George's Emergence into Sexual Experience Chapter 2

George's Emergence into Sexual Experience Chapter 2

Chapter Two

I highly suggest you read the first chapter to acquaint yourself with George and the girls before diving into this tale. All individuals mentioned in these stories are over the age of eighteen.

Returning to university, I had lost my virginity as well as my fear of nudity, hence I was determined to capitalize on the opportunities that college provided. Despite sharing a room with Tony, there was still the issue of privacy while engaging in physical pleasures. However, a fortunate event transpired. Mrs. Flint's careless son accidentally set the kitchen on fire while she was away from home. The kitchen was severely damaged, and the entire house sustained smoke damage. Mrs. Flint requested the university to find suitable lodging for us; thus, we relocated to two individual rooms in the student accommodations.

The academic community soon became aware of our new living situation, and the Byefield House residents appeared more amiable towards me. Upon learning that I was no longer a virgin and had a respectable eight-inch penis, I was delighted by Jane's decision to court me. She confidently sent me an invitation to her room, stating that she desired our company for "coffee." I tactfully informed her that I didn't possess any coffee to offer, but she graciously ignored my answer and arrived at my residence anyway. Initially, she only had coffee on her mind, but her intentions swiftly changed when within the confines of my living space.

Jane playfully led me onto the bed, initiating a passionate kiss. We exchanged heated kisses before disrobing completely. Her b$reasts were 36D, and I instantly became aroused. My hard cock prompted her to suck on it with gusto. Her relentless oral stimulation left me climaxing within moments. Fantasizing about s*xual satisfaction, she guided me to her lower bdy parts and engaged in intense sxual intimacy for over half an hour. Her vigorous grunting indicated her satisfaction, and my throbbing manhood rose once more. I took the initiative and penetrated her with a condom. When I was almost out of energy, she removed the protective barrier and sat on top of me, riding me until we both reached orgasm. Cuddling in my single bed, we fell asleep until the sun rose. I awoke to Jane tending to my early morning erection like a likewise bewitched creature. Doubtless, we repeated the preceding day's activities, generating sheer delight. After my shower, I defended my spot in line at the men's restroom while Jane relieved herself, and we headed to the dining hall for breakfast, sharing happy grins.

Although this was only the beginning, the Co-Ed college I attended was previously an all-female school, resulting in a 9:1 ratio of females to males. I felt like an intruding animal in a bird enclosure. I attended the gym frequently, shaping my body into a smooth physique. News of my form flourished in the college, and many females exhibited attraction to me. When I encountered an alluring woman around the premises, I offered her a date, and nine out of ten agreed. Extension of their unheard-of experiences also became a fairly customary procedure. I ardently guided these ladies through their inaugural trysts, regularly receiving thanks and often their eagerness for continued fraternization. My lengthy, eight-inch cock treated all equally. Throughout the academic year, I indulged in an exuberant love affair with everyone from Byefield House who participated in the "naked party." I continuously reflected on that night, acknowledging the auspicious beginning to my sexual liveliness.

There are some encounters from that year that remain deeply engrained in my memory.

Greta was one of the Byefield House girls with ash-blonde hair and glamorous model characteristics. She was thin, as tall as me, and had b*reasts that appeared slightly too large on her slender frame. Ironically, she had a reputation for being a distant 'ice queen.'

One day, loneliness permeated the dining room while my friends had abandoned me for a lecture. Greta approached me, inquiring if she could join my company. I was intrigued, as I had yet to communicate with her previously.

With a faintly shy demeanor, she inquired, "George, may I ask for your guidance?"

"Certainly," I proclaimed, "in what manner may I assist you?"

She geffiendishly blushed crimson and whispered, "I'm quite shy. Could you assist me in breaking free from my shell? I wish to be as outgoing as the other girls."

I was happy to assist if possible, I stated. "Should we find a private spot to converse? If that's fine with you, are you available now?"

"Alright, could we go to your room? I still reside in the shared dormitory at Byefield House."

