“Yes!” she exclaims in a mixture of shock, pain, and delight. Holy shit, she’s tight! I hold still for a moment to stave off my orgasm. I feel like a prepubescent teenage boy, but I can’t help it. Any man with his cock squeezed this hard by a ripe and curvy virgin would find himself on the edge.
“Again,” she pleads. “Fuck me!” There’s no holding back now. I pull my cock out slightly and feeling the suction of tight cunt brings me close again – this chick is gonna have me squirting like a fourteen year old boy. I work past it and start pounding her, pressing my cock up into her pelvis to rub her g-spot with the head. I need her to join me in my orgasm soon.
“Oh god, Jordan!” she screams, pulling at my shirt in passionate desperation. I watch with satisfaction as my thrusts make her tits bounce and I grab one with my free hand, squeezing it and licking the nipple. Katie moans in response, spreading her legs wider, allowing me to go even deeper. My balls swing against her ass cheeks.
“Keep going, keep going, keep going,” she moans, making me wild as I drill her harder. “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams with each thrust. And suddenly, I feel her pussy start to contract around my hardness, squeezing like a fist and bringing me even closer.
“Oh shit,” I growl, as Katie closes her eyes on the brink of ecstasy. “I’m gonna come, Katie.”
But she’s already losing it – the girl screams in rapture as her cunt clenches tight around my cock. A stream of warm wet fluid gushes all over my iron fuckpole as her pussy snaps and clamps.
“Mr. Marks!” she squeals. “Oh god, Jordan!”
My name on her lips forces me over the edge, and with a sudden rush, my cock jerks and then pulses inside her creaming pussy, shooting load after load into her wet depths. Virile semen sprays her pink channel as that tight twat milks me for everything I’ve got.
“Oh yeah,” I groan into her neck. “FUCK!”
I pump gallons into that fertile cunt, the girl moaning and creaming beneath me. There’s so much jizz that it literally flows out between our bodies, making everything wet and sticky. But no matter. This is the kind of sex that I crave: hot, wet and messy.
For a minute we hold on tight to each other, out of breath while waiting for our heartbeats to slow. Below us the game is still going on, and it’s clear from the raucous cheering that no one’s missed us yet. If they knew that an older donor was pounding a young female student on the roof of a building at this very moment, there would be scandal. But I don’t care. I grin down at my beautiful girl, still out of breath.
“Are you okay?” I ask her. She nods, suddenly shy again.
“That – that was amazing,” is her whisper. I kiss her briefly and then pull the length of my cock, glistening and still hard, out of the warm suction of her swollen pussy. Looking down, I see there’s some blood on the tiles below us – it’s been years since I took a virgin and I forgot about this part. But I don’t mind in the slightest. A man who is intimidated by blood, especially the blood of a girl whose virginity he just took, is no man at all.
Gently, I bend my head and press a kiss to her swollen folds, making the woman gasp.
“Jordan!” she whispers in shock.
Another grin laces my face.
“Sweetheart, that’s just the beginning,” I rasp. “I’m gonna make you feel so good from here on out. But we can’t do it now. Come on, baby, let’s get up and get straightened out. People are gonna start noticing.”
And quickly, we stand, adjusting our clothes. I watch Katie as she covers back up her huge, milky tits and wonder at the pull I feel towards her. That doesn’t usually happen. Usually, after release, I prefer just to either go to sleep or leave. Instead, why do I feel the urge to gather her in my arms? Take her home with me? Watch her take a bath? Cook her one of my signature dishes? I’m a good cook, but it’s a bit of a secret. I never cook for any woman because it’s way too intimate. So why do I have the urge to do it for Katie? Why do I want to take care of her, and make sure she’s okay?
“We better get back to the game,” she says sweetly, and I find myself smiling at her. While tucking a stray curl behind one ear, my palm caresses that soft cheek. She looks surprised but smiles back at me, the sun glinting off her hair.
We head back downstairs and don’t say much. Katie seems to be deep in thought – every once in a while she throws me a shy glance over her shoulder, and then blushes. But no matter. She was a virgin, and an incredible thing happened just now. It’s natural to be a little unsure. Besides, I wish I had more time with her. I wish I was alone with this beautiful girl somewhere on a tropical island, with a warm breeze and a week to explore every inch of that gorgeous body. I wish I could spirit her away from this damned lacrosse game and the roaring crowd.