"But, I can't ..."
"Sure you can. You want to."
"That's just my cock. It has a brain of its own."
"Oh, I like the way it thinks."
Dana leaned close, her hair brushing my shoulders. Her rock hard nipples were threatening to pop right through the taut fabric of her wet little bikini top. At least she was now close enough that I was no longer staring at those puffy bumps on her perfect young tits. However, if we both breathed deeply and exhaled at the same time, those tips would press into my bare chest.
At least stepping close meant that Dana was no longer staring at my cock as it swelled in my swim trunks. I silently willed it to retreat, but it stubbornly remained turgid. Then Dana brushed the back of her hand up my length, her skin separated from my manhood just by a thin layer of Lycra.
Her fingertips lingered, teasing my cock head. Finally, she seemed to weigh my mass, hefting my shaft in her palm. As my prick filled with blood, my balls tightened against my groin, Dana's fingers reached down and teased them.
"Bu ... but ... you're my son's girlfriend."
I had been lounging in the poolside hot tub behind my house, surveying the wreckage left from her eighteenth birthday party. I had turned the house over to my son and his friends, staying at a hotel. It had been after noon when I returned home, but the stragglers were sleeping wherever they had dropped. I had just shrugged and relaxed. The cleaners would be by later.
Dana seemed to have awoken first, and her teeny bikini suggested she had planned a soak to cure her hangover.
"I'm just a hot, horny young eighteen year old wanting my first fuck to be with a kind, gentle older man," she paused, my scrotum resting in her hand.
"And then, I want that man's experience to allow him to be rough with me, to teach me, without hurting me. Phil is a virgin too. He can't give me what I need."
Dana ran one finger up the underside of my shaft and gave my tip a little bounce, stepping a half step closer, pressing her tits into my chest.
"It would be wrong ... every man wants a virgin at least once in his life. I'd be robbing Phil of that thrill."
I could not believe that this temptress was a virgin. She clearly knew how to excite a man. "Phil and I have discussed it. He wants me to learn, and then teach him."
In spite of her wanton display of lust, Dana seemed to blush just then. She continued, "We thought of the virgin thing too. My little sister is almost exactly a year younger than me. In fact, we always celebrate our birthdays together. Next year, after the party, when she's barely eighteen, we plan to seduce her together. Phil's first virgin and my first pussy."
She giggled. "Maybe I'll be lucky and get to eat the cream pie ... unless you want to?"
"You should use protection. Even deflowering can make girls pregnant."
"That would be so awesome. Phil said that if you knock me up, he'll marry me and raise the baby as his own."
As she spoke, Dana slid her hand upwards, and, without warning, slipped inside my swim shorts, shoving the fabric down. My cock surged up into the warmth of the hot tub as her flesh contacted with mine. She wrapped her tiny fist around my girth.
"Oh, Daddy, you're so biggg ..." she cooed. "Phil told me you were, but he didn't warn me about this monster. You're a lot bigger than him."
I assumed any modern girl had seen lots of porn, but I was as startled with her casual reference to Phil's manhood as by her deciding to call me Daddy.
Dana's eyes were locked on mine. She could see my puzzlement as she kneaded my balls. "I said we were virgins, Daddy, not that we never fooled around."
She held my pulsating prick, pressing her body closer.
"I've jerked Phil off lots of times, and gave him a blow job on my birthday -- he called it 'blowing out a candle'."
Dana's thumb flicked across my pee slit, teasing me more. I could feel the seed roiling in my balls.
"He's diddled my clit and licked my pussy."
"Then you're only a technical virgin, not a physical one," I managed to croak in response, not sure whether I was thinking that to try to talk her out of this silly deflowering ritual, or to paint her as a slut in my own mind, and thus, fair game for fucking.
"I haven't let him finger up inside of my cunt. Like the abstinence classes taught, my hymen in intact."
Dana's crotch was dry humping my thigh, mashing her tits into my chest.