Once in the confines of my room, she unleashed a reserve speech: "George, I'm painfully shy, particularly with males - I attended an all-girls' school prior to university. Men often gawk at me and they make remarks, and I merely know how to handle that. They probably think I'm arrogant or consider themselves superior, but that's not true. I just don't know what to say or do? I wish to be like the other girls and flirt with the boys and possibly have a boyfriend, but I simply don't know how to initiate it."

I contemplated how I could aid, then I responded. "Greta, you're an awe-inspiring girl. The majority of guys I know would adore to date you. All I'm saying is that you merely need to unwind and be yourself. Imagine you've erected a barrier around yourself as a means of protection. It's time to take a deep breath and remove those defenses. The guys are people like you. Most of us are as frightened within as you are. We merely get used to being forceful to obtain what we want."

Greta couldn't fathom that I was fearful too. She contested: "You didn't seem afraid, George, you participated in the Byefield House party, and you gave an exhibition in front of us."

"Greta, I was petrified!" I countered. "I only agreed to do it due to Jane's intimidation. She threatened to inform on me for cohabiting with Mary in her dormitory after the party."

Greta was obviously astonished and argued back: "Well you definitely didn't seem afraid! You put on quite the performance and removed all your garments in front of a room packed with girls."

"Exactly my point, Greta. I was terrified, but I overcame my dread and made myself relax. I began to enjoy it as well as I received a positive reaction from the girls. Remember, you too disrobed and participated in the festivities."

"Yes, I did." She acknowledged, "However, I was intoxicated and I merely followed along with the crowd."

"Did you relish dancing unclothed?" I inquired. "You overcame your reservations due to the booze and the group dynamic. You don't have to be drunk to overcome your reservations. And once you do, you'll likely start to enjoy it."

"I think I comprehend," she hesitantly said. "But how should I commence?"

"Merely ask me on a date." I dared. "You won't be dismissed, therefore there's no risk for you," I suggested.

She appeared perplexed and queried: "You imply you'd genuinely take me on a date?"

"Of course," I answered. "I'd be devoid of my senses to deny such a stunning woman. Why don't we go view a movie tonight and have a beverage together afterwards?"

"Sure, George, that sounds incredibly pleasing. I'd relish doing that." She agreed. "Is there something else you'd like to inquire, whilst we're here?"

"Go ahead!" I urged, thinking I had some expectation about what was to come next.

She blushed once more and stammered: "It's about the sex thing. I wouldn't be aware of how to initiate that."

I smiled at this and comforted her, "You don't need to stress about that, Greta, sex is the most natural thing in the world. Should you feel excited and drawn, merely go with the flow. You'll most likely start with kissing and then progress from there, investigating each other's body. If it feels gratifying and you yearn to progress, merely let it occur. But both parties must agree. Never tolerate anyone coercing you or attempting to convince you to indulge in anything you do not want to participate in."

She appeared reassured by this guidance. "OK, but the kissing might be the most challenging component. I've never kissed anyone on the lips prior. Furthermore, I wouldn't know how to initiate that."

"I can assist you with that!" I beamed. "Just unwind!" [Does this work?]

You pulled her toward you and gazed into her eyes, noticing her fear caused by your sudden movement. You just hugged her and smoothed the back of her light ash blonde hair until she relaxed. "You're so gorgeous, Greta," I murmured in her ear. "Wouldn't you like to kiss me?" I leaned in and gently kissed her neck, savoring her natural warmth alongside the flowery perfume she wore. She let out a breath of nervousness as I looked back into her mesmerizing face, and as our eyes met, I saw her lips slightly part. This was the moment. I knew she was ready for her first kiss. I guided her closer to me and kissed her delicately on the lips. At first, her lips felt hard and unyielding, but soon she eased up and her lips met mine and softened as she reciprocated the kiss. I didn't rush things, and we enjoyed the tender kiss together. I held her firmly and caressed her shoulders and back gently to calm her, and was rewarded as her mouth opened like a flower when the kiss became more passionate.

As we parted ways after the kiss, Greta gasped: "Oh my, I didn't realize it would be like that. There was nothing to be afraid of. I loved it!"

