Chapter 814

• As for Gerald, he was in his own heaven. Glorious as it was to be firmly ensconced in Joyce's twat, this warm, wet, and tight orifice of her daughter was an even more transcendent experience: that cavity had fastened itself around his cock even more firmly than her mouth had, and yet the in-and-out motions were as smooth as silk. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a virgin--maybe never! He didn't want to cause this girl any more pain than was necessary; but when he saw that she was able to take his pounding with some semblance of ease (a delicate smile had spread over her face, although her eyes remained closed), he lowered herself onto her and pressed his torso against her chest and stomach, feeling those little breasts with their thick, hard nipples rubbing against his pectorals.
• As he scoured her breasts, back, bottom, and thighs with eager hands, he felt the telltale signs of the culmination of his efforts--and when he started pouring out his emission into Hilary, bathing her vagina for the first time with male seed, her eyes popped open. She sensed the momentousness of the event and hugged him tighter to himself. His discharge kept on shooting out of his cock like a geyser, and he collapsed onto her small frame as if seeking to fuse it to his own body. When he was finally finished, he remained buried in her for some moments until she let him know that she was feeling uncomfortable and he should pull out.
• He did so, rolling off of her and flopping onto his back next to her. They both stared at the ceiling for a while, huffing and puffing with exertion. Then Gerald got a grip on himself and looked over to his partner.