The afterglow of my orgasm was sending my body into turmoil. He started to unfasten his belt and I stared at him as I waited to see what was underneath the bulging fabric. If I wasn’t mesmerized by the feeling of pleasure I had experienced, I would have been happy to undress him, but I was barely functional. My eyes even started to glaze over as I felt the soothing sensations of my endorphins releasing. All of that changed in an instant when his pants hit the floor and I saw his cock begin to get even more engorged with his lust. My pussy started to tingle with the anticipation of it even as the fear flooded my veins as I started thinking about it actually going inside of me.

“It’s been a long time since I popped a virgin’s cherry.”  He climbed onto the bed with all twelve inches of his massive cock moving towards my pussy like a guided missile.

“Wait...”  I muttered as the fear shuttered the desire and my legs started to close.

“Don’t be afraid.”  He put a hand on each of my knees. “It’ll only hurt for a little bit. I promise you’ll be begging for it before I’m done.”

“Go slow...”  I begged as I let the tension in my legs release.

“I don’t do slow.”  He shook his head and spread my knees apart.

When I felt the head of his cock against my pussy, I tensed up with concern. My pussy was so saturated with his saliva, my wetness, and my orgasm that the head started to enter before I could even think about it. I felt my vaginal cavity being stretched for his enormous girth. It hurt, but it was a combination of pressure and pain, each of them struggling to dominate my thoughts as the head of his cock disappeared beneath my labia. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip. I felt the pressure intensify as my pussy adjusted to his size, but then I felt his fingers brushing against my face.

“Don’t look away.”  He whispered. “I want you to see how good you make me feel.”

I opened my eyes and looked into his dark colored ovals. A storm brewed beneath the reflection of my face in them. I looked down when I felt his cock being withdrawn and saw him pull the head to the edge of my labia and insert it again. My pussy spread to accommodate him and I heard a grunt of pleasure escape his lips. He was the first man to thrust himself inside of me. He was the first man to ever push his cock inside my virgin pussy. He was Mr. Mistake, and I was certainly making it—I just didn’t want it to stop. Despite the pressure and the building agony of having him stretch me for the pleasure he craved, I was getting wetter and my body was tingling with the same desire I felt when his tongue first caressed my clitoris.

“You’re so tight...”  He moaned. “You feel so good.”

He withdrew his cock from me and pushed it in deeper. I felt him against my hymen. The last symbol of my virginity was his for the taking. He withdrew and plunged his cock against it several times as I gasped from the pressure. He gave it a hard thrust and then his cock shattered the thin webbing of flesh. I felt a sting and then his cock moved past it, stretching the tattered flesh until there was nothing left of my virginity. He held his cock there for a moment to let me adjust. For a man who said he didn’t go slow, he was being a lot gentler than he suggested my first time would be. When my vaginal cavity stretched slightly to accommodate him, he started thrusting against the narrow cavity that remained untouched, pushing the head of his cock further with each insertion.

“Jesus...”  I let out a moan. “I think you just hit my g-spot.”

“I never miss it.”  He grinned as he started to thrust again.

He picked up the pace slightly as he continued pushing his cock inside of me. The size of his cock and the tightness of my pussy kept my g-spot clamped against his cock every time he pushed past it. Even with the pain of having my pussy penetrated for the first time causing it to spasm with discomfort, the feeling of his cock against my g-spot kept me stimulated. The pleasure made the speed of his thrusts bring more pleasure, and even though he continued to slide deeper with every thrust, I was becoming lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I stared at his hips as the last inch of his cock pushed inside of me and I felt the joining of our bodies when his lower abdomen rested against my thighs.

“There we go...”  His pants were a little faster and he started to buck his hips against me.

