I’d never held anything so slender, not since high school days anyway. She was slight, fragile almost, and I don’t know, something inside of me just opened up a tiny crack and let her in. I’d sensed her innocence, her trauma even before she hinted at it.
There was something about her, something broken almost, and I think it was that something that called out to me. I removed her clothes slowly that day, gently and with more care than I think I’ve ever shown. Each piece of clothing removed gained her a kiss on the spot revealed.
By the time she was naked before me, my hunger for her had outgrown anything I’d ever known. I’d hurried out of my clothes but reminded myself at the very last minute to always take care of a lady first.
So as hungry as I was and as eager to get inside her, I’d taken my time, making my way down her body with my fingers and lips, relishing the way she hissed and flinched away ticklishly when I reached her thighs.
Her pussy had had a sweet scent, like dew, and her taste, so divine, almost otherworldly. As someone who’d eaten my fair share of pussy I have a unique palette, and I must say that her ambrosia is tops bar none.
I found out why when my tongue met resistance. She had a hymen and a strong one at that. To say that I was overjoyed is an understatement. I was overcome as well with an insane feeling of possessiveness. I didn’t ask her out loud if she was a virgin; I wanted to feel it for myself. I wanted the now-expected surprise of feeling her virginity being torn at the end of my cock.
And it was glorious. I’d made sure to look into her eyes as I breached her. Made sure to hold her carefully, tenderly as I thrust the last few inches of my cock into her, as far as it would go anyway. I think that first time she was only able to take six or seven inches of my cockmeat, which was harder than I’d ever seen him.
The steel rod stiffness is what had allowed me to deep stroke her without bending with more than half my cock still outside her. Visions of breaking her in, of penetrating her pussy to the fullest had almost sent me over the edge, and I’d had to concentrate really hard not to go too far too soon.
It would’ve been easy to lose control to fuck through that tightness into her sweet depths, but the gift she had given me held me in reverence, and so I was able to control myself for her sake, but barely.
I’d cleaned her up after only then realizing that I’d cum in her without protection and hadn’t asked if she was on any. Then I got the most twisted idea yet and didn’t bring it up. I didn’t have to worry about disease because she’d been untouched, so the only thing left was pregnancy.
That’s where things became twisted, or I did rather. Having only known her for a little over a week, I’d somehow got it in my head that she was the one, the keeper that I hadn’t known I’d been waiting for. And by the end of the day, when I took her home to her place to take care of her, I’d pretty much come to a realization.
I want this girl to be the mother of my child. I want to start over anew; I want to fix all the things I did wrong in the past. I thought of all the things I’d missed because, in all fairness, I was too focused on the business side of things. I’d wanted to make a life for my wife and children if we had any more with thoughts of relaxing when they were older and reaping the benefits of my hard labor.
I know now that I went about things the wrong way. I’d put too much trust in Susan to hold down the fort, to take care of things on the home front while I brought home the bacon. Not that I neglected my daughter, far from it. But I see now that I hadn’t been there enough, and her mother, instead of nurturing, had turned the kid into a replica of herself, something I hadn’t recognized until it was too late.
I had no interest in starting over. My kid was out of college, and as bad as she’d been as a teen, she was an adult now and totally out of my control. But that day as I looked at Jenna as I gave her a bath to help ease the sting between her thighs, my mind went to making babies with her, latched onto the idea, and have been stuck ever since.