True Beginning
But now, it's the autumn. I'm back home from my trip. I met you on the street on your way home from class. I played with you against the hall mirror. We had supper together and talked and laughed and kissed over desert.
You are on top of me. I am on my back. There's a fire in the bedroom fireplace. We are in my bed - the old high curtained four-poster.
You are panting. You are lovely. My finger is gently stroking your clitoris as you straddle me.
The flame's glow reveals your dark ravishing beauty swaying slightly above me. Droplets of sweat sparkle on your skin. We've been playing together for a couple hours.
Your slick pussy is slowly devouring my hard cock, the head of which is an inch or so inside you - stretching you open as you push down.
You instinctively opened your mouth as you began to take me in - feeling the stretch and the heat - feeling the head of my cock slip inside you. So big.
You are warm and glowy from having come so much already. You are hot and ready and incendiary from my tongue having made you cry out time and time again. I sucked your clitoris mercilessly. You screamed in pleasure. I bit your clitoris. You screamed louder as you came. And now you are gasping, "Oh God, Daddy, Oh God."
The moment has arrived. You will give me your cherry. You will take my throbbing priapus deep into your hot body.
My finger knows its business. It urges you more strongly. You have been instructed to wait until you are ready to come. You will thrust downward as you orgasm. You are almost there. But you have to ask permission to come.
You are shaking. I know you're almost there.
"Now, Daddy. Now, Daddy."