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With that she actually switched her gaze from my cock to my face, blushed, bit her lip and then looked back down at where my cock was poised, waiting. Tentatively she reached down, took a delicate hold of my cock using two fingers and pushed the head gently up against where her lips were held slightly apart.

"It's too big," she muttered. "It won't fit."

I pushed forward, and her lips obligingly moved aside, giving me right of way. Another little push and her lips closed around my shaft, holding the head of my cock firmly inside her. Isabel's eyes were open wide as she watched.

She was definitely a virgin. Her whole attitude shouted it, and now her body betrayed the fact. My cock was pressing firmly against her hymen, ready and eager to break that barrier and move on down her passage.

"You are about to become a non-virgin," I warned her, "and it will probably hurt a little. Do you want me to stop?"

"I have a choice?" she asked, surprised.

"Don't know," I admitted. "I guess we won't find out until you tell me to stop."

She didn't say anything. Just lay there, looking at when my cock was starting her ravishment, wondering if she should say stop. I shrugged and pressed slightly harder.

"It's going to be too late in a moment," I observed, "because I'm moving in."

Isabel still didn't say anything. Then I felt her hymen yield. Isabel gave a small scream and my cock pushed firmly several inches into her passage.

Decision made by fait accompli. Isabel seemed to be holding her breath and watching as I continued to sink deeper into her. Then my groin was pressing firmly against her, effectively saying that's all there is and there ain't no more.

She let out her breath with a whoosh and took a deep shuddering gasp of air. I just held still for a while, hands cupping her breasts and softly teasing her nipples while she accustomed herself to the feel of me in her.

Isabel seemed to be considering what had happened. Eventually a look of expectation was on her face. She knew that there was more to it and wanted to find out what. It was time to show her.

I pressed slightly harder against her and then pulled back a little. Sliding back in that little bit and pressing firmly, and then pulling back again. I wasn't pulling back very far, just enough to get Isabel accustomed to the slide of my cock inside her, generating little thrills that spilled out and rippled away from her passage, warming her.

It wasn't long and she was instinctively pushing up to meet me. With this acceptance I started pulling back further, lengthening my strokes, driving in harder as we progressed. Isabel may have been a virgin but she had a natural talent. She matched every move I made as though she was a practiced fornicator, entering into the whole thing with a flattering keenness.

After the initial entry I didn't need to make allowances for her inexperience. Isabel was a fast learner and was banging me just as hard as I was banging her. Her legs came up and wrapped around me, trying to hold me within her, and I truly appreciated the fact that she had short nails. She would have ripped my shoulders to shreds with long ones.

I banged her long and I banged her hard and her face was alight with enthusiasm as she matched me. She was gasping and giving out little sobbing squeals as we came together, her excitement and lust rising with every stroke.

I could tell that she was close to a climax and I covered her mouth with mine as I started driving in for that final run home. It was fortunate that I did as I was able to muffle her scream as she came, her climax triggering my own.

A few desultory movements afterwards as we both came back down to earth, disengaging and lying there, spent.

Isabel finally got dressed and left, not actually saying anything to me, but she did give me a few considering looks. I wondered what was going on in her devious little mind. I decided that if she had mischief planned then I really should take some additional steps to protect myself.

The next day I loitered around the big front windows until I saw Isabel approaching. This time, instead of just grabbing her, I invited her to step into my little residence. She gave me a suspicious look but entered anyway. Then she waited to see what I wanted, still looking a little wary.

"It is my firm belief, Isabel, that if you want a lesson to sink in properly you need to repeat it at least once," I said.

"You are not going to spank me again," she stated flatly. "No way. See you around." She turned to leave.

"Ah, it wasn't the spanking I intended to repeat," I told her. "Rather I thought I would just go ahead and ravish you again. Just a little something extra to help get the message across that you don't mess with me."

"Do you seriously think that I'm going to let you rape me again?"

A fair question. It deserved a fair answer.

"Yes. But we'll do things a little differently this time."

I indicated the pool table that held pride of place in my front room/games room/ bike garage.

"I'd like you to take off your panties, hitch up your dress, and bend over the pool table. Then I'll molest you and ravish you from behind."

"You have got to be kidding," she said, speaking very quietly.

I shook my head, at the same time turning her towards the table, a hand on her back urging her towards it.

"You cannot be serious. Why on earth would I take down my panties and let you use me again the way you did yesterday?"

"Because if I have to take them off I'd probably spank you as well. Neither of us want that, so. . ."

Neither of us mentioned the fact that the door to the outside world was right there and that there were people passing back and forth. We could see their shadows against the blinds. Neither of us mentioned the fact that if she chose to bolt I couldn't very well stop her.

Isabel gave me a speaking look, then lifted her dress and dropped her panties.

"You realise I'm doing this under protest," she snapped at me, and I nodded.

