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"So, this is the place, huh? It's nice!"

Kayla offered to take Michael's coat and knapsack as he admired the apartment.

"Thanks," he said, appreciating her hospitality.

"Don't mention it." As he pulled his right arm out of his sleeve, Kayla jumped in to assist. Michael couldn't help but notice that one of her hands was on his biceps, squeezing gently, as the other took over and did the work for him, pulling the jacket off fully.

"So, you like it?" Kayla asked, gesturing towards the open space of the penthouse they stood in.

"Yeah, it's awesome! Such high ceilings. Guess it pays to have rich parents," he ended with a scoff. "So they're out of town all week?"

"Yup, till Sunday night. Four more days of living the life here on my own."

"And what a life it is," said Michael. "So," he went on, deliberately, "we should probably get to work, eh? Mrs. Anderson gave us more homework today than I swear any teacher has ever given us."

Michael and Kayla were in their last year of high school, just a few months away from graduating. He had just turned 18 a couple weeks ago, matching Kayla, who had one of the earliest birthdays in their grade all the way through childhood. Being born the day after New Years certainly solidified that.

The two of them had grown up together since grade three. Though it wasn't until high school started - and Michael had begun to develop - that Kayla started really seeing what kind of a man he was becoming. Broad shouldered; a few inches over the six foot threshold; rigid jawline; dirty blond hair in short, tight curls; lean, yet muscular, long legs on display any time he wore his shorts while circling the track after school; and teeth so white they drew anyone's attention from anywhere in any room.

You could say he was Kayla's sexual awakening. She would find herself distracted at school, and yearning desperately to get home and rub her clit while thinking of his godly features. She only let herself look at his pictures on rare occasion, as a treat. Truthfully, she didn't need to; just the thought of him - and sometimes the lingering smell after she had hugged him goodbye - was enough to get her over the edge quickly and intensely.

She was ready for this to be more than a fantasy. The few guys she had been with to try and quell this thirst for Michael never cut it. The experience she gained was helpful, but those experiences themselves were not what she needed. She needed Michael. And with her parents away for the week, this was her chance. She was going to get him.

Kayla always felt that she had the "assets" to attract pretty much any man to some degree. She prided herself on fitness and healthy living. Her long, brunette hair was usually tied in a ponytail. Her C-cup tits were one of the first signs of her impending womanhood at the time they grew. She was a mere 5'5". Ber ass wasn't necessarily big, but she liked the roundness of her hips, knowing they looked good in some thin sweats. Her skin was more pale than Michael's, who had a touch of an olive hue. Skincare routines, impeccable cleanliness, and a keen eye for current fashion trends - she was the envy of her whole friend group whenever they hung out after school when her style could really shine, free from the bland confines of the school uniforms they were forced to wear.

Speaking of, that reminded her of the first step in her plan.

"Yes, we should get to work," she expressed with a devious smile, if only apparent to her own subconscious. "I'm just gonna change out of this ugly, stiff garbage-wear and into something more comfy. You should do the same, too."

"Well, all I have is my gym clothes. I guess they're comfy. And don't worry, I didn't use them today!" he said with a smile.

"Perfect! Bathroom's right there."

And even if you did wear them, Kayla thought, that would've been just fine. She could already feel heat generating between her thighs.

She turned around quickly while she knew Michael was still looking in her direction and sauntered to her room, making sure to swing her hips as she went. Facing away from him, finally, she let a big smile creep on her face. She knew what was to come and she felt so, so naughty because of it.
 

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Kayla walked back out after having touched up her makeup and tying back her hair. She even ventured so far as to use one spritz of the perfume she saved for special occasions. Just enough to capture Michael's attention but not be overwhelming.

She had taken enough time getting herself ready for him that Michael was already changed into his gymwear and sitting at the desk in the corner of the room. All his school books were spread out across the wooden surface, and he was feverishly flipping through pages.

"There you are, mister. You know, when I said get comfy, I also meant you could relax on the couch," she said with a grin. "Homework could've waited."

"Well, what can I say?" he asked rhetorically. "I'm a geek." After a quick smirk, he got back to work.

Kayla could feel some frustration growing. He didn't even hardly look at me. She started to wonder if her skimpy aquamarine athletic shorts and tight fitting shirt were going to waste. No bra, her nipples were on display through only a thin sheet of fabric.

"Want a drink?" Kayla asked.

"Um, maybe just some water. Thanks."

She made her way to the kitchen which was on the opposite side of the open concept living area. Her ass was in perfect view for Michael while she rummaged around the fridge on her tip-toes pretending to take a long time to find him a bottle of water. She made sure to "check" the bottom shelf despite knowing it was on the top. She bent over and took an extra second or two to keep her perky butt posed just for him. There was no way of knowing if he was actually looking or not, but she was going to try everything she could to attract his gaze.

"Here you go," she said as she made her way back to him, handing him the bottle. "Sorry it took a minute, I didn't know where my dad had put them in the fridge. And it's a big fridge."

"No problem," he said, taking hold of it, "I was just going over the bio stuff from today anyways."

"Mm-hmm. So when are you parents expecting you back home?"

"I don't really have to be back at a certain time; perks of being a new adult! As long as it's nothing crazy late."

"We can always do that after," Kayla said, gesturing to the homework in front of Michael. "I feel so lazy." As she walked over to the couch, she proposed an offer to Michael: "Feel free to join me if you wanna take a break. Or if you just want to procrastinate like me."

