#Teen #Virgin
“Kitten” is the first part of a story, inspired by true events, about how I met my ‘Kitten,’ taught her to please me perfectly, and, one by one, claim
Kitten
Part One
Fall had begun, and after two years in a dead-end relationship, I reinstalled Tinder. I was thirty and had hoped that my last relationship would be “the one”—maybe marriage, a family… but it ended in disappointment once again. Oh well, I decided to work on myself, so I joined a gym, got my first tattoo on my right bicep, and visited a barber for a fresh new look. Midlife crisis in full swing, I guess.
I had a few matches on Tinder, but they didn’t go further than a couple of messages. It was late, and I was about to go to bed when I came across her profile: Lia, 18. She was incredible—long chestnut hair, beautiful face, perfect curves. I was amused she even popped up in my feed, thinking, What would we even talk about? But why not? I liked her look, so I swiped right. MATCH. My eyes widened, and my heart began to beat a little faster. My mind was already spinning with possibilities.
For a moment, I just browsed through her profile and photos. She had style—each photo featured a look and a pose that managed to tease perfectly. Her profile only had the basics—she liked horror movies and boba tea. Mine wasn’t too verbose either; I just had “Proud cat dad,” because of my two cats. I thought, screw it, and messaged her something simple: “Hey, should I try out a pickup line?”
The reply was quick: “No need, as long as I can be your third kitty.” My heart raced as I texted back, “Alright, you’ll be my kitten.” She loved it when I called her that. I later found out her dad lived abroad, and she probably had “daddy issues,” which was why she liked older guys—a situation that suited me just fine.
Chatting with her excited me, and after a bad breakup, it warmed my heart—and my ego—to know I could still catch the eye of such a young beauty. We quickly moved over to Instagram. She had no posts but a few photos in her stories that I went back to admire regularly. She was incredibly sexy, and that first night, I couldn’t help but jack myself off to her photos. Our conversation continued intensely, with her wishing me good morning every day, often adding photos—a smiling selfie or a pout, always with that beauty and energy that totally had me hooked.
In return, I sent her a photo from the gym—my sleeve rolled up to show off a pumped bicep and my new tattoo. I added a message: “Working out so I can give you the firmest hugs.” That evening, she responded with her first spicy photo. She stood there, posing in just an oversized hoodie barely covering her waist. Though she was slender, her legs and ass were perfectly proportioned, making me want to grab them tight.
More teasing photos and videos followed—of her lying on the bed in shorts and a tank top that was just transparent enough to offer a view of her small breasts. Even though they were petite, they drove me wild. Her body was incredible—young, sexy, simply divine. Then she sent me a photo from her candle-lit bath—a glimpse of her bare shoulders, slim figure, and a mischievous smile that completely captivated me. All the good parts were, of course, covered with bubbles. Still, the thought of plunging into her, pounding her hard, and finishing deep inside her became the sexiest fantasy I’d ever had.
We texted like this for about three months; our messages were half steamy, half affectionate. She was truly something special—not deep conversations, of course, since she was only 18, but she always asked how I was, sent me kisses and hugs, and replied to my messages quickly.
But there was one issue—even though we lived relatively close to each other, I couldn’t convince her to actually meet up. While I craved her physically, I’m a bit of a romantic, and over time I’d developed real feelings for her. So one day, I took the plunge and told her that if she just wanted to stay online friends, that was fine, but I’d really love to meet her in person and get to know her face-to-face.
That’s when the big reveal came. She admitted that she’d never actually had a boyfriend before. It caught me off guard, and I suddenly felt a little uneasy. I messaged her right away, saying it might be best if we kept things as just online friends. It just seemed like a bit more than I was ready to handle, especially given how close we’d gotten already.
The next few days, we didn’t chat much, but I quickly realized how much I missed her attention. I missed my “kitten.” We used to send each other cute videos of cats cuddling with captions like “us.” Now, whenever I stumbled upon a video like that, I’d feel a pull to message her, missing that easy connection we shared. On the third day, I finally reached out and sent, “How are you?”
She replied briefly, without the cute emojis she usually used: “I don’t even know anymore.” I answered, “I miss you.” She replied, “I miss you too.” I sent her a video of two cats lying together with the caption: “us in another life.” I added, “I know I shouldn’t send you things like this anymore, but I want to.”
