No panties. Not a surprise in the heat of Troy, but it made the sight even more striking. The way she sat, exposed, her fair skin contrasting with the dark, weathered wood beneath her, was nothing short of breathtaking.
My eyes trailed over the delicate slit between her legs, her lips tightly closed as though untouched, not even the hint of stubble marring the soft, pale flesh. Barely any hair—clean, untouched, virginal.
My eyes locked on the sight before me—Aisha’s pussy, glistening with her wetness, her arousal pooling and dripping down her thighs, even staining the inner fabric of her discarded pants. The evidence of her need was undeniable, soaking through, a testament to how much that kiss had wrecked her composure. She was drenched, her body betraying her with every drop.
I reached out, slowly, deliberately, letting my fingertip barely graze the surface of her slit. The heat radiating from her pussy was intense, almost burning against my skin. As soon as my finger made contact, tracing the line of her tight, dripping lips, Aisha moaned. Her voice was shaky, her breath catching as her hands gripped the table for support.
“Ahnn~” she whimpered, her face flushed, the sound helpless and needy as she responded to even the slightest touch. I circled around her entrance, feeling her squirm under my hand, her hips twitching involuntarily, desperate for more. Her wetness coated my finger, slick and warm. Without hesitation, I scooped up a generous amount of her juices, bringing it to my lips.
I watched her as I licked my finger clean, savoring the taste of her, the salty, sweet mixture that lingered on my tongue.
Aisha’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking away, her face turning redder as she tried to hide her embarrassment. “Delicious,” I murmured, smirking as I let the word roll off my tongue. The taste of her lingered, intoxicating.
“Don’t… tease me…” she muttered, her voice a shaky whisper, but the desire in her tone was unmistakable.
“It’s not the moment to get embarrassed, Aisha,” I replied, grinning wickedly as I reached up to her breasts, still hidden beneath her thin, sweat-soaked clothes. My hand brushed over her chest, feeling the softness of her breasts, but more than that—her nipples, hard and erect, poked through the fabric. They were begging for attention.
I grasped her breast fully, squeezing, kneading, feeling the warmth and weight of it in my hand as I continued to tease her.
At the same time, my other hand remained busy, cupping her dripping pussy entirely. I pressed my palm against her slit, smearing her juices as I rubbed her thoroughly, coaxing more moans from her. “Haaa~~~ yesss,” Aisha mumbled, her voice barely a whisper now, overcome by the sensations rushing through her.
I could feel the way her body trembled, the way she clenched her thighs as if she couldn’t bear it any longer.
A fresh wave of her cum spilled out, coating my hand as she shuddered, her legs instinctively closing around my hand. She was asking for more, pleading silently, her body betraying her every need. I obliged, massaging her small breasts while letting my fingers slide lower, teasing her slit once more. This time, I pressed a single finger forward, slipping just barely inside her tight, narrow entrance.
“Haan!” Aisha’s mouth opened slightly, her breath catching again, eyes squeezing shut as she felt me begin to penetrate her. Her pussy clenched around my fingertip, so tight and hot, almost pulling me deeper, but I held back for now, teasing her, testing her limits.
If only I could stretch myself out, elongate my cock like some devil fruit-powered freak and shove it down her throat at the same time. It would have been perfect—to feel her small mouth wrapped around my dick while I continued working her soaked pussy. But I couldn’t split myself in two, not yet.
“Haan❤️… haaaa❤️… haaannn❤️… hmmnnn❤️~~” she whimpered, her voice growing more and more desperate as I played her like an instrument, making her sing with nothing but the movement of my hand. I could keep this up forever—her warmth, her tightness, the way she clenched around my fingers, it was almost addictive. But my cock, now painfully hard and aching, demanded more.
I reluctantly pulled my fingers away from her soaked pussy, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Aisha lay there panting, her body trembling, her thighs slick with her own juices. But I had no more patience left. It was time.
I stood up, undoing my pants in one smooth motion, and let them fall to the floor. My dick sprang free, throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-cum, swollen and eager. Aisha’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at it, her gaze flicking between my hard, pulsing length and her own petite, tight slit.
“This… this is…” she stammered, her voice filled with disbelief as she took in the size of me. My cock stood tall, twitching, ready to plunge into her, to stretch her untouched pussy in ways she couldn’t even imagine.
