Our First Night

FINALLY ALONE. I was shy and full of expectations. My fear was great, but my passion was greater.

We kissed and kissed passionately. My love for him was overwhelming, and the decisive moment has arrived after a long wait. My beloved Darling's hands moved knowingly from my neck to my spine giving chills and goose bumps with tingling in my private parts. Hot flushes of happiness, arousal and inhibition were going up my head, anesthetizing my body. I surrendered with anticipation and pleasure to his hands. He quickly opened my blouse and cupped my breast, and bent down to kiss my lacy black bra softly. He proceeded to take my bra off, but suddenly I became alert, I would find myself nude in front of him, the thought of which was tantalizing and uneasy. I murmured to him how I missed him and threw myself in his arms feeling good and calming myself. It felt so wonderful. I asked him how much he missed me, and he said a lot. I was overjoyed. I gently placed my hands over his own gently removing them before he tried to strip me.

I excused myself and went to slip into something more comfortable.

Bewildered but gentle enough he was and he understood my embarrassment and showed patience.

I took my time to wash up in the shower, and then I rubbed my whole body slowly with the perfumed cream,

While all the time I was wondering if I would have the guts to let him see my nakedness. That thought sent the hot flushes to my cheeks, embarrassing yet amazingly sexy and arousing to a me. And knowing that there is no escape from that in that special night of love consummation and the crossing to a new unknown world, our world, I slipped into the silky black satin and lace nightgown and let my curls fall on my shoulders.

My head was burning with thoughts how I would be totally exposed in front of him, see and touched, even more, my privacies invaded. How difficult, yet very sexy and wild did that seem.

How could I seduce him? How to make him love me were questions scaring me, would I please him. What lies ahead and what to expect, was yet somber to me, was he going to be tender with me, patient and understanding with me?

Yes, we have talked about sex, I have seen movies, I have read about it, but the actual experience is not the same. I seemed to have forgotten everything I was told.

I wore my peignoir over my nightgown, looked in the mirror, I was all radiant with a natural glow. Pleased with myself I went out to him. He asked me if I was ready, I said yes. But it beat me, ready for what? For what is going to happen or ready and willing to let it happen? I didn’t know for sure what answer he expected so I nodded my head approvingly. He took my hands making me feel secure and comfortable. We entered our bedroom that smelled my fragrant scent. Kissed me softly and I answered back vehemently. His inflamed lips and mouth probed mine. He led me to our bed while still kissing; he kissed my neck, then nibbling at my ears while caressing my back with one hand and the other having me in a firm embrace, then he placed my head down on the pillow. I was in another world, enthralled and fascinated. He pushed my straps down my shoulder and slipped my nightgown down. My torso was bare save for my breasts covered by my lacy black bra. His slipped his fingers in the bra with slow circular motions on my nipples which started to get erect fast sending gushes of heat to my pelvis and I felt a hell roaring down there. He started pulling my bra down for a complete view; suddenly I was filled with horror and discomfiture for being breast-naked in front of him. I tried to cover my breasts with my hands. He kissed me while removing my bra and pushing my hands firmly off my nipples, impeding my maneuvers by holding both hands over my head firmly and exposing my upper body entirely. Bit by bit he caressed each breast and lowered his mouth on them giving them his attention, sucking them, flipping his tongue over my erect nipples. Warmth enveloped me sending pulses in my pelvis. I gave in to his wonderful love moves and affectionate touches, feeling more comfortable with his strokes on my breasts longing for more. He went slower. He was Gentle and teasing. He rolled the nipple back and forth with his thumb and forefinger, lightly grazing his fingertip around my breast, areola and nipple, occasionally stroking straight over it in a feather-light touch. Then he went on to light tugging and other nipple manipulations.

His hands slid slowly down my nightgown which now covered my lower part, he touched my pelvis. He pulled up my gown up feeling my black lace panty. I was nervous and I put my hands over his trying to prevent that. I know it was pointless, but an endeavor to delay him from seeing me totally nude and my exposed waxed pussy totally bare, soft and ready for him. He kept a hand firmly there and turned to me kissing my tummy, caressing my pussy softly and going with a hand to my nipples touching and sucking them on to my mouth giving me a sensual kiss with his hands playing stroking my slit softly back and forth over the transparent black panty. He felt my muscles stiffening out of apprehension. He murmured softly with his mellow voice while kissing my trembling thighs and looking in my eyes: I want to feel your sweet burning pussy, put my tongue there and drink your hot pussy juice Baby!

I asked as if in a dream, afraid yet expecting:

"would it hurt?"

"Don't worry, I will just kiss your pussy Sweet, I want to kiss it, I want to lick it and swallow your love juice Baby."

His fingers were running over my wet panty, my cunt was burning and dripping and he was probing my clit slowly. I tried to interweave my legs in a useless attempt to prevent his fingers from going further. I was coy, but there were emotions I was feeling that shocked me and I was ready to scream from enjoyment ready to scream. I blurted the "I love you" intensely. Voracity was building up fast in me. Suddenly my nightgown was totally off and I was stripped save for my lacy black underwear. And before I thought of any defenses, his hands parted my legs and his head lay there, his tongue going over the transparent lacy barrier to my secret love garden. There was nothing I could do but to yield to his hot love strokes and the fondling of my intimate parts. He lifted the side of my panty and inserted slowly his fingers over my clit and going further down my dripping love tunnel portal. A little pressure was exerted and my portal tightened unwillingly with a feeling of pain.

"Baby don’t be afraid. I will only kiss you and drink your sweet juice, oh, relax baby.

