**Tempting Her First Touch**

I fell in love with Christine and she was 18 and I was 19 and Christine was very hard to get and I she was shy and she was a virgin and I knew I never had sex with any other girls and one time we went on a date and I only thing I got to touch was her beautiful breast and then

The first time I saw her, Christine’s fingers twisted in the hem of her sundress, like she’d caught it misbehaving. I knew—*knew*—that dress was riding up with every step, exposing the lace of her panties to anyone stupid enough to look. And I was stupid enough. She didn’t realize how badly I wanted her. Not back then. We walked through the park, the air thick with the scent of cut grass and sweat. She kept glancing at me like I was something to be cautiously approached, maybe a stray dog that might bite if she got too close. I didn’t care. I let my gaze linger on the way her cleavage swelled when she leaned forward to pick a flower, the way her nipples tightened against the thin fabric. When she finally reached for my hand to show me a dandelion, I didn’t hesitate—I brushed the back of my fingers over her breast. Christine’s breath hitched. She froze. “Watch out,” I murmured, pressing just a little, enough that she’d feel it. Enough that her heart might’ve thudded once against my palm. Her eyes flicked up, wide and dark with something that wasn’t fear anymore. Her mouth parted, but no words came out. I leaned in, slow enough that she could still pull away, but close enough that she’d smell my breath, hear the rasp of mine against hers. “You want me to,” I whispered, not asking, because we both knew it wasn’t a question.

Christine’s pulse throbbed beneath my fingers, her skin flushed where I’d grazed her. She let out a shuddering breath, her lips trembling as she pulled my hand away—not to stop me, but to press it harder against her chest, like she couldn’t decide if she was trying to push me back or yank me in. “You’re—” Her voice broke. “You’re not supposed to—” “Say it,” I cut in, my thumb tracing a slow circle over her nipple. The lace was damp, clinging to her skin like a promise. “Tell me you don’t want this, that you’re not wet for me already.” Her fingers dug into my wrist, but she didn’t pull away. Didn’t protest. I could see the struggle in her throat, the way it bobbed when she swallowed. Then, a quiet—*broken*—“I *am*.” That was all it took. My mouth crashed onto hers before she could finish the thought, my tongue parting her lips without asking. The taste of her was sweet, like strawberries and something sharper, something that belonged to her alone—the way her breath turned uneven, the whimper that vibrated against me. She arched into me, her nails scoring my scalp. The dress rode up higher, the lace panties now visible to anyone passing by. I didn’t give a fuck. “I’ll make you say it again,” I growled against her lips, my hand trailing down her waist before slipping under the fabric to grip the curve of her hip. “Every time I touch you. Every time you come.”

Her hand slid down my chest, nails leaving thin crescents of fire as she finally reached the waistband of my jeans. The moment her fingers closed around the buckle, my hips jerked forward—instinct, pure and desperate. “You’re so cocky,” she gasped, but her free hand was already between us, pushing the fabric aside. I didn’t let her undo it. Not yet. My palm pressed against hers, fingers curling around the thick length of my cock through denim. “You’re worse,” I shot back, because *fuck*—I could feel the way her breath stuttered, how her other hand trembled against my shoulder. “You’re gonna get *ruined*, aren’t you?” Christine’s throat worked, her breath coming in sharp pants. “Yes.” The word was a fucking dare. And I took it. My free hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back just enough to break the kiss. “Say it like you mean it.” Her lips were swollen, her pupils blown. I could see the wet glint in her eyes, the way her cheeks flushed darker with every second. “I *need*—” I didn’t wait for her to finish. My mouth slammed back onto hers, my teeth nipping her bottom lip before I swallowed the rest of the words. My hand left her hair, sliding up the inside of her thigh instead—no, *pushing*—under the lace until my fingers found the heat of her. Christine’s body bowed off me with a choked cry, her legs widening just enough. My cock throbbed, straining against the zipper. “You’re already *dripping* for me,” I muttered against her skin, my teeth scraping the hollow of her throat. “Aren’t you?” “Mm—” A shudder rocked her. Her fingers finally freed the buckle, her palm wrapping around my shaft, squeezing *too tight* with the wet hunger of her touch. “You’re so *big*—” I didn’t let her think about it. My hips snapped forward, the head of my cock sliding between her fingers to press against her stomach, hot and heavy and relentless. “You’re gonna take all of me, aren’t you?” Her free hand slid around my waist, nails digging in just shy of pain. “Please.”

