Chris's Surrender
Chris's face flushed hot, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Just the knowledge that I was watching her had me stirring with desire. There were no scented body washes like mine in this place. The aroma teasing my nose now was purely Chris—sweet and fruity, mingled with the lewd musk of her arousal leaking from her pussy, and the sweat she'd shed while writhing in pleasure. That heady, musky scent, the kind you wanted to breathe in as deeply as possible, was more than enough to stoke my already throbbing cock even further.
As if any more restraint was impossible, I crushed my mouth against hers. My hands ventured carefully toward her breasts and her mound. Chris didn't resist, true to the resolve she'd made before coming here—she surrendered everything to me. Though she seemed plenty embarrassed all the same.
"Hngh…"
Squelch. Chris's pussy was wetter than I'd imagined. I teased her folds lightly, rolling her nipple between my fingers. My mouth trailed slowly downward: over her lips, to the nape of her neck, across her full breasts, down her heaving white belly that rose and fell with each pant… and finally, to her most precious place.
"Kyaa?!" Her plump outer labia parted to reveal untouched pink inner folds. The musky scent hit me even harder, stirring that primal male urge. I pressed my lips to her. They were instantly soaked with her juices. I wanted to taste them—to know what Chris's nectar was like. Sticking out my tongue, I lapped upward from bottom to top, wiping away the slick gathered there. The intense sensation drew a loud moan from her, her inner thighs quivering.
It was obscene. Salty like sweat, with a faint tangy bite that tickled the roof of my mouth. Addictive, like it was laced with drugs. I kept at it, tonguing her pussy relentlessly. Her juices drenched my tongue faster than I could swallow my saliva. When I probed her entrance, her hips bucked; when I sucked her clit into my mouth, she clutched my head and drooled. Her clit, still shy and unawakened from inexperience, was adorably sensitive. I couldn't help sucking it between my lips and rolling it for what felt like ages.
Gripping her waist firmly, I plunged my tongue inside, swirling against her walls. Her thighs clamped around my head, begging for more. How many minutes did I lavish on her like that? Only when my jaw was slick with her essence did I finally pull away.
"Haa… haaah…"
"Your pussy's so pretty."
"Hnnngaaaah!!"
"Just sharing my thoughts since you might be curious—why get all shy?"
Overwhelmed by pleasure she'd never known, Chris could barely think straight. I slid atop her, bellies pressing together. Grasping the insides of her knees, I lifted her legs, adjusting my hips to align straight with her channel.
"Ah… now…?"
"Yeah. I'm going in."
"…"
She looked tense, so I gently rolled her clit with my fingers to ease her. The sharp pleasure forced her body to relax. Gripping my shaft's base, I rubbed it against her glistening folds—coating myself in her slick, while teasing her labia and clit for good measure.
Slide… slide…
It felt good. The sensitive underside of my shaft grazed her pink inner lips, sending sparks through me. Precum beaded at my tip.
"Haa… ngh… do you… have to say it out loud…?"
"Don't tense up so much."
I took her hand in mine, interlocking fingers and squeezing tight to reassure her. She visibly relaxed, pleased. Timing it right, I murmured:
"I'm putting it in now."
Nod…
I pressed my glans to her tight entrance. Hands on her slim waist, I thrust forward with just my hips. Her outer lips parted slowly, welcoming me in.
"Ah…"
The unfamiliar intrusion made her folds nibble at my glans like tiny wings. Savoring the ticklish pleasure, I pushed deeper, inching my shaft inside.
"Is… is it all in?"
"…Just the head so far."
"The… head… ngh… r-really?"
Even before losing weight, I'd been average-sized, but shedding the fat had lengthened me considerably. Maybe a bit slender by comparison, but right now, that was a blessing—less pain for her. Girth I could always bulk up with karma later.
"Ngh…"
No time for stray thoughts. Her virgin walls clamped down fiercely. Untouched and narrow, her silky depths crushed my shaft with relentless pressure—even with only half inside. The resistance grew as I advanced, her hymen barring the way. Though I hadn't broken it yet, the pressure alone furrowed her brow in pain. I kissed her, sliding my tongue into her warm, tight mouth. At the same time, I shoved my hips forward harder.
