Chapter 2: Taboos

The first time I had real sex was over a year later. I had spent two and a half years around high school boys. Two years around their vigorous youthful bodies, their smells, and outlines of shapes beneath clothing. I really couldn’t take it anymore.

I was always horny. I was honestly beginning to forget what it had been like not to be horny. Truly I believed everyone but me was having sex. Why was it so difficult for me? Why was I the only one. Why did no boys want to put their penis in me?

That particular afternoon I was hornier than most. I had genuinely touched myself in class while watching some boys though the window. I even got turned on by how they smelled all around me. It was torture being in a classroom with so much penis that I could not have. I really wondered how the other girls were able to do it.

Arriving home found me frustrated and irritable. Of course Luke’s girl was already wailing. As I stalked past his bedroom door, I was taunted by her cries. The performatively loud moans and grunts were punctuated by the creaking of his bed. I could almost see them fucking.

Matt’s music was playing. Instinctively I knew it meant he’d already started. It was hardly surprising given the noise, although it was a lot earlier than normal. Already upset, I quietly went to my bed to listen.

He was barely audible over the music, but I knew It was probably too late to join him. The heat between my legs grew and my muscles were squeezing involuntarily.

For a few moments I considered the impulse spray can sitting on me dresser. Right now I needed something inside me. I hadn’t felt this hot and wet in quite some time.

A soft grunt or perhaps groan emanated from the ther side of the wall. I was swollen, on fire, and soaked. Something in me snapped.

I barged in to his room. He had extremely quick reactions because he was pulling the covers over him the second I opened the door. “What the fuck?” He yelled. “Get out, who said you could come in here?”

I didn’t reply, just turned around and closed the door. “What are you doing?” He asked in confusion. Almost audible in my ears, my pulse was already out of control. I had to act quickly or I was going to lose my resolve.

I knew exactly how wrong this was and I was going to do it anyway. Advancing on the bed without uttering uttering a word, my eyes were fixed on him. I took in his big arms and chest, anticipating how they’d feel. My heart was racing in my chest.

Quickly I snatched out and grabbed his duvet. Jerking the covers away revealed his turgid red member. He may well have said something in that moment, but I didnt hear. This was the first real penis I’d ever seen.

I was pleased to see that big cocks apparently ran in the family. It was a noticeably bigger than what was normally in all the videos I’d seen. His tip looked angrily red while the shaft was gnarled and veiny. A raised ridge ran down the centre of his pole, and a little trickle of pre-come left a glistening trail from his tip. He tried to cover himself again but I refused to let him.

Bending over quickly, I took it in my hand and immediately plunged my mouth onto him. It tasted kind of funky, like licking at your own sweat. I realised I had his precome in my mouth, It tasted both salty and musky all at the same time.

His cock also felt surprisingly warm and twitched in my mouth. The second my lips were on him he stopped talking. My other hand was already rubbing roughly at my pussy under my skirt. I was straining and hot, so wet it felt like I’d peed in my knickers.

I looked up at his face, his cock filling my mouth. His expression had changed entirely. His own mouth was open and his eyes were almost glazed over. They rolled up in his head while he groaned. His hands were both in my hair holding my head as if uncertain it was real.

My toungue reached out to lick at him. I swirled around his head to tease out another moan, then I let him in my mouth again.

While sucking him I recalled that everyone said to avoid using teeth, so I focused on that. With my head bobbing up and down on his cock I urgently tore my panties off.

It took him barely thirty more seconds to come in my mouth. I hadn’t been ready for the fact that it was really quite warm, nor how much was there.

I swallowed it all because the films taught me that’s what you were supposed to do. The flavour was oddly metallic and dull. Maybe a hint salty, perhaps even musky like him. It wasn’t great, not really tasting of anything specific.

I didn’t care of course, I was feeling incredibly turned on from the knowledge I had made a real live boy come. His body spasmed in much the same way mine did when he came. His come squirted into my mouth in several spurts.

While he shook with his orgasm, that knowledge and the feeling from his penis made every muscle in my pussy strain for him, and I soaked myself again.

The way it had felt in my hand, the heat of his dick, the pulsating along his length. My fingers had actually felt his semen surging out of his cock, into my mouth. One, two, three, four, five pulsating squirts shot down my throat. It was almost too much to bear. His orgasm made me so hot it was driving me a little bit insane.

With face bright red, he gasped for air, but thankfully his cock remained as rigid as steel. I quickly climbed on top and thrust it inside me. At least that’s what I tried to do. This, I learned, was very different to a hairbrush handle.

I was possibly too optimistic. For several long moments I honestly thought it might be too big. I felt like I was fighting it. Thankfully, despite being hot and rigid, it also felt kind of soft and spongey. This allowed me to squeeze it inside, although it was still much bigger than the impulse cans I was used to.

I wanted this more than words can convey, but such a massive thing was really hurting me. I was straining enormously just pressing the tip into me. Forced to go by millimetres, I eased it in ever so slowly. Even so I still felt like it might tear me in half.

Only his tip was inside at this point, but it felt like so much more. It was already the largest thing I’d ever had in me. There was no way it could have worked if I hadn’t been so turned on and wet for him. It turned out to be vital that his cock was coated in my saliva and his come.

Straining with supreme effort and patience I got him past my tight opening. He definitely didn’t feel great at first. But I could already feel nerves fired by his touch. Once past my entrance it became slightly easier, but the whole thing was overwhelmingly big.

Ever so slowly I fed him inside. The heat from his pole kind of helped. He kept trying to pump it into me and I constantly pleaded with him to be gentle. Inch by agonising inch I got more in and I felt myself gradually getting used to him.

Soft little hip movements felt extraordinary with this thing inside me. I didn’t want to think what this would be like if I hadn’t already been used to my makeshift toys.

His size was right on the edge of being really painful. Yet even while he hurt in one way, I could feel him stroking, rubbing me inside and it felt amazing. In spite of myself I felt my hips keep moving ever so slightly.

That slightest of motions moved his penis in me and I felt nerves tingling everwhere. The balls of my feet even began feeling strangely warm.

Gasping moans were forced out of my throat without me making them. It was like somehow his penis was connected to my vocal chords and lungs. Every little thrust pushed out another.

There was a look of astonishment on his face. Like he could not believe his cock was experiencing a woman. I could only imagine how I looked trying to accomodate this huge thing. It was a potent mixture of pain and ecstasy.

Now that he was in it was definitely starting to get a lot easier. I persisted with pushing at him and painstakingly got his whole length inside.

It had taken so long for me to get all of him in I smiled and paused to rest. I put all my weight on him and felt it even deeper. My clit was now resting on his pelvis. Thankfully I had been so wet from my day of torment or this might not have even worked.