The Trashy Virgin(3)

"Oh sure," she breathed, still pressing the dishtowel to her breasts.  "Jason knows that, I think  …  um, that Ms. Smith was insistent, that's  all."

I grunted again, my instincts were obviously spot on. As an alpha male,  you can sense hungry females coming at you from miles away, and fuck,  I'd encountered Kim Smith a couple times in the past, that horny viper  wasn't shy letting me know she was available in any way that a man might  imagine.

But the Kim Smiths of the world were no comparison to Katy, no  comparison to the brunette's lushness, her innocence, the big brown eyes  that still stared at me.

"Put something on," I grunted again, heading to the dinette. "Don't parade your ass like that."

The girl blushed.

"Of course not, I was just going to take a shower," she murmured, biting her lip. "I'll just be a sec."

And I helped myself to a drink as Katy rustled around her room for a bit  before reappearing, dressed in a big fluffy pink robe. She shot me a  shy smile before ducking into the tiny bathroom, the water coming on  with a hiss, steam beginning to pour out into the main room of the  trailer.

And oh fuck, but it was getting hot. I shook my head like a dog in heat,  her presence surrounding me, seeping into my every pore. Even though I  have the G5 of double-wides, a top-of-the-line model, it's still no  mansion and when someone takes a long shower, it can get steamy in the  small space. Katy being a girl, was of course luxuriating in the water,  slowly soaping herself up, even singing a little as she enjoyed the  thorough scrub, and I swore silently. Shit. This fucking sucked. The  little girl could be a while, and I desperately needed to cool down,  beads of sweat were already popping out at my temples, a trail running  down the small of my back. So yeah, I yanked off my shirt, all hard  muscles and tan skin, and strode to the bedroom to hang it up.

Except walking past the bathroom, I noticed that the door wasn't closed all the way.

That was odd. Was the door jammed or broken for some reason? I was  pretty handy around the house and could easily fix it, resolving to take  a look as soon as Katy finished, except I heard a tiny moan then. What  the fuck?

I stepped nearer the bathroom, my feet turning as if magnetized and  despite warning bells going off in my head, peered into the crack. And  the sight knocked my socks off, made me go from rubber to iron in three  seconds flat. Because the little girl had one leg propped up against the  tiny shower stall and was holding her pussy lips open as she shaved her  cunt.         

     



 

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, but it was so beautiful to see. She was so  gorgeous, water flowing all over that curvy form, her huge breasts  bouncy, delicious, heaving a bit as she administered cream to her  private parts.

"Mmm," she moaned, eyes only half-open as her fingers ran through her  folds, lathering up, soaping herself. And I groaned as she parted those  lips, dragging the razor over the sensitive flesh, moaning slightly  again at the sensuous feel, strip after strip of that pink flesh  appearing beneath the white lather, wet, swollen, glistening and  delicious.

My heart literally stopped beating in my chest for a moment before  springing back to life, going about sixty miles an hour, dick so hard it  punched against my fly like a fucking jack in the box. It ached, hurt  so bad that I had to unzip, my pole springing out, all ten inches hard  and powerful, pulsing painfully at the sight of her.

Because Katy was still going at it. She propped her foot even higher on  the stall wall, baring that beautiful snatch fully and dragged the razor  through her folds again, taking every hair off her twat so that she was  bare as a baby, pink and steamy. And oh god, but as she pulled herself  open I could see right up her vagina, see those steaming pink walls, her  flesh so soft, so warm and swollen that my dick became a faucet,  dripping cum like a river.

Except suddenly I saw something that I never expected. Holy shit, could  it be? Katy had a hymen, her vaginal opening was covered by a thin piece  of tissue, so delicate, so beautiful that suddenly I knew all my  promises of not being that dirty old man were just lies. I had to taste  that hymen, I had to feel it on my dick, had to make her mine this first  time.

And without any hesitation, I pushed the door to the bathroom open then, dick in hand, body hard, eyes gleaming.

