Imagine finding out one of your friends recently had vaginoplasty. Of course she can't help herself from letting it slip. She's finally happy in her body. You ask her about her sex life a little; she discloses to you that she's still just dilating and hasn't done anything with anyone yet.
Imagine helping her out by pushing her down, pulling her pants off, ripping her underwear from her body, and stuffing them into her screaming mouth. You pin her down and work your fingers into her new snatch. You soothe and hush her as she bucks wildly underneath you. She's tight and a bit dry, so you take your fingers out and suck on them a little. You work two fingers back into her, your thumb rubbing circles on her clit. God, she's almost impossibly tight; you want to work her open more, but her constant struggling is making things more difficult than they need to be.
You unbuckle your jeans and free your cock. Silicone or flesh, it doesn't matter; you're going to pop her cherry and show her the pleasures of being a woman. Her eyes go wide when she feels the tip against her southern lips; she shakes her head violently, and you can tell she's trying to beg and plead through the undies in her mouth. You drool over your cock and pump it a few times in your hand before lining it up and pushing inside her.
Even with the makeshift gag, she screams and her body jolts. By the time you bottom out inside her, her eyes have rolled back and her breath rattles unevenly. You know she's too tight, too dry, too scared... but you need this and you know she needs this too.
You start pounding into her roughly. Nibbling her neck and whispering sweet nothings into her ears. You know she can't hear you, you know she's mentally in another place right now, trying desperately not think of your big cock raping her fresh pussy. She never thought someone like you could do this to her, you're her friend. But that's why you're doing this to her, better you than some random stranger forcing themselves on her. This is a part of womanhood. And you also need to show her how good it can feel if she just relaxes.
Maybe it's your spit, maybe it's her freshly deflowered vaginal walls giving way, maybe it's a bit of blood lubing your cock, but you start sliding in easier and easier. Soon there is little resistance as you hammer into her. The room fills with your grunts, her whimpers, and the steady slap of flesh against flesh. Your body grinds into her poor clit as you violate her, one hand holding her neck, the other gripping her hips, your nails digging into her soft skin.
You continue to hush her as your pace gets sloppy; you know she's close too. By now she's no longer struggling, but she's not limp either. You can tell her attempt to dissociate is failing; her body tenses, and her painful whimpers melt into something more pleasurable... but you know you're far from finished with her.
