He is ready. She beckons him into her, using her fingers to guide his rigid cock into her virgin pussy. There is no resistance; she has been ready for this for two years, ever since she saw him on the television. His long, slick cock fills her with heat, a hard rod of searing hot iron. He is big, but no bigger than she imagined and certainly not too big for her young, athletic body to handle.
He encourages her, tells her to keep going, come for me, he rasps, fuck me, take my cock deeper in your tight pussy. Make me come with you. Can you feel my cock filling your little virgin pussy? Can you feel me coming? I will fill you with so much cum you will be wet for a week. He pumps into her as she sits on the desk grasping the edge to keep her from sliding away from him. He pounds into her now, long, rapid, vigorous thrusts that fill her pussy, making a swishing sound with each thrust. She is now soaking, liquid runs down her backside, soaking her shirt.
Shania gasps as her orgasm approaches. She can feel it building deep inside her, down in her lower spine somewhere. She keeps her eyes glued to the screen. She is watching herself now, enjoying the spectacle of the young woman well on the way to a dizzying orgasm.
The image on the screen is showing Kenny’s backside pumping back and forth and her legs spread high and wide as she gazes over his shoulder. She hangs on his neck and he fucks her, faster now, faster, he is coming, she knows, she can feel his rigid cock throbbing, ready to explode and fill her with his seed.
The pressure is intense within her, her breasts are sensitive now, but sensitive in a way that requires more pressure, more squeezing, more pulling. Her whole body is about to ignite with the roaring flame of her orgasm. It is more than a flame as she listens to his sweet voice urging her on. Yes, let me fuck you. Feel my cock inside you, can you feel it banging hard deep in your tight young body. Come with me, Shania, come with me. I’m coming, coming, coming, now, oh fuck, I’m coming!
She rubs, squeezes and pulls, harder, faster, deeper. She begins to come. It is not simply one explosive shock to her system but an intense build-up of sensation within her whole body. Sparks fly inside her head, down to her breasts and flash through her body, down to her pussy and hips.
She shudders, cries out and vibrates with explosive energy. Finally, she cums, the molten core of her body floods outwards, radiating intense heat and passion throughout her firm young body. She hears him roar as he thrusts harder and comes deep inside her.
Shania roars back, her long, intense orgasm ripping through her tight body. She shudders, shakes and vibrates as clear liquid spreads across her hand, dripping and dribbling with each spasm as she comes, again, and again. Finally, she stops shaking.
She looks down at her T-shirt; it is soaked with her squirts of pussy juice. She half-heartedly wipes herself dry with the sleeves of the T-shirt. Her arms are weak, her right hand is trembling. She licks her fingers, tasting herself and Kenny’s cum, a mixture of juices. She inhales deeply.
Kenny steps back a little, his erection slides free from her clutching pussy. She dribbles his cum onto the T-shirt. She is off the desk now, back in her chair. He stands closer to her. She looks up to see his dripping cock inches from her face. She is very willing to do what comes naturally.
She grips him gently in her left hand and dips her head. She opens her mouth and sucks the wide crown into her mouth. He is still pumping cum out of his cock. Her mouth is open as she sucks the last few precious drops of his life giving seed into her smiling mouth. She lets it sit on her tongue, savoring the taste. She shows him, her open mouth turned up to his smiling face. She swallows it down, overjoyed that she has been chosen for his special treatment.
She smiles as he tells her that he has had the best fuck of his life with her. He tells her that he wants to do it again, and soon. He makes her promise that she will be there every night. She promises to be here, naked and waiting for him, every night. She tells him she will do anything for him.
She promises undying love and devotion; she wants to be his special girl. He blows her a kiss and steps back, his cock now deflated, spent, returning to normal. His clothes appear from nowhere. He is fully dressed in his black jeans, black T-shirt and leather jacket. He fades from the room, gone, for now. She knows he will be back. She closes her web browser. The blinking cursor in the top left corner of the word document on her screen confronts her.
She has written nothing.
She is drained, drained of inspiration, drained of ideas and completely clueless as to what she can write for her first short story. She sits, recovering her breath, relaxing, coming down from the sexual high. She drops her head and rubs her face. She looks once again at the empty page. Her hands do not move towards the keyboard. She will give up for tonight and try again in the morning. She has the whole weekend to get it written.
She decides that sleep is what she needs. She switches off the screen, plunging the room into almost complete darkness, just the low wattage lamp above her desk remains. She leaves it on all night. She brushes her teeth and gets into bed. She finds a clean T-shirt and panties to sleep in.
She has promised that she will sleep naked when she is with the right man. She lies down under the sheet; she needs no duvet tonight in this summer heat. Her hands stray between her legs but she does not need another orgasm, one is enough for today.
She wonders what Kenny Major is doing right now. She turns and cuddles the pillow, images of his strong and quick fingers playing with her naked body flash before her eyes. She tastes his juice on her tongue and smiles at the memory of him inside her. Time to sleep.