You're ready, but you can't do it yourself

You give him a nervous nod. On trembling legs, you lower yourself down onto him, until you feel his tip meet resistance. Your hymen.

You clutch at his t-shirt, falling forwards into him. You're breathing so hard now, purely from anticipation. You're more nervous, excited, scared & aroused than you've ever been, and the cocktail of emotions is overwhelming you to the point that you feel you can hardly hold yourself up.

And yet, your hips refuse to drop. You know taking him in slowly won't be enough to break through the barrier, but you simply can't will yourself to give in to gravity and let yourself be impaled.

"I... I can't do it..." you whimper. " You'll have to... p-push my hips down..."

He rubs his hands over your butt, before returning them to their prime position on your waist. "Alright. Count down for me."

You gulp. You put your arms over his shoulders and brace yourself against the sofa again. "Three..."

You can feel his solid rod nestled in your entryway. Imagining that hardness all the way inside you make you sweat, drool, and create some other fluids too. "Two..."

He looks you in the eye and gives you his classic doofy grin. Your heart skips a beat! You're probably just getting swept up in the moment, but you could see yourself falling for this guy, hard... "O-one..."

He grasps your hips firmly and shoves downwards.

"Ze-"

Your voice cuts out as you feel yourself be impaled on his cock. Your cherry pops, bringing with it a slight stinging sensation, and the awareness that you can no longer call yourself a virgin. You've been made into a woman.

"-rooooo!"

"Ohhhhh shit, sorry, ahhh, I thought we were doing on one!"

You clutch at him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I-it's okay..." you gasp. "J-just gimme a second..."

"Oh fuck...!" he groans. "Yeah, good call, don't move for a little while... I need to get used to this, I feel like I'm on the edge of bursting already. You feel amazing inside!"

You blush at the compliment and stay still, embracing him in your arms while his rigid breeding pole remains motionless inside your snug living quarters. You feel it pulsing, and wonder whether he can hold on, or if the latex protector of your womb will be called upon to do its job already.