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A Night of Sweet Treats: Part 2
Iris and Sam have a sexy ‘deflowering’ party for two, on Halloween.
by MoonlitOpal. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
“Yep.” I placed the box on the table beside the couch, then stood
before Sam and slowly took off my dress. I was trembling with
excitement, and as his hungry stare moved over me, I felt my nipples
harden beneath my bra.
“You’re beautiful, Iris,” he whispered.
I grinned and went to Sam, leaning forward so I could give him a deep
kiss. Then I climbed onto the couch, kneeling beside him. Without
speaking, I began trying to unfasten his pants, but my hands were
shaking so much, I struggled with the simple task.
I was grateful when Sam took over. Once he had his pants and
underwear down around his thighs, I stared at his erection, which pulsed
in time with his heartbeat.
Looking up at Sam again, I saw that his gaze was pleading, full of
the same need overtaking me, and I wanted more than anything to make him
feel good. Extending my hand, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, and
it twitched in my grasp. As I began gently stroking, Sam let his head
fall back, a low groan emerging from deep in his throat.
I delighted in the silkiness of his flesh. Sliding the pad of my
thumb over his cock head, I felt a drop of moisture. My mouth watered
when I thought about tasting it.
Eagerly I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his tip. Now Sam
was trembling, too, and his obvious excitement made me brave enough to
swirl my tongue all around the lovely mushroom head. The slight
saltiness of his skin combined with a trace of sweetness from his
pre-cum.
“Iris,” he moaned while brushing my hair back from my face. Grasping
his erection, I planted kisses along the entire length of him. I inhaled
his scent, which only heightened my arousal. I was soaking wet between
my thighs.
Finally I wrapped my lips around Sam’s throbbing cock. The sound of
his heavy breathing competed with the volume of the television, and the
flickering light from the screen fell on my face as I did my best to
pleasure him.
I wasn’t able to take much at first. As soon as his cock reached the
back of my tongue, I had to suppress my gag reflex. He was careful not
to thrust his hips, instead letting me set the pace. While saliva
trickled from my mouth to coat his cock, I stroked him, then lowered my
lips until I reached my hand.
“Ah, fuck!” he cried. “Iris, that feels so good!”
I’d never heard Sam swear before, and I took it as a compliment. He
seemed lost to his lust, and to the feel of my licking and sucking and
stroking. I tried again to take him deeper, exhaling as another inch of
his cock disappeared between my lips.
It was then that I felt Sam caress my back, his fingertips running
along my spine. While I fondled his balls and used my tongue to give
plenty of attention to the underside of his cock, he reached between my
thighs.
I moaned when he began rubbing me through my panties. At first, his
touch was a little too low, but I wasn’t about to lift my head from his
cock and give him directions. Then his fingers homed in on my clit, and I
moaned even louder, letting him know he’d reached just the right spot.
“I love how wet you are,” he told me in a guttural voice. I was glad
he found it exciting, because my body seemed intent on producing a
copious amount of lubrication for my first time.
As Sam continued massaging my clit, I shivered from the sheer
pleasure of it, and I realized I wanted him to come in my mouth. I
wanted to feel him orgasm while my lips were wrapped around his cock.
“Iris, I’m close,” he suddenly warned me. I heard his gasp when I
continued sucking, hollowing my cheeks in the process. “Iris, oh God!”
I moaned, letting him know I didn’t want him to hold back. He let out
a loud cry, and his whole body tensed as the first rope of semen landed
on my tongue. Quickly I swallowed, tasting the hot saltiness of it.
More soon followed, and despite my best efforts, it was impossible for
me to get it all down. Some escaped my lips, but I didn’t raise my head
until Sam was completely spent.
Finally I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He stared at me, seemingly transfixed. “Was that okay?” I asked.
“That was fucking fantastic!” he panted, still catching his breath. “My God, if you’re a virgin, how did you learn to do that?”
“By reading how-to articles and watching porn,” I confessed with a grin.
Sam laughed, then pulled me close so he could give me a gentle kiss. “Thank you for that,” he whispered against my lips.
“I enjoyed doing it,” I whispered back. “It made me excited, knowing I was exciting you so much.”
His eyes were full of affection as he regarded me. “No pressure, but
if you still want tonight to be our first time, it won’t take me long to
get hard again,” he revealed.
“Now that’s good to know,” I said, then tilted my head back while
Sam’s lips traveled over my neck. “What should we do in the meantime?”
