0 comments/ 119523 views/ 0 favorites First Time For Both By: BlodSwetNTears He was a sweet, southern boy who knew how to charm a woman. She was a confident northern girl. Their relationship started normally...a few sweet words shared; they were always there for each other with a helping hand and a solid shoulder. Then things began to change. She had been thinking about him more and more as the days went by...his sweet, hot breath, his firm body, and, more than anything, he wonderful personality. He was coming over for dinner tonight, so she decided to make it a really special evening. She didn't bother cooking any food...she knew that he wouldn't be hungry for food when he got there, not if she had anything to do with it anyway. She took a hot bath and shaved her mound smooth, with just a little patch of dark brown curly hair left at the top of her slit. Even as she was in the bath, she shuddered and grew wet as she thought about what she hoped would happen this evening. After the bath, she put on a black satin thong and matching bra, trying to tame her large D-cup breasts. She knew that he was an ass-man and that he would really appreciate the way that the thong accentuated her slightly large figure. She then put on a little black dress – low cut in the front and so short that you could almost see her ass-cheeks hanging out as she walked. She took a glance and in the mirror and knew that there was no way that he could resist her tonight. She slipped on a pair of black high heels as the doorbell rang. With music and candles in the background, she made her way to the door, her breathing getting heavier and heavier in anticipation of what was to come. She opened the door and there he was, looking perhaps the best that she had ever seen him look before. He was wearing neatly pressed khakis and a white button-down shirt. At his first glimpse of her she thought she saw a certain twinkle in his eye. He seemed to enjoy the little black number that she was wearing. She smiled – he took a step toward her and gave her a hug, breathing in the scents lingering on her soft skin from her earlier bath. He pulled back, keeping his hands on her arms and looked deep into her eyes. There was a connection – no words were spoken, no movements made – yet they both knew – they felt the raw desire in the air and they knew that tonight was the night that they had both been waiting for. He gently wraps his arms around her waist, kicking the door shut behind him. She places her arms around his neck, pulling his face closes to hers, as their lips press against each other. Soon, they find their tongues intertwining – probing each other's mouths – each moaning quietly. His hands beginning to roam – over her back and down to her ass. They quickly slipped under her short dress, which in the passion had already ridden part of the way up her big ass. He began to feel her slit and she sensed his growing passion rising ten-fold as he slipping his finger into her crack, finding that she was wearing a thong. He moaned loudly. She felt herself getting wetter by the second. They walk over to the oversize leather couch – she pushes him down onto the comfy sofa. Still passionately locked at the lips – his hand still groping and feeling her ass. As they kiss, she begins to grind her panty-clad pelvis against his hard cock, still growing inside of his pants. She knows that it is time and that they cannot contain their desire for each other any longer. She gently takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom. He helps her out of her dress – slipping it off over her head and revealing her sexy black lingerie covering her ample figure. She slowly unbuttons his shirt, being sure that she is firmly rubbing her body against his in the process. The kiss again as she slips her shirt off and undoes his pants. Their lips part as his pants and boxers fall to the floor. "I want to kiss you sweet ass," he whispers. She can feel the moisture dripping from her slit. She gets on the bed in a kneeling position. "Come here baby," she says. "I want you to lick me. I want to feel your tongue in my hot ass. Make me all wet so you could put your hot cock in my tight hole." He willingly obliges. Taking his position behind her, he pulls her thong to one side of her ass. She reaches back and spreads her ass-cheeks apart, giving him full access to her shit hole. She feels his hot tongue licking around her hole and moans loudly. He reaches under her with one hand, rubbing her clit and inserting a couple of fingers into her hot pussy. He licks all over her ass, getting it nice and wet. She feels him slip his tongue into her hot hole...almost driving her over the edge. But he senses this and, both of them wanting the pleasure to last, he eases off to a moment, allowing her to relax. His hard dick, her hot pussy, and hot wet ass-hole are ready for the climax of the evening. She takes off her thong and bra, not wanting anything to get in the way. She is kneeling on the bed; he is behind her. "Are you sure that you are ready?" he asks. She nods, already moaning in anticipation. He grabs some lube from the end stand, not wanting to hurt her at all and wanting them both to enjoy this. He lubes up his rock hard cock. It is so hard that all of the veins are standing out on it. She has never seen a man so hard before...and it turns her on to know that she is the cause of her pleasure. He had never had anal sex, but it was a fantasy of his that she wanted to fulfill. She had never taken it up the ass before and was kind of scared (an excited) and her first time. She feels the head of his cock pressing against her hole. He slowly pressed himself into her. She felt the head of his cock slip in. "Are you ok baby?" he asks out of concern. "I am fine...it is tight, but it feels so good" she replies. She feels him slowly slip in her, inch by wonderful inch. He begins to pump her slowly at first, getting to the rhythm of things and getting her accommodated to have a cock up her ass. But as their passion mounts, his thrusts get faster and faster. She feels his balls slapping against her ass. She reaches back with one hand and gently rubs his