The s*x Journey of A Virgin

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Leah nodded. She had consented to what he was about to do.

Troy stood up and climbed off the bed before picking up Leah’s legs and dragging her closer to the edge of the bed. Then wedging himself between her opened legs, he smiled down on her. The pull shifted Leah so she lay slightly at an angle with her head on a pillow, giving me a better view of them, both. I wondered whether Troy did this on purpose.

He leaned down slowly. "I'm just going to check if your hymen is still intact. Standard procedure." He stated as he separated her lips so that he could see right up her v****a. There was an approving nod that followed his smile as he glanced up at her. "Everything checks out– not that I ever doubted you"

Then with that contented smile, his eyes flicked back down to his prize, an undeniable hunger in his gaze.

His head dipped, kissing her inner thigh and she shuddered. Her thighs involuntarily clamped shut to fend off the intrusion, squeezing Troy's head in the process.

"Easy there." Troy chuckled, his warm breath caressing her twitching cl*t as he snaked his arms around her thighs to pry them open and spread them further apart.

"S‐ sorry I–" Her murmured words instantly died on her lips, as he placed a chaste kiss against her cl*t, taking her off guard.

Her hips jolted at the sensation, and Troy smiled. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Ok? All I want is for you to let go and let me give you what you came for."

She closed her eyes briefly, his words having an impact on her.

"Ready?"

Leah gasped and glanced nervously at Troy as his fingers slowly traced the curves of her inner thighs, skimming the moisture glistening on her quivering flesh.

It was a subtle nod, but that was all the approval he needed to lean in, brushing his lips against her most intimate flesh with a feathery touch that made her tremble and moan breathlessly.

His long, skilled tongue tasted every inch of her glistening p***y, savoring every quivering gasp that escaped her.

Leah's fingernails dug into the sheets beneath her as Troy's mouth expertly devoured her. Her body tensed, thrusting helplessly against his advancing tongue.

My gaze was locked onto the scene, mouth hanging open, watching as Troy's tongue swirled into Leah's p***y in a steady rhythm.

I could hardly contain myself as I took in the glorious sight, the vulgar but arousing slurping sounds of Troy's mouth on her cunt, Leah's gasps, and her moans that just kept getting louder.

"F*ck," Troy grunted between licks, "so sweet."

The sight of Troy's tongue lapping at Leah's clit stoked the fire inside me and my erection throbbed mercilessly, reaching its full turgid length. I couldn’t remember the last time I envied someone as much as I did now.

Under Troy's ministrations, Leah was coming undone.

A wash of pleasure so acute, that it bordered on pain, seemed to consume her as her face contorted and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

He tenderly sucked and licked her clit.

"Yes, just like that!" Each word was torn from Leah's lips as she shuddered beneath Troy's touch.

Licking Leah's juice, Troy's thumb vibrated on Leah's clit.

Her hips bucked, and her mouth formed an 'O' shape, as the orgasm took her over.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her, leaving her breathless and trembling. With a small, exhausted sigh, Leah collapsed onto the soft mattress beneath her.

I couldn't help but be captivated by the show, causing my breath to hitch as her body tensed and writhed in climax. Seeing her like this magnified the throbbing ache in my co*k, and a small pearl of pre-come seeped through the fabric of my uniform, creating a darkened patch. But I was too engrossed in the moment to do anything about it right away.

Troy slowly pulled away from sucking and licking her drenched pu*sy eagerly. A satisfied grin stretched across his features.

He leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning her twitching nub as he smiled proudly at his handiwork while licking his lips clean.

Yet mingled with pride was an unstated hunger that still burned in his eyes.

"You're sensitive right now." Troy breathed, letting his breath ghost against her pink, swollen flesh, watching as her hips squirmed instinctively in response. Then gently pressing his tongue to her clit he felt her body tremble with pure delight. "Can I keep going?" Troy questioned, clearly admitting his addiction.

For him to go twice, I could only imagine that the taste, the feel, and the scent of her must have been intoxicating.

Lucky bastard.

Her silence seemed to be taken as consent as he trailed a tender fingertip from Leah's entrance up to her clit, eliciting a gasp from her. She bit her lip, trying to hold on to her sanity, but a flick of his finger on the tiny appendage had Leah throwing her head back in a moan.

She gripped the sheets beside her, her chest heaving as Troy continued to explore her sensitive flesh, his tongue indulging in its masterful strokes.

