I faced the Marquis after he'd taken his stamina enhancer.
My breasts, on full display all this time, were doing their job—his cock stiffened right up. It made me happy.
From all the foreplay and 69 earlier, my pussy was already slick and dripping with arousal.
We were both more than ready down there.
I lay back on the bed and spread my legs wide.
With my fingers, I gently parted my folds, pointing deeper inside.
"I've kept you waiting, my lord. Please, take my virginity—Angelica Winfield's—with that magnificent cock of yours."
"No rush. I'll start with some thigh action first, then ease in."
True to his word, he slid the tip along my pussy, rubbing against it.
After a bit of that, he carefully pushed just the head inside.
I felt the sting where my hymen blocked him, and he rocked gently back and forth right there.
Was this sex in the strictest sense? It felt good... but still left me wanting more.
"I'm okay—go ahead and break through."
I met his gaze with a smile.
He nodded, and with a "Here goes," he thrust deep, all the way in.
A sharp, tearing pain hit me like a wave. What escaped my lips wasn't a moan—it was a scream.
Even though I'd braced myself, the agony was overwhelming; my mind went blank.
This raw pain was far more direct than the embarrassment of baring my body, the reluctance of blowjobs, or the smell, feel, and taste of cum... I gritted my teeth and endured.
Time really is a miracle worker.
The pain eased into a dull throb across my lower belly.
As my head cleared, I locked eyes with the Marquis watching over me.
"You did great. I'm proud of you." He stroked my hair as he spoke.
Then the thrusting began.
His cock filled me up for the first time, stretching my pussy wide.
The pain faded bit by bit, giving way to pleasure.
My inner walls rippled, wrapping around him.
His cock—especially that flared ridge—rubbed against my folds, sparking mutual sparks of sensation.
This was a whole new kind of bliss, different from having my breasts or pussy licked.
I tried consciously tightening around him... and it worked!
The pleasure surged, and I couldn't hold back my moans.
"It feels amazing... The pain's fading, and the thrill of being filled is taking over.
This is sex..."
I could feel my breasts bouncing with every move.
My arms stayed raised above my head—I didn't even think to cover up.
"Missionary really is the best. I get to savor your gorgeous face and those jiggling breasts while feeling how incredible your pussy is.
And that face twisting in ecstasy, still smeared with my cum.
I've bought virgins before, but popping a cherry with a cum-covered face? That's a first!"
Big breasts like mine naturally take a toll when they bounce like this.
But knowing a man enjoys it—and hearing him say so outright—makes it all worthwhile.
The drying, crusty feel and scent of the cum? I'd gotten used to it; no issue.
"I'm so glad. Compliments on my bouncing breasts or this cum face fill me up emotionally too."
"Should I finish like this for the first round? We can try other positions next time."
"Yeah, that sounds good. This is all I can handle right now."
He picked up the pace again, then took my hand.
Our fingers interlaced in a lover's grip!
Pleasure blurred my thoughts, and time slipped away until his "I'm cumming!" heralded a hot flood deep inside, right against my womb.
I floated in a daze from that first-ever sensation.
His cock slipped out of my pussy, and I felt the warm trickle of cum leaking out.
I registered the facts, but my brain was offline—I could only lie there, breathing deeply, unable to do anything else...