[Part 4|FINAL] I [18F] was invited to a house that turned out to basically be a sex club… as a virgin Christian girl… and experienced a night of firsts that changed me forever!

“Ohhh,” Kristeena smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “I see, so you’re just okay when my mouth is on you, hm? Well in that case…”

She bared her teeth, letting out a mock growl that was just so silly. Before I could react, she dove down and bit me on the boob, her teeth sinking in just enough to make me yelp in surprise and pain.

“Ow! Kristeena-” I started, but the words turned into a fit of laughter as I looked down at her, her mouth still lightly clamped onto my breast, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

I loved the sound of all of us laughing together, the tension from earlier was completely forgotten. This was all just too ridiculous, too absurd and I loved it. <3

Somehow, despite the absurdity of it all, there was something sweet and sexy about these moments. It was a strange alchemy of emotions, a mix of laughter, pleasure, and a deep, unexpected connection.

Wholesome and hilarious all at once.

The fun was interrupted by Becca saying, “Aww, baby, what’s wrong?”

We all looked over to her. Tabitha had come in from the other room, and we could see she was crying and trembling, her body shaking violently as if she were possessed.

We were all quiet for a moment, the room filled with a tense, concerned energy. Tabitha dropped down to the floor with us and crawled over to Wyatt, sniffling and shaking. I could see the fear and vulnerability in her eyes.

Wyatt looked up, his expression was concerned and protective. I could tell he was already bracing himself for whatever was coming.

Becca, her touch as gentle as a feather, cupped Tabitha’s cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear. “Did you take too much?” she whispered softly, her voice filled with empathy.

Tabitha nodded, her mascara smeared, giving her an otherworldly, tragic beauty, like a fallen angel. Becca turned to Wyatt, seeking his approval, and reached down to unbutton his pants.

Wyatt shook his head gently but firmly. “No,” he said, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument.

Becca nodded in understanding and turned her attention back to Tabitha. “Come here, baby,” she said soothingly. “You can ride me instead.”

Tabitha’s body quivered as she inched towards Becca, her eyes locked onto Wyatt’s, maybe seeking solace or approval in his eyes. She shed her leggings and shirt, leaving her in just her bra and panties, her skin flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

She straddled Becca, her movements slow and deliberate, a dance of release and purification. There was no penetration, just a deep, sensual grinding of hips, a physical exorcism of her inner demons.

Tabitha was sweating out her pain, using the physical connection to purge her emotional turmoil. It was intense, visceral, and I was both aroused and deeply moved, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum watching her.

Meanwhile, Jeanluc and Kristeena picked up where they left off, her eager to get back on top. She straddled him, her wet pussy taking his cock. She slid down his shaft, impaling herself completely, and they both let out a low, satisfied moan. She began to ride him, her hips moving in a sensual, grinding motion as she took control. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and soft, sensual music, a symphony of pleasure that left me breathless.

Becca and Tabitha kissed deeply, their breaths coming in ragged, desperate gasps. Tabitha’s whimpers filled the air, growing louder with each passing moment, her cries of release mingling with the sweat that dripped from her body. Becca’s hands were firm and comforting, rubbing Tabitha through her panties, guiding her through this emotional and physical journey.

I could see the connection between them, a deep, almost spiritual bond that transcended the physical, and it left me in awe.

Jeanluc flipped Kristeena onto her belly, positioning her so that she was facing the audience. She eagerly raised her ass, presenting herself to him, and he obliged, slamming his hard cock into her pussy with a deep, forceful thrust. He leaned over her, pinning her hands to the ground, his body pressing down on hers as he began to fuck her with powerful, relentless strokes. She tried to crawl away, but he held her firmly in place, his weight keeping her hips grounded. She moaned loudly, a mix of pleasure and submission escaping her lips as she surrendered to his dominance. His body slamming into hers created a wet sound of skin on skin, their moans and grunts filling the air as he took her.

Others in the room, whom I had almost forgotten, were also caught up in the moment, their bodies entwined and moving in sync. Dante and his girlfriend were under a blanket on the bed, their movements subtle but their pleasure audible. I could see her arching her back, pushing against him, her moans a testament to their shared ecstasy. I wondered whose bed this was, whose house we were in, but the thoughts were fleeting.

