Extra Credit 4 – Breaking Isabella In

It was the most excruciating drive of my life. It was evening, so that helped, at least she was mostly in shadow, keeping the fire in my loins from heating up too far. Of course I still spent the entire 22 minute drive with my modest sized penis trying to tear a hole in my slacks. I think that is natural considering I knew sitting next to me was literally God’s gift to sex, despite never having ever had sex before. But that wouldn’t be for long. Not long from now I planned to be inside the stunning teen next to me, I planned to deposit my semen inside the bombshell sitting next to me. I planned to cum in her in every way I could, there was no point in pretending any longer that I was noble.

Sure, I would rationalize it that she was going to be with someone that night, that I was the best option for her, that I was doing her a favor, but I knew the truth. For this night, this coitus, this introductory fuck with this young tart, I was going to embrace the depravity, use it to fuel the orgasm I could only imagine the intensity of. The light and shadows of another streetlight passed through the car and over Isabella’s legs. Those cum inducing thighs, soft, firm, taut, silky, smooth and that scintillating brown color. A milk chocolate looking treat, and I couldn’t wait to see if they tasted as great as they looked.

She was looking out the window, and had been the whole time; from the dingy hotel, to the streets of her hood, to the improving businesses and now into the modern downtown district. We finally reached the location where Isabella would become a woman. I pulled into a parking spot just off to the side of the Red Lion hotel entrance.

“Wait here ok?” I asked Isabella.

“Ok.” Her voice cracked, and it was quiet. Was it that she felt out of place in a well lit nice area? Was she not nearly so certain about giving herself to me? I hope she wasn’t unsure, because there was little chance I could let her leave tonight without a fair amount of me left inside her perfect procreation oriented body. I wondered if she would be impregnated by me by the time the sun rose tomorrow. I have to admit, I hoped so. Like any man, at a primal level its about offspring, and it stood to reason that the most perfect body for sex on Earth, probably was perfect to carry and deliver children.

I went inside and got a room, and it cost me about $175 for the night, a small price to pay to do this right. I got two keys and made my way back out to the car. While she would look a bit out of place in an upscale hotel, she didn’t look inappropriate so I gave her one of the keys and asked her to go up first to the room, number 345.

I waited for about 5 minutes, and then went back into the hotel and took the elevator up to the third floor. I knocked once and then used the card key and went into the room. It was a very decent size, with a large window towards the city lights of the rest of down town. Isabella was standing next to the window, looking out and didn’t acknowledge me entering. I took off my coat and hung it up, and took off my tie and shoes. The room only had a bedside lamp on and was not brightly lit.

I walked past the king sized four post bed, the comforter and pillows a sparkling white. I walked up behind Isabella and pressed up against her back, my groin pressing into her lower back, my erection surely noticeable. I slid an arm around her waist and held her. I felt her tense up.

“It’s a nice view isn’t it?” I whispered in her ear. I followed that with a light kiss on her neck, behind her ear.

“Mm-hmm.” She affirmed, still looking out at the city.

“Isabella, look at me.” I instructed.

She spun very slowly and I pulled her harder against me, my erection pressed against her tummy, my slacks and her top the only separation. Her right hand came up and laid on my pectoral, pressing just a smidge.

I felt like she was resisting me. I was confused, she was asking me to take her just a half hour ago, but now she seemed very uncomfortable. I leaned down a tad and pressed my lips against hers and kissed her. She let me but didn’t return my kiss.

I pulled back and looked her in the eye. “I am ready Isabella.”

She looked up at me finally, her eyes watery. “I . . I think I am too. . . “

“You were ready before, are you not now?”

“I . . . it feels wrong. This nice room, that big nice bed. This big window. This is the nicest room of any kind I have ever been in. Why. Why are you making it so nice? It felt okay for a girl in the hood, but here . . . I . . . I am not good enough to be here. . . ” She looked back to the ground.

I put a finger under her chin and raised her face to me again. I leaned down again and kissed her, this time pushing my tongue into her mouth. She resisted only a moment before letting me in and returning my kiss. Our tongues danced as our lips jostled. She clasped her hands around my neck as we made out. I pulled off long enough to pull the spaghetti strap of her top over her head and let it fall to her waist. Her breasts were exposed again. I cupped one and then the other as I continued to probe her mouth with my tongue.

Her breasts really did defy logic. How could they be so perky and firm, yet to soft and pliable at the same time. The areolas and nipples symmetrical and small considering the C cup size of her breasts. At least I think they were C’s, though they might have been large B’s, I really didn’t have that much experience to draw on.

My penis was completely engorged and had created a wet spot on my boxers, my pre cum already clearing my delivery system to deposit my sperm inside of this impeccable body before me. I worked her shorts off and let them fall to the floor, only now realizing she never put underwear back on.