Tiffany's First Time

John continued to lick and suck her clit gently as she came down from her orgasm, his fingers still inside her, stroking her slowly. She lay there, panting and sweating, her body feeling limp and boneless.

"Oh my god," she said, her voice hoarse. "That was amazing."

He grinned up at her, his eyes sparkling. "I'm glad you liked it." After a few moments, John lays down next to Tiffany, holding her close to him. They kiss gently, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their passion.

Tiffany's breathing starts to slow down, and she feels her body relaxing. She turns her head to look at John and sees him smiling back at her. "Recovered?" he asks softly.

Tiffany nods, feeling a little embarrassed. "Um, can I see it now?" she says quietly.

John looks at her for a moment, then nods. "Sure," he says, and starts to move his body slightly. Tiffany watches, fascinated, as he reaches down and starts to pull his boxers down.

When his cock is revealed, Tiffany's eyes widen in surprise. She has never seen one before, and it looks much bigger than she expected. She can't help but stare at it, feeling a mixture of curiosity and intimidation. It looks much bigger than she expected, and she can feel her heart racing with anticipation.

"Wow," she whispers, her eyes still fixed on his length.

John chuckles, noticing her reaction. "Like what you see?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Tiffany nods, feeling a little embarrassed. "I've never seen one before," she admits.

John chuckles. "Don't worry," he says reassuringly. "I'll be gentle."

Tiffany nods, feeling a little more at ease. She looks at John's cock for a few moments, then reaches out hesitantly and touches it with her fingertips. She feels it twitch at her touch, and she gasps softly.

John smiles, watching her reaction. "You can touch it if you want," he says softly.

Tiffany nods, feeling a little more confident now. She wraps her fingers around his cock and starts to stroke it gently, feeling it grow harder and harder in her hand. Tiffany's fingers trail down the length of his shaft, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin. She notices the veins pulsing under her touch and the texture of the skin, the way it feels smooth yet rigid. She can't help but feel a sense of curiosity and wonder as she explores his manhood.

As she touches him, John reaches down and starts to touch her as well, running his fingers lightly over her breasts and down her stomach. Tiffany moans softly, feeling a wave of pleasure building inside her once again. John lay back on the bed and watched as Tiffany moved between his legs. She tentatively reached out a hand and brushed it over his length, tracing the veins that stood out against his skin. John felt himself grow even harder at her touch.

Tiffany looked up at John, her eyes meeting his. "Is this okay?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

John nodded, his breath hitching as she continued to explore his length with her hands. He watched as she leaned in closer, studying him intently as she traced his balls with her fingertips. As Tiffany's fingers touch John's cock, she feels a jolt of electricity run through her body. She looks up at him, seeing the desire in his eyes, and it makes her feel bold. Slowly, she wraps her hand around his length and starts to stroke him, marveling at how it feels in her hand.

"How does it feel?" she asked, her eyes flickering up to meet his.

"It feels amazing," John replied, his breath catching in his throat as Tiffany stroked him a little faster. "Just take your time."

Tiffany smiled nervously but continued to explore him with her hands. She marveled at the way he responded to her touch, growing harder and more sensitive with each stroke. She spent several minutes just playing with him, feeling the weight of his sac and the soft skin of his length, getting more and more comfortable with him.

John's breathing grew heavier, and he reached out to touch her hair, running his fingers through it as she worked. "That feels so good," he said, his voice low and husky. "You have no idea."

Tiffany blushed, but continued to explore him, her curiosity growing with each passing moment. She leaned in closer, studying him intently as she stroked him, and he moaned softly as she caressed his sac.

"Is this okay?" Tiffany asked again, looking up at him with wide eyes.

John nodded; his eyes closed in pleasure as she continued to work. Tiffany takes a deep breath and looks up at John, her nerves written all over her face. "I've never used my mouth before," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

John looks down at her with a mixture of amusement and encouragement. "It's okay, Tiff. Just do whatever you want to do," he says, running his fingers through her hair.

