"I snuck him into my room and we started fooling around. He tried to finger me, but it hurt. He kept trying to put his finger in me. So I made him stop. I started touching his cock and he pushed my head down. I've seen it in movies so I decided to try. I'd just gotten started when mom came in. I thought she'd freak but she just stood there and told him to get dressed and get out."
"I got shipped off to that boot camp in Utah. When she came to visit she said she knew she couldn't control my life. She suggested the modeling thing...and this thing with you." She looked up at me, "Are you really going to...fuck me...for six weeks?"
"It may be a little shorter or a little longer. You have a lot to learn. Its not just fucking, but I will be fucking you a lot."
"Can I see it? Your... cock?"
I considered it moment. "Not yet. We have a few things to do first. As a model you will have to shave most if not all of your pubes. But the idea of eating your pussy, your unaltered virgin pussy, intrigues me."
I knelt in front of her, inches from her open and recently fingered pussy. Her eyes widened and she covered the center of my attention.
"Did any of these boys you 'fooled around with' ever use their mouths to pleasure you?" She shook her head. I moved her hand away from her pussy. Another thought occurred to me. "Stay there. I'll be right back." I quickly went into the bedroom I had designated in my mind as the play room. I retrieved my digital camera and powered it up. When she saw it in my hand, her reaction was not what I expected. Instead of covering up she stretched and put both hands behind her head, presenting those luscious tiny tits for better viewing.
"You're kind of a freak aren't you?" she asked smiling.
"Less so than the people you'll be working with and around."
I began photographing her from several angles. When I had a dozen or so full body shots I knelt down to take several close-ups of her pussy.
"You will never again be a beautiful 18 year old with a virgin pussy full of hair. By the time your career is over and you can grow it back if you want, you'll be close to your mothers age. Now you'll have before and after photos."
I took one last shot with her open pussy in the foreground and her titties framing her smiling face in the background. Her nipples were hard. It was turning her on to be photographed. Who was the freak?
I set aside the camera and approached what was almost sure to be the last virgin pussy I would ever see. Hell, I hadn't seen one since I was seventeen and a virgin myself.
I smiled up at her, my face inches from her pussy, my breath tickling her doomed bush. My tongue traced her outer lips. She spread her legs wider, welcoming me. Her outer lips were pulled apart by the tension in her legs, her virgin hole opened before me. I slipped my tongue into her cleft. After a swipe at her virgin hole, I slid up to her clit and circled it three times before I closed my lips over the bud and pulled what I could into my mouth.
She gasped at the new her hands came down to hold my face. I'm not sure whether she intended to push me away, pull me tighter, or attempt to guide my motions. She settled for smoothing the hair on my brow then settling her hands on her breasts.
I tongued her clit until her breathing became noticeably deeper. Then I moved my mouth to her entrance and began grinding on her clit with my nose. I rolled my tongue and tried to test her virginity. It took a while to gain entrance and she was so tight that the two sides of my tongue were squished together. My tongue was getting tired of holding the same position for so long.
It seemed as if I had only gotten the tip in when it met an obstacle. I thought I knew what it was, but I would test it with my finger in a moment. I withdrew my tongue and moved back to her clit. As my tongue circled her clit, she clutched my head in her hands and began to buck her pussy against my face. She was squealing thru clenched teeth trying to be quiet. I concentrated on her clit alternating from rapid licks to sucking her swollen love button between my lips. As her orgasm continued she clamped her thighs to my head and her feet began to bang on my back. I slid a finger between her well lubricated lips and entered her. The bucking of her hips was slowing allowing me to enter her slowly and carefully. One knuckle in and I found her hymen.
Should I break it with my finger? She's in mid orgasm. She will feel the pain less. I decided against it. Part of my task was to teach her about pleasure and pain and the relationship between them.
As her orgasm ended, she released the grip on my head. I drew back and looked up from between her legs at the look of shock and amazement on her face.
"I didn't know it could be like that."
"Wait until you've been properly warmed up or until you have a series of orgasms. By the way, You don't have to be quiet here. The walls are concrete and you're brother isn't in the next room."
"Ok, but please don't mention that perv."
"Fine by me. Time for some maintenance."
I stood and took her by the hand. There wasn't enough counter space in the bathroom so I grabbed a towel and the supplies and led her to the dining room table. I spread the towel out and told her to hop up.
"What's the towel for? Are you going to pop my cherry now?"
"Not yet. The towel is to catch hair and make cleanup easier."
She climbed onto the table and lay propped on her elbows to watch.
After trimming her close with scissors, I lathered her and began shaving.
"Do you want to keep the racing stripe or go completely bare?"
"What's a racing stripe?"
I laid a single finger atop her bush to show her.
"This much, right here at the top of your lips."
"What's the sense in that?"
"It leaves you a little bush, allows you to wear a French cut bikini and keeps your pussy lips clean cut for sex."
"What you guys can't get it in if there's hair?"
"No. The hair around the pussy lips rubs a guys dick while he's fucking you."
"Go ahead shave it bare. I can grow it back if I want."
She watched as I carefully removed all of the pubic hair that she had grown since puberty. As I ran my thumb around her pussy checking for missed hairs and stubble I brushed across her still distended clit several times. Her breathing faltered and she leaned her head back.
"Are you going to eat me again?"
"No yet. First we'll take a shower, then I'll give you an oil rub."
"We'll? I'll finally get to see your cock?"
"And if you cooperate I'll let you touch it."
"And if I don't?"
"Then the only time you'll feel it is as it slides in and out of your body."
She pretended to pout as I helped her off the table and followed her into the bath. Her ass was a prize. Young, tight, and firm, it didn't wiggle as she walked. The thought of stuffing my cock between those cheeks as she knelt before me made my cock twitch in anticipation. I'd been hard since she first undressed. I was going to have to get some relief soon or I'd hurt myself.
I let her adjust the water while I stripped. She watched over her shoulder while I revealed what she wanted to see. I'm not huge by any means. Six inches long and a little thicker than average. A previous lover measured it with a cloth measuring tape from her sewing basket. It was six inches in circumference.
She reached for my cock as I approached but took her hand in mine and swatted her ass.
"Get in. I told you, you could touch it if you cooperated."
I followed her into the shower and stood behind her. I explored her body, memorizing curves, the soap making all of her skin as slick as the inner lips of her pussy. My hands frequently dipped into the mystery between her legs. My cock pressed against her ass crack. She began to buck her hips seeking more contact from my fingers. I held her trapped between my cock and my probing fingers as I rolled her clit between fingers and thumb.
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