First Orgasm Story Novels & Stories

The huge mushroom head and veins my fingers ran over the slit and he groaned loud. "you can't suck it yet baby trust me I want you to but your not healed yet. Once you are healed I'm taking this hole, he stuck a finger in my pussy, and this hole", he dragged it up to my mouth and I tasted myself. A moan left my lips as he leaned down and kissed me and I tasted my mate. Tears fell as he slowly kissed my lips and I kissed back he cupped my face deepening the kiss and letting me taste him more. I could get lost doing this but I reluctantly pulled back and eyed his hard cock. He chuckled as I kept licking my lips and trying to get to it. I never had sex with anyone and since he gave me the first

“I’m gonna, oh god, don’t stop, DON’T STOP, DADDY— DADDYYYYY—” I come on the kitchen counter with his fingers buried inside me and his mouth on my nipple and his son’s name on the prescription bag sitting by the front door. The orgasm rips through me, violent, gushing, my pussy clamping around his fingers in spasms that spray liquid heat over his hand and wrist. I’m screaming, I can hear myself, raw and broken and grateful, because this is the first orgasm another person has ever given me and it’s my boyfriend’s father pulling it from me in his own kitchen.

Lips brushing over the insides of my thighs, Bratt pulled his fingers out of me. My thinking mind returned to me slowly, then reeled with shock. “I think…” I said softly. “That was the first orgasm I ever had.” Wyatt had always insisted that I had, in fact, orgasmed every time we had sex, and I’d always wondered why sex was so unenjoyable. I’d seen so many scenes in movies where women would weep and cry out while they had sex, but for me, sex had always just been a mildly flustering, rough experience.

About all of these. She needed to know, even though it was some. She deserved to know. “I’ve always struggled to have an orgasm during sex. In fact, I’ve never had one until you.” Marina sat up, wondering where he was going with this revelation. “That night I met you was my first time. It felt so different with you.” Her hands trembled, but she remained composed, listening on. “You’re the first woman to ever make me enjoy making love. Why would I want to refuse your touch?” Remorse colored his tone.

Holding my bums from behind he licked my pussy slowly, then fast, then deeper, then in gyrating motion. I held his head for support and pressed him further into me. My body was burning with desire. I pushed his head further and accommodated his wagging tongue to go down and down. His thick finger was constantly rubbing my clitoris. Yes, I experienced my first orgasm with a man, which was so heavenly experience. As Praveen continued never ending licking on my labia I orgasm repeatedly gushing my secretions on to his face. I immediately wanted his penis to enter me and pacify. But Pravin was not ready. We kissed sleeping on the cot. He pulled me on to him in 69 position. I widened my thighs on

My forehead pressed against his neck, breath coming in ragged gasps against his skin. A few minutes later, his own hips faltered under me, a low sound vibrating in his chest. I felt warmth spread through his jeans, the way he tensed and then relaxed, fingers gripping my ass like he was holding on for dear life. We stayed locked together, trembling, the aftershocks rippling between us. ’Wow...’ My thoughts blanked out. ’That was my first.’ My first orgasm with someone else.

Jeremy could take a few leaves from his book. Even remembering those hours spent in Tony Stroud’s apartment when, as an unhappy, rebellious teenager she had discovered what sex really meant, made her loins ache and her clitoris puise. Maybe it, too, remembered its awakening, she thought. The first time it had blossomed and bloomed, rising hard and proud at her teacher’s expert caressing. His long fingers, his skilful tongue, her nub sucked and fondled until it reached such a frantic explosion that she had fainted with the shock and pleasure of it, then begged him to do it again — and he had. She recalled achieving nine orgasms during that night with him, a record she had not yet beaten.

Slowly, the young boy had stripped himself down to his shorts, stopping as though desiring to tease me. Foolish. If only he knew whom he had gotten involved with. "Everything." I ordered, my voice a slight whisper. The stripper had wasted no time in obeying. Just as his briefs dropped, my mind had whirled with dirty thoughts—thoughts about a certain man who had given me my first ever orgasm. A man who had given me my first ever everything. My bottom lip slid in between my teeth as I rained stashes of cash on the stripper.

he growled—I hadn’t even told him my name, but hearing it from his mouth made me clench harder. “Cum for me, you frustrated little slut. Flood my fingers.” The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My thighs clamped around his arm, pussy spasming violently as I squirted for the first time in my life, gushing hot and messy all over his hand and the grass. I screamed, vision whiting out, body convulsing in pure ecstasy. Wave after wave crashed through me, but he didn’t stop. He kept fingering me through it, drawing out every shudder until I was panting, hazy, legs spread obscenely wide.

I have never experienced an orgasm before and this was another new feeling for me. "Tyle, I think I'm going to cum." I gasped but he didn't stop and within a few seconds, an intense wave of orgasm coursed through my body and I fell back on the bed almost passing out for a few seconds. What the hell was that?! "Fuck!" I cursed and slowly opened my eyes to see Tyler wiping his mouth and smirking proudly. I blushed for the millionth time that day as I pulled him closer towards me. "That was my first orgasm and it was fucking amazing." I whispered with a shy smile and he kissed my lips softly before responding.