1. Deflowering


    Date: 6/19/2016, Categories: First Time, Author: iblis, Source: LushStories

    "I understand." She simply lay down, still looking him in the eye and opened her legs wide, crossing her ankles as she lay. Lord looked at her in surprise but she failed to look embarassed, only patient. So, he moved her ankles apart and lay one leg on each side. Her cheeks looked pinker and her breath came a little faster. He could see clearly now her crotch which was dotted with a single drop of moisture. He was not going to do this but he took his robes off at the chest and remained clothed only at the waist. Then, he gently pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and climbed over her. He looked her in the eye as he slowly entered. She looked at him and then teared up as heat flamed her face as she felt her insides expand and recieve something hotter than herself. "Please," she gasped, grabbing his arm as he came to rest at the shallowest part of her insides. "You are a virgin," he said, stoically. She tried to rock her hips but he held them down, she squeezed him and he hoped she was not a screamer. "Please," she begged, as her back arched and her eyes rolled back into her head. "Please," she whispered as her toes pointed and her body strained, hips popping, joints cracking; she looked every bit posessed as all he could see was the whites of her fluttering eyes. "Let me... please.." she begged, grasping his restraining hand and scratching it. "Please," she begged, jerking uselessly beneath the still noble who held her hips and looked down at her silently. "Please... ...
    please." It was all she could say and he would not move and her back could not stop arching. Then she sighed with pleasure as her insides opened and he slid deeper. She sat up and grabbed him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pressing her bosom against his chest, she tried to rock her hips from there too, but he would only hold her still. So she squeezed him and tossed her head, making her hair fly about her head like a restless mane. "Please..." she begged, lips inches from his face, lashes kissing his cheek. Lids hooded, lips sollen; he looked down at her and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. She kissed him back as tears rolled down her face - there was so much heat and her eyes could not stop tearing. She needed to rock her hips so bad but he only held them. "Please." She was holding on to his shoulders, back arched so every bit of it cracked. She swung her torso around and tried to move her hips but he had them in an iron grip so she clenched him and felt him go in a few inches deeper. "You feel so good," she whined, hiding her face into his neck, beneath his dark hair. She breathed the scent of blossoms on his skin. He was perspiring lightly and felt burning hot. She wanted to ride him so badly but her insides kept giving in, a few inches at a time around him. "Please, no," she said, pressing her breasts against his chest, trying hard to make him let her rock but he would not let her go. He was in the back of her where she felt the heat the best. "I want to..." ...
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