Valla was panting hard, it seemed to her all she could do was pant. She felt as though she were sensitized from head to foot. Tommy's lips, his hands on her breasts, the brush of his thighs against her thighs, were brought out in sharp relief. It seemed impossible, as though an enchantment had been cast on her.<br/><br/>As he whispered her name in her ear, Valla's heart beat even harder. At that moment she truly felt like Tommy's Valla, all his, and that's how it was always meant to be.<br/><br/>Then she felt his cock enter her, filling her more than his finger had. "Uhh, ohh," she gasped louder, spreading her legs wider. Her sex was so sensitive it was difficult to tell pleasure from pain, but she didn't want him to stop. She gripped his shoulders, staring up at him, her moist lips parted.<br/><br/>As Tommy kissed her and felt his cock meet resistance, he sensed Valla tensing. Her next moan was clearly more pain than pleasure, and her face showed a mixture of confusion and discomfort. Of course, Valla had heard girls talking in the village, girls with "experience." Her mother hadn't broached the subject much, obviously preferring for Valla to stay away from boys as much as she could, but village girls talked.<br/><br/>As Tommy moved within her, Valla cried out again in pain. So suddenly, the sensitive pressure had gone from rapture to agony, and she fought the urge to push Tommy off of her.<br/><br/>She looked up at him, trying to control herself. "Don't ... don't stop, Tommy!"