Her bedroom is dimly lit, filled with the warmth of afternoon light and the soft glow of the orange tinted lamp she’s lit. An eighties album fills the room as you watch her undress - her jeans fall away, leaving her in just her shirt and boxers. Her thighs are toned and the soft fuzz along her thighs makes your heartbeat spike a little.

Then her shirt falls away, leaving her in her bra - you watch her muscles flex as she undoes the clasps of her bra behind her back and you ask yourself - is this the result of hitting the gym for over two decades because if it is - you never want her to stop.

Abby turns around to slip her boxers off and the full sight of her bare body, small breasts and peaked nipples makes your mouth water, makes you want to beg to let you suck on them, to watch her come undone while you suck on her tits like the horny little cunt you are.

But tonight is not about her, she made that clear. This is about you, about you losing your virginity to the older woman who has been taking care of your dads car since they were teenagers. This should feel wrong, should feel like sneaking behind your parents back but you’re an adult now and you’re more than horny for this woman - no matter how much older she is.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart.” She says, voice soft and open as she gently pushes your knees apart, baring your most private parts to her. She doesn’t inspect, doesn’t make a comment about the hair you weren’t able to catch with the cheap razor from the drugstore - she just skims her palms down the soft skin of your thighs and hums to herself in approval.

Your heart’s pounding, surely trying to escape your rib cage by this pace but you will yourself to breathe - you wouldn’t mess this up, not after you’ve finally convinced Abby Anderson to fuck you, to make you a proper woman.

“Breathe - we’ll take it slow.” She tries again, gently stroking the skin of your inner thigh but she can tell, she can feel and see how nervous you are. Judging by the way your breathing is uneven, how your fingers tremble on top of your belly and the way you’re avoiding her gaze are telling enough.

“Hey, look at me.” She murmurs and carefully takes one of your hands into her own, pulling your attention to her.

“We’ll do this at your pace. No rushing, I promise.” She whispers and presses a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. “And if anything feels off or you want to stop at any time, you say-”Red, y-yeah, i know.” She gives you a small satisfied smile.

“Red, yes. You yell it at the top of your lungs if you feel like it and we’ll stop - no questions asked.” You take her word, let it calm you, let it sit in your chest and lower the soaring rushing of your own blood in your ears - you can stop, you can call her off if you really need to and that is more than anyone could ever offer you, you’re sure of it.

“Now, do you really want this?” Abby asks, voice still kind and gently as she squeezes your knee. You nod shakily “I do, yes.” That seems to seal the deal. Abby sits back on her heels as she nods once more. One hand wanders downward, over the soft skin of your belly, cupping your mound with her warm palm which elicits a soft breath from you. 

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” She murmurs softly as her fingers slips through your glistening folds, gently exploring the outer lips of your pussy. You force your eyes open, training your gaze on the older woman’s face.

“Have you touched yourself before?” Abby inquires, one hand resting on your knee while the fingers of her other hand circle your entrance gently. Your voice seems to falter under your nerves so all you manage is a curt nod. Of course you’ve touched yourself before, you’re no prude. Being touched by someone else is an entirely different thing though.

Abby doesn’t comment as she slowly slips a finger into your cunt, the sensation feels unfamiliar but not uncomfortable. Her thumb brushes your clit with every pump, eliciting soft moans from you.

“That’s it, baby.” She murmurs as she continues her administration.

The tension builds slowly in your lower belly, familiar but different all the same. The sound of her finger pumping into your wet cunt, mingled with your breathy moans fills the room in a downright obscene orchestre of sex. Your hips hitch, chasing as much pleasure as she’s willing to give you. Then, she adds another finger, stretching your delicate virgin cunt deliciously.

“Look at you, baby - you’re taking my fingers so well. What do you say?” Your thighs start to quiver as the tension builds, your hands fisting the sheets below you as sounds of pleasure leave you. A soft deliberate slap against your inner thighs makes your head jerk in her direction.

“I asked you a question, girl - what do you say?” Her fingers don’t stop, pumping into your wet heat. “T-thank you, Abby.” You moan, practically keening as a result of her assault on your cunt.

“Atta girl.” She murmurs and picks up her pace, pumping her digits into your cunt, her other hand joins to rub tight efficient circles over your clit. The pleasure spikes, uncontrollably as it curses through your body like lightning.

