It all began when my boyfriend Joel invited me over to his house. His parents were away for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. We hadn’t gone very far physically before—mostly because I was his first girlfriend. He was nervous about taking things further and preferred to take it slow. But since he wasn’t my first boyfriend, and I was feeling incredibly turned on, I decided tonight would be the night I’d introduce him to pleasures he’d never even imagined.

I was a little nervous, but as soon as I pulled into his driveway, the nerves melted away. I was wearing a short black dress with a deep neckline that showed off plenty of cleavage. Underneath, I had on a lacy black bra and nothing else—no panties. I was already so turned on that I could feel myself dripping down my leg.

Before I could even ring the doorbell, Joel opened the door. He looked more handsome than ever. We had dinner, stealing kisses now and then and holding hands under the table. When I rested my hand on his lap, I felt a firm bulge growing in his pants.

After dinner, we went down to the basement where they had a couch he’d conveniently made up like a bed. We started a movie, but it didn’t matter—as soon as we sat down, we looked at each other and began kissing. He was an amazing kisser, his tongue moving gently but confidently in my mouth. While we kissed, I guided his hand to my breast, which was aching for attention. He caught on quickly, slipping his hand under my dress and even under my bra. Before long, my top was on the floor.

Not wanting it to be one-sided, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Once it joined mine on the floor, he began kissing my neck, then paused to take in my breasts (38C).

“Wow, they’re even more amazing than I imagined,” he whispered into my ear, his hands gently massaging one before he leaned down and started sucking on my nipple. His warm mouth felt incredible, and soon my breathing grew heavy. My nipples hardened completely under his touch. He sucked eagerly, like a baby nursing—it was tender and intense.

“Oh, Joel… that feels so good. Your mouth is amazing.”

He continued hungrily while his other hand slid under my dress, and to my surprise, his fingers found their way inside me. It was the best fingering I’d ever had—way better than doing it myself.

We kissed again, deeply, and I undid his pants, freeing his thick, throbbing cock—about seven inches and perfectly full. I took him into my mouth, sliding down slowly until he was completely inside. He tasted tangy and masculine, and I loved it. I traced the veins with my tongue, listening to him groan with pleasure.

“Yes, just like that… You’re so good at this,” he moaned.

But as much as I enjoyed sucking him, I needed more. I needed him inside me. I pulled away, kissed him, sharing his pre-cum between our lips.

“I need you in me now,” I whispered, almost begging.

We kept kissing as he moved on top of me. He guided himself slowly into my wetness. There was a brief sting—I gasped—but it was quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure. He started rocking into me, gradually building a rhythm.

“Harder, faster… I can take it. Give it to me hard,” I urged.

He picked up the pace, thrusting deeply until he was pounding into me as hard as he could. It felt incredible. Soon, I felt my orgasm building—a wave of ecstasy rushed over me, more intense than anything I’d ever felt on my own.

Then I felt him tense up. With a low groan, he came, filling me with his hot cum. I didn’t care that we weren’t protected. If I got pregnant, it would mean staying with him forever—and having that amazing cock whenever I wanted.

We’ve been together ever since, and just as I hoped, nine months later we welcomed a beautiful baby boy.