You do

Charlotte is cute as hell and she turns you on. There's no way you'll walk away from that.

On the other hand, she's a virgin and you don't want to turn her off to sex altogether. You decide to take it slow.

You climb in bed next to her and kiss her while you run your hands down her sides to her sweet tight ass.

She kisses you back for a moment, then pulls away. "What are you waiting for? Ram it in."

You're pretty sure that's a bad idea. "What?"

"Let's get this over with. I know it's going to hurt. That's God's punishment to Eve for her sin. But do it anyway. That way I'm permanently free of Charles. Once I'm not a virgin, I'm a whore to him."

You're pretty sure being a whore wouldn't stop Charles considering how you just saw him... although he didn't marry that girl in the strip club... you think. Still, you're not going to just ram it in and let Charlotte suffer.

"Let me handle this," you say. "We'll get to the ramming soon enough."

"If you say so." She sounds dubious.

"I definitely say so."

You continue kissing her, then let your mouth drift down to her breasts, gently kissing and then sucking each nipple.

"Oh. That feels nice."

Good. At least she's not so permanently damaged that she can't feel pleasure. So, you let your mouth wander lower, kissing her tight belly, then lower.

She grabs your head when you kiss between her legs. "That's dirty."

"It's definitely not dirty." You brush your thumb across her outer lips and she shudders to your touch.

"That... oh."

"Relax and enjoy."

You're pretty sure she isn't going to relax. Instead, her vagina clenches up like a fist. If your dick were 'ramming' as she'd demanded, it would run the risk of getting cut in half.

You tongue her lips, then gently open her outer lips and slide your thumb along her inner lips.

"Oh my lord. I've never felt... oh."

You're pretty sure she didn't have an orgasm from your gentle touch... but not positive. Her body is quivering and her pussy muscles clenching and releasing spasmatically.

You continue your gentle caresses, until she gradually subsides, then you let your tongue have free rein over her vaginal opening, licking her lips, kissing her ass, rubbing your hands along her inner thighs... and approaching ever-nearer to her clit without actually touching it.

From her movements, you can tell she's turned on... and doesn't know how to handle it. It's hard for your to believe that a girl in 2021 doesn't know her own body works but Charlotte is clear evidence that such girls still exist.

She's pressing her pussy against your face with every drop of energy in her small body when you finally relent and slide a finger along her clitoral hood.

She jerks as if hit by an electrical shock. "What the hell?"

"Relax," you urge.

"How can I relax when you're doing that to me?"

You slide a finger about an inch into her twat, then gently flick your tongue against her clit.

This time, there's no mistaking her orgasm. She screams out your name and her entire body spasms again and again.

Finally you lift your face from her pussy to look at her face.

She's panting and her pale skin has blushed pink, with the red of that blush descending down her neck to her breasts.

"What did you do to me?" she demands.

"I gave you an orgasm."

"Girls don't orgasm, only men."

"Uh, are you absolutely sure? Because I think you're wrong."

"I never imagined..." her voice trails off.

You hope she's considering the possibility that there are a lot of things she never imagined because Charles never let her imagine them. You're pretty sure, if she'd gone through with the wedding and hadn't met you, an asshole like Charles would never bother to allow her to have an orgasm so she could have gone her entire life without the experience.

"You still need to ram me," she says.

"Are you sure you're ready."

She nods.

Well, you're not going to just ram it in... but you're also going to give her what she needs.

"Tell me if it hurts too much," you say.

"It doesn't matter. You have to do this."

"Tell me anyway."

She nods but you suspect she's lying. Well, you'll do your best.

You consider letting her mount you... you're certainly hard enough... but you decide against it. Instead, you line your dick with her pussy opening and slide your tip along her lips.

"Oh, that's nice. I thought it would hurt."

"It hasn't happened yet," you admit.

"But..."

You press yourself gently into her.

She stiffens the instant you enter, her pussy muscles tightening.

"Relax," you urge. "If you make me push through your efforts, I'll hurt you more."

"I'm... trying."

As she relaxes, you push an inch further.

"Aiii." She squeals "You'll break me in half. Are you all the way in?"

"Uh, no." You don't tell her you've barely entered her.

"Okay." She takes a deep breath. "I'm ready. Give it to me."

You push for another inch... and she gasps again. She's tight but wet. You're through her hymen now, but her pussy has never had anything in it and it continues to resist your entrance... but now it's just a matter of time before you are fully encased in this beautiful woman.

Still, you want it to be an experience she looks back on with pleasure, not one whose only memories are of pain and brutal pounding.

Slowly, carefully, you side the rest of the way in, until her pussy has finally swallowed your entire length.

"That feels like you're going to split me in half," she says.

"It'll get better," you promise. "The worst is over."

"Is it over?" she asks. "Did you spend?"

Where does she find these euphemisms? you wonder. Then you realize you don't have to ask. Charles, her home-school teacher, taught her everything she knows about sex... which means she's gotten a bunch of lies and self-serving half-truths.

"It's not over," you say. "But it gets better. Are you ready?"

"Absolutely."

You're pretty sure she's lying but you can't just remain inside of her without moving forever. You start to move.

She hisses with pain as you withdraw an inch, then slowly slide back.

The second time, she nods and wipes away the tears from her eyes.

Then, gradually, you increase your speed and the length of your thrusts... and she, slowly at first but then with more energy and joy, thrusts back, taking you all the way into her.

And then, magically, the two of you are in synch, making love to one another as if the two of you were one unified machine, built only to make love to one another perpetually.

Her twat remains tight but it's so moist that you slide easily in her. The pressure on your dick feels great and you wonder if you could continue like this forever... until, abruptly, her pussy spasms again, tightening against your dick like a fist clamping down.

And you realize two things. First, that she's cumming again, and second that you won't last much longer.

Now is not the time to ask if she's on birth control You **** yourself under control, continue thrusting until her orgasm subsides, then, unable to restrain yourself for one more moment, you pull out and spray your semen over her belly and breasts.

She giggles. "Wow."

You collapse next to her. "Wow, indeed. That was one of the best experiences of my life."

"Me too. I had no idea. I was always told that sex was like a duty women do for men, not something that feels so... wonderful."

"It was--"

You're interrupted by the sound of hammering on the hotel door.

What the fuck?