His Nasty Little Pussy

“Mika,” I heard him whisper. “Hey, wake up.” “Mm?” I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

I felt his hand on my inner thigh, and I froze. It was dark, but I knew it was Chris. I could smell him. His hair brushed against my arm, and I shivered. His hand moved up my thigh and stopped just shy of my panties.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.

“No!” I gasped.

His fingers slipped inside the leg band of my panties, and I could feel them wiggling their way inside my slit. The wetness of our earlier encounter was still there, and he used the slipperiness to lubricate my clit. He began rubbing it in small circles, gently at first, and then with increasing pressure.

With his other hand, he lifted my shirt, exposing my breasts. They were fairly small but perky. His mouth closed over one of my nipples, and I felt a jolt of excitement shoot through me. My heart began to flutter wildly in my chest, and I could hardly breathe.

His tongue swirled around my nipple, and it stiffened against the warmth and moisture. I gasped, and he moaned happily. I felt his hair fall down over me, and it tickled delightfully. I struggled to pull my shirt off with one hand, and he used his free hand to help me.

His finger dipped lightly inside my pussy, just barely penetrating me. I wanted more than anything to feel him inside me. I wanted him to be my first. I wanted to give him my most precious gift my virginity.

“Chris?” I whispered into his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

“I want you to be my first,” I told him.

“Your first what?” he asked.

“My first,” I emphasized.

“Your first… you’re!” he replied, suddenly understanding. “You mean you’re a…”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, Chris. I’m a virgin,” I told him.

He froze. His fingers stopped touching me, and his body backed away from me very slightly.

I grabbed him and pulled him to me, pressing my bare breasts against his chest. I pushed my lips against him, squeezing his body close to me and wrapping his hair around my fingers.

“Please, Chris,” I begged him. “I want you to be my first.”

“Look, Mika,” he said, his voice low, but firm, “I just don’t know if

I can do this. I care about you, and I don’t want to end up hurting you.”

“Chris, I’m not looking to marry you or anything. I just want to lose my virginity, and I want it to be you,” I told him, nuzzling his neck and exhaling softly.

He made a low, whining groan, and I knew his resolve was melting. That lone noise was enough to tell me it wouldn’t be long until he gave in.

“Please, Chris,” I whispered into his ear. “Let me give you my virginity. Don’t make me beg.”

I touched my lips softly against his neck and exhaled again, pulling my lips gently across the skin of his neck and up to his ear, where I nibbled delicately on his earlobe.

“My God…” he groaned, and he dropped his head, resting his forehead on my chest. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, girl.”

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,” I told him. “I may look young, but there’s a woman inside me aching to get out, Chris. Help me!”

He lifted his head and looked straight into my eyes. I could barely see the outline of his face in the light from the street lamp outside my window. He looked troubled, but there was a hunger in his eyes that drove me wild. I placed my good hand on his cheek and pulled his face close to me, kissing him lightly on the lips.

“Please,” I whispered long and slow.

This seemed to be all he needed. His eyes shifted briefly, and he pushed his lips firmly against mine, shoving my head back into my pillow. I could hear the rustle of fabric as he quickly wiggled out of his sweatpants, and then he mounted me. His hands struggled to yank off my panties, and I lifted my hips to assist him.

He shoved my legs forcefully apart with his knees, his tongue probing wildly inside my mouth. I felt his hard cock pushing against my outer labia, searching for my opening as his hands explored my body.

There was something wild and visceral about the way he was behaving with me, as if he’d lost control of his common sense and was now being guided by something primal and savage. I don’t believe I could have stopped him at that point, even if I’d wanted to.

He grabbed his cock with his right hand and guided it toward me, using his fingers to spread my lips apart. He rubbed he head up and down over my slit, lubricating it. As it rubbed over my clit, I shivered. I could feel rushing to my pussy.

He positioned the head at the entrance, pushing gently against it. He was now nibbling no, practically gnawing at my neck. I could feel his breath, hot and ragged against my skin, and I could hear him growling low and guttural deep in his throat as his teeth nipped at my skin.

His hips thrust forward, pushing his cock a few centimeters inside me. I could feel myself stretching and wrapping around him, the head pushing against my hymen, but not yet breaking it.

He thrust forward again, a little harder this time. My hymen stretched backward and began to sting. I sucked in a little air and bit my lip, digging my fingernails into his back.

His arms went around me, pressing my entire body against him. My breasts were squashed against him, and he still gnawed savagely at my neck and shoulder. With one final push, his cock sank inside me, tearing my hymen apart and sending a searing pain rushing through me. I gasped aloud, my eyes wide and blurred with tears.

“Ow, ow!” I whined pitifully, but I don’t think he heard me.

He was now sliding in and out of me. The pain was still significant, but it was fading fast. My grunts of discomfort were soon replaced by gasps of pleasure as I felt his cock plunging deeper and deeper inside me. It slammed repeatedly against my cervix, sending jolts of intense pleasure through me. I could feel the tension building inside me. The harder it punched against my cervix, the more intense the pleasure became.

“Do me doggy!” I gasped, hoping it would drive him even deeper inside me.

He reached underneath me and attempted to flip me onto my stomach. I wiggled over, taking care not to put my weight on my broken hand. I had to steady myself with one hand, making my position rather precarious. His hands gripped my hips, and he plunged his cock deep inside me, slamming against my cervix roughly. I gasped.

I wobbled and teetered as I struggled to keep myself from falling over using only one hand. Noticing my difficulty, Chris wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me upward, pushing my back against his chest. I pushed my hips back against him as his cock plunged in and out of me.

He kept one hand around me, dropping the other to finger my clit. His middle finger pressed firmly against it, rubbing it in tiny circles. The combination of his grunting, the thump of his cock against my cervix, and the stimulation of my clit were sending me closer and closer to the edge. I felt his teeth start to gnaw at my back, and he grunted with each thrust.

“Oh, God,” I whispered. “I’m gonna cum!”

He groaned savagely, his thrusting becoming erratic. His arm squeezed me so tightly I could scarcely breathe, and his fingers pushed firmly against my clit as they moved rapidly against it. My breath shuddered, and my thighs began to quiver. I felt the walls of my pussy begin to pulse around his shaft as his cock began to pulse, shooting jets of hot cum deep inside me. It was all I could do to bite my lip and keep from screaming as orgasmic bliss washed over me, building inside my pussy and flooding in waves up to my clit and out through the rest of my body.

He continued to thrust inside me and rub my clit, and my orgasm continued, bursting out across my body like a tidal wave. I thought it would never end as his jizz popped inside me again and again.

Finally, it subsided. My trembling body dropped forward weakly, and I rolled onto my back. He dropped down beside me, struggling to regulate his erratic breathing.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“Yeah, wow,” he agreed, kissing my shoulder gently.

“Chris, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” I said, once I managed to catch my breath.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“What happened the day I broke my hand? In your room, I mean.”

“Oh, that. I kind of lost control. I felt like nobody gave a shit about me,” he admitted.

“Oh, Chris,” I breathed, leaning my head on his chest and kissing it softly. “You know I care about you.” “I know,” he said.

“Don’t ever think no one cares about you, because I always will,” I promised.

I felt his lips on the top of my head, and his arms squeezed me close. I never wanted the moment to end, and I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. Currentlyntlyh the blessing of our parents, and we couldn’t be happier. I know it seems a little strange, considering we are stepsiblings, but to us, it’s the most natural thing in the world.