“Are you ready, Aisha?” I asked, a smirk playing on my lips, enjoying the way she looked at me—equal parts fear and anticipation.
“I-it won’t fit…” she murmured, her voice shaky, her eyes wide as she stared down at her own body. Indeed, her narrow slit looked impossibly small compared to my thick, throbbing shaft.
“Don’t worry,” I said, my hands gripping her ass firmly, pulling her closer to the edge of the table, positioning her perfectly. “Your pussy will stretch, Aisha. It’ll take me, every inch.” My words were a promise, and I could feel her shiver beneath me as I positioned myself, the tip of my cock pressing against her dripping entrance.
“Ready?” I asked again, watching her face closely. She gulped nervously, her lips trembling, but she nodded, giving herself over to whatever was about to come.
I began to push forward, slowly at first, letting the tip of my cock part her wet folds, feeling the resistance of her untouched pussy as I forced my way inside. Her tightness was almost unbearable, her walls clamping down on me with every inch I pushed in.
“HGHNN!” Aisha let out a grunt of pain, her voice catching as my cock stretched her, forcing its way deeper into her narrow pussy. I could feel her body tensing, resisting, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. The pressure was intoxicating, the way her pussy squeezed me like a vice, so tight it almost hurt.
And then I felt it—the barrier. Her virginity, still intact, unbroken. I paused for a moment, letting her body adjust before pulling back slightly. Without warning, I slammed my hips forward, thrusting deep and hard, breaking through her virgin wall in one swift, brutal motion.
“OUCH! AGHNNN! UGHNN!!” Aisha’s scream of pain filled the tent, her body jerking beneath me as I tore through her, her tight pussy clamping down hard on my cock as I buried myself inside her. Blood mixed with her wetness as I claimed her, fully seated inside her virgin cunt, feeling her body convulse, torn between the pain and the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely.
Aisha’s scream echoed through the room as my cock pierced through her virgin wall, her body jerking in pain beneath me, her legs trembling violently as they instinctively tried to close around me. Her nails dug into the edge of the table, her face contorted in pain as she struggled to process the shock of being filled so deeply, so suddenly. But I didn’t pull out.
I stayed buried deep inside her, feeling the way her tight, wet pussy clenched around my cock, so impossibly tight that it almost felt like her body was trying to push me out, but I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Haa…haaaaa…hmnnn…”
I gave her a moment, letting her catch her breath, her chest rising and falling heavily as she whimpered, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. Her inner walls were trembling, still pulsing from the shock of penetration, but even through the pain, I could feel her body beginning to adjust, beginning to stretch to accommodate my thick length.
The heat radiating from her pussy was intoxicating, the way her untouched body fought and then surrendered to the intrusion making every second more intense.
I began to move, slowly at first, pulling back just an inch, feeling her slickness coat my cock as I slid out and then pushed back in. Her body resisted at first, still trembling, but each time I thrust forward, her pussy stretched a little more, easing the way for me. Aisha’s face twisted as a mixture of pain and unfamiliar pleasure washed over her.
Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out, only ragged breaths and quiet, broken whimpers.
“Hnnn❤️… haaaa❤️… h❤️ahhnn…” she gasped, her voice shaky, her breath coming in short, desperate pants as I set a slow, steady rhythm, sliding in and out of her impossibly tight pussy. I could feel every inch of her, every twitch of her muscles as her body slowly adjusted to the size of me inside her.
With each slow thrust, I went deeper, my cock burying itself further into her slick heat. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, but I could feel her body beginning to yield, the initial pain giving way to something else. Aisha’s breaths were still ragged, but the edge of pain was softening, replaced by a quiet gasp each time I pushed deeper inside her.
Her legs twitched, her hips lifting ever so slightly as if her body was starting to crave more despite herself.
I leaned down, my chest brushing against hers, my lips finding her neck. I kissed her skin softly, teasing her with the contrast between the roughness of my cock pounding into her and the gentleness of my lips as they traced a line down her throat. Aisha whimpered, her body trembling beneath me as I licked at the delicate skin just below her ear, her scent filling my senses.
“You’re taking it so well,” I whispered against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Your pussy is so tight, so perfect.”