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At his door stood, a life-size replica of the most exquisite porcelain doll, complete with alabaster skin, slender limbs and a childish curve to a figure that looked like it barely made it on time for puberty. A porcelain doll with way too much eyeliner on.
He paused. And not enough clothes, apparently. Her cropped tee and denim shorts covered just enough to push a man’s imagination into overdrive. His eyes lingered on the gentle slope of her chest where (he assumed) her breasts must lie.
“How old did you say you were again?”
“I’m 18.” She replied, almost defiantly.
“Almost 18?”
“Just 18.”
He paused again.
She sighed, then retrieved her ID from her back pocket in a smooth, fluid motion. “Check it, I’m legal.”
He looked - true enough, she just turned 18 two days ago.
“Look, it’s hard to tell these days. Girls, they uh... Y’know. So, uh... You wanna come in?” What the fuck am I doing?
“Thought you’d never ask.” She casually pushed past him and sauntered into his living room with the kind of insolent confidence that only a teenager could have.
He closed the door and took a deep breath. Calm down, buddy. She’s just an 18-year-old virgin who’s here to have sex, and you’ve got a decade’s worth of experience. Relax, you’re in charge here.
“So,” she started, breaking the silence of his thoughts, “Are you gonna pop my cherry or what?”
He spun around, surprise plastered all over his face. She was already on his sofa taking off her top.
“I mean, that’s why you responded to my ad, right?”
Off came the tee. Down came the shorts. Hmm, no bra. That explains a lot.
“Uh, wait a sec, this is all moving too fast - look, just, no, wait! Keep your panties on, jesus!”
She paused in mid-motion, manicured nails poised over the waistband of a tiny black thong, and raised her brow into a perfectly arched expression of are-you-fucking-kidding-me.
“Are you chickening out?”
“No, I just... look, let’s do this in the bedroom.” Way to go, champion. Getting flustered by an 18-year-old virgin.
Her expressive face melted into a mixture of annoyance and incredulity.
“What is this? A date?” She looked up at the clock impatiently. “Look, I have half an hour left before I gotta run to catch the last train, so I just wanna get this shit over and done with, okay?”
He was not one to lose his temper, but anger (propelled by equal portions of embarrassment and indignation) flooded his veins.
“Look, I thought you wanted something more special for your first time, but if you wanna do this like a one-nighter, fine by me.”
He crossed the room in three quick strides, and grabbed both her wrists in one hand. She was so tiny without her heels on that the top of her head barely touched his collar bones. “Let’s get this shit over and done with then.”
Before she could react, he pulled her wrists up high and pushed her back onto the sofa. She let out a surprised yelp, and the first signs of her inexperience started to show.
“What are you doing?! Let go of me!”
But the more she struggled, the more he began to feel a stir in his loins. She was but a little nymph next to his strong, muscular frame, and the power he had over her turned him on.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? A quick and dirty deed?” He growled, as he brushed his lips roughly against her perky breasts and bit down hard.
A high-pitched scream escaped from her lips and she kicked furiously against the heaviness of his body, but the movements only sought to excite him further.
“Mm, I smell a fighter.” He smiled wickedly before swirling his tongue around her nipples, drawing out an unwilling erection.
Her screams softened into moans as he began to flick his tongue swiftly across her erect nipples, sending waves of foreign pleasure through her body. Feeling the change in reaction, he let go of her wrists and let his hand drift toward her underwear, all the while licking and sucking on her breasts.
Pulling her thong down, he felt an immense moisture seep through the material, and realized that she was more than ready. He pulled his pulsating cock out of his boxers, and traced around the opening of her vagina to lubricate himself before pushing all the way in.
The sudden entrance forced her eyes wide open as she lurched forward in shock, scream stuck in her throat.
“Oh... God, you’re so tight...” He moaned, as he slowly pumped in and out of her.
Her world flashed white hot and her senses exploded in a confusion of pain and pleasure. She has never felt such a strong sensation before, as if she was being torn apart while being filled to the brim at the same time. It hurt, but there was a warm glow beneath the hurt which felt indescribably satisfying. As she started to get used to the pain, the glow expanded from her loins, to her tummy, to her chest, and a loud moan escaped from her lips.
“Is... Is this what... Sex... Usually... Feels like?” She panted, in between gasps of air.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He groaned, as he began to build up speed. He could feel an orgasm coming.
“I feel.... Something...” Her body was flooded with wild pleasure before she could finish, her mouth frozen in a silent “oh” as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
Her vagina began to contract with wild spasms, which brought forward his orgasm, and as he pulled out he came, spurts of white spread across her torso like the milky way.
Tired, he collapsed, and they both lay there panting - her on the couch, him on the floor. For a while there was nothing but the sound of bated breaths, before she gingerly sat up and asked for a piece of tissue.
“I need to clean myself up.” She said meekly, all the confidence drained from her voice.
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Thank you so much for reading. This is my first time writing something so explicit, and I'm thinking of a continuation, but am a little stuck on what should happen next. Should they go for Round 2? Should he be a gentleman and drive her home? Should she release the vixen in her and turn aggressive on him? Let me know your thoughts.