I felt a pang of nervousness, unsure of what to do with myself. The room was a maelstrom of emotion and physical release, and I was adrift in it all. I considered pulling out my phone again to distract myself.

I glanced at Wyatt, and he was already watching me, his eyes piercing and knowing. He saw the turmoil within me, the storm raging in my chest. He rolled towards me, his body pressing against mine, his breath hot on my neck that tickled me and made me giggle

“I can see the light in your eyes flickering against the darkness in here… like a flame withstanding the wind. The more you stare into the darkness, the harder your flame seems to whip and fight against it,” he whispered, his voice a soothing tone, like a soft song.

“Don’t let it go out. It never comes back.”

He is so dreamy, I mean clearly high as hell, but that was really sweet

His words were a lifeline, pulling me from the depths of my emotion.

I turned to him, pressing my body against his, seeking solace in his embrace. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over onto his chest. Why was I crying? Why was Tabitha crying? All these emotions were tangled up in a mess. I just let myself feel, let the tears fall, and found comfort in Wyatt’s strong, steady presence.

Wyatt held me tightly, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath, a comforting rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. I looked up at him, tears still glistening in my eyes, and blurted out something I hadn’t intended to share: “My mom hurts me too.”

He didn’t respond with words, just pulled me tighter, his embrace a sanctuary from the storm of my emotions. In that moment, I felt safe, cherished, and understood. His silence was a comfort, an acknowledgment that words weren’t needed.

After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, about 20 minutes of heartfelt conversation and comfort between us, Tabitha and Becca nuzzled between us AGAIN, their presence a gentle interruption. Tabitha’s lips traced a path up Wyatt’s chest, her kisses slow and soft.

It was beautiful and intimate, and I found myself both aroused and a twinge of jealousy.

I pulled out my phone, the screen illuminating the darkness: 3 AM. The song playing was eerily fitting, its lyrics capturing the chaos and emotion of the moment.

“She’s on the floor, she’s on the floor, and now she’s pleading… Picture you with me…”

I laughed softly, the irony not lost on me.

Becca’s gentle touch on my shoulders pulled me from my thoughts, her invitation clear. “Come join,” she whispered, her voice a soft purr.

I hesitated, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. What was this going to lead to? I was still a virgin, never even given or received oral sex from a guy. Though now I guess I have now… with a girl. The thought of Becca’s soft tongue in my pussy made me cross my legs. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and insecurities.

I was so nervous; I’m pretty sure I was trembling. But Wyatt slid his hand under my head, his thumb caressing me, calming me down, grounded me. His green eyes, dark in the low light, were locked onto mine, intense and reassuring. “It’s okay,” he seemed to say with his eyes, his touch loving and warm.

Jealousy still flooded me as I watched Tabitha’s lips on his neck, but Wyatt’s presence, his touch, his eyes, they all anchored me, pulled me back from the brink of overwhelming emotion.

Wait, where’s Becca?

Then I saw her. Becca had moved and gotten underneath Tabitha. Tabitha was straddling Becca, her body glistening with sweat, tears still streaking her face.

She arched her back, a shaking wail escaping her lips as Becca worked her magic, hitting that sweet spot that made her tremble and moan. I could see the sheer pleasure written all over her face, her eyes closed tight, lost in the sensation. Becca was hitting that sweet spot, the same one that had made me see stars earlier.

Damn, this girl loves pussy. I thought, a smile playing on my lips

Her moans reminded me of the others in the room, who were also moaning and groaning with pleasure. Tabitha was certainly the loudest of all of them, and she didn’t even care.

Is this an orgy? I wondered briefly. No, not quite, we weren’t all together, but we were all connected, our pleasures intertwining in this shared space. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of my thoughts. Fuck, why am I thinking about that?

Kristeena had apparently drained Jeanluc of all his energy, I could see him now, passed out on his back, clearly dead.

I think Kristeena might actually just be a succubus.

Kristeena was entirely naked, crawling over to me like a seductive cat. She looked exhausted but still managed to move with that graceful, predatory slink.

She collapsed on my tummy, her head resting on me, her eyes fluttering closed. I petted her hair softly, a strange sense of protection and affection washing over me.

“Good kitty,” I murmured, and she giggled, shaking her head slightly before drifting off. I don’t even know why I said that, I’m so weird. lol

She is older than any of us laying here, far sexier too. Her hair was soft and black, and she had to be Spanish or something, with those exotic features and that fiery spirit.

