The Virgin's Story

(MF cons)

by Chrysoberyl Rosewood

November 2001



Note from Chrys:

Someone offered to pay me for my stories, but I couldn't waste the time if they were 
going to pay me a paltry $10 per story. And they wanted 5 in a timely manner? I'm sorry, 
I have a life. That would be less than minimum wage. I have classes and school ... 

Anyway, so I asked for more money in return for my stories, and, true to the incredibly 
upstanding reputation of the Porn Community, she never wrote me back. Who thinks 
that's tacky? Yeah, I do, too. (Should I post the name of the site to which she belonged 
to?) 

Anyway, I wrote this shortly after the other one, but was going to wait and see if she 
wanted to buy it before I posted it. Then I got busy and never got around to posting it, so 
here it is, a month after it was written. 

It's probably a story that happens commonly because it takes its inspiration from a heard-
it-through-the-grapevine story one of my pseudo-friends told me. (He's a pseudo-friend 
because right after he told the story, he told me how cool it would have been if it were 
him instead of his friend.  Yeah, I thought that was really tacky of him, too.  He said stuff 
like that all the time.  *rolls eyes*)

So, ok, maybe it wasn't TOO tacky, because I wrote my own version of it.  Enjoy.

<3,Chrys




 Hearing all those stories from Beth about the fun she has in college had made me a little 
apprehensive.  I was really looking forward to joining her at her state university and 
spending most of the weekends at drunken orgies, but there was one problem with that-I 
was a virgin.

 It didn't really bother ME that I was a virgin, but Beth said that guys won't go all the way 
if they think it's your first time and you're drunk.  ESPECIALLY if you're drunk.  They 
don't want rape charges brought against them or something like that.

 So what was I going to do? I asked her.  She decided that we needed a plan of attack.

 "It's not going to be that hard," she said.  "I mean, look at all the guys I had sex with in 
high school.  Any one of them would be delighted to pop your cherry."

 I blushed.  "Don't say it like that," I admonished her.  "It's ... vulgar."  But I had to admit 
that I liked talking about it like that.  It just didn't go with my good girl image.

 It's not that I'm a prude, it's just that I tend to be choosy in my relationships.  I don't 
know why I hadn't had sex yet--I guess I hadn't found the right guy.  I always figured I'd 
have sex before I graduated high school, but that deadline had passed.  And with only a 
couple weeks to go until college started, I needed to get a move on it if I didn't want to 
start the new school year a virgin.

 "I'd suggest just telling one of our guy friends that you're looking to be fucked for the 
first time, and he'll probably have a boner from then until you guys actually do the deed," 
she said.

 "Yes, but which one?" I asked.

 "Who do you like the best?" she inquired.

 "Well, I've got a lot of guy friends, but none of them that I would want to have a 
relationship with."

 She rolled her eyes.  "We're not looking for a relationship here, Raven.  We're looking 
for SEX.  You don't WANT to have sex for the first time with a guy you're having a 
relationship with.  It just doesn't go well.  You have to know how to please a man before 
you get into a serious relationship.  Guys take sex so seriously.  It's a big deal to them."

 "Well, how do I pick, then?" I asked.

 "All right, here's the deal:  I personally like a guy with a big dick.  And if you have sex 
with well-endowed guy for your first time, it's going to hurt anyway, so you might as 
well make it hurt real good,"  she said.

 That didn't really make much sense, but I nodded.

 "The guy with the biggest penis of our friends is John, but he's not a very good lover," 
she said, thoughtfully.  "Ah!  I've got it!  Devon's ... oh, he's so big.  Yes, and he knows 
exactly what he's doing.  Mmmm.  You know, if you don't have sex with him, I might 
just decide to do it again."

 "All right.  Devon it is."

 *****

 I approached him the next day while most of our friends were playing sand volleyball at 
the beach.  He was complaining about being bored of it and asked if anyone wanted to 
throw a frisbee.  I agreed, and we walked off towards the water a little ways.

 "Hey, before we do this, can I ask you to do something for me, Devon?" my heart was 
pounding in my throat, and I could feel Beth's eyes on the back of my head.

 "Sure, what is it?" he squinted against the sun as he looked at me.