She kissed me again and ran her hands up and down my chest. Then she moved her hands to the back of my head and ruffled my hair. This was turning me on a lot, and I began to imagine having real sex with this blonde beauty. I didn't want to scare her by going too fast, however. I decided to continue after our date night with her awakening.

Our date night went very well. We watched a romantic movie at the neighborhood cinema. At one emotional scene in the movie, Greta reached out and held my hand for comfort. I didn't oppose this, and grabbed the opportunity to wrap my arm around her and embrace her closely. She reciprocated by leaning her head against my shoulder. After the movie, we went to Mario's for pizza, and then to the local pub for a drink. When I dropped her off at Byefield House, she thanked me for a fantastic night and leaned in for a long goodnight kiss. I sensed that she would ask me if we could push boundaries, and, as I had guessed, she did. The subsequent day, she sat next to me at lunch and asked if she could visit my room in the evening. I was obviously not going to reject her, knowing she had decided to set aside her shyness and delve deeper into her sexuality with me.

That night, Greta knocked on my door, and as soon as she entered, she eagerly kissed me. We stood there locking lips for a while, then I guided her toward my bed. These tiny student rooms were rather small and with minimal furniture. In addition to the bed, there was only an armchair, a desk and chair, a wardrobe, and bedside drawers. As our kisses became more fervent, it was evident that both of us were getting highly aroused. Greta lovingly caressed my chest and explored my coverings, while I unbuttoned my shirt to give her better access. She returned the favor by unbuttoning the front of her blouse to showcase her stunning white lacy bra covering her exquisite boobs. It was evident by now that this was the game's start, and she was willing to proceed.

I silently thanked my stars that we had already witnessed each other naked, so we had already surmounted that obstacle. She made no protests when I removed my shirt and aided her in disrobing hers. I gently nuzzled a trail of sweet kisses beginning behind her ear, down her jawline to her shoulder, until I reached the deep valley between her glorious swelling breasts. I nestled my face into this warm, inviting space, inhaling and relishing her aroma and sweet fragrance. She allowed me to cup one of those beauties and gently massage the nipple through her garment. As I persisted, she started to whimper, and I took this as a sign that she was relishing it. I daringly reached behind and unclasped her bra.

"Oh, you mischievous little fellow!" she chastised me, but her eyes sparkled with mischief and approval.

I gripped the shoulder straps and marveled at the sight I was witnessing. Her chest was breathtaking. Entirely formed, perky and large at the same time. Her nipples were a delicate shade of light pink and her areolas were only slightly darker. They were the ideal complement to her ethereal complexion and platinum blonde hair. Without wanting to startle her by being overly aggressive, I proceeded with caution and massaged her magnificent breasts. I brushed my fingertips gently over her sensitive skin, making sure to avoid her nipples. She shivered and goose bumps formed. I inquired if she was cold and she informed me that it felt exquisite. Emboldened by this response, I kissed her passionately for a few moments before I trailed kisses down her neck. I paused to nuzzle into the crevice of her shoulder and then proceeded further onto her breast. I traced circular patterns around the areola with the tip of my tongue and observed the nipple stiffen and stick out further as it became harder. I concluded that it was ready for more stimulation and locked my lips onto it. Greta grabbed the back of my head and moaned her approval. Having given this one my full focus, I moved to the other breast to replicate the process and got the same reaction.

At this point, my erection was stretching the fabric of my trousers and Greta remarked on my "thing" becoming hard. I divulged that it was so hard that it was becoming painful and expected to be set free from its confinement.

She chuckled and said, "Well, then remove them! I've already seen what you've got!"

She indeed made a compelling point, but I chose to participate in our playful striptease. We both made a scene of taking off our remaining clothes while humming "Stripper" music.

As Greta removed her white lacy underwear, I realized something was different here. At the Byefield House event, every single one of the girls had a natural hairy pubic region. Some more than others. I presumed at the time that this was because they never anticipated becoming nude that evening, hence not enough time to perform a pubic grooming session. Presently, however, Greta's genital region was as naked as it had ever been. It was the most beautiful pussy I'd ever seen. A fleshy vulva with a slim opening and no visible inner lips. Her clitoris was hidden under a subtle V-shaped hood. Greta was clearly uncomfortable and attempting to conceal her shyness, so I refrained from drawing attention to it. Instead, I complimented her exquisite body and told her that she had the sexiest figure in the room. She appeared pleased by this and made no effort to hide her nakedness. She did, however, ogle my formidable erection and claimed it looked even larger than when she had previously seen it. I quipped that she was merely closer to it now. She reached for it to hold, yet I had a different strategy in mind.

