Hard Hitter

“Wh—why?” I whisper back. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, no, no, no,” he says quickly. “Martha. She told me you were a virgin.”

“That bitch,” I mutter.

“No,” he says quickly, making me look directly into his eyes. “I like that. I love it.”

“You…you do?” I ask, confused. Don’t guys hate that? Don’t they want girls with experience? Who knew how to give blowjobs and stuff like that?

“Yes.” He smiles. “Because I can make you mine, Emma. All mine.”

Our lips meet again, and my whole world seems to sparkle. His hand tightens on my breast and his other slides between my legs, which eagerly part for him. The feelings I’ve been trying so hard not to admit I’ve been feeling come spilling out of me when he touches me there, and I give myself over to him.

Why fight it? It’s what I want. He is what I want.

9

Jay

I’m about to bust in my pants with this girl!

I hadn’t realized just how badly I wanted Emma until this very moment. I mean – I knew I wanted her, but I didn’t know my cock was going to throb between my legs like I was back in high school with my first boner. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to get five pumps in her before blowing my load.

Her soft thighs open for me as I slide my hand up her legs. She’s wearing a skirt, but the kind an art major would wear, made out of linen or something with a star and moon pattern all over it. But it’s not what she’s wearing that I’m concerned with; it’s what she’s not wearing.

Panties.

My finger is greeted by her wetness and I waste no time sliding inside her. She gasps and I cradle her head against my neck as I start to pleasure her. She’s unbelievably tight. How am I going to even get inside her?

“No panties,” I whisper. “You bad girl.”

“Don’t you know?” she pants as I find her spot and apply pressure. “We art girls are naughty bitches.”

“Hah!” I laugh as I push her down on the bench seat beneath me and lift her skirt up over her hips. She’s not shaved, but she’s not hairy either; she’s lightly trimmed, and when I get a look at her little pink peach, I’m overwhelmed by the urge to press my tongue against her and lick until she screams my name. But my lust to taste her is overwhelmed by ano

ther lust.

“I need to be inside you,” I tell her.

“I—”

“I’ve never needed anything more in my life.” And I mean that. Reaching down, I unbuckle my pants and pull my cock out and set it on her leg. Her eyes go wide when she sees it.

The boys on the team joke that it’s my other bat, and they’re right to. My cock’s just about as thick as a baseball bat at its thinnest part on the handle, and clocks in at just over nine inches long. It’s a lot for any girl to take, but for Emma, who’s never seen a cock before, it’s going to be like getting into a fighter jet for your first time flying.

“That…” she whispers. “What is that?”

She reaches out slowly and touches it as if to make sure it’s real.

“That’s for you,” I tell her, watching her eyes as she takes it all in. And then she’s going to take it all in.

“All of it?” she giggles.

“Unless you want to share with your roommate,” I tease, drawing a slap on the shoulder. “I’m kidding. I only have eyes for you, Emma.”

I tug my pants down and maneuver myself on top of her. Her eyes go wide and she puts her hands against my hips.

“Don’t—don’t you want me to like…give you head or something first?”