Her First Time
I kneaded Isul's breasts with both hands, moving slowly at first. But soon, overwhelmed by ecstasy, I began thrusting my hips like a beast, plunging into her pussy without a shred of restraint. The mind-blowing sensation of her tight walls wrapping around my cock consumed every nerve in my body. I gripped her waist and pounded away, mimicking the scenes from porn videos, driven purely by raw instinct.
Like a monkey in heat, I slammed my hips forward and back, completely lost in the intense pleasure surging up from my shaft. I could no longer spare any thought for Isul's pain. Her virgin pussy squeezed my cock from every direction, the warm, wet pressure inside her completely new to me. The soft folds and little bumps stimulating every inch of my length drove me wild. I thrust frantically, mindlessly, my inexperienced movements focused only on not letting my cock slip out. I barely pulled back halfway before slamming in again.
Drunk on pleasure, I had no room for gentleness. Even though her hymen had just been torn and she must still have been in agony, I continued our first messy, chaotic sex without a care. The wet slapping sounds filled the room.
Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!
The crude sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with Isul’s muffled moans from our kisses, echoing through the room. I, too, let out rough grunts between breaths as I drilled my cock into her pussy. After dozens of pistoning thrusts, the mixture of my cum, her juices, and blood began to leak out with every stroke.
Each thrust felt brand new. The sensation was addictive. I moved my hips like a madman, the feel of her soft skin under my hands and the sight of her growing pain only fueling my arousal even more. With no experience, I couldn’t possibly slow down for her sake. What was pure bliss for me was pure torment for her.
And then—
I couldn’t hold back the building climax any longer. I buried my cock to the hilt inside her pussy and unleashed the second massive load of the day, flooding her insides with thick ropes of semen. Once again, I filled her completely. The mixture of her juices and my cum felt like molten lava, burning hot inside her. The overwhelming pleasure of ejaculation, as if my cock were melting, made it hard to think straight. Isul seemed to feel the same.
Instinctively, she clenched her legs around my waist from below, pulling me even tighter against her. Thanks to that, I was able to empty every last drop deep inside her without spilling a single one. Because she allowed me to take her body like this, I had successfully completed what could truly be called satisfying first sex. Well, aside from the fact that I’d cum like a premature ejaculator for the second time.
Once my orgasm subsided, the extreme tension in my body released, leaving me feeling drained. But with the stamina of a man in his early twenties, my cock refused to go soft. It stayed rock-hard inside her pussy. The first woman to ever accept me was squeezing my shaft—the one that had just marked her with its seed—with powerful contractions. My erection showed no sign of fading. It kept its full size, molding the inside of her freshly opened pussy to the exact shape of my cock.
The cave I had pierced. The pussy I had claimed for the first time. Knowing I had left my mark on Isul’s body made her feel even more precious to me. I loved how she endured the unbearable pain with such resilience after I had marked her as mine with my cum.
I collapsed on top of her, catching my breath for a moment before looking down at the girl pinned beneath me. She was trembling faintly, as if completely exhausted, breathing hard as she tried to steady herself. I wondered if she had felt any pleasure at all. She must have been in so much pain. The fact that she had endured it all for me filled me with overwhelming affection. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and kissed her cheek, staying perfectly still until she calmed down, gently stroking her back.
A little while later, Isul took a deep, shaky breath and seemed to regain her senses. She nestled closer into my arms and spoke.
At her words, I slowly began to pull my cock out. Even the slightest friction made her groan in pain, so I comforted her softly as I withdrew inch by inch. When I finally slipped free, a torrent of mixed cum, juices, and blood-foam gushed from her gaping pussy. After the first heavy spurt, the rest slowly overflowed in thick streams. I carefully lifted the pain-stricken Isul into my arms and carried her off the bed.
I held her close as she continued to whimper in discomfort and headed to the bathroom. I sat her down gently on the closed toilet lid while I turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. Once the warm water began to flow, I lifted her again and sat her on the floor, spreading her legs. With a gentle stream, I began rinsing her soiled pussy with warm water.
