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Too Big for the Virgin

By Nixie Fairfax

Copyright 2018 by Nixie Fairfax

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This work contains explicit sexual content and is intended for adults only. All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

They were making out on Sophie’s bed, and the sheets and their clothes were rumpled and askew, when Sophie broke off the latest in a series of long, lingering French kisses and looked up at Tristan, a strange, bright shine in her big blue eyes that was equal parts fear, desire, and determination. Her long blonde hair formed a tangled golden halo on the pillow around her.

“Tristan, I…” She bit her lower lip and blushed shyly. “I think I’m ready.”

Tristan pushed himself up a little and looked down at her in surprise.

“You mean…”

She nodded. “I’m ready to do it. With you. Now.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I know this’ll be your first time and all…”

“I’m sure. My mom’ll be gone the rest of the evening. We’ve got the whole house all to ourselves. This is the perfect opportunity. And I want it. I want you.” She cupped his chiseled cheeks in her soft palms and gazed smolderingly and adoringly into his dark-brown eyes.

“Oh, Soph,” he sighed, peppering her face and throat with kisses. “I want you, too. I want you so bad.” Emboldened, he ground his pelvis against hers more vigorously than she normally let him. As the jeans-sheathed bulge of his erection slid against her crotch, she stiffened with a gasp, then clamped her teeth on his earlobe.

“Oh, Tristan,” she breathed into his ear. Her hands slid down his back and gave his firm butt a hearty squeeze.

He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, then unhooked her bra, baring her big, plushly trembling breasts. Tristan sucked each pert red nipple till Sophie was writhing with desire and her pelvis kept lifting off the bed, wanting him. He could feel her heart beating hard and fast through the wall of her chest.

He planted a line of kisses down her smooth, creamy belly as he peeled off her jeans, leaving her clad in only a pair of white panties whose crotch bore an immodest damp line that revealed the intensity of her arousal. He nuzzled the soft, squishy flesh through the sodden cotton, feeling the little pebble of her clitoris shift under the pressure of his nose. Sophie moaned and bucked her hips, impatient, imploring.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and slowly, teasingly, peeled them off, uncovering her virgin pussy: a tight slit between two puffy pink lips that kind of resembled a hamburger bun turned on end. She kept her golden pubes trimmed to a close-cropped isosceles triangle, an arrow pointing straight at her clit, her slit.

She was breathing hard, nearly panting with excitement and nervousness, as he kissed and tongued the folds of her vulva, finally zeroing in on her clitoris, which he lapped and sucked till it was fully engorged and erect, protruding lewdly from its pink hood.

“Oh, God, Tristan,” she whimpered, squirming, as the tingles from her throbbing clit coursed all through her, filling her with insatiable horniness the like of which she had never felt before. “I want you. I want you now.”

He kissed his way back up her body, ending his tour with a long, passionate kiss on the lips. While their tongues slid wetly against each other, Sophie undid Tristan’s jeans with eager, shaking hands, then pulled them and his underwear down.

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