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The Temptation of Tight Young Pussy

In the sultry heat of summer, when the air fairly crackles with sexual tension, a young girl lies alone in her bed, her mind awhirl with taboo desires. She is but sixteen, her body just beginning to blossom into womanhood, her mind still naive and innocent. Yet, beneath the surface, she feels the stirrings of something dark and forbidden – a longing so strong it can scarcely be ignored.

With a trembling hand, she reaches beneath the covers, her fingers stealing across the smooth, unblemished skin of her belly. She hesitates for a moment, uncertain, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Then, with a groan that is almost a sob, she slips her hand lower, until her fingers are hovering just above her most intimate place.

The first touch is electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body that makes her gasp. She feels a flood of moisture between her legs, her untouched pussy already wet with arousal. Slowly, gently, she begins to stroke herself, marveling at the slickness of her own skin, the way her body responds to her touch.

She starts with just a single finger, tracing it along the outside of her folds, teasing herself with barely-there caresses. But soon, she grows bolder, sliping a finger inside, feeling the tight, velvet heat of her own passage. She moans, the sound muffled by the pillow pressed to her face, as she begins to pump her finger in and out, setting a slow, steady rhythm.

Her other hand comes up to play with her nipples, tugging and pinching the hardened nubs through the thin cotton of her nightgown. She arches her back, pressing her breast into her own palm, as her finger continues to work its magic below.

The young girl’s breath grows ragged, her hips beginning to undulate in time with the movement of her hand. She can feel the pressure building inside her, a strange, delicious tension that coils tighter and tighter with each stroke of her clever fingers.

Suddenly, without warning, it explodes. Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, sweeping her away in a maelstrom of sensation. She cries out, her voice high and keening, as her body convulses in ecstasy. Her hips buck wildly, grinding herself against her hand as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her.

As the storm subsides, she goes limp, her muscles turning to jelly, her breath gradually slowing to a normal pace. She feels languid, sated, as though she could float away on the warm, fuzzy afterglow of her climax.

But even as the last tremors fade, she feels the stirrings of desire once more. Her pussy is still wet, still needy, still hungry for more. She knows she should stop, that she’s pushing her luck already. But the temptation is too strong to resist.

With a wicked little smile, she reaches down again, this time using two fingers to plunge into her greedy hole. She gasps at the increased stretch, at the delicious fullness, as she begins to pump her fingers in and out, faster and harder than before.

She can feel herself building towards another peak already, her body eager to surrender to the pleasure once more. She bites her lip, muffling her moans, as she works herself closer and closer to the edge.

This time, when she comes, it’s even more intense than before. Her orgasm rips through her like a thunderbolt, making her whole body seize up in ecstasy. She clamps her thighs around her hand, trapping her fingers deep inside as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

And then, as suddenly as it began, it’s over. She slumps back against the pillows, utterly spent, her body glowing and her mind blank. She lies there for a long moment, just basking in the afterglow, until her breathing slows and her racing heart settles back to its normal pace.

The young girl sits up slowly, her head spinning slightly from the intensity of her experience. She glances down at herself, taking in the mussed sheets, the dampness between her thighs, with a lazy smile of satisfaction.

She knows she should feel guilty, should feel ashamed of what she’s done. But somehow, she can’t muster up any real regret. After all, it’s only natural to explore her body, to learn what gives her pleasure. And if a little manual stimulation is all it takes to send her soaring to the heights of ecstasy…well, who’s to say she’s doing anything wrong?

With a contented sigh, she reaches for the tissues on her nightstand, cleaning herself up with careful, almost reverent strokes. Then she settles back into her bed, tugging the covers up over her naked body and letting her eyes drift shut.

As sleep begins to take her, the young girl allows herself a final, naughty thought. Maybe, just maybe, next time she’ll be brave enough to whisper the name of her secret crush as she brings herself to climax. After all, a girl’s got to have goals, right?

And with that deliciously taboo notion to keep her company, she drifts off into a deep, satisfied slumber, one hand still resting lightly between her legs, ready for tomorrow’s explorations.