Again, I almost died. Oh fuck, if she asked for something like “only kissing” or “only petting,” I was going to fucking die, my dick was going to shrivel up and crack off, it needed that pink pussy so bad.
But instead, my little girl shot me a shy smile. She looked at me, eyes wide, begging, and asked, “Promise you’ll put it in bare, okay?”
I was stock still, every nerve in my body singing. No condom? No nothing? Was she fucking kidding me?
“Honey, are you sure?” I rasped against her lips. “Because you’re eighteen and fertile, you know what happens when a virile man comes in you.”
And she gasped but nodded once more, her lips tracing the line of my jaw.
“I know,” she whispered against my skin. “But it’s my first time and I want to feel you in me, just you with no condom.”
I lost it then. If I’d been hard before, I was a fucking diamond now, my dick tip dripping in a continuous stream, the semen melting against her soft tummy, running down her leg.
“Baby,” I growled. “I’m gonna give it to you so good, you’re gonna scream my name over and over again, beg me for more once it’s done.”
And she creamed against me just like that, that hot gush of juice against my strong thigh the evidence of her want, her need.
“Take me then, Mr. Larson,” she moaned. “Take my pussy and fuck it good.”
And what could I do but obey? I got on my knees in the shower stall, worshiping that sweet, curvy form, lapping at the undersides of her breasts, her soft tummy before licking the insides of those creamy thighs.
“Open,” I murmured, and like Aladdin’s cave, the sweetness parted and I glimpsed the undiscovered land, that beautiful pink pussy that had beckoned to me since the first time she set foot in my trailer. I helped her lift one knee up, swinging it over my shoulder for support and finally tasted that snatch.
Oh fuck, it was delicious. I didn’t just flick my tongue against it. I buried myself in those swollen folds, sampling untouched pussy, sucking the cream right out of her hole as Katy moaned and writhed above me, grabbing at my hair.
“Oh Mr. Larson!” she cried out. “Oh Daddy!”
I’m not sure where this “Daddy” stuff was coming from, but it sounded good on her lips, spurring me on, making me grow harder. Taking another long lap at her pussy, I pulled her vag apart to run my tongue up one side of her labia, then the other, before focusing on her clit, alternately licking and sucking the sensitive nub.
“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, tossing her hair back, those big boobies heaving, almost hitting my head they were so huge. “Oh oh oh!”
And it was tasty, so fucking good I almost lost it and spewed my sperm right there on the floor of the shower stall. But it was too early and I forced myself to back down, to exercise the utmost control because I hadn’t gotten what I wanted yet. And that was her hymen. I wanted to run my tongue against the evidence of her virginity, that thin piece of tissue that proved she was untouched, nubile, and innocent.
So I pulled her folds apart once more, the warm heat of her cunt wafting against my face, and murmured, “I’m gonna eat your puss now honey, it’s gonna feel good, I promise,” and with that, plunged my tongue up her tiny hole. She convulsed once, twice, around me, helpless in her ecstasy, nectar running down my throat, almost pushing me loose, but I’d found what I was looking for. Oh yeah, my tongue bumped up against the rubbery barrier, feeling the vibrations of her orgasm as the tissue shivered, and fuck, it was so delectable, so amazing that I only wanted more. So as Katy shook and screamed, I kept tonguing her hymen, licking it, burying myself so deeply into her snatch that I was doing a face-plant, cream leaking all over my chin and cheeks, sliding down my throat, the best stuff on Earth.
And after it was over, her pussy spasms subsided, turning into slight twitches instead of full-body tremors, body weak and limp all over, nectar so sweet on my tongue, cunt loose enough so that I could push a finger in.
“That’s right,” I grunted as Katy squealed above me. It was the first time she’d been fingered, she’d never been breached save for my tongue moments ago. “That’s right,” I groaned again, “This pussy’s gotta be stretched out for my dick, you’re too tight otherwise.”
The brunette mewled above me, panting, gasping, her folds swollen and slick as my finger went in and out. Fuck, she was so tiny and it was going to feel so good, but I couldn’t push in her without preparation because she’d tear and hurt otherwise. She’d walk around limping for the next few days if I wasn’t careful. So I was patient, stretching her out, rubbing and stirring my finger within the hot channel.
“Relax, little girl,” I rasped, that pinkness just inches from my face. “Because I’m gonna slide another one in.”
And true to my promise, I angled another finger to join the first, pushing two digits up that sweet hole, sliding in and out smoothly before scissoring them, circling to loosen that swollen flesh.
“Oh!” she screamed. “Oh god!” she shrieked, slapping her hands against the stall walls for balance.
And feeling her pussy loosen and cream a bit, gush wetly against my hand told me that she was ready. I kissed her clit once more, lightly nipping at the sensitive nub, making her squeal. But then I stood, pulling my hand out with an obscene sucking sound.
“That’s how much you want it, baby,” I murmured against her lips, pulling one of those thick thighs around my waist so that her snatch was flush up against my dick. “Did you hear that sound? Your cunt was so sad to see me go that it tried to suck me back in.”
And the girl just mewled against me, wrapping her hands around my neck, stroking my broad shoulders, my muscled back.
“Please Mr. Larson,” she panted, “take me now. I need it so bad.”
And I was only too happy to do the honors. Gripping my dickhead in hand, I ran it up her slick folds, nudging that swollen flesh, massaging the underside of her clit.
“Ready?” I rasped into her ear. “Ready for Daddy to take you?”