Princess for a virgin

We had known each other for half a year, and I had long been living in anticipation that "it" was about to happen any moment now. But day after day passed, and my girlfriend kept dragging me to exhibitions, cafes, and movies, categorically refusing to go beyond hugs and kisses... I had high hopes for this evening, and the sharp refusal hurt and angered me.

After that, I wandered around some streets for about two hours until my throat went dry. And then I went into the first cafe I came across.

At a table by the window sat a fabulously beautiful girl. A real princess. Dazzlingly white, straight hair cascaded over her shoulders. A white T-shirt tightly hugged her high, firm

breasts. Long, slender fingers elegantly held a glass of ice cream. The beauty absentmindedly stirred it with a spoon and glanced out the window.

I would never have dared to speak to such a beauty first. But the anger still simmering inside me suddenly gave me resolve. And, although there were free tables in the hall, I walked right up to her:

"Is this seat taken?"

She didn't even turn her head toward me.

"It's taken, I'm waiting for a friend."

Her voice sounded to me like the ringing of heavenly bells.

"But she's not here yet, right?"

My audacity made her raise slightly surprised eyes to me. Their blue showed me the color of the sky above the gardens of paradise.

For a while, she silently looked at me, apparently pondering whether to further dignify such a nonentity as me with her attention.

"... Don't worry, when she comes, I'll leave," I said, becoming utterly brazen, and sat down opposite her, having no idea what I would do next. The princess shrugged and, as a sign of complete indifference to my person, turned back to the window.

I ordered the same ice cream as hers from the waitress who approached, hoping it would make some impression on my neighbor. But the girl continued to look indifferently out the window.

I had to say something, and I blurted out the first thing that came to mind:

"I doubt your friend is as beautiful as you."

"What?..." she snapped out of her thoughts.

"I'm saying there are no girls more beautiful than you."

"Really?..." she asked with a spark of curiosity. "Why?"

"Because you are a princess," I said with absolute sincerity.

The girl arched an eyebrow beautifully.

"Who am I?"

"A princess," I repeated confidently. "Isn't that right?"

Interest lit up in the azure eyes fixed on me.

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes. You were simply made for love," I uttered a phrase I had heard somewhere recently as my own.

She looked at me for so long that the air around me began to boil.

A waitress walked past us, carrying wine to someone. This was my salvation.

"May I treat you to champagne?" I offered.

"It's not necessary... Oh, well, perhaps..."

... The wine made my head sparkle slightly, and I grew bolder.

"Is your friend running late?"

"Yes... And while she's not here, I'd like to clarify: what were you saying about girls like me?"

"That you were made for love."

"And what do you mean by the word 'love'?"

"Everything," I answered honestly.

We looked into each other's eyes for a long time. I felt myself blushing.

"... What's your name?" she suddenly asked.

I was confused. I thought I had misheard, and so, like a fool, I remained silent.

"Did you forget your name?"

"I'm surprised I didn't forget my last name..." I muttered in embarrassment.

She laughed so loudly that people started looking at us.

We got acquainted. Introducing herself, she extended a regal hand to me. Her palm was intoxicatingly warm and tender. I noticed she wasn't in a hurry to withdraw it.

From excitement, I immediately forgot her name. And I didn't dare ask again, hoping it would somehow resolve itself later.

"Where shall we go?" she asked.

I felt a wave of heat.

"What about your... your friend?"

"Nonsense. She'll know not to be late next time."

I took a deep breath and exhaled:

"Maybe... we could go to my place?"

"Okay! Just buy another bottle of champagne... Oh, by the way—we are adults, right? So, I hope you have condoms?"

... Until the last minute, I didn't believe in my success. Only when I felt the taste of lipstick on warm lips did I understand this wasn't a dream. And when the slightly tipsy Princess asked how many girls I had been with, in a state of complete euphoria, in a burst of candor, I admitted that in terms of sex—not a single one yet.

And I almost bit my tongue in frustration because she recoiled and her face changed.

"Really?! You're not joking?! You're still a virgin for real?!" she looked at me in amazement. "How could I have misjudged so badly?.."

I bit my lips and remained silent, thinking my fate was sealed.

"... But you acted so confidently..." she continued, bewildered. "I thought you were already a real macho... I imagined how many girls you'd had, I got wet right there in the cafe!... So you're a virgin? You're not lying?"

I glumly shook my head.

"... That's awesome! I'm so lucky! I couldn't even dream of this! I've never had a virgin in my life!"

Now I understood nothing at all. The princess was simply choking with delight. Her cheeks turned pink. She looked at me as if I were a natural wonder that had fallen to her. What followed simply cannot be described.

... We drank to my virginity. Then the even more intoxicated Princess stood up and, gracefully dancing in the middle of the room, slowly undressed. (Erotic stories) Erotically writhing her whole body, openly moving her lower abdomen, she also removed her silk panties.

I looked at the mind-blowingly beautiful body, at her lewd gestures, and I was boiling. If before I was just hard, now everything in my pants was ringing with tension.

After the striptease, the naked girl approached me, knelt at my feet, and unbuttoned my trousers.

"I do this very rarely," she said with a pearly smile. "But right now, I want it myself!.."

She deftly put a condom on me and closed her hot lips around my cock.

Everything swam before my eyes.

But after a minute, the Princess suddenly raised her head. Then suddenly pulled off the rubber and threw it under the table.

