I could hear the word virgin a lot as different men came in the touched me, leaving a tingling sensation wherever they touched, mostly between my legs....I felt like I was floating, and someone remarked that I appeared to be enjoying being touched, and the old lady remarked that I was high, to which he smiled, 'I think I like this one', he remarked, stroking my breasts, stomach, and pussy, which was wet as he pushed into me, looking into my face for any reaction.'You think she feels it', he asked. I could feel a finger begin to slide into me. Another new sensation I had never known before. Pleasure turned to slight pain. He moved deeper and deeper into me. His finger curved and he rubbed against the wall of my vagina. Pain turned to pleasure. Then another finger entered and stretched at my opening. Pain surged through my body. He assured me that it was better for me to take time and feel this pain. He sucked and licked at my clitoris until I thought I would explode. The mixture of. In a gutteral voice full of primal passion, “Uuh, god, yes!”, he released his warm, silky, slimy cum into my mouth. I felt his cock pulse through my hands as my throat swallowed each burst of Kyle’s seed milk and it was… well, it wasn’t half as bad as I expected. I’d never swallowed before and I kinda liked it. Okay, fine… I loved it. So sue me.Kyle’s legs were shaking fiercely but he managed to stay on his feet as I sucked the last drops of creamy cum from him before licking his beautiful cock. My mind was in turmoil as I made my way unsteadily to my bedroom. What had just happened? Did we really fuck on the sofa? My god, what was I thinking? I climbed into bed and turned out the light but my mind would not shut down. Images of what had happened earlier replayed in my mind, arousing my cock again. Excitement and guilt raced through my mind. I knew it was totally wrong and such a risk to my marriage and yet I would gladly do it again. What was I thinking? I drifted off into a fitful.