You pull Whitney through a 180, and help her sit at the foot of your bed. You stand before her, just enjoying the sight of her -- the Whitney you knew so long ago, who ran around in a tank and spats without a care in the world. That carefree spirit of hers didn't weather her tenure as a high-powered CEO too well, even though she tried to keep it. But here, today, it shines.
She plays at the role of the one with more experience. She attempts to give you a coquettish laugh followed by a sly, "what do you wanna do now?" as she flips her hair. But the laughter comes out as a stuttering forced giggle, and her line comes out: "W-what do you w-wanna -- d-do--" as she tries, and fails, to flip her bangs to one side.
"I want to fuck you," you tell her.
"...Oh. Oh." She blinks rapidly. Her breath is jagged and her voice is pinched.
"Take off your shoes," you command her.
She does the forced laughing thing again. "My shoes. Haha. Yeah. I should... have my shoes off... huh..."
She fumblingly kicks her tennis shoes off, then her socks. "Um..."
You climb into the bed with her, pushing her slowly onto her back, and crawling over her on all fours.
"I..." she gulps. "I knew this pheromone thing was a good shot, you know, working up a sweat on my way over, but..."
"I've always wanted this," you tell her.
She mewls.
"Me... me too..."
You help her from her tanktop. She's such a bundle of nerves that she can barely get the thing over her head even with your patient help. She was wearing no bra beneath it, and her perky little tits shimmer in the light of morning with that sweat she worked up to lure you. You rise to your knees and ditch your shirt, too. She stares up at you, agog, and immobile. As you undo your belt, she starts to shiver. Her teeth chatter audibly.
"What got into you?" She asks. "Why so-- so suddenly--"
"I realized something," you tell her. You pull your pants down, your boxers too, and now you're naked before your teenage lover, cock at full mast.
"Is it... supposed to be that big?" Whitney asks, voice aflutter.
You nod.
She wiggles around a bit, scooching backwards across the mattress until her head finds a pillowtop. "I'll split in fucking two--"
"No you won't," you tell her. "Trust me."
She swallows. "Just... go slow."
"Take off your spats too," you tell her.
"You'll go slow, right?"
You reach down and grab the elastic material of her spandex shorts. The raw heat emanating from her body, ginned up by her morning workout, is divine... her supple skin feels feverish wherever you touch her, so you know that wonderful pussy of hers is doubly hot. You missed sinking your cock into the glove-tight, hot confines of her insides. The spats come down but not without a little tenacity, the material adhering to her skin like tape as you peel the garment back. Slowly her smooth thighs and crotch come into view -- her hairless mound, and the quivering lips of her sopping pussy. She's all wet down there, with both sweat and arousal. She raises her butt just a bit, for you to take the spandex fully off her; her eyes stay glued to your member, her lips parted. You can't resist, as you pull the thing off her, the urge to squeeze her ass. The sudden gentle assault makes her arch both her back and her neck, and close her eyes. Whitney's bubble butt is as fun to grope as always, the muscles well-defined but never sinewy. They give just enough under the pressure you apply, like a peach at the perfect peak of ripeness.
You position yourself above her, on your elbows, so you can look her in the eye as you take her virginity.
"S-slow," she pleads. "I want it, I really do, but... but you're so big--"
"Slow," you finally agree. "...At first."
"A-at f-first?" She stutters.
You line your prick up with the dewy, unspoiled opening of Whitney Price's pussy, and begin to sink in. She's so wet for you that it isn't any trouble at all. The tight ring of muscles down there, even as they spasm and clamp down, cannot keep your thrusting cock out. With a low, guttural moan of sheer pleasure, you feel her inner walls give way and then wrap around your mushroom tip. She grits her teeth, closes her eyes -- as that flash of pain, the pain of being deflowered, rises then subsides. By centimeters you push your cock into her body. There's no hymen to tear -- her toys have seen to that -- but no amount of masturbating on dildos through her teen years could ever have prepared Whitney for the reality of a man on top of her, thrusting himself home, and fucking her at the pace he chooses. Sitting on a piece of rubber is no preparation at all for having a flesh-and-blood cock rut in you. This is evident on her face, as she gasps at the sudden, hot intrusion of prick into her body, a prick she has no control over -- and as she lies there, she can only hope that you'll uphold your vague promise to go slow. You will go slow, until she adjusts, of course -- then you'll fuck her brains out.