Tiffany nods, taking a deep breath before leaning down and pressing her lips to the tip of his length. She's surprised at how smooth and warm it feels against her lips, and she hesitates for a moment before opening her mouth and taking him in.

John gasps as he feels her mouth close around him, and Tiffany feels a sense of pride at the reaction she's elicited. She starts by just taking him in as far as she can, her hands holding onto his hips for support. Tiffany pulled back slightly from John and looked up at him, unsure of what to do next. "You okay?" she asked nervously.

John let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I'm good. That felt amazing, Tiff."

Tiffany smiled, feeling a sense of pride wash over her. "Good. I want to keep going."

John nodded; his eyes fixed on her. "Whatever you want."

Tiffany took a deep breath and took him back into her mouth, this time swirling her tongue around the head before taking him deeper. She felt him twitch in response and a small moan escaped his lips.

"God, Tiffany," he groaned. "That's good."

Tiffany felt a surge of confidence and began to move her head up and down, taking him in deeper with each stroke. John's hands found their way to her hair, holding it out of her face as she worked.

Tiffany was determined to give John the best blowjob of his life, so she carefully listened to his reactions as she tried different techniques. She started by bobbing her head up and down, taking him in as deep as she could. She felt his hands on the back of her head, guiding her movements and urging her to take him deeper.

Encouraged by his response, she took a deep breath and tried something new. She swirled her tongue around the head of his length, eliciting a groan from John. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. "That feels amazing, Tiff."

Tiffany smiled, pleased with herself, and continued to experiment. She tried using more pressure with her tongue, running it up and down the underside of his length. She could feel him twitching in response and she knew she was doing something right. She varied her speed and angle, trying to find the perfect combination to drive him wild.

She paused for a moment and looked up at him, her lips still wrapped around him. "Do you like that?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled.

John's response was a guttural groan, and he pulled her back down onto him. Tiffany took it as a yes and continued her exploration, determined to make him come undone.

She reached up with one hand to fondle his balls, gently massaging them as she continued to move her mouth up and down his length. "Oh, fuck," John moaned. "You're so good at this, Tiff."

The more she tries, the more into it she gets. She feels a sense of empowerment, knowing that she's making John feel this good. She's not sure how long she goes on for, but eventually, she feels him gently pulling her off him, his breathing heavy.

Tiffany looks up at him, a mixture of pride and disappointment written all over her face. "Did I do okay?" she asks.

John pulls her up to him, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "You did more than okay," he says, smiling. "That was incredible." John shifted his weight and propped himself up on his elbow, looking at Tiffany. "So, what position do you want to do it in?" he asked, his voice soft and patient.

Tiffany hesitated, unsure of how to answer. She had never really thought about it before. "I don't know," she finally replied, her voice small.

John smiled kindly at her. "It's okay, take your time. Think about it and let me know when you're ready."

Tiffany nodded, grateful for his understanding. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to picture herself in different positions. Doggy style seemed too aggressive, missionary too vanilla. She opened her eyes and looked up at John. "Can we do it...with me on top?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

John nodded. "Sure, that's a great position for your first time. We can go at your pace."

Tiffany felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Okay," she said softly. "Let's do it." John and Tiffany moved into a comfortable position on the bed, with Tiffany straddling John's hips. She was nervous but excited to finally have sex. John could see the mix of emotions on her face and reached up to gently stroke her cheek.

"You ready for this?" John asked, his voice low and reassuring.

Tiffany nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes, I'm ready."

John smiled and guided her hand to the bedside table, where a box of condoms was sitting. "Can you grab one for me?" he asked.

Tiffany hesitated before speaking up. "Actually, I have an IUD," she said softly.

John's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh, okay. That's great then," he replied, a small grin on his face.

Tiffany straddled John's lap, feeling the heat between her legs and the weight of his arousal pressing against her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she positioned herself above him. John's large hands rested on her hips, guiding her movements as she tried to find the right angle.

