by Sanya Sitter
She bats her eyelashes and leans in over the table, one hand cupping the side of her mouth. Her eyes scan the room, then she whispers, “I’m not wearing any panties.”
The blood rushes to my cock so quickly I suddenly feel faint.
Penny sits back in her chair and giggles. “Go on, have a look.”
I look left and right, checking to see if any of those idle waiters are paying attention. Luckily, most of them are busy staring at their smartphones. What the hell are they getting paid for, anyway?
I lift up the end of the tablecloth and duck my head under the table for a peek. Sure enough, Penny’s legs are wide open, offering a perfect view of her slickening pussy. She’s thoroughly soaked between her thighs. She dips one hand between them, her pink manicured fingertips rubbing at her clit. She lets out a soft, barely audible moan and I can see her pussy dripping, quivering at her touch.
I think I came a little just watching her.
“Ow, shit!” I hit my head on the table on my way back up. But oh God was it worth it.
“Don’t hurt yourself, silly!” I love it when she teases me like that. I move to take her hand in mind again but she recedes.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“There’s something else I want to tell you.” Her fingers dance at the edge of her lips. This was an even bigger secret, I could tell. But what the hell could be more surprising than the last one?
She leans in again, this time looking concerned. She wets her crimson lips, the dim light of the restaurant accents every beautiful feature. I can’t take it.
“I’m a virgin.”
I think my jaw hit the floor. I must look like a deer in the headlights. She’s a fucking what?
“Are you angry?”
“No, no… I’m not angry, Penny. It’s just—“
“I want you, baby. I….” More precum dribbles from my engorged cock. But she’s so fucking young. And a virgin, too? You’re really in trouble now, Sanders. “I to feel you inside me.”
Excellent dinner conversation. My dick is ready to explode.
She’s fingering herself under the table. Her eyes roll back. Another pleading moan escapes her parting lips. Holy shit, we haven’t even been served yet.
“Are you… ready to order?” The waiter glances at Penny, her soft eyes fluttering. He raises and eyebrow and turns to me. “Or should I come back?”
CHAPTER FIVE
I kick the door to the hotel room while Penny is clinging to my shoulders. I’m holding her up with one hand between the moist heat of her legs, fingers dripping with her warm pussy juices.
When we walk inside together she swings her body and wraps her legs around my waist. She arches her back and humps my crotch, her hips gyrating on my junk through the jeans like a cat in heat.
“You’re quite a nimble little thing, aren’t you?”
“Well I am a cheerleader, silly!” She nibbles my ear, then whispers, “I’m flexible enough you could fuck me like a pretzel, any way you want.” She gets her leg up all the way over my bare shoulder while I’m holding her ass. I almost trip over the heap of our clothes on the floor taking her over to the bedroom.
She climbs on top of me so that her thighs are around my neck, her fingers gripping tufts of my dark hair for balance. I hold her up by the ass and dive face first between her open legs, lapping wildly at the sweetness of her dripping wet pussy.
“Taste good, baby?” She tastes like heaven. I can only grunt in response while my lips suck on her engorged clit.
I slurp all around her soaking cunt, prodding in and out of her wet slit with the tip, tasting her insides. Nothing else could be sweeter than the taste of her. I lap with the flat of my tongue and drench her pubes in my spit.
She moans and pulls my hair, holding me to the heat between her legs while her thighs clamp around my neck. She thrusts her hips into the pleasure of my mouth and beats against my back with the heels of her bare feet.
She bucks her hips and face fucks me until she’s ready to cum.
“Don’t stop, baby—I’m cumming!” Warm pussy juices flow from her soggy entrance like the sweetest nectar and dribble from my chin. Her whole lower half twists over my shoulders in a wild fit of orgasmic pleasure.
She squeezes around my neck almost like she’s trying to strangle me with her legs. I clench her ass cheeks tight to hold her in place while her body writhes against me. A weaker man probably would have passed out by now.
Penny scrambles over me and turns herself so her head is down at my crotch while I’m holding her behind the knees. What an agile little thing.
“Unngh!!” I groan when I feel her pillowy lips around my erect dick. She slides me down the slippery wetness of her throat all the way until she gags. My pelvis juts forward and she moans with her mouth full of my thick girth. I carry us carefully over to the edge of the bed and try not to fall over on her. It’s especially hard to walk when you’ve got an expert deepthroating your cock.
She falls backward onto the bed, mouth still clinging around my hard cock. Leaning her head back on the bed makes it easier for her to widen her jaw and open her throat even more. I clutch the sides of her head and pile-drive her throat while she retches and drools thick strings of saliva down my shaft, balls slapping against her forehead.