 "OK, well, let's go this way a little bit."  We walked away from where two little kids 
were dumping water in the moat of their sandcastle and I lowered my voice.  I took a 
deep breath.  "If you don't want to do this for me, it's OK.  In fact, don't answer right 
away."  I stopped for a moment.  He looked at me in confusion.  Then I just blurted it out.  
"Devon, I'm a virgin, and I don't want to be when I leave for college.  Would you do me a 
favor and ..."

 "... have sex with you?" he finished as I choked on my words.

 I suddenly became very fascinated with drawing lines in the sand with my toes.  "Yes."

 "Raven, I will answer you right now--yes, I'll do it."

 When I looked up, he was grinning.  I blushed.  "OK, um, thank you."

 *****

 When I woke up two days later, I stared at myself in the mirror.  "This is what you look 
like as a virgin," I told myself.  "What will you look like tonight as a girl who's just had 
sex?"

 The truth of it was that I was completely petrified.  I had no idea what I was doing.  Beth 
had talked about "orgasms" and I knew from sex ed what all of the organs looked like, 
but I had just never done it before.  I had no idea what to expect.

 As I wondered more and more what an actual male penis would look like up close, I 
started realizing I'd never really looked at myself before.  So I made sure the bathroom 
door was locked, got out a mirror, pulled my pants down, and sat down on the floor.  I 
spread my legs out and propped up a mirror on the floor until I could clearly see what 
was between them.

 I peered down at the mirror into the folds of pink flesh that were before me.  I tentatively 
brushed my hand across them, thinking about how I only did that when I wiped from 
going to the bathroom and felt a little embarrassed.  I'd never touched myself there before 
if I didn't have to--it just didn't seem right.  I got a little bolder and pulled some of the 
folds apart, but I couldn't distinguish what I was seeing.  Everything looked so strange 
and foreign, it was a wonder it even belonged to me.

 I stood up abruptly and put the mirror away.  I didn't want to keep Devon waiting on his 
father's boat.

 *****

 Devon's father owned a chain of jet ski rental places all up and down the coast, so he was 
fairly well off.  We'd all partied on his boat before, but it was less of a boat and more of a 
yacht.  I'd been in the bedroom once, and it was fantastic.  Much better than my parents' 
boat.  You could stand completely upright in the bedroom.  In fact, the ceiling was just as 
high as the one in my living room.  The bed was covered in a white fluffy down 
comforter with white pillows and mirrors at the head of the bed.

 When I showed up at the dock, Devon was just stepping off the boat to go grab 
something to drink.  "Do you want anything?" he asked me.  "I'm going to get a Dr. 
Pepper."

 "No," I answered, smiling shyly.

 "Then go ahead and go on up to the top.  I'll be up there in a minute."

 I jumped onto the boat and headed up to the top.  I sat behind the wheel in the chair and 
looked out at the great, wide ocean.  In just a little while, I'd be out there somewhere, 
losing my virginity.  I imagined doing it up here, with the boat speeding along, the wind 
in my hair--but then I stopped and blushed again.

 Devon came back and I climbed down to help him untie the boat from the dock.  We 
headed up top again and set out into the ocean.

 We didn't say anything, but he had a sort of smirk on his face that was starting to make 
me nervous.  At one point I asked, "What are you thinking, Devon?" but he only grunted 
and said, "Wind is 10 knots out of the southwest."

 After ten minutes of boating straight out from the coast, Devon shut down the motor and 
dropped anchor.  He turned to look at me, and said, "Ready?"

 I nodded gently and followed his silhouette down and into the bedroom below.

 He gently shut and latched the door, and I pulled the shades down.  There was practically 
no chance of anyone even coming near us out here, let alone seeing us, but I just couldn't 
leave the windows open.

 I turned to him.

 We stood for a moment, just looking at each other, and my eyes dropped to his pants.  I 
said, "Look, I know this is probably weird for you, but I really want you to ... I don't 
know ... TEACH me how to do this.  I've never seen a naked man before, and I really 
want to know how ... it all ... works."  I was blushing a deep crimson again.

 "Raven, I understand," he said.  "I'm not going to make you do anything you're not ready 
for.  I'm here because YOU asked ME.  Can I just ask, though, how you got through 18 years of 
life without having sex?"