"Yes, Greta, you can do that," I teased. "But not now. I want to appreciate your fantastic body first and I believe you'll appreciate it too!"

With that, I retrieved some scented massage oil and took one of her tiny feet. I coated it with a few drops of oil and administered a sensual foot massage. She enjoyed it, so I continued with the other foot. I proceeded with great care, determined to relax her and arouse her simultaneously. I believed this plan was working, so I dripped a few drops of oil along her legs and progressively moved upward, gliding my hands over her delicate, fair skin, then applying pressure to her muscles. When I reached her thighs, I halted and kissed her inner thighs gently. I took a moment to clock her stunning pussy, then gently pushed her thighs apart to get a closer look. She instinctively tried to close her legs, but I softly consoled her, assuring her that her pussy was exquisite and I would not harm her.

Her immediate instinct was to close her legs once more, but I gently coaxed her into embracing her natural appearance by reassuring her that her pussy was hypnotically attractive and I would not cause any discomfort.

She loosened up and let me spread her beautiful thighs slightly apart. I moved between her legs and leaned closer, inhaling the enticing aroma of her arousal. I commented on how lovely her pussy smelled and jokingly suggested she should bottle it to drive me crazy. As her outer lips spread, I gently blew on her inner folds and was happy to see them turn a deeper shade of red. I didn't want to overwhelm her too soon, so I continued up her body with the oil and massage. I massaged her flat belly in circular motions, then made my way to her breathtaking breasts. I gave her lovely cleavage a firmer rub this time, carefully pressing my fingers into her firm flesh, lifting them, and massaging the oil into her pristine skin. I steered clear of her areolas and nipples to ramp up the sexual tension. Delighted by her moans and purrs, I put my lips and tongue to work on her nipples and observed as she displayed the first signs of a nearby orgasm.

This was precisely what I'd been aiming for. I aimed to bring her to blissful orgasms as an introduction to the wonders of making love. I spent some time playing with her breasts, enjoying her wonderful tits with my fingertips. She was soon breathing heavily and lost in her own world of pleasure. I moved on towards her sex and placed my palm against her vulva. Then I gently patted it to escalate her arousal and make it swell with blood. At this moment, her legs spread apart to reveal her tender folds. I had a small jar of coconut oil nearby. I dipped my fingers into it and traced her inner lips. She gasped and spread her legs wider. Encouraged by this, I caressed her innermost parts with a fingertip, avoiding her clit and her opening for now. I took my time in this manner. I could feel her enjoyment rising, but I wasn't ready to let her orgasm yet.

When I sensed she was prepared, I coated my index finger with more coconut oil and carefully slid it between her inner labia. She let out a soft gasp and spread her legs even wider. It felt so good to please her in this way. I knew from my earlier experiences and online research that teasing in this manner would develop intense orgasms. I sensed that she was close. When she took my hand and pressed it against her tiny clitoris, I knew that we were almost there. When she let go, I swiftly moved my mouth to her clit and licked it sweetly. She gasped as she neared the pinnacle.

She grabbed my head and pressed it into her sex forcefully, screaming: "Oh, so good, don’t stop, please don't stop!"

I certainly had no intention of stopping, as I'd taken her to the pinnacle. I continued to lick, suck, and nibble her clit while carefully monitoring her reactions. When her grip on my head loosened, I was ready to transition to her nipples. I released her clit and gently pinched one of them, causing her to jolt and let out a loud scream of pleasure. She once more bucked her hips and her entire body convulsed as she experienced a whole-body orgasm. I stopped the stimulation when she gasped: "Enough! Enough!", but her orgasm continued for a few moments beyond that. Gradually, she calmed down, looking at me with a radiant smile on her face.