I continued washing between her legs, letting the water flow over her. She didn’t seem confident enough to clean herself, so she clung tightly to my arm with her legs spread wide. I took over completely, spreading her pussy open and carefully rinsing every fold. I even slipped a finger inside, gently scraping out what remained. Every time my finger moved, Isul’s hips twitched violently. She flinched at the sting in certain spots, letting out pitiful moans as she wavered between pain and rising pleasure.
After scooping out a large amount of cum, juices, and blood, her pussy appeared red and swollen. She seemed to feel a little better, because she took the showerhead from me and began washing herself more thoroughly, digging her fingers into every crevice to clean out the last remnants. The sight of her fingering herself under the running water while cleaning her pussy was incredibly lewd—like she was masturbating. Remembering how my cock had been sliding in and out of that very hole just moments ago made blood rush back to my shaft, and I grew rock-hard again.
Isul noticed and let out a small laugh.
She reached out and grabbed my erect cock. The sudden grip made me freeze, unable to move. Seeing my reaction, Isul smiled and began slowly stroking me while speaking.
At her words, I quickly took the showerhead and cleaned my groin thoroughly. Once I confirmed everything was rinsed clean, I brought my cock to her face. Isul chuckled at my eagerness, carefully took my shaft in her hand, and after a few slow strokes, brought it to her lips. Her mouth opened, and my cock disappeared inside.
She had only taken me in for a moment before pulling back to ask for feedback. The warm interior of Isul’s mouth, slick with her saliva, coated my cock completely. The sensation of her soft tongue licking and sucking me sent thunderbolts through my brain. It was my first time experiencing anything like it. My hips trembled as I answered her.
It seemed her claim about practicing was true. Isul sucked my cock with surprising skill. Of course, her teeth occasionally scraped me, and she sometimes gagged when she took me too deep, but those mistakes barely registered. Her very first blowjob felt so incredible that I would have cum instantly if I hadn’t already ejaculated twice. Even now, my spent cock twitched inside her mouth, desperately trying to pump out cum that wasn’t there. Seeing this, she looked up at me with wide, smiling eyes.
She even reached out to fondle my balls, introducing me to a whole new level of pleasure. Eventually, I could no longer control my lust. I stood up, turned her around, and made her brace against the wall with her ass pushed out.
Driven by pure lust, I slid my cock between her ass cheeks and rubbed it against her. I gripped her waist firmly, then pressed down on her back to make her arch forward. Isul obediently lowered her upper body at my touch, only turning her head to look at me. Her eyes trembled with a silent plea, but my brain was completely overtaken by sex. I slowly shook my head, rejecting her request, and pressed down on her back even harder.
In the end, Isul bent over completely, pushing her ass back just the way I wanted, assuming a perfect doggy-style position. I rubbed my cock along her slit.
I moved my hips back and forth, rubbing my cock against her entrance. I wanted to thrust in right away, but as a man who had only lost his virginity today, I couldn’t find her hole with just hip movements alone.
After rubbing and prodding several more times without success, I started to grow impatient. Still, I pretended to be calm and kept moving my hips slowly, maintaining eye contact with her as if this were still foreplay. Eventually, Isul turned her head away first. Perhaps she thought I was waiting for her permission, because her conflicted expression finally melted into the answer I wanted.
With that joyful reply, Isul adjusted her posture slightly to make doggy-style easier. She even reached one arm behind herself to spread one ass cheek and widened her stance a little to help me enter more easily. Seeing her like that, I couldn’t hide my delight and smiled brightly.
Since she had given permission, there was no point wasting time with clumsy attempts. I abandoned the idea of trying to enter with just my hips and instead grabbed my cock with one hand, aligning it with her entrance. Making sure it wouldn’t slip, I began pushing my hips forward, slowly parting her folds as I entered her.
Remembering how swollen she was, I pushed in as gently as possible. Unlike the first time when I tore through her hymen, Isul now showed signs that she was feeling something different.
Following her request, I moved my hips without urgency, taking it slow. My lust had risen again, but I wasn’t in a rush to cum, so I had plenty of control over my pace. Moving slowly seemed tolerable for her. Isul endured as best she could and accepted me. In fact, the slow, leisurely sex seemed to feel good, because as the thrusts continued, she stopped holding back her moans. Her hips trembled slightly, showing that she was beginning to feel pleasure.
