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Because two fingers was nowhere close to my girth.
I pumped and pulsed my fingers into her quickly, so fucking fast my forearm was tight and I knew it would be slightly sore later in that night. But her squirming, her moans, her fucking squeezing so hard I thought my fingers would squeeze out of her, only egged me on to go harder and faster.
I sucked her clit into my mouth one last time before she shattered around me.
Mia
God damn, this was so much better than my toys.
The high I felt as I exploded around his hand was unlike any orgasm I ever gave myself.
I loved his control. His mouth was fucking magical and his fingers…
Damn.
Earlier, when he had me grab his cock, I was slightly fearful of his size. He was a bit bigger than my largest dildo.
I had always been sexually minded, having started to masturbate at around twelve. Being a twenty-something year old virgin wasn’t something I had planned; I just never found time to date and never wanted to participate in meaningless sex.
Not that this with Conor wasn’t meaningless.
He didn’t even know who the hell I was. I think that gave the definition to meaningless.
The thought of sex always left me wet. Reading sex always left me uncomfortable with need. So finally last year, I decided to do something about it, and bought my first toy.
Which only spurred my desire for more.
When I started experimenting with penetrating toys, I started small, gradually getting to what was marketed as a normal sized penis.
Conor was not the same size. He was well-endowed in comparison.
I’d always questioned the thicker penises when watching porn, but now I knew they could be real and true.
He was thick from base to just before his head, where he narrowed slightly before the rim of the head of his penis flared out. He was red with a slightly purple hue, with thick veins running up and down his length.
I knew that him entering me was going to be tight and probably a little uncomfortable, but I wasn’t about to tell him I was a virgin.
I was on such a wonderful high, there was no fucking way I was allowing him to stop.
I lay there, my chest heaving as I came off of said high. His fingers were still buried deep inside of me but his mouth was no longer on me. Nor was his arm holding my hips down.
He was sitting back on his knees when he slowly, God, so fucking slowly, removed his fingers from my slick channel.
His curled fingers hit another nerve ending, causing me to squeeze down around him as I moaned. He chuckled and took his fingers from me. I watched in fascination as he put his fingers deep into his mouth, his bearded cheeks seeming to hollow as he sucked and pulled his fingers back out of his mouth.
Before I could tell him my thoughts on the action, his hand was fisting his cock and he grunted. “On your stomach.”
I had a moment of panic. Maybe now was actually a really good time to—
Before I could further contemplate it, his hands were at my hips and he flipped me over, pulling me up on my knees so my ass was in the air. I rearranged my arms so my hands were at my shoulders, leaving my cheek pressed to the cream pillow that matched the dark tan spread under my body. Behind me, I heard the tear of foil just before I felt Conor’s hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart.
I looked over my shoulder just as I felt the tip of his covered cock at my pussy.
Could he tell? Surely he wouldn’t be able to tell I hadn’t truly had sex, right? It would just be a little snug.
I risked looking up at his eyes, but his eyes were focused where his cock head rested. He removed one hand to position himself and I had to bite down on my lip at the excitement that this was happening.
I was nervous, sure, but I was more excited. Feeling the head of his cock right there…
