Then, at last, I felt his thumbs hook into the elastic of my panties. They were peeled over my hips, down my thighs and legs, ending up on the floor. His hand stroked the inside of my thighs, each stroke slowly moving upwards until the pads of his fingers finally reached the warmth, feeling the sensitive lips, now slippery with juices. My heart missed a beat, as he touched my sensitive button. Loins flexed instinctively; a little thrilling lurch, willing him to enter me with his fingers. I wanted to feel him explore my fanny.
Encouraged by this, still kissing me passionately with his tongue, Colin’s fingers probed softly between the lips, lingering in each of the slick folds, exploring their texture, thumb flicking over my hard clitoris. This was getting me worked up to fever pitch. I was steeped in a kind of sensuous stupor. His tongue was snaking all over me now. Hands and fingers were playing havoc with my inflamed body, ravenous for sex. It was so thrilling – exciting. I was drunk with ecstasy.
Then, out of the blue, he quietly asked me if I was virgin. I lied and said no. I’d already broken my maidenhead due to a mishap with a candle when I was younger but no man had ever entered me. Hadn’t even seen me down there. Colin was the first. I was desperate for him, willing him to look at my body; my secrets. But I was a bit anxious, in case he found it a disappointment when compared with all his other girlfriends. I wanted him to think I was experienced and sophisticated.
He was pressing his thick penis into my palm with little jerks. His trousers were already in a tumbled heap on the floor. Throwing one leg across my belly, he leaned on his arms pinning mine to the bed. More kisses as he wriggled on top of me, knees pushing my thighs apart.
Oh my God! My apprehension grew. Although excited beyond endurance, I was getting nervous and uncertain. This was not what I had intended. My God! I suddenly came out of my reverie. I might get pregnant. He wasn’t wearing a condom. I wasn’t on the pill. Perhaps I should push him away and call a halt. Oh no! I couldn’t. Colin was pressing hard on my arms. I couldn’t move. I was powerless – or so I thought. I wanted to be!
But, even whilst these thoughts were flashing through my head, I felt his cock prodding into me. Searching for the secret entrance. The center of my me. Rubbing against my little button and nudging its head between wet lips. He was kissing me lightly, nibbling and biting my lips with his. Even though I was aroused to a peak of desire, I pretended to struggle, wriggling my groin against the head of his prick.
I was groaning with impatience, frantic to feel it inside. In spite of not wanting to be fucked, I just couldn’t stop now. No way! It was too late. I’d passed the point of no return. I was as desperate for him as he was for me.
Then, suddenly, it was inside me! My mouth went dry.
So easy! I caught my breath sharply as it slid in, slowly and smoothly. All in slow motion, I felt this thickness invading my fanny. The entry was so easy. Folds of warm flesh parted and stretched to accommodate the first cock to enter into my shrine. Awesome!
I’d lost my virginity. The feeling was absolutely wondrous. Being stretched and filled. Deeper into the soft, slippery tightness. Deeper! Then he began sliding his cock out. Just as I thought he was going to withdraw it altogether, he thrust it in deep again. Then again. And again. Very slowly at first, thudding into my very center. It was so tantalising. Breathtaking. Then he started to fuck me a bit faster. I felt it rasping against my clitoris as it plunged in and out.
Suddenly he stopped and paused, the hardness deep inside me. Up to the hilt. I watched him through half-closed eyes. He was concentrating on the luxury of his conquest. I was his slave. The sensation of my warm pliant flesh clutching his penis was a triumph for him. Then he started again. Slowly and rhythmically, picking up speed.
He went on like this, starting and stopping, slow and then fast, pausing with it fully embedded, relishing the victory. He took his time. Nothing was hurried. Every stroke was a separate experience to be indulged in; to be cherished. Fingers joined the cock at my fanny, rolling the clitoris.
Eventually, my whole body seemed to spread out like a great swell of the sea, liquid and awash with lechery. The sensation turned into a huge wave. I was on the crest, being carried along, rolling and dipping on a peak of bubbling excitement. It got faster and faster, wilder and wilder, until I tumbled breathless into the huge surge. Spray was everywhere, swamping over me and swilling into every part of my body in a fantastic release of tension. I was moaning and whimpering loudly in his ear, begging for more. My groin jerking up against his, legs as wide as I could stretch them. His awesome stiff cock drilling relentlessly into the centre of my fanny.
