Anal Virgin, But Not For Long - Sex Stories

Anal Virgin, But Not For Long

... the big attempt. A few times he tries using his fingers, and scares me into asking him to stop. I think I’m over reacting, fighting against my own fears. He is understanding, and doesn't push it. He tells me it’s not a big deal if we don’t go further, that I've done enough. I know that he still wants to try and honestly so do I. I tell myself tonight is the night; I’m going to do it. I’m going to stop being such a baby, and do this. I know that everything else we've done, I have liked. I can’t see myself not liking this. I want it, maybe more than he does at this rate. So, I’m going to get over the fears! He’s already in bed, reading a book; I come out of the bathroom, and climb on the bed. I kiss his lips, softly he kisses me back. I take the book from him, dropping it on the floor. He looks at me with questioning eyes. I grin at him. A grin to tell him that I want him, in a way we've not done before. He looks at me with a little doubt, but I kiss his lips again. I encourage him. I roll onto my back, pulling him on to me. I wrap my legs around him, trapping him there. I giggle up at him; he leans down and suckles my nipple into his mouth. He starts a long, slow sucking rhythm on it. It almost feels like he’s nursing on it. I feel my head become fuzzy, and I lose myself in what he’s doing to me. I can feel his hard cock press against me. We’re both naked, we’re both ready, but neither of us rush. I follow his lead, and my role is to just submit, and let him do as he wishes. ...

... He does too, he works both my nipples. He moves back and forth between the two of them for the longest time. They’re hard, stiff, aching peeks. They’re so taut that they hurt, but it feels so good. The longer he sucks on them, the more relaxed I get. I can feel how excited I’m becoming. My juices are flowing, dripping down my crack, dripping over my asshole. He reaches down, and plays with my clit. He works it just as gentle as his mouth is on my nipples. He is so soft, so sweet, tender, and loving. It’s exactly what I need at this very moment. He takes his time, he doesn't rush. He has no need to. All he wants is to please me, and I allow myself to be willed by his lust for me. He is needy, but so slow. I love it. I feel him roll more on top of me, though lost in his pleasure. He parts my legs; still his mouth works my nipples. He is sucking on them softly, biting enough to keep my mind in the lost haze. With my legs open to him, he rests between them perfect. He lifts me at the best angle he can, I oblige to him, giving myself to him. I feel him rub the head of his cock over my slit, soaking his cock with my juices. I’m so wet, it doesn't take much. He’s made me orgasm a few times in the soft, sensitive tease he’s putting me through. I’m rocked with pleasure, I feel like liquid, and my need for him still so strong. The head of him works down lower, I feel him spread me. It glides along perfectly; he moves his mouth to mine, kissing me. I take him; I kiss him with a hunger. ...