I Really Shouldn't

***All Characters in this story are over 18 years old***

"Hunni Bunni, just think about it," he begged, sliding his fingers down past the waistline of her tight denim jeans, palm flat against her stomach. His fingers moved gently, slowly, tickling the stubble of hair over her virgin pussy; not touching her clit directly, but driving her crazy with pleasure and anticipation.

She'd only ever let him touch her there before, and over her soft new breasts as well. The way he made her feel; the sensations he evoked inside her, were all so new and powerful, almost indescribable. She was so nervous - when she could think. When she was alone and the intense desire had abated some, she wasn't sure at all if this was what she wanted. If this was the right time or the right person for her to be doing these things with. Right now, however, he was right here, and his fingers were right - There! - and he backed her towards the couch, bringing his hands up now to twine into her hair as he kissed her.

"Come here Hunni Bunni, lie down, let me see you," he said as he lay her down on the couch. Her limbs seemed to have no will of their own, her brain was completely shut off from all intellect and reasoning capabilities. She was limp and molten, putty in his hands. Her breath came in soft sighs and pants and tiny mewling moans. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders, his strong firm arms, his smooth back, the sides of his face. She was too nervous to touch him anywhere else, wouldn't know how to even if she tried. He inched her shirt up bit by bit, leaving kisses on her belly as he went. It was soft and sweet and slightly curved in from the harsh diet she had been on to go down a clothing size. He kissed her breasts softly, hesitantly.

He was new to this too, but he knew what was supposed to happen. He had watched porn, for years. She had grown up in a sheltered Christian family, and was the oldest of 4 sisters. She was shy and bookish, and she knew nothing of sex.

He started to unbutton her jeans and she began to protest, trying to sit up. "Don't worry Hunni, relax, I'm not going to do anything, I just want to see you." His fingers felt so good on her skin, all the variations of pressure from his fingertips felt like heaven. She felt almost feverish her skin was so sensitive. And so she allowed herself to be coaxed into compliance, tense now with a thrill of fear and anticipation, yet in such a state of bliss she couldn't fight her body.

He slid her jeans down her legs and off, they fell to the floor as he slowly rubbed her through her panties. The large damp spot showing through was making him so delighted, this was going to be easy! All those weeks of waiting and teasing had finally paid off and tonight he was going to have what he'd wanted. "Can I lick it? Please, baby?"

"What?" she asked, having not fully heard him over the blood rushing through her ears, her heartbeat pounding in her throat.

He took it for a yes, pushing her panties to the side and slipping his cold wet tongue into her heat. She wanted to push him away, she wanted him to stay there forever. Frozen in place, unable to believe what was happening, yet completely undone by the feeling of his tongue going where, well really nothing but his finger once or twice, had gone before. She moaned, loudly, too far gone by the sensation to be embarrassed. Encouraged, he slid his finger into her tight hot pussy.

"Remember what I said, Bunni? If you let me put my dick there it will feel ten times better than this, I promise." He began to move his finger in and out slowly at first, then faster as her moans got louder. "Don't you want to feel it, just a little bit? Just for a minute?"

"I don't, I don't know," she stammered, unable to think with his finger inside her.

"Feel how hard you make me Hunni Bunni," he said, taking off his jeans and wrapping her hand around his hot fat cock. "Come on Hunni, let's just try," he said, and the next thing she knew he was kneeling between her legs, aiming his cock at her little hole, and trying to figure out how to fit them together. He leaned back a little, pulling her up over his lap, her legs on either side of his. He worked her hips down with one hand, carefully guiding himself inside her with the other.

She was not ready for this, she was full and stretched and scared, she was sore and abruptly turned off. "Please, I can't," she began, and then he began to tease her clit with his fingers again. She whimpered in confusion as conflicting and overwhelming sensations warred inside her. He knew he couldn't stop now even if she begged. Keeping himself firmly inside her, he lay her back down on the couch and began to rock his hips against her until she felt it too and began to press against him, her body begging for more. As he began to move in and out of her, slowly and then with increasing speed, her discomfort faded until she couldn't feel how tightly she was stretched around him, couldn't even feel the toggles of the futon couch scratching up her back, could only feel intense and ultimate pleasure, building inside her into a crescendo as she reached her climax. He was quick to follow, pulling out of her, and sending rope after rope of sticky hot sperm shooting over her belly.

As he left the room to go clean up in the bathroom, she lay there, fucked senseless, his sperm cooling on her skin, and there was a voice inside her head screaming "WHAT THE HELL DID WE JUST DO?" and another voice, quiet and shy... "Could we do it again?"