“What’s wrong with that?” he rumbles into my folds.
“I wanna cum with you inside me,” I manage. “It’s… it’s my first time.”
Conor stands up then, blinking at me for a moment, stunned.
“Please,” I moan. “Please don’t be angry. I really want it to be you.”
That’s all the encouragement he needed. Spreading my thighs apart with one hand, he holds his cock at the base and presses the head up against my opening, teasing me. Oh god, this man feels so good nudging my slit.
“Ready?” Conor can barely form the word through his excitement.
“Yes,” I whisper in anticipation. And in one strong, slow movement, he enters me in an explosion of pleasure and pain.
“Oh my god,” I moan, head lolling backwards as my eyes close. His cock is so hard and huge inside, and I don’t think he’ll fit all the way. But he pushes through the resistance of my virginity, its tightness clutching at his cock. I watch his eyes roll back in his head, and seeing how much he enjoys this turns me on even more. The pain begins to subside, giving way to pleasure.
“You okay?” he grunts.
“Yes, yes! Keep going!” I moan in delight. And with a groan, he slowly starts fucking me harder, making my giant tits bounce up and down with the movement, my nipples hard.
“God, Carrie. You’re so tight. I can’t believe it. I’m not gonna last long,” he groans.
Even though I’m drenched, my cunt is impossibly small around his cock, and he has to push and pull hard to even move. Gripping my meaty thighs, which I’ve always hated but which he seems to love, he goes faster, pushing his cock in and out of my slippery cunt until I’m teetering on the edge. Conor reaches forward and grips one of my bouncing tits, rubbing the nipple while making me cry out.
“I’m gonna to cum! Don’t stop!” I scream, and I feel his cock throb in response. Will he really make me cum during my very first time? Does that even happen? But as he pounds my pussy I feel it clench hard around his cock, answering that question for me.
“Cum for me,” he groans. And a pleasure such as I’ve never felt before rips through my twat, spreading through my whole body and making me cry out. My orgasm sets his off, and I feel his dick suddenly pulse inside me powerfully, so strong it’s almost painful in my tender cunt, while hot juices burst forth. Gripping my wide hips, he thrusts a few more times, emptying himself in my channel, his head now thrown back in ecstasy with those blue eyes closed.
“Conor,” I whisper. He opens his eyes and looks down at me, a slow grin spreading across his face. With a dirty sucking sound, he pulls out slowly and takes me by the hand, sitting me up and gathering my curvy form to his.
“How was that?” he breathes down into my upturned face. I don’t even know how to tell him how incredible it was. So instead, I go with the truth.
“I want more,” is my giggle. But then we both jump at a sudden knock at the door.
“This isn’t a motel!” comes a muffled female voice from outside the door. Oh shit, oh shit. It’s Roxy outside, and sure enough, the raps on the door become more insistent.
“That’s my friend,” I giggle. “I guess she’s done with her guy for now.”
Another hard knock.
“Carrie?” comes Roxy’s voice again. “Are you okay?”
Conor grins down at me as we both start dressing.
“Maybe next week then,” he winks at me before pulling me into a quick kiss, my curves dissolving against that hard male frame. “Are you gonna be back here next week?”
And unable to speak, I nod with promises emanating from my brown eyes. Because this was the best time ever, and I desperately want to see Conor again.
But on the drive home, my excitement soon mingles with shame and doubt. After all these years of waiting for the “right guy” and the “right setting” and I lose my virginity to a stranger at a sex club? Right here, in boring Riverbend? Who would have guessed?
Roxy is elated, of course, and wants to know every detail. I tell her, feeling myself become excited again as I recount how Conor pushed his huge cock inside me and fucked me until I came. The retelling leaves me excited again, pressing my thighs together in the passenger seat.
“Did it hurt? Was there any blood?” Roxy wants to know.
“A bit, yeah, but only a little, and only at the beginning,” I answer. And with a sinking feeling I realize I’d forgotten to check for blood. A new wave of disgust at my own actions washes over me. Plus, to make it worse, protection completely slipped my mind. Of course, I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen to keep my cycles regular. But fucking a guy at a small town sex club without protection could amount to issues other than pregnancy, such as STDs. I groan at my own stupidity.