That night, Emily didn’t reply to any of my messages. I knew she was really angry. The next day she skipped school, which made me extremely worried. I didn’t know if she was in too much pain or just didn’t want to face me. After morning classes, I asked the teacher for the afternoon off and went straight to her house. I needed to fix this so things wouldn’t be awkward between us.
Early afternoon, I arrived at Emily’s. From the gate, the house looked empty, but it wasn’t locked, so I was pretty sure she was home alone. I had been inside before. I quietly opened the gate, parked my bike, and slipped into the house. Her room was on the second floor. I crept up the stairs, listening for any sound. When I reached her door, I hesitated for a second, then knocked politely.
“Come in, it’s not locked,” she called from inside.
I pushed the door open. Emily was sitting on the bed, back against the wall. She glanced at me, then looked back down at her phone. I walked closer. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra — her hard nipples poked visibly against her thin shirt.
“Are you still mad at me?” I asked.
“I’m just tired today, that’s why I stayed home.”
“Really?”
“You don’t believe me? Come sit with me.”
I climbed onto the bed and lifted the blanket to sit beside her — only to see she was completely naked from the waist down. Her thick black bush trailed down between her legs. It surprised me, but I sat down anyway. Emily kept scrolling on her phone, ignoring me. I placed my hand on her mound and asked softly:
“Does it still hurt here?”
She said nothing, eyes fixed on the screen. I gently stroked her soft black pubic hair. Suddenly, she spread her legs wide. I understood immediately and slid my hand lower, rubbing her soft pussy lips. She went from dry to soaking wet in moments. My fingers felt her growing slicker, juices flowing freely. Emily put her phone down, sat up fully, and whispered:
“It’s yours, so why are you hesitating?”
I pulled my hand back for a moment, staring at her innocent face. She turned toward me. We sat face-to-face, eyes locked. The air between us grew thick with tension. Neither of us spoke. I knew she loved me deeply, but she was still upset. I lowered my head. The blanket had slipped, revealing her glistening pussy. She noticed where I was looking and snapped:
“Hey! My eyes are up here…”
I looked up at her face. She didn’t seem truly angry.
“Still mad?” I asked again.
“No… not really. But it feels so strange. After I got home that night, I kept craving what we did. I kept craving that full feeling down there… I tried touching myself, but my fingers aren’t enough.”
Her voice grew small and shy. I realized what she needed — my cock filling her completely. Emily leaned back against the wall and spread her legs wide in front of me, shamelessly showing off her pink, hairy pussy. I couldn’t hold back. I stripped quickly. She slid down, pulled off her shirt, and lay completely naked before me without a trace of embarrassment. I crawled between her legs, licking her dripping pussy, pushing my tongue as deep as I could. Emily moaned softly, “Ah… ah…”
Her juices and my saliva acted as perfect lube. Not wanting to make her wait, I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed inside.
I held the base, spreading her lips wide with my other hand, and thrust forward. My cock parted her tight walls inch by inch. Emily moaned loudly. I started fucking her with steady, deep strokes — not too fast, but powerful. The wet slap-slap sounds filled the room along with her cute “Oh… oh…” moans. The wetter she got, the smoother my cock slid. Her pussy still gripped me tightly. I held her waist, occasionally reaching up to squeeze her bouncing breasts. Emily had given herself to me completely. I was fucking her — an 18-year-old girl with the tightest, wettest pussy. The pleasure was overwhelming.
After a while, I was close to cumming. I really wanted to fill her pussy. She lay there with her eyes closed, lost in sensation, her juices dripping down to her asshole. I decided to cum inside her. I thrust hard a few more times, making her moan loudly. My balls tightened. Spurt… Spurt. My cock pulsed violently as I pumped thick ropes of hot cum deep into her womb. I didn’t pull out right away. Emily must have felt the warm flood inside her…
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