He uses her breasts

Adam lifted the surprised young woman from the table and placed her instead on one of the high-backed chairs that surrounded the table. He could see the surprise and confusion in her face; she surely thought he’d climb onto her again and drive his rod between her thighs. Not that he wasn’t tempted, but as he pressed his cock against her perfect tits and felt the warmth of her soft skin Adam was confident that this would be enough. With his legs straddling the padded chair Winlay was at the perfect height, his shaft nestled into the valley between her tits. Adam had heard others talking about flapping a woman’s breasts, but had never tried it himself. The act seemed demeaning, almost like masturbating using the woman’s tits, to him it reduced the woman to just a single body part.

But now, with his cock touching the smooth soft skin of her breasts Adam had to reevaluate his opinion. It felt marvelous and Winlay didn't seem to mind. In fact, as soon as she realized what Adam wanted, Winlay pressed her breasts together, wrapping them around his shaft until only the head of his cock was visible.

“Landers that feels good!” Adam gasped and took a tentative thrust pulling his hips down and then lifting up and into her pressing her body back against the upholstery of the chair. The softness of her breasts and the warmth he felt wrapped around his cock was intoxicating.

This must be how someone as beautiful and passionately responsive as Winlay could still have her maidenhead. His next thrust was longer and harder as he once again wondered how many farmer-boys and villagers Winlay had kept from her treasure by pleasing them in this manner. It wasn’t fair to blame her, but the image of her kneeling at other men’s feet and sliding her perfect tits up and down their shafts irritated him. He held the back of the chair to keep it from rocking as he pushed harder and harder into the tunnel of her breasts. He hated each and every one of those men, and hated Winlay for letting them treat her that way but most of all he hated his own weakness as well. This was wrong and he should end it now before it was too late, but he had no intention of stopping, not this time.

Now that he was using full strokes his swollen cock head rose well above the gap in her tits and to his surprise and absolute pleasure he felt Winlay’s lips and tongue bathe the red swollen knob with saliva. The extra moisture dripping from her lips lubricated the passageway between her tits and it felt even more like he was inside her sex instead of between her breasts. He closed his eyes and pictured himself back on the table only this time pressing into her dripping sex with his cock, not his mouth and fingers. Adam imagined how good it would feel to stretch her open, to know that he was taking what all her other suitors had wanted but failed to claim. Crews how he'd love to hear her cry out as he tore her hymen and …

That was all it took. He exploded all over Winlay’s tits, throat and chin covering her with his white cum. Winlay’s eyes were opened wide in amazement, and he wondered how all her other encounters of this type ended. On the other hand it was a great deal of cum. Adam only rarely visited the whore-houses in Telnon, nor did he masturbate that often; the combination of his imperfect celibacy and the desire for Winlay that had been building since the moment he first saw her had resulted in a great amount of ejaculation. Thank Xelta he had been able to resist deflowering her. As much as he had fantasized about being Winlay’s first, this much cum flooding her womb would have greatly increased the odds of a poorly timed pregnancy.

“Was that all right?” Asked Winlay needlessly. “I’ve never tried anything like this before, I hope I did OK.”

Adam stared at her in shock. He felt at the same time both guilt at how he had assumed Winlay must have pleased others this way and an irrational surge of pride and desire when he realized that his initial assessment of Winlay’s innocent modesty was on target.

“Neither have I,” he admitted as he lifted her from the chair into his arms “but I can’t imagine how it could have been any better.” He pressed his lips to hers fiercely and she responded with an eager passion that once again had Adam’s manhood start to swell yet again. It was impossible to resist this beautiful contradiction that squirmed in his arms. She was as pure and gentle as spring rain, but had the passion of a newlywed bride and the instinctive sexual knowledge of a trained courtesan.

He already wanted her again, and she knew it.