balls with each thrust. She squeezes her ass muscles, making her even tighter...hearing him moan with each thrust. He thrusts become faster and faster. His cock gets harder and harder. She senses that he is about to blow his load in her and she is ready to climax as well. She feels him pull back for one last thrust as he plunges himself into her as far as he can as he shoots load after load of creamy, hot cum in her ass....feeling it fill up her hole. She is overcome by the feeling of him rammed up her ass, shooting in her and she climaxes with extreme power...her juices flowing so rapidly that she is dripping on the bed. He pulls out of her, once again placing his face at her hot hole. His cum is oozing out of her hole. He licks it all....sucking up every drop that comes out of her. When he is done, she rolls over and he gently climbs on top of her, kissing her passionately. Tasting each other's juices in their mouth...wondering why it took them so long to realize the desire that they had for each other. Knowing that this was only the first of many nights to come, they slowly drift off to sleep, covered in cum and sweat, wrapped in each others arms. First Time for Both (c) Copyright, Emanon_Pen, 2005. All Rights Reserved. The stories on this website are works of fiction. Any characters resemblance to persons living or dead is purely and entirely coincidental. 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The third child in a family of five she was the only girl born to her immigrant parents. Growing up in her house meant working to get excellent grades in school, helping her father in his small business, and not doing anything to bring disrespect to her parents, bothers, and herself. Dating was not even allowed during her formative years. None of her brothers allowed any of her high school and college boyfriends get close to her physically as well as emotionally. Their protection made it difficult for her to experiment with her sexuality so she just pushed any idea of being a woman to the back of her mind. Although her parents were born in Europe, they did not believe in sex for anything else other than procreation. The one time she thought she could get away with playing with her new found pleasure center, her mother walked in the room and slapped her until she agreed she would never do it again. Michael Robert Fitzsimmons was born 28 years earlier in the area of New York City called Hell's Kitchen. Stretching on from 14th Street to 38th Street on the West Side of Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen was and still is home to the Irish immigrants coming to the United States to find a piece of the American economic pie. Ninety percent of the families worked hard to climb out of the bowels of Hells Kitchen, but not Michael's mother and father. They were content to live and work there in the hopes of making the area better for the present and future inhabitants. Michael and his brother grew up hearing his parents making love in their small two bedroom apartment. The walls were tissue paper thin and coupled with the fact he had to share the only other bedroom with his older brother kept him from pleasuring himself. The fear of being caught kept him from performing the teenage rights of passage – masturbation. The thought of jerking off was out of the question and he couldn't see doing it while his brother was in the bed next to his. His Catholic upbringing and the threat of Father Paul's retribution was enough for him to keep it in his pants and out of either of his hands. Michael never left the city he called home. Lisa Marie studied Chinese in college and mastered three of the dialects becoming extremely proficient in Cantonese. She became well known enough in the small community of Americans that were fluent in Chinese that the United Nations sought her out for their real time translation department. Michael went to New York University, the Stern School of Business receiving a Master in Business Administration Magna Cum Laude, and landed a top position with one of Wall Street's most prestigious financial institutions. They met literally by accident while shopping in the now defunct FAO Schwarz on Fifth Avenue at 57th Street. Each of them was looking for a birthday gift for a dear friend's daughter and it was the search that would bring them together. The Barbie Doll display in FAO Schwarz was considered the best retail display in the world of everything Barbie. FAO Schwarz was place to purchase the one thing every little girl should have as well as any expensive toy marketed in the world. As each reached for the last Doctor Barbie Doll, their heads knocked together and as they rubbed the spot where contact was made they profusely apologized to each other for being a klutz. Michael took the gracious route, offered the doll to Lisa Marie, and without a moment's hesitation asked for her phone number. "Here, take the doll, and in return I'll make a simple request," he stated. "And what would that be?" Lisa Marie replied eyeing the hunk that stood no more than six inches away from her. "A doll for a doll and a phone number for a smitten wall street wanna be mogul," he replied. A small knock on the head, a simple request for a person's phone number, and now after a year of dating the ultimate expression of love was only hours away. Each in their own world, each wondering if the pleasure would be everything they've hoped it would, and each so nervous that it was becoming impossible to remain outwardly calm. Lisa Marie did not have anyone she could really consider a close enough friend to discuss her feelings with and instead tried to search the Internet for heartfelt expressions of what is was like to lose one's virginity. The more she searched, the more she found erotic literature that made her feel sexy and dirty, but did not answer her questions. She realized that the breaking of her hymen would cause some pain, but she wanted to know if it would over power her desires and make the act of love something she would not like. Information she gleaned from the erotic stories and personal blogs on the Internet made her think that first time sex could be