"Sure thing," he replied. "Maybe in a minute."

Kayla waited. And waited. And waited some more. Many minutes had gone by and Michael clearly wasn't true to his word. She was beginning to get extremely miffed by his scholarly habits. The clock was ticking away, and every moment he sat at that desk doing schoolwork was another moment she wouldn't be fucking herself on his manhood. Another moment she wouldn't be losing herself in ecstasy. Another moment she wouldn't be cumming hard for him.

"So Michael," she said finally, in an effort to pull his attention away from books and onto her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, for sure." He didn't even look up.

After a brief pause, Kayla worked up the courage to ask. "Is there anyone at school you...like?"

Michael's head jolted upright and his eyes sprung wide open like a deer in Kayla's headlights.

"Um..." he stuttered, "um..."

"It's okay! You don't have to answer. I was just wondering. Take your time."

She had successfully backed him into a corner from which his only escape was answering that one simple question. As she waited for a response, she took a moment to let her eyes wander. Despite sitting in a chair, the immensity of his body was still apparent. His long, toned legs which she had fooled him into displaying just for her. The slow rising and falling of his chest which she could only dream of seeing bare. The allure of his thick shoulders popping from his shirt. The rosiness of his chiseled cheeks was delicious, proof that her question began to bring about a blush.

"Maybe one or two girls I think are cute."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

Michael began to laugh nervously as he stood up and walked to the window, gazing down at the street from many stories up. His plump and muscular ass was on full display to Kayla and it really started to turn her on exponentially more. She wanted him. She wanted him now.

Oh fuck, this is it.

Her dirty mind took over and she acted on raw instinct. Her hands did the work without a second guess.

What the fuck are you doing!?

She yanked down the collar of her shirt and pulled out one of her breasts. It squished up against the top of her chest as the tightness of the collar countered her action.

Oh my God. It just kicked in what a risk she was taking. My boob is out and he is right there.

Saying it to herself made it all the more real. Before this point, her pussy was certainly keeping itself slick. But now, she felt herself start to gush into her lacy panties knowing what a bad girl she was being.

Michael was still staring out the window.

Turn around! Or maybe don't. Oh shit, I shouldn't do this.

Her courage was slowly slipping away. She looked down to see her tit hanging out and a flood of embarrassment washed over her. Kayla quickly tucked her breast back into her shirt. Only a couple seconds later, Michael turned back around.

"You," he said to a now unwitting Kayla. "I like you."
 

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Kayla smiled widely.

"You like me?"

Michael quickly retreated. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

There was no way she was going to let this moment fizzle away. She made sure to keep him exactly where he was in his thoughts.

"No, I'm glad you said it. Why haven't you told me before? We've hung out so many times."

"I guess I was just...nervous," said Michael, rubbing the back of his neck making sure to avoid eye contact with Kayla. He went back and sat down at the desk and aimlessly pulled a book back in front of him.

Kayla knew he wasn't reading anything; he was much too anxious by the look on his face. It was incredibly cute to her. The twing in her gut only intensified and she knew it was time to chase down the feeling.

"Were you just waiting for me to make the first move?" she asked.

"I guess." He still wasn't looking her way even as she stood up and walked to the wall behind him.

"You know, traditionally, it's the guy who's supposed to."

"I know," he retorted almost immediately, "which is so stupid! I mean...I don't know. What if the guy is shy? And what if she doesn't like me back? That would be so humiliating. This is humiliating."

Kayla knew as well as anyone that half the girls about to graduate with Michael were into him; gossip spreads. They too were probably fantasizing about sneaking off into the back room away from all the parents and professors and undressing Michael except for his cap and gown. Taking charge by sitting him down and pulling his gown up and to the side to reveal a hard, hot cock. Mounting him and having sex in their cap and gowns, nothing else.

"You have nothing to be humiliated about," she reassured him.

Michael finally turned around, and when he did, his mouth dropped open. In the time he hadn't been looking, Kayla had let her naughty desires take complete control of her. Michael examined the scene as his focus made its way towards her, following the trail she had left for his astonished eyes. Her crumpled shorts were right by his feet. Next in line, her shirt, thrown to the opposite side. Her socks were even off her feet and laying on the floor close to her, showcasing two petite sets of pretty pink painted toes, something she had also done earlier just for Michael. As his eyes finally settled on the main exhibit, he really started to understand the depth of the situation. There stood a beautiful, sexy woman in all her feminine beauty, completely nude from head to toe. Lacy pink panties twirled around Kayla's finger, a devious smile on her face.

Silence permeated through the room for nearly half a minute. In that time, Kayla's pussy juice began to overflow from her folds and drip an inch down her left thigh. Just knowing that she was on full display, right now, for the guy she has been hot for for so long - it sent a wave of naughtiness through her body, forcing a shiver down her spine.

"Well?" she finally said.

"Kayla..."

"Yes?" she asked quickly, being sure to keep this from derailing, ensuring Michael would have to reveal exactly what was going through his head before he had a chance to second guess himself.

He had been staring directly at her breasts for a long time until he finally realized what he was doing and how wrong it felt to him. He slightly averted his gaze, looking just past her now. A naked woman still stood tantalizingly in his peripheral vision. Nervousness flooded his face and his colour began turning pink on its way to a full, bright red.

"Kayla, what are you doing?" he asked. The tone wasn't angry, just confused and matter-of-fact. It was obvious he was just trying to get to the bottom of a situation with which he was entirely unfamiliar. He'd never been in a situation such as this.