"Good girl," John said, his voice low and reassuring. "You're doing great. Just take it slow."

Tiffany nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. As she lowered herself down onto him, she felt a sharp pang of pain, but it quickly gave way to a wave of pleasure. She moaned softly, feeling his length stretching and filling her in a way she had never experienced before.

"It's okay, Tiff," John whispered, noticing the slight grimace on her face. "Just relax and take it easy."

Tiffany nodded, biting her lip as she adjusted to his size. She slowly began to move, rising and falling on his shaft, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

As the minutes ticked by, Tiffany grew more and more comfortable with the rhythm of their movements. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his, her fingers trailing over his skin.

"Oh, god," she moaned, feeling her body responding to him in ways she had never imagined. "This feels so good."

"Jesus, you're tight," John groaned, and Tiffany couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of confidence. John's hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as he began to thrust up into her. The sensation was overwhelming, and Tiffany felt a familiar tightening in her stomach.

"I'm gonna come," she gasped, her movements becoming more frantic as the pleasure intensified.

"Let go, baby," John growled, thrusting even harder into her. "Come for me."

She pressed her palms onto John's chest, using it as leverage to thrust harder and faster, and then her whole body tensed up, her toes curling as the pleasure surged through her. It felt like a wave crashing over her, washing away any thoughts or worries she had ever had. She gasped for air, her hips still moving involuntarily as she rode out the orgasm. She collapsed against him, feeling his strong arms wrapping around her as they both caught their breath.

"Fuck," she moaned, her forehead resting against John's as she came down from the high. "That was... amazing."

He grinned at her, looking pleased. "Glad you enjoyed it," he said.

She sat up and looked at him, a mischievous look on her face. "Can we try a different position now?" she asked.

"Sure," he said, sitting up and kissing her deeply. "Which one do you want to try?"

Tiffany thought for a moment, then said, "How about doggy style?" John nodded and stood up.

Tiffany positioned herself on the bed on her hands and knees, arching her back and sticking her butt out. She could feel John's gaze on her, and she blushed as she heard him take a sharp intake of breath. She knew she had a great figure but being scrutinized like this made her feel vulnerable. "Are you ready?" he asked, one hand on her waist and the other guiding himself towards her entrance.

Tiffany took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. "I think so," she replied, her voice a little shaky. As John slowly entered her from behind, Tiffany let out a gasp, feeling the pressure and stretch of his hard shaft. She couldn't help but let out a low moan as he filled her, her body adjusting to his size.

"It feels so big," Tiffany murmured, her voice filled with both discomfort and pleasure.

John paused, concerned. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, it's okay," Tiffany assured him, her voice shaking slightly. "Just give me a moment."

As John began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a smooth, steady rhythm, Tiffany couldn't help but moan softly. The angle of this position allowed him to hit spots she didn't know existed, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She pushed back against him, wanting to feel him deeper.

"How does it feel?" John asked, his voice strained with effort.

"It's... it's amazing," Tiffany replied, struggling to catch her breath. "I've never felt anything like this before." She felt John's grip tighten on her waist, his movements growing more forceful as he pounded into her. Tiffany's body responded eagerly, her hips pushing back against him in a desperate attempt to feel him even deeper inside her.

Tiffany's body was slick with sweat as she writhed beneath John, her breaths coming in short gasps. She could feel her muscles tightening with each thrust, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity. "John," she gasped, "I need to come."

John responded by increasing the pace, his hips slamming into hers with a new level of urgency. He reached around and began rubbing her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Tiffany's head fell back as she cried out in ecstasy, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "Oh fuck," she panted, "I'm coming. I'm coming."

Her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over her. "Please don't stop," she moaned, feeling John's hand working her clit faster and harder. "Please, don't stop."

John picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder as he pounded into her. Tiffany's breaths turned into gasps as she felt him filling her completely with each thrust. She could feel herself getting close again, her body responding to his every move.