a very unsatisfying experience. From what she read, she hoped that Michael would be a tender lover the first time. She'd read about men who had no idea about what it takes to please a woman and hoped her first experience would not be a miserable, painful failure. Lisa Marie did discover that she could feel some pleasure when she masturbated. She did not like to play with her clitoris because it brought back memories of the first time she tried it and her mother slapped the shit out of her. She finally completed the act of self-satisfaction when she moved to New York City. She was making enough money as a translator to afford a single room efficiency apartment on the East Side of Manhattan. Living alone at the age of twenty-two afforded her the time and place to begin to explore the regions of her body everyone so adamantly had told her was not a good thing to do. Lisa Marie loved the feeling her body went though as she caressed her most private of parts and massaged herself to a gut wrenching orgasm. She never thought about inserting anything into her vagina as she wanted to be pure for the man that would take her well protected virginity. Although she was not as religious as her mother, father, and brothers, she did respect their morals... Well, her mother and father's morals. Her brothers were another story and she knew in her heart that she was the 'thou shall not' side of the sexual double standard. Lisa Marie figured each of her bothers lost their virginity at the tender age of fourteen. Mother never uttered a word and dad just smiled to himself. Lisa Marie figured dad was thinking about his boys being a 'chip off the old block' and all she could do was listen and suffer in silence. Michael had ample opportunity to pleasure himself while alone in his apartment. He had the occasional nocturnal emission, but made no attempt to masturbate to orgasm. He wanted to have his first orgasm while making love to the woman he hoped would be his future wife and lifelong lover. Also ever present in the back of his mind was the teachings of the church. Masturbation was, is, and forever will be a sin. The Bible told him so. The spilling of the seed was not looked upon with grace in the church. Michael suffered with morning erections, afternoon erections, and blue balls from the make out sessions he's had with Lisa Marie. Cold showers, psychological rationalizations, and emotional self-imposed 'thou shall not' intellectualism allowed him to survive until this day and what he hoped would be the termination, cessation, and ending of his sexual celibacy tonight. Lisa Marie stood in front of her full length mirror completely naked. Her five foot eight inch height accented the fact she had a beautiful set of legs. Standing there she noticed that when she put her legs together her thighs did not touch. Her knees touched and from there rose an inverted triangle of space bounded by each thigh and culminating in an area that was for the first time this evening going to be touched by someone other than her. She turned left and right trying to get a good look at her backside hoping it would look as good naked as it did covered in a tight pair of designer jeans. She smiled to herself as she admired her reflection and the newly shaped and trimmed patch of pubic hair. She had learned enough from her reading to do something that she knows her mother would never have done. She took the time to shave all the hair around her most private of parts and trim the remaining patch of pubic hair above it. She ran her hands from the sides of her thighs, up and across to the front of her hips, and up her flat stomach to just beneath her breasts. She cupped her hands under what she considered to be ultra-small breasts. They stood nipple up from her body and did not have the size or weight to hang down like some women she saw in the locker room at the gym. With her hands cupped beneath her breasts, she thought how nice it would be when she allowed Michael the same privilege. She turned away from the mirror and looked at the lingerie laid out on her bed. Not even thinking about the partially open window, she stood naked as a jay-bird contemplating which set of what had to be considered 'sexy' underwear she would wear. Lisa Marie had spent close to two hours in the Victoria's Secret on Fifth Avenue trying to decide which outfit she wanted to be in when Michael removed her clothes. She thought maybe she wouldn't let him and she would do a slow strip tease for him revealing a very hot pair of underpants, bra, and thigh high stockings, but underneath it all she knew it wasn't going to happen. She was nowhere near the type of person to flaunt her body in front of a man like some dancer swinging on a pole in a Gentleman's Club. On the bed were two matching bra and panty sets one in black and the other in pink. The black set consisted of a pair of lace Brazilian panties and a seamless push-up strapless bra. The pink set consisted of a pair of jacquard lace v-string panties with a matching lace demi bra. Lisa Marie wanted to be sexy without being a slut and the more she looked the harder her decision was becoming. Lisa Marie turned towards the two outfits hanging from the top of her closet door. Maybe if she decided which dress she was going to wear it would make the lingerie decision easier. On the left hung a Donna Karan version of the traditional 'Little Black Dress' that would have to be worn with the strapless bra because it was an off the shoulder design. Next to it was a simple black v-neck tee with pink accents and a black miniskirt. The dress was an inch or two longer than the miniskirt and presented a more formal and less casual look to her dress for the evening. Either outfit would necessitate her wearing stockings so she had purchased thigh highs in black to match either outfit. The decision turned out to be very easy for Lisa Marie as she realized the miniskirt presented more of a slut look and she wanted to be seen as a lady. Her readings on the Internet seeped into her consciousness and help finalize her wardrobe for this special evening. Since she decided on wearing the 'The Little Black Dress', she