Surrender to it

Ellie’s teen pussy calls out to you. Your hand responds. It reaches to feel the smooth flesh of her folds. They are hot and damp and enflamed with desire. She shudders at the first touch. She moans as you part them, running one finger through them, flick her clit, circle her hole.

And you can’t resist leaning over her, until all you can see is her eyes, burning with a desire more intense than you’ve ever seen before. And you kiss. Your lips touch and she shivers again. Inexperience means her lips struggle to keep up with yours. Desperation means she presses hard. Your tongue parts her lips and dives in. You’re lost in her aroma, in her desire, in the feel of her.

Your hands pull her close, and as you continue to kiss you guide her to your desk, hands on her pert ass. Once at the desk, you lift her up and seat her on it. Never once breaking the kiss.

Now seated your hands move to her bra. Carefully you pull it off her breasts, releasing them. They’re small and perky, and the perfect size for your hands to cup them, to squeeze them, to mould them. Her nipples are as hard as she claimed. They’re like diamonds. You flick them and she moans. You leave her lips to suck on them, and her laboured breathing turns into pants.

While you suck her tits one hand returns to her pussy. It’s even damper than it was before. It’s even more enflamed. You push your fingers through the flesh. You circle her clit. Then leave that to feel her snatch. Meanwhile your mouth leaves her nipples. With kisses it descends, pausing to tickle her belly button, before reaching the prize of her sex. You mouth encircles her clit and tastes her excitement for the first time. Her taste complements her smell. It drives you wild. Soon you’re licking, you’re sucking, you’re drawing out moans. The silent girl has turned into a noise machine. If you thought about it for a moment you’d worry about the screams, but you’re too lost in the taste of her juices, in the pleasure you’re providing. And all the while your fingers have circled her sex and slowly pushed themselves where no man has gone before. She’s sodden, and she’s burning, and she’s ready for you.

You pull away and stand before her. She’s sitting on your desk, blouse undone, bra beneath her perky breasts, skirt hitched up, pussy pink and puffy. It takes a moment for her eyes to turn from inner joy and focus on you. The desperation in them has only grown more intense the more you’ve played with her.

“You want this,” and you gesture to where your cock is straining against your clothes, “get it out.”

Her hands fumble with inexperience and eagerness. She undoes your trousers and pushes them off your ass. She pulls down your underpants and releases the monster within. She gasps as it bounces clear and smacks her in the face. She pulls back.

“It’s bigger than I imagined. Will, will it fit?”

“Do you want to find out?”

Her nod is eagerness personified. You shake your hips so your underpants pool at your ankles with your trousers. Then you take your cock and run it through her folds. It’s soon smeared with her juices. Then you place its head against her snatch.

“Are you a virgin, Ellie?” Unsurprisingly she nods. This is a girl who struggles to speak with her friends, of course she’s a virgin. “Are you sure you want me to take it?”

“Yes, yes.”

You press your cock into her snatch. For a moment the flesh doesn’t part. For a moment her virgin pussy refuses you entry. Even wet, even enflamed, even prepared, it resists. Then it gives way. You enter heaven. Your head is half in when you feel her hymen pressing back. You pause and wait for her panting to subside, for her eyes to return to yours.

“This might hurt to start with. Are you sure?”

“Yes. Put it in. I need it in.” If she’d said anything else, you would have screamed.

You gradually increase the pressure until her hymen breaks. You slide deeper into her tightness. She’s burning hot. She’s dripping wet. But the tightness still resists. Even with the hymen gone you can’t press deep. You pause to let the shivering of her scream, her lament to her virginity, fade.

“You, ok?”

“So good, so good, oh yes.”

Her whole body is quivering with each breath. Now you begin to rock. Each lean forward the hot, wet tightness resists. Each slight withdrawal it resists. You’re barely moving inside her. Only your tip is in, most of the shaft can’t follow. You’ve never felt anything tighter. It would be painful if it wasn’t so hot, so wet, so wonderful. And her cries are a complement to each slight shift. They fill the air. They must be heard throughout the school, throughout the town. You’d think they were cries of pain if it wasn’t for the look of utter adoration in her face. This beauty pricked by your cock, lost in joy.

Then her orgasm strikes. And her volume rises. And her arms thrash. And her pussy clamps down harder, muscles spasming around your head. She’s trying to milk you, and your balls respond. It takes all your self-control, discipline you never knew you had to pull out of her. There’s no way you can erupt inside her. There’s no way this virgin is on contraceptives. You can’t risk impregnating her.

She’s too lost in her pleasure to look disappointed as you pull out, as you lean forwards, as you shoot thick white loads onto her breasts. You’ve never cum this hard before. You’ve never been so awash with pleasure.