Her pussy was swollen and pink or red- almost purple. It didn’t look like what I had seen in magazines, and there was a fine dewey film already forming and slowly dripping. Her pubic hair was thin and fine like the hair on her head and had been shaved down to a real narrow strip that would not be visible behind even the tiniest panties, but was there.
As I went in, I breathed in her scent. On the surface I could smell berries, maybe some honey- soapy or pefume maybe, because the overwhelming scent was something else- earthy maybe? I don’t know how to describe it other than it was a powerful drug.
“Go ahead,” she gasped, “taste me.”
I did, and if her scent was a powerful drug, her taste was out of this world! Slick yet sticky, and her lips opened up and the taste got stronger. My cock hurt so bad, but I had my tongue between her legs and honestly I was not in a hurry.
She writhed a bit and then said, “My turn. Let me…”
It was left unsaid but I knew I would be unlike anything else so far in my life. I laid down on the long part of the sectional and she turned over and around, allowing me to touch her- FEEL her pussy and she slowly touched me. Then her mouth went for my cock, and on the first ride down…
I blew my load in her throat. Rope after rope of cum. She pulled away and got some on her face, in her hair, on her chest.
I was mortified!
“I’m sooo sorry Joni!” My god, I blew it! Literally, all over her. Before I got inside of her.
“I’ve never tasted…” she started. She must have been checking the clock in her mind. “Do you think you will be ready soon?”
Crap! Was she asking me to get ready for the bonfire? Fuck! I wasted my chance! Fuck!
“Nevermind,” she said as she looked and saw I was still ready to go. “I think you still want more,” she teased.
She went over to the side table and pulled out a roll of about 6 condoms and tore one off, and opened it. “Can I put this on you?” she asked.
I quickly nodded, anxious, because despite my eruption a minute ago, this was still going to happen.
Fuck the bonfire, I was going to fuck Joni!
No, that’s not right. I didn’t want to just “fuck” her, I wanted it to be more than that.
As she rolled the condom down my shaft, it almost hurt. The blood, excitement and anticipation all were pushed down into my balls and soul. And she caught a few hairs at the bottom, but I didn’t care.
“Can I be on top?” she asked.
I nodded excitedly because I didn’t trust my voice.
She rubbed herself, took my sheathed up cock, rubbed her lips making the tip of my cock disappear. Even through the condom she felt warm and wet.
Then slowly she rode down, gasping as she did until she hit bottom.
I was in!
I could have died right there. It was so much more than I had ever dreamed it could be.
She rode me slowly at first, allowing herself to get used to the feeling of being filled up.
I’m not big or huge, but she is tiny and said this was her first time with a guy. Maybe she used a brush handle or something because I thought there would be blood and pain, but there was none.
At the time I didn’t notice the snap but her pussy seemed to feel warmer and wetter and even more heavenly. “Let… ugh… me…oohh… know… before… ummm… you… oh god… cum,” she asked.
I warned her just before I came and we really did nothing different other than she rubbed herself hard. And then I erupted, probably more cum than the first time.
How in the hell did that happen? How could I produce so much cum? Where did it all come from?
I know where it all went, though. Her pussy, cervix, uterus, egg, then legs and couch.
That’s what that little snap was- the condom breaking. Oops.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” I half heartedly apologized.
“It will be okay, I’m sure,” she said. as she lay down next to me and cuddled.
About 5 minutes later it seemed I was ready to go again. “No sense in using a condom,” she said, “the damage is done.”
Our second time was faster and harder but equally as enjoyable. “Fuck Me,” she kept saying over and over. And her walls got a second coat of paint.
Then we lay down next to each other and cuddled a bit. She was draped over the right side of me, barely on the couch. “We should go upstairs,” she said.
We gathered our clothes and checked for any “damage”. Flipped the couch cushions, grabbed the condoms and hoped for the best. Finally, we opened a window to get rid of the sex smell hanging heavy in the room. If only they could make that into a candle scent…
We stood in her bedroom, looking at each other, unsure of what to do. Finally we both started to speak at the same time,stopped, laughed, and I said, “You go.”
“Can you make love to me this time? Gentle, romantic love, and then you go home and clean up and not tell anyone?” she asked.
I didn’t feel like she was ashamed or embarrassed but if being discreet was what she wanted, fine. I would be discreet and pray for a “next time”.
“Anything you want,” I said, then kissed her. Deeply.
I then picked her up and lay her down on top of her bedspread. She spread her legs, nipples hard again, and I wasted little time. I kissed her as I slipped inside with very little resistance. Our bodies moved in unison, like we were pros at this. I sensed a change in her movement and body, and she cried out, “OH GOD I’M CUMMING….!” as her eyes rolled back inside her head. 3 pumps later, I came, another bucket full.
I crashed down next to her, spent. It would be at least an hour- nah, probably 10 minutes- before I was ready again. My balls actually hurt. My cock was starting to feel raw and sore from being so hard for so long.
Instead of just enjoying this, my mind started to run like a runaway train. I wanted to tell her I loved her. How we could get married, find jobs, hopefully have this baby and many more after and have a fantastic life…
“Jason,” she said, barely above a whisper.
“Yes my dear,” I whispered back, stroking the hair above her ear.
“Before we go any… further, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” she said, propping up on her elbow to look me in the eyes.
“Okay,” I said confidently. I thought I knew most of her family- grandparents included- but I’d meet the devil right then if she asked. “Before we go any further” to me sounded just like “I want you to fuck me again and get married but I want you to meet…” fill in the blank. Whoever, didn’t matter, I didn’t care.
“Who do you want me to meet?” I asked, emboldened by the future.
“My girlfriend,” she said.
That is not what I expected.