R Finch - No longer virgin

Marshall laughed, "You smell like a woman. You're supposed to."

Wendy giggled, and then said quietly, "Marsh, I've never…"

"Never what?"

"You know. Been with a man. Not really. Not like this, anyway."

"Never? With your looks? Oh, come on!"

"I've kissed and hugged a few. Maybe a little more sometimes. But I've never actually… gone all the way."

"You're serious? Nobody's ever fucked you before? You're still a virgin? For real?"

"You don't have to make it sound so terrible," she laughed. "There's still a few of us around, you know."

"I guess," he said.

"I want you to…" she trailed oft could not bring herself to say it. "Do you know what I mean?"

"Of course I know what you mean," he said.

"You don't sound very pleased."

"It's not that," he said. "I just feel kind of funny, being the first and all. I mean, don't get me wrong. I really like you a lot. More than a lot, even. You're damned easy to care about. But, why me?"

"I like you," she said quietly. "You're nice. And I need someone. Someone to be close to. I need it." She looked away, had not meant to sound so serious. Finally, she said, "I won't hold you to anything. You won't be obligated to me or anything like that. You don't mind being the first, do you?"

"Hell, no, I don't mind!" he laughed. "Of course, there's always a little pain when a man busts into a woman's cunt for the first time. It might make you cry out a bit."

"I know and I'm not going to worry about it. Anyway, I'm already open down there."

"What do you mean?"

"My… it's not closed up. My doctor, when he examined me, said it was broken already."

"Your cunt doesn't work?"

"Not that!" she laughed. "My hymen. It's already broken…"

He looked at her quizzically.

"My cherry," she said, blushed like mad after she said it. She was thankful for the darkness.

"I know what a hymen is," Marshall laughed. "But, come on. You can tell me. Who'd you really lose it to?"

"My bicycle," she said with a small shrug. "That's what the doctor said probably happened, anyway. I was so embarrassed when he mentioned it, he just kind of dropped it."

"And that's how it got broken?"

"Marshall, I'm serious," she said softly.

"I know, I know. Relax, I'm just kidding. But, it's still going to hurt you some. There's no way around it."

"I'll risk it," she breathed, moved her hips against him slightly. The heat between them was building already. "Are you sure I don't smell too terrible?"

"I won't know until after I get your clothes off," he laughed, then said, "Don't worry about it."

"Well, I don't want to be running around out here completely naked," she said, glancing around. "I mean, there are a few cars over there."

"We're not going to be doing much running," he said, then raised himself partially beside her, partially on top of her, and unbuttoned her blouse. He reached down and unsnapped her jeans, Wendy raising her hips to help him, then pushed her denims and underwear to her knees. "God!" he said, laughed. "I really can smell your cunt!" He worked his foot between her bare legs, pushed the garments down around her slender ankles.

Wendy kicked her feet, managed to free herself from them. She pushed them down into the bottom of the sleeping bag, left them where she could find them.

"It's kind of awkward in here, ain't it?" Marshall said, and slid his hand across her smooth tummy to her silky white breasts, squeezed first one, then the other, fondling them until Wendy's alert pink nipples puckered, stiffening erect.

She was busy undoing Marshall's shirt, wanted to feel his chest against her, wanted his body wrapped around her own. She pulled his shirt free, fumbled with his belt, finally unbuckled it. Then she unzipped him quickly and reached for him without hesitation, encircling his hardened cock with her slender fingers. She angled it out of his pants, pulling at it, fell it throb in her hand, alive with sensation. Marshall groaned low in his throat, pushed his pants down out of the way.

Wendy moved her hand along the warm fleshy shaft to the velvety smooth cap at the end, ran her fingers slowly over the keenly responsive glans, caused Marshall to shudder. She could feel the oily conditioning fluid dribble out of the small hole and she smeared it with her fingertip. It was sticky to the touch.

"It's so… big!" Wendy breathed, loved the feel of his stiffened cock in her hand. She shivered deliciously.

"What is?" Marshall laughed.

"Your… thing," she stammered.

"What thing?"

"Your…" and she closed her eyes. "Cock!" She started to blush again the instant she said it, had never once said the word aloud before. "Your cock!" she said again, almost proudly.

Marshall smiled at her excitement, then shifted his attention from her firm breasts and ripe nipples to the hair-covered hillock, between her eagerly spread thighs. He gently squeezed her pink cunt, compressed the moist lips, then opened them again. He searched, found the tiny erect button of her sensitive clit, circled it repeatedly. Wendy trembled, shaking, her eyes bright with anticipation. Wendy bit into her full lower lip. She was starting already to breathe more quickly, could feel the warm lubrication of her slick sex oozing from her, the heady fragrance of it now clearly evident to them both.

"God, your cunt gets wet quick!" Marshall said, pushed his finger slowly up into it, gently explored the interior heat of the tight cleft of flesh. Her trembling pink labial lips sucked wetly at his finger. "I never seen a pussy get so slippery so fast!"

"What do you expect!" she gasped with a sharp little intake of breath, giggling. "You're touching… Oh! Right on my… Oh!" She squirmed suddenly, raising her slim hips to him, at the same time pulled him almost completely on top of her. Marshall sucked at her ivory neck, worked his face down to her firm breasts, chewing at her taut rubbery nipples. He was between her slender legs, supported by the warmth of her bare inner thighs. He moved his hips against her.

"Go slow," Wendy said in a tiny voice.

"Relax. I'll be careful. We're just going to take it nice and easy. I got no intention of ripping up your sweet cunt before we even get started. Not right away, at least."

Wendy felt the warm tip of his cock graze along her damp thigh, felt it press against her tentatively.

"Oh!" she giggled, startled. "It's down too far! You're putting it… in my… OH! Here, let me!"

She took his throbbing cock in her small hand again, guiding him, the tightly veined skin of it shifting under her fingers, the hard center of it jabbing forward as he thrust at her. "Easy," she breathed, spread her knees slightly wider to accommodate him, felt the inflamed lips of her tingling pussy gaping open, swelling with the hot rise of her lust.

"Just relax now. It'll be all right," he assured her, then Wendy felt the swollen tip of his stiffness entering her, felt his twitching glans part the slick deft wetly. She tensed, held her breath while he gradually, inch by inch, began to slip into the pulsating passageway of her pussy.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"It's awful tight," she answered, swallowed. "God, it's so big! I'm not sure I can…"

He laughed, "You'll get used to it. You might even get to like it."

Wendy smiled, kissed him on the mouth lightly. He pushed his hips slowly against her, continued to inch slightly more into her heat.

"Wait a second!" she said quickly. "Just lay right there. Let me get used to it." She took a deep breath.

"I might just come right here," he said.

"Not yet!" she giggled softly, felt him throb within her. "Wait for me!"

He squeezed her around the waist, while she was still giggling gave a sudden vigorous shove with his hips and pushed his thick cock fully into the heat of her gripping cunt, cleaving all the way into her. Wendy let out a little squeal, clutched at his back, held herself rigid under him. "Don't move!" she gasped. "It hurts just a little."