"This is so unfair," she muttered as she leaned over the pool table, head resting on her arms and bottom jutting out nicely.

"Life is unfair," I told her, lifting her dress and tucking it up around her waist. "Now just behave."

She gasped as my hand ran over her pussy, stroking along her slit. She made a faint protesting sound when she felt me easing her lips apart, a sound that grew into a definite protest when she realised that I was going to take her without any foreplay.

"Wait! I'm not ready yet," she hissed at me.

"Don't worry," I reassured her. "You will be by the time I'm home."

I pushed forward, sliding in slowly, as she wasn't really ready. But the head of my cock had barely started to enter her passage when moisture came flooding out to grease the way. With that sudden flood of lubrication I slid neatly in, giving a groan of approval and hearing her give a sigh of relief as I filled her.

Now that I was in her I just held still while I started to take off the rest of her clothes. She made a few feeble protests but didn't really try to stop me and Isabel was nicely naked in very short order. I slid my hands around her and cupped her breasts, appreciating the feel of them.

Then I disengaged and stepped back.

Isabel looked over her shoulder at me, a stunned look on her face. Seeing my circling finger she turned around to face me, and I moved towards her again. Again I slipped into her, with her watching this time. Once in I even slid back and forth a few times, getting the feel of her and letting her get the feel of me.

Isabel was flushed and breathing hard when I disengaged for a second time. For a moment I thought she was going to hit me. I held up a finger to silence her before she could say anything and then I hopped up onto the pool table. It was a fine sturdy table and took my weight with no problems.

I reclined on the table and patted it, indicating that Isabel should climb up onto it. She gave me a frustrated look and did so, her breasts bobbing up and down very nicely with her efforts. She sat there with a 'what now?" look on her face.

I indicated my erection, bobbing slightly as it stood proudly erect.

"Climb aboard," I said softly.

Isabel was shocked.

"What? But I don't know what to do," she protested.

"You're a smart woman," I assured her. "You'll figure it out."

She sat straddling my thighs while she considered the situation. She looked at my erection, noting how it lay. Then she lifted it until it pointed at the ceiling, giggling when if slapped back against my stomach when she let it go. She finally came to a decision.

Isabel moved up until she was lying on me, her legs straddling my waist. Then she eased down, one hand steering my cock so that it met up with her pussy. She eased herself onto it a short way, then sat up. As she sat erect she slid smoothly onto my cock, letting it slide deep inside her. By the time she was sitting upright she was firmly skewered.

Finally having my cock where it belonged she started experimenting. She rocked back and forth and from side to side, her movements causing my cock to slide back and forth, starting the journey to excitement and glory. I didn't mind that. I wasn't too sure of how I felt when she tried to do a swirling action. Her hips might be limber enough to gyrate in spirals but my cock wasn't on a blasted gimbal. I wondered if she was trying to snap it off.

After playing around for a few minutes Isabel settled down to some enthusiastic bouncing, her face enthralled as she moved up and down on my cock, relishing the movement of it inside her. She was breathing hard, her eyes closed, and making little huffing sounds as she took her pleasure.

It was an interesting experience, and thoroughly enjoyable. The woman had no sense of moderation and was just going at it as hard and as fast as she could. I made a note to give her a long slow session sometime, see how long I could make it draw out. It would be fun to watch her frustration.

It soon became apparent that this interesting little experiment was drawing towards a rapid close. Deciding I wanted to initiate the final sequence I took steps.

Taking hold of one of Isabel's legs I twisted her around so that her back was to me. Then still holding her to me I twisted over, bringing her under me. Now Isabel was lying on the table while I was taking her from behind. Rising up onto my knees I encouraged her to kneel, head still resting on the table. Then hands firmly holding her hips I drove home hard.

That was all it took to finish it off for both of us. Isabel just gasped and shuddered, shaking with the force of her climax. I was relieved that she wasn't screaming. That could have been embarrassing. At the same time I was letting go, blessed relief sweeping over me as I finished deep inside her.

Isabel had to push the limits. I don't know why but she seemed to have this need to see just how far she could push people. After we were dressed she turned to me.

"How do you know I won't turn around and claim rape?" she demanded. "I'm pretty sure that I could make a case for it."

"Well," I said consideringly, "I think you'd have a hard time convincing anyone that you were reluctant when they see the video of you climbing on top of me and bouncing on my cock."

I lifted my eyes and looked at the camera mounted on the roof, part of the shops original equipment, but still operative. Isabel went scarlet, horrified.

"I'll tell you what," I said. "When you come back over tomorrow I'll let you see the video. You can watch it while I repeat your lesson, because it appears it hasn't sunk in yet."

Isabel glared at me and stalked out in high dudgeon. I didn't mind. She'd be back the next day, wanting to both see the video and receive her lesson. I'd have to decide what I was going to teach her. She really was a receptive student.