Wow, George, that was incredible! I don't know how you do that, but I love it!

She wrapped her arms around me and we remained entwined in a delightful embrace for some time, simply savoring our naked skin contact. When she regained her composure, she noticed that my penis was still partially erect and inquired: "Now, what can I do for you, sir?"

"Well," I said, "There are fast ways and slow ways." You may have witnessed the quick approach in action at the Byefield House party as my penis was stimulated heavily by those young women. Personally, I prefer the slow way since it increases sexual tension and leads to an all-consuming orgasm. Just like you've just experienced."

"Judging by how impressed you are, I'd rather try the slow way," she remarked, displaying her growing confidence and stubbornness.

I felt pleased and amused by her honesty and eagerness to learn.

I instructed her, "Well, my nipples are comparably sensitive to yours, so let's start there."

"Alright,” she replied. "How do I go about it?"

I shifted down the bed until I could present her with my nipples.

"Just play with them by squeezing, licking, sucking, and gently nibbling. Make it up as you go along. You'll know if I'm enjoying it."

Her fingers glided across my chest, pinching my nipple gently. It quickly stiffened into a hard nub. She gave a little squeak of excitement and tentatively stuck out her tongue. When her saliva wet my nipple, I felt an immediate jolt of electricity. I moaned in pleasure. Encouraged by her success, she continued to focus on my nipple until I was writhing in ecstasy. She tried out every technique mentioned before. By the time she reached biting, my nipple was so hard and sensitive that I begged her to stop. I felt like I might orgasm just from nipple play. I told her to pay attention to my other nipple too, and it felt equally amazing.

While she was still stimulating my nipple, she moved her hand down to my penis. It was still semi-erect, but as soon as she gently squeezed the head and slid my foreskin back, it tightened instantly in her hand and she commented on it.

"It's getting hard. Am I doing good?" she questioned.

I responded, "You're doing great. You're definitely a natural!"

She beamed with pride and continued to pleasure my nipples and my cock at the same time until it was time to move on.

"Now, I want you to kneel between my legs and play with my cock for a bit. Just be gentle and take your time, teasing him." She complied, and I could feel my desire growing.

She inquired, "What do you want me to do next?"

I smiled on the inside because I knew she'd never done this before, but I was happy that she was eager to learn.

"Alright, you can start by simply kissing the top of it to get used to it. Then, slowly peel the foreskin back and lick the head like it's a lollipop."

She was quick to follow my instructions and soon was licking and slurping the head of my penis like a pro. It felt amazing. I decided it was time for something new.

"Perfect. Now you can take it a bit further into your mouth and purse your lips as it slides into your mouth. Be careful not to let your teeth touch it; it's painful. While it's in your mouth, you can use your tongue to lick the underside of the helmet. That's called the frenulum, and it's incredibly sensitive. Hold my cock with one or both hands, then move your head up and down to slide your lips back and forward along it as it goes in and out. When you get the hang of that, you can also suck it while it goes backwards and forwards."

Oh my goodness! Did I call that girl a natural? I was in heaven as she played with my penis. Feeling my arousal rising, she sped up her head motion.

"Slow down, Greta! Try to drag it out to tease and please me, just like I did to you. Give my testicles a massage, too."

She slowed down and it felt utterly divine. I tried to savor the pleasure and maintain self-control to avoid climaxing too soon. Greta was a quick study and was determined to make me feel amazing. She must have felt the cock harden and pull up my balls because, just as I was about to let go of my control, she suddenly grabbed my other nipple forcefully and pulled it all the while sucking on my penis, causing me to shoot my climax out of my body.

I shouted, "I'm cumming! Pull away now!"

She did so just in time to avoid swallowing my cum. She held my penis vertically, and as my body released dozens of jets of white cum, it shot into my belly.

She inquired, "Was that ok? Was it enjoyable?"

"It was more than just good," I replied. "It was absolutely fantastic!"

I apologized for my vulgar language, but she didn't seem to mind.

Greta said that she had learned a lot that night because she had thought sex was just about sexual intercourse. I told her there was so much more to discover.

