The Trashy Virgin: A Menage Romance

“Oh Mr. Larson!” she cried out. “Oh Daddy!”

I’m not sure where this “Daddy” stuff was coming from, but it sounded good on her lips, spurring me on, making me grow harder. Taking another long lap at her pussy, I pulled her apart to run my tongue up once side of her labia, then the other, before focusing on her clit, alternately licking and sucking the sensitive nub.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, tossing her hair back, those big boobies heaving, almost hitting my head they were so huge. “Oh oh oh!”

And it was tasty, so fucking good I almost lost it and spewed my sperm right there on the floor of the shower stall. But it was too early and I forced myself to back down, to exercise the utmost control because I hadn’t gotten what I wanted yet. And that was her hymen. I wanted to run my tongue against the evidence of her virginity, that thin piece of tissue that proved she was untouched, nubile, and innocent.

So I pulled her folds apart once more, the warm heat of her cunt wafting against my face, and murmured, “I’m gonna eat your puss now honey, it’s gonna feel good, I promise,” and with that, plunged my tongue up her tiny hole. She convulsed once, twice, around me, helpless in her ecstasy, nectar running down my throat, almost pushing me loose, but I’d found what I was looking for. Oh yeah, my tongue bumped up against the rubbery barrier, feeling the vibrations of her orgasm as the tissue shivered, and fuck, it was so delectable, so amazing that I only wanted more. So as Katy shook and screamed, I kept tonguing her hymen, licking it, burying myself so deeply into her snatch that I was doing a face-plant, cream leaking all over my chin and cheeks, sliding down my throat, the best stuff on Earth.

And after it was over, her pussy spasms subsided, turning into slight twitches instead of full-body tremors, body weak and limp all over, nectar so sweet on my tongue, cunt loose enough so that I could push a finger in.

“That’s right,” I grunted as Katy squealed above me. It was the first time she’d been fingered, she’d never been breached save for my tongue moments ago. “That’s right,” I groaned again, “This pussy’s gotta be stretched out for my dick, you’re too tight otherwise.”

And the brunette mewled above me, panting, gasping, her folds swollen and slick as my finger went in and out. Fuck, she was so tiny and it was going to feel so good, but I couldn’t push in her without preparation, she’d tear and hurt otherwise, walk around limping for the next few days. So I was patient, stretching her out, rubbing and stirring my finger within the hot channel.

“Relax, little girl,” I rasped, that pinkness just inches from my face. “Because I’m gonna slide another one in.”

And true to my promise, I angled another finger to join the first, pushing two digits up that sweet hole, sliding in and out smoothly before scissoring them, circling to loosen that swollen flesh.

“Oh!” she screamed. “Oh god!” she shrieked, slapping her hands against the stall walls for balance.

And feeling her pussy loosen and cream a bit, gush wetly against my hand told me that she was ready. I kissed her clit once more, lightly nipping at the sensitive nub, making her squeal once more, but then stood, wetly pulling my hand out with an obscene sucking sound.

“That’s how much you want it, baby,” I murmured against her lips, pulling one of those thick thighs around my waist so that her snatch was flush up against my dick. “Did you hear that sound? Your cunt was so sad to see me go that it tried to suck me back in.”

And the girl just mewled against me, wrapping her hands around my neck, stroking my broad shoulders, my muscled back.

“Please Mr. Larson,” she panted, “take me now. I need it so bad.”

And I was only too happy to do the honors. Gripping my dickhead in hand, I ran it up her slick folds, nudging that swollen flesh, massaging the underside of her clit.

“Ready?” I rasped into her ear. “Ready for Daddy to take you?”

But I didn’t wait because in the next instant, I’d fucked into her good. With one sweet stroke I broke through the thin piece of tissue inside, embedding myself within that sweet, hot cunt, and fuck, but the girl cried out loud then, her moan ringing like a siren inside the tiny bathroom.

“Ohhhh fuuuuuck,” she cried, throwing her head back, eyes closed, as her pussy sampled its first dick. “Oh god, it hurts.”

I kissed her then, taking her mouth with mine gently, running my tongue between her lips, soothing the pain, the hurt.

“I know honey, I know,” I rumbled, “but it’ll feel good soon, I promise.”