Letting go again and surrendering to the wonderful things he was doing to me, my love juice was overflowing. He was slowly rubbing my clit that I relaxed a bit almost crying for more. Suddenly my panty was rolled down and his head was in between my legs, opened them wider and raised them while his tongue went around my pussy, probing and in circles, going deeper, sucking, licking my love zone and making me feel the heat and pulses in my loins. It was delicious beyond belief. I wanted to scream loud "Ah baby Ah". He was mumbling while his gaze locked into mine, baby spread them, you want it, you like it?"

My love juice was overflowing. come on baby give it to me he said. With his finger inserted on and off but not too deep, yet feelings of pain would come with deeper insertions. Yet I was hungry and thirsty for more with my love for him, need and passion coupled with lust and curiosity.

He then guided me to his manhood and asked me to take it in my mouth. I felt a bit strange as I have always thought that such an act would make me recoil, but amazingly I wanted to. And guiding me all the way, I found out that I could get him fully aroused. It felt novel yet breathtaking stroking, kissing, licking, and running my tongue up and down his shaft, taking his cock all the way into my mouth in one fell swoop.... he was moaning and begging me for more. I was soooo gratified he was enjoying it and could give him that pleasure.

I kissed his lips lushly and ran my hands over his chest and legs. I grabbed his backside. I used my hands to gently cup his balls and I bent down licking them. He was moaning loudly saying he felt good and not to stop.

I decided to cast aside shyness and I exerted pressure on his aroused, erect cock. His hard on was great and I started out with soft, tantalizing moves, but, as arousal was heightened, it took more pressure to keep things moving along. I asked him to tell me what he liked best and when it was too much. But he didn’t.

Satisfied and astounded by my spontaneity and the amount of enjoyment he showed, I I was shaking with passion, joy and fear and amazement at all my responses. Satisfied with the results and me wondering what goes next, my love thought time was ripe I was ready for him to go further, conquering my love tunnel, tearing down its defenses.

Suddenly my panty came off, my waxed pussy stark naked to his view.. He opened my legs wide again and I felt pressure and pain. He asked me again if I liked it.

"Yes, but it hurts" I said.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

Not knowing what I am supposed to say and already stripped to his view, nothing remained but to comply. After all there is no escape and I knew it crystal-clear no matter what I said. This was the night he was to make me his woman.

A feeling of a hard and powerful pressure, his cock was so hard and stiff like a sword, I could feel the pressure exerted at my clitoris and the gate to my love tunnel, pushing forcefully. Piercing pain and nothing but pain was what I felt. His virility was so powerful and overwhelming, strange feelings, yet delicious but pain overtook me. My love placed his sword at the portal of my love garden and took me in an embrace and hot kisses in which we were locked. I felt more relaxed accepting his sword to be placed there and going softly back and forth at my wonderland. My body felt less rigid and relaxed yielding to his sweet kisses all over my nipples, breast and mouth, with his calm voice murmuring all that wonderful sensual sweet talk I was enthralled to hear, telling me his love for my sensual curves and soft skin, the beautiful and delicious taste of my pussy, my hot pussy and telling me how much he was enflamed with desire and longs to enter my secret garden! I closed my eyes enjoying the warmth and delicious tingles in my rosy petals and stomach and enjoying his touch. Suddenly we rolled over and I was on top of him while a brisk light pain from the push of his cock to my love spot made it clutch. I lay over him to cover my nakedness which I still didn’t feel comfortable with yet was so arousing as it brought forth my vulnerability. I smothered his mouth with hot lustful long kisses which he reciprocated feverishly with his tongue probing mine.

Then the invasion started again, but slowly with his sword positioned at my secret garden portal with a tight entrance denying it a welcome. He rocked me slowly and his sword slowly forced its way in my love tunnel obstinately and unfalteringly. The way was too narrow for it and it exerted slow hard pressure while being rocked in slow movements and the non-ending blunt painful pressure continued, this time sharper that I could hardly breathe from the pain. I wanted the hurt to stop, my pussy was throbbing and I didn’t believe it could possibly go in. I begged him to do it later, not now. He was kissing me saying ok, yet my love asked me to sit upright to control the movements, but reluctant and too nervous fearing that his sword went through me cutting me, I laid over him kissing and he caressing my breasts and nipples while resting my hands on the bed to avert his cock's attack and lessen the dull pain that persisted. He calculated his slow attack, and then he decided the moment was ripe for the coup de grace.

He said: "Baby, embrace me and put your hands around me", or rather under him in order to embrace him. As gullible as I was I conformed. My hands became caged under his weight. In a long hug and strong push and sudden pressure exerted on my butt, I felt shooting pain and his sword pushed its way mercilessly deep into my pussy opening my love tunnel for it, taking away any defense on its way to become the master and conquer my love garden that opened solely for him and by him, making me a woman, his woman. I stopped breathing for a second.

A sharp scream was suffocated by the long kiss our mouths were locked in and I felt dizzy and my mind blown away, scattered in pieces with my cherry popping, my eyes were stinging with sharp pain as if exploding.

I couldn’t move, he was rocking me slowly. It was still painful but I felt ecstatic. I was in awe, my skin brushing my love's skin, him inside me, rapture engulfed me, pain split my pussy and inside with his sharp sword with its blade probing my inside to make sure the way was all his and clear, imprinting its mark, making him the only master. I pleaded enough. I needed a break. Tenderly he withdrew after victory at his conquest. He then kissed my lips and tenderly asked if I were ok?

All I wanted was to cover myself. He left me to take a shower. And slowly I wore my peignoir. I lay in bed shy, happy but sore from love making. however, I was Longing for him again, but he left me to rest knowingly and cuddled me softly , him happy with his conquest and victory and me purring with satisfaction and feelings of a full-fledged woman, his woman!

This is not the end of the story. It is only the start..