1. Male Virgin Condom Breaks


    Date: 7/19/2016, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Hardcore, Author: 425olds, Source: xHamster

    She jumped on after me, those moist lips hovering over my crotch as she pulled my trousers and boxers down around my ankles. She kissed my cock and as her lips touched me, I knew that I was about to get my first blowjob, I was sure of it. Her lips were so soft, I daren't imagine what the inside of her mouth would feel like. 'What's it to be big boy?' She said, pulling a condom out from somewhere. 'You want to feel everything or feel safe?' 'Won't the condom taste bad?' I asked, it didn't look particularly savory. 'Everything in my life tastes bad at the moment, so don't try and push your decision onto me.' 'Put it on then.' I said, transfixed by the unhindered view down through her cleavage to that cotton-covered pleasure between her legs. 'We won't have to worry later then.' I closed my eyes, wanting no other senses to encroach on this than the feeling of her mouth engulfing me. It was my turn to groan. Too soon she let my cock fall from her mouth. 'You're a virgin aren't you.' I didn't answer and didn't need to. I was lying there like a piece of wood, too scared to do anything in case I killed the magic. She crawled up my body and kissed me, the oaky taste from the condom reminding me of illicit woodland fires from my youth. I reached up and ran my hands along her back, that seemed a safe enough action to me. It seems mad now, there she was straddled over me and I was afraid to touch her. I really was a virgin, in all senses of the word. As we kissed, I edged my hands to ...
    her shoulders, then down to her chest. She encouraged my exploration with a moan. Her breasts were so soft in my hands and I was terrified that I'd hurt her, shattering this dream, but she seemed to like it. The nipples puckered under my palms - I could actually feel her getting turned on by what I was doing, it was amazing. I pinched the hard flesh. 'That's plenty hard enough.' She panted. But there was no element of criticism in her voice, it felt natural and the words were gone in a moment. 'Why don't you carry on exploring?' She added. 'Feel how wet I am. Feel how much I want you.' 'You'll have to be gentle though.' She whispered, her cheek resting on mine. 'It's so long since I've been fucked. I slipped my finger inside myself last night and if felt sooo tight. Almost as tight as my ass.' I edged my fingers down past her pantys, into her shaven thicket, within which somewhere was hidden a wet hole, apparently. It was farther down than I had anticipated, despite my diligent research into the matter through the years. Just when I thought my arm would stretch no more, I felt damp hairs, then my fingers slipped over smooth wet skin. More groans encouraged me to slip my finger in. I wondered briefly if I should be doing some more groaning myself, but I decided against it, weaving my finger around the knobbly flesh inside her vagina, exploring its tightness and wondering what it would feel like to have those taught muscles straining against my cock, rather than my thin finger. ...
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