My first time

My first time

I have been waiting 23 years for this moment. For 23 years I longed for the moment when I would finally become a woman.

Tense, nervous and shy, I lay naked in bed, the blanket pulled protectively over my body.

Never before had I presented myself completely naked to a man. Neither breast nor cunt. Sure, I sent a few nudes of my breasts and pussy here and there, but that was it. I hadn't revealed myself to anyone other than in a bikini before.

This is something completely different. It's new and it kind of scares me. I mean, he's going to actively penetrate me, take my virginity. This is a once in a lifetime event, am I really sure I want this?

Thoughts and memories of my mother's words and conservative upbringing echo in my head as I watch him lying in bed trying to slip a condom over his member.

My gaze quickly wanders off. Somehow I'm embarrassed to watch him do it, even though it's not the first member I've ever seen. After all, you see this kind of thing in porn all the time. And yet, it's an intimate moment that somehow both embarrasses and excites me. I feel my body heat up, my ears literally glow and my nipples stiffen slightly as I peer innocently at his member. It stands magnificent and aroused, ready for action and I notice how my mouth gets dry and wet at the same time.

It's hard for me to admit it, but I've been waiting ages to have sex. I wonder what it would feel like without it.

Memories of lonely nights in which I lie in my bed with my legs spread and tied apart, the vibrator running at full speed, my eyes greedily fixed on the man in the porn with the desire and longing to be the woman who receives him. My familiar jealousy of the women in the movies, who are being filled with their partners' semen, comes back to me.

Before I know it, I stop him from putting on the condom. He looks at me questioningly and I start running like a tomato. I'm fumbling around, not wanting to say why I want him to take me without a condom, until I finally admit meekly that I have a breeding kink and would like him to come inside me. I concoct an explanation in which I confess to him that I'm about to have my period and that it would therefore be okay if he came inside me.

It's quiet for a moment and I want to sink into the ground. My gaze is fixed on the sheets beneath me. But before I disappear into a circle of worry, I feel myself sinking further into the mattress and when I look up, I see that look in his eyes combined with a smirk.

I soften and close my eyes before our lips touch in a gentle and slow rhythm. In that moment, all my worries are gone. It is perfect. It is exactly as I had always wanted it to be. A, stop; no, my master, who takes away my innocence and will hopefully gradually bring out and chastise the whore in me.

I shyly and longingly return his kisses, but too quickly. He sets the tone, decisive and slow. I want to devour him, let the greed take over, but he won't let me. So I gradually adapt to the movements of his lips, concentrating on how soft his lips feel, how soft his tongue is and how it tastes.
Slowly, as our tongues and lips continue to move in his gentle yet firm rhythm, he shifts his weight and I am pressed back harder into the mattress.
A long kiss follows before our lips part and I open my eyes to see what he's going to do next. One of his hands moves from my cheek, down my neck to one of my breasts, while he supports himself with the other.

I look up at him nervously and flinch as he squeezes my unpierced nipple firmly and firmly with his fingers. My eyes are closed as I slowly explore these new and unfamiliar sensations. No one had ever played with my nipple before, nor touched it with their lips.

A whimpering sound escapes my lips as he squeezes my nipple again and gently pulls it long. A strange feeling spreads through me and even though this sensation is new, I know immediately that I want more of it. I can tell by the way it travels from my chest down to between my legs.

He lavishes my breast with kisses and when he takes my second pierced nipple in his mouth and gently pulls on my piercing with his teeth, I moan softly.

The room becomes more and more filled with my shy moans and whimpers, sometimes louder, sometimes quieter as the desire for more grows steadily inside me. I realize how wet I am and it's embarrassing. I mean, so far we've only kissed. Is it even normal to get this wet? I can feel the mattress underneath me gradually getting wet too.

My lips are strangely dry, so I moisten them with my tongue and open my eyes to look up at him. He looks at me with a grin on his lips and in his eyes. It's an expression I've never seen on a man before and yet it triggers something in me again. I can literally feel this electrifying feeling, the excitement, shooting between my legs.

Guided by my feelings, I put my arms around his neck, which brings our bodies closer together. He pampers my neck with gentle kisses, eliciting a soft moan here and there as he asks me if I really want it.

