She asks me to take her virginity

“Is our time up?” Makayla asks.

“No, there’s a fair bit of time left,” I reply, somewhat puzzled. “Why?”

“My cousin said you would never ask for anything,” she whispers. “But you made me feel so good—you taught me how good sex can feel, and made me feel sexy—it doesn’t seem fair to leave you hanging like that.” She giggles a little at the pun. “And besides—” Makayla takes a deep breath, then continues, “I have more I need to learn. I want you to teach me. Andrew, would you please take my virginity?”

From the look in her eyes, she’s absolutely certain she wants this. I’m sure her cousin was hoping for this, and there’s no point worrying about her parents’ opinion now. I help her to her feet; she gathers up her clothes while I give the loveseat a quick wipedown. “Lead me to your room,” I say.

The cousin, fortunately, is still nowhere in evidence; I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s left the house. I follow Makayla closely, and when we start up the stairs, I slip a hand into her twat. She tells me to stop, but her heart doesn’t quite seem in it. She takes a firm grip on the rails and manages to make it all the way up, though she’s moaning pretty loudly by the time she reaches the top. When she does, she spins around and kisses me hard, then spins back around and leads me through an open door.

Makayla throws herself down on an unmade bed and reaches out to me. “Take off those clothes and come here,” she orders, looking a little surprised at herself. “I’m so horny.”

I grin at her arousal and take off my shirt. “Two things first,” I say. “One, I assume you’re not on birth control?” Makayla shakes her head. “Then we need this.” I pull a condom out of my pocket before shucking my jeans and boxers, then put the condom on and climb on the bed. “Two, let me check something,” I say, and slip a finger into her cunt. She moans at the sensation, but looks at me curiously. Amazingly, she’s only getting wetter. “I needed to check your lubrication,” I tell her. “You’re incredibly tight, and I’m pretty thick.”

“Will I be able to take you?” she asks worriedly.

“You’ll stretch,” I reassure her. “You might be sore later, but you’ll be OK. I just wanted to make sure you’re wet enough to take me, and you are. I’ll need to take it slow, is all.”

“Good,” Makayla says in a hungry voice. “Now—come here and—and—and—and fuck me! Fuck me with that cock and make me a woman.”

I get up on my hands and knees and push my cockhead just inside her hot, tight opening. Makayla cries out, and I don’t blame her. I feel squeezed, almost to the point of pain rather than pleasure. I rest there for a while, moving my hips slowly up and down to rock my mushroom in her opening; she moans at the stimulation.

After a while, when it feels like she’s starting to loosen up, I push in a little. She gasps, but doesn’t object. I start moving slowly, only occasionally pushing a little deeper; Makayla grunts and moans as I slowly pump her, gradually working my way into her vise-tight pussy. She seems to be getting wetter and wetter as I go deeper, judging by the feel of her cunt on my prick and the froth that’s building around her entrance. I can feel my cockhead working her like a snowplow, pushing her cunt walls apart to open the road to bliss. She doesn’t get any looser as I go, but the further in I push, the less Makayla grunts, and the more erotic her moans get.

When I’ve driven as deep as I can go, I rest in her for a while. Her cunt is insanely tight, and I think she must be one of those people whose normal body temperature is higher than average, because she feels really hot. Just being sheathed so deep in her is almost enough to make me blow my load. I look down at Makayla’s face; from her closed eyes and the look of bliss on her face, I suspect she’s communing with her pussy, savoring a whole new world of sensations. I can give her more, though. I bend down to her chest and suck a nipple into my mouth, savoring it on my tongue. Her eyes fly open. “Andrew,” she whispers. “I never knew anything could be this good. Thank you for being my first. Thank you for making me a woman.”

“You were already a woman, Makayla,” I tell her, lifting my mouth from her tit. “You just didn’t entirely know it. It’s my privilege to teach you, and my pleasure to have sex with you. Now it’s time for the next lesson: it gets better than this.” I start fucking her in earnest, pumping her cunt with long, steady strokes. As tight as she is, I move slowly; if I tried to pound her the way I did Alyssa, I’d probably break her. Quite frankly, as tight and hot and wet as she is, I don’t need to move fast. Just moving in that pussy at all feels mind-blowingly good. Licking and sucking her tits, moving back and forth from one nipple to the other, only makes it better. It’s taking all my self-control to keep from cumming and leaving her hanging.

Judging by Makayla’s reactions, she has similar feelings about my cock. She’s writhing and arching her back under me like ecstasy has shorted out her circuits. “Don’t stop,” she gasps. “Too good—don’t stop . . . your big cock—so good—what my pussy was made for . . . take me—fuck me—deep, deep, deep, so deep . . . so full—never imagined—never knew—what was I afraid of?—so, so, so, so good . . . so fucking good . . . so close—so close—make me cum—make me cum on your big cock . . . big cock make me cum—keep fucking me and make me cum . . .” It isn’t long before she starts gasping, “Ohh—ohhh—ohhh—”

“Cum for me, baby,” I moan. “Cum like a woman. Cum like the sexy woman you are. Let me feel you cum all over my cock. Let me feel your pussy cumming.” That sets Makayla off, and she throws back her head and screams at the top of her lungs. I let go, finally, and our orgasms erupt together. I bury myself as deep in her as I can go and grind against her pubic bone just as her body detonates around me; I lower myself down on her and wrap my arms around her. She does the same to me, and we hold each other tight as her cunt clamps down on me and I launch rockets of cum into the condom. I cum so hard that I wonder if it will be able to contain me; she cums even harder.

We lie like that as our climaxes roar through us, then shudder away in aftershocks. I roll us over so that she’s on top of me, then start kissing her neck. We get up, and clean up; the condom goes in a trash can that Makayla vows to empty within the hour. As I’m readying myself to leave, Makayla says, “Thank you. To think I was afraid—and you were so gentle and patient, and you made it all wonderful.”

In absolute sincerity, I tell her, “You made it easy.” She blushes.