I heard a weird noise and looked up to see Jeanluc passed out on the rug, hidden from the light under the table, mouth open, snoring loudly.

I think these people might be on lots of drugs. I still have no idea what these girls have been putting in my mouth all night. All I know is that I felt so turned on, so confused, and that today was the wildest day of my life.

Tabitha caught my attention again as she started to shake and tremble, her body shook and trembled as she rode out her orgasm, her wails muffled into Wyatt’s chest. He held her tightly, his hand in her hair, pulling her close as she screamed or maybe even cried into himt.

Woah. This happened in that story Tabitha showed me too, though when I read it, I imagined something much worse. This was sorta… beautiful. Even spiritual? What? Okay, now I know I’m high.

He kissed the top of her head as Becca came up for air, wiped her mouth, and smiled at me, looking so proud of herself. She nuzzled into Wyatt’s neck again like the little puppy she is, always seeking his comfort and affection.

He whispered something to her, something I couldn’t really hear, but it must have been something sweet because she giggled and snuggled in tighter.

Got to admit, I never feel jealous of Becca. She’s just too cute, like a little pixie or something, floating around.

But amidst all this beautiful, painful, lustful sadness, all I could think was that I wish I could have Wyatt to myself.

Tabitha got up after she got her breathing under control, and she headed into the other room again, only to come back a few minutes later.

She collapsed back on the floor with us, crawling around Wyatt over to me and Kristeena. Nerves hit me again as she put her face above mine, looking down on me, her dark hair falling from her shoulders and surrounding my face, blocking out the world. I could only see her face above me, her eyes filled with emotion and desire.

“Are you glad I invited you?” she whispered, her voice soft and gentle.

I smiled and gave her a nod, my heart swelling with gratitude and affection.

She had wiped her mascara off, and she was actually so beautiful right now, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She slowly leaned down and kissed me, her lips so soft and tender.

She kissed me for a long time, taking her time. She apologized to me before kissing me again, sweet and slow… God I hope I don’t get mono, because I’ve been kissed A LOT.

Suddenly, she sat up, her body jolting as she rotated her hips. Kristeena, who had been on my lap, was now under Tabitha, her long tongue sliding along Tabitha’s soaked panties. The sight was intense, Kristeena’s tongue flicking and tasting, teasing and tormenting. Tabitha’s body shook and trembled.

I saw scars on Tabitha’s thighs- tiny, orderly lines, a testament to her past pains. And I saw Kristeena, her long tongue sliding along Tabitha’s panties, which were white with little blue lines going horizontally up and down them.

It was as if Kristeena’s tongue was trying to rip through the fabric to get to her pussy, her tongue flicking and tasting, teasing and tormenting. Tabitha’s panties were absolutely soaked, and Kristeena was making her shake and tremble, her body convulsing with pleasure as Kristeena’s skilled tongue worked its magic.

Her pussy had to be so sensitive right now. Especially after Becca.. how can she keep going?

Kristeena eagerly moved Tabitha’s wet panties to the side and put her bare tongue to Tabitha’s now red and clearly extra-sensitive pussy. Tabitha squealed so cutely and giggled at herself, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her tits bounced hard with each sharp movement she made, a sight that was both erotic and adorable.

I forgot Wyatt’s hand was under my head as I felt him pull me away from watching them and into him instead. He kissed me, very passionately, and oh my God, it was amazing.

I opened my eyes and saw his eyes were closed, so I closed mine too and felt like I was in heaven. After the kiss, our spit still trailing between our lips, he looked into my eyes like I was the only person alive.

I looked over at Kristeena and saw she was already looking up at me from under Tabitha; so she does watch whenever Wyatt and I have an intimate moment… haha. I had an idea 😉

I got to my knees, went around, and laid my entire body on Wyatt, who didn’t seem to mind. He was much bigger than me, so I guess he didn’t care. Lol

But after making sure Kristeena had an unobstructed view of Wyatt and me, I looked at her and smiled wickedly.

I then stuck out my long tongue and slid it down into Wyatt’s sweet mouth, wrapping his tongue in mine. Wyatt pulled me in, accepting and loving, his hands running through my hair as he deepened the kiss. This kiss was much more loving then when Kristeena did this to him. I could hear Kristeena whimper sadly below us, her gaze fixed on our intimate moment.

