Anzelli's First Surrender
"Hah... mm... smack!" I kissed Anzelli, softly laying my hand on her shoulder to slip off her clothes made of delicate fabric.
Whoosh... Her garments naturally fell open. Unlike modern clothes tailored precisely to the body, these were loose and billowy, making them all the easier to remove.
"Eek! You really... mean to...?"
Anzelli said it, but she offered almost no resistance. If anything, her eyes betrayed a longing to surrender to the moment. She'd kept her clothes from fully exposing her breasts, but she hadn't stopped me from undressing her otherwise.
"If you don't want it, I'll stop anytime."
"...I... don't... hate it... it's just... so sudden..."
"Don't tense up. Just relax."
Smoothly, I stroked her hair into place as I spoke.
"I'll move your hand."
Swoosh...
"Ah..."
I took the hand that had been holding back her slipping clothes and gently set it aside. Her garments finally cascaded down, revealing her pristine white breasts.
Anzelli wore no undergarments. But the loose, somewhat thick fabric had shrouded her body well enough that nothing had shown through.
Even clothed, her cleavage had proudly displayed that valley between. Massive in size, evoking fullness and abundance... a violently erotic beauty at odds with her pure heart.
Flawless as fresh snow, her nude form stirred awe like beholding the Garden of Eden. Atop those peaks sat plump, peach-hued fruits, ripe and tempting—as if one bite would flood my mouth with fruity sweetness.
"Ugh... don't stare... so much..."
Her face flushed deeper than ever before. Anzelli raised her arms to cover her breasts, but even with both hands, flesh spilled over top and bottom.
I wanted to touch them. To cup those overflowing handfuls, roll the pink nipples between my fingers.
No need to hold back.
I gently brushed her arms aside and grasped her breast. Or rather, my hand sank into it.
Soft yet resilient, it filled the gaps between my fingers as I squeezed.
Lick!
"Hya?!"
I licked her breast lightly, wetting it. Nipples were too sensitive without lubrication; it could hurt otherwise.
I did the same to the other side, then grazed my index finger over them for soft stimulation.
"Ugh... ah?... This feels... so weird..."
Overwhelmed by the novel pleasure from her breasts, Anzelli fidgeted restlessly. I drew close for another kiss, continuing the caress.
"Smack... mm... haa..."
"More kisses?"
"Yeah... keep going... hup... haa..."
Whenever I kissed her, Anzelli's eyes glazed over in a haze, and she turned adorably clingy. I suckled her tongue lightly while shifting my caressing hand lower.
Swoosh... swish...
I nudged aside the still-clinging lower garments and placed my hand on her thigh.
"Hup!... Smack..."
Slowly, so as not to startle her too much, I slid my hand downward.
Twitch!
At last, my hand reached Anzelli's mound. But where hair should have been... smooth skin alone.
She wasn't the type to shave it all off, so it must be natural.
"Chuu... huu... d-don't... touch it like that... please... it's too embarrassing..."
And moreover...
"You're wet."
"Huh? N-no way! Eek?!"
Squelch!
"Very."
"R-really? Ugh... ah..."
I proved it by rubbing my fingers lightly against her slick folds, producing the lewd sound. Anzelli slapped both hands over her face at the noise from her own pussy.
Women rarely notice their own arousal until their panties are soaked through.
"If you cover your face like that, I can't kiss you."
"..."
Swoosh...
At the mention of kissing, she obediently lowered her hands. Her eyes avoided mine; her blush left nowhere untouched. Utterly adorable.
Instead of kissing, I moved my face toward her crotch.
"Kyaa?! D-don't look!"
Startled, Anzelli covered my eyes. Rather than force her hand away, I laid mine over hers, massaging her knuckles soothingly—as if to reassure her.
"...Y-you really wanna see it that bad?"
"I do."
"Uwaaang... I-I don't know anymore..."
She finally relented, lifting her hands from my eyes.
Her pussy lay right before me, inches away. Exquisitely rare.
This is...
Why do they call the outer labia "lips"? Because a woman's folds resemble them in form.
Most outer labia part slightly. But Anzelli's were tightly sealed, like softly closed lips—a trait seen only in certain Western porn stars.
Beautiful. Yet a forbidden thrill tinged the sight, as if gazing where I shouldn't.