The brunette didn't notice at first, enjoying her personal time, another  moan shuddering through her body as she reached back and shaved a  hard-to-reach part, the angle of her wrist twisted and awkward given  that the stall was so small, so cramped.

So I offered to help.

"Baby," I growled deeply, fisting my dick in a vise. "Need a hand?"

And the girl's head snapped up to look at me, her brown eyes going wide  with shock as her breasts heaved, leg suddenly coming down, thighs  snapping shut.

"Brent!" she breathed, eyes wide, not moving under the hot water. "What- what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I rumbled deep in my chest, dick  growing bigger, pulsing under her gaze. Because the brunette's eyes had  leapt to my cock immediately, cheeks coloring, mouth opening as she took  in my massive size. Oh yeah, I'm ten inches and wide all around, there  have been a couple pussies that almost couldn't fit me, I'd had to screw  myself in, those small holes so tight, so swollen, the women screaming  with pleasure at the penetration.

And Katy's reaction was so arousing. Despite the shocked look on her  face, her nipples had grown hard, pebbled, jutting out straight at me,  begging to be kissed. And although I could no longer see that pussy, I  could see the unmistakable smear of cream on her thigh, and as I  watched, the juice dripped a little, a tiny rivulet running all the way  down to her knee.

"Baby," I growled again, my eyes hot on those curves. "Let me help you with that razor, I'm good with my hands."

The girl still stared at me, shocked, her boobies heaving up and down.  But something clicked in her brain then because she panted slightly,  relaxing a bit before opening the shower stall door.

"But Brent," she murmured, shooting me a glance, those brown eyes still innocent. "Isn't this wrong?"

I was on the opportunity in a flash, out of my clothes and in the stall  in a New York second. Fuck, it was so tiny in here that there was  practically no room to move, her breasts pressed against my chest  immediately, that pussy squooshed against my thigh like it had always  belonged there.

"Br-Brent," she stammered slightly, her warm breath on my neck. "Are you sure this is okay?"

And I stroked her then, running my big hands over her breasts, tweaking  each nipple, circling them with my thumbs, making her gasp, her cunt  creaming hotly against my leg.

"Of course it's okay," I ground out. "You're a woman now, eighteen, an  adult. It's time to share your body with a man  …  if you want."

And she paused for a moment. Oh god, I almost died, my heart going at a  million miles an hour, dick so hard it was going to break off. If she  said no, if she said wait, I was going to be a dead man, the blue balls  would kill me alone. Fuck, I'd kill myself if it came to that.

But fortunately, my best girl was warm, willing, and generous.

"Yes," she murmured against my throat again. "I want to try."

And I kissed her deep then, seizing that sweet pink pout with my lips, tracing the seam of her mouth with my tongue.

"Little girl, I promise you won't regret this," I rasped harshly against her lips. "I'll make you feel good."

She mewled against me, eyes closed, pushing her tits and cunt even more closely against me, grinding against me a bit.         

     



 

"I know you will," she breathed, moaning a bit as I pinched one nipple  hard. "But Mr. Larson, I have to ask one thing," she panted, drawing  back for a moment.

Again, I almost died. Oh fuck, if she asked for something like "only  kissing" or "only petting," I was going to fucking die, my dick was  going to shrivel up and crack off, it needed that pink pussy so bad.

But instead, my little girl shot me a shy smile. She looked at me, eyes  wide, begging, and asked, "Promise you'll put it in bare, okay?"

I was stock still, every nerve in my body singing. No condom? No nothing? Was she fucking kidding me?

"Honey, are you sure?" I rasped against her lips, her chin. "Because  you're eighteen and fertile, you know what happens when a virile man  comes in you."

And she gasped but nodded once more, her lips tracing the line of my jaw.

"I know," she whispered against my skin. "But it's my first time and I want to feel you in me, just you with no condom."

And I lost it then, if I'd been hard before, I was a fucking diamond  now, my dick tip dripping in a continuous stream, the semen melting  against her soft tummy, running down her leg.

"Baby," I growled. "I'm gonna give it to you so good, you're gonna  scream my name over and over again, beg me for more once it's done."