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Giving My Virginity

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In high school, I wasn't an ugly duckling, but I wasn't the school beauty either. I was tall, 5 feet 8 inches, and skinny. I measured 35A-28-33. I had some good attributes, as everyone does. Mine were my big brown eyes and my long full reddish blonde hair. My legs are very long, but they were skinny with knobby knees. Twiggy was out of style by then. Girls with nicer curves were in. I was often referred to as "a stick", or "flat as a board". Teenagers can be so thoughtless, uncaring and mean. This made me very self-conscious and my self-esteem was pretty low. I surrounded myself with a self-imposed wall. Needless to say, I never had a date in high school.

The first man came into my life a couple of years after high school. Chris and I met in college. I was having trouble in my organic chemistry class. Chris was an upperclassman who was assigned to tutor me. He was the ideal guy to bring me out of my shell. He was gentle, caring, attentive, handsome, and honest. Even though he had been very popular at his high school, and was still popular in college, he really seemed to care about me. For me, it was love at first sight.

After a couple of tutoring sessions, a miracle happened. Chris asked me out. "I think we need to take a break. Why don't we go grab something to eat?"

I was almost too scared to reply, but I managed to stammer out, "Sure." How eloquent right?

After that night, it became a regular thing. Chris would come to my dorm and help me with my chemistry. Then, we would go to get something to eat or see a movie. It was in a dark theater that he first kissed me. I did not have any experience kissing, but this one was wonderful. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest as my lips opened to his gently questing tongue. I could feel my panties getting wet as the sensations coursed through my body. But, kissing was as far as we went.

After that night, we started making out on every date. As we were kissing one night, I felt Chris' hand on my hip. Slowly, it started moving up my side. As it crossed my belly, I thrust my tongue deeper into his mouth. But, as it gently clasped my tiny boob through my bra, I got worried. I had very small breasts. What if he didn't like them? Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed his hand and pushed it back down to my hip. Chris settled for that.

On the next date, things went further. As we sat in his car, we were kissing and making out. Chris again tried to fondle my boobs through my bra. But, considering how small my boobs were, I wouldn't let him. But, I really liked Chris and did not want to run him off. As his hand moved up and closed over my boob, I pushed his hand downward. Opening my legs slightly, I pushed his hand between them. This was all the encouragement he needed. In a few minutes, he had worked his hand under my skirt and was rubbing my pussy through my panties. I had rubbed my pussy myself, but I had never allowed a boy to do that. This felt entirely different than it did when I masturbated myself.

Soon, I was panting for breath and raising my ass off the seat to meet his hand. He slid his finger under my panties and rubbed over the outside of my wet lips. I was now gasping for breath and thrusting hard against his hand. When he tried to pull my panties down, it took all of my self-discipline, but I stopped him. That was as far as we went that night.

Over the next month or so we went from his rubbing my pussy to where eventually my panties were lying on the floor and his fingers were thrusting in and out of my very wet pussy. That is how I had my very first orgasm, lying in the backseat of a 1968 Camaro. It felt wonderful.

Of course I was also curious about his cock. One night as I was lying in the back seat of his car, bottomless and spread wide to his fingers, I got courageous. I reached down and felt his cock through his jeans. It felt so big, hard and hot. It was the first time I ever touched a cock. As his fingers stroked my pussy, I got hotter and hotter. I grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. Reaching inside I felt the smooth hard skin of his shaft throbbing in my hand. I pulled it out so I could see my first cock. It looked beautiful, but also scary. How could any woman fit something that big up inside her body?

I tentatively began to run my hand along Chris' hard cock, unsure about what I should do. I marveled at how smooth it was. Precum was oozing from the slit in the dome-like head. I took a finger and began rubbing it around the velvety head. I was mesmerized by his dick. I watched as it twitched every time I ran my finger under the head.

Chris stopped rubbing my pussy and sat back to give me more access. As I stroked it I saw another drop of precum form on the tip. Using my thumb, I rubbed it over the head. His moan of delight told me I was doing something right. Watching closely, I started pulling on the shaft as it gleamed in the moonlight.

