My First Time with Leyla: The Thrill of Her Forbidden Entry
My little apartment. Late 70s. Beaux-Arts days. Heart hammering like a jackhammer. Leyla’s there, finally mine. We’d talked. Lunch confession. Her condition: stay virgin. No pussy. But everything else? Open season. Now, alone. Tension thick. She’s on the bed, naked from the waist down. That plump ass, like a ripe peach. Two white mounds begging. My cock throbs. Nervous sweat. First time ever. Not just sex. Her backdoor. Unknown territory. Fingers shake as I grab the lube. She glances back, dark eyes piercing. ‘Go on, Nicolas. Service entrance.’ Voice husky. No turning back. Desire overrides fear. Pulse races. Kneel behind her. Spread those cheeks. Pink ring winks. Tight. Virgin territory for me too. Breathe heavy. Slick the lube on. Cold at first. Then warm. Her body tenses. Mine too. Lean in. Tip kisses her hole. Push. Resist. Heart skips. Excitement surges. This is it.
Explosion. Head pops in. Holy fuck. Tight vice grip. Hot. Velvety walls squeeze. She gasps. ‘Slow…’ I freeze. Then inch deeper. Raw friction. Burning stretch. Her moans mix pain-pleasure. My balls ache. Full now? No. More. Thrust gentle. She rocks back. Meets me. Rhythm builds. Sweat drips. Slaps echo. Her curly bush tickles my sack. No barriers. Crude plunge. Deeper. Fills her guts. Sensations overload. Nerves fire wild. First time raw. No romance bullshit. Just animal fuck. Her ass milks me. Clench-release. I groan. Hands grip hips. Pound harder. She claws sheets. ‘Yes… there…’ Tension coils. Balls tighten. Can’t hold. Flood her. Hot spurts deep. Collapse. Panting. World spins.
The Approach
Afterglow hits hard. Innocence gone. Not kid play anymore. Man now. Her head on my chest. Smile faint. ‘Memorable?’ Yeah. Life changed. That ass owned me. Nervous boy died. Lust beast born. But hint of more. Her world bigger. Family shadows. Still, that night? Pure fire. Echoes forever.
