Going All The Way 8

I was engaged to my husband for two and a half years before we married.

During all of that time we did not have sex.

Not full sex, anyway.

When we were alone, in private - which was not that often, because as a student nurse I lived in the nurses' home where men were not allowed, and he at university some distance outside London where I could rarely travel due to my difficult unsocial working hours - when we were alone, in private, he used to masturbate me, and I him.

A few times, I was able to visit him when his room mate was away, and we did then get each other naked. We came so very close to having sex: it was so hard getting so close and having to stop - but he respected my will to wait until we married, so we always did manage to stop. We would lie with - and on - each other, fully naked, kissing, fondling, stroking each other. His cock would nudge at me - at my cunt, lodging in it, but we always managed to stop.

It got so difficult that we made a rule: that one of us must always wear underwear - briefs - so that he would not 'go in' by accident.

A month before we married, I managed to smuggle him in to my room at the nurses' home. Security used to come round about 9 pm to check - ostensibly to ensure we were safe but really to make sure no-one had a man in with them. He had to travel back to university that night so we had limited time, but we used it. In my bed, he was totally naked and I down to just my white bikini briefs. This time, he was naked and I wore panties. I loved his body -- the feel of his bare skin, the way his cock went so hard at my touch, the warmth of his crotch, the smooth firm curve f his bare buttocks. And he loved mine -- he used to kiss my breasts, sucking them into his mouth, and he would rub his hand on the outside of my cunt, pressing so that I almost came from just that contact, and sometimes he would slip a finger inside me, in my cunt, so that I wished for it to be his cock.

I was in the Missionary Position. He was above me, laying on me so that his chest pressed into my bare breasts, squashing them. His legs were between my thighs, which were spread, and his cock was rubbing against me, up and down, though the material of my panties that was all that separated us. I could feel his cock, every detail, as it rubbed me: the hard shiny head, the ridge, and the stiff long shaft. the head of his cock was rubbing back and forth, up and down, along the length of my cunt lips and I could feel it very clearly. The ridge below the helmet gave me an intense arousal, because as the head rubbed me the ridge followed, pressing even harder, massaging my cunt lips. And the shaft followed the ridge, a long stiff smooth rod that more stroked than rubbed.

Each time the cock pulled back, it slipped down so the head was actually between my thighs, nestling against my cunt, and when it started to slide back it would lodge there, trying t enter me but stopped by the panties, before it lifted and moved on, rubbing me but leaving me empty. When it did this it pushed so that a bit of it did in fact enter me: just a tiny way, pulling the panty material with it so that my cunt felt a hint of fullness but moderated by the panty material that held the cock back and stopped it from going in.

I was almost beside myself with desire and need. My tits felt tingly, so sensitive, under the pressure of the bare male skin that squashed and rubbed against them. My hands were full of male buttock, groping, sliding, pulling him onto me, grasping and caressing at the naked skin.

The cock pushed, caught in the panties, pressed in and then lifted,, rubbing all along my hungry cunt. I was so empty. I wanted it in me so much. I reached, with one hand, down between my thighs to where the cock shaft rubbed at my panties. The back of my fingers felt the hot stiffness of the cock shaft, my fingertips felt the edge of my panties. The cock shaft pulled back, its warm hardness rubbing over the backs of my fingers. Then the ridge, a line of pressure like a caress, and then the head, hot and hard and smooth, rubbing over the back of my fingers and then slipping, down a tiny bit, down between my naked thighs, down to where my virgin cunt opened and yearned. It paused, and I moved my fingers, drawing aside the panties. My cunt lips felt a moment of cool, the panties gone and the air reaching them. Then the cock pushed, and met not panty but cunt: not resistant material but welcoming open cunt. I almost came when the head touched me.

Every sensation was intense, savoured, I remember it still so clearly that it makes me wet. It was hot, hotter then my eager cunt lips, and hard so that it pushed the cunt lips aside, opening me, spreading me, pushing at me. It pushed and I felt my cunt lips part, and the head slipped in further, spreading me more, I was opening up, my cunt lips flowing past it like a warm wet river flowing past a thrusting promontory. My hips were rising, I did not know I was doing that but they rose, on their own, and took the cock so that the big hard shiny head slipped in, and then the ridge, opening me fully and penetrating, fucking, into me at last. Then the shaft, so easy now as it slid and slipped and forced itself in, following the cock head that spread me and speared me and fucked itself into me. A lot of shaft, so much cock, so full, so hard, so thick in my virgin tight wet warm young cunt. All the way in, fully in, deep as it would go.

Now it began, the fucking. The male body naked above me, rising and falling, driving its thick long cock into me and then out, in and out and in and out like a piston, possessing me, moving my body, forcing me down into the bed with every thrust, taking me, having me, fucking me. I was transported, taken to another place, my whole consciousness focussed on my cunt, on the invading penetrating cock that plunged and thrust, hammered and rammed, filled and fucked at me. My cunt was on fire, noises were coming from my mouth like those of an animal grunting, my cunt rose and followed each time the cock withdrew a hungry eager searching cunt that wanted to be filled, fucked, again and again and again.

Then the waves of orgasm took me. Waves of ecstasy that made my whole body convulsed, made me thrash my head and writhe my hips and grip the naked male body with my arms, pulling it into me so that its cock would go deeper, harder, as my cunt spasmed and I felt the cock shaft pulse and the sperm flowed and the wet warmth flooded me and I came.