"But what about?.."

"I only use them because I'm afraid of catching something. But since you're a virgin, that's just silly. And for pregnancy, there are good pills... So relax and enjoy!"

She bent down again and started sucking...

Another couple of minutes later, I began to babble:

"I can't take it anymore... I'm going to..."

She was surprised:

"What, you're going to cum? Oh, no way! This is just the beginning! Are all you virgins so impressionable?... You need to cool down a bit."

She rose from her knees and sat next to me. We drank again.

"How old are you?... How did it happen that you haven't had a girl until now? There are so many girls around who dream of someone putting it in them! Believe me, I know what I'm talking about!"

Then the blonde beauty, smiling regally, said:

"Isn't it time to deprive you of your innocence?"

... I did everything as she wanted. Got completely undressed, lay on my back. The guest sat on top of me. Rubbed her crotch against my cock. Then took the shaft in her hand and slowly inserted it into her body.

I was struck by how wet and hot it was there. She rose and fell, and each of her movements echoed in the tip of the flesh plunged into her with a sharp sweetness.

"Well, how is it?" she smiled.

"Great!... I don't even know what to call it!.."

"No need! I can see it in your eyes!" she laughed joyfully.

She moved slowly, but gradually got so worked up

that she could no longer restrain herself. Her movements accelerated. Her mouth opened slightly. Large breasts swayed on her flexible body like balls.

"Take me by the hips..." she said in a different voice. "Hold me tight... Tighter..."

My fingers pressed forcefully into the firm flesh of the buttocks bouncing on me. It must have hurt her, but for some reason, she liked it. Then I grabbed each of the firm halves with my splayed hands and twisted them in different directions.

"Yes!..." she arched on me. "Like that!... Yes!.."

She rose and crashed down on me with all her weight. Twice my cock slipped out of her wet cave, and she feverishly inserted it back in. I was on the edge.

"Just don't cum before me..." as if sensing it, she rasped in a voice not her own. "Better yet, let's do it like this..."

The Princess slid off me onto the floor and got on all fours.

I froze, gazing spellbound as under the white buttocks, the opened shell gaped wetly with tender-pink folds, resembling the unfurled petals of an exotic flower. The beauty glanced back impatiently:

"Come on!... I love this most of all... And I want that every time you take someone doggy style, you remember me for at least a second!.."

This time, I managed on my own. My cock slid into the wet slit as if greased.

I gathered the pitiful remnants of my strength not to disgrace myself. These seconds seemed to me the longest and sweetest. I looked at her cat-like arched back, at the white ball-like protruding buttocks, watched as my burning blade penetrated somewhere between them.

"Just don't cum!" she reminded, breathing heavily. And, although I was already thrusting my cock to its full length, she demanded: "Deeper!... Even deeper!... Impale me on yourself!... Just don't cum!.."

Gritting my teeth, I held back with my last strength. And at the moment when I thought it was all over, the girl arched strongly and moaned out loud.

For a moment, I got scared. It flashed through my mind that I might have damaged something in there. After all, I had never seen women cum before.

We slowly came apart, and the Princess, hot, sweaty, climbed onto the bed with effort.

"If only you knew what a thrill that is!... No one has cum inside me for real in a year!.."

... That wasn't the end yet. Four more times I got aroused by her well-groomed body. Now, when the sexual tension was partly released, and my sensitivity had dulled, our sexual games lasted longer each time.

I quickly learned to find the coveted opening and skillfully inserted my tool into the Princess in any position.

First, she lay on her back and spread her legs so wide I couldn't understand how she didn't tear herself. Then she threw them over my back. Then—over my shoulders. And through all this, she managed to thrust her strong ass at me.

Then my princess rode me on top, only now—with her back to me. She leaned back, then bent toward my legs, and I stared intently at my blade plunged into the moisture-dripping vagina.

Then she asked if I wanted to put it right in her ass? I did. She said she had done it only twice in her life but would never forgive herself if she didn't do it with me. Here, her help was essential. We managed with difficulty. I don't know what pleasure she got from it, but I discharged another portion of my sperm into the tight ass with great enjoyment.

And then she pulled me into the bathroom and right there gave me a hot session of oral sex. I had no idea princesses could do such things with a man's cock and his scrotum. She even tossed her hair back so I could see the process better. And showed me with signs that I could grope her wherever I wanted. Bending over her, I squeezed her ass and kneaded the firm ball-like breasts like dough. And the unearthly beauty licked, chewed, sucked, and took it all the way to her throat...

Breaking away from her treat for a moment, she said she would now do something even whores don't do... When I came, she didn't pull away, and everything flowed right into her mouth. The princess raised her face and, licking the remnants of sperm from her lips, smiled a pearly smile.

I was at the peak of bliss. But, judging by her shining eyes, she was no less pleased than I was.

* * *

My girl lasted two weeks. She called again and said she was wrong. And another day later, we were lying in her bed, and I confidently pulled her panties down...

... When, shyly hiding her face in the pillow, she knelt before me, and I held her by the hips and moved my cock inside her, I remembered the blonde beauty. No, it was incomparable to that fantastic "nailed fuck" she had gifted me.

Now I know that fairy tales can come true in real life. But that's not even the main thing. The main thing is that my Princess not only allowed me to tell you this story but also agreed for a photographer to come to her to capture her for your magazine!... So there you have it.

Denis Severov