“I think we should see if I can make you come while my face is buried
between your thighs,” he replied, his breath warm against my skin.
I released a whimper, unable to hide my eagerness as I nodded.
Sam stood and began to undress. Sitting on the couch before him, I
was far too impatient to go slow. Instead, I hurriedly reached behind me
to unhook my bra before casting it aside. The cool air greeted my erect
nipples, making them even harder, and Sam fixed his stare on my
breasts. I couldn’t resist cupping them in my hands and pushing them
together for his benefit.
“Iris, you’re killing me,” he groaned. I watched as he pulled down
his boxer briefs and stepped out of them. Now that he was completely
nude, I allowed myself several long moments to take in the gorgeous
sight. Like me, Sam would be considered average by many people, yet I
found him so sexy, I’d already creamed my panties.
That thought reminded me I still had on my wet underwear. Snapping
out of my lust-filled daze, I yanked off my panties, then spread my legs
wide.
Sam wasn’t joking when he told me it wouldn’t take him long to get
hard again. He was already semi-erect, and as I planted my feet on the
edge of the couch, keeping my knees bent, his gaze settled between my
thighs.
For a long moment, Sam studied me, as if he wanted to commit the
sight of my naked body to memory. Then he began stroking his cock, his
chest rapidly rising and falling with each shallow breath.
When Sam moved toward the table to my right, I thought he was
reaching for the box of condoms, but he only turned on the lamp. I tried
not to flinch in the sudden light, for it had been far easier to be
uninhibited in the shadows.
“I want to get a good look at you,” he said in a husky voice, then
knelt before the couch and leaned forward so he was at eye level with my
most intimate place. I fought the urge to close my legs and hide
myself.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” Sam whispered, drawing a fingertip
between my wet, swollen inner folds. His mere touch brought a cry from
my lips. As he lowered his mouth to my thigh and licked my skin, I knew
he could was gathering traces of my juices on his tongue. His kisses
were gentle while he traveled upward. By the time his mouth was just
above my clit, I was writhing on the couch, desperate for him.
Sam’s eyes met mine. “Let me know what feels good, and what you want me to keep doing,” he murmured, and I readily nodded.
I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect. Of course I’d imagined how
this would feel, but imagining was worlds apart from actually
experiencing. I was convinced I’d enjoy it, yet I wondered if it would
be all that much different from the sensation I derived from touching
myself.
But oh God, it was different! As Sam sucked at my smooth outer lips,
drawing them into his mouth, I couldn’t hold back my mewls of pleasure.
He gently spread me open with his fingers, and I stared down at him, my
eyes widening when his tongue slid from my entrance to my clit.
“Yes!” I cried. My hips began their rhythmic rocking, as if I were
already fucking. I heightened my bliss by fondling my nipples, rolling
those peaks between my fingers.
Sam gazed up at me, and the blatant lust in his eyes made a shudder
course through my body. The sound and feel of his eager lapping at my
folds, and the warmth of his mouth mingling with my heat, was almost
enough to make me orgasm right then and there.
But he was far from finished with me. His lips gently circled my
clit, almost teasingly, before he began lashing the swollen nub of flesh
with his tongue. My plaintive cries filled the room. “Sam, oh God, keep
doing that, please!” I begged.
He happily complied, working his tongue against my clit at a
relentless pace. I buried my fingers in his hair, resisting the urge to
press his mouth even harder against me. Yet he seemed to sense what I
needed, for he grabbed my hips, holding me firmly to him.
My face was hot, and my breasts heaved as I breathed hard and fast. “I’m gonna come!” I wailed. “I’m so close!”
Sam moaned at my words, showing my clit no mercy. The stimulation was
almost more than I could bear, but my thighs began shaking, signaling
that my body was about to surrender to a powerful orgasm.
The first spasm caused me to arch my back and raise my hips. “Sam…
oh, fuck!” I managed to shriek before falling silent and allowing the
blissful contractions to seize me. I felt awash in ecstasy, never
wanting it to end.
Then it suddenly became too much. Still shaking, I squirmed in Sam’s grasp. “I can’t, oh it’s too sensitive!” I managed to moan.
He lifted his head, smiling as he gazed at my swollen clit. His
expression made it clear that he was quite pleased with my helpless
state.