"Mmph…! Hngh…!!"
I felt my glans force through something. Her pussy clenched with unprecedented fury. Even after all my tonguing, the pain hit her hard. Her teeth grazed my tongue—not painfully, but I sharpened it, scraping the insides of her cheeks to distract her. Slurp, smack! It worked; she started responding, sucking back. I'd buried deep once and held still, waiting for her to adjust. I teased her sensitive spots with my hands to buy time.
…Minutes passed. Staying put longer would let her juices dry, making it hurt worse. Time to move.
"…Chris?"
"Yeah… I'm okay."
"Really?"
"Resting a bit made it better."
I wasn't sure if she meant it, but I took her word and eased back slowly.
"Hngh…"
"Hurts?"
"N-no… just feels… weird…"
Thankfully, the pain had ebbed—not entirely false. Face inches from hers, I rocked gently, probing for her sweet spots. Circling near the entrance, watching her expressions for reactions.
'…Here?'
The infamous G-spot was easiest to test: about three centimeters in, on the upper wall. Positions vary, and some women don't even have one—but confirmation was key. Hardening my glans, I scraped it deliberately on the withdraw and thrust alike.
"Hah? …I-it feels… kinda weird…"
First time feeling it inside, she was flustered by the novelty. I thrust again.
Squelch… squelch…
Obscene sounds echoed through the dark woods—proof her juices were flowing anew. I bent to suckle her pale breasts, laving the pink areolae and just-right nipples with wet slurps. Too inexperienced for more, a good tongue-roll would suffice. My hips kept moving. The tight space between our bellies reeked of compressed lewdness. Leaning down to nurse her tits wafted it up, tickling our noses.
"Hngh…! Ah! …"
Realizing it came from her pussy, Chris flushed with shame. Every adorable reaction fanned my lust. My pace quickened.
Squelch! Squelch!
"Ngh!… Haa…! Hnng…"
Unlike Anzelli, Chris felt the deflowering pain keenly. She'd struggle if I sent her back now. And time was short—too long gone, and we'd draw eyes. I snapped my hips, focusing on her inner sensations. Virgin-tight, but that wasn't all: her warm, slick walls rippled and milked me like dozens of wet tongues. My glans, the thickest and most swollen part, bore the brunt— a delicious tug-of-war between its rigidity and her juicy grip. Even motionless, it was exquisite; true pistoning built an urgent urge to cum.
Addicted, I rocked and rocked. Never forgetting her G-spot: pressing the upper wall hard, pausing deep to flex my abs against it. Her gripped hand clenched. Safe from prying ears? Her moans poured out unrestrained—loud enough to alert the whole camp if we'd been behind it.
Her ceaseless contractions piled on the pressure. Barely fifteen minutes in, cumming now would be quick for me—especially with no recent release. I could hold back if needed. But here, no need—in fact, better to finish fast.
"…Gonna speed up for the finish."
"Haah!… Hngh! …"
Nod nod!
I kissed her nodding lips, hips blurring. Even amid tangling tongues, her moans vibrated into my mouth, thrumming my brain—seductively hastening my peak.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
I pulled out. No holding back the surge from my balls. Relaxing, I erupted.
"Nghh…"
It wasn't one spurt—seven pulses or more, semen jetting from my urethra. Her white belly and breasts were painted with my seed.
"Haa… haa… this is… Chanyoung's… so… warm…"
Her face a mix of orgasmic haze and curiosity, Chris touched the load on her stomach. Over a month pent-up, it was jelly-thick—enough to lift on her fingers.
My cock stayed hard, stamina for rounds more. But I kissed her forehead. Tonight ended here.
Mwah!
"…Hehe. Now I've given you everything I have to give…"
"Huh?"
"Should've just cum inside. I didn't say anything, but…"
"…Isn't that risky?"
"I know… but still…"
Stroking her head awkwardly at that dangerous talk, I cleaned her up and helped her dress. She almost seemed to want my child.
I'm too damn young to get tied down already…
Words I couldn't say to the lover I'd just deflowered.