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 was 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 decidedly 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?"