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I’ve never been with a woman before, so I have no idea what their mating rituals are like, but judging by her blown out pupils and triggered peaks, I assume I’m on the right track.
“You ready, bed bug?” I breathe, ignoring my racing heart and trembling body. She nods, giving me a precious smile. “Alright, I’m going in.”
“Wait!” she cries, freezing me in place. “Is it going to hurt?”
Yes, likely.
Instead of saying that, I give her a firm look and grip her calves. “I won’t let it.”
“But—”
I squeeze her gently. “I’ve got you.”
And I do. I’ll do everything in my power to keep her from being in pain. In fact, I’ll do my damndest to make this the best cavity search she’ll ever experience in her goddamned life.
Jealousy tingles in my belly. The only cavity search she’ll ever experience. Unless she ends up loving it. If that’s the case, she can reenact this scenario whenever she wants, but she’ll be reenacting it with me.
Something on my face must finally settle her nerves because her shoulders push back and she firms up her squat. With a jerked nod, she says, “Okay. Frisk me, Freddikins.”
I flick the headlamp on and exhale slowly.
Under the hood I go.
The realization that these are the last few seconds I’ll have as a pure man, hits me hard and I have to force myself not to panic.
You can do this, Fred. You’ve seen the textbooks. You’ve been dreaming of this day for twenty years.
I roll the dolly between her spread thighs, careful not to bump her large feet. The shirt acts as a sort of cotton veil, shrouding my world from the majestic unknown. It grazes my face, tickling me. And then, I’m there. Between Story’s thighs, breathing in her swampy warmth as I gaze upon the most incredible sight I’ve ever beheld. Between the position and bright light, I can see everything.
Hmm….she’s a natural peach head, then. Cute.
Her cunt-aloupe is darker than I expected, even with the bush of pale curls dusting her folds. Between them, Story’s tunnel of love is slightly gaping. Unfortunately, without digging in, I can’t see inside her darkened cave, so I turn my attention to the rest of her, committing the sight to memory. There’s a mole on her left lip and a few ingrowns near her nub, but to me, she’s perfect. Breathtaking. Awe washes through me and without my permission, my eyes cloud over.
“Wow,” I breathe, sniffling my tears away. Only, I catch a whiff of something unexpected. Something new yet familiar. Something mouthwatering. For some reason, it reminds me of her thong. I groan, my cock harder than it’s ever been. “Goddamn.”
“What?” She cries. “Is something wrong? Is it gross? Fuck. I knew I should have washed up. Here! I’ll shower first!”
She shifts and my hands jolt out, gripping her hips to still her movements. “Stay!” I bark. “Mine!”
Story stills. “Wh-what?”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I take a deep breath, filling every crevice of my lungs with her fragrance. Sweet, tangy, slightly damp with a sour note. If I could, I’d bottle it up and wear it as cologne. A growl slips free from my chest. No. Hell no. Then other men would smell her. Would want her. Absolutely not. She may need to wear odor-blocking diapers from here on out.
I nod sharply. I’ll pick some up.
“You’re freaking me out, Fred.” She whimpers, and it’s then that I notice her thighs are trembling. Shit. This squat must be killing her. “You’re too quiet. Say something!”
Clearing my throat, I force my brain and body to cooperate. “Everything is fine, baby.”
I flick my gaze to her puckered hole. It’s time for business. We can play later.
Her chocolate starfish is wrinkled and pink, delicate almost. There’s a small amount of hair covering it, and I’ll need to maneuver things to get a good look.
“I’m going to inspect you now,” I murmur, working through the best way to do this. “Tell me if anything hurts. I’ll be gentle.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, though, so you can be rough with me.”
I pause, my hands stilling mid-air. “Rough?” Why does my throat sound like I’ve choked on gravel? “I don’t want to—”