"The same thing I've been doing for the past hour," she replied, "seducing your clueless self." Her response was blunt but still playful. "I like you too."

She took a few steps towards him, hoping to redirect his eyes back onto her naked, slender frame. With a simple toss, the panties that were still warm from her own heat landed squarely on Michael's lap. He looked down and saw the definitive proof that he was driving Kayla crazy with just his presence - wetness, a lot of it. It was more than a patch, almost the whole pair of, albeit narrow, panties was seeped with this womanly squirt. There was so much of it, and all he did was be. Be around her. Be hot. A clearly visible tent began forming in his shorts, much to Kayla's delight and vindication.

"What do you wanna do to me?" she asked him. "You can do anything. Everything. For hours. I want you."

She stepped even closer to him. He was slouched on the chair enough that her hips were almost exactly at his eye level. Every step brought her slippery, throbbing cunt closer and closer to Michael.

He didn't say a word. He only gulped. His eyes were now focused right where she wanted them to be: between her thighs. Another step, another gulp. One more and her legs would be pressed up against his in his seat. That was a step she was thoroughly excited to take. When she did, she had minimized the distance between them as much as possible without straddling him.

Her soaking womanhood was mere inches from his mouth. Nothing sounded more appealing to Kayla then having Michael lean forward and meeting her lips. The thought made her knees wobble where she stood.

Oh my God, do it, you idiot stud.

The full-bodied aroma of her juice was flowing directly to his sensory cortex. She knew it was the only thing he could smell at this distance. The only thing he could focus on. And that was exactly her goal.

"I'm a..." he begun, "I haven't...um..."

"It's okay." She put a hand on one of his gorgeous arms. "Tell me."

She genuinely had no idea what he had started to say. That changed soon after, when he got the words out.

"I'm a virgin."
 

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A virgin!?!

"How is that possible?" Kayla asked the stud sitting in front of her. "Have you looked in the mirror?" She was bewildered.

"I, uh, I don't know." Michael said, practically in a whisper. His eyes were glued to Kayla's bare pussy, and he just couldn't seem to look away.

Kayla looked down to see a full hard-on poking desperately up against Michael's thin shorts. Surely, the garment were being stretched to the absolute limit. His cock strained visibly; it had to be giving him discomfort at this point.

"Like what you see, mister?"

Michael sat speechless, his head unconsciously bobbing back and forth only slightly in sheer disbelief.

"If I ask you a question," she prefaced, "will you answer me honestly?"

A brief nod of agreement followed by another gulp in his throat was all he could muster.

Kayla decidely went on as she asked him a question she thought about many, many times, "Have you ever wondered what my pussy looked like?"

Michael's eyes widened like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. He finally broke contact with her swollen cunt, looking up at her in a daze. The time it took him to respond sent pangs through Kayla's whole body. She needed to know.

"Be honest," she reaffirmed.

Sheepishly, Michael answered "yes. A lot." He diverted his line of vision straight back to the spot she wanted it.

"And? What do you think of the real thing?"

His response was a breathless "amazing."

"When you imagine it, tell me what you'd do."

After a pause, he tried cutting through embarrassment and forming a sentence.

"I..."

"Remember — honesty."

"I would...stroke myself."

"Stroke what? Tell me."

"My penis."

With that image in her head, Kayla got impossibly wetter. The juice continued to slowly run down both of her thighs. She could see Michael's eyes following the trail of each. She was wrong earlier; his cock jolted in his lap and pushed even further against the shorts that she was mentally taking off of him. Imagining what it would be like to finally take him in her mouth, whole. Taste his precum on the back of her tongue. Licking a path along the hot skin of his shaft. Using her hand to fondle him, moving that penis back and forth as she wished, exposing each subsequent area of his tool to which she wanted to give attention.

She had to mindfully snap herself out of this trance.

"I don't care that you're a virgin," she told him. Truthfully, the thought actually excited her, knowing that none of the other girls who lusted over him had beat her to the prize.

He began a reply. "But—"

"No," Kayla interrupted, "it doesn't matter. I want you to do what feels right right now. Do exactly what you wanna do. I already told that you could do anything you want to me."

Michael just continued to stare at her pussy blankly. A few seconds passed before she spoke again, further encouraging him.

"Just do whatever is going through your mind right this second. There's no wrong way. The only wrong way is not doing anything."

All of a sudden, Kayla saw a change. A naughty look washed over him. His demeanour switched on a dime. There appeared to be a hunger inside him. His breathing intensified and he began rutting. Something was happening. The shyness was going away, or at the very least it was hiding momentarily.

Kayla knew exactly what was about to happen.

Oh fuck yes.

Michael lunged forward and threw his arms around her, grabbing hold of two firm, little buttocks for leverage. He brought her hips directly towards his mouth, jerking her whole body forward, and finally, he immersed himself in her wet pussy.

"Oh fuck," Kayla practically shouted.

Her arms desperately found his shoulders for support after flailing unsuccessfully a couple of times. Michael was absolutely feasting on her cunt.

The only possible description she could think of was a make out session. He was making out with her lips, just not the ones you'd expect. His virgin mouth was attacking her. It was sloppy and unrefined, but she couldn't give a fuck. It was his eagerness that fully compensated, and then some.