Your walls clamp down on your fingers, your back arches off the bed and your body shatters in a high keen as spurts of liquid shoot from your pussy, covering Abby’s arms and lap in your wetness. It leaves you shuddering, breathless and completely out of it for a second before her voice rips you from the haze.

The bedroom’s filled with the soft but insistent sounds of damp skin slapping as Vi ever so carefully drives the harnessed dildo into your glistening cunt, the position is safe and familiar. Your hands are braced on her back, ankles crossed around her lower back to hold on. The breathing of the two of you comes a little breathless but nowhere near labored.

“Baby.” Vi whispers into the tiny space which separates your faces, drawing your attention back to her. “What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” She whispers against your skin, placing a delicate kiss to the soft skin beneath your jaw.

“I just - I’d like to try something new.” The words make her eyes snap up to meet yours, hips faltering while the dildo is still buried in your glistening pussy. “What kind of new, baby?” Her breath fans warm and softly against your skin, gaze fixed on yours as if you’re the sole reason she even draws breath in the first place.

“I don’t know.” You whisper but Vi knows, she can tell from the way your ankles tighten on her lower back, how your breathing picks up in anticipation. One of her hands sneaks upwards, catches your wrists to pin them above your head. The dilation of your eyes is enough to have her hips snap once, driving the dildo into your cunt once more. The action, the very hungry gaze of hers makes your heart beat faster, the blood in your veins spike in heat.

“You want me to be rough?” She whispers against your lips, her hands tightening around your wrists as if the answer could be anything but a fat yes. Vi lifts herself off you just to flip you onto your belly. Both of her hands clasp your hips to lift them, one hand slips down the curse of your ass and up your spine to press your upper body to the mattress. “My girl likes it rough?” She chuckles to herself as one hand comes down on your ass, the slap ringing through the hazy heat of the bedroom. A gasp leaves you as your fingers grip the sheets for purchase.

“Yes…god, yes.” You whisper more to yourself but you’re sure she heard, judging by the way she slips two fingers through your glistening folds, pushing two fingers into your spongy walls. She sets a pace, relentless and rough as her other hand comes down on your already reddening ass. “Count for me, baby.” She murmurs but the demand comes through clear, it sparks fire in your veins.

You hum in agreement but she’s not satisfied as she stills her administrations.

“Use your words, sweet thing.” She says, the tone of her words is almost patronizing, a little like she’s pitying the mess you are - she’s not, she’s more than proud to have made you in a quivering mess.

“Yes, Ma’am.” You murmur into the sheets, thighs shaking with the effort of staying the position she had manhandled you into before.

“That’s more like it.” You can practically see the smirk which probably graces her features as she plunges her fingers into your cunt once more. Her digits move into your pussy at an unrelenting pace as her hand comes down on your ass once more.

“One.” You manage with the planket fisted in your hand, your breathing coming ragged and undone.

“You get to come at five, not sooner, do you understand me, sweetheart?” She curls her fingers to underline her words, demanding and so so hot. “Yes, Ma’..am.” The room is filled by the obscene sounds of her fingers driving into your cunt and your ragged, breathy moans. Another slap comes down on your ass, stinging and hurting so good that your body jerks for a second.

“T-two.” you gasp. “You better stay right here, baby.” She warns once, driving her hand down once more for good measure. “Th-three.” You choke the word out, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as the sting settles, her assault on your cunt stays paced and unwavering.

“Please!” You pant as her fingers slip free from your hole to draw tight circles over your clit, the motion just being too much to not give yourself to the inevitable peak of your orgasm.

“No, no, baby - hold it.” She calls lazily as her hand comes down once more. “F-F-Four.” You choke out. You’re a mess, a sobbing, shivering, mindless mess. The very sight draws a breathy chuckle from Vi.

“Awh, my poor girl - can’t even talk right anymore.” She drawls with faux pity.

“One more, sweetheart - then you can come.” She whispers more to herself but it rings in your head like the very promise of salvation. You suck it in, your will yourself - to no avail. “I can’t!” You cry out but before another plea leaves you, her hand drives down once more, the final time.

“Come for me, baby.” She whispers but it makes no difference, you weren’t going to hold it any long anyways. The orgasm shoots through you like a lightning bolt, fast and mind altering. Your body jerks, a scratchy cry leaves you as the very peak of pleasure curses through every nerve ending your body possesses.