Soon, I felt it start to twitch and throb harder in my hand. Chris reached down and grasped my hand. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come all over you." He gasped.

This intrigued me even further. Of course I knew that men squirted cum out of their cocks, but since this was the first time I had seen one, I had never witnessed a guy cumming. I wanted to make Chris cum.

Reaching down into my purse, I bought out a handkerchief. My mother had always insisted that I carry one with me. Somehow, I did not think this was the reason she had in mind. Placing it over the head of his cock, I wrapped my hand around it and started pumping his cock again.

Soon, he was arching his hips up to meet my hand. His gasps became moans as he neared climax. Suddenly he stiffened as I felt his warm cum flooding out of his cock and filling my handkerchief. There was a lot of it. I continued to pump his cock until he reached down and stopped me. I could feel my juices flooding out of me as I realized that I had just given my first handjob.

The next several dates ended with me giving Chris a handjob. But, we both wanted more. One Saturday night, we went to a drive-in movie with one of my classmates, Carol, and her boyfriend, Ed. During the movie, Chris and I were kissing and making out. He tried to rub my pussy through my jeans, but I was afraid my friends would see us. Looking over the seat at Carol, I saw Ed had his hand up under her skirt. His arm was moving in a steady rhythm as he obviously pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her head was thrown back on the seat and she had one hand inside her blouse pulling on her nipple. As I watched, her, back arched off the seat as she climaxed.

Ed looked at m and grinned. When Carol opened her eyes, she saw me watching them. She smiled at me and then reached down to Ed?s crotch. I watched as Carol unzipped her boyfriend's pants. I felt Chris unzip my own jeans as Carol pulled Ed's cock out into the dim light in the backseat. It was the only cock I had ever seen other than Chris'. It looked shorter than the one I was used to, but it was thicker. Absentmindedly, I raised my hips and allowed Chris to pull my jeans down and completely off.

My pink panties were not visible to Carol and Ed in the backseat. But, Chris did not waste any time pushing his fingers inside my panties and up into my very wet pussy. I opened my legs slightly to make it easier for Chris to finger me as I watched Carol stroke Ed's hard cock.

I gasped as I watched Carol lower her head and take Ed's cock into her mouth. Of course I knew what a blowjob was, but I had never touched Chris' cock with my mouth. As I watched Carol's head moving up and down in Ed's lap, I reached over and pulled the zipper down on Chris' pants. Reaching inside, I pulled his cock out into my hand.

By now, I was on my knees, leaning against the back of the front seat. Chris pulled my panties down to my knees as he started to really pump his fingers in and out of my soaked pussy, I could feel my juices streaming down my legs.

My moans were matching Ed's as I watched him suddenly raise his ass up off the seat.. Carol quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth and moved her face to the side. She was pumping his cock rapidly as large jets of cum started squirting out of his cock high into the air. Seeing him cum triggered my own release. My body quivered against the seat as my own orgasm raced through me.

Laughing, we all straightened our clothes. I was scared and did not want Ed to see me half naked. After the movie, we dropped Carol and Ed off at her parent's house. As Chris and I drove back toward my dorm, I was so hot I couldn't be still. I started rubbing his chest and then his cock. His cock was hard and hot inside his pants.

Chris suddenly turned down a dirt road and then off into the edge of a field. He blurted out, "I can't drive while you're doing that."

We kissed feverishly and then climbed into the backseat. Soon, he was naked and I was bottomless. He tried to unbutton my blouse, but again I stopped him. ""I'm sorry Chris. I'm sure you must be frustrated with me not getting completely naked, but I have my reasons. I can feel how excited you are, and appreciate the fact you aren't pushing for more."

Leaning forward, Chris kissed me tenderly. "I love you. I don't care if you let me play with your breasts or not. Your boobs don't make you any more or less of a woman."

That was the first time Chris had told me he loved me. My heart soared as I heard the words. He had to be the kindest most understanding man in the world. Kissing him back, I breathed, "Chris, I love you too."

As we kissed, Chris lay me down on the seat. It was very cramped. Rising up, Chris told me, "Just a minute."

