Releasing the heavy pounds of cockmeat that my snatch is crying out for, I eye the bottle of massage oil that I placed on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Now, a woman still in control of her faculties would walk around the bed, but I'm not that woman. I'm that other woman. The woman who is seeing her most secret and longed for dream become reality. A woman whose thinking is led by a hormone level that is way into the danger zone and a heart that needs to share herself with the man she loves and desires. Badly.
Climbing on bed, I place one leg on each side of Mac's chest, my ass facing his way and a fresh wave of blood flushing my neck and face at the knowledge that Mac has a free view of my swollen, leaking, cock-craving, pink snatch.
"Feel free to hold on to me for support, sir," I say, reaching for the oil. Bless Mac for not wasting time in putting his good arm to use.
Sighing, I welcome his hand on my leg, praying he'll take care of the emergency area that needs his full attention. Shaking my ass, I push my hips back and down, reducing the distance between his lips and my throbbing pussy, counting on his lips to quench the fire that is burning out of control.
Mac doesn't disappoint. Pleasure shoots through my contracting snatch and clit like an electrical current the moment his tongue makes contact, reducing me to an even greater mess of horniness. Maybe that is what happens if you stay a virgin too long?
A layer of sweat breaks to the surface from head to toe and I start rocking my hips lustfully. Each time Mac's tongue runs over the full length of my private lips, I shiver, and the moment he makes contact with my clit moan. It is the kind of moan that can easily be mistaken for suffering. And I am. I'm suffering the pleasure that his fast and strong tongue triggers as he explores the folds of my leaking pussy, all leading to a tear-popping finale that has me gasping and biting down on my lip as his lips embrace my pulsating clit.
"Oh God," I cry out, pushing my spasming snatch down hard, my hands clawing the sheet. "Sir, you're going to make me cum," I cry, tears freely flowing as ecstasy ripples through me in waves, each one more powerful than the one preceding it; each wave removing a layer of inhibitions until I'm left bare, reduced to my most primal self. It reveals a woman whose burning pussy, her cunt, has made her unaccountable for her actions.
"Sweet Jesus, yes! God!" I cry, words I'd never have said if it weren't for Mac's tongue. "Yes! Keep licking that hot pussy, sir! Faster!" I say, my hands tearing my uniform open to gain access to the stiff nipples that need pinching. "Oh fuck, yes! Yes! Suck that clit, sir!" Those are the insanities that escape until stars explode in my mind.
Crying, rocking my hips and lewdly rubbing my wet snatch over Mac's mouth like a bitch in heat, my body shamelessly celebrates the orgasm he is responsible for. By the time I come down from the height of my orgasm, my clit hyper-sensitive, Mac's tongue on my pussy is like he's touching on open nerve, sending more pleasure through me than my body and brain can handle.
"Mercy," I pant, but the woman who finally sees the man she loves surrender himself to her doesn't want mercy. She wants this to be just the beginning.
"I'm sorry, nurse," Mac says, his voice hoarse and thick, "but I figured that there's nothing that a professional nurse like you can't handle."
"Just need a moment to catch my breath, sir" I pant. "This nurse is new to this," I add in a whisper. There, my little secret is out. I'm a virgin, Mac! Yes, you just made your virgin stepsister orgasm with that skilled tongue and those perfect lips of yours.
"New?" Mac says, the single word laced with surprise.
"New, sir," I say. The silence that follows speaks volumes. Giggling, I resist the temptation to ask Mac if he'd ever imagined it would be him who would pluck my cherry.
"New?" Mac asks again. He sounds like he is hoping he heard wrong.
Sitting up, I turn around and squat over his fat cock. It feels like a wild animal the way it stirs when I wrap my fingers around. Placing the broad head against my slippery pussy-lips, I'm still scared it is too big, but I’m too horny to care.
"Like a virgin, sir," I whisper, and with a sigh I sink my hips down. Far enough for the broad head to spread my pussy wider than it feels it was designed for, a mixture of pain and pleasure making it contract powerfully around the invader. Grunting, we lock our eyes on each other, and I push out my chest.
Mac's eyes narrow and he draws in his breath sharply. I can see and feel his hard muscles tense up, his manhood stirring powerfully inside me as it continues its victory march up my drooling cunt. His stepsister's searing hot pussy. It sounds obscene when put like that; hot too, adding an element of taboo to the experience that I only now realize makes it that much more intense.
"I hope there are no complaints, sir," I whisper, unshed tears in my eyes as the pleasure builds up again. My drooling pink snatch spasms like crazy around the impossible thickness of the rude invader that is steadily breaking new ground as I sink my hips down further. My hymen tears and I feel I'm about ready to burst with nothing but hard, pulsating, stirring cock inside me, stretching me out to the point of bursting.
Judging from what I have in my hand, I doubt I have in more than a third and I get dizzy at the thought of how it would feel to have it all inside me. Breathlessly, and with my heart racing, I rock my hips slowly to give my inexperienced pussy the time it needs to adjust to the surreal sensation of being stuffed by its very first cock. The pleasure builds up fast and I can't stop myself from sinking my hips down a little more, my unshed tears finally flowing over as my pussy contracts again as it struggles with the added amount of cock.
"You like this, sir?" I ask. I sound like a woman suffering badly.
Mac doesn't reply. He doesn't have to. The intensity of the lust I see etched on his handsome face speaks volumes and is reflected by the way I can feel his manhood stir inside me, again a
nd again. I can see his jaw muscles working hard and, without warning, he takes me by surprises by bucking his lips.
Feeling another few inches slide in, I sit bolt upright and my head shoots up."Oh my God!" I cry, my leaking cunt releasing more juices to coat Mac's cock. I can tell bucking his hips in a steady rhythm is hurting his broken bones, but I don't see that stopping Mac anymore than my pink snatch's struggle to accommodate the pounds of cockmeat can stop me.
"This nurse is learning on the job and open to suggestions," I stammer, my body back to trembling like a leaf. Trembling all over, the mixture of pleasure and discomfort is perfect. With eyes closed, horny, I bare my teeth as I push my hips down hard, grunting like an animal when the last inches slide in.
"Oh my God," I say hoarsely. My pink snatch is going mental and I feel Mac's pulsating cock all the way up my belly. Slowly, so slowly, we resume our slow rhythm. Leaning back, my breasts shake. My tits. I like tits. Normally I don't. But I am horny as fuck and that changes tings. The layer of sweat that covers Mac's skin spreads his musky scent and makes my clit throb.
"You look stressed, sir," I say, openly rubbing my clit. Again Mac stays silent, his eyes devouring me as I ride him. "Maybe my inexperience is leading me to go too fast for the patient," I say after a long pause, my pussy still spasming badly around the invader that still feels like it is too big. Not that I’d want it any other way. Too big seems like my favorite size.
"What? No! Wait!" Mac says as I sit up and allow his cock to slide out my slippery snatch. The sound that escapes his mouth as he desperately bucks his hips and tries to sit up is a mixture of pain and frustration.
"Hush," I say, pushing him down with two hands on his chest. Hands that have no trouble sliding up to cup his handsome face, relishing the feel of the stubble on his cheeks. When my lips find his, our tongues go for each other like desperate lovers determined to make each second last a lifetime.