A cute virgin bred me

IndependentSecret001

NSFW
A cute virgin bred me with no birth control (19f)
(I have a thing for virgins, I know.)

His name was Alex, eighteen years old, tall and kinda lanky but with these broad shoulders that filled out his hoodies, messy brown hair, and the shyest fucking smile that made my pussy throb the second I saw him. He was a freshman. We met at this crowded house party last month. I was already buzzing from a couple of drinks, wearing my usual casual outfit: a tiny black crop top with no bra so my nipples poked like diamonds from the AC, and the shortest denim skirt I could get away with, no panties so the cool air kept kissing my bare lips every time I moved. I was trying to get laid that night after all.

I spotted him standing awkwardly by the kitchen, nursing a beer like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. I grabbed him and pulled him onto the dance floor before he could overthink it. The bass was thumping and I pressed my ass right back into him, grinding slow and dirty. His hands started on my hips. Then they weren’t.

He got bolder, sliding one up under my crop top to squeeze my tit, thumb brushing my hard nipple while the other hand cupped my ass cheek, fingers dipping dangerously close to my dripping slit. I could feel his cock thickening against me through his pants, thick and hard, pulsing every time I rolled my hips.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he whispered in my ear, voice shaky like he couldn’t believe he’d said it out loud.

His fingers brushed my bare pussy from behind for just a second, feeling how slick I already was, and I moaned into the music, pushing back harder. My wetness was already trailing down my inner thighs, making them shiny. I turned around, kissed him sloppily and deeply, tongues tangling while his hands roamed everywhere, groping my tits hard enough to make me gasp, squeezing my ass, one finger even slipping between my folds for a quick tease that left me clenching and aching.

“Oh god, keep touching me like that,” I breathed against his mouth, my voice all husky and needy. “Your strong hands feel so fucking good on my little body.”

The thrill of it shot straight to my core. My pussy throbbed with heat and power. I loved how this shy boy was losing control on a crowded dance floor, how his touch made my slick drip faster, warm and messy down my legs while the music hid my soft whimpers. Every squeeze of his hands sent sparks through me. My nipples tingled under his palms and my clit pulsed against his thigh. I was so turned on I could smell my own musky scent mixing with the party sweat, but the night ended too soon. Someone spilled a drink on us and he pulled back all blushing and mumbling.

“I… I should go,” he stammered.

No invite back to his place. No quick fuck in a bathroom.

I went home that night fingering myself raw to the memory of his hands on me, my pussy gushing all over my sheets, frustrated as hell but loving the slow burn.

We didn’t hook up right away. Turns out we both ended up in the same English lit class the next week, front row because I always sit where I can cause trouble. I spotted him two seats over and grinned. He went bright red when he saw me. From then on it was pure torture for both of us.

First week I showed up in a thin white tank top, nipples stiff and obvious, and a pleated skirt so short that when I crossed my legs he could probably see my smooth bare lips if he glanced down. I accidentally dropped my pen during lecture and bent over slowly, ass up, feeling the air hit my dripping pussy. When I sat back up my inner thighs were already shiny with fresh pussy juices.

He stared hard. Then looked away fast, shifting in his seat like his cock was straining. I loved it. After class we started hanging out, coffee, study sessions in the library, movie nights in his dorm, but nothing more. I teased him mercilessly. I’d sit across from him in the library with my legs spread just enough that my skirt rode up, bare pussy on full display if he dared look. I’d lean over to point at his notes, my tank top gaping so my tits nearly spilled out, nipples brushing his arm. Once I accidentally brushed my slick thigh against his hand under the table, leaving a wet streak on his skin.

“Sorry,” I’d whisper, biting my lip, but my pussy would clench and drip even more, soaking the chair beneath me.

I could smell my own musky arousal mixing with the old books. He’d blush crimson, voice cracking when he tried to talk about Shakespeare.

“Eva… you’re killing me,” he muttered once, eyes flicking down to the wet spot on my skirt before he forced them back up.

But he never made a move. Just hung out like a perfect gentleman while I went home every time and fingered myself thinking about him, cumming hard while imagining his shy hands finally grabbing me.