Climbing naked out of his Camaro, Chris went to the trunk and opened it. In a minute I heard him calling softly for me. I peeked out of the car, looked and made sure no one was around. Walking around to the back, I saw a blanket spread out in the moonlight. Chris walked up to me and kissed me gently. Leading me by the hand, he walked over to the blanket and lay down. I quietly joined him on the blanket.

As we lay kissing on the blanket, Chris moved his hand down across my belly. I spread my legs in invitation as he cupped my pussy in his palm. He moved his hand and began to rub my swollen lips. One finger began tracing the wetness between my virgin inner labia. I was feeling warm all over and instinctively began to move against his touch. Chris slipped a finger inside my wanting pussy, and began to move it in and out. I arched my back and gasped as my pussy eagerly gripped his finger.

I was getting sweaty as Chris was fingering my pussy. The feeling of his finger invading my virgin pussy was overwhelming. He slipped another finger in and began to move them in and out of me in a steady rhythm. Soon I was thrusting my hips forward to meet his intruding fingers.

"Oh God, that feels so good," I gasped. "You are making me tingle all over."

His hand was coated in the wetness seeping from my hot pussy. I could feel my pussy working and pulling on his fingers as they slid in and out of me.

Chris pulled his fingers completely out of me just as I was nearing orgasm. I opened my eyes and panted, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Rising up on my elbows, I looked down my body. I saw Chris moving his face toward me. I knew what he wanted to do, but I had never let him kiss my pussy before. I tensed up as I felt his hands pushing my thighs further apart. Gently, he blew across my wet feverish pussy. The sensation of cool arm brushing the most private part of my hot body caused a bolt of desire to move through me. I allowed him to spread me wide before him. When I felt his tongue flick out and brush my wet lips, my body stiffened in ecstasy. I had never felt anything like this! His tongue started running up and down my wet slit. I was in heaven! Falling back on the blanket, I succumbed to the feelings that were radiating out from between my legs.

My hands clinched the blanket as I felt his tongue probing the outside of my steaming pussy. A surprised gasp escaped from my lips as, for the very first time, I felt a tongue touch my clit. Every muscle in my body became rigid as I arched my hips up off the blanket, thrusting upward to meet the tongue that was bringing such intense sensations to my screaming nerves.

His tongue was unrelenting as it flickered and stroked across the throbbing sentinel of my desire. My juices were pouring from me in a steady river of hot pulsating passion. He gripped my hips tightly as he strained to keep his mouth in contact with my pussy as my body tossed and jerked wildly to his touch.

I felt a hot tingle burning deep in my pussy. It began to work its way over my entire body. I could feel beads of sweat popping up all over my skin. The burning and tingling in my pussy became almost unbearable. I knew I was about to explode with the most furious orgasm I had ever experienced.

"Oh yes Chris. I'm cumming. Oh yesssss!" I screamed.

My body heaved and twisted on the blanket. My thighs clamped around his head as I kept his mouth pressed to my spasming pussy. I screamed as my body sent a torrent of juices shooting from my pussy, soaking Chris' face and mouth. He gulped eagerly as my juices filled his mouth. My pussy continued to spasm as an intense orgasm swept over my entire body. This was the first time I ever squirted during an orgasm.

As I lay gasping for breath, Chris moved up beside me on the blanket. He grinned at me. As I fought for breath, I gasped, "Oh My God! That has to be the most powerful thing I have ever felt." Chris kissed me gently and held me close as my body slowly returned to normal.

This was a pattern that was often repeated over the next couple of weeks. Chris never pushed for intercourse. We just took pleasure in one another's bodies. He would eat my pussy and then I would jerk him off.

One night, as I was jerking him off, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock for the first time. He gasped and his hips jerked as my lips made contact. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. Slowly, I leaned down and kissed his cock again. A soft moan escaped his lips as I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. I really did not know what to do. When I was watching Carol, all I could see was the back of her head as she moved it up and down on Ed's cock. I moved my mouth up and down his cock. I was afraid that I was doing it wrong. I also did not want him to cum in my mouth. That sounded so terrible to me then. After a couple of minutes, I moved up beside him on the seat and then finished him with my hand.

