Imagine Becky’s perfect body. It was hovering inches from mine, with soft, slightly tanned skin glistening in the shadows, while firm young, supple breasts brushed against my cheeks. Her narrow waist hovered above my erect penis and I was lost to her as she locked those deep brown eyes with mine. She smiled like she owned me. This innocent girl half my age, this sexy woman, this princess, this queen. She was a Goddess and I belonged to her.
Becky lowered herself slowly, her attention now fixed to my erection as she moved it into position. I held my breath for a moment, bracing for an anticipated pain of penetration. My throbbing penis looked giant against the soft, small hand around its thick girth, far too big for tight little vagina above. I’d never been this big, this hard. My grip tightened on her soft, fleshy buttocks as her chest pressed against my face. She stroked my shaft again, and gently prised her labia open with the head of my cock, just a crack, just enough for her moistness to spread down over the head. She tickled herself another two or three times like that, the soft wet lips of her pussy edging over the head of my cock until I couldn’t take it any longer. My eyes met hers as I arched my hips and entered.
There was no pain. Her arms wrapped around my neck as her moist canal slowly drew in my penis. Our bodies gently spasmed in a shared exaltation of pleasure. When I was half way deep, she pulled up a little and I heard an almost silent gasp as her reddened cheeks puffed out and her eyes blinked open in a silent plea of apprehension. “It’s so big”, she moaned, before biting her bottom lip and pushing herself down further. Once my cock was fully enveloped, we were still for a moment, both focused on the sensation of the throbs of my cock pulsating tight against her tight vagina, the warm flesh filling her completely. My lips found her neck as her hand tugged at my hair. She lifted herself up as I pulled down, and another jolt went through our bodies as they found their rhythm together.
It was her smell, the sight of her breasts, the energy I felt in her hands, the moans that grew louder as we fucked and, most of all, her body riding up and down my shaft as her vulva accepted my girth, but I was struggling to last. When she convulsed in orgasm and I felt her pussy spasm, I lost all control. The first ejaculation was the hardest, a jet of thick cum erupting out of me like a pent up volcano, quickly followed by a second. She screamed, her hands digging in to my shoulders as she rode my body, before a third squirt of semen pulsed out of me. Our bodies slowed and she came to a rest, as a fourth gentle jet of cum shot out.
She went to the bathroom as I slipped off the cum filled condom. My senses had returned when I had cum, rational thoughts sweeping back into my brain. Soon she appeared at the door, and I looked up at her young naked body, her bedraggled hair framing her angelic face, and her soft sweet brown eyes. I felt guilt wash over me. She was so much younger than me, so pure, so innocent. “Should I have done that?” I thought. Then I saw her smile… that same put she had had before. “You’re mine now” she whispered with a sly grin, as she crawled onto the bed to embrace. I was silent.
I went to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. “You’re a bad fucking man, Pete, a bad fucking man”. An irrational anger crept into my head. “She made me do this. It’s her fault for being so willing, so sexy…” I kept thinking of her eyes, and the power they had over me, and the way she had jiggled her breasts knowing she’d make me horny. “Fucks’ sake! Fucking hell!” “And I’m hers now am I? Hell!”. I splashed water over my face, taking big breaths to compose myself. What could I do? Tell her to leave? It was too late for that, and I couldn’t throw a young girl out on the street just to assuage my own guilt. I must have stared at that mirror for ten minutes at least.
I walked back to the room. She had crawled under the duvet, her eyes closed as her chest heaved under the fabric. I stood there staring, my eyes drawn to the outline of her body under the fabric, her breasts, and to her slightly parted red lips. My dick began to stiffen as I watched her. Despite my feeling of anger, of shame, of being used, she was undeniably beautiful, the most beautiful girl I’d ever had. “I’ve done it once”, I thought, “it’d make no difference to do it again.” I reached down and took my cock, tugging at it slowly, feeling it harden beneath my grip. I found another condom in her bag and pulled it on as I let the animal lust consume my body. I crawled like a panther onto the bed. She stirred as I removed the duvet from her body, her sleepy eyes opening to the feeling of my hard again penis pressed between her legs. She looked at me, this time, with a smile of endearing surprise. “You’re mine now.” I whispered.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7e3i3w/meeting_becky_part_4_mf
Nice job Pete.