Deeper and deeper you sink into her. More and more she gasps and coos, and lets out half-pained "ahhn~" noises. "Shit... oh, god..." she gulps. Her cheek is slick against yours, as she hugs you. She's trying to keep up with you, she really is -- your voracious, and very experienced technique. But she's an amateur. When she kisses you, her teeth knock yours, and when she tries to squeeze your horny cock with her pussy, she has none of that well-honed genital dexterity she developed before.
At last you're up to your nuts inside her. Your entire dick is inside Whitney's pussy, twitching, and leaking precum into her womb. Just where it belongs -- and you yourself shiver with this long-deprived pleasure. You emboss the inside of her cunt with the shape of your dick.
"Ffffuck," Whitney heaves. "How much fucking more of you... is there..."
"That's it," you promise.
"You're in?"
"I'm in."
You punctuate that by jutting your hips forward -- which jabs your prickhead just a tiny bit further into her.
"Ahh--!" she hisses. "Liar!"
But the thrill in her voice is unmistakable.
"I'm gonna start moving," you tell her.
She wrenches her eyes closed, throws her slender arms around your neck, and nods.
As you passionately kiss her, and taste her mouth, your dick tastes her cherry pussy. It's not every day you get to fuck a virginal Whitney, and you'll enjoy it to its fullest extent. The head of your cock scrapes the taut ridges of her messy inner walls, and stirs her up inside. The room stinks of her sweat and her sex. Yours, too.
You gyrate your hips just a little on every instroke, to grind against that spot deep inside her that you know she loves to get grinded. It's her G-spot -- or, as she used to christen it, her cum-button. You mash on her cum-button with your leaky prick over and over and over. You fuck her mercilessly -- even as you keep your guarantee of going slow. Even slow can be brutal. Dazed and confused, she twists her head from side to side. She lets you rain suckling kisses on her, and hardly registers it as you fondle her wonderfully soft tit meat.
She's cumming so much that it feels like you've got your dick beneath a faucet.
"O-- O-- okay--" she pants finally.
"Okay what?" You say gruffly, and never break your languid pace.
"You -- can keep going--"
"I am going."
"F-faster... please... harder..."
You lie fully over her and really begin to screw her. You pound her so hard that the bed's feet seem to lift from the floor with every stroke. The whole Soliloquy household shudders under the brutal force of your union. Whitney has no goddamn idea what is happening right now, but she's a quick study, or maybe driven by primal instinct. She wraps her ankles around your butt, and scrapes your back with her short fingernails. She fucks herself on you about as hard as you fuck into her. The sweetly violent mating session ruins your sheets and turns your brains to mush. Together, you climb that mountain inevitably towards its ultimate apex -- and only when you're teetering on the precipice, when you feel your fuckmeat begin to throb and pulse in the moments before that gloriously wet orgasm you're definitely going to have inside of her -- inside of her and not outside -- does Whitney realize something:
"Wait-- is this safe?"
"No," you grunt.
"Oh fuck, Ally... should we really--"
"Yes," you grunt.
"Okay... okay..."
"Okay what?"
She shrieks, directly into your ear: "Okay!! Cum inside me! Cum inside me, Ally, fuck!"
You hold her face by the jaw, with one strong hand, as you forcefully mash your cock into her. You look deeply into her eyes. "You are mine--" you gasp. "I'm making you mine."
"Do it," she begs.
As the cum races up your tubes, and pours from your swelling penis, you pull her into a bear hug and hiss into her ear: "M-m-mine... you're m-m-m-mine... fuck..."
After that, the only sound is the wet squelch of you fucking your load up into her.
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