But there was no point in scaring her and coming on so strong. So I went easy.
DONNY: Virginity doesn’t bother me. But let me ask you something. How old are you again?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: I told you. 18.
DONNY: And not a day younger right? Not one day younger than 18.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: I promise. I’m actually 18 years and 4 months, if you want to know exactly.
DONNY: Yeah, I do, because sweet thing, it’s so unreal that you’re a virgin. You’re so fucking beautiful baby, I’m surprised that puss hasn’t been plowed by a dozen men already.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: A dozen guys?! Well, I’m shy …
DONNY: No baby, it has nothing to do with shy. Any guy would want that hot ass, any guy would die for that wet cunt. Again, I’m surprised you’ve never felt dick before.
A pause.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: The boys just never seemed interested, I guess.
The reply to that was simple.
DONNY: That’s because they’re fucking idiots. They’re boys not men. I promise you, if I get another feel of that pussy, I’ll make you scream ten times louder than you did tonight.
I could almost hear Rachel gasp slightly, cheeks flushed.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: But I thought that was bad right? Because we’re out in public I’m not supposed to scream.
DONNY: Oh I promise you, you’ll scream. Besides, that’s what the music’s for. No one can hear you scream if you’re all screaming for ice cream.
I could almost hear the musical tones of her voice then, the girlish giggle that made my dick stiff, popping uncomfortably against my belt.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Okay then, if you put it that way, then I guess I have to say yes. But let me ask you something?
DONNY: Shoot.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Do you usually come all over? Because I think some of it got in my pussy.
Holy shit, holy shit. My fingers froze above the keyboard, heart pounding. Almost got into her? WTF does that mean? How much? Oh shit, oh shit. But it did no good to let onto my panic because actually, the mental visual of my hot jizz trickling into that swollen pussy had the opposite effect. This was a panic of good proportions, it fucking turned me on, jacking my temp up a hundred degrees.
DONNY: Hmm, that’s new. No, I don’t usually come, that was a first.
Why the hell was I even telling the truth? I should have lied and said it was par for the course, the brunette was nothing special. But somehow, I couldn’t do that. This girl was something exceptional, she was extraordinary and even on our first meeting, my body had sung a different song. What the hell? Again, I was losing control, which is totally out of character for my alpha male self.
But the girl was so sweet that she just kept chattering on innocently.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, I wanted to let you know … I kinda liked it.
She liked it?!?!? Rachel liked having my hot jizz spill all over her body, trickling down her crack and into her pussy hole? She liked it? And as if the brunette was reading my mind, she kept typing.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Yeah, it felt really good, it was warm and oozy. I’ve never felt a man’s come before, so it was really titillating. Oh, and it smelled good too.
Holy shit, it smelled good? She liked the scent of my jizz, the hot male musk filling her nostrils? Holy shit, I was gonna burst all over my keyboard, this little chickie had no idea how ramped up I was, how I was dying to jet into her again.
But I kept cool.
DONNY: Baby, I’m glad you enjoyed it, I’m happy to repeat the experience if that’s what you want. Because, no, I don’t usually come, I guess the timing was right tonight. But I have to ask you … Are you on something?
A pregnant pause if there ever was one.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: What do you mean? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?
I groaned under my breath. Of course not, she hadn’t caught on yet, Rachel was too innocent.
DONNY: Birth control baby. Are you on something that’ll prevent you from getting pregnant?
A loaded pause.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: No. I’m a virgin, so why should I be?
My head dropped back, eyes closing. Because of course not, of course Rachel wouldn’t be on birth control. She’s never tasted a man before, she’s never had a hot dick up that tight canal, and I’d felt the proof of her virginity myself tonight. So why would she be on birth control? But despite all that, I knew I had to get her on it, stat.
DONNY: Baby girl, you know that even one drop of semen in you can get you pregnant, right?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: That’s what I wanted to ask you about. Because after you blasted, it was all over. It was all over my butt and trickling down my thighs and going everywhere. I think some of it may have gotten into me.
DONNY: Into your pussy hole, you mean, right? Not your back hole? Because if it’s in your back hole, it’s okay. That little ass can’t get you pregnant, but your pussy hole can.
I could hardly believe I was having this conversation. But an eighteen year old virgin is hard to come by and I had no idea what Rachel knew about the birds and the bees. Better to play it safe.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: I think it went into both holes …
Holy shit. I groaned out loud and sat back, body hard as my dick jerked again. My semen was in both her orifices, front and back? My messy jizz had trickled into her both ways? Holy shit. I should have been panicked but instead the cool, calculating commander in me took over. Fingers flew on the keyboard as I guided her through the next steps.
DONNY: Baby, it’s very important you do as I say for the next few minutes.
A pause.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Okay …
DONNY: Baby girl, if even a drop of me gets into that sweet vaginal entrance, then you could get pregnant. You don’t want that, do you?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: I guess not …
What does “I guess not” mean? It should have been “absolutely not, I’m too young, this is crazy,” and all sorts of other exclamations. But there was no time to dissect her reply, and I sprang into action, fingers flying over the keyboard.
DONNY: Okay, then do as I say. Step by step, Daddy will take you through it. First, are you wearing panties? If so, take them off.
A long pause. I only hoped she was struggling out of that wet lace, and fuck, but my cock got hard envisioning that giant bouncy ass swaying to and fro and she slid a silky nothing off her hips.
DONNY: You done?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Yeah, but Daddy … my panties smell like you.
I groaned. Of course they would, she had my semen seeping from her holes, the sperm was smeared into the cloth now and probably reeking of our mixed sex. What I wouldn’t give to have more time, I’d tell her to stuff that lacy lingerie back into her orifices and get it good and soaking before moving to round two. But urgency propelled me forwards.
DONNY: Good baby. Now go into your kitchen. Do you have a spray bottle or some kind of plunger? You know the kind that releases water?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Daddy, I have my watering can. I use it to water my plants every week, would that work?
I groaned, eyes closing for a moment. Shit, she was so beautiful, so innocent, and I could imagine the gorgeous girl puttering about each weekend, humming to herself as she irrigated flowers. But I was here for a dirty job, a much nastier version of irrigation. I wanted some vaginal irrigation, I needed to get her pussy clean stat.
DONNY: No, absolutely not. Look around you baby. Is there anything else? Even an eye dropper? Something that will flush water?