It was my freshman year at college when I met my Girlfriend. We had met on this Orientation cruise which was really awful. After a rocky beginning we fell in love. It turns out that I was her first real boyfriend, which was nice because she was mine. After a few months of fooling around, whenever one of our roomates was away, we decided that we wanted to have sex. She wanted to be on birth control pills before we were going to have sex which meant that we couldn’t untill a month after she started them because that’s when the hormones have adapted to the regulations. We continued to do our bit of fooling around untill one day we couldn’t take it.
We were in my dorm when my roomate was gone (probably abusing his girlfriend as he was aft to do) when we started making out. My girlfriend is very beautiful (although she doesn’t know it), she’s five foot ten, 130 pounds, nice tits and a beautiful pussy that is as sweet as honey (I love eating her out). We started by removing some of our clothes as I kiss my way down her body. After giving her head for about twenty minutes I stopped and asked her if she wanted to have sex. She said she did but was scared. I told her it would be alright and If it hurt too much I would stopped, after all I do consider myself a gentleman. Luckily the college gives out condoms in every dorm so we didn’t have to worry about protection as it was about two weeks after starting the pill. When I got the condomn on I got on top of her and looked in her eyes as I entered her very wet pussy. That’s when all the romance of losing our virginity vanished. She moaned out in pain. LOUDLY. I asked her if she wanted to stop but she told me she wanted to keep going. All the while we had sex she cried from the pain. It took a while for me to get into her tight pussy despite her being so wet. After getting all eight inches of my cock inside of her we started building up a rhythym. She said it felt alright but she still cried. After about an hour (A feat that I can only do when neither of us are enjoying sex, oh cruel fate) she asked if we could stop. I held as she cried a while more, but she told me she was glad to do it and that it was special.
We are still dating and nearing our first year anniversary of going out. We jokingly call our first time “practice sex.” The sex has gotten a lot better and that loudness she had from the pain has translated into pleasure. When she comes she has to bury her head underneath the pillows, and even then she is too loud. She’s very embarassed by this. One time after having sex at my house my dad saluted me. I guess there are probably worse ways of your parents coming to terms with your sexuality.
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