His tongue was mauling her. His lips pulled at her folds. He was hitting every spot just so he didn't miss anything. All of a sudden, he flattened his tongue and started licking up and down her entire pussy. It was like she was an ice cream cone of his favourite flavour.

"Ohhh yeeeah," she said in a long, drawn-out hum. "Oh fuck yeah!" She was in full agreement with this method.

He just kept at it. Instinct took over, and he suddenly became a professional pussy eater.

"How do I taste? Tell me how I fucking taste," she demanded through half-gritted teeth.

"So fucking good," he admitted as he pulled away. "I can't believe this is happening. Am I doing a good job?"

"Yes," she purred. "Now keep going."

"If I'm not doing something right, just tell me. Okay?"

"Sure," she replied half-heartedly. Mild frustration was growing within her and her legs were trembling from the need which had its fulfillment temporarily halted. "You're doing just fine. Now please—"

"Because I've never done this before either. I know I told you I was a virgin, but maybe I wasn't clear. I've never done anything before. Not even this."

"Uh-huh..."

"So if there is something—"

His words were cut off instantly and turned into muffles as Kayla put her two hands on the back of his head and pulled him back into her needy cunt, successfully shutting him up.

"Just...keep...going!" she cried out.

She didn't yet relinquish his head, realizing for the first time how hot it felt to be in charge. To control the entire situation. To use his mouth for her pleasure.

Michael's mouth. Oh my God!

A shock wave rattled across her body, amplifying all the pleasure she was already feeling.

Her hands stayed on his head. More accurately, in his curly hair. She tightened her grip to bury him even deeper into her. The softness of each tuft was driving her wild. She always loved Michael's hair; turns out, she loved it even more being able to play with it while he ate her out.

"Keep licking!" she pleaded, despite the fact that he was doing just that. "Oh yes, keep fucking licking me!"

Michael is licking my pussy, she told herself. Michael is licking my fucking pussy!!!

"Ohhh myyyy Godddd!" she practically chanted.

The simple fact that Michael was the one between Kayla's legs was almost more erotic than anything he was actually doing. He didn't need to be skilled, he didn't need the perfect technique, he just needed to do this.

"Oh my God! You're gonna make me cum! For fuck's sake!"

She could feel the licking intensify in direct response. His eyes had shot open from their closed stance and lit up at those words. It was now undeniable just what he was doing to her body given her enthusiastic response and adamant confirmation.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh fuck!"

Her whole body shook and went limp. Michael picked up on this and supported his woman. She was his woman after all, if he wanted her.

She fell down onto him, legs splayed out around him and the chair. Their eyes met near inches from each other.

"You made me cum."

He smiled widely, his brilliant teeth showing.

"Hard," she added. Since her words were clearly adding to his excitement, she pressed further. "You just made a girl cum for you."

"Fuck..." he trailed off.

She was straddling him now and what happened next was inevitable. Kayla leaned in and kissed Michael deeply. They closed their eyes and got lost in the kiss. Gently, they suckled on each other's lips. Kayla let her tongue roam about the inside of his mouth, and she could taste the remnants of her own squirt. It was naughty. It was filthy. It made her gush even more in the aftermath thinking of just how hot it was.

As she broke the kiss, Michael's lips tried to go with her. They both laughed in unison, Kayla burying her head in Michael's shoulder for a moment.

"I have something to tell you," Michael said as he laid his head on the chair's headrest.

"What's that?"

"That was my first kiss."

Again, she was shocked.

"But you're so sexy," she told him. "You could've got any girl before this."

"It's hard when you're shy. Beyond shy. I think they need a new word for it. You had to make the move on me, that's how much of a loser I am."

"You're not a loser!" she yelled. "You're just not. In fact, you're a stud! And I'm gonna show you"—Kayla climbed off of him—"just how much of a goddamn fucking stud you are.

"Lift your butt," she instructed him as soon as she knelt down on the floor in front of him.

Once he obliged, she slowly slid his gym shorts along his muscular thighs, past his knees, and then down his beautiful calves till they were around his ankles, just as she had imagined doing. As she was about to do the same with his boxers, she realized something that made her chuckle.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"I just realized something."

"What?"

"Well—and I mean this to be good-natured!"

"Just say it," he ordered with a cheeky grin.

"You kissed pussy lips before you kissed actual lips."

The room was silent as they stared at each other with neutral expressions. Then, almost simultaneously, they both burst out laughing, showing just how comfortable they really were with each other. And just how right this really was.

To be continued.

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A virgin!?!

"How is that possible?" Kayla asked the stud sitting in front of her. "Have you looked in the mirror?" She was bewildered.

"I, uh, I don't know." Michael said, practically in a whisper. His eyes were glued to Kayla's bare pussy, and he just couldn't seem to look away.

Kayla looked down to see a full hard-on poking desperately up against Michael's thin shorts. Surely, the garment were being stretched to the absolute limit. His cock strained visibly; it had to be giving him discomfort at this point.

"Like what you see, mister?"

Michael sat speechless, his head unconsciously bobbing back and forth only slightly in sheer disbelief.

"If I ask you a question," she prefaced, "will you answer me honestly?"

A brief nod of agreement followed by another gulp in his throat was all he could muster.

Kayla decidely went on as she asked him a question she thought about many, many times, "Have you ever wondered what my pussy looked like?"

Michael's eyes widened like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. He finally broke contact with her swollen cunt, looking up at her in a daze. The time it took him to respond sent pangs through Kayla's whole body. She needed to know.

"Be honest," she reaffirmed.