would wear the black lingerie and offer Michael a black sexy clothing picture of herself. Sighing, she realized that the time it took for her to decide what she was going to wear she was showing her neighbors across the street everything she'd hidden for the past 27 years. Having made the decision on what to wear, Lisa Marie stepped over to her dressing table, sat down, and began applying her facial makeup. She wanted to wait as long as possible before having put on her clothes and as she looked at herself in the mirror she felt a warm wave pass over her body giving her the sense that she had made the right decisions. The black lingerie, the black dress, black thigh high stockings, the shaved private parts, and the knowledge that tonight she would allow the sex organ of another human being enter her body. For the first time in her life, she felt a small wave of sexual pleasure pass from between her legs, up her body, and into her mind without any sort of self induced manipulation of her most private of parts. Lisa Marie was on the road to becoming a loving, sexual female and she couldn't wait for her lover to take her over to that side of being a woman. Michael was stressed out and paced around his apartment like a caged animal while trying to keep his emotions and sexual desires in check. Ever since he woke up this morning with the erection from hell, he has unconsciously placed either of his hands on his crotch leaving it there long enough to feel the heat of his now flaccid penis. The heat being generated by his genitals was driving him crazy. He was doing all he could from going into his bedroom and jerking off. Watching television was driving him crazy because he would look at the actresses and become aroused. Reading a magazine did not help either because any advertisement with a decent picture of a female model had the same effect on his genitals that the television did. All he could do was talk to himself and pray that he had the inner strength to make it until he had what he wanted for the past eleven and a half months. Time passed extremely slowly for Michael. He invited his best friend Allan over to play some fooze ball and an hour of that did nothing to calm his nerves. Allan was aware of his impending loss of virginity and did everything to exacerbate the issue instead of helping his best friend relax. "Yo, dude... Something bothering you?' Alex inquired. He knew damn well that Michael was having a hard ( pardon the pun ) time. He could not reconcile the hunk that his friend was with the fact he was still a virgin at twenty-eight. 'Oh, you're so dead, Alex!!! How could you stand there and say something like that? 'I didn't say anything wrong. I'm just trying to be kind knowing what a state heightened sexual frustration you're in," Alex laughed as he responded. "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!" "Whoa, buddy. I'm sorry if you're stupid enough to keep your cock in your pants instead of using it just to piss with. Man, you're twenty-eight years old and a virgin!!! How dumb is that?" "At least I didn't contract a venereal disease three times in the last two years like you did." "That was not called for," Alexander retorted. "Come on, Alex, I've been keeping your little side sexual high jinxes from your wife for the past five years. Now, you have the balls to tell me I'm an idiot for not spreading my sperm all over God's green Earth! Well, fuck you too and get out!!!" Alex looked at him smiled, winked, and said, "Sorry, Mike. I'll talk to you in the morning when you're head is on straight. And most of all, enjoy yourself tonight because what is going to happen is a once in a lifetime event." With that he turned and let himself out of Mike's apartment. Mike looked at the clock on the wall in his kitchen and figured he had another hour before he needed to get into the shower in preparation for tonight's dinner with Lisa Marie. Not that he had to worry about what he was going to wear, but he checked what he had selected to wear. He chose a very expensive an Oxxford handmade navy blue banker's pinstripe three piece suit, a white-on-white stripped shirt, and a subtle maroon and grey silk tie. His underwear was nothing special and he thought maybe he should have purchased something sexy, but decided against it. He knew he'd end up wearing his Calvin Klein boxer briefs because that was all he owned. Getting undressed an hour later was the easy part. Stepping into the shower and washing his body was easy until he had to clean his genitals. Boy did he get an electric shock when his hand holding the wash cloth brushed the head of his cock. He was so sensitive he wondered if he wouldn't have a premature ejaculation before he even got near making love to Lisa Marie. He quickly decided the best thing to do was clean around the area and not even try to touch himself. He forced himself to think of other things to relieve the pressure building in his body and genitals. The rest of the preparation went smoothly and he was relieved when he exited his apartment for his ride to Lisa Marie's apartment. The taxi ride to her place was uneventful as was the ride up the elevator, the walk to her apartment door, and the knock on her door to announce his arrival. Everything changed when she opened the door to let him in. Upon entering her apartment and seeing her standing there, Michael actually started swaying because the blood was rushing from his head. He felt faint and did everything in his power to control himself because standing in front of him was the most beautiful woman in the world. The dress Lisa Marie was wearing made no effort to hide her womanly charms and Mike was reacting like the typical man in heat. His penis began to rise and he could do nothing to stop it. Lisa Marie closed the door to her apartment, locked it out of habit, and strode purposefully to where her boyfriend stood. She came close to him, put her arms around his waist, and leaned in to press her lips on his. Mike responded in kind by placing his arms around Lisa Marie and pulling her into his embrace. Their lips sought to caress the others. Without as much as a thought, their tongues