Preview: The smell of sex was strong. Madeline's face was stuffed in a pillow, her balled fists were filled with wads of sheet, and her ass was shoved upward. John's fingertips dug into her hips, using them for leverage.

The sound of his grunts and groans and their flesh slapping drowned out Madeline's muffled whimpers. His swinging balls punched, punched, punched her bald pussy every time his groin slammed into her ass. Her intestines were quivering.

John shuddered, jerked, and arched back, lodging his bloated cock head in the girl's asshole. His sack cinched around his balls. He yanked his cock free, but Madeline’s inflamed anus hung wide open. John pounded his fist down the ass-slimed erection, shooting a stream directly into the gaping hole. The freshly bored anus snapped shut, yawned, and closed again.

He smiled and rammed the full length of engorged, spurting cock through the abused sphincter. The cushions of Madeline's cheeks rippled with the impact of his body. He hunched and jerked, emptying his balls in her ass.

John's waning boner slipped from the girl's slurping hole. He watched the flame-red ass tissue struggle to regain its original snug, puckered pinkness, and fell onto his side and apologized for breaking his promise.

Whatever it was that the little vixen made him agree to, John felt it would be worth it. How often do you get to have a virgin asshole? “I'm gonna take a shower,” John said. His apologies had fallen on deaf ears.