The s*x Journey of A Virgin

1.4

Troy took Leah's hand as he repositioned himself on the large bed, lying on his back with his c*ck jutting upward and resting on his stomach.

He closed her hand around it and slowly began stroking his shaft. Her wide, expectant eyes stared at his co*k intently, pupils dilated with overflowing curiosity and excitement.

"Just like this." Troy instructed as their hands moved in sync. Then he brought his other hand around to cup his balls. "Some guys also like it when you do this." He pointed out, giving them a gentle squeeze.

The gentle curves of her bare breasts heaved with every breath she took, her n*****s erect and responding to the s****l tension in the room as her hand reached down to fondle his balls.

The orbs tensed in her grip, and she seemed to marvel at the heft and weight of them. Her inexperienced fingers tried to mimic the way Troy's had previously showed her, gently kneading and squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure.

"Take your time." Troy's breathed, barely able to hold himself together as her delicate fingers glided across his co*k.

Leah nodded with a flushed face, her palms slick with sweat from nerves, making every touch to Troy's sensitive spots all the more intense.

With the experience and observational skills that years had afforded me, I recognized the intrigue of innocence intertwined with primal instincts. It was always a delight to witness.

"Now, Leah," Troy guided her, "with just a bit more pressure, you can bring any guy pleasure that might well shatter his mind.

But you must be in tune with him, feel his body's cues so you can adjust accordingly."

Leah listened, her hands circling and sliding along the hardness of Troy's shaft. Under her touch, Troy fought his moans but failed, each growing louder, more insistent. Precome leaked from his tip and he dropped his eyes to watch her, his approving gaze, mingled with lustful desires pinning her in place.

"You're doing great, Leah," Troy praised, "I think you're ready to use your mouth now."

Leah's rhythm faltered at the suggestion, fear momentarily paralyzing her.

"Hey, no need to be afraid." Troy coached, placing his hand over hers to resume her momentum. "Just taste it."

Leah's eyes shifted from his face to his throbbing di*k, then hesitantly, with a tender finger, she wiped a bead of precome from Troy's erected shaft and tasted it.

"Soo..." he questioned. "How's it?"

"It's different."

"Good different or bad?"

She shrugged. "I'm not really sure."

"Why not try licking it this time?" He suggested, his eyes flicking to her plump lips momentarily.

Leah, still gripping his manhood, eventually nodded, then mustering up the courage, she slowly lowered herself so the mushroom head of his c**k touched her lips.

“When you taste it you can let me know if you want to continue or not. This isn’t a porn video. You only take what you’re ready to take, okay?”

Leah nodded then she opened her mouth. Her tongue poked out, and she tasted Troy tentatively at first. Then she licked, then she lifted her head to look at him, a faint smile on her lips before she opened her mouth wide, sucking in the head.

As her full lips enveloped the tip, Troy's entire body tensed up.

Leah sucked lightly, pursing her lips.

Troy groaned, fighting the urge to buck his hips, though no doubt, desperately wanting to, especially with Leah's soft lips exploring the sensitive area at the tip of his throbbing c**k.

His eyelids hooded as he gazed at her sucking his co*k, her shyness seemingly falling away.

"You like it?"

“yes,” Leah hummed. “I like it.”

“So do I,” Troy whispered, his voice thick under the effect of her torturous tongue.

Then she began sucking a little harder, taking the big c**k in a little more before pulling back and licking the underside, down to Troy's balls and up to the tip of the hard shaft.

Her tongue lapped at the precome seeping from the tiny slit, tasting him thoroughly, relishing in the salty, sweet tang of Troy's essence.

She licked her lips, her saliva mixed with Troy's pre-come glistening on her lips, before she engulfed the head of his shaft with her warm, mouth once more.

A lewd, wet sound echoed through the room, a decadent symphony of pleasure.

Leah was really starting to get the hang of it.

It was quite the sight. Her warm, tight mouth wrapped around Troy's aching d**k, and every pulse of her tongue around his shaft seemed to be driving Troy crazy. He clutched the bedsheets tightly, trying to hold back a moan, as he forced his eyes closed and tried to control his breathing.

She was captivating, to say the least, with an air of determination surrounding her.

"Try taking me in a little deeper... if you can" Troy quietly instructed, his voice weak and winded.

Leah bobbed her head slowly, going a little deeper while keeping up with a rhythm that brought a fresh wave of pleasure and anticipation to my loins. I felt like I was in purgatory. Not quite in heaven but I hoped I'd get there.

Troy leaned up, whispering encouraging words to her, instructing her on the technique to master sucking with her mouth, urging her to massage his balls gently as she slid up and down his shaft.

I couldn't help but watch Leah intently, my eyes fixed on her lips almost expertly wrapped around Troy's swollen c**k.

"I want to try something with you, if that's OK." Troy groaned, reaching out to rub his palm against her thigh.

Leah pulled back, Troy's slicken c**k slipping out of her mouth with a filthy pop.

“I think you’ve got a skill for co*k sucking. You’ve got a very talented mouth,” Troy laughed, causing Leah to smile proudly.

"Come crawl over me." Troy beckoned, his pointing finger making a swirl in the air. "I want you to back me. Your mouth to my di*k and your sweet pus*sy over my mouth."

Leah moved, unsurety evident, but compliant nonetheless, until her thighs straddled his head, her pu*sy like a prize now within his reach.

He probed at her opening, his finger sliding through the wetness of her own arousal.

She groaned, her legs spreading wider as her hand latched onto Troy's di*k again.

Without needing further prompting, her opened mouth dropped, sucking Troy in again.

