"You're sure?" I ask her. She nods, a greedy look in her eyes.
"It's only fair,” she says. Her tits are pressed together and fuck, her breasts are incredible.
Big, round globes and when I palm them, they overflow in my hands. I want to titty fuck her all night. I want to suck those breasts for days. I want to grab her ass, and I want to pound her hard, and I want to watch her tits sway. I want to knock this woman up. I want to fill her with my seed. I want to get her pregnant with my baby, and I want to watch her breasts get even bigger still. I know it's crazy. It's horny as fuck and absurd, but these are the things that are rolling through my mind as I watch her tear off my jeans and approach my cock with a curiosity that I've only ever dreamed about.
She begins to stroke me with an innocence that unnerves me.
"Tell me what you want me to do," she says.
There's a purity in her eyes that has me wishing I were a better man, that has me wishing I'd never touched my cock with my own fist before. Not once in my goddamn life, because sure, I'm a virgin, and yes, I've never been with a woman. But right now, in this moment, I wish I'd never jacked off as a teenager. I wish I'd never gotten handsy all by my lonesome because I wish I had saved this moment for her and her alone.
Because she has my cock right now, looking at that steel rod with a hunger I can understand because, hell, I was looking at her pussy not too long ago with the same desire – and I wish my cock had been saved for her hand only.
"What?" she asks.
"I'm just wondering if you understand the mechanics is all because my cock, it's big and it's hard and it's going to shoot ribbons of come down your throat the moment you start sucking, Princess."
"I get that," she says nervously. There's a tension in her voice. "I can do this."
"I know, I just don't want you to get, you know, hurt."
"I'm not going to get hurt by your cock. My mouth," she says, opening wide, "it's big."
I laugh. "Okay, don't say I didn't warn you."
"What? You don't think I can swallow? I'm not going to spit."
"Prove it," I say.
"Oh, you don't think I'm up for the challenge?"
"Oh, hell, Princess. I think you can do anything you set your mind to. I just don't want you to get a few inches in and start to gag."
"Oh, I won’t gag," she says. "I like bananas."
"My cock is a lot bigger than a banana."
She frowns, and then she begins to pet my cock.
"I'm not a rabbit," I say.
"I know," she moans playfully, teasing me now. "I'm just not quite sure what to do with it. It's so big, Ledger, and thick and sturdy."
"Sturdy? You describe my cock as sturdy?"
"I don't know.” She laughs. “I've just never been around one before," she says, "and I don't want to, well, mess it up."
"Well, you can't mess the cock up," I tell her. I take her hand, and I wrap it around my shaft. "Now, look, Princess. See this pre-cum right here at the tip? That means I'm already eager and willing. You can dab it on your thumb and take a taste."
"Milky," she says.
"You like?" I ask.
She nods. "Salty too," she says with a smile.
"Now, lick your palm."
"Really?"
I nod. She does as she's been told. "You're obedient too," I say playfully.
She laughs, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Really? Because we can stop."
"Oh no, I'm doing this. It kind of makes me all worked up."
"When you say worked up, does that mean your pussy's wet again?"
Heat rises to her cheeks. "Oh my God," she says, "I'm all hot and bothered by you in ways..." She shakes her head. She covers her eyes. "Yes, my pussy's wet."
I reach down between her thighs, and I feel her juicy cunt. "Yeah, it is," I say. "Look at you getting all frisky."
"One finger fuck and I'm already yours."
"Isn't that what you were wanting?" I ask her.
She nods, "It's what I was hoping for."
"Well, I told you, I'm not losing my virginity in front of a horse so you can get anything too wild and crazy out of your mind right now," I tell her.
She gives me a playful pout, but then she shrugs. "All right."
Now, she licks her palm long and deliciously with that pink, pretty tongue of hers. She shows me her slick palm and then says, "Now what?"
"Now you stroke me up and down. Wrap your hand around me nice and good and start going to town."
"What's my other hand supposed to do?" she says, playing along. She mimics me, doing what I've told her.