Sabrina Lebouf

Well my first time wasn’t all magical, and it wasn’t with someone I loved or even really cared about. The guy didn’t even know I was virgin until I told him after our sixth sexual encounter! It was just an “I’m really horny and you look cute, let’s have sex,” sort of thing. The guy it was with his name was Jonathan. He is 6’8 brown skin, and big brown eyes, his hands…his hands were big enough to palm my voluptuous ass like a basketball. And the way he would smack my ass in the heat of the moment got the juices flowing! Anyway, excuse my tangents, I’ll get to it:

 When John came to pick me up in his dodge challenger, instantly upon gazing on this American made muscle car, I clinched my lady parts. Speed and muscle really gets me going something crazy. He opens the door from the inside and I slide in, he smells of a fresh shower and sandalwood. Again I clinch. He looks over at me “you ready” I look back as seductively as I feel, “yes, and please hurry.” Upon arrival to his apartment I glance around and just make note of my surroundings, in case this big decision is not what I want to do. But my inner goddess is screaming she’s ready. I go into the restroom to pump myself up and to push my boobs up. “Sabrina, you are sexy, an beautiful, look at all that ass on you guh! He ain’t ready for this jelly baby!” I walk into his room, set my “hoe bag” down, and slowly, with my eyes locked on his, begin to take my clothes off. To reveal the black lace bra, and black lace trimmed panties. Jonathan licks his lips, his eyes gradually taking in my curvaceous frame. As I stand there, my inner goddess takes over, I no longer feel any apprehension, and I am ready. Jonathan reaches out and places his hands in the curves of my torso, pulls me to him abruptly and places his lips in the gap between my breasts, inhales deeply and softly begins to kiss my chest. His hands leaving my torso, roam to curves of my frame. Removing my bra he cups my left breast, fondling my nipple, while sucking intently on my right. I let out a soft moan, he switches lips with hands, never leaving one unoccupied. My lady is moist with anticipation. Keeping his massive hands upon my breasts, he kisses and sucks his way up my body finding his way to my neck. By George he has found the spot! I quickly pull back from him, and push him backward onto his bed, I smile at the copious manhood between his legs, besides me, it’s the only thing standing. On all fours I make my way up his body, lingering near his manhood, and slowly hold myself above him. Sucking, kissing, and biting, I attack his neck, and chest. As I being to play with his nipples, he pulls my face to his and devours my lips with his kisses. Flips me onto my back, and shoves his hands into my honey pot, stops kissing me and says “damn, baby you’re so fu*king wet,” I blush. To my surprise he throws my legs up and his manhood is inside me. “SHIT that hurts, play it off girl play it off!!” my body and mind are singing the same song. This is not what we expected. He is so into pumping away and slowly I’m catching rhythm, fighting through the pain and finally feeling the pleasure. I finally let out a real moan, and he’s telling me to get on my hands and knees. He burrows his face between my thighs, and is suckling my clitoris like a maniac, I scream in pleasure, throwing my head back, whipping my hair. Pushing his tongue in and out, in and out, of me; I feel like I may lose control.  My body tenses up in preparation of for earth shattering orgasm, and my body releases. But he doesn’t stop, I’m trying to recover and he’s behind me props me up, and glides into the honey pot from the back. The sound of his hips connecting with my behind is rhythmic. SMACK! He slaps my ass, and I throw it back like a pro. SMACK! Again I throw it back. We become one in rhythm, I feel my body tensing up again I let out another orgasm, this runs down my thigh and puddles at my knee. He pulls out abruptly and hurriedly yanks off the condom and cums all over my ass. It’s hot, and I love it. Using the sheets as a towel, he wipes me off. But I cannot move from my cat stretch position. I have never felt this tired in my entire life, but this exhaustion is worth every tired muscle. He smacks my behind again, and I can feel he’s smiling at me. “You have a good time?” I shake my head, “If that’s what you call a good time, I can’t wait to see what a great time is,” I say breathily. He pulls me out of my position and cuddles me, “go to sleep. You’ll need it.” He whispers in my ear.

And that my new friends, is my first time.