The Trashy Virgin(9)

"Hi," Katy said breathlessly, turning to look at me with a smile, her pink lips so tantalizing, so gorgeous.         

     



 

My dick turned to iron. How the fuck did this happen? The girl hadn't  said anything more than "hi," yet I was on my knees already, ready to do  her bidding, give her the moon, jump as high as she wanted. Struggling  to stay in control, I shot her a deceptively easy smile.

"Hey yourself," I rumbled, leaning a hip against the kitchenette,  crossing my arms over my chest. The movement made my t-shirt pull across  my broad chest, muscled arms bulging as they folded, strong, assertive,  and masculine. And Katy's indrawn breath, the way her breasts rose,  pupils dilating told me everything I needed to know. The brunette wanted  me as badly as I wanted her, and more than that, she was already hot,  mere seconds into seeing me, her body preparing itself to harbor a man,  taste a man's dick, nestle him deep in her folds.

There was no point in beating around the bush.

"Good to go, baby girl?" I rumbled, arching an eyebrow at her.

She flushed because there was no mistaking what I was asking. I wasn't  getting ready to eat a snack or talk about our days, I was inviting her  to get naked and explore each other's bodies. I half-expected her to  dawdle, to make some excuse, but instead the brunette took a deep  breath, those huge tits lifting, and looked me straight in the eye.

"Your room or mine?" she asked, her tone direct even though her body was soft, wobbly, inviting.

And I chuckled deep in my chest.

"Mine, baby girl," I rumbled. "Let's do it in mine because I have a  reinforced bed frame  …  which is perfect for what I want to do to you."

She gasped immediately, cheeks growing even more heated, the flush  spreading down to her chest, nips poking at me like rocks through her  t-shirt. Oh god, what was it with girls' t-shirts? Men's t-shirts are  often loose and have an actual "T" shape but the women's cut she wore  hugged every curve, the fabric stretched tight over her breasts, nipples  jutting out proudly, emphasizing that tiny waist. Fuck, even the sight  of my girl in a t-shirt was enough to blow the top of my head off, make  me salivate and thrum like a sports car ready to race.

So she followed me into my bedroom, shutting the door quietly before  sauntering to the wooden headboard. Oh yeah, I'd made this bed in  woodshop with my bare hands, carefully hewing the logs, sanding them  down, connecting them with special joists, unique hinges that could  handle my massive weight, handle both of us if we went at it hard,  bouncing up and down. And reading my mind, she shot me a coy smile.

"Did you have us in mind when you made this bed?" she breathed sweetly,  flirtatiously, those brown eyes warm, pools of chocolate I could melt  into. "Did you think of me?"

My dick popped out full force then, painful against the tight denim.

"Fuck yes," I ground out hoarsely. "I've dreamed of this day baby girl, and I can't believe it's finally here."

Katy's eyes flashed then, filled with emotion, with longing, with need.

"I know, Jason, I know," she murmured, coming to stand in front of me,  one small hand trailing down my chest before draping softly around my  neck. Oh god, it felt so good to be this close to her, I wasn't sure I'd  ever invaded her personal space before, and the heat rolled off that  curvy form in waves, making my big body hum in her presence, harden and  stiffen with need, my dick brushing against her soft tummy. But before  we began, I put both hands on her shoulders, heavy, commanding, and  rumbled deep in my chest.

"Baby, I'm dying for you but I have to know," I started. "What did you do with Brent yesterday?"

Katy gasped immediately, stepping back, eyes wide and shocked.

"Wh-why?" she stammered. "Why do you have to know? It's private, it's between me and him. Besides, what good is it going to do?"

I shook my head miserably, body aching but mind whirling.

"Honey, I heard you in the shower yesterday and it was clear you were  having a good time. I have to know," I rasped again. "Because I want to  be even better."

She shook her head vehemently again, boobs bobbling.

"No Jason," she said, placing her small hand on my chest again. Oh god,  it was so tiny and white, and that one touch made my body sizzle, turned  me into a caveman. But she continued, undeterred. "You don't have to be  better Jason, there's no better, there's only different. You're two  different people, I would never compare you and Brent."

But I was stubborn.