Sheepishly, Michael answered "yes. A lot." He diverted his line of vision straight back to the spot she wanted it.

"And? What do you think of the real thing?"

His response was a breathless "amazing."

"When you imagine it, tell me what you'd do."

After a pause, he tried cutting through embarrassment and forming a sentence.

"I..."

"Remember — honesty."

"I would...stroke myself."

"Stroke what? Tell me."

"My penis."

With that image in her head, Kayla got impossibly wetter. The juice continued to slowly run down both of her thighs. She could see Michael's eyes following the trail of each. She was wrong earlier; his cock jolted in his lap and pushed even further against the shorts that she was mentally taking off of him. Imagining what it would be like to finally take him in her mouth, whole. Taste his precum on the back of her tongue. Licking a path along the hot skin of his shaft. Using her hand to fondle him, moving that penis back and forth as she wished, exposing each subsequent area of his tool to which she wanted to give attention.

She had to mindfully snap herself out of this trance.

"I don't care that you're a virgin," she told him. Truthfully, the thought actually excited her, knowing that none of the other girls who lusted over him had beat her to the prize.

He began a reply. "But—"

"No," Kayla interrupted, "it doesn't matter. I want you to do what feels right right now. Do exactly what you wanna do. I already told that you could do anything you want to me."

Michael just continued to stare at her pussy blankly. A few seconds passed before she spoke again, further encouraging him.

"Just do whatever is going through your mind right this second. There's no wrong way. The only wrong way is not doing anything."

All of a sudden, Kayla saw a change. A naughty look washed over him. His demeanour switched on a dime. There appeared to be a hunger inside him. His breathing intensified and he began rutting. Something was happening. The shyness was going away, or at the very least it was hiding momentarily.

Kayla knew exactly what was about to happen.

Oh fuck yes.

Michael lunged forward and threw his arms around her, grabbing hold of two firm, little buttocks for leverage. He brought her hips directly towards his mouth, jerking her whole body forward, and finally, he immersed himself in her wet pussy.

"Oh fuck," Kayla practically shouted.

Her arms desperately found his shoulders for support after flailing unsuccessfully a couple of times. Michael was absolutely feasting on her cunt.

The only possible description she could think of was a make out session. He was making out with her lips, just not the ones you'd expect. His virgin mouth was attacking her. It was sloppy and unrefined, but she couldn't give a fuck. It was his eagerness that fully compensated, and then some.

His tongue was mauling her. His lips pulled at her folds. He was hitting every spot just so he didn't miss anything. All of a sudden, he flattened his tongue and started licking up and down her entire pussy. It was like she was an ice cream cone of his favourite flavour.

"Ohhh yeeeah," she said in a long, drawn-out hum. "Oh fuck yeah!" She was in full agreement with this method.

He just kept at it. Instinct took over, and he suddenly became a professional pussy eater.

"How do I taste? Tell me how I fucking taste," she demanded through half-gritted teeth.

"So fucking good," he admitted as he pulled away. "I can't believe this is happening. Am I doing a good job?"

"Yes," she purred. "Now keep going."

"If I'm not doing something right, just tell me. Okay?"

"Sure," she replied half-heartedly. Mild frustration was growing within her and her legs were trembling from the need which had its fulfillment temporarily halted. "You're doing just fine. Now please—"

"Because I've never done this before either. I know I told you I was a virgin, but maybe I wasn't clear. I've never done anything before. Not even this."

"Uh-huh..."

"So if there is something—"

His words were cut off instantly and turned into muffles as Kayla put her two hands on the back of his head and pulled him back into her needy cunt, successfully shutting him up.

"Just...keep...going!" she cried out.

She didn't yet relinquish his head, realizing for the first time how hot it felt to be in charge. To control the entire situation. To use his mouth for her pleasure.

Michael's mouth. Oh my God!

A shock wave rattled across her body, amplifying all the pleasure she was already feeling.

Her hands stayed on his head. More accurately, in his curly hair. She tightened her grip to bury him even deeper into her. The softness of each tuft was driving her wild. She always loved Michael's hair; turns out, she loved it even more being able to play with it while he ate her out.

"Keep licking!" she pleaded, despite the fact that he was doing just that. "Oh yes, keep fucking licking me!"

Michael is licking my pussy, she told herself. Michael is licking my fucking pussy!!!

"Ohhh myyyy Godddd!" she practically chanted.

The simple fact that Michael was the one between Kayla's legs was almost more erotic than anything he was actually doing. He didn't need to be skilled, he didn't need the perfect technique, he just needed to do this.

"Oh my God! You're gonna make me cum! For fuck's sake!"

She could feel the licking intensify in direct response. His eyes had shot open from their closed stance and lit up at those words. It was now undeniable just what he was doing to her body given her enthusiastic response and adamant confirmation.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh fuck!"

Her whole body shook and went limp. Michael picked up on this and supported his woman. She was his woman after all, if he wanted her.

She fell down onto him, legs splayed out around him and the chair. Their eyes met near inches from each other.

"You made me cum."

He smiled widely, his brilliant teeth showing.

"Hard," she added. Since her words were clearly adding to his excitement, she pressed further. "You just made a girl cum for you."

"Fuck..." he trailed off.

She was straddling him now and what happened next was inevitable. Kayla leaned in and kissed Michael deeply. They closed their eyes and got lost in the kiss. Gently, they suckled on each other's lips. Kayla let her tongue roam about the inside of his mouth, and she could taste the remnants of her own squirt. It was naughty. It was filthy. It made her gush even more in the aftermath thinking of just how hot it was.

