"Get on the bed," she said.
Phil didn't know what to do. All his life he'd ruined chance after chance to get ahead by falling into sex. Somebody's wife, somebody's sweetheart, or some of his students. On this trip East he'd sworn to put business before pleasure. Now this.
As long as she pumped on his blade he was willing to stand there and let nature take its course. He was crazy to shoot off his load. But now she stopped and crudely walked him to the bed by pulling on his cock so he had to follow. It was the cruelty of innocence, as if she could not release the wonder organ that her father had kept her away from all her life.
He went to the bed. He sat on the bed. She sat beside him.
"You have a c-cock," she said. "I have a c-cunt. I can hardly say the word. I call it my box." She actually blushed. She opened her legs and before his horrified eyes stroked her delicate pink instrument to make her fingers gleam with girl essence. Her cunt was as swollen as his prick.
She anointed his blade with her warm girl oils. He fucked up lusciously into her fist, smelling musk, thrilling, crazed for sex.
"Prin… princess in a locked tower," he said.
"What?"
"Nothing. Let's get back to my cock and your cunt." He groaned. This birds and bees stuff was going to put him right back in the dark hole, like with Maddy.
"Cu… box!" she cried. "That word's so sexy! I wish I could say it."
She jumped up and straddled his lap. While he stared at her in horror and delight, she fitted her cunt to his cock and sat on his stiffness. His prong immediately nudged into her about an inch and stopped, hitting her hymen. He felt her slick oils. He felt her intense inner body heat. His entire cock head was gripped tightly by her virgin opening. Great thrills of desire-joy swept up his body. He was on fire to grab her hips and fuck her deeply, crazily.
"I… ahhhh!" he moaned.
"Oh, we won't do anything," she promised him. "I'm just learning things. Ah. Eeee! Yes, I'm just putting things together."
She bounced a little. He almost died. Somehow both his hands pressed tightly against the richest naked globes he'd ever touched. Hot, hard nipples dug at his palms. Jelly-firm breast flesh warmed his hands. He sweated. He moaned. As she jiggled he felt a slight tearing of her maidenhead.
It was too much. He grabbed her shoulders and forced his mouth on those flaired lips, feeling soft flesh, wetness, sensing her sweet, young breath. He ruthlessly drove his tongue into her mouth.
Blue eyes shot wide. For a second his tongue reamed her silken mouth, trying to fuck down her throat. Silken saliva laved and smeared him. He thrilled.
She jerked free, sputtering. "What did you do that for? That's repulsive! Ughhhh!" She shook her head. He could see the fast beat of her pulse in her throat. Her lovely face was pink with the blush of sexuality.
He gripped her hips and dug his prick against her hymen. It tore some more. She jerked and gave a small scream, while his ruthless cock throbbed happily and he felt the exultation of virgin blood run down his shaft.
He was pretty well imbedded in her cunt. Maybe two glorious inches.
"I thought we weren't going to do anything," she whined. "It hurts."
"That's right. We have to stop," he said. God! But he was right. One tiny, stainless steel thread of reason held his pleasure-crazed body back. He must not wreck this trip East with stupid sex, not even with this princess, not even with a virgin. He'd had virgins. He'd had Maddy. There'd been a few others.
She got up off his lap. They both stared down at her crotch, silently watching a thrilling trickle of blood join the gleam of her sex-welcoming oils on her satin inner thighs.
She put her finger just inside her cunt lips and made a circular motion. She moaned.
"That's my sex center, isn't it?"
"Clitoris, yes." He swallowed and felt his breath rushing in his throat. God, what a sweet agony.
"It feels so great there. Your penis felt great in my cu… box."
"Cunt."
"Oh, heavens. If you say that word again, I'll die!"
She fell back on the bed, legs wide apart. Phil felt he was the one who was about to die. He thought she might be somehow seducing him, yet that didn't make sense. She had the most authentic hymen he'd ever encountered. She was a total virgin.
"I have to learn," she said. "It's my one chance in a lifetime. Dad'll keep me a virgin till I'm forty and dried up. Put it back in."
"Put it back in? Listen, Flair, if I do your maidenhead is gone."
"Nonsense. Put it back in."
He looked down at her virginal beauty, soft face, voluptuous body, those high, perfect breasts, those thrilling hips and thighs and the steel restraint snapped. He mounted her. He dug his cock back into her cunt. He shoved. She gasped as more gristle gave way and more blood flowed. He grunted as he felt the exquisite pleasure of deflowering this beauty.
"Ouch. Say the word."
"Cunt."
"Uh!" This time she bucked on his prodder and more tearing took place. "Ohhhh," she cried. "I can't stand it."
"I think I can stop. Otherwise it's a fuck."
"Uh!" She bucked once more on his penis. Evidently that word also stirred her.
"Cunt," he said.
"Uh!" she went. Her eyes were shining as her face grimaced with pain. More hymen went. The blood flowed now.
"Oh, Jesus, Goddam, fuck your cunt!" he cried and cruelly rammed his cock against her maidenhead with fury. She screamed and came off the bed, her buttocks squeezing, her belly tense to his as he battered her gristle away and sank deep into her tunnel.
"Stop!" she ordered. "I can't stand it!"
He stopped. He was half worn out with the thrills and rushes of delight in his belly from pronging against this thick hymen. Now he had five of his seven inches buried in that ripe but tight belly and to all intents and purposes she had been fully deflowered.
She looked up at him and seemed dazed.
"We can't go on. Your thing is eight inches long and two inches around."
"Seven. Only an inch and a half."
"We have to stop."
"Cunt," he teased her. "I want your cunt."
She suddenly locked her legs around his back and gave a series of heavenly sex bunts on his prodder. His cock oozed in until it lightly touched her womb wall.
"You're fucked!" he gasped, his prick dry-throbbing madly. He almost fainted from the intense heat, the sweet friction, the surging throw desire in his guts. He'd never had such sex pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh," she went, thrusting on his cock, impaling herself. Mixed blood and oil gave fabulous service to his sliding shaft. Her eyes got big. She began to lift under him. She was so strong that she could lift his weight.
"Something's going to happen!" she cried.
He was astounded. Most girls did not enjoy deflowerment, nor have orgasms that first time. Not at the moments of battering.
He grunted and began to rock his prick rapidly in and out of her tight cunt.
"Phil!" she cried.
He could not help her in this exquisite moment of fast prick friction. He was totally lost in the sweet, hot flesh, the enveloping, satiny package of her body and especially in that tight little deflowered heaven she called her box.
"Uh, uh, uh, Flair. Want you… want your body, your being," he gasped, flexing and ramming her wildly.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Her big body strained up, locked and her cunt went into spasms. Throb, throb, throb. She sighed and fell back on the bed, only to shoot up again, buttocks tight, loins grinding his. Throb, throb, throb.
"Ahhhhhh," she keened.
He could've expected it. A magnificent body like this would produce fierce, healthy girl orgasms. He drove her through her pleasure spasms while she whined and keened and throbbed, finally to fall back under him on the satin spread, exhausted, face shining with moisture, eyes dazed.