Sex Story 1: The Conquering of the V-Card

“It is one of the superstitions of the human mind to have imagined that virginity could be a virtue.” Voltaire

‘Does it hurt?’

‘Yes, oh my God, yes, yes!’

‘Do you want me to stop babe? I will.’

Pause. Three deep breaths.

‘No, I’m okay.’

‘You look scared.’

‘I’m okay baby.’

Curious glance.

‘Alright.’
An inch of a push ensued and a groan escaped my lips.

‘Oh, it hurts!’
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. It was NOT supposed to be like this. Fuck!

‘I’m goin slow babe. I’m not even halfway in.’
Eyes widening.

‘You’re not?!’ I exclaimed, raising my head so that I could look between my legs. ‘It feels like it.’

‘Naw. Relax, girl, I got you.’

‘Okay I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t say that. Put your knees up.’

‘Do it for me.’
He cautiously, carefully, almost terrified tried to maneuver my knees and I let out a squeal, my nails digging into his skin from pure agony. His hand quickly dropped from my knee and he leaned down quickly to kiss me.

‘Do you trust me?’
I looked up at him. His face was contorted into a look of frustration and pleasure. Frustration because he had to hold his strokes (and it looked like he wanted to shake me) and pleasure because he was somewhat inside of me and I’m sure it felt good.

‘Yes.’

‘Alright, babe. Just relax for me, okay? You wanna do this, right?’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay.’
He put his arms on either side of my shoulders staring straight down into my wide brown eyes. I’m sure I looked like he was strangling me. I tried to smile but I felt as if my body was frozen.

‘Put your arms around my neck’ he commanded and I did as quickly as I could.

‘You ready babe?’

‘Yes.’

‘I’m not gonna stop.’

‘Okay.’

‘Relax.’
I clutched his neck as tightly as I could as he bit his lips, pulling out of my pussy a little. I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching every muscle in my body, preparing myself for what was about to come.

And then he did it.

He pushed inside me, all the way, as far as he could and held it there. My body convulsed and my back arched, slamming up against his chest as painful, hot tears escaped from my closed eyes. A scream parted from my mouth but I didn’t hear it. I threw my arms down besides me, squirming underneath him like a trapped snake. Sex hurt like a bitch.

‘Babe! Relax, baby, relax, please!’

‘Freddie!’
He was pushing in and out of me, full strokes now, and he forced my knees up to my shoulders and held them there. It felt like he was trying to reach my damn throat. Was he in my pancreas?

‘Oh my God! Fuck!’ I groaned as kept pushing. I opened my eyes. He was staring right down at me, his eyes not wavering from mine. I finally took a deep breath in.

‘Enjoy it baby,’ he breathed. I nodded, my hands finding his chest. He kissed me gently and a shudder ran through me as something sensational shot itself through my overly-sensitive system. The pain didn’t feel as relevant anymore and I was able to stop clenching my body as if I was lifting three hundred pounds of steel. Another sound escaped from my lips. But this time it was a moan.

And just like that-everything changed.

‘Does it feel good, baby? Tell me!’

‘Yes, yes, oo, it does!’ I moaned, now louder, squirming for a completely different reason.
Freddie smiled, his upper lip twitching a little as he gazed down at me adoringly.

‘Ooh baby, you’re so damn tight. You feel so good,’ he groaned, carefully placing his body on top of mine so that he could suck on my neck. I panted in delight, licking the outside of his ear (he had extremely sensitive ones) which actually caused him to whimper. Whimper! He started pumping in and out of my extremely wet pussy, his breath gaining speed, his grunts becoming louder. I even wrapped my legs around his glorious ass. I was in heaven. Yes, this was how it was supposed to be.

‘Babe, babe, ohh I’m cummin.’

Ah. I was nowhere near my state of inebriation.

Two seconds later.

‘Oh fuck.’
He had cum. And I hadn’t. But I still felt hella good. Freddie had slumped over me and was now licking the sweat off of my flesh until his tongue ran across my lips and we kissed, my legs wrapping as tightly as they could around him.

‘Did it feel good?’ he asked, biting my swollen nipple gently.

‘Mmhm,’ was all I could really muster.

‘I told you to trust me.’

‘I did.’

‘Good. You know that pussy is mine now.’
I giggled.
‘Uh-huh, baby.’