Her First Time Ch. 04

I felt him pressing, glanced at my husband's stricken face. It was too late, there was no turning back. Yet... stricken as his face was, he had his cock in his hand, slowly stroking up and down.

Alan pushed and I felt my pussy lips begin to part, heard myself groaning, the pressure from his pushing, the stretching. Oh God, it felt so good!

I squeezed my eyes shut, clenched the bed covers. So big! "So tight! Hot!" I heard from Alan, in a raspy, stressed voice.

I hadn't had a man besides Robert, since the day Alan left.

I tried to open my eyes, couldn't. The stretching feeling growing as he pushed inside me. It hurt, but such a good hurt. I almost couldn't stand how slow he was going, "Harder, Alan, please."

The pressure increased, "Don't want to hurt you, babygirl."

I breathed deep, remembered my Lamaze breathing from the kids, breathed deep and slow while Alan continued to impale me. I couldn't believe... how much more?

"Half way there, babygirl" He'd read my mind.

Only half! God! I didn't think I could take it, too big, too much. But I wanted it, I wanted more, remembered there being more. But not like this!

"So tight," he said again, "okay?"

More than! "Yesss," I squeaked, "more?"

"You feel so good around me," he groaned, "a little."

I was sure I felt him pushing against my cervix. He'd rubbed against my clit the whole way, so, so good!

My deep breathing continued and I felt the pushing stop, "Open your eyes, babygirl, I'm in."

I relaxed, nothing had felt so good in my life as this man filling me like he was. It was the most wonderful stretched feel, even more than when we were kids. And that was it, we were kids, only eighteen. Now, we're adults, so much more mature.

I heard again, "Open your eyes." This time I did, Alan's face directly above mine. I watched him as he slowly lowered his mouth onto mine, his tongue probing the inside of my mouth, his cock filling me. I felt him moving, finding his position inside me, pressing a little harder, the stretching feeling relaxing, replaced with pure bliss.

His mouth only a half-inch from mine, whispering so only I could barely make out his words, "Never stopped loving you, babygirl, don't know if I can live without you."

Oh god! His words. If only he knew how much I felt the same. I didn't know how I could ever live again without this man. I didn't even think of the consequences in those moments, only the blissful feelings roaring through my body. I felt the orgasm start to build, higher and higher. I gripped him around his powerful back and held tight, the spasms building, spreading through my body. I thrust my hips up at him, hard as I could, scraping my fingernails across his back and heard a long wail coming from my mouth, my body wracked with the rapture, almost like a seizure.

It went on... and on... and on. Nothing like I've ever felt before.

When it was finally over and my body relaxed, I was able to look at my husband. He was gripping himself tightly, his face in a grimace, cum dripping through his fingers.

Then back to Alan's face, still hovering over mine, "You ready now, babygirl?"

Oh God! Alan was still inside me, still monstrously huge. I nodded, anticipating what was to come. He hadn't even begun yet, I knew. And I wanted it. God, I wanted it!

He started to pull out of me, leaving me feeling empty and drained. Then plunged himself back in and I screamed. He did it again and I pushed my hips up off the bed to meet him, pushing my legs further apart. I groaned over and over as he thrust in and out of me, rubbing against my clitoris with every thrust.

Another orgasm started to build. This time, it hit suddenly along with his thrust. The spasms wracked through my body and Alan never let up, pressing against my cervix, rubbing hard against my clit with every thrust. It went on and on to where I was barely able to breathe, the pleasure so unbelievably intense, almost like it had been building for the last thirty-one years, just waiting for this release.

And it never subsided. Over and over again, Alan thrust into me, each time more intense than the last. I managed to open my eyes and everything I remembered about Alan's muscles bulging in his neck and face was right there. With every thrust, he pressed me against the headboard, with only a pillow for cushioning against the hard wood. He seemed out of any control, thrusting with every muscle, his face wild. And unbelievably, my ongoing orgasm grew stronger with every thrust to where I didn't know if I could take it any longer.

He thrust one last time, let out a roar and I felt his cock erupt, spasming cum inside me. His body convulsed, short, hard thrusts, the feeling of his hot cum reviving the orgasm that had been wracking my own body.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the foam mattress. Several minutes went by with Alan pressing against me, my arms around him, holding him tight.

There were no more words. Alan rolled off me, grasped my face between his hands and tenderly kissed me. He and I lay naked together kissing and re-exploring each other's bodies. He scooted down, took a breast in one hand, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger at the same time as his mouth sucked in the other. One of my hands fell over his and the other around the back of his head, pulling him to me.

It felt so good; I closed my eyes and just enjoyed, letting out small moans of pleasure, kneading his hand and running fingers through his short, bristly hair. I felt like I could live like this forever, Alan sucking my breast into his mouth, his rough tongue making little circles around my nipple.

I was becoming more and more aroused, and I felt Alan's arousal pressing against me. He looked up at me and said, "I want to make love with you again."

I smiled, wanting the same thing, "On your back," I told him. I realized I still was 'that girl'; that insatiable girl of my youth. She had been hiding inside myself all those years.

He rolled over, his cock fully engorged and poking a large hole in the air, straight up. I straddled his legs, scooted up, took his manhood in my hand, and hovered over him, looking at my husband, still sitting on the edge of the other bed, watching.