 I thought for a moment.  "I don't know.  I just wasn't interested in it.  Beth tells me about 
all her sexual exploits and I don't understand it."

 "What do you mean, you don't understand it?" he asked.

 "Well, she talks about 'coming' and how nice it is to have a 'big, throbbing cock' inside 
her, but I don't understand how it would be nice or what she means when she says she 
'comes.'"

 He looked at my skeptically.  "You've never had an orgasm before?"

 "Well, no.  I'm a virgin."

 "Raven, you've never masturbated before?"

 I blushed.  "No.  My mom caught me looking at myself in the mirror when I was little 
and she said that good girls do not touch themselves more than they have to."

 Devon looked at the ground and said, "Oooo."  He seemed deep in thought.

 "If you don't want to--"

 "Raven, I think that now more than ever do I want to.  Eighteen years of completely 
asexual behavior ... I don't think I could do it," he said.  "OK, let's--" he stopped, seeming 
torn.  I was confused-he seemed nervous, too.  Why would he possibly be nervous?  He 
knew what he was doing.

 "OK, wait," I said.  "I know what I want to do first.  I want to see ... you."  I sat down on 
the edge of the bed.

 "Me?" he said.  "Oh, um, ok."  He seemed hesitant, nothing like the self-confident love 
god that Beth claimed him to be.

 I watched as he unzipped his pants and slid them down.  He kicked them to the side and 
pulled his shirt over his head.  He looked at me as if hesitating, but then hooked his 
fingers in his boxer shorts and pulled them down.

 I leaned forward and stared at his penis, larger than I'd expected and standing straight out 
from his body.  "Come here," I said and he came closer.

 I looked it over, staring at the top and moving to the side.  I studied his head, which was 
a darker color than the shaft, then moved so I was looking underneath.  I stared at his 
balls hanging there, then moved my eyes back to his shaft and sat up.  I licked my lips 
and said, "And you're hard now?"

 He snorted.  "Yes, I'm hard now."

 "Well, I'm sorry," I felt a little bit embarrassed.  "I didn't know."

 "No, it's OK."  He stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.  "Uh--"

 "Can I touch it?" I asked, looking up at him.

 He let out a sigh.  "Yes.  You can."

 I put my hand out tentatively and placed two fingers on the head.  Then I got a little 
bolder and wrapped my whole hand around, so my fingers were encircling the shaft.  He 
moved a little bit towards me then, almost involuntarily, and I moved my hand up and 
down, stroking it once.

 "OK, you gotta do it harder than that," he said.  "That just isn't ... Just, harder."

 I squeezed my hand a little tighter and did the same thing, and he said, "Harder."  I tried 
again, and still, "Raven, HARDER."

 I let go abruptly.

 "Fu--Raven, what's wrong?"

 "I don't want to hurt you," I said.

 "Look, you're not going to hurt me.  Look, watch this."  He gripped his dick in his right 
hand and began jerking himself off.  I watched wide eyed as his hand moved up and 
down his shaft, squeezing the end and pulling back to his body.  He stopped.  "See?"

 "Yes," I tried again, mimicking his movements.  He let out a moan and I got nervous and 
let up on the rhythm.  I looked up at him, my hand still wrapped tightly around his shaft.  
He looked down at me.  "Can I ..."  I couldn't finish my sentence.  I licked my lips and 
looked back at it, at its thickness in my hand.

 "Yes," he said.  "Like an ice cream cone.  Don't use your teeth at all."

 I opened my mouth and began tonguing his cock.  It was salty with an almost sweet 
undercurrent.   "This is what Devon tastes like," I thought to myself.  I stopped and 
asked, "Now what?"

 "Now, lick around the head, hard licks," he said breathily.

 I followed his instructions, swirling my tongue around his tip.

 "Now down the shaft."

 I moved my hand and licked all the way down to his body and back up again.

 "Take it into your mouth," he said, moaning.

 I opened up, careful of my teeth and let it slip between my lips.  I still licked it with my 
tongue, but let it travel further and further back into my mouth.  It was halfway into my 
mouth when I couldn't get it any further, and I pulled it back out again, continuing to lick 
the head.