Given her Western heritage, such rarity among Eastern women was no surprise.
"I-is it... weird? Why're you staring without saying anything..."
"It's too pretty."
"Hngut...!"
Sliiiide...
"Ack?! Wh-what're you... doing..."
I parted her sealed outer labia with my fingers. Hidden within emerged delicate, pale pink inner lips—untouched, pristine hue that made one doubt she'd ever masturbated.
Already glistening from her juices, they shone. Her natural scent, like her saliva, infused the slick nectar: fresh as a spring flower field, mingled with the musky lewdness of arousal, teasing my nose.
I couldn't hold back. I extended my tongue for a taste.
"Hyaaah! Th-that... nooo..."
I pointed my tongue, tracing her inner folds' wrinkles. Sometimes flicking her clit as I pleasured her.
"Huaa!..."
When I probed her entrance, her pussy clenched around my tongue greedily. Toes and fingertips curled tight, fighting the brain-melting stimulation.
Anzelli had talent. For feeling pleasure.
Teasing her hooded clit with swirling licks...
"Huuuuuhhh!!"
Her pale thighs and hips quivered violently.
Time to use my idle hand. I coated my fingers in her juices, rubbing her entrance lightly. My tongue kept stroking her clit.
First time for her—I wanted to minimize any foreign sensation from penetration.
"Eek! Wha—ack? F-fingers...?"
My finger circled her entrance before slowly slipping inside. The walls gripped and released in spasms at the rubbing sensation.
Warm. A cozy heat just past 98.6°F enveloped my digit.
So soft inside; I advanced slowly to avoid harm, seeking her sensitive spots.
"Hyat?! Wh-what was that just now... eek?!"
"Here? This spot?"
"Ugh! Too intense..."
Her pussy was ready for my cock. Aroused and relaxed, juices soaking the bed.
One hand kept her wet; the other stripped me. My erection throbbed at its limit.
"Ah... that thing..."
"Wanna touch?"
...Nod.
Her small hand tentatively wrapped around my shaft—barely gripping, more like resting.
Curious about the feel, she squeezed lightly, poked the tip.
"Soft... but hard... weird..."
I was losing patience. Her beauty made restraint impossible; I craved to merge, devour each other.
I pulled back my hips, positioning myself. Seeing it, Anzelli tensed—bracing for lost virginity.
"...Wanna kiss?"
"Yeah!..."
She stretched her arms, begging to be held. So cute I grinned, embracing her.
Skin met skin. Her massive breasts squished against my chest.
Her flesh so silky, mere contact sent inexplicable pleasure stabbing through me.
"Smack... haam..."
Our tongues entwined. As we kissed, I rubbed my cock against her inner lips, coating it in her slickness.
It pleasured her too; she moaned nasally mid-kiss.
Ready. I aligned my glans at her entrance, thumb pressing the shaft straight.
Her outer lips parted, inner lips spread, and my tip breached her.
"Huuut!... D-did you... put it in...?"
"...Still a ways to go."
"It's okay so far... d-do it all at once!..."
"It'll hurt."
Instead of words, she grabbed my cheeks, kissing me—thrusting her tongue awkwardly into my mouth, just as I'd shown her. Gums tickled, tongue teased... clumsy, but heavenly.
I didn't hesitate, easing my hips forward slowly.
My cock parted her hot walls. Midway, resistance tugged a few times, but I pressed to the hilt without pause.
"Slurp! Mmph!"
Her pussy clamped fiercely. Without ample lube, she'd be in agony now.
Even prepared, deflowering tore flesh. Her face twisted in pain.
"You okay...?"
"Mmm... move... it doesn't hurt much... heehee..."
"Like hell it doesn't. Stay still; we'll wait a bit."
I wiped tears from her eyes.
Even motionless inside, her pussy felt divine. Like savoring food in my mouth, her walls kneaded and released rhythmically. Her warmth amplified it tenfold over average.
I ached to thrust, but guilt from today's unspoken wrongs held me back.
Still, to keep her wet, I caressed lightly—mostly nipples and clit.
"Huu..."
"..."
"N-now it's really fine. You can move."
"For real?"
"Yeah... I'm good."
"Once I start, I won't stop."
"Th-then... go gentle... okay...?"
Her upward gaze shattered my restraint. I began to move my hips.