In those short nine months, I had grown more attached to her than any other girl I'd ever known. I'd deliberately not told her about the start-up comp...ny or that I was likely about to become rich. After so much time and our active sex life, she was completely immune to my effect, and I could clearly see that Marissa loved me for me. No gold digging, no chemical alterations, just pure, honest love. And I loved her back all the more.I stalked across the room, my books landing in a heap on the. I don’t ever want you to change.“But for some reason that I don’t really understand, I’m afraid your pussy and tits won’t be the same if someone other than me has fucked you. I recognize the absurdity of that feeling but I can’t seem to put it out of my head.“So here is my suggestion. Let’s give it a try and see how well I can handle it. But this has to be done with absolute and total honesty between us both. Nothing can be held back and there can never be any lies. And if I can’t handle it. Make me cum, slave, use your hands, use whatever you deem necessary," she commanded, her eyes closed, her hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples. The nipple-play only turned me on more, as I put two fingers around her clit, squeezing it in between them. I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, moving it around, having it lap up all of the sweet pussy juices that were coming out of her. Then I started circling her clitoris again, with my fingers this time, slowly building up the speed as I. But he pushed harder, and I felt my virgin sissy pussy stretch. As his cock pushed inside further inside untouched territory, the stretching started to hurt. I involuntarily pulled away, but he kept saying its okay and to relax. I just grabbed the pillow at the top of the bed, barked into it. He continued pushing it in, very slowly but gently and he asked if I wanted him to stop; each time I shook my head no. He did it so slowly that when the head finally entered me, it felt good but somewhat.