One night as Chris was helping me with my homework, he looked at me and smiled. "What are you doing next weekend?" he asked.

Leaning forward, I kissed him. "Anything with you." I responded.

Caressing my hair, he told me, "There is a special place I want to take you. It is a couple of hours drive from here, but it is worth it." So, we made plans for the day.

I was going crazy with curiosity for days, but Chris would not tell me anything else except to dress comfortable.

The day finally arrived. I had packed a picnic lunch. As I walked out to meet Chris at his car, he looked at me and whistled. "WOW! You look really hot!"

My face flushed with pleasure at the compliment. My confidence in my body and sexuality had greatly increased due to our sexual activity and his obvious admiration of my body. I was wearing red short shorts that just barely covered the cheeks of my ass. I was also wearing a white button up shirt that I had tied at the waist. This left my firm tanned abs exposed to the sun as well as his hungry eyes. I really enjoyed the way Chris looked at me.

As we drove away from the university, I snuggled up to Chris and sighed contently. We talked about everything as we happily drove through the countryside. Eventually, Chris turned off the highway onto a gravel road. We drove three or four miles after leaving the pavement. During the entire drive on the gravel road, we had not seen another car or person. We came to a small parking lot at the side of the road. As Chris parked the car, I looked around. Since it was a weekday, our car was the only one there.

I opened the car door and stepped out. I immediately became aware of the quiet. You could hear the wind in the trees?and not much else. It was an intense quiet broken by only the breeze and the calling of birds. Neither of us wanted to speak and break the almost silent rhapsody of nature's symphony.

Taking me by the hand, Chris led me to a trail beside the parking area. As we walked up the trail, the cool clean air was a delight to breath. My eyes wandered often as we strolled through the trees hand in hand. Birds made quick flashes of color as they flitted through the branches around us. Bright wildflowers covered the sides of the trail as if they had been planted there especially for us. I could hear the wind whispering through the tops of the trees.

In a few minutes, we came to the top of the mountain. Pulling me up onto a large gray rock, Chris looked into my eyes and smiled. "Do you like it?" he asked.

I didn't answer as I looked around with wonder, taking it all in. This spot was absolutely beautiful. We were standing in a small clearing surrounded by the national forest. The clearing was completely covered with different kinds of wildflowers. They formed a living carpet that reached to the base of the fire tower that stood in the center of the glade, crowning the peak of the mountain.

Chris and I walked through the flowers to the base of the tower. As we climbed the tower, the vista opened up before us. When we reached the top, I saw that it was a small glassed in room with a cluttered desk on one side. In the center was a sighting device that rotated. I turned slowly taking in the view from the windows that surrounded the small office like area.

The land fell away from us on all sides. Other smaller mountains faded away into the distance. Below us, I could see the river weaving like a ribbon through the valley. We could see for miles. Chris had chosen a beautiful spot for the picnic.

Chris walked up behind me and encircled my waist with his arms. Leaning forward, he breathed gently into my ear. He knew that gets me going. As he kissed his way down the side of my neck, his hands moved up to the knot on my shirt. I drew in a deep breath as he untied the knot and then started unbuttoning my shirt. I loved Chris and decided to give myself to him completely. Slowly, he slid my blouse down my arms to fall in a puddle at my feet. I turned and looked into his eyes. The love I saw was clear. Looking deeply into his eyes, I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra. I had never let him see my breasts before and was very self-conscious. As I slid the bra from my body, he looked at my boobs for the first time. The first man to ever see or touch them.

"They are so beautiful." he breathed as he leaned forward and kissed each one. God, I loved this man! The feeling of his mouth on my nipples sent a jolt directly to my pussy. I could feel my juices running out of me as he kissed and suckled on my breasts. He rose up and we kissed deeply. Turning around, I leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his chest against my back. Reaching around me, Chris cupped both of my breasts in his hands. He held them gently, kneading the small soft mounds of my breasts, tweaking the hardening nipples by gently pinching them and rolling them. I felt myself getting even wetter between my legs, my pussy responding to the attention he was showing my breasts.

