The girl gets to come

The man stood, took the girl by the wrist, and pulled her to standing. He held her wrist tightly, so she knew she couldn't get away.

The girl felt powerless. It was thrilling. To emphasize that the man was in control the girl pulled back, but the man, much stronger, relentlessly pulled her toward his bedroom. Being careful not to hurt the girl he threw her onto his bed and stood by her, threateningly.

"Please don't hurt me," the girl begged.

The man couldn't tell if the girl's begging was for real or an act, but he didn't care. Her begging swelled his erection big and hard.

The man laid the girl face down. "Don't do anything," he said. "I'm going to do whatever I want to you."

"Don't fuck me. I could get pregnant," the girl begged.

"You should have thought of that before you came cock teasing around," the man said. But then he bent over and whispered in her ear. "I won't hurt you. Trust me," he said.

"Okay," the girl agreed, not that she had a choice.

The man slowly pulled the string to untie the bow behind the girl's neck. Then he slowly opened the bow behind her back. He put the strings to the side, laying open girl's bra.

"Ohhh," the girl exhaled, breathy.

The man opened a drawer and took out a squeeze bottle of lube. He poured a pool into a cupped palm and oiled his hands. Then he proceeded to rub oil all over the girl's back and began massaging deeply, infusing the oil into her tight body.

"Ohhh, that feels sooo good," the girl moaned.

"No talking," the man instructed. He didn't want her to think—he only wanted her to feel.

The man added oil, slid his hands under her arms, and pushing firmly ran his large hands down her ribs making sure to dwell on the sides of her breasts.

"Oh, oh, ohhh" the girl moaned, and she tried to rise up, so the man could play with her nipples.

The man took the opportunity to remove the bra from under the girl, but rather than play with her nipples he gently pushed the girl back down. He knew she was terribly aroused. He could smell her sex smell drifting into his nostrils and stimulating primitive centers of his brain. And though he enjoyed denying the girl what she most wanted—his fingers in her vagina and on her clit—he had sympathy, for his erection was so hard and tight it was killing him And he still didn't know how he was going to get relief. Certainly not by myself, he decided.

He put his fingers in the girl's bottom—the waistband of her bikini that is—and he pulled the tiny garment off her buttocks and down her legs.

The girl opened her legs to let the man look.

He could see the her pussy covered in fine hair that adorned the girl's charms, and he could see the opening of her vagina, though her legs were not opened wide enough to see far in.

The man put his middle finger, just the tip, into the girl's feminine opening, and the girl gasped and rose up trying to get the man's finger farther in, but rather than grant the girl her wishes, the man held the girl still by pressing on her buttocks, as he explored the outer recesses of her vagina.

"Put it in, put it in," she begged, but instead the man removed his finger, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply savoring the girl's scent. "Shhh," the man admonished again. "I'll put it in when I'm ready," he said, accenting I'm.

The man proceeded to oil and massage the girl's buttocks and legs, and then her inner thighs, which made the girl squeal repeatedly and wriggle uncontrollably because of the unbearable pleasure of a man's hands—finally a man's hands—caressing that private (though still not her most private) area.

She couldn't bear it. "Turn me over and fuck me," she begged.

"Fuck you?" the man asked.

"No, no don't fuck me. I don't mean that. I can't. I can't."

"I won't," the man reassured the girl—he didn't want her to get pregnant either. "Not that I don't want to," he added.

"I know, I know," the girl moaned, imagining the man's need to be as great as hers.

The man turned the girl over and saw her beauty on full display and available but for his promise not to take her without permission. He put his hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs wide.

What have I done? Opened Pandora's box, he answered, for there were no evils left, if ever there were any in the girl. There was only hope, hope that someday, someday soon if God be great, he could fuck the girl and put his super erect penis demanding satisfaction as never before into her tight vagina that he felt even though he'd had but a knuckle worth of middle finger in her.

Yes, the girl was a true beauty and opened for the man to see. Her breasts stood high, advertising her youthfulness, her areolae were full enough to stand proud as well, and her nipples were taught, begging to be suckled. Her waist narrowed, and her hips widened to show her womanly ability to bear fruit. Her vulva open as her legs spread, and between her outer labia her clitoris was swollen, its tip glistening in the dim light.

The entrance of the girl's vagina was opened wide, and the man could see farther than ever into the wet tissues begging to be plundered. But of all, the sight not the greatest lust but of the greatest beauty were the girl's inner labia that decorated her most feminine opening like the petals of a rare, delicate flower promising sweets in exchange for fertilization. Come between us. Find what you most desire. Come into me and come, they called to the man.

The man undressed and kneeled between the girl's legs. The sight of his penis—large, hard, veined, as erect as it ever could be and quintessentially manly—was frightening. "Please don't" the girl whined, begging herself as much as the man not to give in to what they both needed so badly.

Supporting himself with his arms the man lay over the girl and ran his cock up and down, up and down her clit, as the girl swooned with pleasure. Up and down, up and down, the girl joining in the movement to stimulate herself to a fast approaching climax, approaching too soon, she thought. But I can have more than one, she comforted herself.

