Midnight Moonlit Secrets

My parents' tires crunched over the gravel driveway that morning, their goodbye waves fading into the distance as the house emptied out. Finally alone, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, the sun streaming through the blinds in harsh midday stripes across my skin. Naked, I turned side to side, taking it all in—my tits full and perky, nipples already pebbled from the cool air, the curve of my hips flaring out to thighs that felt strong, ready. My pussy lips peeked out, trimmed but natural, a faint sheen of anticipation building between them. I ran my hands down my sides, cupping my ass, squeezing the flesh I'd been too shy to flaunt before. Nineteen today, and fuck, I looked good. That confidence hit different now, like the lake nights had unlocked something—Greg's eyes on me, his small dick twitching for me, making me feel like I owned this body. No more hiding. Today was the day I'd take his virginity, or more like claim it, along with mine. God, he was hot, that beautiful face and body, and his penis? It was almost mine now, four inches of perfect, embarrassing heat I couldn't wait to wrap around.

The clock ticked toward noon, and impatience clawed at me. I threw on the bare minimum—a thin sundress, no bra, no panties, the fabric whispering against my bare skin as I grabbed a towel and bolted out the door. The trail to the swimming hole felt shorter in the daylight, sun dappling through the leaves, birds screeching overhead like they knew what was coming. My heart pounded, pussy already throbbing with every step, the dress riding up my thighs. What if someone saw? The risk made it better, my nipples scraping the cotton, clit pulsing against nothing. I broke through the trees at the edge of the clearing, and there he was—my naked Adonis, standing knee-deep in the water, tall and sculpted, water droplets tracing the V of his hips. Greg turned, that gorgeous face breaking into a smile, but he kept his hands casual by his sides, dick hanging soft and small against his thigh, pink and unassuming in the bright sun. Like a good boy, he'd waited, not touching himself, letting it stay tame until I could see every inch.

"Fuck, look at you," I said, kicking off my sandals, eyes locked on his crotch as I sauntered closer. The sunlight hit him direct, no shadows to hide in, his balls loose and heavy below that little shaft, maybe two inches soft now, nestled in a trim patch of hair. He flushed, shifting his weight, but didn't cover up—progress from the moonlit blushes. "Standing there all exposed in the daylight. Bet that tiny dick feels the sun warming it up."

His cheeks went red, but his cock twitched, starting to swell just from my words. "Emily... you made it," he murmured, voice thick, eyes raking over my dress like he could see through it. I stepped into the shallows, water cool around my ankles, and reached out, fingers brushing his chest, down to his abs. A couple light insults, and there it was—hardening quick, pushing out to its full four inches, rigid and veined, the head flushing darker in the open air. So fucking cute and hot, pointing straight at me like it knew who owned it.

"I want that small cock, Greg," I said, voice low and commanding, my hand wrapping around it loose, feeling the heat pulse in my palm. He melted right there, knees buckling a bit, a soft moan escaping as I stroked once, slow, thumb circling the tip where a bead of pre-cum smeared. Empowered didn't cover it—I was electric, this beautiful boy putty in my grip, his body mine to command under the open sky. No more teasing in the dark; this was raw, daylight stripping every inhibition.

We moved to the bank, right beside the water's edge, grass tickling our feet. I pulled him into an embrace, our bare skins pressing—his hard dick trapped between us, poking my stomach, my tits flattening against his chest. His hands trembled as they slid up my arms, then down to the hem of my dress. "Take it off me," I whispered, nipping his earlobe. He didn't hesitate, bunching the fabric and yanking it over my head in one pull, leaving me as naked as him. The sun hit my skin full force, warming my tits, my ass, and his eyes dropped straight to my pussy—gorgeous, he mouthed, no words, just that priceless reaction, jaw slack, dick jumping against my thigh. My folds were already slick, parting slight in the breeze, clit peeking out swollen and ready. He stared like he'd never seen anything so perfect, hands hovering before I grabbed them and placed them on my hips.

"Touch it," I said, guiding one hand lower, his fingers brushing my inner thighs, then up to cup my pussy, middle finger sliding along my slit. Fuck, the contact sent sparks up my spine, my juices coating his skin immediate. He groaned, pressing closer, his four-inch cock rock-hard now, leaking against my hip. I took it in my hand again, stroking firm, feeling it throb—small but so responsive, every vein standing out in the light. "Let's do this, Greg. I want you inside me."

He nodded, eyes wide and hungry, melting further as I backed us down onto the grass, pulling him over me. His body covered mine, heavy and warm, mouth finding my neck, sucking light as I spread my legs wide, knees hooking his hips. I reached down, gripping his shaft—god, it felt perfect in my fist, not overwhelming, just right—and guided the head to my entrance, rubbing it through my wetness, coating him up. "Your small penis feels so amazing already," I murmured, locking eyes with him. "Such a perfect boy and a perfect cock. Push in, Greg—fuck me with it."

He moaned louder, hips rocking forward tentative at first, the tip breaching me easy, stretching just enough to make my walls flutter. Inch by inch, he sank in—all four, base to tip, filling me without the ache of too much, just this snug, intimate pressure that hit every nerve. "Oh shit, Emily," he gasped, bottoming out, balls pressing against my ass. I clenched around him, pussy gripping that small length like a vice, and he shuddered, holding still to savor it. No virgin fumbling; he started thrusting slow, deep, the angle letting his pubes grind my clit with every push. The sun beat down on us, sweat mixing with lake water on our skins, his abs flexing as he drove in, my tits bouncing with the rhythm.

"Fuck, yes—harder," I urged, nails digging into his back, legs wrapping tighter. He lasted surprisingly long for a first time, building a steady pace, his moans mixing with mine as he pounded that perfect cock into me. I rocked up to meet him, pussy soaking his shaft, the wet slap of skin echoing off the trees. His hands roamed—squeezing my tits, pinching nipples until I arched, then sliding down to rub my clit in clumsy circles that still sent me spiraling. The fullness was addictive, his small size letting him hit spots without mercy, my walls pulsing around him, juices dripping down to my ass.

I flipped us sudden, straddling him now, taking control—sinking back down on his dick, riding hard, my ass slapping his thighs. He gripped my hips, thrusting up, that four-inch rod spearing me deep, his face contorted in bliss. "You're so tight—fuck, Emily, your pussy's gripping me," he panted, one hand reaching to fondle my bouncing tits, the other slipping back to tease my ass crack, finger circling the hole light. The added touch pushed me closer, pressure coiling tight in my core.

We came together like that, me grinding down as he bucked up—his moans turning to groans, cock swelling inside me, then pulsing hot spurts, filling my pussy with his load, thick ropes coating my walls. The sensation tipped me over, orgasm ripping through, my clit throbbing against his base, walls milking every drop as I shook, a gush of my own wetness mixing with his come, leaking out around his shaft. "Yes—fill me, Greg," I cried, collapsing forward, our mouths crashing in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as aftershocks rippled.

We lay tangled, his softening dick still inside me, come trickling out warm between my thighs. He traced my spine, eyes soft but wicked now. "That was... better than I imagined," he said, smirking.

I grinned, clenching around him one last time, making him hiss. "And we're just getting started. Next time, I'm tying you up—make that little dick beg before I let it in." His cock twitched inside me at the thought, already stirring, and I laughed, knowing we'd be back here soon, chasing more.