As we stood there, one hand cupped and squeezed my breast as he moved his other hand to the top of my thigh, sliding it up, seeking the warm wetness at the junction of my legs. His fingers brushed against my cloth covered mound, his warm hand covering it. I moaned as his finger found the slit of my sex through the thin material. I knew he could feel the wetness of my pussy, and I knew he could smell my arousal.

He gently kissed the side of my neck as his hands drifted slowly to the waist of my shorts. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as I felt him unfasten the button. The zipper made a soft whirring sound in the silence as he slid it down. Kneeling behind me, he slowly pulled my shorts down my long legs.

As they pooled at my feet, I stepped out of them. The back of my red bikini panties were directly in front of his face. He leaned forward and pressed his face against them. I shivered as I felt him deeply inhale the fragrance of my dripping pussy. Hooking the sides of my panties, he gently slid them off to join the shorts on the floor. For the first time, I was completely naked in front of him.

Tenderly he turned me around until I was facing him. As he knelt before me, his eyes looked up into mine with an expression of pure love that could not be faked. His hands moved around my hips in a gentle caress. Softly, he kneaded the cheeks of my ass. Pulling me to him, he pressed my curly mound to his face. Again, he inhaled deeply. I threw back my head, thrusting my pussy forward to meet his face. He rubbed his face up and down in my curls for a moment, then, leaning back, he allowed his eyes to travel over my naked body that was displayed for him. He was taking in every detail, every curve and fold.

Rising to his feet, he took my face in his hands and kissed me so sweetly that I thought I would melt right there. I could feel the heat running through my body. My pussy was pulsing with need as I felt the wetness running down my thighs. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hands move down to my hard nipples. Gasping in need, I thrust my breasts into his hands, seeking the roughness of his palms.

I needed to feel his body naked against mine. Fumbling, I reached down and unzipped his shorts as he pulled his shirt over his head. Kneeling before him, I pulled his shorts and underwear down together. As he stepped out of them, I tossed them to the side. Looking up, his hard cock was in front of my face. It bobbed in the air each time his heart beat. I took his cock in my hand and started stroking it, slowly at first. Looking into his eyes, I lowered my mouth over him and started sucking on his cock. I had kissed and sucked his cock a little bit on earlier dates, but I never did it for very long and I certainly had never allowed him to cum in my mouth. I always finished him with my hand. I liked sucking his cock. I liked feeling the pulsing of it in my mouth, the smoothness of it in my hand, and the thrill I felt when hearing Chris moan my name.

We had never gone all the way. I had never allowed him or any other man to enter me. This time seemed different. The beauty and solitude was a turn on. We had already progressed through the different levels of petting and foreplay on earlier dates. We had reached the stage of physical and mental intimacy that would allow us to finally consummate our relationship. We were in love.

Taking his cock from my mouth, I kissed my way up his belly. Slowly standing, I licked his nipples. I suckled on their hard points as I gently raked them through my teeth. This forced a moan from him. Raising my face up to his, our lips met in a kiss that quickly grew in passion.

Chris suddenly turned around facing away from me. Papers and other materials flew across the room, as with a sweeping motion of his arm, he swept everything from the top of the desk. As he turned back to me, the look of passion was flaming in his eyes. But, he was still gentle as he picked me up and placed me on top of the desk. As I laid back, my legs dangled over the edge and fell open, seemingly of their own accord, exposing my pussy to his gaze. I lay naked and vulnerable before him.

My breasts rose and fell as I gasped in excitement. My body trembled as I waited in anticipation of what he was about to do. Chris slowly traced one hand across my body. Starting at my hip, he lightly ran just his fingertips across the skin of my tight flat belly. Goosebumps formed on my skin as the sensations ran through me. Droplets of my excitement gathered on the red-gold curls of my mound. My legs were flexing and moving in response to his touch as his hand moved over me.

Leaning forward, he kissed my breasts, gently biting the nipples, his hand descending over my fur covered mound, his finger finding my clitoris, rolling it out of the hood, softly stroking the super sensitive tip. I became even wetter, my pussy positively weeping my sexual juices as my body prepared for his entry into my warm center. His fingers now moved down, separating the delicate lips of my vagina, opening and gently pinching them.

