© 2024 Janice James

“Tonight is all about you isn’t it?” She looked up at him, fresh-faced, bright-eyed, wantonly immaculate,
“What do you mean?”
“I know about girls your age, you all want to lose your virginity, you don’t want to go into the upper school as virgins,” Monica slowly half shrugged one shoulder, she was comfortable now, the blow job and the mouth full of cum were familiar and she felt at home with Charles, trusting,
“Sort of,” her smile was an admission. He slid further forward on the chair as she took off her blazer,
“Bring your cunt to me, sit on my face,” Her jaw dropped. No one had ever been so explicit to her,

“Don’t wait Monica, bring me your pussy,” she remembered the intense pleasure of Cerys on the couch, her tongue exploring and she tingled. She stood and put her feet either side of Charles on the chair, she lowered herself and her hand came to pull her knickers to the side, she felt his tongue. Virgin cunt. A taste of sour white wine and urine, raspberries and faint liquorice, utterly intoxicating. The idea that he was the first to taste her helped the Viagra do its job and he was hard again. She closed her eyes and pushed down on him.

For a minute she revelled in the pleasure of his mouth, his rough manly tongue then he challenged her,  

“Do it Monica, take your own virginity, use my cock,” He caught her hand and took it to his hard-on, “be in charge of your life Monica, fuck me,” she gripped his shaft, guided it through her labia to the entrance and she pushed. An inch.
“Oh Wow,” the penetration by a real human penis was a new, longed for sensation, another inch,

“Oh God” Charles watched enthralled as a virgin schoolgirl allowed his cock, her first cock, into her palace. She stopped, hesitated and he gloried in the moment. He was in the girl, in her cunt, but she was scared of full penetration, it was utterly delicious to observe. He could thrust, force it into her but no, he let her take her time, let her take his hardness into her vice-like cunt as she pleased. She pushed down and allowed him further, further still until, after long moments, he was buried. She had all of him and she rocked gently forward and then back. She beamed at him,

“We’re fucking!”

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Charlie let Monica be fully in charge of her first time and he enjoyed every second. Watching her discover the pleasures of rocking, grinding, lifting and pushing down, a live sex show for an audience of one. He unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra with no resistance, she was lost in her pleasure. Having cum so recently he knew he’d last and he smiled when she found the exact angle and motion to stimulate her clitoris.

The sensation was unique, a hard but yielding fleshy dildo filling her completely, her clit rubbing on his pubic bone, his fingers pinching her nipples. Adrenaline and pheromones pumping through her boy, her cunt. She understood now why people call it lovemaking. She felt a deep intimacy for Charlie, he was inside her physically and spiritually, he held her waist and allowed her to discover, she leaned forward and for the very first time, they kissed. As their tongues swam together she felt utterly connected to him, plugged in.
An ache formed in her abdomen, it moved slowly into her vulva, she broke from the kiss and her sounds became urgent and pleading. She ground and rocked and when she experienced her first vaginal climax she shouted his name. She froze, quivering, impaled on his manhood and she was a vision. The uniformed schoolgirl, sex flushed in her face and chest, her nipples like bullets, her pert tits rising and falling, slowing as she recovered, then finally still.

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