Hypnotryst - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hypnotryst - Part 2

... need building up again, and it’s breaking down the nervousness of losing my virginity. Holding his cock loosely, I swirl it through my open slit, lazily, casually, enjoying the wet, frictionless glide of his smooth cock-head over my pussy lips. I’m about to send him skating across my clitoris again when I stray too low and his cock-head slips into my wet opening like a ball-and-socket … two parts of a machine that were made to connect … and to STAY connected. There’s a breathless moment of anticipation, a feeling almost like panic rising in my breast. Part of me wants to pull him out; to feel him sliding between my lips some more, building up the heat inside me. Another part can feel my hymen stretching, stretching; and like a bloody roadside accident it wants to see what will happen when it stretches further. And then all of sudden the waiting is over. Ryan pushes forward and with a sharp stab of pain he drives his cock into my open sex and whole new world of sensations explodes through me; the friction of his cock sliding through my straining labia; his smooth cock-head parting the wet, rippling walls of my vagina; and the breathless, endless feeling of being filled to the brim and then spilling over as his throbbing shaft pushes beyond the limits of my untrained, virgin pussy. (EDIT: Susan seems completely immersed in the narrative at this point, and the breathless passion she uses to describe the loss of her virginity is intoxicating. I’m lost in the pace and cadence of ...

... her voice, it’s almost as though she is trying to arouse me. But I’m way beyond that; I have my legs spread wide apart and have been dipping into the hot core of my sex and drawing my wetness back to dance and swirl around my clitoris as I listen to her voice. As she describes Ryan’s cock settling into her opening, I follow along myself, cupping myself tightly and using the middle two fingers to better simulate a cock; and as she describes the sweet breach of her virginity, my own fingers slide smoothly inside and I squeeze them with my secret muscles, imagining the thick manhood of Susan’s memory doing double-duty and stealing away my virginity right along with hers. TW) SR: Ryan begins stroking firmly and deeply into my pussy and as the initial panic and adrenaline rush of losing my virginity abates, the pain and discomfort begin to reassert, making it hard to concentrate on the pleasurable fullness of his cock inside me. I try opening my eyes, but I’m so drunk and the spinning room is making me dizzy – almost nauseous – so I squeeze them closed again and try to recapture that moment of him entering me in my imagination. It’s not working. The hard, rhythmic thrusts into my pussy are more mechanical than loving. Where’s the romance? This was about as special as getting felt up in a cinema. I’ve all but given up the pursuit of my own pleasure and I’m just lying back and waiting for him to finish; but then he surprises me with a kiss. It caught me off-guard and at first I don’t ...