Since we had already washed, I expected her to be dry and tight, but her pussy remained wonderfully soft and slick, allowing smooth movement. I carefully watched her reactions, moving with caution while also satisfying my own desires.
Thanks to my efforts, Isul’s reactions were better than I expected. Instead of just enduring pain as I had feared, she trembled and responded to every slow thrust and withdrawal. She looked incredibly sexy and lewd, just like the actresses in porn videos. Her pussy, now welcoming me again, still gripped me with powerful contractions. I savored the feeling of her walls, moving slowly and leisurely, fully enjoying the moment.
The narrow passage was wet with her juices, warm with her body heat, and squeezed me with incredible strength, as if trying to milk my cum. When I pushed deep, her walls stretched softly around me, and when I pulled back, they tightened again, hugging every inch without any gaps. The sensation was so good I couldn’t help but moan in awe.
Because I was relatively relaxed, my slow insertions and withdrawals accidentally brushed against various spots inside her. I began to learn what people called her weak points.
This was our third round of slow, deliberate sex. They said doggy-style let you go really deep, and the feeling of my groin and her ass slapping together as I buried myself completely was absolutely incredible. It was so addictive that I knew I would want to do this position often in the future. Every time I hit one of her weak spots, her reactions were delicious. The way she writhed and gasped heavily was incredibly arousing, providing immense visual pleasure as well.
Although I had started out excited, because this was our third time, the urge to cum didn’t rise as quickly. Instead, since I was focusing on Isul, she gradually forgot her pain and began to accumulate pleasure. With each thrust, she twisted and writhed, trying to escape my cock, but I held her hips firmly and continued the slow, rhythmic pistoning. Her reactions grew stronger and stronger.
As the sex dragged on, Isul trembled more violently. She began actively pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts, her lewd movements bringing me immense joy. She matched the rhythm of my insertions, subtly moving her hips and ass, syncing her breathing with mine. The sight of her learning how to have sex excited me so much that I reached around to caress her nipples and licked the sweat off her back, helping her feel even greater pleasure.
Isul arched her back at the intense stimulation, moaning continuously. I, too, felt the third climax of the night beginning to build. Not wanting to drag it out too long and tire her, I decided it was time to finish. I grabbed her waist with both hands and increased my speed, slamming into her harder.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Isul’s moans, unable to withstand my clumsy but earnest pistoning, filled the bathroom. I was momentarily surprised by the sound of her aroused voice for the first time, but the pleasure rising steadily from my cock prevented me from thinking any further. I thrust harder, faster, chasing even stronger ecstasy. As the number of thrusts increased, so did the volume of her moans. Then, suddenly, her entire body began to shake violently as she squirted her juices from her pussy.
Isul had reached her first orgasm.
I was buried deep inside her when her pussy suddenly clamped down with incredible force. This was Isul’s first orgasmic squeeze. The pressure was so intense it felt even tighter than when I had taken her virginity. Her walls constricted as if trying to crush my cock. Of course, still inexperienced, I couldn’t hold back. I erupted with my third load deep inside her.
The feeling of thin, watery semen leaving me, combined with the powerful contractions that seemed determined to squeeze out every drop, left me completely drained. Isul’s body, pushed forward by my weight, slowly collapsed to the floor. We stayed crouched together on the bathroom tiles, savoring the afterglow.
After a while, once the waves of orgasm subsided, Isul’s pussy finally released my cock. My shaft, having been drained of all its semen, shrank completely and slipped out. From her gaping hole, a mixture of thin cum, juices, and a little blood slowly trickled out.
Once our bodies had calmed somewhat, the completely exhausted Isul turned her head to look at me. Our faces were close, and we stared at each other for a moment. Unable to hide our desire, we naturally began to kiss. We stood under the warm spray of the shower, enjoying the lingering pleasure of sex. After regaining some strength, we washed each other’s bodies, finished showering, and stepped out.
We lay on the bed. Isul rested her head on the arm I offered as a pillow, and we shared our thoughts about our first time having sex. Both of us were more tired than we realized from our first experience, and we fell into a deep sleep. In this way, we spent our perfect first night together, deepening our love for one another even more.