As she broke the kiss, Michael's lips tried to go with her. They both laughed in unison, Kayla burying her head in Michael's shoulder for a moment.

"I have something to tell you," Michael said as he laid his head on the chair's headrest.

"What's that?"

"That was my first kiss."

Again, she was shocked.

"But you're so sexy," she told him. "You could've got any girl before this."

"It's hard when you're shy. Beyond shy. I think they need a new word for it. You had to make the move on me, that's how much of a loser I am."

"You're not a loser!" she yelled. "You're just not. In fact, you're a stud! And I'm gonna show you"—Kayla climbed off of him—"just how much of a goddamn fucking stud you are.

"Lift your butt," she instructed him as soon as she knelt down on the floor in front of him.

Once he obliged, she slowly slid his gym shorts along his muscular thighs, past his knees, and then down his beautiful calves till they were around his ankles, just as she had imagined doing. As she was about to do the same with his boxers, she realized something that made her chuckle.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"I just realized something."

"What?"

"Well—and I mean this to be good-natured!"

"Just say it," he ordered with a cheeky grin.

"You kissed pussy lips before you kissed actual lips."

The room was silent as they stared at each other with neutral expressions. Then, almost simultaneously, they both burst out laughing, showing just how comfortable they really were with each other. And just how right this really was.

To be continued.

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Wow its a great read and the story is very good. Definitely love the story to continue.
 
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"And now"—as Kayla spoke, she grabbed hold of Michael's boxers from either side of the waistband—"it's time to take care of you."

Before the underwear came off, she wanted to tease him a little and also work to drive him mad.

"And let me tell you," she continued, "you deserve it after that. Don't you think?"

Michael reached up and rubbed the back of his head. "Uh...I guess."

The muscles in his raised arm were flexing beautifully, inducing a state of aphrodisia inside his lone observer. She had an adonis in front of her.

"No, no. You need to show me that you believe you deserve it."

"I deserve it," he said meekly, unconvincingly.

"Uh-uh," she rejected. "Do I have to remind you that you just made your first woman cum? Your mouth and your tongue and your hands on my ass—all of it. You. You made me orgasm against your lips." Her sly attempt was working, made obvious by the pulsating bulge inside his boxers, which had a life of its own. "Now I want you to tell me if you deserve it."

His chest puffed slightly. The look on his face grew determined and serious. This was it.

"Yes," he boomed, "I fucking deserve this."

"Uh-huh," she agreed, "tell me why, you fucking stud."

"Because I made you cum. Me."

"Say it again!" his personal cheerleader implored.

"I fucking made you cum!"

"Yeah? Say it again again, hunk."

Kayla was finally ceding. The waistband of Michael's boxers began to roll down his pelvic bone. His butt instinctually rose up off the chair in order for her to undress him fully, just like when she had slid down his pants.

"I gave you a fucking orgasm," he practically growled in response.

His underwear was now around his thighs, slowly but surely revealing a thick patch of pubic hair at the base of his rippled V-line.

The anticipation of the moment got to Kayla as much as it did Michael, despite all of it being designed by her for him. She could not believe that the moment had finally come for her to see what treat he had hidden away for her this whole time. She wanted to count the number of veins and trace them with her tiny fingertips. Her nails were painted pink to match her toes; she wanted to turn her hand over and drag one of those nails down his gorgeous shaft. She felt like she could burst into another series of orgasms just imagining it all.

The waistband finally revealed a thick rod emerging from a base covered with carefully trimmed pubes. His noteworthy housekeeping was finally getting a chance to be admired.

Kayla stopped her actions. "Keep talking and I'll keep going."

Michael looked down into her soul and spoke. "I made your pussy cum all over my face. I know you loved it so much. I did that." A wicked smile grew.

Kayla continued, satisfied. The waistband kept going. And going.

Holy fuck! Where does this end!?

The finale was here. Around seven inches of long, rock-solid cock was almost entirely exposed. With one last tug on Kayla's part, the uncut head was freed and sprung up proudly into the air.

The musk intoxicated her instantly.

"Oh my fucking God," she muttered. "I fucking love your cock. It's beautiful. Oh fuck. I never thought a dick could be beautiful but this is!" she admitted after taking it in her hand an flapping it around. "The skin is so soft and warm. Oh yeah. It's making me wet, Michael. Do you hear me?"

He simply nodded.

"Just looking at your thick penis is turning me on so much," she added.

All he could do was grunt and breathe unsteadily. The sole focus was her lips. Knowing what she was about to do was making him start to literally squirm in his seat.

"You're a stud." Kayla went on showering praise his way, knowing how riled up it was getting him.

Altogether, she yanked his pants and those useless boxers off his ankles and tossed them aside. His socks followed, revealing feet she couldn't even deny were sexy too.

Everything is sexy about him.

Only one lonely article of clothing remained donned between the two of them: Michael's shirt. Kayla reached up and grabbed hold of the bottom, crumbling it in her fist a little.

"Take this off now. I want you naked too."

He happily—and speedily—obliged her request. He tossed it over in the corner of the room, which now became temporary housing for every piece of attire they previously wore. It was almost symbolic; they shed their clothes and threw them aside in one small, dark portion of the room, and now they had the entire rest of the 2,300 square foot apartment to explore. And it would be explored naked, freely, and without reservation.

