Certainly not!

Chloe never imagined her first time to be something quite like this. She envisioned an awkward moment between her and her equally inept lover, with lots of fumbling and a fundamental misunderstanding of human anatomy. She also had grown to anticipate a painful entry. She knew enough that any hymen wouldn't cause her trouble, as it had worn away some time ago and a particularly vigorous soccer match sloughed out the remnants. But, whether by utilizing unused muscles that preferred to remain closed, or the guy using her cervix as a trampoline, something bad had to happen that would send her into a vow of chastity.

The last thing she ever expected was to enjoy it.

"Oh fuck, fuck me Peter! Oh god fucking hell!" she belted. After who knows how long of riding him, with Peter's gracious encouragement and patience in accommodating his girth, something in him obviously snapped, and now he was plowing into her like a tractor in a fertile field. Loud smacks of wet flesh echoed in the basement, increasing in volume with each passing minute. The harder he thrust, the more soaked Chloe became, and soon she felt like she had spring a leak.

"Shit," Peter cursed, latching onto one of her delightfully pink nipples with his mouth. He never realized exactly how horny he was, suppressing this for so many years of fruitless waiting. Why had he been pining for Hannah for so long? Why did he deny himself this? Nothing ever stopped him before, and other women had shown him their interest and affection, so he never had to go looking as it were. Hannah's loss, he grinned, and the more fury he poured into Chloe, the more those troubles were bleached away from his brain.

Not letting anything like this from slipping away again, Peter thought firmly. Chloe was being grateful enough to relieve his suffering at the moment, but this was already a one-night stand in his mind. She seemed to be treating like that anyway. Either way, there were too many opportunities out there to continue like he had been. He'll never turn down another woman again, and definitely not if it meant anything like this.

I'm going to hurt in the morning, Chloe's mind warned, and then didn't care. From her first cunnilingus session, her first crack at fellatio, to the first cock sheathed within her, she had an eventful previous 24 hours. Gavin's generosity had sent her into a deep sleep, so she was rather impressed with Peter's stamina. It must come with experience, she mused, though, given her galvanizing energy currently, maybe that experience is only a surge of confidence away. She took to sucking cock like a jaguar takes to a tree based on Peter's reaction, and she just loved the sensation of something warm and full past her lips. She had tasted his yearning and desire for her body, and she concluded that Gavin's time between her legs had the same effect on him as Peter here to her.

She chided her insensitive hesitancy throughout the day. This could be Gavin right now, slamming the sense out of her. Or Zack. Clearly this was much better than fawning over some frigid prude who didn't seem to have the guts to show him what a woman can do.

Sorry my boys," Chloe thought. I'll get to you soon..."

"Ah fuck, Chloe," Peter strained, "I'm..."

"Peter!" Chloe had been singing in the higher octaves for, but her voice then possessed an unexpected low tone. "Go ahead... cum..."

A portion of Peter's brain paused, and muttered something about protection or zygotes or something, but the rest of it howled at him from an ancient past. Then, Peter let go.

He pulsed and splattered, coating her interior walls with thick paint. Chloe's own orgasm triggered, and she convulsed in his grasp, twitching her head to pussy. It refused to let him go, even after they collapsed onto the cushion, only ceasing after every precious droplet had left him.

Chloe gasped hoarsely, basking in the afterglow. Peter's weight lay on her, but she barely felt him, even she she carefully encircled his shoulders. In the distance behind her eyes, a lone flame crackled. Her fire had just started.

She smiled, wide and toothy. She giggled insanely, but some might have called it the laughing of a hyena.