Mary Tagert

John didn't know what to say. He froze in position. He was buried to the hilt in an eighteen year old virgin who wasn't a virgin anymore. As Mary's breathing returned to normal, John started to pull out, slowly. Mary groaned, yet didn't tell him to stop. When John was almost all the way out, her pushed back into her slowly. Mary moaned. For the next several minutes, John fucked Mary very, very slowly.

"Now that feels good," Mary croaked.

Her hips were now rocking with the motion of a woman who wants to fuck. John sped up his thrusting. Mary's hips rocked all the faster. Soon they were fucking. John was feeling things in his groin he hadn't felt in a very long time. Mary was feeling things in her pussy she had never felt.

Looking down at the young woman under him, John saw her pretty face scrunched up in a mask of pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she gulped in air to sooth her burning lungs. John just fucked her. Fucked her fast and hard, he was really enjoying her.

Mary was in another world. The feeling flowing though her body was new to her and wonderful. She was really going to like sex and John was fucking her hard and fast. Smiling, she bucked her hips up to meet his every thrust. Then things started happening. Lightning bolts shot from her pussy to her brain. She screamed. Her muscles contracted. Her pussy convulsed. She shook and shivered and shook some more. Her orgasm overtook her mind. She had an orgasm before, just never this intense. And it lasted a long, long time. Yet John never stopped fucking her.

Then John was roaring his pleasure as he slammed into Mary hard. Mary could feel the warmth as he filled the condom. She was very happy. John was ecstatic as he collapsed on top of her. Mary wrapped her arms and legs around the man who had made her a woman. She was happy. She was still excited. She hoped he could fuck her some more. After all they had the room for the whole night.