He paused. And not enough clothes, apparently. Her cropped tee and denim shorts covered just enough to push a man’s imagination into overdrive. His eyes lingered on the gentle slope of her chest where (he assumed) her breasts must lie.
“How old did you say you were again?”
“I’m 18.” She replied, almost defiantly.
“Almost 18?”
“Just 18.”
He paused again.
She sighed, then retrieved her ID from her back pocket in a smooth, fluid motion. “Check it, I’m legal.”
He looked - true enough, she just turned 18 two days ago.
“Look, it’s hard to tell these days. Girls, they uh... Y’know. So, uh... You wanna come in?” What the fuck am I doing?
“Thought you’d never ask.” She casually pushed past him and sauntered into his living room with the kind of insolent confidence that only a teenager could have.
He closed the door and took a deep breath. Calm down, buddy. She’s just an 18-year-old virgin who’s here to have sex, and you’ve got a decade’s worth of experience. Relax, you’re in charge here.
“So,” she started, breaking the silence of his thoughts, “Are you gonna pop my cherry or what?”
He spun around, surprise plastered all over his face. She was already on his sofa taking off her top.
“I mean, that’s why you responded to my ad, right?”
Off came the tee. Down came the shorts. Hmm, no bra. That explains a lot.
“Uh, wait a sec, this is all moving too fast - look, just, no, wait! Keep your panties on, jesus!”
She paused in mid-motion, manicured nails poised over the waistband of a tiny black thong, and raised her brow into a perfectly arched expression of are-you-fucking-kidding-me.
“Are you chickening out?”
“No, I just... look, let’s do this in the bedroom.” Way to go, champion. Getting flustered by an 18-year-old virgin.
Her expressive face melted into a mixture of annoyance and incredulity.
“What is this? A date?” She looked up at the clock impatiently. “Look, I have half an hour left before I gotta run to catch the last train, so I just wanna get this shit over and done with, okay?”
He was not one to lose his temper, but anger (propelled by equal portions of embarrassment and indignation) flooded his veins.
“Look, I thought you wanted something more special for your first time, but if you wanna do this like a one-nighter, fine by me.”
He crossed the room in three quick strides, and grabbed both her wrists in one hand. She was so tiny without her heels on that the top of her head barely touched his collar bones. “Let’s get this shit over and done with then.”
Before she could react, he pulled her wrists up high and pushed her back onto the sofa. She let out a surprised yelp, and the first signs of her inexperience started to show.
“What are you doing?! Let go of me!”
But the more she struggled, the more he began to feel a stir in his loins. She was but a little nymph next to his strong, muscular frame, and the power he had over her turned him on.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? A quick and dirty deed?” He growled, as he brushed his lips roughly against her perky breasts and bit down hard.
A high-pitched scream escaped from her lips and she kicked furiously against the heaviness of his body, but the movements only sought to excite him further.
“Mm, I smell a fighter.” He smiled wickedly before swirling his tongue around her nipples, drawing out an unwilling erection.
Her screams softened into moans as he began to flick his tongue swiftly across her erect nipples, sending waves of foreign pleasure through her body. Feeling the change in reaction, he let go of her wrists and let his hand drift toward her underwear, all the while licking and sucking on her breasts.
Pulling her thong down, he felt an immense moisture seep through the material, and realized that she was more than ready. He pulled his pulsating cock out of his boxers, and traced around the opening of her vagina to lubricate himself before pushing all the way in.
The sudden entrance forced her eyes wide open as she lurched forward in shock, scream stuck in her throat.
“Oh... God, you’re so tight...” He moaned, as he slowly pumped in and out of her.
Her world flashed white hot and her senses exploded in a confusion of pain and pleasure. She has never felt such a strong sensation before, as if she was being torn apart while being filled to the brim at the same time. It hurt, but there was a warm glow beneath the hurt which felt indescribably satisfying. As she started to get used to the pain, the glow expanded from her loins, to her tummy, to her chest, and a loud moan escaped from her lips.
“Is... Is this what... Sex... Usually... Feels like?” She panted, in between gasps of air.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He groaned, as he began to build up speed. He could feel an orgasm coming.
“I feel.... Something...” Her body was flooded with wild pleasure before she could finish, her mouth frozen in a silent “oh” as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
Her vagina began to contract with wild spasms, which brought forward his orgasm, and as he pulled out he came, spurts of white spread across her torso like the milky way.
Tired, he collapsed, and they both lay there panting - her on the couch, him on the floor. For a while there was nothing but the sound of bated breaths, before she gingerly sat up and asked for a piece of tissue.
“I need to clean myself up.” She said meekly, all the confidence drained from her voice.
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Thank you so much for reading. This is my first time writing something so explicit, and I'm thinking of a continuation, but am a little stuck on what should happen next. Should they go for Round 2? Should he be a gentleman and drive her home? Should she release the vixen in her and turn aggressive on him? Let me know your thoughts.
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