The Trashy Virgin

By: Cassandra Dee


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.”

And 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, she’d tear and hurt otherwise, walk around limping for the next few days. 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 once more, but then stood, wetly 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?”

But I didn’t wait because in the next instant, I’d fucked into her good. With one sweet stroke I broke through the thin piece of tissue inside, embedding myself within that sweet, hot cunt, and fuck, but the girl cried out loud then, her moan ringing like a siren inside the tiny bathroom.

“Ohhhh fuuuuuck,” she cried, throwing her head back, eyes closed, as her pussy sampled its first dick. “Oh god, it hurts.”

I kissed her then, taking her mouth with mine gently, running my tongue between her lips, soothing the pain, the hurt.

“I know honey, I know,” I rumbled, “but it’ll feel good soon, I promise.”

And although it killed me, I held still in her sweet cavern, cock pulsing and tight, letting those swollen folds adjust to the huge monster inside, her pussy imprinted to the shape of my shaft, curving like a mold to my fuckpole.

“Feel that?” I rasped, rocking my hips just a little. “That’s how good it’s gonna feel when I start fucking you for real.”

And the brunette clasped me tighter then, rubbing her breasts against my chest.

“Please Brent,” she gasped. “Do it now, for real, it’s better now.”

And fuck, but as I began pushing in and out, slowly at first but then growing in speed, the little girl’s pussy began to bloom around me, to fill out like a woman. Her folds grew more swollen, more tight, hugging my dick like a precious gem, riding the shaft more and more vigorously, humping her clit against me with each drag.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned again, kissing me fervently. “Yeess!”

And with that, I started going full bore, first time or not. Because Katy’s pussy loved it, I could tell from the wetness, the way she spread her thighs wide, inviting a deep-dicking. And soon I was slamming into her hard, my balls hitting her asshole with every thrust, her little butt lifted in the air with every push, like she was impaled on a spit, moaning and gasping with ecstasy.

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