Opening my eyes, I looked down at Kristeena. She was trapped under Tabitha, who held her head in place, grinding on her face, using her for her own pleasure.

Kristeena’s eyes were filled with a mix of submission and helplessness, begging for something- maybe asking for help, maybe asking me to stop. I knew she wasn’t going anywhere until Tabitha was done with her, so I didn’t care 🙂

And I made sure she was watching as I went back to making out with Wyatt. He was sucking on my tongue eagerly, and god, I felt like a queen the entire time. I felt his cock get hard through his denim, running down his left leg… so I wrapped my legs over his and pressed myself against it. I could feel it even through my shorts. I grinded slowly and pressed my pussy hard against his cock, and I could feel it growing and throbbing underneath me.

Mmm it was so thick, oh my god

I felt amazing. His breath was getting faster, and he raised his knee a little to help press it in…

You’ll likely laugh at me, but I made myself cum from grinding on his cock. I mean, it was so thick and long, even through the pants I just couldn’t help it. I’m so turned on by him just in general, but feeling him like this was something else. I shook and quivered against him, and he hugged me tighter and kissed me deeply as Becca slapped my ass hard.

“Ow!! Becca!!” I exclaimed, laughing despite the sting.

She giggled and laughed, Wyatt still holding me in place with his hug. I don’t know if he actually knew I couldn’t move, he was really strong. But I didn’t mind 😉

My ass really stung, though.

“Sorry, mommy!” Becca said after her laughing fit, rubbing my ass nicely where she had slapped it. “You just have a really nice ass, and I don’t like being left out, so I had to throw my hand in there somewhere!”

I playfully responded, “That’s it; you’re grounded,” and Wyatt burst out laughing, a deep, infectious sound that made my heart flutter. I laid my head back on his chest, blushing deeply, feeling content and cherished.

Becca, putting on a cute little mad face, folded her arms over her chest and pouted. “Daddy, tell mommy she can’t ground me,” she said, looking at Wyatt with those big, innocent eyes.

“Don’t talk back to your mother,” Wyatt replied, his voice firm but with a hint of amusement.

Becca sat back on her little booty, putting on a cute little mad face and folding her arms over her tits, clearly pouting.

God, she’s so cute. I couldn’t help but smile at her, my heart swelling with a mix of amusement and affection.

Tonight is too amazing.

I feel like tonight is my last night on Earth, every moment heightened and intense. How do you capture something so wild, so raw, without diluting its essence? I’ve been trying to find the words all night, but sometimes experiences just defy explanation.

I mean, I’ve spent most of the night on a floor, on sheets, snuggling with people I’ve just met. No judgment, just love going around the room like a wave. We’ve shared tears, fears, and an outpouring of emotion that’s both liberating and overwhelming. Sadness expressed and fears being sweated out of our bodies, or ridden out on faces, I guess. lol

I wonder what Tabitha took that made her have to sweat it out for the last couple of hours. I’m not gonna lie; I’m a little jealous and amazed at how much her pussy could take. Hell, mine is still too sensitive to touch after what Becca and I have been doing to it.

Another scream jolted me from my thoughts, a sharp, unexpected sound that made me roll off Wyatt to see what was happening. It was Tabitha again, squealing as she came hard on Kristeena’s face. Becca was already up, standing behind Tabitha, seemingly knowing this was about to happen.

She reached around and covered Tabitha’s mouth to shut her up because some people were sleeping. Tabitha squealed into her hands, even putting her own hands over her mouth along with Becca’s to help suppress her scream.

Then Tabitha fell forward onto me, and I caught her, her body still convulsing for another few seconds before she literally rolled over all of us to the other side of Wyatt.

She’s too ridiculous. lol

She put her arm around him and rested her head on his tummy, closing her eyes. I think she passed out right then and there, and honestly, I don’t blame her.

Becca came around to that side too and laid down behind Tabitha, spooning her but positioned a little above so she could nuzzle into Wyatt’s neck, her favorite spot. I was laying on Wyatt’s other arm, on my back, my fingers curled in the fabric of his hoodie like a child’s security blanket.

