thealmostvirgin's Blog

I woke up early to prepare for Perry. I wanted to create a masterpiece out of myself, for him to enjoy. However, I spent most of my time after the alarm went off thinking about what I was about to do, and trying to calm the butterflies. I took a shower and wrapped myself in a short, silk robe. I was putting on mascara when I heard knocking at the apartment door. It was too early for Perry. My stomach dropped. The only other person who would be here at 6 in the morning would be my early arriving boyfriend, who would shortly be followed by the guy I just sucked the life out of. I opened the door to find Perry, breakfast in one hand and his other in his pocket. “I didn’t think I’d get here this quick.” He explained. I put our food on the kitchen table, we socialized for a while before I looked down to see he was already bulging out of his pants. “I didn’t even have to do anything?” I joked. He played with the bottom of my robe and replied “This just looks really nice.” I sat down on the couch, him standing in front of me, and began untying his gym shorts. Before he could step out of them, I was stuffing his cock in my mouth. He swept my hair out of my face, balled it into a knot and held on while he thrusted his hips forward, making his dick collide with the sides of my mouth and the very back of my throat. I gagged much more when he was in control. I reclined, opening my legs to show Perry what was waiting under the robe. He watched, stroking himself slowly. Perry was aware of my special situation with my shitty boyfriend and was feeling spiteful. “I want to do it where he sleeps.” He teased, pulling me from the couch. I lead him to my boyfriends bed and made him sit. He kissed me as I straddled his waist, rubbing my desperate, wet pussy against his cock. His hands around my ass pushing my clit harder against his dick. I was becoming visibly impatient, encouraging him to let me ride. He would rather watch me squirm than let me have the penetration I craved. He pinned me to the bed, grinding his cock against my pussy. My hand pulled and tugged his hair, his cock slipping and sliding against my clit. He kissed my neck and chest, a hand inside of my robe groping my tits, my nipples hard between his fingers. The urge to orgasm possessed me. My body pushed and convulsed against him. I shook and my legs tightened around Perry’s waist as I entered my euphoria. Suddenly, before I could calm down, I was being stretched around his cock. I gasped as he pushed as far as my untrained, inexperienced pussy would let him. My hole griping his thickness as he pulled out. I watched as his brows creased and he bit his lip. “Goddammit, that’s tight.” He whispered and pushed in deeper, I let a tiny moan escape me. His smile as he looked down at me while I took his cock had me hotter and wetter than anything ever had. My breathing was heavy, pussy drooling on him, letting his stiff dick slide in easier, faster, harder. My nails were digging into his arms, my toes pointed. “That looks so good.” I moaned, looking down between us. He looked, both of us watching his cock slide in and out of me. I threw my head back against the pillow as he tried pushing deeper, letting out an involuntary string or curse words. I begged for it deeper. “I don’t think you could handle it all.” He taunted. My words were becoming gibberish, but it didn’t stop me from begging for all of him. He took a moment to enjoy my begging, then gave in and slammed into me balls deep, I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I gripped the pillows and watched as his cock now completely disappeared into my pussy. What a fantastic magic trick. He was smashing my body into jello and I was losing control of my tongue. Saying things I never thought I’d say. He was right, I couldn’t take it, but I was going to. This is what I had wanted. He tore at my robe until exposing my jiggling tits, thin waist and my trimmed pussy being shoved so full of cock that it made my stomach bulge. He grabbed my neck and kissed me, sliding his tongue against mine, then pulled away to ask how it felt. My tits were bouncing, his thighs slapping against mine. I couldn’t speak. He leaned back, elevating my hips and pulling me against him, hitting a new angle that made me gasp. “I asked you how it felt.” He said. I tried to answer him but my words were coming out in screams. My eyes watered, my body limp, my mouth open but mute. The only sound in the entire room was the clapping of our skin. As I watched him try to shove into me as my pussy tightened and spazzed around him, when he pulled out I could see thick creamy juices coating his cock. He had made me cum. I still gasped and cursed. I could see him getting close, biting his lip, groaning, fucking more aggressively. The sight of him getting off to my body edged me towards another orgasm. Between moans I begged him not to cum yet. He pounded me into another paralyzing orgasm, more intense than the first. So intense that I cried and laughed with no reason why. He was waiting his turn to cum, I encouraged him, telling him to cum wherever he wanted. So, he shoved himself as deep as he could get and filled me to the max of the first ever load of cum inside me. It was hot and dripping from me as he pulled out. We lay there for a moment, trying to catch our breath. I left the bed and I to the bathroom to clean myself, then letting Perry do the same. On our way out of the bedroom we laughed at our breakfast, now cold, on the kitchen table. We ate what we could and said our goodbyes just 30 minutes before my boyfriends surprise early arrival.