It was the most wonderful orgasm I’d ever had. I never knew it could be such an incredible sensation. Wave after wave of rapture swamping me. I realized at that moment that I must have a lot more of this and often. It was like a drug. And if I got pregnant … well! Sod it!
Colin was still ramming his cock into me pretty hard. Then, with a grunt, he yanked himself out, pressing the shaft hard against my belly. His loins jerked heavily, again and again. With each jerk I felt a warm gush between our bellies. He went on thrusting his groin at me, grunting as he spurted several spouts of hot liquid into my bush of hair. After he subsided, he slipped it back into me. But I panicked and pushed him off.
He didn’t object or try to force me. He just rolled off, reached for a paper hanky to clean me up. He took his time over it, planting little kisses on my belly, my nipples, and even my clitoris.
I couldn’t speak. My brain was numb. I had given him my virginity and, now that it was over, I wasn’t sure if it had been a good idea after all. Now that the peak of excitement had passed, I was beginning to have doubts. But my body did feel wonderful. Fulfilled and happy. He kissed me all over again before sitting up.
‘Let’s finish our drinks,’ he suggested. I sat up, smiled at him weakly and took the glass. I didn’t know what to say. He was sat in shirt tails and socks. I was stark naked. It wasn’t fair!
‘Will you take your clothes off?’ I asked.
I watched whilst he removed his shirt, his eyes twinkling at me.
‘That seemed like a good orgasm.’
I gulped my drink and nodded. He knelt facing me on the bed. For the first time I took a good look at his cock. It had started to soften a little but was still thick and sticky. It fascinated me that such a tube of flesh could become so hard and give so much pleasure. I touched it gingerly. He leant over me to kiss me with great tenderness, whilst softly kneading one of my breasts.
‘Go on,’ he said. ‘Take a good look at it. Play with it! After all, it’s a lady’s toy. In fact, it’s the only toy women never tire of playing with. You’ve seen plenty before, no doubt.’
‘Of course,’ I lied. ‘But they’re all different, aren’t they.’
This was the first naked man I’d ever seen, with his semi-soft penis resting on his wrinkled testicles, almost hidden in a deep tangle of curls. I reached out and started to toy with it, fingering the foreskin, testing the girth of its head. I watched fascinated as it began to fill out again. Thicken and lengthen. It jerked as each heart beat re-filled it. It hoisted itself up from the nest of hair, pulsing and swelling until, fully grown again, it pressed against the hairy curls on his belly.
I was totally rapt by it. It was a revelation. A handsome column of pale flesh; warm and proud. Such an arrogant thing. I fondled it, squeezed it, weighed the low-hanging testicles and examined the genitals for some minutes whilst he stroked and fondled my heaving breasts.
‘Let me see yours,’ he said. He parted my thighs and swung over my body, one knee on either side of my head.
I swallowed hard as I opened my thighs wide, displaying my secret, tousled opening to his scrutiny. I hope he wouldn’t be disappointed. I don’t shave, but keep the hair trimmed. It’s not very thick either. My labia are fairly big – certainly can’t be contained inside the outer lips. They are the usual wrinkled folds of brownish colored flesh. The clitoris is normal, I guess. Whatever a normal clitoris is! But it works fine!
Tony gasped. ‘Beautiful,’ he whispered softly to himself. His fingers eased the folds open, to show the puckered pink gateway to my mystical paradise. The small inflated button throbbed under his gaze. I was never short of juices, but on this occasion, they seeped copiously from the ravished orifice, gathering in a small pool below it.
Colin’s testicles were dangling over my eyes. I was examining them closely when, without any warning, I felt a light kiss, not much more than a breath of air, on my clitoris. I stiffened. I wondered what on earth he was doing. I had never even heard of oral sex, never thought about it. Then he was kissing and licking my fanny, his arms pinning my thighs open. After a moment of distaste and panic, I realised that it felt nice. In fact, wonderful!
My boy-friend had never shown any interest in my genitals apart from fingering them. He had never shown much interest in examining them. Colin’s tongue was now playing havoc with my emotions. I relaxed, realising that he could do anything he wanted to me. I was his willing slave, all right. Then it hit me! With a shock, I knew I had fallen head over heels in love with him.
That first night he sucked me for ages, and fucked me three times, every one leading to a shattering orgasm, before I finally slipped exhausted into my own room. I couldn’t sleep. I was panicking about the possibility of being pregnant. But, I was overwhelmed with love for Colin. It was turned two o’clock when I finally got back to my room just across the corridor. I had been well and truly introduced to the pleasures of the flesh.
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