We curled up naked on my bed until eleven o'clock, then I drove her back to Byefield House. We shared a sweet goodnight kiss on the porch. I was convinced that by the end of the week, all the girls at Byefield House would have heard about it.

A few weeks later, Greta sat down next to me in the dining room after lunch and told me she was prepared for Part Two. I was unsure what she meant, so I inquired for clarification.

She confided, "I want you to have sex with me, silly!"

I whence "I wasn't sure what you meant. Let me know."

She chuckled and said, "I want you to make love to me."

So, arms around her, I led Greta into the empty classroom and worked up a sweat. When we returned to Byefield House and climbed into bed, Greta was glowing. We didn't part ways until the nursing students dormitory lights were switched off, and we parted with a sweet goodnight kiss. I had no doubt that everyone in Byefield House would soon know the details.

It was stunning to think about how much we had progressed since the Byefield House party, where both of us had presented ourselves naked in front of the other females. In the time that had passed, I had shared intimate moments with various ladies but never really imagined that stunning, but timid, Greta would ever find herself among my bedsheets. She was a delightful girl and I would've been entirely content maintaining our friendship. Yet, I now found myself stuck in a difficult predicament. I fervently desired to possess her due to her unearthly beauty and sensual body. However, I was keen to prevent her from perceiving us as lovers alone. My newfound liberty was something I held dear.

I replied, my voice soft with longing: "Greta, are you positive you're prepared for this?" I almost hoped she would report otherwise. "Come to my room at seven tonight and we'll discourse about it."

She consented immediately and we proceeded our separate routes for the afternoon.

After supper, I returned to my chamber and wrestled ethically with the quandary plaguing me. I hadn't sculpted a resolution by the time Greta arrived at seven.

I settled on permitting her to initiate the conversation. "Greta, do you believe you're prepared?"

She appeared resolute and divulged to me: "George, you've aided me immensely in conquering my shyness and embracing my body and sexuality. I've discerned that males have started regarding me disparately and I've even dabbled in a spot of flirtation with them. I no longer yearn to play the timid maiden. I want to learn and indulge. I feel I'm ready for the act and I want to execute it with you. You're the only guy I trust and you've already taught me so much. I sense an affinity with you, even when we're both nude."

I pondered for a while, only to respond: "Greta, I've relished aiding you in your journey to overcome your fearfulness and our sexual endeavors have been awesome. However, there's something critical you need to grasp and realize. We're both just eighteen and standing at the nascent mark in our lives as adults. Physiologically and mentally, we're prepared for intercourse, but neither of us is ready for a romantic affiliation that disallows all others. We both must sample and dabble, before settling into an interminable partnership. Do you comprehend?"

She chuckled: "Yes, I do understand. You crave intercourse with me and to amuse yourself with me, but you don't wish me to be your girlfriend because there are so many other girls, and possibly even boys, you yearn to have intercourse with. Is this accurate?"

This was appearing to be a positive development. It seemed we might both be on the same frequency.

"What is your perspective about that Greta?" I questioned.

"I altogether grasp, George. And I concur. I adore you as a friend and we've had an abundance of amusement together. You've assisted me in evolving from a fearful little girl to a fully-fledged woman, and now it's time for us both to move on before we become excessively enamored. There is one request that I require you to accommodate, though."

I knew what was approaching. She continued: "I desire you to penetrate me. I covet you to take my maidenhead. I've begun taking the pill, as you instructed. However, I cannot deny that I'm terrified!"

With all that out in the open, I assumed control of the predicament. I refused to utter another word. I solely advanced towards her, wrapped my arms around her, and embraced her. I sensed her breasts pushing against my torso and my penis hardened in my trousers. I caressed my face against her neck and lavished kisses from behind her ear to her shoulder. I discerned her relax into my armory and I peered into her eyes. In her gaze, I saw a 'kiss me and make love to me' expression if there ever was one. Her lips parted as an implicit welcome, and we merged our lips in a scorching kiss. We continued kissing as we removed our attire until we lay down on my bed, bare and comfortable with one another.