At last, when her face is blood red and she can’t hold it in any longer, she slides off my whole length and gasps for air. She smiles up at me as the white returns to her face. “I’m ready for you, baby.”
Her body swings like an acrobat until her legs in spread eagle in front of me, hands gripping behind her ankles. “I want you inside me.”
Fuck, it’s bad enough Penny is almost half my age and barely legal. Or that I would be fired and blacklisted from ever coaching again if anyone found out we slept together. But am I really going to be the one to pop that little cherry too?
Oh, God yes!
My dick is already thoroughly lubricated with her spit and my own precum. I guide the head to her entrance and feel the warm, soaked wetness there.
She squirms and her eyes roll back. She looks tense. I can tell she’s nervous. The hardness of my bulging pecs grazes her soft, supple tits. I bring my lips to her ear, “Are you ready?”
She nibbles the tip of her finger and grins. “Yes! Fuck me, baby!”
I can feel the head slipping in, her slick folds giving way to my size. She squints hard as my thick girth spreads her pussy lips wide.
“It’s… so big…” She winces at the pain of my penetration. Her tightness clenches around my shaft and my dick throbs against her virgin walls. She moans long and deep and I keep pushing.
My dick is halfway inside when I feel her hymen break and I know the deed is done. I’ve deflowered Penny, claimed her as mine. Something about that realization only serves to invigorate my thrusting.
I grab her legs and spread them further and continue pushing, determined to go balls deep. Her back arches and her hips move to guide the insertion deeper. I hear her whimpering under her breath—the pain of my enormous size blending with the tingling pleasure up her spine.
Her hips pitch up in the air with a sudden jolt when my cock bottoms out at her cervix.
“Agh!” She moans. Her pelvis bucks against my hard abs and she rides me like a true little slut. “Oh, God!” She screams and her eyelids flutter. Her thighs wrap around the back of my ass so she can pull me in deeper.
My dick twitches. I can feel the mounting pressure behind my balls. She throws her hips against me and I feel my dick pressing against her cervix. I could be in serious trouble if she makes me cum right now. I would be so fucked if I got her pregnant.
But it feels too good to stop.
She locks her ankles around my back and fucks me with wild abandon. Fuck I’m getting close. If she keep it up like this I just might…
“Fuck—Penny—I can’t hold it!” I scrunch my face and muster all the concentration I can to stop myself from cumming right inside her tight little pussy.
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“Do it, baby! I want you to!” Her body writhes against my abdomen with more encouraging humps. She bites her lower lip and her mouth curls at the ends in a mischievous grin. “I want you to…”
Holy shit, I can’t hold it any longer. No way a young virgin like her would be on birth control. If I cum now, I’m going to get her pregnant for sure.
“Fuck—Fuck!” Her calves slap against my ass and she pulls me in deep and holds me there. I can’t fight this kind of pleasure. No man could. There’s nothing left to do but lose myself in bliss, let it overtake me.
“Yes… Yes!” Penny moans as my balls relinquish their seed deep inside her. Her whole body shudders beneath me and my legs buckle.
A thick spray of semen fills her uterus and I know there’s no going back. The orgasmic contractions take over and I’m lost in a sea of euphoria. Every twitch of my cock empties a deluge of cum into her canal. Her insides are filling with warm spunk as she’s swept up into her own orgasmic convulsions.
When her tightness milks the final drop of cum from my trembling balls, I collapse on top of Penny and our bodies slip in a sheen of naked sweat. I hold her in my arms and roll her on top of me, my warm load sloshing about her insides.
She rests her small head against my collar bone and closes her eyes. I can feel her shallow breaths against my chest. She sprawls out over my body, my dick still dribbling cum inside her, and her lips mark a wet hickey on the side of my neck.
It felt like high school all over again. But holding her here in my arms, I know that she is truly something special.
I don't ever want to lose her.
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“You okay, Coach?” Back on the field, Campbell is saying something but I’m not paying attention. Too bad I’m way more focused on how hot Penny looks in that cheerleading outfit.
If some jock so much as looks at her, I’m going to—
“Yeah, fine. Run it again!” I blow my whistle and the team hustles into formation for the play. Penny’s golden hair flows with rhythm while she practices some cartwheels. Watching her is intoxicating.
Every now and again I get to catch a glimpse of her panties.
“Coach, look out!” The football goes soaring past my head, followed by Josh who is trying to catch it. He falls short though and lands face first into the wet grass and mud.
Penny is waving in our direction, but this time I know it’s at me.
Say goodnight Josh. Penny is mine.
WOLVES IN WAITING
CHAPTER ONE
Sarah's cheeks ached from the smile she'd had plastered there for over an hour as she watched couple after couple come to the counter with their cute couple orders of coffee.