As my fingers playing with her slit and I could feel her warm wetness and I could feel her warm pussy starting to open

The lace gave way with a wet snap as I forced two fingers inside her, my palm slapping against her thigh to hold her open. Christine’s breath came in jagged bursts, her body already trembling—not from the cold, not from hesitation—from the raw, desperate way I was fucking her with my fingers. “There you go,” I muttered, my thumb pressing hard against her clit. “Welcoming me like a good little slut.” My fingers twisted inside her, not deep enough to hurt, but enough to make her bite back a gasp. The walls of her pussy clenched around me, already slick, already *ready*. She was so fucking tight, her heat suffocating. I could feel her thighs shaking around me, her legs widening further like she was fighting herself to take more. But I wasn’t giving her the choice. I pumped my fingers faster, harder, my thumb circling rough and relentless. Christine’s hands fumbled with the button of my jeans, her nails clawing at my waist, her body jerking off my hand with every thrust. “No—*stop*—” The word was garbled, swallowed by the moan that tore through her throat. “Not yet—I’m not there—” I didn’t care. I curled my fingers up inside her, grinding my palm against her clit until her nails raked down my back, her back arching off the path. “You will be,” I promised, my voice low and rough. “You’ll come all over my fingers before you even get on your knees.”

Her head fell back against the rough bark of the tree, her neck exposed, the pulse there frantic under my teeth. “You keep saying that,” she hissed, fingers finally closing around my painfully stiff cock, “but you’re the one who won’t *let me*.” I didn’t answer. Not in words. My fingers scissored inside her, my palm grinding against her clit with deliberate, punishing pressure. Christine’s body tightened, a sharp whimper escaping her lips—wet, wanton, *begging*. I could feel it, the way her cunt clenched just as her thighs did, like she was trying to milk me, to fuck herself on my hand. “Let go,” I ordered, teeth sinking into the tender skin of her throat. Her fingers slipped, but she didn’t obey—she was still trying to wrap her hand around my girth, the wetness of her palm smearing against me as I watched her struggle. “God, you’re *thick*—” Her breath hitched. “Can’t even—*fuck*—” I didn’t wait. My thumb found her slit again, smearing her wetness against her clit, my fingers stretching her wider, deeper. Christine’s legs buckled, but my arm around her waist kept her from falling. Her nails bit into my shoulders, her body shuddering as she tried to hold on, to ground herself against the storm of sensation I was forcing on her. “Please—*fuck*—I need—” I swallowed the rest of the word with another rough bruising kiss, my tongue pushing into her mouth just as my fingers did her cunt. She tasted of salt and desperation, gagging on me as her cunt convulsed around my fingers, her first orgasm tearing out of her with a stifled moan. I didn’t stop. Not even when her body finally collapsed against mine, her legs quivering as she panted. My arm tightened around her, my fingers still moving, still *filling* her. “Now,” I growled against her lips, “you’re *prepared*.”

And then she said I want your cock its my first and i know you never been in a creamy pussy and then

Christine’s words hit me like a sledgehammer, her voice broken but urgent, her eyes locked onto mine with a wild, fevered intensity. “First?” I grunted, twisting my fingers deep inside her, my knuckles ghosting against her entrance. Her pussy was still pulsing from her orgasm, the wet heat around me relentless. “You sure as hell don’t look like a virgin.” Her chest heaved, thighs slick with arousal, lips swollen from my bite. “I’m not,” she gasped, fingers fumbling at my belt again, nails digging into my hip like she was trying to peel me open. “But I *want you*. Raw and first. I can’t wait. Fucking *please*—” I didn’t hesitate. My jeans hit the dirt in a violent yank, cock slapping against my stomach—hard, thick, the head slick with precome. The moment she had me in her grip, Christine’s eyes darted down, her breath hitching. “Holy *fuck*—” Her thumb smeared the wetness up my shaft, her fist too small to close around me, but she twisted anyway, watching as my cock leaked more onto her fingers. My hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back so I could see her face. Her pupils were blown, her jaw slack, the pulse in her throat hammering with every swallow. “You’re dripping,” I noted, voice rough. “But not nearly enough for what I’m about to put inside you.” She didn’t answer. Just whimpered, her free hand scrambling for support against the tree, as I lined up my cock between her slick folds. The first press of my tip against her entrance swallowed her next breath, her cunt flinching like it expected more but couldn’t adjust. “Easy,” I warned, teeth near her ear. “You’ll take me, little slut. All at once.”

