Virginity: Cumming of Age (True story)

Then it happened.

I was just about to voice another week objection when I felt a pop. The head of my penis forced its way inside

her. Her vaginal opening tight around me like a ring a few sizes too small. She cried out and wrapped her arms

tight around my neck. She clung to me, her breath slow and ragged. She tried to adjust to this new feeling she

had forced inside her body.

Adding her tight grip around my neck to all of the events leading up to this moment I was feeling light headed. I

held her close in my arms. I wished desperately to somehow take the pain away. I was kicking myself that I had

let it go this far. At the same time I was fighting the powerful instinctual urge to grab her hips and start trusting

furiously.

Her death grip around my neck loosened and she leaned back just enough so that I could see her face. Her

grey eyes were like ice chips under moonlight. My heart broke when I saw a tear pooling in the corner of her

eye. “We don’t have to do this.” I whispered nervously.

She leaned back further, pressing the rest of my length into her. “It’s already done.” She smiled weakly. This

time when she tensed I could see the pleasure rising up though her body. She moved her body, almost

extracting me completely from her, before slowly pushing herself back onto me. I could feel every inch of her

velvety pussy wrap around me; slide over me. She built a rhythm with her movements, and I started to thrust

back against her. We writhed together in ecstasy. Her moans of pleasure rising from somewhere deep inside. I

had reached my break point. I enfolded her in my arms and plunged as deep as I could. It seemed as if I was

pouring myself inside her as pulse after pulse of warm cum shot into her waiting vagina. The world fell away

around us once more. I was lost in and eternity of bliss as my orgasm peaked. Her whole body went ridged

and spasms rippled over my dick as she reached her climax with me.

Once spent, she clung to me almost desperately. She was a hurricane survivor and I was her life raft. Her

breath was short frayed pants. Her head rested upon my shoulder. My arms wrapped protectively around her.

My erection was still buried deep inside her. “Can we stay like this forever?” This was the last thing I heard

before drifting off to sleep.

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