his cock prodding into me. Searching for the secret entrance. Rubbing against my little button and nudging its head between wet lips. He was kissing me lightly, nibbling and biting my lips with his. Even though I was aroused to a peak of desire, I pretended to struggle, wriggling my groin against the head of his prick.

I was groaning with impatience, frantic to feel it inside. In spite of not wanting to be fucked, I just couldn't stop now. No way! It was too late. I'd passed the point of no return. I was as desperate for him as he was for me. Then, suddenly, it was inside me.

So easy! I caught my breath sharply as it slid in, slowly and smoothly. All in slow motion, I felt this thickness invading my fanny. The entry was easy. Folds of warm flesh parted and stretched to accommodate the first cock to enter into my shrine.

I'd lost my virginity. The feeling was absolutely wondrous. Being stretched and filled. Deeper into the soft, slippery tightness. Deeper. Then he began sliding it out. Just as I thought he was going to withdraw it, he thrust it in deep again. Then again. And again. Very slowly at first, thudding into my very centre. It was so tantalising. Breathtaking. Then he started to fuck me a bit faster. I felt it rasping against my clitoris as it plunged in and out.

Suddenly he stopped and paused, the hardness deep inside me. Up to the hilt. I watched him through half-closed eyes. He was concentrating on the luxury of his conquest. I was his slave. The sensation of warm pliant flesh clutching his penis was a triumph for him. Then he started again. Slowly and rhythmically, picking up speed.

He went on like this, starting and stopping, slow and then fast, pausing with it fully embedded, relishing the victory. He took his time. Nothing was hurried. Every stroke was a separate experience to be indulged in; to be cherished. Fingers joined the cock at my fanny, rolling the clitoris.

Eventually, my whole body seemed to spread out like a great swell of the sea, liquid and awash with lechery. The sensation turned into a huge wave. I was on the crest, being carried along, rolling and dipping on a peak of bubbling excitement. It got faster and faster, wilder and wilder, until I tumbled breathless into the huge surge. Spray was everywhere, swamping over me and swilling into every part of my body in a fantastic release of tension. I was moaning and whimpering loudly in his ear, begging for more. My groin jerking up against his, legs as wide as I could stretch them. His awesome stiff cock drilling relentlessly into the centre of my fanny.

It was the most wonderful orgasm I'd ever had. I never knew it could be such an incredible sensation. Wave after wave of rapture swamping me. I realised at that moment that I must have a lot more of this and often. It was like a drug.

Johnnie was still ramming his cock into me pretty hard. Then, with a grunt, he yanked himself out, pressing the shaft hard against my belly. His loins jerked again and again. With each jerk I felt a warm gush between our bellies. He went on thrusting his groin at me, grunting as he spurted several spouts of hot liquid into my bush of hair. After he subsided, he slipped it back into me. But I panicked and pushed him off. I was scared stiff of getting pregnant.

He didn't object or try to force me. He just rolled off, reached for a paper hanky to clean me up. He took his time over it, planting little kisses on my belly, my nipples, and even my clitoris.