First Taste

Mila had only been in Amsterdam for three days.

She was 22, from a small town in Bulgaria, and had never even kissed a boy properly. She came to the Netherlands for a summer program, but today she was just wandering the pretty streets when she saw the little cheese shop with its wooden sign and wheels of Gouda in the window.

The bell above the door chimed when she stepped inside.

Behind the counter stood a tall Dutch man, probably in his early thirties. Broad shoulders, short blond hair, and strong hands that were currently cutting a piece of aged cheese. He looked up and gave her a calm, easy smile.

“Looking for something sweet or something strong?” he asked. His English was good, but the Dutch accent was thick.

Mila felt her face warm. “I… don’t know. I’ve never tried real Dutch cheese before.”

He wiped his hands on his apron and walked around the counter.

“I’m Lars,” he said. “Come. I’ll let you taste.”

For the next twenty minutes, Lars let her try different cheeses. He fed her small pieces from his fingers — young creamy Gouda, spicy aged cheese, one with herbs. Every time she opened her mouth, his eyes dropped to her lips.

Mila couldn’t stop looking at his hands. Big, veined, confident. And lower… the bulge in his jeans was impossible to ignore. Thick and heavy, resting against his thigh. She had never seen anything like it in real life.

“You’re staring,” Lars said quietly after the last piece.

Mila’s cheeks burned. “I’m sorry.”

He stepped closer. The shop was empty. Sunlight was coming through the windows, but no customers had come in for a while.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said. His voice dropped lower. “You want to see it?”

Mila’s heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. She was a virgin. She had never done anything. But her body felt hot and strange and she couldn’t look away from that bulge.

She nodded.

Lars didn’t smile. He just unbuckled his belt, opened his jeans, and pulled his cock out.

It was huge.

Thick, long, with a fat pink head and heavy veins running down the shaft. It hung heavy between his legs, already starting to harden. Mila’s eyes widened. She had never seen a real cock before, and this one looked intimidating.

“You’ve never done this,” Lars said. It wasn’t a question.

Mila shook her head, embarrassed. “No… never.”

Lars studied her for a second, then gently took her hand and wrapped it around his cock. Her fingers didn’t even close around it.

“Come,” he said.

He led her to the back of the shop, behind a tall shelf of cheese wheels, into a small storage room with a wooden table. The door stayed slightly open. Anyone could walk into the shop.

Lars lifted her onto the table and pushed her summer dress up. He pulled her panties down and off, then spread her legs. Her pussy was already wet and puffy, even though she was nervous.

He stroked his cock a few times, then pressed the thick head against her entrance.

“It’s going to hurt at first,” he warned her calmly. “But I’ll go slow.”

Mila nodded, biting her lip.

Lars pushed.

The fat head stretched her virgin hole wider than anything she had ever felt. Mila gasped and grabbed his arms. It burned. He kept pushing, inch by thick inch, forcing her tight pussy to open around him. When he was only halfway in, Mila started crying — not from sadness, but from the overwhelming stretch.

“It’s too big,” she whimpered. “Lars— it hurts—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “You’re doing good. Almost there.”

He pushed the rest of the way in with one slow, steady thrust until his hips were flush against her. Mila cried out. She felt completely full, stretched painfully around his massive cock. A few tears ran down her cheeks.

Lars stayed still for a long moment, letting her adjust. He wiped her tears with his thumb.

“breathe,” he said softly. “You’re taking my cock so well for your first time.”

He started moving.

Slow, deep strokes. Every time he pulled out and pushed back in, Mila felt the thick ridge of his cock drag against her walls. The pain slowly started mixing with something else — a deep, aching pleasure that made her toes curl.

Lars fucked her gently at first, but as her pussy got wetter and started making obscene wet sounds around his cock, he began thrusting harder. The table creaked under them. Sunlight was still coming through the shop windows. Anyone could walk in at any moment.

Mila was moaning now — soft, shocked little sounds every time he bottomed out inside her.

“You’re so tight,” Lars growled against her neck. “This virgin pussy is squeezing me so fucking hard.”

He reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb while he fucked her. Mila’s legs started shaking. The combination of his thick cock stretching her and his finger on her clit was too much.

She came with a broken cry, her pussy clenching and fluttering around his massive cock for the first time in her life. Lars kept fucking her through it, watching her face as she came on his dick.

When he got close, he pulled out and stroked his cock fast. Thick ropes of cum shot across her stomach, her dress, and even up to her small breasts. Some landed on her pussy lips.

Lars stayed between her legs, breathing hard, rubbing the head of his cock through the mess he made on her skin.

Mila was dazed, legs still spread, cum cooling on her body. Her pussy felt sore and stretched and used.

Lars leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips for the first time.

“Welcome to Amsterdam,” he said with a small smile.

He pressed another cold ice cube gently against her sore hole while Mila sucked the ice cream off his fingers.