Two caramel lattes. Two espressos. Two regular coffees, no need for sugar because she's sweet enough. A lull in the line gave her some breathing room.
She pulled out her cell phone, tapped the button on top to make sure she still had a charge. The time flashed on the screen. No call or text message from her date last night but her shift was almost over at least.
She could go home and wallow in a pint of Rocky Road with some chocolate syrup drizzled on top for good measure.
Another couple came to the counter. When had the coffee house been renamed to Noah's Cafe? What was with all the couples coming two by two? Was it the universe's way of mocking her own lack of a love life?
Hope lingered that her date would call back. Something had to break the first date curse. Lately she'd had lots of great, at least to her, first dates but no second dates.
She quickly got the couple's beverages placing them in front of the woman and stared wistfully at the crowded tables in the coffee shop. Each one of them taken by families or cooing couples.
She pulled out her phone again and tapped the power button. No texts. No missed calls. The clock on the screen ticked over to mark the end of her shift. The couple smiled at her and walked away with their drinks, a newspaper discarded on the counter.
"Hey, your paper."
"Could you just toss that?" the woman asked.
"Sure why not. I've got nothing better to do."
The woman smiled again, her eyes twinkling with what Sarah could swear was mischief.
She yanked off her apron with the logo of the coffee house emblazoned on the front, grabbed the paper and headed to the back room. She tossed her apron in the basket of dirty laundry just inside the employee change room door. About to toss the paper in the recycle bin a small ad at the bottom of the page caught her attention.
Tired of lonely nights, watching everyone else be happy? Is it your turn for love? Let us introduce you to your perfect match. Turn to page six for instructions."
She turned the paper over in her hands, perusing it quickly. She didn't recognize it. There were a few local papers and a couple of underground news rags. But this one was new to her.
She flipped to page six and scanned down the page until she found a larger ad for a mail order bride. She burst through the change room door and walked into the employee lounge.
She slumped into the soft leather couch pushed up against the far wall. As far as employee lounges went she'd seen worse. And there was no one at home to miss her if she didn't leave right away.
Mail order brides were outdated, weren't they? Why would a woman sign up for that? Why would a man agree to marry a woman he hadn't met yet?
She closed the paper and put it beside her. Her hip buzzed. Hope surged through her as she yanked her phone out. Just a text from her friend asking how her date last night had gone.
Obviously not as great as she'd thought.
She shoved her phone back in her pocket and contemplated the mail order bride ad. Still skeptical, Sarah picked up the paper again and read the ad thoroughly.
That couldn't be right. But she read it again. And a third time for good measure to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. The ad wasn't for one man to marry the successful candidate but two!
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of two men pleasuring her, loving her.
If she'd been drinking any of the coffee she served all day she would have sputtered it out at the next line of the ad. The two men were wolf shifters. Denial stormed through her brain but she kept reading the ad over and over again.
The possibilities were endless. If they picked her. She pulled out a pen and paper and started her letter. There was no time to waste while ideas were running through her head.
When she got home she'd type everything into the computer and hit send. The twenty minutes it took her to get home would give her time to think about what she was about to do.
The image of her date last night flashed through her mind. With fresh perspective she saw what he really looked like when he saw her. The slight disappointment in his eyes when he saw her plump frame. The small grimace when he looked at her wide hips and ample breasts.
There was no way she would change her mind. When she got home she would send the letter of a lifetime to two wolf shifters.
CHAPTER TWO
Asher's fingers few over the keyboard as he typed up another message to Sarah. For weeks he and Culver had been corresponding with the woman and every time his email program announced a new message from her his cock jerked.
They hadn't met yet but he already felt a pull, a desire for her that he couldn't explain. In the beginning she had been reluctant to send a picture of herself, insisting she looked better in person.
When she'd finally relented he'd nearly fallen off his chair at the voluptuous beauty that smiled at him from the computer screen.
"What are you saying to her this time?" Culver asked hovering over his shoulder trying to read the missive.
"What we talked about."
Culver whistled and dropped into the chair beside Asher. "You think she'll agree to meet after only a few weeks of emails?"
"I hope so. I can't take any more cold showers. And the pack is getting more insistent that we find a mate."
Culver chuckled. "I know
what you mean. I can't wait to sink into that supple flesh."
"What if she isn't the one of us?" Asher asked.
The ad in the underground paper had been a last ditch effort to find a mate for them. The pack had been pestering them for months now because they were the only ones who hadn't found their mate.
Once the triad bond was sealed their place in the pack would be assured. But if it turned out she wasn't meant for them they would have no more options. The pack could wait only so long before they were kicked out and left to fend for themselves.