My hands were on either side of his head, my own head thrown back to thrust my breasts into his willing mouth. His fingers found the entrance to my virgin canal, slipping past the opening, sliding in, deeper and deeper. My hips rolled up to meet his thrusting fingers, his palm now flat against the lips of my eagerly pulsing pussy.

I reached down and grasped the hard length of his cock, softly stroking it, feeling the velvety head, my thumb catching the drops of fluid that leaked from the slit at the top. Rubbing it around and around the soft flesh. His hips rocked back and forth, thrusting his length against my palms, mimicking the actions he would shortly use to take what I was so willingly offering him.

He moved now, kneeling between my wide spread legs, lifting my calves so my knees were flexed upward, my hips rolling back, my pussy opening to him like a flower. His head descended, his lips coming in contact with my clit, his tongue flicking out, twitching at the tip. An almost electric shock passed through my body, the sensations rolling up from my pussy, into my belly. I gasped as my back arched, pushing myself upward to meet his mouth and fingers. I could feel a climax start to build deep inside me. I knew that I was about to cum! My orgasm rolled over me, building and building itself even higher against the pressure of his lips on my pussy and his tongue, as it slipped into the opening of my pussy.

I exploded in excited release, my copious juices flowing out over his tongue. My soft cries of sexual release filling the little room as my hands pulled his face hard against my quivering sex.

I lay gasping as he rose and stood towering over me. He looked into my eyes. I watched as he moved closer to me. Pressing the head of his cock to my wet pussy, he rubbed it up and down in the moistness, searching for the opening. Finding it, he gently pressed forward as I moved beneath him, tilting my pussy upward to give him easier access.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and put my arms around his neck. I gently pulled his face down to mine. Our lips met in a soft kiss. He rose above me again and I tensed as I felt his cock slide a little way into my wet opening. He stopped when he felt his way blocked by my hymen. I opened my eyes to see his handsome face looking at me. I felt so in love with him, just the two of us alone in that beautiful place, in a lover's embrace.

As we looked deep into one another's eyes, he pushed harder into me. I could feel the head of his hard cock inside me. My pussy seemed to have a life of its own. It was flexing and pulling, trying to get him deeper inside me. As the pressure within me built, I gasped and bit down on my lower lip, my eyes tightly shut, my hips rolling upward, seeking more and more of him.

When he heard me gasp, Chris pulled back and removed his cock from me. I whimpered in need. My pussy felt so empty without his cock. "Are you okay?" he asked with a worried look.

"Oh God yes." I whispered as my pussy ached for his cock.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes, yes! Please Chris, take me now!"

He pressed his body to mine and I felt the head of his cock sliding between the lips of my pussy, moving up and gently bumping the super sensitive spot at the tip of my clit. My hips were rolled back, ready to receive him. The head slipped between the lips, separating them, seeking the opening to the warm channel below. It found its path, and I felt my pussy stretching and widening as it began to accept his length. I could feel its rigid hardness as it moved into my body. My arms were raised to caress his shoulders, my legs around his hips, my pussy tilted upward to receive him.

In he slid, deeper and deeper. I felt every unevenness, every fold, the division between the head of his cock and the shaft as he stretched my passage open for the first time. I felt the head touch the membrane of my hymen, felt him withdraw slightly, then push forward again. There was a tearing sensation, then the pain, oh, the pain! My hands, where they had been stroking his shoulder, clasped into fists, my eyes scrunched tightly shut! I cried out and whimpered as the pain turned to a burning sensation deep in my abdomen and I felt tears leak past my tightly closed eyes. He stopped his movement within my pussy, holding himself still, straightening his arms to push his upper body away from mine while holding his hips steady, his hardness still deep in me, unmoving.

The pain built to a peak, and then gradually receded, getting less and less intense. He reached over with one hand and wiped away the tears that had pooled in the hollows of my eyes. Leaning down, his lips kissed away the remaining moisture. He whispered loving words in my ears, soothing me, holding me, gentling me, and softly stoking my hair until the pain passed like a dying breeze. The pain was gone. However, the wonderful sense of fullness, of being stretched, of being filled, still remained. Chris lowered his chest until it came into contact with my breasts. This pulled his cock slightly back so that he was not buried so deeply in my pussy.