"Think about those classes. Didn't you take a pledge to save it til marriage?"
"But now that I'm eighteen and out of high school, I figured that the purity circle rules no longer apply." Dana giggled, running her fingernails up my sides just hard enough not to tickle. At least she was no longer playing with my cock."Besides, I crossed my cunt hairs when I took the pledge."
I could not resist emitting a sputtery laugh at that suggestion. The laughter overwhelmed my shock at Dana's casual vulgarity. Even then, in the midst of her blatant seduction, she did not seem like the sort of girl to say "cunt".
"They've uncrossed themselves now ... that's what happens when they get wet," Dana purred like a kitten, her lips brushing my ear.
"See for yourself," she continued, her tongue teasing my aural canal.
She took my arm just above the wrist and slid my hand down her smooth lower belly, so taut it still curved in towards her womb. My fingers shoved inside her skimpy bikini bottom and I registered that she was equipped with only a teeny landing strip of pubic hair before she guided me to her swollen labia, and forced the tip of my longest digit in between.
"That's as far inside my cunt as anything has ever been. I've never even used a dildo."
Another giggle and a pause as Dana planted a gentle kiss on my neck.
"Not even a carrot."
She played her tongue along the line of my chin, while her free hand tested the readiness of my cock. Physically, I was rock hard and ready. Mentally, I was still struggling, but lust was winning. The final reservations about fucking my son's girlfriend were crumbling.
The tiny part of my conscience that still struggled to speak to my lust prayed that I might come before we got that far. The rest of me just wanted to cup her ass cheeks, lift her onto the pool deck, and fuck her silly. If she wanted me to pop her cherry, pop it I would.
"Mmmm ... I'd say that you're more of a cucumber than a carrot," she sighed as her lips caressed my other ear.
As she shifted, the friction had pulled her left breast out of the strained bikini fabric. As I glanced down, I admired the perfection of that firm milky mound, just like a sphere of ice cream, topped by a bright cherry red nipple.
"Don't finger fuck me," she cautioned. "I want this nice fat hard cock to be the first thing inside of me."
Dana still had a grasp on my wrist, so she slid my arm up an inch or two, easing her hips back enough to guide my finger to her clit. She sighed and tossed her head back as I instinctively twirled her love bud in a figure eight motion. Even in the wetness of the hot tub, I could feel her flow coating my flesh.
"Ph..Phil ... has ... never made me feel like this," she gasped. "You really have to teach him how to move his finger that way."
She chortled, lustily, maybe as struck as I was by the implausibility of the thought of me instructing my son on how to jill off his girlfriend. I ran a second finger along the edge of her lower lips, which opened wide in response, just begging me to enter that passageway to heaven.
Following another soft moan, Dana bit down on the point of my shoulder. A shudder ran through her body as her abdomen pulsed tightly, instinctively trying to suck my finger deep inside while she had a tiny orgasm. If I didn't get my cock into her cunt soon, my thumb would be doing the deflowering. My last few scruples had flowed away with her gushing.
"I hope I didn't leave a mark," Dana giggled as she paused for breath. "Make sure that you don't bite me hard, either."
"I thought you said Phil wants me to fuck you. He should want me to fuck you hard, make you hungry for true lovemaking."
Again, Dana blushed incongruously. "I can't tell him that you made me come with just a finger on my clit."
I instinctively removed that finger, and ran my hand up her abdomen, lightly cupping the underside of one of her tits. I softly kneaded her flesh as she moaned. My thumb was stroking her nipple. Dana's back curled, pressing her belly against my rigidity. If she had been a little taller, we would have been fucking right then. My cock ached with desire to enter her.
"He should want you to enjoy sex so much that you are greedy for more."
"But not so much that it's you that I'm greedy for."
Dana moaned, laying her head on my shoulder as she ground her pelvis against me while I caressed both breasts. Nothing she said now could dim my passion. I had to fuck this angel, to pop her cherry.