Kayla had to actively pull her attention away from his tanned and toned torso to place focus back on his magnificent cock. There was just so much to admire about his body. The protruding abs would surely have to be revisited. For now, she remembered her mission: repayment for her blissful climax.

"Michael," she said in a whimper, "I want your penis.

"Tell me what I should do next," she instructed, hoping he wouldn't notice that it was really her guiding him. Although Kayla knew exactly what he was going to say, she just wanted to make him feel special.

He stared silently, chest now heaving.

"Go on," she encouraged once more.

"Okay...I want a...um...a blow job."

"Yeah, but that's not telling me what I should do."

His cock was perpendicular to the ceiling as if it had some kind of magnetic pull reinforcing it.

"Say exactly what you wanna say," reiterated Kayla.

Finally, he spoke his naughty truth.

"Kayla, I want you to put your mouth around my cock and suck it."

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Knowing that she was about give Michael his first ever blow job absolutely exhilarated Kayla. Once again, it elicited a strong sense of naughtiness knowing that she had beaten all the girls who liked him as much as her. She won. She presented herself as an ideal sexual mate and was being rewarded with a thick, smooth penis to be only hers.

Finally, Michael had told Kayla what he wanted her to do. He instructed her to put his cock in her mouth and suck it, and she wasn't going to waste a second displeasing her muse. What she was going to do was tease him to start off the next part of their escapade. Kayla was going to make this the best thing Michael would ever experience, or else die trying.

Her little hand wrapped around Michael's robust shaft, the fingers barely able to touch. Like voodoo, she felt her pussy clench as soon as his cock was in her grasp. She was sure that she'd be experiencing just as much pleasure sucking his dick as she'd be giving to him. It was a release of intense sexual frustration which she had amassed after all this time not having him. Now, everything was coming true; it was triggering delirium and euphoria and she hadn't even gotten him wholly yet.

"Your cock is so big," Kayla cooed, knowing exactly how to best stroke a man's ego. "I love it. I can't wait to use your cock to make myself cum. It's gonna feel so good. I've never seen a dick this big before."

The last part was only a half-truth; she had certainly seen bigger members in porn, but never experienced any as big as Michael's in reality. She was more than ready for what she anticipated to be a challenge with rewards of unimaginable reaches.

Her hand slowly pumped up and down, watching as the skin of his trunk alternated between bunching up and releasing at either end. A little faster, she decided.

"Oh God," Michael uttered. The look on his face was a combination of perplexity and distilled pleasure. It was as if he knew why it was feeling so good, but couldn't decipher the "how."

The cheeks Kayla stared up at were quickly turning red once again today, at the same speed of her strokes. His pupils started to roll and give way to the white of his eyes.

"Kayla..." he moaned. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum."

While Michael probably thought she should be disappointed to hear that, it actually engendered a massive flood of pride within her.

Hmm, maybe he's not the only one with an ego.

"Cum for me, Michael." As desperately as she wanted to taste his penis, she loved the fact that he could hardly control himself long enough for the hand job to turn into a blow job.

Michael began breathing through pursed lips, trying feebly to stop the velocity with which his pleasure was progressing. He looked like a park-goer on the way up a roller coaster, dangerously close to the peak.

"But..." he said with a confliction, "I can't cum so fast."

Her hand shot like a rocket, albeit one unsure of its takeoff—up, down, up down.

"It's okay," she advised him. "You're going to cum so many different ways. This is just the start. Cum for me right now like a good, good boy," Kayla purred.

With those words, Michael fell straight over the edge. Thick ropes of semen volted out of his penis one after the other. Kayla's furious movements jerked his cock around in such a manner that it ensured his cum was shooting every which way. Two gobs fell to the floor next to them. A splat landed on Michael's abs, slowly dripping down, hindered only by its own viscosity, where it would accumulate along with a larger pool of cum at the base of his throbbing dick. A majority shot all over Kayla's hand. The last volleys were less ambitious, simply squirting out of his wide cock head and overflowing past the rim onto his shaft.

Kayla had found a treasure trove not to be wasted. In an act of pure, unadulterated lust, her hand removed itself from Michael's dick and made its way up towards her mouth. Staring straight into Michael's eyes, she stuck out her tongue and began licking his sperm off her hand.

Michael was astonished. "Wow," he managed, breathlessly.

The taste was enough to drive her wild. Out of the few blow jobs she had given, she hadn't ever tasted the man's product. She always finished them off by pulling her mouth away, jacking their cocks, and cleaning herself up once they blew their load. Something about Michael's cum, however, made her yearn to lap it up.

She thought how it was true what they say—it is a little salty. It's thick like molasses. The idea of having Michael's cum in her mouth made her pussy flood once again. She knelt there licking all of his cum off her hand, feeling her pussy gush the entire time.

"Looks like I missed some," Kayla teased, leaning forward to do something extra hot. Michael's eyes widened as he realized what she was about to do.

All of a sudden, Kayla's lips were around the head of Michael's cock, sucking off the layer of cum that sat atop and that which spilled over the edge.

The instant aftershocks of orgasm caused Michael's body to jolt several times. The sensitivity was alarming. As Kayla did her work, his largs hands gripped the armrests of the chair.

"Fuck!" he shouted, adding an extra syllable to the word. His leg muscles were contracting hard as the nerves of his cock lit his body on fire.