Whenever I moved my legs, I could feel how much I came earlier. I mean, it was soaking through my shorts. The sensation was a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction, a reminder of the intense pleasure I had experienced.

And Kristeena… ridiculous, dangerous Kristeena… Kristeena, sitting naked and vulnerable, caught my eye, looking so pitiful, like she was pouting.

Awww <3

She wiped Tabitha’s cum off her face and looked at me, her eyes were so sad. Not knowing what else to do, I opened my arm for her, and she slowly crawled up to me, looking so sad and cute, even submissive to me.

Her eyes were watery as she looked at me before laying down, choosing to lie between me and Wyatt, but facing me, like a jealous little girl. She was actually so adorable. I felt a little guilty but also powerful in that moment, like she was submitting to me briefly, like a little sister who knew her behavior was unacceptable, or like a girl in need of a mommy to hold her.

She was face to face with me, her body relaxing into mine, but she never opened her eyes the rest of the night. I’ve never been this close to her with her eyes closed. She doesn’t seem so intimidating now; she is absolutely beautiful.

I wasn’t nervous anymore. Something about this woman made sense to me, like spiritually? I don’t know; this is another one of those feelings I’m having trouble explaining, even as I’m writing this.

I put my arms around her, and I started stroking her hair. I didn’t know if it was right to do, but she snuggled in even closer to me once I did, very sweetly. She nuzzled herself into my neck, just like Becca does to Wyatt. I could feel her little breaths; they sort of tickled at first, but she adjusted to let me pet her a little more comfortably, shrinking down a little.

She is so sweet. It feels like aftercare, and it’s like, painful and loving all at once. So many feelings in one night that I just never thought existed, and I have no idea how to explain them.

I pulled the blanket over all five of us, creating a little sanctuary of warmth and security. The room was quiet now, the storm of emotion and pleasure having passed, leaving us in a state of blissful exhaustion.

I looked around the room, at all the faces of the people who had become so much more than strangers in just one night. And I knew, without a doubt, that this night would stay with me forever, a memory etched into my soul, a testament to the power of this connection and the beauty of our shared experiences.

My hand was resting on Kristeena’s head, petting her softly until her breaths deepened and she drifted off to sleep. I slowed my movements, letting my hand come to a rest on her hair, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest was so soothing.

I was so comfy.

I opened my eyes to gaze at Wyatt, his face tired but filled with a depth of emotion that made my heart ache. His eyes seemed to see right through me, understanding and caring for me in a way that felt familiar, like we had known each other for a lifetime. There was a sense of pride in his gaze, as if he was happy with the way I had handled everything, the way I had shown kindness and love to Kristeena.

His friends all admired him, but Becca especially held a special place in her heart for him. She nuzzled into him like a puppy, seeking his comfort and attention all night, her face lighting up every time he acknowledged her. It was clear that Wyatt was her protector, her rock, and she looked up to him with unwavering devotion.

Wyatt’s eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, it felt like we were having a silent conversation, an exchange of thoughts and emotions that needed no words. I felt a profound sense of peace and relaxation, as if the world had faded away and it was just the two of us, connected on a deeper level than I had ever experienced before.

I felt alive, loved, and seen. It was a feeling that defied description, a mix of comfort, safety, and something almost spiritual.

As I fell asleep, I heard the faint strains of a song, the lyrics echoing in my mind and making me smile:

“Here comes the sun,

You’re in my arms…”

It was a fitting end to a night that had been anything but ordinary, a night of raw emotion, intense pleasure, and profound connection.

And as I drifted off to sleep, cradled in the safety of everyone’s presence, I knew that this experience would stay with me forever, a cherished memory of a night when I felt truly alive.

Morning

I stirred awake, the room bathed in a soft, golden light that filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the aftermath of our wild night. Empty bottles, discarded clothes (I even saw a blue thong) and the lingering scent of sweat, perfume, and sex was still there.

The music was gone, the bass no longer throbbing, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.

I sat up, the blanket slipping from my shoulders, and looked around.

Everyone was gone.

The room felt hollow, the energy that had pulsed through it just hours before now a distant memory.

“Hello?” I called out, my voice hoarse from the night’s activities. No answer. Just the echo of my words bouncing off the empty walls in this room and the next.

I was alone

I felt so different, marked by all the events of the night.

