They both enjoy it

Peter stepped forward, and Miranda stopped diddling herself to grab his thick rod. Peter could feel the wetness of her pussyjuice on her fingers and she gave him a couple light strokes with her cum-slicked fingers. Gazing up at him, his thick cum still drying on her face, Miranda nestled his swollen cockhead between her labia.

Even this was a new sensation for Peter. His sensitive glans felt the light pressure of the tight, warm entrance to her pussy; it was better, more satisfying somehow than her mouth and throat had been. And, way better than his hand. It was going to happen. Peter was going to lose his virginity, to the hot TA he'd had a crush on all year.

Miranda looked submissively at him, holding his eyes, and nodded. Slowly, savoring the moment, he steadily thrust his hips forward.

Inch by glorious inch, the tight Korean pussy gave way to his rock-hard shaft. As her warm, satiny sheath enveloped his cock, a deep pleasure ran from his groin all the way to the back of his brain. There was a...heat, a satisfaction, a perfection to it, that only increased the more he plumbed her depths.

Peter felt an appreciation for his newly-enlarged cock, and all the length he had to enjoy. That first, slow thrust felt like it took ages; an endless crescendo of pleasure that somehow kept escalating. As he split her open, Miranda starting whimpering in pleasure -- small, quick moans from the back of her throat, little ohs that seemed halfway between pleasure and overwhelm. Knowing that Miranda felt the same way gave him a sense of power and confidence he'd never felt before in his life.

Finally, he bottomed out. The texture of that very last millimeter seemed a little different; unbeknownst to him, his cock was a perfect length for her pussy, filling her up all the way to the entrance of her cervix. It was, perhaps, a little too thick for her -- the stretching was a bit beyond comfortable -- but Miranda found herself completely filled for the first time in her life, in a way that no other man had been able to do.

Miranda wrapped her legs around the freshman, keeping him in fully, rocking gently back and forth, letting their nerves fire all the way up and down their respective organs. Peter, for his part, didn't want to pull out at all, and ground his pelvis in small circles, adding to their shared stimulation.

Impossibly, Miranda found herself approaching an orgasm just from this sensation. Every nerve ending in her groin was firing in deep, mind-sizzling pleasure. Normally, in order to cum, she needed to play with her clit as some guy pounded cluelessly away; but this was stimulation that she'd never experienced before. Every little mutual twitch of theirs shot little bolts of electricity up her spine until she felt herself cresting the wave of a massive orgasm.

She took a deep breath in right as she started cumming, and got a fresh lungful of the smell of Peter's pleasure-giving cum, still stranded across her nose and lips, taking her peak to an unimaginable high. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," she wailed, high pitched, as her eyes rolled back in her perfect face. Her pussy started convulsing around the thick invader, squeezing even tighter. Pussy juices that had nowhere to go started squirting out of their place of connection, spraying clear girlcum onto Peter's chest, soaking his t-shirt that he hadn't actually taken off.

Her supporting arm lost its strength and she fell back flat onto the table, changing the angle of the deliciously firm cock inside of her, re-doubling and extending her ride.

Peter, for his part, felt like a god. He knew that some girls faked it but there was no mistaking the twitching and squirting of Miranda's tight, wet box. This perfect creature had just had a mind-melting orgasm from him just sticking his dick in her. He had always heard that guys' first times were usually pretty fast. But somehow, he felt totally in control. He was taking an enormous amount of pleasure from this beautiful coed's body, and she was enjoying it at least as much as he was.

Miranda's orgasm finally subsided, and she lay there on the cheap wooden table, breasts heaving up and down as she gasped for air, recovering. Each breath pulled her taut tummy even tighter, laying out the delicious curve of her abs, showing a hint of her ribcage. Peter leaned over her, using one hand to hold her by that rib cage, and decided it was time to start really fucking her.

His body knew what to do. One long, smooth stroke out, and then a deliberate but irresistible thrust back in. Miranda's pussy was tight, not used to handling such a thick cock, but so lubricated with Miranda's juices that it had **** but to give way. On each stroke, his pelvis bottomed out with a wet slap, sending a fresh spray of her cum around their groins. Each stroke felt as good as the first one, with the rhythm building on top of it, a molten pleasure pulsing in both of bodies.

Steadily, Peter increased his pace to the point where each stroke was on the very edge of violent. Each push of his pelvis was a fresh impaling of Miranda's defenseless, quivering pussy. The little library study room was filled with the sounds of the wet slaps, the creaking wooden table, and Miranda's submissive moans, which alternated between high pitched squeaks and low groans when Peter found a fresh angle. Every few minutes, Peter paused, cock fully embedded inside of her tanned Korean body, as she rode out a fresh orgasm. Miranda's hands, languidly roaming in a haze of pleasure and orgasms, alternated between clutching the back of Peter's head, squeezing her own breasts, and smearing Peter's first load over her face and tongue.

Over long minutes, Miranda got more and more wildly delirious, her body less and less in control. Peter felt a massive orgasm building inside of him, and he knew he was going to fill this lithe young woman's body with a huge, sticky load, coating her insides just as he'd covered her face.