Winnie Losing our Virginity - Sex Stories

Winnie Losing our Virginity

... told that it was large but at this point neither Winnie nor I knew that. I just liked her seeing how hard she was making me.

I guess Winnie finally decided she liked what she saw. “Put a rubber on.” she ordered and I obediently pulled out the condom I carried for just such a development. After I put it on we hugged again. This time I boldly stuck my penis straight ahead. I had no intention of entering her, I just wanted to lewdly push my meat against her flesh. By pure luck it penetrated her wet gash and slid in before I truly realized what was happening.

The feeling was pure heaven. Her vagina walls seemed to mold themselves softly around my prick and hold it firmly in place. We didn’t even start pumping, just stood there with her pussy half penetrated. Fifty percent of my wang was still outside of her fuckhole as I looked into her eyes then kissed her.

For some strange reason I suddenly sank to the floor and lay on my back, pulling Winnie down on top of me while keeping myself inside her. She sat up on top of me and tried to force my fuckstick further into her box but it wasn’t going in very easy. Something was resisting its progress.

This attempt at further penetration lasted very briefly. As if someone had thrown a switch, with no warning, Winnie stopped and collapsed on my chest, sobbing. I held her without speaking as she cried uncontrollably. Her little shoulders shook hysterically and I felt tears wetting my shoulders as I caressed the back of her head ...

... and thought “Christ, I wanna fuck this girl! NOW!”

This crying jag lasted about five minutes but since I was about to enjoy my first fuck ever it felt like an eternity. My cock hadn’t softened a bit and was still stuck half way into her snatch while I waited for Winnie to finish bawling so we could start balling. At last I couldn’t stand the agony of not thrusting and, tears or not, I pushed my hips up to thrust a couple centimeters deeper into her gash.

The change in Winnie was instant. She immediately stopped blubbering and got right back into humping me without a single sniffle more. It was like she never had been crying at all. She sat upright and moved her hips rythmically, trying to force her 100 lbs of boyfuckable self further down on my shaft.

She wasn’t having anymore luck at busting her hymen than I was but I didn’t care. This felt great just penetrating the first bit of cunt I ever had.

In the middle of all this Winnie gasped “It feels so good....but it hurts!”

About that time we heard some idiot came in and started doing laundry. It must have been 1:30 am, for Chrissakes. Winnie got extremely nervous fucking while someone was on the other side of the thin bathroom door and decided to stop.

I still hadn’t

fully

penetrated her slit and as we dressed I pondered whether she was still officially a virgin. More importantly, was I?

We exited the can back out into the laundry room. Some housewife in curlers, sticking clothes in a washer, looked up ...