Leah's breath came in ragged gasps punctuated with soft obscenities, her skin growing flushed with the apparent increased need for release.

"Keep going!" I silently encouraged, wishing I was the one tasting her juices.

As if hearing me, Troy complied, curling his tongue around her swollen, soaked labia, flicking upwards to circle her pulsating clit.

He was sucking gently, but Leah was almost at her peak again, and as though something snapped within her, she had no care for gentleness.

She groaned and lifted her hips, urging him to quicken his pace. "Faster!" Leah pleaded.

Troy obliged, his tongue becoming more aggressive as it glided across her clit. She swiveled her hips feverishly and clutched the sheets with increasing force. All the while, her limp breasts bounced softly on her chest, still glistening with sweat from her earlier climax.

Leah's moans filled the room, no doubt, the smell of her arousal like a sweet perfume that I wish I could inhale.

Troy's tongue swirled around Leah's clit in a steady rhythm, each circle drawing out louder gasps and moans of pure gratification from her.

As Troy picked up speed, Leah's breathing grew ragged, desperate. She took hold of Troy's head, gripping him with trembling fingers as she screamed, "Troy! I'm so– so close!"

Troy's name escaped Leah's lips again and again like a mantra. A bead of sweat rolled down between her full breasts, drawing Troy's eyes.

Her sleek body, writhing in mindless euphoria under his tongue, sent an electric thrill through every nerve ending of my aroused body.

I looked on, unable to look away, screaming thoughts that couldn't be heard as I palmed my d*ck. "Sh*t, Troy, she's on the verge. Don't stop now,"

As though possessed, Leah pulled Troy hard against her mound and used him to reach her finish line, a stark contrast to the shy girl she had been only moments ago. She pulled until his tongue was flush against her clit, her hips taking over, her clit riding his tongue until her body could take no more.

She thrashed her head to the side, her messy bun now fuzzy causing stray strands of hair to cover her face. “Oh, oh, sh*t... Troyyy,” she managed, hurtling over the edge, coming with such force that the bed rocked beneath them.

She couldn’t help it. She was coming apart– shattering, dizzy and desperate.

Troy stayed between her legs, consuming her, his tongue sweeping the length of her channel, drawing out the exquisite release.

Her body spasmed, bucking and writhing as Troy held on for the ride, never breaking his fierce eye contact, totally immersed in her pleasure until she trembled and collapsed onto the bed, panting and drained of energy.

Finally, when she had recovered enough to remember how to breathe, she glanced nervously between her legs.

"That was...," she whispered hoarsely, as Troy's lips left her skin to cool. "That was....." words seemed to evade her as her eyes lifted and she stared dazed at the ceiling.

Troy panted with a chuckle, his chin and lips once again glistening with Leah's essence.

Satisfaction sparkled in his gaze as his hand gently caressed her thigh. "You liked it?" He questioned, helping her to collect her thoughts.

"Yes... yes I did" She nodded, breathlessly.

Both Troy and Leah gazed at each other for a moment, her expression a heady mix of exhausted gratification and subtle apprehension.

Troy licked his lips clean then kissed up her body, slow and sensual. He kissed her chest, sucking briefly her n*****s, then licking up her throat, nipping her jaw, and finally finding her mouth, letting her taste herself.

It must have been one hell of a good kiss because neither of them seemed ready to part until their lungs demanded it.

The microphone picked up their every moan weakening my restraint, even as their hands roamed each other.

I gave my di*k a quick squeeze, a groan slipping from my lips as I closed my eyes briefly, hoping to wake myself from the trance of this alluring temptation.

My eyes opened in time to see Troy collapse beside her, catching his breath before turning sideways to face her.

His c**k jutted out proudly against her thigh, as he reached out brushing a few strands out of her face. “Have you ever given a hand job or sucked on a c**k?"

Her head shook, the shy girl in her raising to the surface once more. Her innocence, when it came to such things, was refreshing yet intriguing.

"Do you want to try?"

There was a pause in the atmosphere as he waited for the answer.

She exhaled, a little more of her shyness coming back into view. "I don't know– I won't know what to do." She timidly admitted.

"Hey." He hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her head up so that her eyes were forced to refocus on him.

"All I need is your willingness. I'll teach you all that you need to know... So do you want to try?"

She seemed to think it over, her eyes locked on his with no means of escape. It took a few anticipatory seconds before her words, though barely audible, were spoken. “Yes. I want to try."

"Good, then give me your hand."