 Suddenly he said, "Raven, I'm going to--" and jerked it out of my mouth and stepped 
back and turned away.  He grabbed hold of his dick and jerked on it harder than he was 
before.  I looked him in the eye and he was staring at me with a wild look in his eyes, and 
my eyes jumped back to what was in his hand.  As I watched, great gobs of come shot 
from his cock and hit the wall right beside the window.  The milky white fluid shot out 
again, and once more, but a bit was still stuck to his cock when he let out a long breath 
and let go.

 His dick hung there limply, but I couldn't resist the urge to get down on my knees in 
front of him and taste the jizz hanging off of it.  I licked it quickly up and swallowed it, 
tasting it all the way down my throat.

 Suddenly embarrassed, I moved quickly back to the bed and sat down.  As I did so, I 
noticed a funny feeling between my legs, and my heart pounded faster.

 Devon sat down on the bed beside me and turned my face to him.  "What are you 
thinking, Raven?" he asked, almost impassively.

 I stared at him.  "I don't know.  That was ... different than anything I've ever seen before."

 "Are you ok?" he asked.

 "Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I answered.  I wasn't sure what was wrong.

 "Well, you've seen me.  Are you ready to see you?"

 I nodded.

 He started helping me pull off my clothes.  My shirt came over my head, then he stood 
me up and pulled down my pants.  He stood up and quickly unhooked my bra and 
dropped it to the floor.

 I was topless.

 Devon put his hand around my left breast and said, "These are so beautiful."  He 
squeezed my nipple with one finger and I just stood there, fascinated, as it grew rigid 
beneath his fingers.

 "I'm going to take off your panties now.  Are you ready for that?" he asked.

 "Yes, I--"

 And then they were down.

 Beth had sneaked into her brother's room a couple years ago and pulled out some of his 
dirty magazines.  We had spent time looking at the pictures of naked women, laughing at 
how fake their breasts looked and commenting on their pubic hair.

 "Look at her!" Beth said.  "She's bald!"

 "Are most girls bald like that?" I asked, a little self-conscious.  I definitely wasn't.

 "No, the girls in the magazine shave it all off.  I don't know, the guys think it's great.  
Personally, I like her," she said, pointing to a girl who had all her pubic hair, but closely 
cropped to her skin.  "That's what I look like?  Do you want to see?" I declined, but 
turned back to the picture.

 The next day, I took a pair of scissors to my own genital region and ever since then kept 
it up.  I felt guilty every time, but that was the only time I ever touched myself down there 
when I didn't have to.

 Devon stared at my mound of hair too short to be curly, then asked, "May I run my 
fingers through it?"

 I nodded, biting my lip, and felt his hands stroking me gently, then pulling away.

 "We're going to look at you now," he said.  "Orgasm is not something that only happens 
during sex.  In fact, sometimes women don't always want to have orgasms during sex.  
But you need to know how to make yourself come if you're going to teach your partner 
how to make you come."

 "But how am I supposed to know how to make myself ..." I couldn't say the word.  It 
sounded wrong. "... if I've never done it before?  I don't know what it feels like.  I don't 
think I'll know what it feel like."

 He laughed.  "I think you'll know what it is when you experience.  It's unmistakable."

 He stepped away from me and gathered pillows on the bed.  "Here, lay here, facing the 
mirror on the wall."

 I sat down, primly putting my knees together and folding my hands over my chest.

 Devon started laughing heartily.  "Raven, honestly, you can't be doing that now.  Look, 
sex is nothing to be ashamed of.  But if you don't want to do this, I can't help you."

 I said, "No, no, I do want to do this, I just ..."

 "OK, here," he said down next to me.  "Get comfortable."  He arranged me on the 
pillows and then gently pulled my knees apart.  "Look here," he said, pointing to the 
mirror.  "Look at yourself."

 I looked.  It was the same image that I saw in the mirror in my bathroom this morning.  
Folds of pink skin all jumbled up.  I couldn't make sense of it and hoped he could.

 "I'm going to touch you now," he said, and I nodded.

 Devon took a finger and traced lightly up my thigh and I shivered involuntarily, 
suddenly.  Then he traced it along one of the folds and said, "These are your outer lips."  I 
stared at them, and he pulled them apart.  He began tracing along the inside of them, but 
stopped and pulled a finger away.  It was glistening.  "Look, you're wet," he said.