twirled between their open mouths each using the other to make the kiss more than just a good evening hello. Mike lowered his arms so his hands could cup Lisa Marie's buttocks and press her into his now raging erection. Lisa Marie felt his erection press against the flat of her stomach. She broke the kiss, looked up and into his eyes, "By what I'm feeling pressed against me, are you sure you want to go to dinner?" "Oh my God, Lisa Marie, I'm so sorry. I can't help myself. You look so, so, incredible. You smell even better then I've ever... I so want to be with you. I'm so embarrassed by the way I'm acting, but I want to make love to you ever so slowly so I can make you happier than ever before." Mike pressed her closer to him almost like he was trying to get her inside himself rather than him pressing his love into her. Lisa Marie took the hint and pressed her lips to his opening her mouth to allow his probing tongue to swirl with hers creating eddies of passion in each their bodies. The electricity of love was passing through the touch of their tongues making each of them want to forget about dinner and feast on each other going where they've never been before. First Time for Both Lisa Marie's hand moved from Mike's back to his crotch and without missing a beat while kissing him she took hold of his cloth covered cock. She squeezed the length of his cock with her right hand and then began to gently rub it through his suit pants. "Mike, I want to feel you in my body. I've never touched a man before now, but what I'm rubbing is so hard that I think we need to relieve the pressure that is building." "Please, Lisa Marie. I want to make love to you. I want to caress every part of your body without any thought of my pleasure. You are the woman that I love. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. The woman I want to have children with. But, we're both..." "Virgins, Mike," she whispered to him as her hand continued to caress his manhood through his pants. "Yes, I'm a virgin like you. But I want you to feel the love I have for you first. I want to you..." Mike didn't get another word out of his mouth as Lisa Marie leaned in to press her lips against his. She released her right hand from his cock and took his left hand in hers and moved it to her right breast. "Mike, don't say anything. Just come with me to my bedroom. Dinner can wait. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your manhood enter my body by taking my virginity. I want to feel you spew your hot love juices into me. I want you to fuck me, make love to me, make me your woman, but more importantly make love to me. Consummate what we've wanted for months." "Yes, my love," he responded as they walked arm-in-arm to her bedroom. When they got to her room it did not take long for her to drop the dress she so wanted him to like from her body revealing the lingerie she knew would make him even hotter. Mike watched as the little black dress fell from her body and audibly moaned as he saw the sexy underwear and stockings she was wearing. The lingerie she was wearing accented every curve of her body especially where the thigh high panties encircled her thighs just below the small patch of lace covering the most private of her body parts. With little thought, he dropped the expensive suit jacket he was wearing on the floor. He didn't even unbutton his custom made shirt. He just pulled it over his head, dropped it on the floor next to his suit jacket, and began to unbutton his pants thus getting undressed for the first time in front of Lisa Marie. When he was just in his briefs and socks he walked over to her, embraced her, and walked her gently back to her bed where she took the hint and sat down. Before she could open the fly to his briefs, Mike fell to his knees between her legs. He leaned in to her neck and began placing gentle kisses all over her shoulder. He reached behind her to find the opening to her bra and fumbled trying to find the clasp. Lisa Marie realized what he was looking for and gently moved his hands to the front of the bra showing him by tactile touch where he needed to be. Mike released the hooks holding the bra that supported her pert breasts and it fell open. He gently pushed it from her shoulders thus giving him access for the first time to her naked breasts. They stood away from her body. Her nipples were beginning to grow just from the heat she was generating thinking about what they were going to do for the first time in their lives. They were the perfect size for her frame. He looked up at her, smiled, and with the gentlest motion cupped her right breast and took her nipple into his mouth. For the first time in his life, he had the nipple of a woman's breast between his lips. Mike's hands gently rubbed the sides of Lisa Marie's body from her underarms to her hips. He felt the top of her panties and stopped for a second before moving them back up the where his mouth sucked on her growing nipples. He moved from the right nipple to the left and back again. He felt Lisa Marie take his head in her hands and slowly begin to guide his movements. As he continued to gently suck on her breasts using his tongue to swirl around her tender nipples, he heard her moan and felt her legs open wider inviting him to get his first feel of her lace covered honey pot. Lisa Marie knew it was time for him to taste her; so she moved her hands to his shoulders and pushed giving him the impetus to move his mouth lower down on her body. "Yes, my sweet. You lips are so hot against my body. Yes lover, kiss lower. Kiss your way down my body to the area between my legs where you're going to open me up so I can take your love muscle into my body. Yes, my love. I'm open for your love," moaned Lisa Marie as Mike continued his decent to her pussy. He stopped just above her mons, looked up at her, and could see eyes were closed as she again took his head in her hands and directed it to her pussy. Mike was at a loss. Should he kiss her pussy over the lace patch, should he move it, or take her panties off altogether. As he lowered his head, he felt Lisa Marie raise her hips giving him the signal he needed. His