Christine’s nails raked down my forearm as I eased forward, the weight of my cock dragging her wetness with it. Her cunt stretched obscenely around my tip, lips puckering and gasping as she forced herself to accept me. “Fuck—*fuck*—” The word clawed out of her, her voice already thinning into something desperate, needy. I didn’t ease. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and I lunged. The sound she made was choked, wet, the kind of noise that shouldn’t be possible between two people—Christine’s cunt flooding with heat around me, *sucking* me in as her body arched off the tree. Her thighs squeezed tight, trying to fight what my cock was doing to her, but the pressure of being breached so deep was too much. She barely had time to whimper before the burn ignited, her cunt struggling to mold itself around my girth, the stretch already too much. “Fucking *virgin*,” I barked, hips slamming into her hard enough to rock the tree, to jolt her entire body. “You’re gonna *break*—” Christine’s lips twisted into a feral grimace, her breath ragged. Every gasping exhale was like a prayer. Every choked curse a confession. The way her cunt dripped down my legs, slick and hot, her body already trying to pull me deeper—*deeper*—I could feel the way her walls were adjusting, *accepting*, the way the tightness of her grip was already loosening. “Oh—*oh fuck*—” she managed, voice splitting between the pain and the sick pleasure of it. “It’s—*too big*—” I didn’t let up. My thumb found her clit again, rolling and bruising, watching her face as it twisted with the strain. Her cunt was *mine*, the way it stretched, the way it took me—*first*, *deep*—I didn’t have to wait anymore.

As we enjoy each other i was really horny and loving the sound of her creamy wet pussy and then I knew she will always be mine

The air thickened with the sound of her cunt, the wet, needy slap of pleasure mixing with the shallow gasps of forced breath. Every thrust dragged my cock through her slick channel, the heat clinging to my veins like a second skin. Her nails were bloody streaks against my shoulders now, knuckles white as she clung to me, her body trembling with every snap of my hips. “*Christ!*” Christine’s moans turned feral, her voice cracking into whines. “Don’t stop—*don’t stop*—” Her cunt locked around my first few inches, muscles quivering as they tried to adjust, to *keep me*. The thought hit me like a gut punch—*she was mine*, not just in this moment, but forever. The hungry way her body took me, the way she was already begging for more, even when the pain was still raw in her eyes—this wasn’t fucking around. I bit her shoulder, hard enough to leave teeth marks, and crushed my mouth against hers, swallowing her sobs. Her taste was salty, desperate—just like the way her cunt was *milking* me, clutching at me like it knew something she couldn’t say. “Tightest fucking thing I’ve ever had,” I snarled into her mouth, hips rolling to drag her against my next fuck. Christine’s legs shook, her body already shifting toward a new orgasm, the way her cunt *rippled* around me. “Yours,” she managed, breathless, hands clawing at my ass to pull me deeper. “Always yours. *Please*—” The thought burned in my chest—*always*—as I buried myself to the hilt, her cunt swallowing me whole, her whimpers stuttering against my lips. No words needed. The way she *squeezed* me, the way she took everything I gave, said it all. She was broken already—and I was just getting started.

And i asked her to marry me and she and fuck everyday and she got pregnant and we still fucking everyday as watch her beautiful belly get bigger everyday

I gripped her hips harder, bending her over the tree until her back pressed against rough bark. “*You feel that?*” My voice was rough, half-growl, as I dragged my cock out—*slow*—then slammed it back in. Christine’s body jolted, the impact rattling her bones. “*Marry me*—” The words tore from my throat, my free hand snaking between her thighs to bruise her clit as I fucked. “*Here. Right the fuck now. Say yes.*” Her moan was a sob, her cunt *clenching* around my shaft. “*Yes*—*yes, oh fuck, yes!*” The orgasm hit her like a hammer, her back arching as wave after wave of pleasure stole her breath. I didn’t let up. My thumb kept rolling her clit, my hips pistoning as her body came apart on me. *“We’re gonna fuck every day. You’re gonna be mine—*forever*.”* The weight of her belly was just a promise now, a reality *building* as we moved together. I fucked harder, deeper, my cock *hammering* into her, the way her cunt was still *squeezing* me even through the shock of her climax. Her hands were slick with my sweat, bloody from where her nails kept digging in—not that I’d stop. “Get pregnant,” I demanded, slamming into her again, the words raw. “*Now.*” She came with a scream, her cunt *flooding* around me. The idea of her *carrying* me—*every fucking day*—made my strokes more desperate. I buried myself to the hilt, grinding against her as the world narrowed to the heat, the stretch, the *screaming* pleasure of her. “You’re *saturated*,” I growled, hips never slowing, my cock *milking* the last pleasure from her. *Always.*