"Oh God, harder, John," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.

John groaned in response, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her with a force that threatened to drive her over the edge. Tiffany could feel her orgasm building inside her again, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

"Again, harder," she begged, her voice more urgent this time.

John obliged, slamming into her with even more force, his hips slapping against her ass. Tiffany cried out as the pleasure overtook her, her entire body shaking as she climaxed around him.

As her orgasm subsided, John slowed his movements, pulling out of her and rolling onto his back. Tiffany collapsed next to him, panting, and trying to catch her breath. "Wow," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "That was incredible. Did you...did you finish?" she asked tentatively.

John shook his head. "Not yet. Where do you want me to finish?"

Tiffany's cheeks turned pink as she murmured, "Um, inside me, I think."

John raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you sure? You know that's a risk for pregnancy, right?"

Tiffany nodded, her eyes downcast. "I know. But...I just want to feel it, I guess. It's my first time, and I want to experience everything."

John considered this for a moment before nodding. "Okay. But if you change your mind, just tell me, okay?"

Tiffany nodded and took a deep breath. "Okay."

John leaned in to kiss her, then shifted his weight to line himself up with her entrance. As he slowly pushed inside, Tiffany looked down between her legs to watch. John's shaft was thick and hard, and as he slid inside her, Tiffany couldn't help but feel amazed at the sight. She had never been so intimate with a man before, and watching as her folds parted and stretched around his girth was both overwhelming and exhilarating.

As he continued to penetrate her, she could feel her body opening to accommodate him, her muscles relaxing and stretching to allow him deeper inside. She watched as his shaft disappeared inside her, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Oh god," she moaned as he filled her up. "It's...it's so much."

John paused, his hands on her hips, as he waited for her to adjust. "You okay?"

Tiffany nodded; her eyes shut tight. "Yeah, just give me a second."

Once she had relaxed a bit, John began to move, thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Tiffany moaned and arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets. "God, that feels amazing," she moaned, her eyes still fixed on the sight of him sliding in and out of her.

John leaned in to kiss her again, his movements slow and measured as he began to rock his hips back and forth. Tiffany could feel his shaft pulsing inside her, and she couldn't help but gasp as he hit that same spot again.

As he continued to move, Tiffany could feel the sensations intensifying, her body becoming more and more sensitive to his touch. She was completely lost in the moment, her whole world centered on the feeling of him inside her.

And then, just as she thought it couldn't get any better, John began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. Tiffany could feel her body responding, her muscles tightening around him as she approached her own climax.

"Harder," she breathed, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she urged him on.

He obliged, and soon his movements were almost violent, his hips slamming into hers with incredible force. Tiffany could feel the pressure building inside her, her body teetering on the edge of release.

And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense that she thought she might pass out. Her body convulsed around him, her muscles clenching and releasing as the orgasm washed over her.

Breathlessly, Tiffany gasped, "Are you close?"

John's hands tightened on her, and he groaned in response, "Yeah, I'm getting there."

Tiffany's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched John's face contort with pleasure. She could feel his body tense up, and she knew he was getting close. She was surprised by her own eagerness as she whispered, "Please, I want you to come inside me," feeling a bit embarrassed but unable to help herself.

John's thrusts grew even more frenzied, and she could feel the power of his hips slamming into hers. The bed was creaking under them as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

"Oh, god, John," she gasped, feeling him hit a spot deep inside her that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. "Right there, don't stop."

His thrusts became even harder, and Tiffany winced slightly at the force of it. She felt like she was being completely consumed by him, and it was the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced.

"I'm gonna come," he growled, his movements becoming even more erratic.

Tiffany's body shook with pleasure as she felt him release inside her, his shaft swelling and pulsing inside her as his cum flooded her insides. She moaned loudly, feeling the intense warmth spreading through her as she leaned up to kiss him, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.