hands found the waistband of her panties and with what seemed like a practiced movement he pulled her panties down her and off her legs. He moved back between her thighs and for the first time is his life he gazed upon a woman's sex waiting for him to do another first. In fact, it would be another first for both of them. "Oh, oh, oh..." moaned Mike as he gazed upon her sex. He lowered his head, took in a deep breath, and felt his body go stiff and then limp as he reacted to the smell of her sex and not of the Opium perfume she loved to wear when dressed up to go out for dinner or a show. He saw Lisa Marie had shaved all the hair from her sex except for a small patch above on her mons. He lowered his mouth to her and kissed the outer labia of her sex. Her smell was intoxicating to him. He felt his cock jump inside his briefs. It was taking an amazing amount of self-control to keep him from cumming and ruining what he and she had so long waited for. "Yes, yes, yes... Take your tongue and run it between the lips of my pussy. That's it, my sweet. Lick from bottom to top. Use your tongue to move the flap of skin that covers my clit and gently suck it into your mouth. Suck on it. Oh, oh, oh... Yes, I'm ready for it," grunted Lisa Marie. She didn't let Mike lick for a long time for two reasons. The first to be sure that he would be a man that would accept spending time licking her pussy and the second because she wanted what was between his legs. She knew that she would one day be on her knees using her mouth to make love to his cock and accept and swallow his sweet love juices. "Come here Mike. Kiss me. I want to taste myself on your lips." Mike moved up her body kissing along the way. He felt her legs wrap themselves around his hips. Her hand slipped between their bodies and she felt that he still had his briefs on. She found the waistband and pulled at it. Mike took the hint, stood up, and pulled his briefs down and stepped out of them. Lisa Marie's eyes opened wide when she saw the size of the erection jutting from between Mike's legs. The circumcised head was a deep purple in color, large, and she could see pre-cum oozing from the slit. She took it in her hand and felt the heat of the shaft. His balls hung low and were the size of small kiwis. With the ease of a woman who knew what she wanted, Lisa Marie began to rub the plum head of Mike's erect cock between the lips of her pussy. Mike watched and wondered where she learned all the sexual tricks she was performing as the love of his life used his erection to prepare her sex for the ultimate act. He felt the heat of her bodily fluids as the crown of his cock passed between the naked lips of her vagina. Mike's body was totally lost in the feeling of Lisa Marie's hot pussy caressing the tender helmet of his cock. It didn't take long for Lisa Marie to make her pussy ready to accept Mike. She let go of his erection, put her hands on his arms, and pulled him onto her body. Mike fell forward using his forearms to brace himself above the love of his life. He looked into her eyes past her jutting breasts to where his cock lay against her pussy. He looked back at Lisa Marie and leaned in to place a hot, wet kiss on her lips. Their tongues met in her mouth as he slowly moved his left hand to her right breast. He gently massaged her breast and nipple. Lisa Marie responded by pushing her hips up off the bed pressing herself into his sex. While bound together by a long hot kiss, Lisa Marie took her left hand and used it to guide Mike's hand to his engorged cock. She broke the kiss, and whispered, "Mike, take it in your hand and put it in me. It is a man's right and his honor to take from his love, her virginity. Rub your cock between the lips of my sex. You'll know when to push it into me. Please, Mike, give it to me. Make me the woman I've been dying to become." Mike felt his cock head find the opening to her body. He paused, looked into her eyes, and said, "I don't want to hurt you. Are you ready?" "Yes... Please can't you see I'm here for you? My body, heart, and soul are here for you. I so hot and ready. Please, Mike. Do it now!!!" cried Lisa Marie. Mike didn't need anymore coaxing. He took his hand away from the shaft of his manhood and pressed the head into her. He saw her take in a deep breath as the head pressed against her hymen and broke the skin that protected the entrance to her love canal. She opened her eyes and cried as he pressed his cock deeper into her body. He felt something he never knew existed. The edges of her vagina enclosed the around the head of his penis grasping it like each of their hands were doing moments before. The smooth interior skin of her vagina was wet and lubricated his cock as he slowly pressed into her thus opening her, but the sensation of her vaginal skin against his cock made him moan aloud. The man inside him came out as he pressed his cock deeper into her until his pubic area was pressed against hers. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips thus opening herself to the onslaught of his cock. Mike paused with his cock deep inside her. "Oh, my God, Lisa Marie! I'm in you. I can feel you around me. You're so wet. It's so hot. I just want to make you happy." "Then don't just keep it there sweetie. Fuck me. God, I've said it. Yes, fuck me. I'm finally a woman and I'm here to make you happy and you're in me to make me happy." Mike slowly moved his forearms so his body came down on top of hers. He kissed her deeply and began the motion of love. He pulled the length of his cock out of her body to the point where just the head was being caressed by the lips of her vagina. Nothing was stopping him now. He pressed his hips forward sliding his erection deep into her. Mike continued to move up and down like a piston in the interior of a gasoline engine. Lisa Marie felt him slide from deep within her. She responded by pulling her hips down and then reversing her direction by raising her hips to meet his thrusts. The two of them became one with the motion of their sexuality, their bodies producing the pheromones of sex and the sweat that goes with it. With each deep thrust into her body