The cherry on top

“Andrew?” Emma asks softly, pulling my attention back to her.

“Yes, sexy girl?” I respond. She blushes hotly.

“Will you—take my virginity?” Emma asks shyly. “Will you make me a woman?”

“You’re already a woman,” I tell her, “and a highly desirable one.” Her blush grows hotter. “It will be my privilege to make love to you.”

“Thank you,” Emma says quietly. Reassuringly, I start to tell her that I brought condoms, but she cuts me off. “I’m on the pill,” she says. She grins a little at my obvious startlement. “Medical reasons—something’s off with my hormones. My parents didn’t tell me my meds were birth control—they didn’t want me feeling free to have sex—but one of the doctors figured that out and let me know. You don’t need a condom.”

She also tells me Makayla made up the guest bedroom for her—not just for my sake: she’ll be spending the night—so we head upstairs. I can’t resist taking advantage of the situation the same way I did with Makayla, so I slip a hand into Emma’s twat. She moans at my touch and her knees wobble, but she makes it all the way up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Once we’re through the door, Emma turns to face me and drops to her knees, trying to pull my boxers down as she goes. Unfortunately for both of us, the waistband gets hung up on my steel-hard erection. She solves that problem quickly and takes my big rod in one small hand. She looks at it wide-eyed and explores it with her fingers; I moan at her light touch. Then, to my surprise, she leans forward, licks my cockhead delicately, and fastens her lips around it. She licks and sucks for several moments, looking up at me with eyes full of wonder. I manage to keep from jerking my hips, but the urge to start fucking her throat is strong, even though I know she couldn’t handle it.

I’m not sure how long Emma would continue her oral exploration of my prick, but I suspect it’s longer than I can take without erupting. I tell her to lie down on the bed; her **** to pull off my dick is obvious, but once she gets moving, eagerness takes over. She lies down on her back and spreads her legs, then asks, “Like this?”

“That works,” I tell her. “Emma, you are a vision of sex, lying there. You are a wet dream in the flesh.” She blushes again and doesn’t say anything; she closes her eyes, but I can see the furtive smile playing around her mouth. I crawl up her body and kiss her thoroughly as I line up my cock with her gates of paradise. She kisses me back with growing hunger, then gasps as I push my cockhead into the tight, wet opening of her virgin cunt. I throw back my head and moan. Taking Makayla’s virginity was a special experience, and it was just as special doing the same for Alexis and Tiffini; it’s a thrill to be doing the same for Emma. I slide my arms beneath her and hold her tight, and she wraps hers around me. I want her to feel cared for, and I think she does. I look into her eyes and ask, “Ready, sexy girl?”

She nods. It seems she doesn’t trust her voice, but the expression on her face says more than enough—there’s uncertainty there, and still a little fear, but trust is stronger, and desire blazes brighter than all. I bend my head to kiss her again, slowly and sensually; Emma’s lips part, and her tongue comes out to play with mine. As we make out, I move my hips in short, slow strokes, gradually working my rod deeper and deeper into her body. Her pussy feels mind-blowingly good; she’s hot, marvelously slick, and excitingly tight around my shaft. With each thrust, I can feel my cockhead working her like a snowplow, pushing her cunt walls apart to open the road to bliss. She moans into my mouth and runs her hands up and down my back.

When I’ve driven as deep as I can go in this position, I rest for a while. This way, we can both enjoy the feeling of my engorged cock stuffing her insanely tight cunt, and I can last longer for calming down a little. I raise my head to look at Emma; 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 my head to her spectacular peaks and suck one turgid coppery summit into my mouth, savoring it on my tongue. Her eyes fly open. She moans in pleasure, and then says breathlessly, “That feels good . . .” It takes me by surprise, and makes me smile into her succulent breast.

I release her nipple for a moment, look her in the eyes, and murmur, “It gets better, baby.” I pull back and give her a good long thrust; she mewls and whispers my name. I give her another thrust, and another, and soon I’m fucking her in earnest with long, steady strokes. As I pump her cunt, I pleasure her nipples with my lips and tongue, licking and sucking each in turn.

“More,” Emma moans. “More . . . so good . . .” In response, I pick up the pace a little. I can’t move very fast, but as tight and hot and wet as she is, I don’t need to. Just moving in that pussy at all is amazing. 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.

I lift my head to see Emma’s eyes closed and her mouth open in an expression of shameless, unrestrained lust. “Cum for me, baby,” I urge her. “Cum like a woman. Cum like the sexy woman you are. Let go—let me feel you lose control. Let me feel your hungry pussy cumming all over my big cock.” Then I lower my head to her huge mounds, wrap my lips around one of their stiff, quivering points, suck hard, and pull. Emma shrieks as her body cuts loose and her climax floods her like a tsunami. She writhes and thrashes as her cunt seizes my shaft in a vise grip. Her ecstasy overpowers my restraint, sending my answering orgasm exploding out of my balls, setting fire to all my nerve endings and blasting rope after rope of cum deep into her molten core. From the sounds she’s making, she likes the feeling.

When our bodies have calmed down, I roll onto my side, bringing Emma with me, and hold her close as my prick finishes deflating. I shift my lower arm under her head and she rests it there contentedly. “Thank you,” she whispers.