Fuck yes, I want it. Like this. Very much. He has no idea. I don't know how many times I've wanted to take my own virginity. How many times I was on the verge of selling my virginity to the highest bidder. Just to finally have a cock inside me to satisfy this insatiable greed and lust inside me.

But instead of speaking the truth, begging him to take me, I nod shyly instead and pull him even closer to me so I can hide my face in his shoulder.

I close my eyes and try to relax. I try to calm my racing heartbeat and the chaos of emotions inside me, and while I'm thinking about myself, I notice him placing his member at my entrance. My heart is pounding wildly, as is my wet crack.

I breathe in, then out and before I know it, part of him is sliding inside me. Startled, I cling to him. It hurts a little. It is a pulling pain that runs through my body, but not nearly as bad as I had always imagined.

He gently lavishes my neck with kisses as he asks if I'm okay.

I nod and before I can answer, I can feel him slowly sinking deeper into me.
The further he loses himself inside me, the more I realize how my stretched insides are slowly adapting to him. I hear this unpleasant yet sweet tugging, which elicits a loud whimper from me.

I have to cling to him tighter, because fuck; it feels intense! I wasn't expecting that! It hurts and yet, in a strange way, it feels good.

As I continue to explore these new sensations, his member slides deeper and deeper into me in a gentle rhythm and suddenly, I groan out of breath.

There, fuck! That feels weird! Good but also painful. Does that even make sense? It feels similar to when you keep rubbing your swollen and sensitive clitoris after an orgasm. A good but also burning sensation. Is that my cervix! Shit, I think it is.

In a weak voice, I quietly beg him to linger for a moment. To give me the chance to get used to this new feeling, because I'm feeling overwhelmed right now. Thank God he allows me to do so.

After a while, as this burning inside me slowly faded and he lavished me with soft, authoritative kisses and stretched me with gentle circular motions to keep me accessible to him, I finally nod and whimper a fragile okay.

I notice how he slowly starts to pull out of me, a feeling that is both new and strange to me. It hurts when he's inside me, and yet somehow I don't want him to leave me. I feel my abdomen twitching slightly around him, trying to keep him inside me. Just before I give up hope and think he's going to leave me, he pushes himself inside me again, eliciting another sound from me that's somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

He repeats this rhythm. Slowly and firmly, as if he was savoring it. After a while, he became more forceful. Our moans became louder. The kisses faster, more greedy. Obscene sounds could be heard in the room. The sound of a wet, smacking cunt and our loud moans spurred us on against each other. It was loud and clear, even for outsiders, to hear what was happening within these four walls.

I can feel his thrusts getting harder. Or is that his cock? Maybe both? Oh God! Has he just slipped even deeper inside me? I groan in agony. Where to put so much penis? If he goes on like this, he'll bump into my brain!

A little cry goes up in the room as he thrusts particularly hard and deep inside me. That was definitely already in my cervix!

My moans become increasingly agonized, his strokes harder and the rhythm sloppier and I sense that he is about to come inside me. So I wrap my legs around his hips to push him even deeper inside me.

This finally breaks the camel's back and before I know it, he freezes with a loud moan and shoots his hot load inside me. A strange new feeling that doesn't seem to stop at all, at least I wonder how long he wants to cum for how much. That's certainly half a liter!

However, this full and warm feeling feels great, more than I want to admit, and I hug him a little shyly and start cuddling his head while he lingers inside me. I enjoy this connection. A lot.

Then, as he gradually calms down from his climax and starts to pull out of me, I refuse and tense around him. I whimper in disappointment and look at him with a begging expression, begging him to stay inside me because I want to continue to feel this warmth. However, he refuses and slowly pulls out, albeit straining as I squeeze the rest of his cum out of him.

With glowing cheeks and a pout, I look up at him and he gives me an exhausted smile.

He gave me gentle kisses on my lips, neck and shoulder, one as compensation for not reaching my climax while he lay behind me and we started cuddling together in spoon position before we both fell asleep from exhaustion.

The last thing on my mind before I drifted off to dreamland was the feeling of his soft member against my ass and the combination of my juice and his sperm just oozing out of me, causing my dreams to be naughty and wet too.

Maybe he'll be happy to have a nice wet pussy next to him in the morning ;)