Christine’s First Time(s) – Part 3 [MF, Chubby, “Virgin”, Non-Fiction]

Christine’s First Time(s) – Part 3 [MF, Chubby, “Virgin”, Non-Fiction]

Christine sat naked before me, on the small dinner table, looking down at me.

She was shaking.

She hadn’t admitted it outright, but I was quite sure this was the first time anyone’s lips were going to be touching her lower set. I half wondered if she’d even been kissed on the top set. I had not expected such an innocent when I first started talking to her. But it was, nice, and I meant her no actual harm.

*

I reach down and grabbed her ankles first.

I lifted her blue shoes up and sat them on my legs, turning her toes slightly outward, so the space between each heel and toe basically cupped each of my thighs.

That spread her open before me. Her legs first and and I watched a little further up and saw some of her wetness stretch like webbing across her plump little pussy lips as they too parted for me.

I looked up further still and saw her bitting her own lip. I don’t know if she meant to, but it was sexy as all hell.

I started running my hands up and down her legs, from the bare ankles, up over her knees, onto her thighs, then then back down again.

They were smooth as silk, she must have shaved them right before coming to see me, cause they were perfect, and I appreciated the effort she made for me. Her pussy lips looked like they would be just as soft, and I would get to those soon.

I let my thumbs slide down now to the insides of her legs, so as I worked my way up and down I tickled the softness inside of her thighs.

I worked my hands higher each time, and I went slow and deliberate and soft. I could see her chest beating in time with my movements. Her heaving breasts bounced ever so slightly and were beautiful.

My hands were now running up over her hips at the top of their journey, which meant my finger tips were dangerously near the bottom of her vulva.

I let them linger there, just on her lips, just pressed against the bottom ever so slightly now. For a second or two at a time, before I cruelly removed them.

I enjoyed the slow torture, and I think she enjoyed every second of the new sensations.

I knew she’d touched herself many times, but I knew how much different it was to have someone else doing it for you. And now I’d do something I knew she couldn’t do for herself.

*

I rested my hands on her knees, and pushed them apart, opening her up that little bit more than she had been. I smiled, then I started to lick where my fingers had been tracing.

I started with one of her ankles. I let my tongue circle the bone, then I pressed the flat of my tongue against her flesh and started to paint my way up her calf, the inside now, no pretence I wasn’t going to go right up to her pussy. But slowly, slowly I let it work its way up, past her knee, and finally up between her thighs…

When I got to her pussy lips I gave one slow lick across them before descending down the other side.

She almost jumped off the fucking table when I touched her pussy with my tongue that first time.

She gasped and I could only imagine how hard she must have bit her lip at that moment.

I pushed her knees down hard to steady her.

And I didn’t waste time or my energy anymore. My tongue didn’t go past her knee, I just turned my course back to her pussy when I was a couple of inches away from it. And I slid my tongue back up and over, then repeat, and repeat. I painted mainly her inner thighs with my tongue, picking up a bit of her pussy juice each time I went past the source. And each time I let my tongue press a little bit deeper into her hole.

And every time I did that I felt a shake run right through her body.

I enjoyed it, all of it. The sounds she made, the taste of her, the feeling of her soft skin, and the extra soft skin of her pussy lips. It was intoxicating really, and what really got me was I knew wherever I wanted to take this with her, it would go.

*

So I pulled my face away and sat back in my chair, I smiled up at her and licked my lips.

She looked down at me almost with a pout, but I think she knew better than to risk that.

I waited, but she was good, she did not speak.

I said, “Christine, you taste so much better than I imagined.”

She beamed.

I continued, “Now, I’d like to know what you’d like next…”

And as I let the words linger, I reached down and undid my belt, then the button on my jeans.

I watched her eyes almost shoot out of her head as I unzipped my jeans and opened them. I reached into my boxers through the hole in the front and pulled my stiff cock out through the hole. My balls strained against the bottom of my jeans, and my cock flapped full against me, all it’s rock hard glory.

Her eyes were fixed on it.

I smiled, though I’m sure she didn’t even notice.

I said, “Is this the first cock you’ve ever seen Christine? In the flesh I mean…”

Her face went red. I couldn’t tell if it was from the question or the fact I started gently stroking myself as she watched.

I said, “Well is it?”

She said, “No sir.”

And again I was a bit surprised, but really, the discovery with her was going to be half the fun.

*

“In that case… well two things…”

She sat, obediently waiting as I let my hand run in slow strokes up and down my entire length. Really putting on a show for her more than actually delivering pleasure to myself, though really, those things were pretty tangled.

“Do you want to touch yourself while I do this?”

She said, “My god yes.”

“And is that what you most want right now Christine?”

She paused, “I… what are my options, sir?”

I smiled, I liked where her mind was headed, and I guess we’d had enough fantasy role play that this real life kind already did have a script she could run from. But it was fun…

“If you want something, beg me for it Christine… right… now!”

I watched her lips quiver as she said, “Please sir, I want, I want you to fuck me…”

I smiled, but there was no fucking way I was jumping right to that with this virgin. She was going to earn that. And I was going to let her know.

“No… that would be your first time wouldn’t it?”

I could tell she wanted to look away, and she didn’t want to answer, but she did, “Yes sir.”

I stared her in the eyes and reassured her, “Well, if you’re a good girl Christine, I will take your virginity.”

She beamed again.

“But first you’re going to have to earn it… now what else do you want right now?”

I licked my lips obviously, I knew what she’d ask for if I did, and she didn’t disappoint.

“I, I want you to, please please lick me some more sir?”

I shook my head, “Oh you have to be a bit more specific Christine.”

“Please lick my pussy sir?”

I laughed and stroked my cock a bit faster, “You need to be more explicit.”

“Please lick my wet pussy sir, I need it, I want to cum for you.”

I stared her in the eyes and wondered how far to push her, “Call it a cunt, and ask again.”

She flinched, but she did as she was told.

“Please lick my dirty cunt sir? Please, my cunt needs you… this… this dirty cunt needs you to lick her cunt sir.”

And she took it one step further than I’d asked, and by god I knew she was the perfect play thing for me.

But part of the control I needed to maintain was over myself.

I said “No, but you can rub that little cunt if you want while you watch me stroke my cock for you.”

*

Her hands were a blur in no time, one set of fingers holding her lips apart and another set rubbing frantically on her clit.

She seemed to cum almost immediately.

And right as she did I sprung forward in my chair and drove my tongue deep up into the juicy little cunt. I gave her what she wanted after all, but not after I’m sure she thought I wouldn’t.

I penetrated her pussy for the first time really, and my tongue fucked her good past orgasm and into the next.

I let my tongue run up over her clit and sucked it, I worked my fingers into her proper now, and again, knowing the entire time this was all virgin ground.

And she was so innocent and new it was easy. It didn’t take much to roll her from orgasm to orgasm.

I felt her pussy convulse around my fingers. I felt her thrust her crotch up into my face to try to mash her clit even harder against me.

Her fingers tangled in my hair and guided my head, my face, my mouth though really they had no impact on me at all. Their presence just let me know I was having the impact I hoped.

She did taste good. I hadn’t been lying. My tongue nestled nicely between her lower lips, and for half a second I was tempted to just stand up and thrust my cock into her full and deep now. To make her earlier wish come true, but control, I needed control over her and me for this to go the lengths I hoped it would.

I heard her begging me to let her cum. Calling herself a “cunt” and a “whore” and a “slut” – which were dirtier then even I would have pushed her too.

I didn’t answer her, but my cock flexed each time I heard her call me sir.

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