I remembered what it had been like making love with Tevin while Alan watched. Now, I was going to make love with Alan while my husband watched and that fact was turning me on even more.

I never broke contact with Robert's eyes as I slowly lowered my body, impaling myself on Alan's cock. I saw him glancing up and down, not knowing whether to watch my pussy slowly swallowing its meal or my face that I know was showing the emotions emanating from my lover's penetration of my body. His slippery cum from earlier, mixed with my wetness let him slide inside my already stretched pussy.

I spread my legs further apart, my hands on Alan's chest and rocked back and forth, enjoying so much the feeling of him inside me again. He started to grip my hips, rocking his own up and down. "No," I told him, "don't move. Let me do it."

He groaned but lay back as I asked. I picked up his hands and placed them over my breasts, pressing them onto me, letting him know that my tits craved attention while I fucked him.

I leaned back, resting my arms on his legs behind me, thrusting my chest into his hands and making small movements with my pussy over his buried cock. I wanted Robert to see, my shaved pussy enveloping Alan's massive member. This was so different than that first time that had seemed so urgent. I intended this to be long and slow.

"Ahh, babygirl, you feel good!" I liked Alan calling me his babygirl.

I flexed my leg muscles a little, just enough to pull off him an inch or so and press back down, squeezing my pelvic muscles around him. I enjoyed watching Robert's face as I did my best to torture Alan, tormenting my husband in the process.

He'd watched the eighteen-year-old me with this same man, me a young girl, Alan a boy, but I wondered how it was for him watching his present-day wife with a man's cock inside her pussy. Not just a fuck-toy but a man who he knew I had such strong emotional connections with. The first time with Alan earlier in the night, I hadn't had any chance to think about it or to torment him, but now...

And I did my best, rocking up and down, letting Robert see Alan's wet, pop-can thick cock slipping in and out of his wife's cunt. And it was feeling so fucking good! Alan's hands had resumed their hold on my hips and his groaning was turning me on even more. I knew that Alan would be able to last a good, long time after the intensity of our orgasms earlier and I wanted to take full advantage.

I looked into Robert's eyes again and pulled myself almost off Alan, still leaning back against his legs, then slowly lowered myself back down again. In this position, he rubbed so hard against my g-spot and clit. I could feel an impending orgasm start to rise inside me

I looked again at Robert, whispered to him, "Come. Kiss me." I wanted Robert's lips on mine, my tongue in his mouth, when the orgasm exploded inside me. It was because of him that I was here, with my lover's cock inside me, and I wanted him to feel it along with me, feel my pleasure along with me.

When his mouth captured mine, I moaned and pressed my pelvis down on Alan's, then pulled up and down again. When the orgasm began feeling imminent, I pulled off Robert's mouth and said, "Fuck me, Alan, now!" then captured my husband's lips in mine once again.

He did, gripped his hands around my hips and bounced me up and down on his cock, pulling me down and pressing himself up into me with each thrust.

Another orgasm swept through my body. I held Robert's lips to mine with my hand behind his head, every part of my body tense, quivering, my lips tightening and the groans escaped my mouth into Robert's.

After the orgasm finished wracking through my body, Robert broke our kiss, letting me lean back and relax a moment again. Alan pushed me off his cock and said, "Roll over, babygirl. Hands and knees."

I did, anticipating with excitement what was coming. "Scoot up a little," he commanded.

Alan climbed behind me, pressed back inside me, no resistance. God, his cock felt so fuckin' good! I hung my head, panting, waiting for the pounding to start. He leaned over me, reached around and pinched my nipples, hard, then wrapped his hands around my tits, pulling me up, maybe three-quarters of the way, looking straight ahead into my husband's eyes, Alan's hands around my tits, supporting me.

And then suddenly, he backed out and slammed back inside me. I couldn't stop the groans every time Alan thrust into me. He and I had done it a lot in doggy, but never like this. This was new. And glorious, the physical sensations shooting through me with every thrust were just... There are no words!

If my husband wanted an erotic experience between me and Alan, he was getting it.

I don't know how many times my body orgasmed in the next minutes. It seemed that Alan was unstoppable, pounding into my pussy, unlike anything we'd done as teenagers.

I don't know how long it went on. All I knew at the time was that the man I'd wanted to marry so long ago was doing his best to make me 'his' woman... and I was enjoying every fucking, incredible second. How a man could go this long without wearing down I had no idea. But I wasn't complaining, either.

I wanted to see him, see his muscles bulging, but I didn't want to quit what we were doing, either. Robert was still right there, watching as this man fucked his school teacher wife.

Then Alan's fingers started digging harder into my tits, squeezing, smashing, feeling so good. He pulled me back to him, pressed hard inside me, and I heard him groaning, again making those short, hard thrusts. The feeling of his cum spurting against my cervix again set off my own, another orgasm.

Robert was right in front of my face, watching. Every grimace. Every scream.

Later, Alan said he had to go home for the night. To let his dogs out to go potty! He dressed, Robert and I still in bed, naked.

To let his dogs out!

"Do you have to go home tomorrow?" he asked.

I looked at my husband, left it up to him. He looked back at me, "You have homework for school?"

"It could wait," I told him. I never had any to begin with. It was an excuse that I didn't need anymore.

He looked back toward Alan, "Think we need to talk about it."