It drove me insane. Weeks of this, constant teasing, my pussy leaking down my thighs during every hangout, dark wet spots on my skirts that I knew he noticed. I’d wear even sluttier outfits to his dorm: cropped hoodies with nothing underneath, skirts so short my ass cheeks peeked out. We’d watch movies on his bed, my bare pussy inches from his hand, and he’d just sit there. Polite. Hard. Frustrated. I was obsessed with the power, but my pussy ached for more.

Then on one particular Friday it finally snapped.

We were in his dorm watching some dumb horror movie, lights off, me in just an oversized t-shirt with no panties (though he probably thought I was wearing shorts), and him in basketball shorts. I’d been teasing all night, leaning against him so my hard nipples pressed into his arm, accidentally letting my hand brush his thigh higher and higher until I felt his cock twitching. My pussy was already dripping, my girl-cum coating my inner thighs and probably the sheets under me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I slid my hand into his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. Fuck, it was bigger than I expected, veiny, and already leaking precum. He gasped but didn’t stop me.

“Eva… what are you doing?” he breathed, voice shaky. I pulled it out, stroked him slowly, then dropped down and took him in my mouth.

God, he tasted so good, salty, musky cock. I sucked him deep, slurping loudly, spit dripping down his shaft while my tongue swirled the head. His hands shook in my hair, hips twitching. I bobbed faster, taking him deeper until I gagged, throat squeezing tight around him, eyes watering as thick strings of spit ran down to his balls.

My own pussy was gushing now, wetness running down my legs in warm trails, the ache between my thighs turning into this desperate throbbing heat that made me moan around his cock. Every time he twitched in my mouth I felt a fresh rush of juice leak out of me. The power of having this boy on the edge made my clit pulse so hard I could barely breathe. I loved how his cock pulsed on my tongue, how his quiet moans turned into shaky gasps, how my spit and his precum mixed into a messy, slippery mess coating my chin.

“Fuck, Eva, that feels so good,” he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair. “I’m… I’m not gonna last.”

I bobbed faster, gagging myself harder, throat squeezing him, spit pooling on the sheets. My own pussy was gushing now, wetness running down my legs in warm trails.

Then he pulled me off gently, breathing hard. “Wait. I have to tell you something.” His face was bright red. “I’m… I’m a virgin.”

I grinned, pussy clenching hard at the confession, I have a way of finding them. Though, I was entirely surprised he was one of them.

“Good,” I whispered, climbing up to straddle him. “Then let me take care of you, baby.”

I teased him first, rubbing my dripping slit along his cock, coating him in my girl-cum, letting my clit grind against his head until he was whimpering.

“Feel how wet you make me?” I moaned, my juices making obscene wet sounds every time I slid over him.

The head of his cock nudged my entrance over and over, spreading my lips, teasing my clit until my thighs trembled and fresh slick poured out of me. My whole body felt electric. Every slow grind sent waves of heat through my pussy, making it clench and leak even more. I could feel how hard he was, how desperately he wanted to thrust up, but he let me control it. That power rush made me dizzy with need. My nipples ached, my clit throbbed, and my pussy felt so empty it almost hurt.

I finally sank down. His thick cock stretched my tight pussy with a loud squelch, filling me completely. I rode him slow at first, my little tits bouncing under the t-shirt, nipples hard as fuck. Then harder, my big ass slapping his thighs, bed creaking, my pussy creaming all over his shaft.

“Fuck, Alex, you feel so good,” I gasped, rubbing my clit while I bounced.

Every downward stroke sent his cock dragging along my walls, hitting that perfect spot deep inside that made sparks explode behind my eyes. My pussy gripped him so tight I could feel every vein, every twitch. The wet sounds were filthy, squelch after squelch as my slick coated his balls and ran down in shiny trails. I felt so full, so stretched, so completely owned by this boy who had been too shy to touch me for weeks. My clit rubbed against his base with every grind and the pressure built fast. Heat flooded my belly. My thighs shook.

I was so close but I wanted him to feel it first. I slammed down harder, rolling my hips, letting my pussy milk him until he groaned loudly and his cock swelled inside me.

“I’m gonna…” he warned, but I kept riding, slamming down until he exploded.

His hot cum flooded my pussy in thick spurts, filling me up so fast I could feel it already pushing back out around his cock. The warmth spread deep inside me, pulse after pulse, and it felt incredible. My pussy fluttered and contracted around him, milking every drop while my own cum mixed with his load