"Is it better now?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

My hands were back around his neck, my legs remained locked around his waist. His rock hard cock was still partially embedded in my slit. For an answer, I flexed my hips upward, driving a little more of him into me, seeking the completion of this glorious act we were sharing for the first time. I felt a sense of fullness down there, a widening of my vaginal canal that this hard male intruder was generating within me. The feelings I was experiencing were those that I had never felt.

Chris gasped as he felt my flexing hips pull his cock deeper inside me. He understood my actions and moved forward slightly, causing his cock to slip deeper into me. There was no pain, no burning, only a feeling of being opened by him, opened to him.

He withdrew and thrust forward again and then again. Each thrust stretched me further and further, filling me, bringing a sense of completeness to what we had started. His hips now rose and fell, thrusting his cock into my pussy, each forward thrust of his hips driving him deeper and deeper into my body.

I looked down between us, seeing the length of his cock withdraw and then watching it disappear into me as he thrust forward, each thrust going deeper and deeper. I watched as the hard hair covered mound above his penis touched the mound above my vagina and I knew he was fully embedded in me. I felt his heavy balls slap into the crease of my ass. There was no pain, no burning, only the glorious sensation of his cock burying itself in my pussy, knowing I was getting fucked for the first time.

My back arched as the sensations started to build within me moving with hot sweet ripples towards a climax unlike anything I had ever known. He had climbed up onto the desk with me. Lying above me, he was stroking furiously into my open pulsing pussy. My screams of pleasure echoed around the room as his plunging cock claimed what was his. The top of his cock was now rubbing on the tip of my clit as he slid its length in and out of me. The sensations he generated with his movements were swiftly bringing me to orgasm. I threw my head back, my hair flying across both of us as I started to cum, a shout escaping from my lips, my hips thrusting up to meet his downward thrusts. On and on he pounded into me, causing my climax to build and to sustain itself, driving me yet higher.

As my orgasm finally subsided, Chris grabbed my legs. As he again stood next to the desk, he placed my legs over his shoulders and drove his hard cock even deeper into me. As he hammered his steel-like organ into my open yielding pussy, I could actually feel another orgasm starting to build inside me. This was unbelievable! I didn't know women could have several orgasms like this.

His pounding became more intense as I felt his cock swell even bigger and start a hot throbbing. He thrust down hard once, again, and a last time. I felt him completely driving his cock into me and holding it there, pressing against the lips of my stretched pussy, mashing against my clit, a grunt escaping from him as I felt the first throbbing spurt of his cum slam into me, driving me to yet newer and undreamed of heights!

His cum continued to slam into me, spurting from the head of his cock, washing away all traces of pain, of burning, leaving only the sensations of joy and fulfillment.

At last, his climax passed and he collapsed forward, my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs falling away from his hips to lie outstretched on either side of his body. Our breath mingled as he faced me, kissing me softly, telling me of his love for me. My face was flushed and I felt goose bumps rise on the cheeks of my ass, on my arms, and over my breasts. I pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply, feeling his cock softening inside my stretched canal, starting to slip away.

He raised his hips slightly and his cock slipped out of my pussy. I felt the mixture of his cum and my pussy juices slide out of my slit, slipping down over my ass and pooling on the desk. I enjoyed every moment of it!

He gathered me in his arms and kissed me again and again. Never had I felt so cherished or protected as I did at that moment. The sensations that radiated up from my abdomen, spreading throughout my body were wonderful! I wanted this to go on and on, to do it again! I started to move beneath him, pushing my pussy up against him.

He threw back his head and laughed saying "Not now, not now! Soon, but not now!"

We did do it again that afternoon, and much sooner than he thought possible! If anything, it was even better the second time!

I knew I had a man who loved me, wanted me and would do anything to please me. He also knew he had a woman who wanted him and would do anything to please him.

What we had just experienced was not just sex; it was an act of love. There is so much difference between raw sex and making love. Each has its place, but making love is far better.

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