When he sat next to me on the couch, I noticed he was fully erect
once more. I was breathing hard, yet I readily accepted his kiss. “Do
you want to wait a little while?” he asked, smoothing my hair back from
my flushed face.
I quickly shook my head. While my clit was temporarily
overstimulated, the rest of my body was another matter. Deep in my core,
I throbbed with the need to take Sam deep inside me.
This time he did reach for the condoms. I watched eagerly as he took
one from the box. Though he was a virgin, he knew how to put it on
correctly, and he winked at me while rolling the condom down the length
of his erection. I grinned, making no attempt to hide my excitement.
When Sam was ready, I started to lie back on the couch, but he
grabbed my hand, and I looked at him expectantly. “Why don’t you
straddle me?” he suggested. “Then you can control the pace while taking
me inside. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” He was breathing
faster, anticipation and lust clear on his face, yet he was putting my
needs first.
Stroking his cheek, I nodded before moving to plant a knee on either
side of him. As I hovered above his cock, I took a deep, steadying
breath. “I’m a little nervous,” I revealed with a shy smile.
“I understand,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Just take it slow, okay? No rush.”
“Okay.” I placed my hands on the back of the couch, bracing myself
while balancing on my knees. Sam took hold of his sheathed cock, and I
waited for him to guide the tip directly to my opening so I could sink
down upon it. Instead, he gently slid it between my inner lips, coating
it with my juices. I was so wet, we didn’t need lube. When Sam’s cock
grazed my clit, I released a needy whimper and knew no amount of
discomfort would stop me from taking every inch of him inside.
When he positioned his cock right at my entrance, I began lowering my
body. “Ooh!” I released a soft cry as the head stretched me. Trying to
hide my wince, I swallowed hard, then took another deep breath and kept
going. My body was ready, more than ready, but I still had to move
slowly.
Sam gazed up at me, his expression rapt. I heard his groan of
pleasure when I managed to accept the tip of his cock. There was a
little pain, yes, but more of a sensation of pressure, of tremendous
stretching. I knew Sam’s cock was beautifully, perfectly average, but at
that moment, it felt massive as it penetrated me.
Then Sam was all the way inside, and I couldn’t hold back a relieved
smile while I settled down upon him. He smiled, too, then leaned forward
to kiss me. I moaned into his mouth; I wondered if he could feel me
trembling.
At first I was afraid to move, afraid it would hurt. Sam appeared to
read my mind, for he repeated, “No rush.” Then he reached between my
thighs and gently rubbed my swollen clit. By that point, it wasn’t as
tender, and I took pleasure in the stimulation.
“Oh, that feels so good,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
And he did. Though I hadn’t yet begun to move, I derived a deep satisfaction from being so completely filled.
As Sam’s breath came faster and his mouth found mine once more, I
realized he was shaking, too. Was it hard for him to remain still while
he patiently waited for me to get used to his cock inside me?
Finally I worked up the nerve to begin moving, my hips taking on a
slow, rhythmic pace. I kept him almost all the way inside, not brave
enough to try sliding up and down his length, but as Sam’s features
contorted with ecstasy, I knew he loved the way I gently rode him.
With his fingers massaging my clit, he lowered his mouth to my left
breast and took my nipple between his lips. “Oh God, yes!” I cried. It
was as if my body had become a singular pulsing current of bliss, and my
hips began moving faster.
Sam let out a loud groan, which was muffled by my breast. A thin
layer of sweat covered my skin, and I grew even more excited by the feel
of his mouth sucking my nipple.
When Sam lifted his head, he gave me a pleading stare. “Iris, oh… oh
fuck, I’m not going to last!” His words were edged with something like
panic.
Seeing as how it was his first time, too, I certainly didn’t expect
him to hold out long. “That’s okay,” I assured him with an affectionate
smile. “Don’t hold back, Sam.”
While rolling my hips, I basked in the raw pleasure of the act. I
could feel my own orgasm building, and soon Sam and I were both quaking,
on the verge of release. His groans and my cries were loud enough to
make me glad Nora was out for the evening.
I felt Sam tense just before he came. His eyes locked with mine, and I
gasped when he bucked his hips, driving his cock deeper inside me. He
gave a helpless shout as he climaxed, his jaw slackening. Yet even in
the grip of his orgasm, he continued rubbing my clit, determined to make
me come.
