With a squish… slurp, uuuu… gulp, slurp…!
Pushing aside the thick pubic hair, parting the slender petals, my tip was swallowed deep within her. Bound as I was, I stared blankly at the scene of Dita’s purity being taken from me, independent of my will.
It wasn’t my first time having sex with a virgin. But to have intercourse while my body was restrained, that was, of course, an unprecedented experience. A strange masochism, as if I were being violated by a woman, mingled with the sense of conquest from invading an innocent maiden, igniting a peculiar excitement in my lower abdomen.
“…Abel’s male organ is so… faa… aaa… big… it’s not going in ea… nnn, fuu.”
Dita groaned as she slowly lowered her hips. I could feel my glans slowly widening the firm mucous membrane. It was tighter than I expected. Compared to any woman I’d had sex with before, Dita’s insides were incredibly narrow. I was almost worried if my penis would even fit entirely.
“…nn, fu… uu.”
With me on top of her, Dita’s face turned bright red, and she was gasping for air in agony. She was slowly lowering her hips to deepen our union, but progress was slow. As expected, her vagina was small, and it seemed difficult for her to swallow my member into her womb.
“Dita, you don’t have to push yourself…”
“…(shake shake).”
Dita shook her head wordlessly. From her parted lips, a strangely alluring breath escaped, “Haa, haa.”
“But…”
“…Dita is just doing what’s necessary. For Vijalv.”
Unwavering, Dita lowered her hips further.
“Kuh… oooh!”
The pressure and squeezing on my penis suddenly increased. With a squish-squish-squish, the vaginal opening was expanding more forcefully than ever. The sensation of my dick being squeezed from all sides intensified, sending a sharp current of pleasure all the way to my tailbone.
“…! Oooh, kuuaaa!”
As the penetration progressed, the pleasure accelerated, and I couldn’t help but tremble all over and groan. The sweet unity with the clinging folds of flesh. My engorged symbol was clasped by the small vaginal opening, a strong sense of extreme tightness that fit perfectly without an ounce of space. An instinctive desire to savor it more welled up, but I couldn’t move voluntarily. All I could do was receive the pleasure of the insertion felt from Dita.
“…nn, fuuaa… aaaahhhh…!”
Dita tipped her delicate chin upward and cried out in a thin voice. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she lowered her hips from a half-squat. My engorgement pushed through paths that had widened just a little more. What was that slippery sensation, her love fluid or maidenhead blood? My gaze drifted to the base of my dick, where pink blood was dripping. As expected, her hymen must have broken with that last movement.
The next moment, with a squishing sound, my male organ was swallowed by Dita up to its base.
“…Ku, ou… aah… au… It’s all the way in…”
Dita, who had landed on my hips with her adorable behind, murmured in awe. Rather than taking her virginity, it felt more like it was forcibly taken from me. The sense of conquest I felt when I took Claire’s or Racine’s purity was weak. Instead, I even felt a slight sense of humiliation, as if I had been conquered by Dita. But that feeling wasn’t unpleasant at all. A shiver of transgression ran down my spine and around my waist.
“…Abel’s penis is making Dita’s insides so tight… huu… mu, uu.”
As if in pain from accepting a man’s organ for the first time, Dita’s brow furrowed. I, too, was receiving an intense pressure that threatened to make my penis congest. A sweet pleasure, bordering on pain— My engorged member, filling Dita’s womb without an inch to spare, began to pulse with a hot throb.
“…What’s this? It’s… twitching… ah, ah…”
Dita gasped, her beautiful light blue semi-long hair swaying. She rocked her impossibly slender waist with small, rapid movements, but didn’t really move her hips. For a while, Dita remained still, as if confirming the feel of my dick, still joined. Of course, I couldn’t move on my own. My root was firmly gripped by her tight vagina, leaving me completely unfulfilled.
“…nn, I’m getting a little used to it. Dita, I’ll try moving.”
Dita placed her hands on my chest and leaned forward. Her small breasts bounced pleasingly. Her pale pink nipples were noticeably hard and erect. Despite her calm demeanor and tone, Dita was also aroused— Seeing that fact with my own eyes, I felt a strange surge of desire. At the same time, the primal urge to have her move soon, to taste her tight, narrow vaginal flesh more, intensified naturally.
With squelching, gurgling sounds, Dita slowly moved her hips up and down.
“…nn, fo… aaa… It’s tight… Abel, uu…”
Dita twisted her face in an expression that was neither agony nor pleasure. My penis, fitted perfectly without any gaps, seemed to struggle even with mere insertion and withdrawal.
“…ah, fwa… It feels strange, but… it’s not bad… aaa… ann…”
Her hip movement shifted from up and down to a sliding motion back and forth. Still deeply joined, so much so that our pubic hairs tangled, Dita moved her hips forward and backward as if rubbing our pubic bones together. The lewd water sounds from our joined bodies grew louder. Different pressures were applied to my dick jammed into her narrow vagina.