We dissected each other's physique with our hands and then with our lips and tongues. We were both so turned on, so prepared. My penis was suddenly as firm as a steel club. I stimulated and tugged on her exquisite bosoms until both of us were groaning with delight and trepidation. I slid down the bed into a kind of side-by-side sixty-nine position. I buried my face between her thighs and swiftly inhaled the provocative scent of her lubrication. I sensed her gently caressing my penis as she explored my folds with her tongue. When she enveloped my indomitable penis into her moist, warm mouth, I was struck by a jolt of cortical excitement and arousal. She gasped when I gently prodded my flexible tongue into her incalculably minuscule orifice for the very first time. We persisted in this manner, pleasuring each other, until we both felt it fitting to proceed to the main affair.

I repositioned my body yet again and regarded into her eyes and inquired: "Greta, are you wholeheartedly convinced that you desire this?"

"Indeed, it's George," she responded with a tremble in her voice, "but I'm anxious. I've seen your penis. I comprehend its size, and I'm concerned it might not fit into me. It could cause such intense pain that we'll be unable to engage in intercourse. I don't want you to be disillusioned."

I attempted to soothe her, speaking in a calming tone. "Greta, you must rely on me. The vagina has the ability to stretch significantly, accommodating even the largest cocks. While it may cause discomfort initially, eventually, you'll enjoy it. I'll ensure that."

"Alright, but approach with caution and don't go at an excessive pace. I'll inform you if it's unbearable."

In response, I pulled out a condom and lubricant from my bedside drawer. I smeared lubricant on my finger and gently rubbed it atop her genitals. She moaned as I massaged it across her pussy lips before lightly sliding my finger into her. Once her entrance was lubricated, I rolled the condom down my erect member and applied more lubricant to it.

I knelt between her legs. I observed her virginal pussy and glided the tip of my manhood across her vulva, focusing on her clitoris. I intended to make this first time as pleasurable as possible, so she could be prepared and receptive. I continued this until she was purring with pleasure. I then inserted the tip of my phallus into her tightly sealed opening and gently grinded my body on top of hers to accustom her to the invasive contact. She initially stiffened, but I continued the grind until she felt more at ease. I pushed in a bit further in. Upon sensing the resistance of her hymen, I decided it was time to commit. I thrust my hips forward and broke through the slight deterrence, penetrating her almost instantly, plunging my cock deep within her.

She uttered a loud "Oooooh!" which slightly alarmed me but then she held on to my buttocks and indicated for me to continue. With a grin on my face, I made love to her slowly and deeply, allowing her pussy to become accustomed to the length and width of my instrument. She even began to assist in guiding my movement. I alternated my rhythm to heighten the pleasure for both of us. On occasion, I retreated nearly all the way out of her, letting only the suggestion of my penis attend to her entrance. Then, in one fluid movement, I shoved my entire 8-inch cock into her. I was cautious at the termination of these thrusts in case she experienced discomfort due to my cock caressing her cervix. Greta was unbothered by this and I suspect my phallus touched her cervix with each stroke. As we found our pace, I increased the fervor of my lovemaking. We both gasped for air as I throttled my velocity, introducing a bit of anger into my movements. We eventually broke for a moment, enabling me to squeeze her plump breasts in both of my hands and lavish her nipples with my lips. I perceived that Greta was on the cusp of climax, so I reentered her in a headlong fashion and re-established the vigorous fucking. Soon, she was vocalizing and her vagina was contracting around my erect phallus.

She inexplicably cried out: "Don't cease! Fuck me harshly. I long for you to ejaculate within me!"

At this moment, I lost all control. I fucked her like an unrestrained animal and, thus, culminated with a violent eruption in my balls, spewing string after string of semen into the condom and her pussy.

And thus, both naked, we dozed off in my tiny bed, intertwined in each other's arms. She remained with me that night, whereupon our connection resulted in the experience of multiple orgasms both during the night and in the early morning hours.

Afterwards, we did not establish a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, rather a more casual, somewhat sexual partnership. We would meet sporadically for some hot sex or simply to enjoy a date.

Throughout my collegiate years, I provided girls with assistance in losing their virginity.

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