I ran my hands all over her body — so smooth from head to toe. Big breasts for her age, a soft, full ass. Finally, I reached her most private place. I stroked the hair on her mound like petting a cat. Her pubic hair was thick, extending down past her pussy lips and all the way to her asshole. When her legs were closed, the hair puffed out, covering her entire pussy. I remembered people saying the bushier the hair, the hornier the girl. I guessed Emily was like that, or she wouldn’t have let me go this far. I rubbed her mound, then moved lower. It was my first time touching a girl’s pussy. I couldn’t see it, but I could imagine. When I slipped a finger in, it greedily sucked my finger, clamping down tightly. I realized Emily was extremely wet. I could hear the wet sounds. The pussy of an 18-year-old virgin was incredibly addictive.
Emily said:
“You made me take everything off but you’re still dressed? That’s not fair.”
I immediately stripped. Now we were both completely naked. Emily turned her back to me. I pressed close, hugging her. My hard cock nestled between her thighs, twitching. It desperately wanted to slide into her warm pussy. But we were both young — I knew we shouldn’t go too far. Eventually she would be mine anyway. She scolded me:
“Can you move that thing away? Why is it so big?”
I stopped hugging her tightly and lay flat. I ran my finger along her ass crack, feeling the thick hair even from behind. Emily turned over. My hand returned to her mound. I looked at her. She had her eyes closed, probably sleepy. Or maybe she was pretending so I would keep touching her. I didn’t know what she was thinking, but everything was happening so fast.
Emily seemed to fall asleep. I played with her nipple — it was soft, so I figured she really was sleeping. I slipped under the blanket with my phone flashlight on. I wanted to see what her pussy looked like.
Her pussy was right in front of me. Thick black hair covered her mound and extended down to her asshole, surrounding her pink slit. I used my fingers to spread her lips. Her hole appeared. I shone the light inside. On the outside it was a vertical slit, but inside it narrowed. It looked like a deep pink cave. I slipped one knuckle inside and felt her juices flowing. It was the first pussy I’d ever seen in real life. Like a curious child, I spread her wider. It pulsed with her breathing. I wanted to taste it. I buried my face between her legs, pushing my tongue as deep as possible.
Emily woke up and moaned:
“Babe… what are you doing down there? It’s dirty…”
She moaned with every swirl of my tongue inside her. The more I licked, the sweeter her juices tasted. I couldn’t tell what was her and what was my saliva. I nibbled her mound, then dragged my tongue down to her asshole. Every inch of an 18-year-old girl’s skin tasted incredible — even her tiny, tight asshole. I got on top of her, sucking her breasts, licking around her areolas, gently biting her nipples. Emily moaned. I reached down to rub her soaking wet pussy, circling her entrance. We were like the opening scene of a porno. Emily kept her eyes closed, lost in pleasure as I licked every inch of her. Maybe she wanted this all along.
After a long, tiring make-out session, I sat against the wall. Emily turned to me and smiled softly:
“What’s wrong? Tired already?”
“Not tired, just exhausted,” I replied.
She moved closer, gently touching my cock.
“It’s so soft… first time I’ve touched one…”
“Aren’t you scared?”
“You just did the same thing to me and I wasn’t scared…”
She got used to it, gently squeezing and playing with it. It gradually hardened. The feeling of a girl’s hand on my cock was amazing. She flipped it around, squeezed my balls. My cock reached full hardness. I suggested:
“Want to taste it?”
Emily stared at it for about ten seconds, then changed position, laying her head between my legs. She stuck out her tongue and licked the head. Her playful tongue danced around my cockhead, occasionally flicking the slit, sending jolts of pleasure through me. After getting comfortable, she took it into her mouth. This time she used her tongue inside. I gently thrust my hips. She made a surprised sound — it was probably too big — and pulled back, breathing hard. She took a breath and tried again, holding the base firmly while bobbing her head. I grabbed her hair with one hand and gently pushed her head down, trying to get more in. Caught off guard, she dug her nails into me hard. She pulled off, coughing and tearing up, then bit the head lightly in revenge:
“Why are you so naughty? Let me do it myself.”
I laughed, satisfied. She became more careful, licking up and down the shaft. Every lick made my cock twitch, wanting to explode all over her innocent face. I said softly:
“Let me take control.”