She liked both messages and replied, “I want that too.” A mix of longing and excitement took over, and we started texting again, more passionately than before. I knew for sure—I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I texted her, asking if she wanted to come over and watch a movie. She replied, “Yes.”
It was already dark outside. I’d showered, freshened up, and shaved everywhere, getting everything perfectly smooth. I was ready. When the doorbell rang, I went to open it. My kitten stood there, tiny compared to my six-foot frame, with her shoulders slightly hunched and a gentle smile on her face.
“Hi,” she greeted me in her sweet voice. I responded and pulled her into my arms. The hug lasted a while—I took in the scent of her neck, something incredible, and I nearly got hard right there. I invited her in, and she noticed my two cats. “They’re so cute,” she said, bending down to pet them. She was wearing black yoga pants that hugged her round ass perfectly, and a purple hoodie that concealed the rest of her curves. I had an urge to pull her close and kiss her right there, but I didn’t want to rush it.
I asked if she wanted some water, and when she nodded, I gave her a quick tour of my place. We exchanged nervous glances; I kept looking her over, while she would sometimes glance away only to look back at me again. We finally settled in the living room, where I put on some music and dimmed the lights around the TV. The cats jumped on the couch, and we sat, laughing and chatting, but the tension was thick. “So, should we put on that horror movie?” I asked. She nodded, and I put on the movie as we sat down next to each other.
I lift my arm and ask if she wants to lean on me. She nods and snuggles in under my shoulder. My heart starts beating faster—I can feel her warmth even through our clothes. My hand slides down, and I hold her palm, finally touching her skin. Damn, it’s so soft. Blood rushes to my cock, already showing through my gray sweats.
“I’m glad I’m finally with you,” I whisper, intertwining my fingers with hers. She looks at me with a slightly vulnerable smile. “Me too.” I lift her chin with my free hand and kiss her—gently, sweetly. Our lips meet, and our tongues begin to intertwine slowly. My heartbeat speeds up, my breathing quickens, and the movie in the background fades into a blur as we focus solely on each other.
“You’re a good kisser,” I tell her. She takes a deep breath, replying, “So are you.” Her chest rises and falls; she’s clearly just as turned on as I am. “Are you warm?” I ask. She nods, and I pull her closer, sliding my hands under her hoodie and slowly pulling it off. Underneath, she’s wearing a fitted T-shirt, and to my surprise, no bra. Her nipples, already hard, press through the fabric. For a moment, we just stare at each other, our breaths deep and our gaze intense. Then, we dive back into each other.
This time, she takes the lead and climbs onto my lap. I savor the feel of her bare skin and let my hands roam everywhere. I trail kisses down her neck, and she lets out soft gasps and moans of pleasure. Meanwhile, my cock presses against her, right where her warm pussy settles against me. My hands slip under her shirt, caressing her perfect belly and moving up to her breasts.
I can’t hold back anymore, and I roll her onto her back. We’re both breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, and she looks absolutely stunning. “I want you,” I murmur, my voice low. “I want you too,” she whispers back. I dive down, kissing her deeply as my cock grinds against her through our clothes. The last of my inhibitions vanish, and I touch her everywhere I want.
I lift her shirt, revealing those beautiful, small breasts with nipples standing tall. I immediately take one into my mouth, kissing and sucking as she starts to moan louder and louder. My other hand slides down to her ass, grabbing it firmly to pull her even closer. Slowly, my fingers slip under her yoga pants, feeling the soft skin underneath—a blissful touch.
My lips trail to her neck; with one hand, I play with her nipple, while my other hand caresses her ass, moving lower until I feel the wetness. Jackpot.
Our eyes meet again, and words aren’t necessary. I take off my shirt, reach for her pants, and slide them down. She’s wearing red lace panties, only making my excitement grow. I lean down, kissing her thigh, moving lower and lower until I reach her panties, where I kiss and softly caress the skin around them.
For a moment, I gently pull her panties aside, revealing her beautiful, young pussy—pink and perfectly smooth. My tongue glides over it, and I’m thankful the movie is still playing in the background because her moans are so loud, the neighbors would probably hear it. She tastes incredible, and I can’t get enough of her. My tongue moves up and down, exploring her softness, until I reach her sweet entrance, and then I slide in.
