Finally, he stopped and asked if I wanted to come. I think I said, “Ungh.” He knew that I needed a climax more than anything in the world, but he asked me several times if I was really, really sure; teasing me. Finally, at long last he whispered, “Just let it go, Diane. I’m not going to make you wait any longer.”
He sucked my button between his lips and started licking the little head until I was totally insane with pleasure. I could feel that what had happened to me the night before was about to happen again, and this time I knew what was coming. It was going to be me. I’d had three orgasms, and I knew enough to just let it happen.
It didn’t take long, and it was like a dam bursting inside me. I heard myself grunt loudly and maybe squeal, but I consciously had nothing to do with the sounds I was making. I probably made all sorts of noises as my entire body was carried away by wave after wave of pleasure. The big bells rang in my head, my ears roared, I saw red and yellow flashes even though my eyes were tightly closed. Ohh, My God I held his head tightly to me until those wonderful waves began to smooth out and let me come back down to some kind of sanity.
I was panting as if I had been running laps, and I could feel my heart trying to pound out of my chest. Wow, I thought I was going to faint or die or something. I opened my eyes, and John was looking up at me, a smile on his wet lips. He told me to get back into the tub where it was warm. He kissed me, and his mouth had that distinctive taste from my pussy. I’m sure glad he likes my taste. I love that taste on him. I guess that’s what Mom’s magazines call “oral sex.” I like “pussy kissing” better. I don’t care what it’s called, it’s wonderful.
John said, “I love your passion, Baby.” He held me until I had more or less returned to normal. We had been in the bathtub for quite a while by then, and I was beginning to feel waterlogged. We agreed that it was time to get out, but he have my pussy a little washing. He said, “The cleanest pussy gets the most kisses.” In that case, I’m going to have the cleanest one in town. Miss Kitty sure likes getting kissed.
He told me to stay put and got out and dried himself. He wrapped a towel around his waist, then gave me his hand to help me out of the tub. I didn’t even have to dry myself. John sat on the edge of the tub and I stood there while he dried me gently and thoroughly from head to toe, even the crack of my …. behind.
When I was nice and dry he put his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him. I was just the right height, and all he had to to was lean forward slightly and part his lips to get a nice mouthful of nipple. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, held it there, and started humming. It sounded like “The Star Spangled Banner,” and it felt really good. Sort of a tickling but not quite. A tingly, exciting feeling. Indescribable, but good.
John slid down to his knees and put his hands on my hips. Again the height was perfect and his lips were in the right place to kiss me just above my cleft. He slid his tongue into my cleft and the tip went along the length of my button. For the first time I was glad that hairless down there and that everything was out in front. Although I was standing with my legs together, his tongue had to trouble finding my clitoris. He licked my button until my legs started to tremble, then he stood up and took me into his arms.
When John bent to kiss me, Herman was bulging his towel straight out like a tent pole. I stood on my tiptoes to be kissed and reached down to loosen the towel and let it fall to the floor. Then I put his big, warm penis straight up against my tummy and pressed myself against John to give it a nice comfy place to rest. I wiggled my middle a little bit to make sure he was comfortable.
Herman was starting to throb between us when John broke our kiss and whispered into my ear, “Are you absolutely, positively, a hundred percent sure that you don’t want to be a virgin anymore, Sweetheart?”
I was so absolutely, positively, a hundred percent sure that I couldn’t even say anything. My only fear was that I would be too small inside to take his penis. I just pulled him down to kiss me. I was so enthusiastic that out teeth clashed, but I didn’t care. I don’t think John cared, either. Finally. At last. Oh, this is scary. This is wonderful!
John picked me up and carried me into the dark bedroom. He laid me gently down on the bed, kissed me, and went back into the bathroom for the candles. I slid under the covers while he put a candle on each of the bedside tables, and I pulled the covers aside for him. The room was cool, and the yellow flickering light of the candles was very romantic. This is like a scene in one of Mom’s dumb Harlequin Romances. This is a lot better than any old book though.