My pussy was still working to adjust to his girth, but the deep thrusts were slowly becoming heavenly. My body began to quiver as he caused the pressure to build up inside of me again. I had already felt the magic of his tongue, bringing me to a mind-blowing orgasm, but his cock was making that feel like an appetizer. My eyes drifted between the image of his cock and the intense stare he had locked on me. He reached up and squeezed my breasts, holding them for a moment as he slammed his cock into me faster and faster each time, making the thrusts even harder than I ever imagined I could sustain during my first encounter with a man. The pleasure continued to build like a balloon that was soon going to be popped by one of his bliss-coated thrusts across my g-spot.

“It feels so good...”  I let out a moan and started running my hands up his muscular ribs, feeling his abdomen muscles tighten each time he drove himself deep inside of me.

“I’m going to make you cum,”  he said as his hands moved from my breasts and slid around to my back.

His powerful arms lifted me off the bed. He locked on my right hip and held me in the air with a hand on the back of my neck. His thrusts propelled me forward and I started to descend on his cock. Before I got very far, another hard thrust was meeting my hips. I started to push forward against his thrusts, feeling my body craving the magic of another orgasm. My pussy was so tight that it was hard to do much more than wait for his thrust to enrapture me with pleasure again. After several hard thrusts, he pulled me further up until our bodies were pressed against each other. He continued to thrust and I began to rise and fall on his enormous shaft. His lips pressed against my neck and I could smell the scent of his masculine perspiration which covered his torso and his forehead.

“Are you ready to feel me explode inside of you?”  He whispered into my ear and bit down on my earlobe.

“Yes...”  I nodded against his lips.

Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, building the pressure of our combined pleasure. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsating against my pussy, causing it to stretch even more. The intensity of his cock on my g-spot erased any pain that would have accompanied it. I knew I was seconds away from another orgasm. It had built up until the balloon of pleasure had nothing left to offer but an explosion. His body started to shake and his thrusts became more erratic. The feeling of him bucking me on his hips caused my pussy to clench and spasm when the first pop of the orgasm-balloon was felt. He squeezed my hips and slammed his cock in deep. The combination of his cock spasming with his ejaculation and the spasms of my own lust caused the eruption of my orgasm to just roll through my body like a never-ending wave.

“Damn that feels so good...”  My words were almost trapped in my throat as they escaped in a panted moan.

“Oh God...”  He let out a loud growl as another thrust and explosion of pleasure seemed to rip through him, every muscle in his body tightening with the release.

I stared into his eyes as we remained against each other, the combination of our heat resonating and joining together as one. When the final spasms finally settled down, I sank back towards the mattress and he slid his cock out of me. The instant it was gone, there was an intense loneliness from the separation. I was so exhausted I couldn’t focus on anything else except the nirvana of my spent body. He wrapped his arms around me when we were on the bed and pulled me into an embrace. I knew it wouldn’t last. Mr. Mistake didn’t stay the night. I just hoped he would stay there until I was asleep. I could wake up alone, but I just couldn’t go to sleep without the connection of our exhaustion pulling us both towards the calming embrace of sleep.

Just a little longer...  Please don’t leave me yet.

***

THE SUN BROKE THE CLOUDS and slipped between the broken blind that covered my bedroom window. It hit me in the face and I opened my eyes slowly. There was a soreness between my legs that stretched into my abdomen. The images of the event that made it hurt started flashing in my mind and I felt my pussy getting wet just thinking about Max. I rolled to the left and looked at the empty bed beside me. I had been warned not to expect him there, and in a way, I had come to terms with that long before the date was done. He was the one that used and left his victims heartbroken, proclaiming him Mr. Mistake.

“Good morning, Sebastian.”

Sebastian jumped onto my bed and leaned against me. He surveyed the sheets and pressed his nose to the spot where Max spent the night. He looked at me with what seemed like disappointment in his eyes before jumping off the bed and heading downstairs. He was probably hungry and despite the soreness inside of me, I knew I needed to take care of him. I was also in dire need of coffee. I rolled to the side and wrapped my bathrobe around me. Once my slippers were firmly on my feet, I started down the stairs to face the day. I could still smell Max’s scent on me as I descended the stairs. I doubted I would ever see him again unless we randomly met at work, but I was okay with that.  I wasn’t going to be a victim.