My brother had told her I seem3d to be gay because I would typically s*** his c*** whenever he asked. But he wanted me to experience being with a girl so I could do what I wanted based on experience rather than shy assumption. She told me she had two huge s***** likes. She liked taking a young man’s virginity and she liked, as she put it bluntly, proving to a f** that he was not necessarily a f**. So she handled me safely and comfortably. Showed me what a woman’s touch was like. What a woman’s body could do. And as she straddled my hips she told me it was ok if this first time was over too soon. Then I was surrounded by silky wet heat and she put my hands on her hips and asked me to hold on as long as I could. She slowly rocked forward and back as she played with her c******* and as she got close she asked me to please give her my virgin c**. As I cried out and spasmed inside her she leaned her head back and hissed and growled her contentment, her o***** trickling down my exhausted testicles as she then looked me in the eyes and telling me to give her more. She kept me erect and pulsing as she told me yes, to give her every drop I had to give. Then she lay alongside me and stroked my skin and lightly tongued my n******, making me squirm and gasp as she fondled my testicles firmly and teased me back to life. She whispered in my ear, owning me with every word. Taking delight in my torment. And then she laid on her back and pulled me into her, telling me to push in as far as I could go. For the first time I felt a woman arch under me as I entered, and my hips wanted to follow instincts. But she locked her legs around mine and her nails dug into my back and she made me look her in the eye, and told me to listen to her. To grind deeply but not thrust yet, to allow myself to learn how a woman’s body responded to a man’s, and she urged me to move with her. The feel of her moving under me was incredible. Her last pleading words to tell me to f*** her well, and I did as she asked. I had no idea the power of a woman writhing and vocalizing but not speaking, and when she knew I was about to c** she wailed at me to please give it to her. Despite what she had already drained me of, my body found more for her, and she sobbed as she felt me spasm inside her. She did not let me dismount for some time, simply cooed and moved softly under me until she went limp and eased me off her. I lay alongside her petting her and breathing in her ear, saying nothing coherent. After a while she turned into me and with an evil smile and light in her eyes, and asked me if I still thought I was a f**. I laughed and told her no, but if she was unsure I was willing to try again, and she threatened to spank me. She said only if I spanked her first.