 "I am?" I asked.

 Devon smiled and said, "I think you liked my little show."

 I blushed and said, "Well, yes."

 He put his hand back down there and said, "Look, here are your inner lips."  He 
massaged them gently between his index and middle fingers.  Things began feeling funny 
down there again, in the same way I felt when I sat on the bed after watching him have 
his orgasm.

 "Look, I'm going to pull your lips apart now and show you," he said.  He did just that, 
pulling my lips apart with the index and middle finger on both hands.  I felt naked and 
exposed, but something caught my eye.

 "What's that?" I asked.

 Devon pulled the folds back even further and said, "Look, that's your clitoris."  It was 
nestled at the top of my lips and I stared at the little pink nub in the mirror for a couple 
minutes before asking, "What does it do?"

 "Well," he said, "I'm going to touch it.  Just relax."  Holding the top part of my lips open 
with his index and thumb a little awkwardly so I could still see, he ran his finger from the 
other hand right over my clit.

 "Oh!" I exclaimed and jerked, causing him to lose his grip.  He pulled his hands back.

 "Yeah," he said.  "Pretty neat, isn't it?" and laughed.

 "Well, maybe," I said, a little confused.  I wasn't sure what that was.  "Was that an 
orgasm?"

 Devon laughed heartily.  "Oh, no, Raven, it's so much better than that.  I cannot believe 
you've never--"  He laughed again.

 "Where's my vagina?" I asked.  "Beth calls it a cunt sometimes."  After I said it, I felt a 
little silly, like the naïve little girl I am.

 "Here," he put his hand down there again, then pulled my lips wider apart than they were 
before.  "You can't really see it because there's nothing really to see.  It goes all the way 
into your body."  It was just a pucker of flesh and pink, all leading into my ... cunt?  He 
stroked his finger over it, and a different feeling flooded me and I jumped again.  Not as 
much this time, because he didn't lose his grip and he did it one more time.

 "Most women need to have their clitoris stroked before they have an orgasm.  So that's 
what I'm going to do right now," he said.

 Devon reached down one more and pulled my lips apart to reveal my clit again.  "I want 
you to try not to jerk away.  Just feel my finger rubbing you.  I'm going to start on the 
edge."

 He placed his index finger right next to the little nub and I watched, fascinated, as he 
began to stroke it gently up and down.  I began to feel tingling sensations all over my 
body as I got goosebumps.  As he moved closer to my clit, pleasant feelings shivered 
through my lower body and I moaned.  He wasn't even touching it yet.

 And then he was, gently circling just the edge with his finger, going around it.  I stared at 
the little fold of flesh, pink and hard beneath his touch and began to enjoy the caresses.  
He moved his finger over the top of it and I was flooded with sensations inside and 
outside my body.

 Devon pulled his finger away and said, "I want you to try it now."

 I looked at him horrified, but he raised his eyebrows.  "There's nothing wrong with it.  
You just watched me do it, right?"

 I nodded and looked back to where I was spread out in front of the mirror.  I hesitantly 
put two fingers to the side of my clit and began rubbing.  It felt the same as when Devon 
did it, but I noticed that I could moved my hand around just to where it felt best.  Soon I 
was stroking myself, my fingers running back and forth over the little nub and around to 
the left side, which made me a little more tingly.

 I was enjoying that, but then something was happening.  I felt like someone had turned a 
blender on in my body and my clit felt like it was starting to twitch, although my fingers 
felt nothing.  I jerked my hand back, horrified at the sensations.

 "What happened?" Devon asked.

 "I--I don't know.  Something weird is going on.  But not anymore.  I don't like it."

 "Relax," he said.  "You were about to come.  For the first time."

 "No, no, I don't want to," I said.  "It feels weird.  I don't like it."  I stared at myself in the 
mirror.  My cheeks were flushed and my legs were spread out.  I stared down at my sex, 
and started to close my eyes when Devon jerked my knees apart again.

 "Relax, Raven," he said, and placed his fingers on my clit and started rubbing like he 
was before.