It was sex like she'd never experienced: the hard penis, the man behind it, the man over her, dominating even if just by suggestion inherent in his superior position.

Closer and closer she came. The sensations of her young, naked, virginal body overwhelmed her, and, and...

The man pulled his penis back farther than he intended, or maybe he did intend it—afterward he couldn't say—and all of a sudden he found the tip of his penis in the girl's opening. Danger! Danger! his brain shouted. Just a taste. Just a taste, it argued.

The man pushed in just enough to fit the knob of his hard cock in the wet tissues designed to receive him. "Ohhhh," he groaned.

"Noooo," the girl moaned, but she had always loved plunging her fingers inside herself as she came, and the sensations of a cock, the real thing, so close to being in her, were unbearable.

The man only fucked her entrance—pressing releasing, pressing releasing, only in her opening. Yet he knew that the first little way of being inside a girl—inside a woman—was a special moment, the moment when you knew for sure that yes, I really am going to get laid, and that first moment when your hyper sensitive cock is wetted and embeds in the tight wet muscle... Only a climax is better.

Just a taste, just a taste... The man pushed into the girl but only in so that the tip of his penis could feel the exquisite sensations of the initial penetration of a girl. She's not a virgin anymore, the man thought. Or is she? Does this count?

Momentarily the man forgot that what he had done was not to him alone. In a moment of selfishness he forgot that there was a real woman below him, literally, beneath him, figuratively. He forgot that his actions would inevitably have reactions and consequences.

"Ahhhh," the girl screamed as the penis entered her. "Oh, ohh, ohhh," she moaned. The pleasure was too great, and without thinking the girl grabbed two handfuls of the man's buttocks; her nails bit deeply and painfully into him, and she pulled him inside her.

It was too much for either of them to resist, and the man fucked the girl with all the strength and vigor he had in him.

A cacophony of girl sounds urged him on, and the sweat and power emanating from the man pumping and readying to ejaculate egged her on.

And then... and then... "Yes, yes, yes," the girl screamed as her long delayed climax burst forth, the tight muscles of her vagina spasming around the penis buried deeply inside her.

The man thought he could pull out in time, though he knew that that was no guarantee of protection. But when the girl's orgasm began... well... there was no way, and he gave in. Pushing deep up in the girl, all the way up and then some, his engorged cock and balls erupted in the ultimate pleasure of an intense orgasm, an orgasm as good as—better than—any he'd ever had, and his first pump of life creating semen squirted high up inside the girl where it had the best chance of impregnating her.

"Nooooo," the girl screamed, as she felt the man ejaculate and continue to pump more and more sperm filled semen into her. "No, no, noooo," she moaned even as her spasms continued to milk every last God given drop of potent semen right the fuck out of the man into her young fertile pussy—though she didn't know that for sure.

The girl began to cry, though she didn't stop pulling the man into her and grinding her clit on his pubic bone as her orgasm began to diminish.

They stayed like that, connected in fateful embrace, neither speaking, until they had rested and were fully satisfied. Eventually the man pulled out.

"You asshole. You came in me," the girl said angrily.

"I did," the man replied, stating the obvious. "I couldn't help it."

"Couldn't help it? But you promised."

"You pulled me into you," he said arguing it wasn't entirely his fault.

"You were already in me. And you promised me you wouldn't fuck me—let alone come in me," she added.

"It felt good though. Didn't it?" the man said trying to lighten the tension.

"Fuck you! What if I'm pregnant? What do I do now?" the girl lamented, tears running down her cheeks.

"Plan B?" the man answered lamely.

"Fuck you," the girl said again.

"Listen. I'm sorry. I really am," the man said. "I thought I could control myself, the situation, but I couldn't. Things got out of hand. I really am very sorry."

After a time the girl relented and admitted that having the man in her was partly her fault. "I couldn't help it either," she said. "And it was amazing." She gave him that much.

"Thank you for allowing me to be your first," the man said.

The girl nodded. "You're welcome," she said. "It was unfair of me to ask you not to fuck me."

"I thought it was a reasonable request, even necessary," the man replied. "You didn't do anything wrong. I did."

"Thanks for saying that. God, it did feel good," the girl said. "Can we do it again? I mean it can't get any worse than it already is, right?"

"I'm not up to it yet," the man said. "And it's getting time for you to go home. If you're willing I'd love to do it again another day," he said hopefully.

The girl nodded. "Yeah, maybe," she said wryly. "But you've got to get the Plan B. I'm not going to buy it, not in public. And I need it right away."

"Okay," the man said. "I'll go to CVS as soon as you leave. I'll put it in a plastic bag and hide it under the fence where you were sitting."

"Okay," the girl agreed. "But if we ever do this again I need to be protected."

The thought that the girl might want to have have sex with him again made the man's penis stir. "Yes," the man agreed. Maybe I'll have a vasectomy, he thought, but though he didn't want children the idea of being unable to impregnate a girl didn't appeal to him.

The girl left. The man got the Plan B. The girl at the pharmacy checkout noticed his purchase, but she didn't say anything. He hid it as he said he would, and the next day he checked and the package in its plastic bag was gone.