First Orgasm Story Novels & Stories

The sensation was overwhelming, an intricate dance of pleasure that I had never known before. A sensation of pressure built in my lower abdomen, and I found myself unable to restrain it any longer. With an overwhelming release, I couldn't help but succumb to my body's response. "You just came, babygirl. That was your first orgasm," he whispered, his words making my cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson. He then proceeded to shed his own clothes, revealing his naked form in all its glory. His nakedness accentuated his masculinity, and I couldn't help but notice his evident arousal.

I lay slack against the counter, pulsing around his fingers as he continued to move them slowly, deliberately, until even that stopped. I released a shaky breath, running my fingers through his hair, not ready to let go. It was the only part of him I was allowed to touch. My first orgasm with a man. And I hated to admit it—even to myself—but it was the most addictive thing I’d ever experienced. When his hands slid up my thighs, my nerves flared. Did he want me to reciprocate? Did he expect more? Shyness crept over me as I sat up, and when he braced his hands on the counter and met my gaze, I knew he could see it all.

I loved knowing I could make him unravel the same way he was unravelling me. His mouth came back to mine, kissing me deep and messy. Our tongues were sliding and our teeth were grazing. His fingers sped up, pressing firmer and making my body jerk. The coil in my belly tightened unbearably. “Karl… I’m close,” I gasped into his mouth. Wow, I can't believe I'm about to experience my first orgasm. “I know, baby.” His voice was wrecked, rough with want. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”

I ask complaining. “What do you mean I’m you’re first real orgasm?” He asks resuming the beautiful rhythm of his fingers. I’m so close to cuming. He just needs to keep his fingers moving like that. “I’ve never had an orgasm from penetration.” I say and he starts to move his fingers faster inside of me. I pant feeling my body tense up. I grip his neck tighter, my legs start to shake and my orgasm hits me making me scream. “I’m honored to have a first with you.” Simon says when my body finally calms down from the ride he took me.

She smiled again at us, upside down, from way below knee level. * I had been shocked when Nicole said she imagined screwing my husband sometimes while masturbating. And I was stunned when she said she imagined me more often. "You were my very first orgasm, a girl never forgets!" She unbuckled, then leaned up from the back seat to give me a quick peck on the cheek. "And you were my first boygasm." She gave another one to him.

He gently parted my thighs, his touch firm yet tender as he began stroking my most sensitive area. “You’re wet, sweetheart,” he whispered proudly, his breath hot against my skin. I had been wet since the moment he kissed me. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, massaging my clit, and I felt a wave of pleasure crash over me. “Damn,” I moaned, arching my back, my head thrown back in ecstasy. The sound of my moan echoed through the apartment, loud enough that anyone nearby could hear. He stroked me harder, faster, until I felt the tension snap, and I came with a force I had never known before. It was my first orgasm, and it hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping for breath.

He carried me in bridal style and laid me in bed and laid close to me rubbing my forehead as it kind of relieved the dizziness and my eyes fluttered open. I stared at him lying close to me with his warmth. I wanted his lips back into my hot clit eating me out again, his fingers playing with my folds. I desperately needed another orgasm that would break me into two. "Maria?" "Yes." "Was it your first time having an oral?" "Yes." I nodded there was no need to lie. He was experienced to know. I've never had an orgasm so mind-blowing and exciting that felt like I was going to die from it. My fingers went to his chest but he placed a hand to mine and stopped me before it went any further.

I guess this dimwit finally got the right tempo. "Good." He bent down to kiss my swollen mounds. He kept on doing that while still inserting his fingers in and out of me. I felt my body was going to burn. I could feel it, I am closer to the peak of my desire. “Ahhh! Ahhh!” I tilted back my head as I felt my release. My toes were curled while my whole body trembled. That was my first orgasm. I was hoping that would not be my last. "Fuck!" Simon cursed. He was breathing so hard while watching my cream flow out of my flower.

The first orgasm is fast. It hits me so hard I scream out his name. He doesn’t stop there. Truthfully, I don’t know when he stopped. One orgasm bleeds into another until sleep takes me.

Allen built his self-restraint for years. He never indulged in carnal desires that wouldn't bring him any gain_pleasure is a gain. In fact, he hated intimacy. His virginity card was broken on his twenty-fifth birthday after his best friend and his brother set him up that night. They made him drunk and drugged, his members all erect and angry. A woman was already waiting for him. He had his first ever orgasm that night. He went to the moon and back.