 "No, Devon, no, I don't want to," I tried to squirm, but he put his hand on my stomach 
and pinned me there.  All I could do was watch in horror as his fingers moved over my 
body and felt the blender-feeling in my pelvis again.

 The feeling got more intense and tears started to roll down my cheeks.  I so desperately 
wanted to get away, didn't want to feel this, didn't want to experience this strange, 
involuntary spasming of my lower body.

 Suddenly, it felt like Devon's finger had extended in a white hot flash deep into my body.  
I shivered as it began to spread out and I clenched my eyes shut against it.  That only 
made the feelings more intense, as I felt a supernatural hand squeezing and clenching the 
entire area between my legs.  I could hear my wails but couldn't do anything about them.  
I wondered what would happen if I did relax like Devon had asked, so I let my body go 
limp and the feeling only intensified.  I could still feel Devon's finger stroking my clit but 
it was secondary to the flashes of light than seemed to be rippling through my body.  I 
shook involuntarily and then pressed my hips against his hand against my will.  The 
feelings echoed down my legs and I writhed, pressing my feet against the wall and 
flinging my head back against the pillows as the feeling continued.

 I could feel it dying away into rhythmic pulses in what was probably my vagina, and I 
finally relaxed fully and slumped into the pillows.

 Devon took his hand back.

 When I opened my eyes, he was licking his fingers and I felt myself turning a deep shade 
of crimson.  "I'm so sorry," I said, wiping the tears that were beginning to roll down my 
face again.
 
Devon grabbed my wrists roughly and looked me right in the eyes.  "Raven.  Do not be 
sorry.  That was the most fucking beautiful--I'm sorry, most beautiful thing I have 
experienced.  I love to see women orgasm and the fact that it was your first one makes it 
all the more intense for me."

 "Really?" I asked, almost not wanting to believe it.

 "Really.  And if you don't believe me, believe," he gestured to his lower waist.

 His penis was as rigid as it was before, but this time, the tip was turning a deep purple 
color.  "What does that mean?" I asked.

 "It means I liked it," he sighed.

 He laid down on the bed next to me and gently wiped my tears away.  We sat with our 
own thoughts for a few minutes and I enjoyed a rhythmic thumping in my lower body.  
As it died away, I said, "What now?"

 He took a second to answer.  "Well," he started, "you're still a virgin."

 "Oh, yeah," I said.  Then, "well, that's the whole point of this little rendezvous.  Maybe 
we should get that taken care of."

 "Maybe we should."

 He sat up on the bed and had me do the same.  He spread some pillows out at the head of 
the bed and then some out at waist level and gently moved me so that my hips were 
propped up a little ways.  He pushed me back on the other pillows.

 "Raven, I don't know what it feels like for a girl to have sex for the first time, but girls 
have told me that it hurts.  If it hurts, I will stop and pull back out."

 "No, Devon." I said.  "Don't pull out, because we've got to do this.  Just ... keep it in 
there."

 "I will go slow."

 "Go ...  Go very slow," I said, and took a deep breath.  I spread my legs.

 He leaned over me and positioned his cock right outside my entrance.  "Are you ready?" 
he asked gently.

 "Yes.  SLOWLY," I said, a little frightened.  I held onto his left arm, the one that was 
balancing him above me.

 I stared at him.  I could feel his dick pressing against my body and wondered how it 
would ever get inside.  It didn't seem like he was pushing it into an entrance and he was 
just going to slide along my leg.  But then I felt it--it was a stabbing, searing pleasure.  He 
stopped pushing.

 "Raven, are you OK?"

 "Yes, yes," I gasped.  "That feels so ... just push gently and then stop again."

 He did and I gritted my teeth against it.  It was the most intense thing I'd ever felt, such 
an intense pain but the most pleasureful pain I'd ever felt.

 "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" he asked.

 "No, go, more, oh, please, more ..."

 He pressed deeper into me and suddenly it felt like something snapped and the pain-
pleasure broke and spread into a warmth and he was inside of me.  "I'm going to keep 
going, OK?" Devon asked.

 "Yes," I said, and he slid ever so slowly inside of me until he was as deep as he could go.

 He sat back a little and said, "Well, I'm in."

