Take Me, I'm Yours.

You find me lying on my bed. My body describes an 'S' shape. My shoulders, flat on the bed, my hips turned to one side and my knees bent slightly so my legs curl back, completing the 'S'.

I'm naked, of course, well, almost. I'm wearing panties, you see. Just panties, and nothing more. They aren't even fresh - clean - I've been in them all day. You are, well, you.  - Who are you? xxit matters not. I see you looking at me, drinking in every curve of my body. I know I look - how DO I look, exactly? Small-breasted, I could be 14, or 23. I see the thought flit through your mind. You're imagining, just for a split second that I'm someone else - maybe someone  you've seen? Maybe someone you had a sudden desire to screw? It's like that, isnt it? This 'attraction' thing. We see people, and some pass us by without a second thought. Others provoke a response - sometimes appropriate - sometimes less so....whatever 'appropriate' means. 

I dont mind. I don't mind if you fuck me thinking only of me, or of someone else - I'm not in the least threatened by where your mind may take you. Mine, after all takes me places too. 

I see the briefest flicker across your face. You're asking yourself something. The old, old question. "Should I? I want to, but ... should I?" Your body language transmits your desire to me - I feel you want a taste of the forbidden. That's fine. I enjoy playing 'young'. But I sense there's more. There IS more, isnt there? I move slightly on the bed, enough to let you get the smallest glimpseof my crotch. You can't make out if I am 'natural' or not - maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Maybe I don't even have that much hair yet? I see that thought flicker across your mind. As is sometimes the way, your mind is an amalgam of the two extremes. You want a mature, experienced lover, but you also want a taste of the forbidden too. I can do that. 

I also see the bulge in your pants. Your carotid artery is pulsing in your neck, and the veins on your forehead are visible. I let my legs slip apart. I make sure the movement is innocent, as if I don't know what I'm revealing. Oh, but I do, in every moist, wanton inch. I want to feel your eyes upon me - especially upon my sex. A girl's sex looks so vulnerable, doesn't it? A moist slit surrounded by puffy lips, waiting to be stretche around a thick, pulsating cock. Every girl knows it will hurt at first, yet still she dreams about it at night. Even before dreams, she thinks of it, and sometimes caresses her sex in moist anticipation of the act itself. She may even rehearse how she will deal with the pain. She fears she may say "Oh, No. Stop. Please", but instead, she practices a little sigh, or a yelp that could be construed as pleasure. 

I watch as you undo your pants and let them and your boxer's drop to the floor. Your manhood springs out from its confinement and stands proudly in front of your body, potent in every way. The mere sight makes me wet. No, makes me wetter. A clear teardrop of precum forms on you which only makes me wetter still. The room begins to smell of sex, both yours an mine. You divest yourself of your top and stand nake before me. I can see your tattoos, and they seem to writhe over your muscles. Soon now. Very soon.

You climb on the bed and kiss your way up my legs. I part my willing legs to expose my gaping sex. I know you can smell me now. Like every girl, I have a brief moment of concern. Just like boys cocks, not every vagina tastes or smells the same. I feel you inhale deeply. You're smelling my vagina - my pussy - my cunt. Having you so close to me, your face inches away from my most intimate area makes my head spin. I feel your breath on me and then your tongue. It is no more than the briefest touch on my clitoris yet it is enough to make me pour with wetness. I'm not close to orgasm, but my heart races, and I feel the blood enfuse my sex and my face seems to glow. 

A finger. A solitary finger explores my hole, the hole that nothing, and no-one has explored before, at least in this scenario. How did we get here, without a word being spoken. How did I know you needed me to be the young virgin, and how did you know I would be happy to be your fantasy?   The answer to that is simple, for I know you are happy to be mine.

What do I call you I wonder? Sir? Brother? Daddy? Uncle? As usual, the question answers itself. Today it is Sir. You part my legs, and kiss up my body, my tummy first, pausing at my belly button to push your tongue into me there and make me squirm. Then higher. I'd like to say to the vally between my boobs, but in truth there is nothing that could be called a valley - just a gap between my little bee-sting titties with their puffy nipples. 

Oh, but if you knew the number of times I've touched myself after school thinking about you, Sir. Thinking about what you do with your wife, an wishing with all my heart you would do it to me. Wishing will make it so. I feel you now against my entrance. I brace myself for the hurt to come, yet it is more than matched by desire. I wonder - if I took your cock in my mouth, would it taste of you, or your wife? Or both? Oh, that made me tingle. You've done this before - with a virgin, I mean. You enter me gently, slowly but firmly. The pain isnt that bad, nothing more than a twinge, really. I feel something trickle down my bum. It could be my wetness which is flowing freely, but I know in truth it is my virgin blood. 

And then, you're pressing inside me - stretching me. It stings to the point of burning, but not to the point of me stopping you. The strange sensations ease, and give way to pleasure, unspeakable pleasure, pleasure like I have never known. You begin to fuck me and I cling to you like a limpet. I get my legs up high knowing instinctively that it will cause you to drive deeper. Something tells me I must speak. "Oh Sir....do it to me. Fuck me like you fuck your wife! Make me your little slut, Sir...please Sir.....hurt me....keep hurting me." I feel the moment. I feel the subtle change in your rhythm. You don't pause, not for a second, but I sense the moment you ejaculate inside me and I time it to perfection. 

I can't stay in role any longer, and I cum wantonly on your cock. All I can think of is burying you insie me deeper, harder, faster. I claw at you, leaving tack marks on your back and buttocks. My orgams is so strong, the contractions squeeze your semen along the sides of your cock and out over my bum. I milk your cock sucking it dry, until we are spent. 

You lie on top of me and slowly, imperceptibly you soften inside me. When you withdraw, my vagina weeps its joy onto the sheets.