I stood up, the cool air hitting my skin, looking at the chaos around me. With the sun pouring in through the curtains, I could see the room a lot better.

I could still feel their touches, their kisses, their bodies pressed against mine. Wyatt’s strong arms around me, Becca’s soft lips on my skin, Tabitha’s desperate grip, Kristeena’s dominating and then submissive presence. It was all still there, etched into my memory, branded onto my soul.

I walked over to the floor where we slept, the sheets rumpled, and picked up Wyatt’s hoodie. It was warm and smelled of him- I loved his scent, so primal and male. I brought it to my face, inhaling deeply, and a rush of emotions hit me.

Last night had been a rollercoaster, and Wyatt had been the steady hand that kept me grounded.

Hah, we grounded Becca, I giggled to myself at the thought.

I thought about Wyatt, the scars on his body, the pain he must have endured. It made the pleasure we shared even more meaningful.

I took my top off and put his hoodie over me; it felt so good.

God, why are my nipples so sensitive?

I walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain to let the sunlight in. The deck outside was empty, the blankets and sheets that had been there last night now neatly folded and stacked in a corner.

The sunlight filtering through the curtains looked so heavenly out there, the house sat up on a hill and I could see part of our little town from the window.

I walked back to our spot and laid down on the cool sheets again. The blanket smelled like all of us. I put my head under the blankets, completely immersing myself in the smell. I put the sleeve of his hoodie to my nose too; his scent made me shiver.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

I took my shorts off and my panties, spreading my legs. My hands roamed over my body, remembering the touches of others. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. My breaths came in short gasps as I teased myself, my fingers dancing over my skin, tracing the paths that others had taken.

I slipped a finger inside, then another, imagining it was Wyatt filling me, his strong body on top of mine, his green eyes locked onto me. I moved my fingers in and out, my thumb circling my clit, building the pressure, the pleasure, the need.

I moaned, the sound echoing in the empty room.

I was about to cum…so hard, but then I felt the blanket lift up from my feet, and someone crawled in there with me.

omg no

I thought I was going to have a heart attack as I looked down between my legs and could see his green eyes, his dark hair as he put his lips to my wet pussy. I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. He tossed the blanket off of us, revealing my naked body to the world.

The sun landed on me and him, his eyes were so green in the sunlight as he licked me, long, slow licks up and down my pussy.

“You taste so good Molly,” he whispered.

My face turned bright red as he returned his lips to my most sensitive spots, licking and sliding his thick finger into me, curling it as his tongue swirled around my clit.

My head arched back, and my body writhed. He placed his strong arms around my legs so I couldn’t buck him off, and feasted on my pussy like he was starving, like an animal. I came so fucking hard, his tongue never stopping, knowing what spots were too sensitive and what kept me going.

He slowly crawled up to me, kissing up my belly, pulling up his hoodie off my body as he slid it up and over my head. My bare tits were on full display as he kissed and licked them, even sucking my nipple.

Ahhh, I’ve never felt that before. Wow, they were so sensitive, but he felt so good. I ran my fingers through his hair as he sucked on them and caressed them. Then he began kissing up my chest, my neck, and finally to my lips, mmm, I still remember how good he tasted.

Then I felt something graze my pussy. My eyes went wide as I felt his bare cock laying on me, right on it, throbbing, pulsing, heavy.

“We don’t have to do this Molly,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.

I… I didn’t know what to do. My body wanted him so badly, but… I’m still a virgin. Oh god, his cock was throbbing on my soaking wet pussy.

I didn’t say anything; I just reached up and kissed him. Our tongues slid around each other as my body spoke on its own. My pussy grinded upwards towards his cock, feeling its veins and how thick it was against me. I grinded on it as we kissed passionately. He slid it up and down my pussy.

God, it’s so big.

Then his tip was at my entrance. My eyes went wide as I buried my face in his chest, so nervous as he pressed, and pressed the tip slowly sliding into me, stretching me.

I put my hand on his chest to make him slow down, and he did. He kissed my neck as I grinded, working his tip in and out of me. My pussy had never had anything in it except for my fingers… and I guess Becca’s tongue.

It hurt, but it felt so good as he broke my seal, and slowly, inch by agonizing, delicious inch, he pressed into me.

He paused when he was halfway in, sensing that I was overwhelmed, and then began to fuck me with a deliberate, teasing slowness.

