Page 14 of Cherry Auction

“I- I- I don’t know,” I stutter, my back arching as shocking new feelings roll through my body. “I don’t know anything about myself before two months ago.”

“Ahh,” he murmurs. “Of course. So you don’t know if this is the first finger you’ve ever had inside you?” he asks, the only warning before one of his thick digits slips through my juices between my pussy lips and?—

I gasp and clench around him. He’s not very far in and he stretches all around in my wetness.

“That’s right,” I whisper, squirming my hips. I feel every contour of his finger. It’s only a finger but I can’t imagine anything larger fitting.

“So tight,” he hisses.

“The doctor said?—”

“I know what the doctor said,” he bites out. “I just didn’t believe it.”

His finger twirls around and he pushes in slightly further until I make a little noise. I’m not sure if I want him to pull it out or push it further in.

But he pulls out, then keeps massaging the outer lips of my now achingly sensitive pussy. I feel pulsing in the bud at the top—the one spot he completely ignores.

“Well maybe you’re a virgin there because you just like men fucking you in the ass instead of your cunt.”

I’m shocked again by the vulgarity of his words… and yet also, turned on by them.

His finger slick with my juices starts to probe my anus. “Some good Christian girls do that. Are you a good little Christian girl?”

“I don’t know.” I gape at the feeling of him back there, breathing really hard now as my heart pumps with fresh adrenaline.

Fuck. I’m so turned on. I barely knew what to do with the pressure of him at my front hole, but the feel of him backthere, which seems somehow ten times more forbidden… Is he intentionally trying to keep me off-kilter? Or does he just want to touch me everywhere all at once, like a new toy he can’t wait to get his hands on? Either way, my body rolls with it, hips wriggling at his teasing touches.

Because with his every touch, I’m discovering Idolike this. I like this very,verymuch. I don’t know if this is something the me from before used to do. But the menowsure as hell likes it. I feel wild and free to throw myself off each new cliff he brings me too, some internal gut feeling certain that he’ll catch me.

“Is that—” I manage, still struggling for breath, “—something you like?”

“All men like that. The only thing tighter than virgin cunt is ass. Or a throat swallowing us deep. Maybe you like to swallow cock and that’s why you’re still a virgin.”

My throat bobs with a swallow even as I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”

“About the swallowing or taking it in the ass?”

His slick finger rubs in the circle of my anus, and I can’t help pushing back curiously against him.

“Swallowing,” I answer, mouth suddenly feeling dry even as I say it. Because now I’m picturing it. With him, standing commandingly over me, one hand on his cock, one thumb on my bottom lip with him ready to feed it to me. Even the image has me gasping. So hot. Holy shit. So hot.

“What are you thinking about?” he demands again.

“I- I- I don’t know. You. How some of these things you’re talking about might feel.”

“You’ll learn soon,” he growls.

“Now?” I squeak.

“No, not right now.”

But then I feel something pressing back at my back hole. His finger? It doesn’t feel like his finger. It’s bigger. Is that…him? His thing?

“What’s that?” I ask, even as I strain to stay still against the pressure of whatever’s pushing for entrance. Of fuck, he’s going to start… there? Where he said good Christian girls don’t take it? He holds me still with his hand on my hip.

“Steady,” he says. “Relax. Let it in.”

Oh my god. Is he about to fuck me? In the ass?

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