both of them moaned while maintaining the kiss that confirmed their love for each other. They continued their lovemaking lost in the heat of their first sexual experience. Mike reacted to her desire to be fucked hard with deep penetrations that were capped by his pressing himself deep into her body and grinding into her as she raised her hips to allow her clit to be caressed by his motion. Each time he pulled out from her pussy the shaft of his cock glided across her clit sending waves of pleasure to through her body to her brain. When his cock was buried deep into her the bone above his cock pressed into her and pressed her clit causing a different wave of pleasure to coarse through her body. Lisa Marie was responding to her first sexual encounter and she instinctively knew the size of Mike's cock had a lot to do with the pleasure she was feeling. She also took pleasure in feeling his balls smack her on her ass as they swung in unison with their fucking rhythm. For the next twenty minutes, Mike thrust his cock into and out of her body occasionally stopping when he was buried to the hilt thus keeping the pressure of their connection rising from their genitals to their brains. Lisa Marie responded by moaning how great he felt inside her and begged him to push faster and harder into her. Then she felt something that made her moan even louder. The shaft of Mike's cock grew, expanded its girth inside her. Mike's thrusts became shorter and he stayed pressed into her longer. His hips pressed against her, his breathing became more labored, and the muscles in his body became tighter especially his gluteus. Lisa Marie's body started to tense as she too began the onset of her orgasm. Mike placed his lips on hers, his tongue entered her mouth, and he pushed himself deep into her. She felt the head of his cock expand, his body stiffen as he pressed his crotch against hers, and then she felt the explosion of cum that spewed from his cock head, and coated the inside of her vagina. As Mike filled her, she felt the muscles in her body tighten, the interior muscles in her pussy spasm in unison to his pulsating penis, and her orgasm rose through her body sending waves of pleasure to her brain. Both Lisa Marie and Mike experienced something a lot of lovers never or on very rare occasions felt – mutual orgasms. They both experienced a full body tightening of their muscles and the pheromone induced high of the highly sort after mutual orgasm. Mike kissed her for another minute or two. Lisa Marie kept her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips, thus keeping him buried inside her pussy. She had no intention of letting him out of her. "I love you so much. Making love to you was everything I hoped it would be. You have such a delicious body. You're one beautiful women and I love you to death," whispered Mike as he rested his body on hers. He was conscious of not trying to put all his weight on her, but she had him bound to her by her arms and legs. "Mike... It was everything I wanted it to be. I'm so happy I waited for the right man and you were that man. My body is on fire and I want you to stay inside me for as long as you want. It would be nice to have you inside me all night. Everything I've wondered about sex has been proven to me and I can't wait to experience everything with you. I love you so much, darling. Please, make love to me again," she breathlessly said to him as he lay on top of her. It didn't take long for him to feel the small movements of her hips encouraging him to begin the process of making love to her again. His cock having not really become flaccid responded and he knew that this was going to be a night filled with love. Yes, sex, but love as he began to move inside the women he knew he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Lisa Marie sighed, accepted his tongue in her mouth, and his cock in her pussy as they began the dance of love for the second time in their lives with the knowledge that it was the start of a lifetime of lovemaking. First Time For Both Of Us Sales, is not the best work, but it's not bad either. It's a little degrading because to be any good at all you have to kiss quite a bit of ass. All kinds of people come through the store, and every single one of them is your very best friend. Hell, at work I am all grins and affirmatives, "yes ma'am, that coat looks just great on you!" or, "Hey! We DO have that in blue! I'll get you two! Right away, sir!" Everything is a grand statement because I don't just "sell, sell, sell." I "Sell! Sell! Sell!" You get the point. But like I said, it's not all bad either. You learn a lot about people by being a salesman. You get to know when they are going to buy something. They kind of light up, even when they seem to shy away, a veteran salesman knows when the customer is ready to buy and will close the sale at just the right instant. Bam! You close the deal. It gets to be instinct, you don't even have to think about it. Which brings me to the topic of my story. It all starts normal enough, a guy walks up and we start talking about some pants that he needs. During the course of our conversation he tells me about his life, and specifically how his wife left him half a year ago. "That's interesting", I add, "my wife left me too, about 8 months ago. I know exactly what you are going through." Next thing you know were talking about how both of us got the shit end of the marital stick and how our wives left a couple of good guys holding the bag while their out living a new life. After a few minutes talking to him, It was like I was talking to myself, he was finishing my sentences and I knew what he was about to say Then it clicked, I saw him kind of light up. This guy liked me. He was going to buy what I was selling. I had him, if I would just close the deal, and take him. Freeze for a minute. First off, I am not gay. I got a few kinks, but I've never been with a man. This guy didn't seem gay either. He seemed alone, and a little tired of women, but not perverted, or weird or gay, or anything. He was just a guy in a store bearing his soul to another dude, but then he got sideswiped by some kind of