“Yes!” I wailed, surrendering to him then: to his fingers, his cock,
and his stare full of bliss. A low scream escaped my lips as I reached
my orgasm, my body wracked by delicious spasms. My muscles clenched
around Sam’s cock again and again, and he released a low groan. His
breaths were shallow, and his face was flushed.
Finally my contractions subsided, and as much as I wanted to nestle
up against Sam and bask in our post-orgasmic satisfaction, I knew I
couldn’t. After giving him a quick kiss, I sat up, and he held the
condom in place so it wouldn’t slip while I eased myself off of him.
Sam looked down at his slowly softening cock, and then he looked at me and grinned. “My God, that was incredible!” he said.
“It sure was,” I replied, my grin mirroring his. Then I wondered if I
was bleeding; I was only a little sore after our first time, but I
figured I’d better check just in case.
“Be right back,” I told him, then hurried to the bathroom to relieve
myself. Wiping between my thighs, I discovered I hadn’t bled at all.
Next it was Sam’s turn to clean up, and while he was in the bathroom,
I put on my bra and panties. Grabbing a blanket from the back of the
couch, I sat down and wrapped it around me, and I realized I couldn’t
stop smiling. Whatever the future might hold for me and Sam, I knew I
would never regret him being my first.
He returned to the living room, giving me a sweet grin. I watched as
he pulled on his underwear and pants but didn’t bother with his shirt.
Then he settled on the couch next to me, and I draped the blanket around
him as well.
Sam wove his fingers through my hair, giving me a deep kiss with
plenty of tongue. Though I’d just come twice, my body immediately
responded to him. He held me close, and I sighed with contentment,
resting my head on his shoulder. I noticed another film had begun on the
television, this one featuring what appeared to be a werewolf rampaging
through the night.
“Thank you, Iris,” Sam whispered, interlacing his fingers with mine. “For everything.”
“Thank you for making my first time so wonderful,” I whispered back.
Sam turned to look at me, his gaze tender. “Sex with you was
absolutely amazing,” he said, “but I’d like this to be more than just
sex. I enjoyed every minute of tonight with you.”
I beamed at his words, then planted another kiss on his mouth. “I want that, too,” I told him.
“Oh, and just so you know?” he said with a grin, and I looked at him
expectantly. “Halloween is now officially my favorite holiday.”
To be continued..
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“Yep.” I placed the box on the table beside the couch, then stood
before Sam and slowly took off my dress. I was trembling with
excitement, and as his hungry stare moved over me, I felt my nipples
harden beneath my bra.
“You’re beautiful, Iris,” he whispered.
I grinned and went to Sam, leaning forward so I could give him a deep
kiss. Then I climbed onto the couch, kneeling beside him. Without
speaking, I began trying to unfasten his pants, but my hands were
shaking so much, I struggled with the simple task.
I was grateful when Sam took over. Once he had his pants and
underwear down around his thighs, I stared at his erection, which pulsed
in time with his heartbeat.
Looking up at Sam again, I saw that his gaze was pleading, full of
the same need overtaking me, and I wanted more than anything to make him
feel good. Extending my hand, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, and
it twitched in my grasp. As I began gently stroking, Sam let his head
fall back, a low groan emerging from deep in his throat.
I delighted in the silkiness of his flesh. Sliding the pad of my
thumb over his cock head, I felt a drop of moisture. My mouth watered
when I thought about tasting it.
Eagerly I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his tip. Now Sam
was trembling, too, and his obvious excitement made me brave enough to
swirl my tongue all around the lovely mushroom head. The slight
saltiness of his skin combined with a trace of sweetness from his
pre-cum.
“Iris,” he moaned while brushing my hair back from my face. Grasping
his erection, I planted kisses along the entire length of him. I inhaled
his scent, which only heightened my arousal. I was soaking wet between
my thighs.
Finally I wrapped my lips around Sam’s throbbing cock. The sound of
his heavy breathing competed with the volume of the television, and the
flickering light from the screen fell on my face as I did my best to
pleasure him.
I wasn’t able to take much at first. As soon as his cock reached the
back of my tongue, I had to suppress my gag reflex. He was careful not
to thrust his hips, instead letting me set the pace. While saliva
trickled from my mouth to coat his cock, I stroked him, then lowered my
lips until I reached my hand.
“Ah, fuck!” he cried. “Iris, that feels so good!”
