The initial penetration rode the line between pleasure and pain, and oh, did she like it.  Bri's breath came in pants, rendering her even more wordless than Clancy's playful cleaning.  A loud moan was ripped from her lips as his head reached the very end of her.  She gripped the edge of the tub tightly, reveling in the feel of him deep inside her, and she struggled not to squirm.  Something inside her made her want to submit to her lover, to do whatever he wanted.  She wondered for a split second if the animal part of her was responsible for that overwhelming desire to allow him to dominate her, but it was overridden by the sensation of his thick cock rubbing against every wall inside her.  She moaned for him, letting him know just how much she enjoyed the feeling.  The pain was gone, replaced by pure pleasure.<br/><br/>"Oh, gods, Clancy..."<br/><br/>Bri felt the heat begin to build, and just before she reached climax, Clancy suddenly changed his rhythm.  He had worked her a little looser so that she could take his entire cock inside her.  The thought made her even wetter.  As he began thrusting his hardness in and out of her wet pussy, she watched pink-tinged juices spill from her heat.  So hot, so wet, so ready...  Heat and pressure were building up in her body again.  She realized that she had been moaning loudly the whole time, and she bit her lip in an attempt to control herself and come back to her own mind.  She focused, tried desperately to stay...<br/><br/>But the pleasure was too much.  In the delicate rhythm of Clancy's thrusting, the heat and pressure finally spilled over.  She came, moaning louder and louder, and his rhythm changed again, more desperate.  Bri lost herself to the pleasure of his cock entering her over and over, to the pain of his cock growing just a fraction more, being just too much.  He was slamming himself into the deepest part of her, forcing himself inside, and gods, did it hurt so good.  Bri gripped the handle in the tub and screamed, letting her lover abuse her body.  He forced himself inside her a few more times, then finally pulled out, rubbing himself for a few strokes before she felt his hot, slimy cum cover her.  She held on tight as another orgasm claimed her, struggling to stay where she was.  Her body shook from overuse, but she refused to collapse.  Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees and leaned over the tub, relaxing against the coolness it provided.  She was sore, and she loved it.  She could still feel him inside her like a phantom, despite the fact that they were no longer touching.  When she could finally see straight again, Bri looked down between her legs.<br/><br/>"No blood," she mumbled.  She looked up.  "Clancy, there's no more blood."  She slumped to her side on the carpet and grinned, reaching out to touch his leg.  "Thank you," she whispered, still breathing heavily.