I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story - Sex Stories

I Am Lilly Rose: This is My Story

... Would he plunge into my sex with his tongue and face, taking my cunt for himself? Otto leaned slowly toward me; eyes fixed on my lady garden. He took possession of me. 'Oh, Damn, Otto, touch me with your tongue?' I was still too shy to say it aloud. That would soon change. His tongue began to fuck my slit with stiff, pricking movements; his thumb was on my clit. I came a little orgasm almost immediately! It was the prelude to a symphony of impending lust and love to come. He licked more; his tongue kept sweeping my juices upward to the top of my vulva where they accumulated around my clit. Then he sucked the fluid into his warm mouth. His active hands stroked my thighs, made circular movements on my white belly, and one even slipped under my ass and molded my cheeks. When he reached my clitoris again, all time stopped for me. The dreams of a maiden flowed forth from my memory. I remembered the look on my oldest sister's face the day I walked in on her and Giuseppe, her fiancée. He was zipping up his pants, and she laid, skirt above her waist with her head lolling to one side. Caught in the throes of sexual bliss neither saw me. I never forgot the look of pure peace and joy on her face. I wanted that now. This time when I came all Hell broke loose in my body! "Oh my God, Otto, no...stop. I can't take it any longer. God, stop..." Otto lifted his head and stood up, reached forward and gently pushed me all the way back across the bed and spread my legs as far as they would go. ...

... He said, "Put your knees up." Kneeling between my legs he spat on his hands and then rubbed them over his cockhead. He then rubbed my wet pussy further with the thick head, causing fluid to ooze out and run down the crack of my ass. Ever so carefully, he pushed past my lips that he had spread with his fingers. He handled my pussy with a delicacy and feel of a man in a trance. His movements seemed so slow. I was about to burst with anticipation! And I was tight! He was big, and my fear was not for my intact maidenhead but my vagina walls. "Your first time?" "Yes, but I'm not afraid," I said. He entered me, backed out, entered me again a few inches. I cannot ever tell you what that feeling was like. I felt expanded, tight, trapped by his lance that had penetrated my female defenses. He was in my mind and my body. Pushing and pulling he made progress toward the last barrier. Then I felt him stop and gently probe further; he had arrived, his bulbous head was knocking at my soul. I hissed at him, "Otto, push hard! Now!" The searing pain in my vagina was unexpected, I was not prepared for it. I bit my lip and drew blood, pressed my eyes shut and started to cry, sobbing his name, "Otto, Otto..." He held very still and soon the pain subsided to a dull ache. He slowly withdrew a bit and then restarted his conquest of my virginity. With one final, smooth thrust he was in me. I felt his testicles against my ass and could even reach one hand to them and hold them. He held his cock very ...