Many first times

Jeffrey's eyes lit up with excitement. "I have some in my room," he said eagerly. "Come with me."

Meg followed Jeffrey up the creaky stairs, her heart pounding. As they entered his cluttered bedroom, memories of his earlier activities with the doll flashed through her mind. The air still held a faint musky odor.

Jeffrey fumbled in his dresser drawer, producing a foil-wrapped condom. His hands shook as he turned back to Meg. She gave him an encouraging smile, reaching for the zipper of her skirt.

"Let me," Jeffrey said softly.

His fingers trembled as he slowly lowered the zipper, letting the skirt pool at Meg's feet. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her lacy panties, sliding them down her shapely legs. Meg stepped out of them, now fully nude.

Jeffrey's eyes roamed hungrily over Meg's body as she reclined on the bare mattress. Her chestnut hair fanned out around her, framing her flushed face. She bit her lip nervously, but spread her legs in invitation.

Jeffrey approached slowly, his eyes wide with awe as he took in the sight of Meg's nude form. He carefully positioned himself between her parted thighs, his hands caressing her smooth skin. Leaning down, he captured one rosy nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. Meg gasped softly, arching into his touch.

As Jeffrey lavished attention on her breasts, Meg could feel his hardness brushing against her inner thigh. The heat of his arousal radiated against her most intimate areas. She squirmed slightly, torn between apprehension and desire.

"Jeffrey," Meg whispered urgently, "the condom. We need to use protection."

"Oh, yeah," Jeffrey mumbled, lifting his head. He fumbled with the foil packet, his hands shaking as he tore it open. With some difficulty, he managed to roll the latex sheath over his length.

Meg watched nervously as Jeffrey positioned himself at her entrance. She took a deep breath, trying to relax as he began to push forward.

Meg winced slightly as Jeffrey's thick girth stretched her tight opening. The sensation of him filling her, though foreign, was also strangely arousing. She gripped the sheets, biting her lower lip to muffle her moans of surprise as he continued to push inside her. Jeffrey's eyes locked with hers, his own face contorted with concentration and lust.

"Are you okay?" he panted, his voice strained. "Am I hurting you?"

"It's... it's fine," Meg managed, her breath coming in short gasps. "Just... give me a moment to adjust."

Jeffrey nodded and stopped moving, allowing her time to acclimate to his size. Meg took deep, shuddering breaths, willing herself to relax as she felt him pulsing within her. Slowly, the initial discomfort eased, replaced by a building warmth that radiated from her core.

"Okay," she breathed, nodding for him to continue. "You can move now."

Jeffrey did as she asked, withdrawing almost all the way out before sliding back in with long, slow strokes. Meg closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations building within her body. He was so much thicker than she expected, but that fullness was quickly becoming intoxicating.

As Jeffrey continued his slow, steady thrusts, Meg's gaze drifted down to her hand resting on the mattress. Her fingers were still sticky and glistening with Jeffrey's earlier release. She stared, transfixed by the pearly fluid coating her skin.

Meg's mind wandered, imagining the millions of eager sperm cells swimming and wriggling on her fingers, desperately seeking an egg to fertilize. She pictured them lost and confused, blindly searching for a way inside her body.

Almost unconsciously, Meg's hand drifted between her legs. She gasped softly as her semen-slicked fingers made contact with her sensitive flesh. The fluid acted as a slippery lubricant as she began to circle her swollen clit.

Waves of pleasure radiated through her core as Meg's fingers glided over her most sensitive areas. She could feel Jeffrey's seed mingling with her own wetness as she touched herself. The taboo nature of it sent a thrill through her body.

Meg's hips rocked in time with Jeffrey's thrusts and her own ministrations. As Jeffrey continued his rhythmic movements, Meg suddenly let out a long, trembling moan. Her eyes flew open wide, a look of surprise crossing her flushed face.

"Oh! It... it feels different," she gasped, her voice breathy and strained.

Jeffrey's brow furrowed with concern. "What do you mean?" he panted, slowing his thrusts slightly. "Am I hurting you?"