Emily leaned against the wall. I stood slightly crouched, my cock pointing at her mouth. I gently thrust in, inch by inch — first a third, then half, until I managed to get most of it in. She pushed me away, coughing:
“Next time don’t shove it all in like that…”
I asked for one more try. My cock, now slick with her saliva, slid back into her mouth. I thrust faster and harder. This was what it felt like to fuck a mouth. I pumped continuously. Emily kept her eyes tightly shut, moaning around my cock. When I was close, I pulled out. It twitched, covered in her spit. Emily panted, amazed that something so big had fit in her mouth. I collapsed onto the bed, my cock softening. She lay beside me. Our warm bodies pressed together. At that moment, I just wanted to slide my cock into her wet pussy — which would mean taking her virginity. My hand moved down to her mound again…
Emily was exhausted and offered no resistance. She seemed to have dozed off. I was tired too and didn’t want to move, but my mind was racing with thoughts of sliding my cock into that pink, wet pussy. Every time I imagined filling her with my cum, my cock twitched and hardened again. I got out of bed, drank some water, then came back and looked at her bare shoulder glowing in the soft light. I couldn’t hold back anymore. The beast inside me took over. I told myself: Now or never.
I slipped under the blanket from the bottom. Emily’s eyes were still half-closed, dreamy. I gently spread her thighs. Her pussy opened up between her legs. With one hand on her thigh and the other guiding my cock, I rubbed the head up and down her slit. I coated my shaft with her juices and a little spit to make it easier. Just like in the porn videos — one good thrust and I’d be inside.
Emily suddenly woke up, panicked:
“Babe, what are you doing? Don’t… it’ll hurt… I can’t…”
“First time always hurts, then it feels good. Looking at you like this, I can’t hold back anymore,” I whispered.
She struggled, trying to kick me away. I pinned her thighs down. When she fought too hard, I thrust my hips forward hard, burying my entire cock deep inside her tight virgin pussy. Our pubic hairs pressed together. Emily screamed, clawing at my back as tears streamed down her face. I stayed buried inside her, feeling her walls clamp down like a vice — soft, warm, and pulsing around every inch of me. Her pussy juices slowly coated my shaft. We were completely joined. A rush of conquest surged through me — I had just taken the virginity of the girl I loved.
After a long struggle, Emily went limp, her body soft and trembling. Her tear-filled eyes looked at me with a mix of pain and disbelief. She probably couldn’t believe she had just been deflowered. I slowly pulled out. A deep, open hole remained where her tight slit used to be. Juices and a streak of blood coated my cock — her virgin blood. I gasped:
“Oh shit… blood!”
Hearing the word “blood,” Emily burst into loud sobs, crying like a child. I pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly and comforting her softly:
“It was going to happen sooner or later. You’re mine.”
“But I’m only 18… I wanted to save it for our wedding night,” she whimpered weakly.
I wiped her tears with my shirt, my heart aching at how vulnerable she looked.
“Down there hurts so much…”
“It won’t hurt next time. It’ll feel good.”
“There’s going to be a next time?”
“Well… yeah.”
Emily gradually stopped crying and lay back down. I went to the bathroom to clean the blood off my cock, then returned with a warm towel and gently wiped her pussy, her hole, and even her little asshole carefully. The feeling of burying myself inside her was unforgettable — pure ecstasy. I lay beside her, wrapped my arm around her waist, and we both drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, it was late afternoon. I got dressed first. Emily woke up a little later but stayed lying there, still processing what had happened. I approached her gently:
“Does it still hurt? Let me help you get dressed.”
“Get your dirty hands off me. I can do it myself,” she snapped.
I handed her the clothes and let her dress. Before putting on her panties, she reached down and touched her pussy, then looked at me:
“Now there’s a hole here. There wasn’t one before.”
After she finished dressing and sat up, I gave her some water. Her eyes were full of resentment. I took her hands:
“I’m really sorry.”
She turned her face away, pulled her hands back, and got out of bed. She could barely stand, walking in tiny, wobbly steps like a toddler learning to walk. I hadn’t expected it to hurt her that badly. I got the bike ready and helped her on. When she sat down hard — thud — her sore pussy hit the seat. She moaned in pain. I reached out to soothe her, but she slapped my hand away. Without a goodbye kiss, she rode off from my house…
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