Meanwhile Troy traced the folds between her trembling legs until he found her entrance. With expert touches, he explored her warmth, as she continued to bestow oral pleasure upon him. Troy pressed his index finger in deeper, and she winced, yet she didn't pull away. Troy briefly paused, then slowly lifted his head, his tongue passing up her slit in a flicking motion, back and forth, making Leah writhe.

I knew the moment Troy tongue-f****d her, because Leah’s face came off his di*k and her hands fisted the sheet. Her spine curved as she arched, and she tried to widen her legs, trying to ground her pu*sy against his face. Troy held her hips still and probed his tongue in even farther, and Leah cried out, throwing her head backward.

Troy groaned in response, gently pushing her back to his throbbing di*k.

Soon she was back at work, sucking with wanton need, her moans sending pleasurable vibrations through his co*k while she grounded her hips against his greedy mouth.

Taking her moans as instructions on what she liked, Troy became encouraged by her responsive growls, venturing further to add his thumb, in circular motions, against her cl*t.

Leah pushed back on him, taking his tongue deeper, trying to accommodate it with each thrust he administered, encouraging him with greedier strokes of her mouth grasping the base of his c**k, arms trembling.

It was hard not to be genuinely aroused by Leah's passionate learning as I watched them, while I occasionally squeezed my aching di*k.

She was beautiful and eager, just as I enjoyed to see them.

Leah's moans soon became more urgent, her head bobbing up and down, her lips tight around Troy's c**k.

I could see Troy become even harder in her mouth, his balls pulled right against his sack.

I grinned, noticing Troy was on the brink of a full-blown orgasm which hardly ever happened.

Most deflowers would stop the girl there, fu*k her, and come inside her. But Troy was too lost to pleasure. He urged her to squeeze and rub her thumb along the underside of his shaft, focusing on the sensitive area directly behind the head.

Leah obeyed with pleasure, no doubt the taste of saltier precum flood-gating the memory of orgasms' tingling sensation in her lower abdomen.

Troy, forced to maintain control by barely stifling a scream, glanced at Leah, desperately trying to steer clear of the inevitable.

I shook my head, amusement painted on my face. He was not going to last much longer.

Then, as if the room flashed a signal, condoning him to let go, to unapologetically unleash himself to the bewitching kiss of Leah's alluring mouth, Troy growled, his hips involuntarily bucking.

"f**k," he murmured achingly, as his legs spasmed, the first spurt of semen pumping into Leah's mouth.

"You don't have to..."

But it was too late, she gulped hungrily, moaning as the warmth of his release radiated deep within her.

Troy helplessly succumbed to the toe-curling sensation, hot blasts of his orgasm filling her mouth.

She smiled as his frame shuddered beneath her, and yet when he finally seemed to reach his pleasure peak, her tongue remained relentless, steadily swirling around his tip. She seemed to really enjoy the satisfied exultation of his release.

Finally, with a sigh, she swallowed, savoring the final drops of him—the pang of saltiness that most likely came with the act.

I felt my heart racing, an electric thrill zipping through my veins—the pure ecstasy of watching these two pleasure each other consuming me.

Each pulse Troy emitted was a triumph, causing her confidence to soar and her thirst for co*k to increase as her mouth sucked him in again.

Beneath her, Troy groaned, softly stroking a finger over her slick pu*sy, a faint trace of a satisfied smile playing upon his lips.

"You were fantastic," Troy praised with a chuckle as he licked his finger clean. "And....Fuck,” Troy gasped as Leah tried to deep-throat him. His co*k began to harden again. “You’ve got me so worked up. See how hard you are making me again?” He grabbed her waist, pulling her up as he licked his lips and shook his head. "I can't take it anymore. I need to be inside you."

Leah shuddered, a broad smile on her face.

“Are you ready for me to f**k you?” Troy asked, his voice thick with desire for the curvy girl straddling his thighs.

She nodded, excitement brimming from her core. "Yes! I'm ready."

“Are you sure you want this?”

Suddenly her nerves seemed to flare up slightly, nothing overly noticeable as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. She seemed to sober from her lust-induced state. “Yes. I want to try. I'm a little nervous but I think I'm ready."

Troy smiled. “I’ll make it good for you, but tell me if you ever want to stop, and I will, okay?”

Leah nodded with a smile, appearing more comfortable with Troy as he kissed his way up her neck.

“Since you don’t yet know what position you’d like to try first," Troy whispered, his voice carrying a husky edge. "I want you on your back.”

Leah climbed off of him and did as instructed while Troy hurriedly reached for and tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth before rolling the slick rubber down his hard length. Then Troy made sure she was comfortable before he spread Leah’s thighs and settled between them.

Troy’s c**k looked so swollen that he probably would have busted the moment he entered her, so he took a moment to catch his breath, choosing instead to lean down, capturing Leah's lips with his own. It was a deep kiss, a searing, tongues-tasting kind of kiss.

Troy pulled his mouth away with hooded eyes as he grabbed his hard c**k, aligning with her entrance. Then he began to run the tip up and down her folds.

Leah groaned loudly, her head falling back onto the bed, as her back arched. Troy groaned at the sight, biting his lips as he fought to control himself.

I thought he might be acting, but no. Troy seemed really into this girl. Sh*t.

“I’m gonna try and take my time with you.... but you’re making me want to c*m so badly.” Troy groaned like a man in pain.

Fuck. It seemed as though Troy was the putty in her hands and she had him wrapped around her finger without even knowing it.

Troy alternated between sliding his di*k in her juices and tapping the tip against her pulsing, sensitive cl*t until her chest began to heave impatiently.

Hell, I was starting to wonder if Leah was going to survive this amount of pleasure. Then finally, Troy stopped the teasing, and with a voice overruled by lust, he whispered. “I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside of you now."