John slid in beside me, pulled the blanket over us, and took me into his arms. This is the first time we’ve ever been naked in bed together, and it’s wonderful. I think an even bigger ‘first’ is about to happen. My all-time ultimate big one. My arms went around him, and my after-orgasm stupor was gone. I was suddenly alive again. More alive than ever before.
The sheets were fresh and cool, and my lover’s body was warm against me. I kissed him with not only my lips and tongue, but with every part of me I could get in contact with his big, warm, naked body. I kissed him madly, passionately, my front teeth clashing against his. He returned my kiss just as passionately, big, hot Herman poking my stomach. Our legs were intertwined as were our tongues. Each of us was trying to get as much in contact with the other as possible.
He whispered that I had one last chance to keep my virginity, and that I’d better tell him right then, or it was going to be gone forever. I pressed my mouth to his and tried to shake my head “no” at the same time. Oh, it’s finally going to happen. I’m going to get my cherry popped. I took my mouth from his and whispered the only word that seemed right, a word I’d never said before.
“Fuck me, John. Please. I’ve waited so long.”
Before he could reply I was kissing him again, rubbing myself against Herman. He gently pushed me onto my back and turned to reach into the nightstand. He took out a little plastic bottle and squirted something onto his fingers. When I felt it at the entrance to my vagina it was cold.
I asked him what it was, and he said, “It’s called Astroglide, Baby. It’s slippery and will make it easier for us the first time. It will probably hurt some, but this will help.”
As he put more onto his finger and put it right into me, I said, “I don’t care if it hurts, just DO IT. FUCK ME, John, please!”
The heat inside my pussy warmed the Astroglide, and I could feel it mingling with my own juices. John got himself between my legs and told me to open them wide and to pull my knees up. It would make it easier for him to enter me. I did as he said, and I could feel Herman’s warm tip exploring for my entrance. Oh, my God, John’s going to fuck me. I’m about to have my cherry popped! Oh, I want it so much. Now, Darling, go ahead and hurt me. Fuck me.
John reached between us and guided the tip of his penis to my entrance. I lifted my hips to try to help, but John said to hold still and let him do it. I got my knees up almost to his shoulders, trying to make myself easier for him to penetrate. I felt the tip enter me, hot and slippery from the Astroglide and my juices. John pushed, and I could feel him touch the obstruction about an inch inside my vagina.
John seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said, “This may hurt, Baby. If it does, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to stop now.”
I was about to tell him to go ahead when he pushed hard into me, and stopped. He continued to push, and I could feel myself stretching and stretching and stretching . He continued to push, and suddenly there was a burning, tearing pain. Although I tried not to, it really hurt and I know I cried out. I couldn’t help it. It hurt!. Suddenly, though, the pain was over and I just felt him inside me, big, hot, and wonderful. Ohh, my God! My cherry was just popped. John’s inside me. Oh, he feels huge, and it’s wonderful!
John held still inside me, but I could feel him throbbing and jerking. Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful. John had his weight on his hands and we were really only touching where our bodies were joined. I whispered that I wanted to be kissed, and he lowered himself to his elbows as I pulled him down with my arms and hands. His penis was in my pussy, his tongue was in my mouth, mine in his. My arms were around him, my legs open high and wide to him. Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful.
We kissed for a long time, deeply and passionately. My pussy felt totally full of him and he was hot. I whispered, “Is it all the way in.”
John told me to put my hand down to feel. When I did I was astonished to feel at least half of his penis still outside, and the outer lips of my pussy were like rubber bands stretched tightly around the hardness of his penis. The inner lips were stretched so much that I couldn’t even tell where they were. Where am I going to put the rest of him? I’m completely full, overflowing, and there’s no room for more. I’m just not deep enough to take any more. Is this going to be enough for John? I hope so, because I know this is allI can take.
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