I’d never heard Sam swear before, and I took it as a compliment. He
seemed lost to his lust, and to the feel of my licking and sucking and
stroking. I tried again to take him deeper, exhaling as another inch of
his cock disappeared between my lips.
It was then that I felt Sam caress my back, his fingertips running
along my spine. While I fondled his balls and used my tongue to give
plenty of attention to the underside of his cock, he reached between my
thighs.
I moaned when he began rubbing me through my panties. At first, his
touch was a little too low, but I wasn’t about to lift my head from his
cock and give him directions. Then his fingers homed in on my clit, and I
moaned even louder, letting him know he’d reached just the right spot.
“I love how wet you are,” he told me in a guttural voice. I was glad
he found it exciting, because my body seemed intent on producing a
copious amount of lubrication for my first time.
As Sam continued massaging my clit, I shivered from the sheer
pleasure of it, and I realized I wanted him to come in my mouth. I
wanted to feel him orgasm while my lips were wrapped around his cock.
“Iris, I’m close,” he suddenly warned me. I heard his gasp when I
continued sucking, hollowing my cheeks in the process. “Iris, oh God!”
I moaned, letting him know I didn’t want him to hold back. He let out
a loud cry, and his whole body tensed as the first rope of semen landed
on my tongue. Quickly I swallowed, tasting the hot saltiness of it.
More soon followed, and despite my best efforts, it was impossible for
me to get it all down. Some escaped my lips, but I didn’t raise my head
until Sam was completely spent.
Finally I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He stared at me, seemingly transfixed. “Was that okay?” I asked.
“That was fucking fantastic!” he panted, still catching his breath. “My God, if you’re a virgin, how did you learn to do that?”
“By reading how-to articles and watching porn,” I confessed with a grin.
Sam laughed, then pulled me close so he could give me a gentle kiss. “Thank you for that,” he whispered against my lips.
“I enjoyed doing it,” I whispered back. “It made me excited, knowing I was exciting you so much.”
His eyes were full of affection as he regarded me. “No pressure, but
if you still want tonight to be our first time, it won’t take me long to
get hard again,” he revealed.
“Now that’s good to know,” I said, then tilted my head back while
Sam’s lips traveled over my neck. “What should we do in the meantime?”
“I think we should see if I can make you come while my face is buried
between your thighs,” he replied, his breath warm against my skin.
I released a whimper, unable to hide my eagerness as I nodded.
Sam stood and began to undress. Sitting on the couch before him, I
was far too impatient to go slow. Instead, I hurriedly reached behind me
to unhook my bra before casting it aside. The cool air greeted my erect
nipples, making them even harder, and Sam fixed his stare on my
breasts. I couldn’t resist cupping them in my hands and pushing them
together for his benefit.
“Iris, you’re killing me,” he groaned. I watched as he pulled down
his boxer briefs and stepped out of them. Now that he was completely
nude, I allowed myself several long moments to take in the gorgeous
sight. Like me, Sam would be considered average by many people, yet I
found him so sexy, I’d already creamed my panties.
That thought reminded me I still had on my wet underwear. Snapping
out of my lust-filled daze, I yanked off my panties, then spread my legs
wide.
Sam wasn’t joking when he told me it wouldn’t take him long to get
hard again. He was already semi-erect, and as I planted my feet on the
edge of the couch, keeping my knees bent, his gaze settled between my
thighs.
For a long moment, Sam studied me, as if he wanted to commit the
sight of my naked body to memory. Then he began stroking his cock, his
chest rapidly rising and falling with each shallow breath.
When Sam moved toward the table to my right, I thought he was
reaching for the box of condoms, but he only turned on the lamp. I tried
not to flinch in the sudden light, for it had been far easier to be
uninhibited in the shadows.
“I want to get a good look at you,” he said in a husky voice, then
knelt before the couch and leaned forward so he was at eye level with my
most intimate place. I fought the urge to close my legs and hide
myself.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” Sam whispered, drawing a fingertip
between my wet, swollen inner folds. His mere touch brought a cry from
my lips. As he lowered his mouth to my thigh and licked my skin, I knew
he could was gathering traces of my juices on his tongue. His kisses
were gentle while he traveled upward. By the time his mouth was just
above my clit, I was writhing on the couch, desperate for him.
Sam’s eyes met mine. “Let me know what feels good, and what you want me to keep doing,” he murmured, and I readily nodded.