“Oooh… ku, uuu…”
I groaned, my throat vibrating. Her small, fleshy hole clung tightly to my penis, converting the intense pressure from Dita’s movements into sexual stimulation and sending it back to me.
“…Does it feel good…? Haah, haah… Abe, lu…?”
Panting, Dita looked down at me.
“Ah, Dita’s insides are so tight… and they’re squeezing… it feels really good… yo…!”
“…Abel is happy.”
In her mismatched eyes, which were now moist and alluring, a gentle light appeared. Dita’s back-and-forth movements became more intense. In front of my eyes, her slightly swollen breasts trembled slightly with a jiggle. In Modern Japan, she’d be about an A cup. The so-called “chippy.” Even so, her breasts were breasts, and they had a beautiful shape. Seeing her bust, which continued to tremble softly like freshly made mochi, tempted me to grab and squeeze them with all my might. It was frustrating that my hands were tied. I wanted to touch Dita’s breasts. To taste them. Such impulses intensified my desire and made my penis even harder.
“…! In Dita’s insides, Abel’s penis… it’s getting bigger again…!?”
“Seeing you looking so erotic… ku, uuu… I’m getting excited… kuu.”
“…nn, fuuaa… It resonates within…!”
Dita gasped, her brow furrowed, as she moved her hips up and down. Perhaps because my penis had increased in volume, the feeling of expansion and the impact on Dita’s vaginal opening seemed to have increased.
“…Higu… uuu… Inside, it’s widening… uu…!”
“Kuaa, it’s tightening again… Uaah, this feels good, Dita!”
My penis transmitted pleasure to Dita’s vagina, and in turn, her strengthened peristalsis sent pleasure back to my penis. The sense of unity, enhancing each other’s sensations, was something that could never be achieved through masturbation.
“…Are you that… haah, haah… pleased…?”
Dita looked down at me, her breath ragged.
“Ah, Dita’s insides are amazing… kuuukuuuu.”
“…Seeing Abel’s happy face… Uu, afuu… somehow makes me feel warm and fuzzy…”
Dita murmured softly.
“…This feeling is new… It’s strange.”
“The union of a man and a woman is about connecting not just physically, but also mentally.”
…Yeah, it might be a bit cheesy, but I said it out loud. Dita’s face stiffened as if she’d just realized something, and then her cheeks flushed a deep red.
“…Physically, and mentally…”
Her impossibly slender body trembled minutely. Her pure white skin flushed a vivid rose pink. Was it arousal, shyness… or perhaps both? The flush that indicated Dita’s excitement was so alluring it sent shivers down my spine. The contrast between the innocent maiden’s face and the signs of lewd excitement was incredibly captivating. Guu, if I could move, I’d want to thrust my hips with all my might and make Dita squirm. A searing, intense desire welled up. At the same time, there was the frustration of not being able to fulfill it.
“…We connect, body and soul.”
Dita repeated my words, then leaned her upper body forward. Her flat chest pressed firmly against mine, and her lips, exhaling hot breaths, drew closer to mine. Unable to move, I could only stare blankly at the scene.
“Nn, uuuu…!?”
Her lips, soft enough to melt, met mine. It was an unbelievably sweet kiss. Her darting tongue, the thick saliva, everything was sweet—
“…Fu, uu… Nn, mu.”
Dita’s eyes, in their different colors, grew moist. She charmingly moaned as she inserted her tongue.
“Ha, muu… Dita… aa… shiro, ooo…”
I was lost in the moment, tangling my tongue with hers. The deep kiss, with its squelching, slurping exchange of saliva, left me entranced. Dita’s hip movements stopped, and still connected by our genitals, we continued our deep kiss for a while.
“……I heard that men and women who connect mentally kiss.”
“So I wanted to try it with Abel.”
Dita parted her lips and let out a deep sigh.
“……My First Kiss… My lips are sweet and hot…”
With a stunned expression, she traced her lips, which had just been touching mine, with her finger. Was she lost in the afterglow of her First Kiss?
“……Just as Abel said. My heart, and my body, feel hot and like they’re melting… I want to do more… with you… lewd things.”
Dita muttered intermittently, exhaling breathlessly. Then she raised her upper body, placed her hands on my chest, and began to move her hips again. From sliding back and forth, back to the initial up and down motion.
“…Fuu… Ah, nn.”
The grinding became more pronounced, and the pressure inside felt proportionally stronger. And that wasn’t all. The stiff, fleshy folds of her vagina wriggled more actively than ever before, clinging intensely to my penis from tip to base.
“Nn, uaahh… It’s squeezing… oooh…!”
I let out a moan of pleasure against Dita’s clenching vaginal walls.
