He had done such a good job of building my arousal that my wet folds just swallowed him up and molded around him. Yes, I was technically a virgin, not having had intercourse before. But I had had fingers inside me, and used a vibrator that my girlfriends and I had purchased on a lark during a trip we took together. So there was no “cherry” for him to take and no pain for me to endure. There was nothing but the sheer delicious feeling of being filled by Mark’s wonderful cock.
He pulled himself tight to me as he began thrusting slowly and deliberately, pulling the wide shaft almost all the way out, then sliding it deep inside until I could feel his pubic hair tickling the sensitive skin of my ass. Over and over he moved, in and out, in and out, building the speed just a little bit with each wondrous thrust.
And as he filled me with his cock, Mark moved one hand back to my breast and began pinching my nipple again firmly. But it was the other hand, the one he used to slide over my mound and locate my swollen clit, that began to push me toward the edge of my first true climax.
I thought I had cum before, especially when we tried out that new vibrator. But the mild sensations I’d enjoyed then were nothing like the slow, smoldering feeling that was building inside my body at that moment.
And when Mark’s two fingers found my clit again and began to circle it in rhythm with his increasingly rapid thrusts, I felt and electric shock shoot directly from my nipples to my pussy and back again. A tension began building at the base of my spine and started working its way upward and downward at the same time.
I leaned harder against the wall, instinctively thrusting my hips backward to meet Mark’s urgent movements. Suddenly, almost without warning, every muscle in my body tensed all at once and that electric feeling literally exploded and consumed every part of me. I know I must have cried out, the feeling was so incredibly intense, but I truly can’t remember anything about that moment except for the waves of sensation that washed over me, one after another.
My pussy spasmed and gripped Mark’s cock as he made one final deep thrust and buried himself in me as one, then two, then three spurts of hot semen painted my virgin womb. It was hard to tell the difference between my pulsing and his as we both finally went limp, collapsing against the wall from the exertion of our massive orgasms.
Given our surroundings, we didn’t have long to savor the afterglow of this incredible experience. We each pulled up our pants and tried to straighten up the rest of our rumpled clothing before we made our way back out to where my parents’ car was parked under a streetlamp. I was amazed at the wetness between my legs as the mixture of Mark’s cum and my own mingled and soaked my jeans as the delicious mixture dribbled from my pussy.
We drove in silence toward Mark’s house, each lost in our own thoughts about the night’s events. A girl has only one first time, and this was mine, for better or worse. It was not what I expected, and not really what I wanted. But at the same time, it was so spontaneous, so naughty, and so natural. And lying in my bed late at night these many years later, I remember as if it were yesterday every caress, every delicious sensation.
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