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It was as if my senses were pushed into overdrive, and I could feel my pussy walls clench and contract and expand against his cock, releasing fluids as it claimed him.
“Ah!” I whimpered as he pushed deeper, stretching me more.
“You’re so tight, Rory. You’re perfect.”
“Oh, God, oh...” I grabbed his bare back, digging my nails into his skin as he filled me up. He continued moving, deep and slow. I felt his weight on my body, and my moans became louder.
My legs widened on their own, pulling more of him into me. It was like a sword finding its way to the right sheath.
“Darling,” he murmured. “You are a vixen. Words fail me.” He pulled his hips back, only to plunge them forward once more, fucking me with hard, deliberate thrusts.
I stared into his eyes as I felt him pound me, his cock ramming into me and generating every feeling I’d ever wanted—pleasure, joy, and an intense kind of release.
He leaned down to kiss me, and I accepted it, kissing him back. Our bodies joined together, and the table wobbled as he raised my hands over my head, going slow, going fast, hard, relentless, unforgiving.
His cock plunged until he vanished completely into me, and then he’d pull back, relish the sight of my yearning pussy, and ram into me again. He continued like this, and by the time he neared climax, I was right on the edge with him.
My panting grew as his thrusts increased in ferocity. I beckoned Professor Taylor with my hand and kissed him hungrily, his tongue playing in my mouth as Noah’s cock penetrated me.
I reached down and took Professor Taylor’s cock into my mouth, desiring it to fill me up. My hand was around Benjamin’s shaft once more, and I lay there, three stunning men bringing me to climax.
Noah’s body seized up at the same time as mine, and I screamed as my orgasm washed over me. Professor Taylor’s kisses drowned my screams, and then there was a second of emptiness, of withdrawal, before Benjamin’s thick shaft was inside me.
It was entirely different. Much thicker, the surface somehow barbed. His plunges were more wild, and I could tell he was ready to come too. I moaned and gasped as he burrowed in and out of my pussy, pounding me but never forgetting that this was new to me.
Discipline. That’s what drove them, besides their passion. And it surprised me, because I’d never thought men could care for women when they were actually in the act. All the talk of cunnilingus and orgasms? I thought those only happened in books and films.
But here I was, and these three hunks actually wanted to make me come first, come again and again. I tried to think, but my mind was as full as the rest of my body. Feelings washed over my senses, and I gave in.
I felt his warmth feed into my pussy, and groaning, he leaned down and kissed my lips.
But I wasn’t done. I looked at Professor Taylor expectantly.
“Are you sure?” he asked. I did not miss the ache in his voice or the dark desire in his eyes.
“More than anything.”
“Then turn around and get on your knees.”
I had no idea what I was doing, but I followed his instructions and soon, I was on the table on all fours, my legs on the edge as I faced the wall.
I had an instant to gather my thoughts before I felt the professor’s cock slide into my sex from behind. I cried out in surprise, not expecting it to go this deep—it felt like he was right on the edge of my cervix!
He began pumping me, one hand firmly gripping my shoulder as the other dipped between my legs, rubbing my clit as he continued fucking me.
“Ugh,” he groaned. “You’re unlike anyone else, Rory. Rare. You’re rare.”
I moaned in response, relishing the feel of his cock slamming hard into me from behind. The constant cadence of our bodies smacking together as his cock slapped into me drove me to the point of insanity. I could feel the heat in my veins.
I cried out as an unexpected orgasm erupted from the sheer force of how deep he was fucking me. Soon, he was chasing my orgasm with his own, groaning as he filled and drained me in the same breath.
When he finally withdrew, I stayed in position for two minutes to just catch my breath. And to acknowledge everything that had just happened.
So, I’d popped my cherry.
It felt less like that and more like I’d popped a beautiful bottle of heady champagne on just the right occasion.
You know, like when you buy this really expensive bottle on a whim, and to justify the purchase, you tell yourself, “I’m going to keep it stored until the time is right.”