"Honey," I ground out, "I know you want to be fair, that you're not  comparing but there's a masculine part of me that's always in  competition. I have to know what he did to you, I want to do better, I'm  gonna make it better for you," I said fiercely. "Trust me, it's a  competition between alphas, you'd never understand."

And she shook her head again.

"But this isn't the wild where males fight each other for the right to  mate a woman. I'm here, I'm willing, I want you," she breathed, leaning  in close. "Please, let this go, it's not good for you, it's not good for  us."         

     



 

But I'm a stubborn mofo, so I didn't give up. Instead I tried to worm information out of her, going at it indirectly.

"Tell me how you started," I cajoled. "What did you do in the shower?"

And Katy closed her eyes for a moment, in frustration and doubt, shaking her head mutely.

"You think you know what you're doing," she admonished softly, her big  brown eyes pleading with me. "But it's not going to help to know. Trust  me, it's going to do no good. But if you have to know, I was shaving my  pussy when he came in."

Blood surged to my groin then because fuck, Katy shaved her pussy? I'd  pictured that sweet snatch so many times but never in my wildest dreams  did I think that she kept herself bare as a baby, sweet and nubile,  those folds soft and creamy.

"What is it Jase?" she asked softly, reading my mind. "You think I don't do any personal grooming?" she teased lightly.

Dark streaks appeared against my cheekbones, my jaw tight, breathing ragged.

"Baby girl," I rasped, my eyes hungry on her form. "I'm happy with  however you are, hairy, non-hairy, a landing strip, no landing strip,  whatever you like is whatever I'll love. But fuck honey, no hair at all,  pink and creamy? Show me," I rasped, my eyes desperate now, dying to  see her.

And with a sweet smile, she brushed her hand against my jaw before trailing a finger against her knee.

"Your wish is my command," she whispered, and with that, began to inch the denim skirt upwards.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, my heartbeat began to race with every centimeter of  creamy thigh that appeared, those ham hocks thick and full, so heavy and  filled with juice it took all my self-control not to sink onto my knees  right then and cover them with kisses, taste that sweet flesh. And Katy  giggled.

"Get ready, Jase, because you're in for a surprise," she whispered,  lifting her skirt all the way up until the base of her pussy peeked out,  those swollen lips wet, already glistening with moisture.

"Yes, you do that to me," she breathed. "I wanted you so bad that I had  to take my panties off at lunch today, they were soaked through, so damp  and wet. I need you, I want you, look at me, Jason, look what you do to  me."

And as I watched, mesmerized, she parted her thighs slightly, squatting a  bit and I could see that the insides of her legs were smeared with  cream, the evidence of her arousal.

"Fuck little girl, all day today?" I rasped hoarsely, a finger going out  to trace over that damp flesh in circles, sample the pussy cream on her  leg.

"All day," she confirmed, nodding her head slowly. "All day Jase, I've  been dripping from the thought of being with you, feeling you in me."

And as I watched, mesmerized, another bead of juice edged out from her  slit, joining the nectar on her leg and in a slow motion, I rubbed the  ambrosia into her skin, the scent of her arousal pungent, heady around  us. I took a deep breath, loving the scent of Katy's cunt, ready to  burrow myself into her. But I wanted more, I wanted to see exactly what  she'd done.

"Show me how you shave," I rasped deeply in my throat. "Show me how you do it."

And the brunette tittered again. My weird request didn't sound so weird now that we were being intimate.

"Well first," she began, reaching a hand between her legs and squatting  more. Oh god, even that movement was so alluring, so dirty that I almost  lost it, ready to throw her onto the bed in an instant, ravage her  without any niceties. But Katy was on a roll and smiled at me again,  eyes coy. "First, I pull my pussy apart like this," she said,  demonstrating by putting a finger on each side of her labia and opening  herself to me, letting me see those moist walls, the hotly gleaming pink  channel. And my dick lost it slightly then, letting go with a tiny  spurt, a small gush of pre-cum soaking my jeans. The restriction of the  stiff denim was fucking annoying and I unzipped my pants, letting my  boner pop out, its full ten inches stiff, massive and imposing in the  small space between us.