I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect. Of course I’d imagined how
this would feel, but imagining was worlds apart from actually
experiencing. I was convinced I’d enjoy it, yet I wondered if it would
be all that much different from the sensation I derived from touching
myself.
But oh God, it was different! As Sam sucked at my smooth outer lips,
drawing them into his mouth, I couldn’t hold back my mewls of pleasure.
He gently spread me open with his fingers, and I stared down at him, my
eyes widening when his tongue slid from my entrance to my clit.
“Yes!” I cried. My hips began their rhythmic rocking, as if I were
already fucking. I heightened my bliss by fondling my nipples, rolling
those peaks between my fingers.
Sam gazed up at me, and the blatant lust in his eyes made a shudder
course through my body. The sound and feel of his eager lapping at my
folds, and the warmth of his mouth mingling with my heat, was almost
enough to make me orgasm right then and there.
But he was far from finished with me. His lips gently circled my
clit, almost teasingly, before he began lashing the swollen nub of flesh
with his tongue. My plaintive cries filled the room. “Sam, oh God, keep
doing that, please!” I begged.
He happily complied, working his tongue against my clit at a
relentless pace. I buried my fingers in his hair, resisting the urge to
press his mouth even harder against me. Yet he seemed to sense what I
needed, for he grabbed my hips, holding me firmly to him.
My face was hot, and my breasts heaved as I breathed hard and fast. “I’m gonna come!” I wailed. “I’m so close!”
Sam moaned at my words, showing my clit no mercy. The stimulation was
almost more than I could bear, but my thighs began shaking, signaling
that my body was about to surrender to a powerful orgasm.
The first spasm caused me to arch my back and raise my hips. “Sam…
oh, fuck!” I managed to shriek before falling silent and allowing the
blissful contractions to seize me. I felt awash in ecstasy, never
wanting it to end.
Then it suddenly became too much. Still shaking, I squirmed in Sam’s grasp. “I can’t, oh it’s too sensitive!” I managed to moan.
He lifted his head, smiling as he gazed at my swollen clit. His
expression made it clear that he was quite pleased with my helpless
state.
When he sat next to me on the couch, I noticed he was fully erect
once more. I was breathing hard, yet I readily accepted his kiss. “Do
you want to wait a little while?” he asked, smoothing my hair back from
my flushed face.
I quickly shook my head. While my clit was temporarily
overstimulated, the rest of my body was another matter. Deep in my core,
I throbbed with the need to take Sam deep inside me.
This time he did reach for the condoms. I watched eagerly as he took
one from the box. Though he was a virgin, he knew how to put it on
correctly, and he winked at me while rolling the condom down the length
of his erection. I grinned, making no attempt to hide my excitement.
When Sam was ready, I started to lie back on the couch, but he
grabbed my hand, and I looked at him expectantly. “Why don’t you
straddle me?” he suggested. “Then you can control the pace while taking
me inside. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” He was breathing
faster, anticipation and lust clear on his face, yet he was putting my
needs first.
Stroking his cheek, I nodded before moving to plant a knee on either
side of him. As I hovered above his cock, I took a deep, steadying
breath. “I’m a little nervous,” I revealed with a shy smile.
“I understand,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Just take it slow, okay? No rush.”
“Okay.” I placed my hands on the back of the couch, bracing myself
while balancing on my knees. Sam took hold of his sheathed cock, and I
waited for him to guide the tip directly to my opening so I could sink
down upon it. Instead, he gently slid it between my inner lips, coating
it with my juices. I was so wet, we didn’t need lube. When Sam’s cock
grazed my clit, I released a needy whimper and knew no amount of
discomfort would stop me from taking every inch of him inside.
When he positioned his cock right at my entrance, I began lowering my
body. “Ooh!” I released a soft cry as the head stretched me. Trying to
hide my wince, I swallowed hard, then took another deep breath and kept
going. My body was ready, more than ready, but I still had to move
slowly.
Sam gazed up at me, his expression rapt. I heard his groan of
pleasure when I managed to accept the tip of his cock. There was a
little pain, yes, but more of a sensation of pressure, of tremendous
stretching. I knew Sam’s cock was beautifully, perfectly average, but at
that moment, it felt massive as it penetrated me.
Then Sam was all the way inside, and I couldn’t hold back a relieved
smile while I settled down upon him. He smiled, too, then leaned forward
to kiss me. I moaned into his mouth; I wondered if he could feel me
trembling.
