Getting my boyfriend's nine incher in my nervous cunt

(Part 1 from 1)

"C'mon babe...your freaking 18!" Michael said, while we were sitting on my bed. My parents were gone for the weekend

That was the thirteenth time my boyfriend asked to shag me. It's not that I don't WANT to make love with him, it's just that I don't know if I'm READY. Now, I wasn't worried at all about possible pregnancy, because my period forced me on birth control--the STRONG kind. And I wasn't worried that he just wanted my body, because he did EVERYTHING to prove he truly loves me. Like last month, he proposed to me (but the wedding is AFTER we graduate college).

Let me describe Michael though. He's tall, 6'3, 18, six pack, black, glasses, and the only thing he cares more about than me and his family is his education. He goes to Harvard to become a lawyer. Now let me describe myself. I'm black, 5'4 (I know, short!), 18, 38DD boobs, glasses, and actually quite skinny. As like Michael, I LOVE my education and also go to Harvard for a PhD to be a surgeon. We're both straight.

After asking that question for the thirteenth time, I nervously answered "Yes." He then softly kissed me, and whispered "Thank You." Now mind you, I was still the nervous wreck, so I almost fainted as he clumsily pulled off his shirt, his pants and his boxers and moved to me. Before you think we're sexual people, actually we couldn't speak of porn for our LIVES, much less watch it. And we have never even thought of masturbating either.

And we DEFINITELY don't believe in oral sex. Well, anyways, he finally got all my clothes off.

That's when he noticed the nervous look on my face. Then he guiltily frowned, grabbed my hand, and fingered my engagement ring. "I'm sorry. We don't have to do this." He said. "No, we can do it." I said. He sighed with relief then pulled my naked body onto his naked lap. We made out for a good ten minutes until he pulled both of our glasses off and pushed me back on the bed.

"I love you. Forever." He whispered. Then he tried to push his penis inside of me. (Which I should mention is circumcised. It's a whole 7" when he's soft, and then extends a whole 9" when he gets a boner.) When he got the first 4" inside, I screamed out of pain so loudly I thought the neighbors heard me. I pushed him away, and started to burst into tears. Michael was screaming an apology very loud, but I couldn't hear him over my sobs. He pulled on his clothes and tried to hug me.


But out of pure shock, I pushed him away and cried even louder. He just looked back, and left. When the door clicked behind him, I realized what a bitch I had been.

Over the course of the next week, Michael constantly texted and called me to apologize. Whenever he came over, he sat on different sides of the Universe than me out of guilt, and all we talked about was academics. He didn't even make one joke. Then after school on Friday, while doing homework, I couldn't live with myself anymore for making Michael live with false guilt.

"Maybe we should try again?" I said. Michael looked up from his textbook. "What? We just did this problem." He said. "No...we should...try to...'do it' again." Michael looked at me with wide eyes, as if to say "hell no". He slowly asked, "Are you sure?" And as a reply I went to him, sat on his lap, and started to kiss him. Soon I inserted my tounge into his mouth and our tounges danced in each other's mouth until I felt his massive 9" hard-on underneath me, then took my tounge out his mouth.

"I'm so sorry for--" He started. "Shut up and follow me upstairs before I get all my senses back." I interrupted with a devious smirk.

We ran up the stairs, tearing our clothes off on the way. When we got into my room, I planted the biggest kiss I could on Michael's lips. He then smiled (for the first time this week), and pushed me back. But instead of entering me immediately, a look of fright passed over his face and he gazed down at me.

I locked eyes with him and told him it was okay. Slowly, he went in inch by inch, until all 9 inches were in me. Strangely, it didn't hurt that bad as before (Maybe I was caught up in the moment this time?). But either way, I was enjoying myself, and by the way Michael's face glowed, I guess he liked it too.

After about five minutes of him slowly pumping in and out of me, I felt his balls tighten, which scared the life out of me, but his beautiful and tender kiss reassured me. I relaxed. Then out of nowhere, WAVE AFTER WAVE of Michael's sperm shot out his penis! And when I say "wave after wave", I mean at least a gallon!!!

But after he was empty and his penis went back to its original 7", he pulled out and kissed me, but it was the most passionate kiss of my life. He then lay down next to me and pulled the sheets over our head, both of us sexually and physically exhausted, with my head on his chest, and we both fell asleep.

THE END :)

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