 I looked down to where our bodies were connected.  His dick had disappeared inside my 
body.  That throbbing, huge thing was inside of me.  I squirmed a little bit and could feel 
his fullness pressing out against me.  I gently traced a small spot on my lower stomach 
and said, "Your head is right here," almost inaudibly.

 "I'm going to slide partly out now,"  he said.  "Just feel it, OK?"

 He leaned back over me and did just that, inch by inch, pulling out until it felt like he 
was going to pop out of me.  He didn't, though, and he stopped.  "You doing all right?" he 
asked again.

 I smiled and said, "Devon, I'm fine.  Go a little bit quicker now."

 He complied, and I could feel his penis pressing my cunt out as it slowly plunged in.  I 
moaned beneath him.  When he was all the way in again, he grabbed my hips with his 
hands and wriggled my body.  Suddenly my clit was touching his body and as he slowly 
slid out again, his lower body glided over my little nub and rubbed it so deliciously.

 "I'm really starting to like this," I told him.  "Press your dick into me faster."

 He seemed a little shocked, but did so, then stopped once he made it all the way in again.  
"You just said 'dick' without blushing."

 "I guess I did," I said, gripping his shoulders.  "It kind of makes it better this way.  It's 
like it's ... naughty.  For you to ... fuck my cunt like that."

 I couldn't tell what the expression on his face meant, but he laughed.  "So you like to talk 
dirty while we fuck?" he asked.

 "Yes, I like it when your cock fills my pussy up really full."

 "Pussy?" he asked, pulling out and pushing back in again.  "That's something I didn't 
know was part of Raven's vocabulary."

 "Fuck me a little faster," I moaned, and he did, sliding in and out of me as his body 
stroked my little nub pleasantly.

 "Raven, I can't last long if we're going to go faster," he said.

 "Devon, are you going to come?" I asked.

 "Yes," he said simply.

 "Go faster then.  I want you to come inside of me and fill my cunt up with your ..." I 
couldn't think of a word for it.

 His strokes were becoming faster and harder and I was beginning to shiver as his body 
stroked my clit to heights I'd reached for the first time only a little while ago.  I could feel 
the same squeezing sensations that I had before and knew I was going to come again 
shortly.

 "You want me to come inside your cunt?" he groaned.

 "Yes," I moaned, writhing against him.

 "You want me to fill your box with my hot come?" he moaned.

 "Fuck me, Devon, fuck me like that," I moaned.  "I'm going to come, too ..."  And then I 
did, that same supernatural hand squeezing and tightening my pussy, made even more 
intense by the hard, thick dick that was pumping and throbbing in and out of me. "Fuck," he 
moaned as he drove his dick hard into me even as my orgasm continued.  I 
realized that I could squeeze my muscles around him and I felt him explode in me, filling 
me up with his hot come.  Our bodies shook and shuddered together and my pleasure 
spread out through my legs once again and slowly died off.

 He sat up as though he were going to pull out of me, but I pulled him back down.  "No,
don't leave me yet," I said.  "Just stay inside me for a moment."

 He wrapped his arms around me and put his weight down on my body.  I felt him on top 
of me, his body a crushing weight against me, as his dick seemed to shrink inside of me. 
I liked the feel of it still and wiggled a little bit to make sure it was still there and hadn't 
shrunk away.

 "Thank you, Devon," I said, not knowing what else to say.  He'd taught me a lot of things 
in this short amount of time, and I was excited to go out and use my knowledge in just a 
week and a half at college.  Beth and I were going to have so much fun ...

 "No, thank you," he said.  "That was so good."

 I awkwardly pushed his head up so that he would look at me, and he sat up on his 
elbows.  "I haven't kissed you yet," I said, and then our lips met.

 I decided that there was no finer thing in the world than kissing when a man--hard or 
soft--was inside of you.  I stroked his tongue with mine as our kiss lasted on and on.

 Suddenly, I could feel it again, pressing gently against the walls of my vagina.  As I 
kissed him, it grew bigger and harder until it was pressing out with the same urgency as 
before.

 "Oh, God, Devon, not again," I said, pulling back and smiling.

 "I'm sorry, I can't help it--"

 "I'm just kidding, it's OK."

 "Are you sure?"

 "Absolutely."

 He grinned.

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