Her name was Cindy. Davin felt that was a child's name.
But she was a child. Sixteen. Slender and fragile.
Pale and sweet like candy. Her breasts were firm saucer
shaped mounds. Pink and hard to the touch. Her nipples tender
and small.
Just a baby.
The hair between her legs was not yet course, but
soft and thin.
Her clit large and extended beyond her fleshy lips.
A big cunt.

She cried out as I penetrated her and for a moment
I cared. But for only a moment. The expression of
pain was an elixir to me. Nearly bringing me to
the peak of spilling into her.
Reaching forward I slapped her roughly.
Hard enough to leave a dark red hand print on her
delicate pale cheek.
Tears ran her face as I ran my cock into her tight hole.
Looking down I could see the hard flesh of my cock
push her clit inward then pull it out.
Her legs were wrapped firmly about my back.
Her lube was heavy, slick and strong. The musk
of it I breathed deeply into my lungs.

I had first met her at a birthday party.
She was dressed as a clown.
Dark blue plaid pants, rolled to her knees.
A tight fitting leotard top, masked by a
loose fitting green vest. Colors that aroused me.
I noted the way her nipples pressed their shape into
the material.
Noted the way her ass pressed against her pants.
Thought about what it would like to put
his tongue between her pale buttocks.
To lightly lick at her pussy with the
tip of his tongue.
She noticed his excitement.

It was only a matter of finding privacy.
"Do you want to see it?" I asked.
Her eyes darted to my crotch, but they
didn't lie.
I let her see it. Touch it.
It was her first time.
Let her taste it. Eat it.

I watched her under me.
Her body racked with spasms.
Pleasure or pain?
My cock wore a bloody ring.
It was too much. I let my lifes fluid
spray onto her body.

Later, we lay next to one another.
She sobbing gently.
She turned and kissed me gently on the cheek.
"When can I see you again?"