Meg shook her head, struggling to find the words to describe the new sensations coursing through her body. "No, it's not painful. It's just... more intense somehow. Different." She bit her lip, trying to articulate the change. "I can feel you more... everything seems heightened."

Curiosity overtook her, and Meg's hand drifted down between their joined bodies. Her fingers probed gently where they were connected, feeling the slick heat of their coupling. As her fingertips explored, they encountered something unexpected - loose, wrinkled latex.

Meg's breath caught in her throat as the realization hit her. "Jeffrey," she whispered urgently, "the condom... I think it broke."

Jeffrey's eyes widened in shock. He pulled back slightly, looking down to confirm Meg's discovery. The torn remnants of the condom hung uselessly around his shaft, leaving him bare inside her.

"Oh" Jeffrey muttered. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize..."

"It's okay," Jeffrey gasped, his mind clouded with arousal. "I'll just... pull out before i finish."

Jeffrey Resumed his thrusting, his movements becoming more urgent and forceful. Without the barrier of the condom, Meg could feel every ridge and vein of his shaft as it plunged into her depths. The increased friction sent jolts of pleasure radiating through her core.

"Wait," Meg panted, a note of concern in her voice. "Maybe we should stop..."

But her protests died on her lips as Jeffrey's pace increased, his hips slamming against hers with bruising ****. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath them as he pounded into her with abandon.

Despite her misgivings, Meg felt herself being swept away by the rising tide of sensation. Her body betrayed her mind's hesitation, responding eagerly to Jeffrey's rough handling. She could feel the pressure building low in her belly, a tingling warmth spreading through her limbs.

"Oh fuck," Meg moaned, her back arching involuntarily. "I'm close... I'm going to..."

Her words dissolved into incoherent cries of ecstasy as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Meg's inner walls clenched and spasmed around Jeffrey's length as her climax washed through her in pulsing waves.

As Meg's climax subsided, she became acutely aware of the changes overtaking Jeffrey's body. His muscles tensed, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin in the dim light. She felt his shaft swelling within her, the veins pulsing against her sensitive walls. Jeffrey's breathing grew ragged, coming in short, sharp gasps.

His hips began to stutter in their rhythm, losing the steady pace from moments before. Meg could feel the tension coiling in Jeffrey's body, like a spring wound too tight. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Meg's eyes widened as she realized Jeffrey was making no move to withdraw. His face was a mask of ecstasy, lost in the throes of passion. In a moment of clarity, Meg understood he had no intention of pulling out.

With a surge of adrenaline, Meg planted her hands on Jeffrey's chest and pushed hard. He tumbled backwards with a startled grunt, his engorged member slipping free of her body. In the same instant, Jeffrey let out a guttural moan as his orgasm overtook him.

Thick ropes of pearly fluid erupted from his pulsing shaft, arcing through the air to land on Meg's flat stomach and heaving breasts. Jet after jet of warm semen splashed across her skin as Jeffrey's hips jerked uncontrollably.

Meg watched in fascination as Jeffrey's member twitched and pulsed, still releasing spurts of his seed. Almost unconsciously, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Jeffrey let out a strangled gasp as she began to stroke him firmly, milking the last drops from his sensitive organ.

"Mmm, you almost filled me up, didn't you?" Meg purred, her voice low and husky. She ran her thumb over his swollen tip, smearing the pearly fluid. "But that's not going to happen…"

Jeffrey could only moan incoherently in response, his hips jerking involuntarily as Meg continued her ministrations. She marveled at the velvety softness of his skin contrasted with the rigid hardness beneath.

"Does it feel good when I touch you like this?" Meg asked teasingly, increasing her pace slightly. She gave a firm squeeze, eliciting another groan from Jeffrey. "I bet you wish you were still inside me, don't you? Pumping all that hot cum deep in my pussy?"

Jeffrey's entire body shuddered at her words. His eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open as he panted heavily. Meg could feel his shaft pulsing in her grip, impossibly hard despite his recent release. She marveled at his stamina, wondering how much more he could take.