Her whole body starts to tremble; she grabs my hair so tightly it’s almost painful, while her other hand grips mine, leaving marks from her nails I’d feel for days. My free hand caresses her thighs, and as I start to lick her clit, I slowly slide a finger inside her, making her body arch with pleasure.
At one point, I can’t take it anymore and sit up. She lies there, breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling, her eyes locked on me like magnets. I pull down my pants, and her gaze immediately shifts to admire my cock—I’ve never felt so hard. I lean over her, and we start kissing, as my cock gently rubs against her exposed pussy.
Between gasps, she whispered, “I… I’ve never been with anyone before.” I stopped, and our eyes met. I’d never been with a virgin either; when I started having sex, they were as rare as unicorns. The thought of being her first, that my cock would be the first to enter this perfect being, turned me on even more.
“And would you like that with me?” I asked softly. She nodded a few times through deep breaths, her body writhing with pleasure. I smiled at her, leaned closer, kissed her neck, and whispered, “Kitten, I’ll show you everything.” I began to slowly slide my cock into her warm, tight pussy. “I’ll teach you everything,” I whispered, giving her a gentle bite.
She was incredibly tight, but perfectly wet. At first, I could only ease the tip of my cock inside, so I started moving gently—in and out, again and again. With each motion, waves of pleasure coursed through her, and her nails dug into my skin as her body trembled. Then, I felt she was ready, and I slid in all the way. She pulled me close, letting out a loud moan. It didn’t seem like she was in pain; rather, the intensity was just overwhelming.
We kissed again, and I slowly started fucking her – sliding my hard cock in and out of her tight pussy, feeling her small body arch under me, driving me wild. With every breath, every tilt of her head, I could see how much she was enjoying it. My movements started out slow and careful, but each time I went a little deeper, a little harder. She moaned loudly, her fingers trailing down my back and pressing into my skin with every thrust. As we fucked, her body grew hotter, her pussy deepr, and her loud moans pushed me to go even harder.
“You’re mine now,” I whispered in her ear. “I want you to remember every second.”
I lay on top of her, watching her body tense with each stroke. Her skin glistened with a fine layer of sweat, her hard nipples brushing against my chest. I took a moment to admire my catch – her firm hips, narrow waist, and that perfect ass, which I grabbed tight, holding her in place and thrusting deep again. My cock was rock hard, pulsing with every movement inside her, ready to explode at any moment.
I leaned down and ran my tongue lightly along her neck. The soft “yes” she let out drove me on, harder and faster. I was completely lost in the way she trembled, in how much she pulled me in. Her eyes gleamed, and with every breath, every moan, I could feel she knew exactly what she was doing to me. I thrust deep and hard, feeling her body adapt to my rhythm.
Her moans grew louder and louder until I had to pull her closer and kiss her. I felt her body gripping me tighter, and my own arousal built to the max. The urge to fill her, to mark her as mine, was nearly unbearable. I held back a few more seconds, my eyes locked on her beautiful face.
Finally, I couldn’t hold it any longer. At the last moment, I pulled out my throbbing cock, ready to burst, and it shot out like a jet. A series of hot streams of cum hit her face, splashing her cheeks and running down her neck and chest.
She lay before me, legs spread, trembling, one hand covering her face as she tried to catch her breath. I took a moment to enjoy the sight, then reached for tissues on the table to clean her up. When I lay down beside her again, she wrapped her arms around me, and we just held each other for a while. Once she’d caught her breath, she looked at me with a big smile and playfully kissed my cheek. We cuddled, caressing each other, and finished watching the movie that had quietly played in the background.
Just after eleven, she noticed the time and suddenly jumped up, realizing she had to be home by midnight. She quickly got herself together, straddled me, and we shared a deep kiss before I walked her to the door. When the door shut behind her, I just shook my head in disbelief. What had I gotten myself into? Originally, I’d been looking for a lifelong partner, someone I could start a family with soon, and now here I was, watching this yung girl leave my apartment—someone I couldn’t even introduce to friends or family. Maybe it was even better if the neighbors didn’t see us together. And yet, somehow, it all felt strangely right.
This is where the first part of the story ends. If you’re curious to know how I gradually “trained” my little kitten, how I met her female classmates, and everything we experienced together, stay tuned for more. But if you don’t want to wait and would also like to support my work, check my profile for patreon info.
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