Kayla removed her mouth after a couple more seconds, during which Michael endured a few additional waves of pleasure. He had also expelled a few more gushes of semen into Kayla's mouth, and echoed a few more obscenities throughout the room.

As she pulled away, Kayla observed the scene; the only cum remaining was on his abdomen and around the trimmed base of his shaft. Without hesitation, Kayla reached her hand out towards his stomach and traced a path down the beautiful muscles hiding just underneath his skin. Eventually, her fingers trod through a stream of sticky cum. It gave her an idea naughtier than anything she had ever thought to do to herself.

Kayla made sure her fingertips were coated in Michael's batter, even scooping up a little extra as she finally lifted her hand off of his torso. Covered in cum, she lowered her hand straight down to her pussy.

Michael's eyes were agape, as was his mouth. His now limp cock was already stiring again at the sexual display before him. Thwy were like two animals in the wild doing everything they can to attract a prized mate.

His eyes followed her hand as if nothing else in the universe mattered at that very moment. Nothing did, to either of them. They needed sex and pleasure and they were going to achieve their goals. Nothing could derail this evening.

Kayla's cum-laden hand finally found her pussy, and she started rubbing his sperm on her clit.

"Oh yes!" she moaned, largely for Michael's benefit.

She fondled her clit from side to side, covering it with cum.

"I'm gonna fucking cum again," she told him.

No words came out of Michael's mouth. He just looked on in amazement. His cock was semi-hard already.

"Oh Goddd," she moaned, starting to really make herself feel good. Her reaction was no longer a simple ruse for Michael's benefit. Real pleasure was beginning to return.

She rubbed her clit even faster as she kept talking to Michael.

"I'm rubbing your cum all over my pussy! Oh fuck yes!"

The cum started to mix with her pussy juice. She reached back up and scooped up more of his cum from the bottom of his cock, and immediately brought her hand back to her clit, her unique form of lube replenished. Desperately, she went on a mission to cum for the second time.

Kayla's right hand remained on her clit, while her left found its way to her tits. lt alternated between the two, pulling at and pinching her hard nipples. Her eyes were closed now as she began to lose herself in wave after wave after wave of pre-orgasmic ecstasy.

"Ughhh! Oh...oh yesss!"

Her head rolled limp from shoulder to shoulder as a white heat overtook her body. She kept abusing her tits, each second feeling better than the last.

Kneeling in front of her crush, Kayla was masturbating.

The muscles in her thighs started to tremble. Her torso began to jerk back and forth. The sounds generated by her vocal chords were now unintelligible. This exact state carried on for almost a minute. She forgot where she was until she opened her eyes to see Michael staring at her in awe. It was then that she realized that possessing knowledge of where she was only served to spur her on.

Every instinct was fought against, and she managed to break through the muffled noises that were coming out of her to form an actual sentence. What she said next showed that her request was based on her deepest desires.

"Michael," she begged, "suck them." She squeezed one of her breasts and directed it at him.

Michael quickly got up off the chair and pushed it to the side. He knelt down in front of her, their naked bodies on full display for each other. Hesitation overtook him, and he froze still.

"Suck my tit!" Kayla demanded, her other hand still furiously whacking her pussy again and again.

Michael obliged instantly. Leaning down, his mouth took in her perky tit.

"Fuck!" Kayla screamed.

His tongue swirled around her nipple and sucked it deep.

"Oh my God! You're gonna make me cum again! I'm using your cum to rub my pussy!" she shouted.

Suddenly, her body tensed up until it fully locked. Vibrations swarmed her from head to toe and a sharp screech escaped from her lungs. A vicious orgasm was tearing through her and Michael's tongue was unrelenting against her sensitive nipple. Her hand kept flicking her clit, faster than ever.

"Yes!" she screamed out in pleasure. "I'm cumming like a whore!"

Her words shocked even her, but they only added to the earth-rattling orgasm that was ripping her apart.

Her left hand—now replaced by Michael's mouth on her boob—found its way back into his luscious hair, needling through every lock she could, heightening the intensity and duration of her pleasure.

Kayla rode out the last moments of her orgasm, suddenly realizing that it was the best orgasm she had ever felt.

"Oh my God," she cried out as the sensitivity finally became overwhelming enough to force her to stop playing with herself. She used her grip on Michael's hair to gently pull him off her breast.

He straightened his back and their faces were in front of each other, his slightly higher due to the difference in height. A kiss followed, just like with her previous orgasm. It offered security and intimacy. It was everything she wanted it to be and everything she needed in that moment.

"Follow me," Kayla said, grabbing Michael by the hand.

They stood up together, still holding on. Kayla tried to steady herself as her legs became jelly-like, before Michael stepped in and grabbed her by the hips. He leant down and kissed her again. They lost themselves in it for more than an entire two minutes.

After the main kiss ended, Kayla continued to peck at his lips over and over as she once again grabbed his hand and led him to a back room of the apartment. They couldn't keep their hands off each other in any capacity.

Kayla turned on a lamp to the dimmest setting, illuminating the dark room just enough to see each other but keep the tone romantic.

"This is my bedroom," she told him. He smiled down at her, watching one slowly creep onto her face as well.

"Now," she began, pushing Michael's naked form against the wall, "how about that blow job?"

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Wow thank you to all of you! Feel free to mention your favourite parts, I'm really curious. Part 7 is coming soon! :)
I loved the part that she first saw his dick with all its glory (length, thickness, veins, pubes, and smell included) oh it made me horny!