No! No way! Absolutely not!

“No,” Kira gasps, “I can’t wait—I need you . . . I need your—cock—in my p-pussy . . . I need it now . . . Can you get on top?”

The massage table is a heavy, sturdy piece of solid wooden furniture, and wide enough, if not by much. I nod and say, “Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.” Kira’s face lights up and she spreads them wide for me to climb up between. I touch my knob to her virgin hole and tell her, “This will probably work best for balance if you wrap your legs around my waist.” She does as I suggest, crossing her ankles behind my back and resting her feet on the top of my ass. “Ready?”

“So ready, you can’t imagine,” Kira murmurs. “If I’m dreaming again, I don’t want to wake up.”

Oooh, again? I’ll have to ask about that later . . . Aloud, I say, “Sexy girl, you’re dreaming with your eyes wide open.” She grins at the reference, then closes her eyes with a soft guttural moan when I push my glans into her hot, wet pussy. I dip my head to fasten my lips on hers in a deep, demanding kiss. I devour Kira’s lips and probe her mouth with my tongue as I **** my prick deeper and deeper between her nether lips. My life right now is one incredibly tight teenage cunt after another . . . I could really get used to this. Hesitantly at first, then with growing courage, she kisses me back, asserting her own claim on my lips, twining her tongue around mine, and probing my mouth in turn. She puts her arms around me and holds on tight, her hands gripping my back as my knob plows her open, making a tunnel for my shaft.

Our hips meet; I raise my head. Kira’s eyes flutter open and focus on mine. “How does it feel, not being a virgin anymore?” I ask in a husky voice.

“So good, so good, so good,” she moans softly. “I feel so full, so complete . . . I don’t have words . . . I feel like a blind woman who can suddenly see—the world is all new . . . Ben, you’re wonderful . . .”

“I didn’t feel any barrier, so I guess there was nothing to hurt; had you broken your hymen yourself?” I ask.

“Born without one,” Kira murmurs, her eyes closing again.

“Then I have one less thing to worry about,” I tell her, and slowly pull out about halfway. She moans and tries to pull me back in with her legs, then mewls when I thrust back into her snug little honeypot. I take it slow, gradually lengthening my strokes and watching her face as she communes with her pussy. When I look down at her big, soft, firm tits, slowly shifting around with her movements, I decide they need a little attention. I bend my lips to suck on her sweet flesh, licking her with a flat tongue; she tastes of lingering rose oil with a faint salt hint of sweat.

“Kiss my girls, baby,” Kira moans. “Make me feel sexy . . .”

“You’re sexy as fuck, sweet Kira,” I growl around a springy mouthful. “I can’t get enough of your perfect tits, and your tiny little 19-year-old pussy might be the hottest I’ve ever felt . . . it’s so hot and wet and tight, and so hungry for my big cock . . . I can feel it clinging tightly to me every time I pull out; if you weren’t dripping wet, I don’t think I could move in you at all . . .” I kiss my way up the curve of her succulent melon, wrap my lips around its aching pink tip, and suckle like a starving man, lashing it with my tongue.

Kira cries out at the sensation. “That’s even better with your cock inside me,” she moans. I close my teeth enough to scrape her nipple as I suckle it, and she mewls frantically. I speed up my thrusts, fucking her faster and harder; she makes several small high-pitched noises, then howls like a wolf in heat as her orgasm thunders through her like an avalanche. I switch tits, suckling her other nipple hard and fast and deep, and fuck her harder to keep her spasming cunt from slowing me down too much.

“I never dreamed it could be this good,” Kira breathes. “I’ve wanted this for so long, but I never dreamed it could be this good . . . ohh, Ben, if I’d known, I would have snuck into your bedroom years ago . . . your cock feels so incredible in my pussy—it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt—nothing, nothing, nothing compares . . . I want more—I want more—I want more of you—fuck me faster—fuck me harder—give me more . . .”

“Gladly, baby girl,” I rumble, doing as Kira asks. I’m not pounding her by any means, but I’m definitely not going slowly anymore; the massage table is starting to creak a little. I lift one hand from the cushion and reach down into her wet snatch; I touch her clit, and she starts panting and gasping.

“That’s incredible—incredible—incredible,” she gets out. “Play with me—suckle me—fuck my little pussy—all of it together—so—good—ohhh, Ben!” Kira shrieks my name as another climax threshes her nerves, overloading her circuits with spikes of pure carnal pleasure.