Why I love feeling a cock in a hole. - Sex Stories

Why I love feeling a cock in a hole.

... closed tight, as he pushed and I squeezed with all my might and held him in-situ, then there was a gasping from him, and a sudden warmth, I could see white liquid squeezing from my cunt out of the front as I squeezed, too much lubrication, and he slipped all the way inside, every nerve ending in my crotch was alive, as I swelled up, then he was gone before I realized it. I lay there heaving, curled up in a fetal position, still feeling him moving inside me, my orgasm, if that was what it was, was still reverberating in my crotch, and when I reached behind me, he was gone, and I jumped up in time to see a man running off in the distance, and his semen running out of my cunt, I had just lost my fabled virginity, I was just fucked, and I sat down in a state of shock, to contemplate my very adult act. I pulled my bikini bottoms back on, just as I espied my s****r running towards me, and I got up and run into the water, feeling him running from me as I sprinted down the sandy beach. He got away with having sex with me, there was no way he would ever be found out or punished, mind you, I was as bad as he, but in the end, I like most girls remembering their first time, mine was different, as I don't know who he was, just that he was successful and in a sense, made me a girl who can't say no to a hole in something.My Second time, In a Hotel, at 22 The flight was late getting into the airport, and by the time all the passengers had disembarked, we were all exhausted, I looked at my ...

... watch, and it was 22:15. We were put into a little shabby motel, where there was more hookers and pimps, than guests. It was a typical low cost budget mentality, perhaps they wanted us to be part time hookers to supplement our meagre wages, at 21 and with all the wolf whistles I was getting, I could have made some extra dosh lying on my back. I had appeared in the company magazine on the cover of the calender, where all the stewardesses, posed in swimsuits, to raise money for charity, so I had something going for me. I checked-in and the manager, who smelt of booze, eyed me up and down, the blue coloured uniform must have been doing something for his libido, but as the tiredness crept in, I was just thinking about bed. I got room 1, which was good, as it was in the next room to where I was standing, 'You like a drink', he asked, I smiled with a tired expression, 'You hitting on me', I replied, and he nodded, 'Cheeky fucker I thought'. He invited me back into the back office where he lived, and I noted the bed and the table and chairs, 'Nice set up I commented', as he poured me a very large Gin & Tonic, 'Wow, this is powerful', I said, as I took a drink, 'You trying to get me d***k'? I had over the year been here many times before, but this was the first time we were so late, and I was the last to arrive, and my first time invited back into the back room, I saw my picture on the front of the magazine lying on his table, I had a wry smile on my face as I picked it up, 'Is this ...