I Didn't Want to Get Married

It was difficult to focus after being overwhelmed by such sensation! I managed to tug weakly at Andrew’s wrist. “Now, take me now!”

I spread my legs eagerly as Andrew moved to position himself above me. He looked down at me and laughed nervously. “I, I’ve never done this before. I’m positively terrified of hurting you. I don’t know what I’m doing-“

I smiled. “-Neither do I! Just put it in the right spot, and hopefully we’ll figure it out from there.”

We both chuckled, and Andrew stroked my face with a lightly trembling hand. “Please, tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop-“

I frowned. “-No you will not!”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “Very well, we can just go very slowly, then, alright?”

I nodded, and Andrew kissed me swiftly before turning his attention to our privates. He crept up above me a little further, until I could feel his member prodding me lightly. “Good, good, that’s good!”

Andrew’s brow creased with concentration as I felt him poking bluntly at my womanhood. It seemed his phallus was sort of sliding around, not wanting to go in. How bizarre, I would have thought this would have been easier! I frowned. “I’m sorry, Andrew, I must not have practiced enough. It seems I’ve stayed rather small. See if you can just shove it in-“

Andrew looked mildly horrified. “-Shove it!?! Never!” He tried a few more times, with the same slippery result. “Perhaps, if I just guide it a bit…”

I felt Andrew reaching a hand atwixt us, presumably to hold his member stationary. Suddenly, I felt myself, my very core, start to give under the pressure. It was going in! “There!”

Andrew pushed a little more, and I felt the most peculiar sensation. Where the candles had been, in my cunny, I felt full beyond measure, positively bursting! It stung a bit, and I hissed.

Andrew’s expression was dazed, though he seemed to panic when he saw me scrunching my face. “God! Are you alright?”

The burning was still there, though it was less harsh than initially. I could hardly believe Andrew was inside of me! “Yes. Does it feel good?”

Andrew grinned. “Yes, yes, it’s Heaven! I’ve never felt anything like this! Your entrance is so snug, though, it pinches-“

I felt a bit annoyed. “Just the entrance? You’re not all the way in yet?”

Andrew shook his head. “No, just a short ways. I-I’m so sorry. There’s more yet. Uhn…”
Hearing Andrew make such noises of gratification was incredibly satisfying. I felt proud of myself. “Keep going.”

Andrew carefully drove further in, and the strange feeling returned, along with a brief moment of sharp pain. I exhaled, and for just a moment, felt real doubt. It was almost strong enough to want to stop, until I saw the expression on Andrew’s face. He looked like he was really relishing this! I told myself to gather my courage. This was necessary.

After a moment, Andrew paused with a pant. “I, I can’t seem to get it all in at this angle.”

We both giggled nervously. Surely Andrew had the largest phallus in the world! “There’s still more?” Andrew looked sheepish. “Well, what should we do? You’ve seen people fornicating in brothels, were they doing anything different?”

Andrew seemed to think for a moment. Clearly he was having difficulty concentrating, which delighted me. “Try lifting your hips, wrap your legs around my waist.”

After some careful shuffling, that seemed to do the trick, as Andrew was able to steadily shift himself in even more! The feeling of fullness was increased even further, though the discomfort had abated quite a bit.

Andrew looked down at me. “There, I… I’m entirely in. Are you alright?”

I smiled. His tenderness reignited the fire in me. The feeling of Andrew so far inside of me, spreading me apart, abruptly took on a faintly pleasant quality. It was so intimate! “Yes. Go ahead, just a bit slowly.”

I felt Andrew gradually pulling back, leaving me feeling awfully empty. Before I could complain, I felt him sliding back in. It was still mildly uncomfortable, but watching the look on his face made it worth it! “Ah, God, (Y/N)! I’ve never felt anything like this! Being so close to you, in this way, it’s incredible!”

I found myself holding on to Andrew’s back, feeling his muscles work as he carefully took me. I groaned when I felt the small, agreeable feeling coming from the massive intrusion in my womanhood fluttering. “Keep… keep going!”

To my chagrin, Andrew paused, looking embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, I almost forgot.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, until I felt him slide a hand between us. I was shocked when he touched that special place above my cunny! I felt a jolt of pleasure run through me as he started rubbing it, almost losing his balance in the process. “Does this help?”

I could do nothing but moan in response, and Andrew seemed quite satisfied. He bent somewhat awkwardly to kiss me, and I found myself feeling those intense, sexual urgings once again. Gingerly, I pushed my hips up towards his, to egg him on.

The response I got was immediate, and Andrew let out a deep groan into my mouth before breaking our kiss. “Ah!”

I held on, starting to enjoy the experience more than I thought I would. The feeling of being so full, knowing Andrew was so pleased, as he continued touching that spot and plunging into my deepest heart, overwhelmed me for a few moments.

I felt all of Andrew’s muscles grow tense. He looked at me heatedly. “My firebrand, your embrace is too sweet. I fear I cannot withstand your touch much longer.”

Andrew’s words set my blood on fire. I cupped his angular face and smiled. “I want to feel you spend yourself in me.”

He groaned as he started pushing a little harder, going a bit faster. The stinging returned a trifle, but I was overcome by Andrew’s proficient manipulations of my sensitive bud. I felt a sense of contentment, a bond with Andrew that was immeasurable.

He started to grunt with each thrust and he moved his hand from my bundle of nerves to help bear his weight. “Uhn! Uhn! Ohhnhhn!” Andrew’s mouth hung open as I felt him slow greatly, groaning. I realized he must have had a climax!

I was proven right when Andrew ceased his efforts and rested his weight on my chest, panting, seemingly exhausted. I reached to run a hand through his hair as he turned his head to kiss my collarbone.

I felt, on some level, at last, like less of a girl. Instead of my parents’ daughter, I was finally a woman. A woman with a wonderful husband that accepted me. That was, of course, despite my very best attempts at avoiding marriage entirely.

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