Even half of his cock was more than enough to make me feel completely filled. His tongue explored my mouth, and I sucked on it eagerly, my hands roaming his body as he gripped and caressed my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples.

He started to pump my pussy with his thick, hard cock, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I was so turned on, so incredibly aroused. The man I loved was finally fucking me, and it felt better than I ever imagined. I never thought I would be doing this, but now that I was, I didn’t want it to end.

I felt so fucking sexy, so desired and wanted. My body responded to his touch, to his movements, and I could feel myself about to cum.

He continued to thrust into me, his pace increasing as he sensed my impending release. I came hard on his cock, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me.

He kept going, pushing me over the edge deeper and deeper until I was absolutely trembling, shaking so hard that he had to stop for a moment to let me catch my breath.

I looked up at him, my eyes wide with surprise and pleasure, a smile spreading across my face as I blushed, feeling completely satisfied and so deliciously fucked

“Stop looking at me; I can’t stand it,” I said, my voice a breathless laugh.

“I love you,” I blurted out.

Oh no. Why did I say that? That’s like the one thing you don’t ever—

“I love you too, Molly,” he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

My heart melted, and he looked at me like I was his favorite thing in the world. His eyes were so green in the sun. I could see the light in his eyes.

I kissed him again, my tongue sliding along his soft lips before putting it back in his mouth. God, I love his taste. This is the greatest day of my life.

“Are you ready?” He said seductively, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

I looked up at him, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Ummm, for what?” I said, my voice shaking slightly.

He grabbed my left leg and threw it over my right, flipping me over. His strong hands grabbed my bare ass as he lifted it up. “Molly, you have an amazing ass. I hope you know that,” he said, his voice a low growl.

“Stooooop,” I giggled, trying to hide my awkward embarrassment.

He slapped my ass.

“Ow!!” I whimpered, the sting sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

“Mmmhm,” he said, rubbing it gently, his touch soothing the slight pain.

I felt him put himself right behind me, his cock right under my pussy. I could feel its heat, how it throbbed. He slid it along my pussy again, coating his cock in my juices. I felt so embarrassed, I’m on my hands and knees like a bitch in heat about to get fucked again.

He slid his tip inside me again, making me gasp. God, was it getting bigger? It felt amazing but still hurt. He fucked me slowly, feeling me pull away. It’s so thick and long. Owwwmmmm, it feels so good. He smacked my ass again, my pussy clenching around his cock.

“Mmmm”, I moaned, the sound raw and primal.

He reached underneath me and grabbed my right arm, putting it behind me, then he grabbed my left, pulling both of them back. This made my face lift off the pillow, his unprotected cock sliding into me, deeper and deeper into my unprotected pussy as he fucked me deeply.

I squealed so loud as I felt him slide all the way inside me for the first time. I didn’t think my pussy could take it, but he began fucking me like I was his property, first slowly and then harder and harder. I could feel his balls hitting my clit now that his entire cock was inside me. I was moaning like a whore as he fucked me, pounding into my little pussy, stretching it to its limit.

My orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me, drowning me in pleasure. He kept going, my body shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I came over and over and over again.

I thought I was going to pass out.

Wyatt pulled out, and I could tell he was about to cum too. I turned around, not really knowing what to do. I awkwardly leaned in and took his thick cock in my mouth, making me open my mouth wide as I felt him slide in.

He came… a lot. It filled my mouth so much, so fast that I couldn’t take it all. I pulled his cock out of my mouth as he kept cumming, covering my face and my bare tits in his cum. God, there was so much of it!!

My mouth was still full as I swallowed it down; it tasted salty but actually not too bas! lol

I was absolutely covered in his cum. I thought about wiping it off, but I had a better idea. An idea that I saw outside last night after that one couple was done.

I grabbed his hoodie and put it on over me. I wanted to feel his cum on me until I got home and showered.

He laughed, eyes crinkling. “So you’re just stealing my hoodie now, huh?”

“C-can I? Please?” I looked up at him with the biggest smile, feeling way too happy for someone wearing yesterday’s makeup and no pants.

He grinned. “Well, I’m definitely not wearing it now,” he said with a wink, turning to grab a t-shirt from the dresser

“Come on,” he said, glancing back at me with that crooked smile. “Let’s go get breakfast.”