He rolled onto his back and removed his shirt quickly. But before he could get to his pants she was on top of him, grinding again, humping excitedly on the massive growth from his crotch. Her eyes were darting at his, she was licking her lips and delicately perspiring.

For a virgin she's going at me like a vengeful divorcee, he thought to himself.

Alan put his hands on the heaving roundness of her ass and felt it go tight. The big balls of muscle were flexing with power as she drove her sweltering crotch up and down. His fingers came up and slid down under the waist of the white pants to follow the rising field of her bald ass.

'Ohh…' she weakly whimpered as his hands moved deep down to cup each asscheek like a large melon. The plowing of her hips increased to non-stop fluttering jams against his hot pipe.

The crease of her rump was wet with perspiration even though the globs of each bun were cool, refreshingly smooth. Her constant movement allowed his fingers to probe deep into the wet crack, past the anus and down to the boiling tissues of her screaming gash.

The instant he touched the bottom-most part of her slit she shuddered throughout her whole body, pressed her breasts forcefully down to grind against his chest and plastered her cunt and exploding clitoris powerfully onto the pleasure-giving steel of his pecker.

'Uhhhhhhhhh!' she groaned as a climax swelled through her and the ultimate pleasure was released from her guts.

The crazed banging of her cunt against him was driving Alan to distraction. She was climaxing before he even got her pants off! Now he was convinced the girl was a virgin, pure, practically untouched… and all his.

As the trembling wash of the orgasm passed, Alan rolled Teresa onto her back and went straight for the buttons of her white pants. He could see the crotch was stained from the abundant flow of her juices. As he opened them up she sucked her stomach way in and hoisted her rear up to assist. He slid the pants down and away to leave her in nothing but a pair of white, see-through undies.

The healthy pile of her black pubic hair was easily visible under the inadequate cover. The matted wisps of hair curled up against the diaphanous satin until he slipped it down. The crotch hair sprang up in a high fluff to tickle his fingers as her panties were swept away.

While Alan struggled out of his slacks Teresa pulled the tank top from her head and lay back to watch. She felt good. The orgasm was real-it was such a turn-on to feel his gentle, cautious caresses, to know he was treating her like a rare delicacy indeed. And the gigantic feel of his erection! It was the largest cock she ever felt and for sure the hardest. She watched expectantly as he removed the slacks and saw the long pole jabbing high in his briefs.

Teresa knew Alan was big; it was obvious in the swimsuit by the pool She had even dreamt at night about the ultimate size of the long, curled worm she occasionally made a quick, hungry inspection of. But now it seemed much larger than she ever dreamed, tremendous, beautiful, massive.

Alan stripped his shorts down and Teresa made a silent gasp. The flared head was as wide as the head of a poised cobra and sat over a loglike stump which didn't seem to end. It all was based in a bush of brownish hair which curled down to fuzz his hanging scrotum. The shaft was red with a large blue vein circling and running directly up to the glans, which amazed her with a red-purple color. He was hot.

Alan lay next to her. They were both completely nude. As his mouth came to hers Teresa experienced the greatest anticipation she'd ever known. She couldn't wait to feel her cunt straining around the fat cock, to have it whacking into her deepest pussy like a pile-driver. Her arms went eagerly around his neck and she started to jut her hips to his but stopped. That was not the action of a virgin. She waited.

Alan took his time; he didn't want to frighten or scare her now when the moment of truth was so near. Gradually he pulled her close until her nipples touched against the hair of his chest. Then his hand slid to the small of her back and applied gentle pressure. Inch by inch she moved closer to his hot body until their thighs touched.

She held her ass and cunt back away from the cock she was crying for. Alan eased his erection cautiously toward her until it touched her belly. She trembled. His hand moved to the jutting buns and pushed. She came fully against the fire-hot spike and let out a low, breathy sigh.

'It's so big,' she whispered.

'Don't worry,' soothed Alan.

He had had one virgin before in his life and that was three years ago. She was a fourteen-year-old girl he casually met on the beach who bluntly asked him if he fucked. After admitting he did every time the chance came up, she asked if he'd mind doing it to her.

The skinny little girl went berserk around his shaft, shed profuse tears, cried in pain and climaxed every half-minute. When it was over she thanked him with great sincerity and hobbled down the sand to rejoin her girlfriends, one of whom had been bragging about 'getting it.'

But Teresa was eighteen; she had managed to make it through the toughest years without giving up; she had to have a strong will. Alan knew the last thing he should do would to be cause her unnecessary pain now. She deserved the best screwing he had in him.

He waited until her body was grinding against him again before gently easing her onto her back. She rolled over with her legs tight together and looked up at him with doe-like questioning eyes 'What do I do?' she asked.

'First, relax,' he said as his hands slipped her legs apart to open the path to her waiting cunt. And what a cunt! The vulva was an inflated mass of circling flesh around the bright redness of her juice-soaked slice. The black hairs of her crotch ended abruptly just above the gash like they were trimmed to the position; everywhere else was bare, hairless skin which glowed with pink ripeness.

Alan was dying to eat into the cunt, to suck the lips into his mouth, to jam his tongue deep into the boiling wetness and suck her guts out. He wanted to explore her asshole and eat her from the coccyx to the navel. But he resisted the temptation; it was now time to break open the main channel. He could suck everything into his lips later.

She didn't do a thing without his help. Teresa let Alan place her legs wide apart and watched as he came to his knees between her open thighs. He was being so kind, so fatherly that she almost giggled. She really liked Alan, he was the cutest guy she'd met in months.

Alan gently laid his weight down to her body and kissed passionately before moving the broad head of his hard muscle up to touch her tender crack. Teresa tensed, he smiled, she relaxed and closed her eyes. Alan worked the pecker head back and forth across her juice-dripping lips until they parted to each side.

He pressed in. Teresa groaned. He eased back, paused, pressed in again. She grimaced and smiled. He stopped.

Her eyes opened. 'Don't stop, Alan. I know it will hurt but I have to do it sometime.'

What a girl, he thought. What a brave girl. He pushed the thickness of his pillar deeper and felt the tight collapse of her lips around his glans. So far so good. Alan slowly worked his cock further into the incredibly tight hug of her slick, gushing walls.

Teresa held herself in tight flex while making sure the rest of her body didn't display any tension. It wasn't tough to do, just squeeze down, on the fantastically wonderful hardness of his cock. It felt good, she was pleased with the size, the way it slipped in and peeled her hungry cunt open with the spade-shaped glans.

Alan was less than half-way in when she grimaced, gasped and went real tense. The hymen. She gazed up at him; dots of perspiration were on her lips but her face glowed.

'Wait just a moment,' she begged.

Alan did. Teresa inhaled, exhaled, relaxed and nodded to him with self-assured readiness. He pushed in and felt the taut resistance of her cunt walls. But Teresa did a brave thing, she humped her hips up at him and busted the hymen away with one swift motion.

'Oh! Oh…!' She smiled. Pride. Happiness. 'That didn't hurt at all… Oh, Alan you're so good.'

She broke down easily but Alan expected it. After all, she played tennis, had years of ballet as a child, was an athletic girl, all these physical activities in time served to shred and destroy the virgin head.

Teresa was now lifting up to meet his short, gentlemanly thrusts. She was taking him in completely and sighing with each deeper insert.

'Oh, Alan, it feels so great! I love the way it feels when you do that!' Alan was proud. He had steered her into a painless, joyous first time with no difficulty at all. He believed all men owed it to the rare virgins they found to

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