At first I was afraid to move, afraid it would hurt. Sam appeared to
read my mind, for he repeated, “No rush.” Then he reached between my
thighs and gently rubbed my swollen clit. By that point, it wasn’t as
tender, and I took pleasure in the stimulation.
“Oh, that feels so good,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
And he did. Though I hadn’t yet begun to move, I derived a deep satisfaction from being so completely filled.
As Sam’s breath came faster and his mouth found mine once more, I
realized he was shaking, too. Was it hard for him to remain still while
he patiently waited for me to get used to his cock inside me?
Finally I worked up the nerve to begin moving, my hips taking on a
slow, rhythmic pace. I kept him almost all the way inside, not brave
enough to try sliding up and down his length, but as Sam’s features
contorted with ecstasy, I knew he loved the way I gently rode him.
With his fingers massaging my clit, he lowered his mouth to my left
breast and took my nipple between his lips. “Oh God, yes!” I cried. It
was as if my body had become a singular pulsing current of bliss, and my
hips began moving faster.
Sam let out a loud groan, which was muffled by my breast. A thin
layer of sweat covered my skin, and I grew even more excited by the feel
of his mouth sucking my nipple.
When Sam lifted his head, he gave me a pleading stare. “Iris, oh… oh
fuck, I’m not going to last!” His words were edged with something like
panic.
Seeing as how it was his first time, too, I certainly didn’t expect
him to hold out long. “That’s okay,” I assured him with an affectionate
smile. “Don’t hold back, Sam.”
While rolling my hips, I basked in the raw pleasure of the act. I
could feel my own orgasm building, and soon Sam and I were both quaking,
on the verge of release. His groans and my cries were loud enough to
make me glad Nora was out for the evening.
I felt Sam tense just before he came. His eyes locked with mine, and I
gasped when he bucked his hips, driving his cock deeper inside me. He
gave a helpless shout as he climaxed, his jaw slackening. Yet even in
the grip of his orgasm, he continued rubbing my clit, determined to make
me come.
“Yes!” I wailed, surrendering to him then: to his fingers, his cock,
and his stare full of bliss. A low scream escaped my lips as I reached
my orgasm, my body wracked by delicious spasms. My muscles clenched
around Sam’s cock again and again, and he released a low groan. His
breaths were shallow, and his face was flushed.
Finally my contractions subsided, and as much as I wanted to nestle
up against Sam and bask in our post-orgasmic satisfaction, I knew I
couldn’t. After giving him a quick kiss, I sat up, and he held the
condom in place so it wouldn’t slip while I eased myself off of him.
Sam looked down at his slowly softening cock, and then he looked at me and grinned. “My God, that was incredible!” he said.
“It sure was,” I replied, my grin mirroring his. Then I wondered if I
was bleeding; I was only a little sore after our first time, but I
figured I’d better check just in case.
“Be right back,” I told him, then hurried to the bathroom to relieve
myself. Wiping between my thighs, I discovered I hadn’t bled at all.
Next it was Sam’s turn to clean up, and while he was in the bathroom,
I put on my bra and panties. Grabbing a blanket from the back of the
couch, I sat down and wrapped it around me, and I realized I couldn’t
stop smiling. Whatever the future might hold for me and Sam, I knew I
would never regret him being my first.
He returned to the living room, giving me a sweet grin. I watched as
he pulled on his underwear and pants but didn’t bother with his shirt.
Then he settled on the couch next to me, and I draped the blanket around
him as well.
Sam wove his fingers through my hair, giving me a deep kiss with
plenty of tongue. Though I’d just come twice, my body immediately
responded to him. He held me close, and I sighed with contentment,
resting my head on his shoulder. I noticed another film had begun on the
television, this one featuring what appeared to be a werewolf rampaging
through the night.
“Thank you, Iris,” Sam whispered, interlacing his fingers with mine. “For everything.”
“Thank you for making my first time so wonderful,” I whispered back.
Sam turned to look at me, his gaze tender. “Sex with you was
absolutely amazing,” he said, “but I’d like this to be more than just
sex. I enjoyed every minute of tonight with you.”
I beamed at his words, then planted another kiss on his mouth. “I want that, too,” I told him.
“Oh, and just so you know?” he said with a grin, and I looked at him
expectantly. “Halloween is now officially my favorite holiday.”
To be continued..
by MoonlitOpal for Literotica
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