lust, born from confusion, or something. And there he is looking all doe eyed at me like my first sweet heart did and I think that his tender submissiveness might have, well… Even though he was talking, I didn't hear a word he was saying for at least half a minute. I was somehow quite excited with this prospect. He noticed that I dazed off and chuckled, he asked, "I'm sorry, am I boring you with all this?" I came back to reality, "no, you're not. I'm just thinking about how I like that I'm not alone with this. You know, that someone is going through the same thing. Hey, how about a beer or something after I get out of here?" I asked. I could see the hesitation, the pulling away. I could see that he was trying to say no, but going over it in his mind. I waited. "Yeah", He finally mustered, "Yeah, that would be OK." He was smiling, and so was I. We swapped numbers and I went back to work. Two more hours, and we were to meet at a bar near here. 2 The hours go by, nothing eventful. My excited lust bubbled down and by the end of the shift I was almost laughing at myself because I was thinking of who knows what with some random guy. "No way," I say out loud and chuckle to myself. "I'm really going over the deep end," I think, and decide to call the meeting off. Who was I trying to kid; I'm just not gay. Besides, I like women way too much to be gay. Well, that's what I was thinking when the phone rang. It wasn't a familiar number, probably him. "Hello," I answer. "Hey, Where are you, I've been here for half an hour." "I'm just getting out of here, did you still want to talk?" "Yeah, I do, are you still up for it?" I think briefly, and feel a nervous charge run through my face and neck. "please?" barely audible from my cell phone. "Yeah, sure," I hide my excitement, "I just have to clock out, I'll be right down." And I did, and I was. In the bar he was waiting, a beer label twisted off the bottle and him winding it in his fingers. I called his name. He looked at me and kind of froze in the chair. I walked to him and stood kind of close to him and started talking. "Didn't think I'd make it, did you?" I laughed a bit. "I was beginning to wonder," he said. I watched his eyes as they dropped from mine towards my lips. "What are you drinking?" he asked, he gulped and dropped his eyes lower, to my hips. He exhaled, and lingered for just a moment more then he might have otherwise. Mine I began to think, he was mine. I sat down and we talked about our wives and our lives. Sitting there, he was like a doe. He was alone and beat up from the divorce and he needed someone. That was the biggest turn on. This man was submitting to me, and I knew he wanted me. Here was an adult man who was married and got so messed up by a woman the he was turning into one himself, in a fashion. He was, more and more, becoming my date. Even though he was still a guy, he was flirty, he touched my arms when he made his points and laughed at my jokes, and complimented me several times on my appearance. I returned and became his man, I took charge in the conversation and he adored me. This was getting weird, but this guy fawning over me was really turning me on. The fiercest part was the tension. We're (until now) both straight men having a few beers, with a strong undercurrent of real sexual cravings for one another. He is clearly dying with every time I almost touch him, and he gasped audibly when I do. I put my hand over his. It's warm and strong, he rolls it into a fist and locks my fingers into his palm. He gazes into my eyes, pure need (bright and fragile) pours from his eyes. "Let's go back to your apartment," I say. 3 We enter his apartment and he still seems unsure. Standing there, wordless and looking at me sheepishly he shrugs his hands slightly. I take a step directly in and kiss him full on the mouth. I can tell he his shocked but returns the kiss after a moment. It's a pure lip kiss, with both of us kissing like men, forcing our lips on the other. The late night shadow of his beard tickles my face, as mine must be doing to his. I extend my tongue and lick his lips and part them. Now I am kissing him and he is relaxed and letting me hold him up. Our tongues explore each other's mouths, darting and caressing our teeth and exploring the course texture of our taste buds. He reaches for my chest and pushes me back, I try to hold his lips with mine but I relent. With a barely audible snap, we separate connected only by a wisp of saliva inches between our mouths. I can taste his breath from his mouth. He reaches for my jeans, and I fall back slightly. Unbuttoning my pants, he stops. He looks at my eyes and unblinking, reaches for me and strokes my cock through my zipped jeans, lightly like a breeze he traces the bulge of my shaft. He grabs the tab of my zipper with his other hand and zips my pants down. He tugs my pants and my underwear down, freeing my cock and ass. I look patiently, as he makes his way down my neck with his mouth, a free hand lightly explores my rigid cock. His lips go next to my chest kissing and sucking my nipples and pecks. Then down my stomach, tracing a line with his tongue to my cock. Like a girl, he licks the tip of my cock with the tip of his tongue. He licks and sucks the tip of my cock. My dick is so hard, the thick veins are at like wires as he pops the head with his lips and runs the shaft of my glands along his rough cheek. He is worshiping my cock as he closes his eyes and rubs it on his face. My fat nuts brush his neck and ears as my cock goes across his nose and forehead. He breathes me in with a deep gust, and looks up at me. He looks into my eyes and I see that he needs my cock. He looks at my bone and it's length and puts his lips around the shaft below the head. Then I feel his tongue tasting the lower part of my cock, first just a little, then all over. His slobber soon runs down my nuts to my asshole. He is sucking my cock like a woman and I am looking at a man. I feel my balls cinch up, and my swollen shaft is now rock hard. He is eagerly bobbing and slurping. I prop myself on my elbows and tilt my head back. I come, and I come. Volley after Volley of jizm courses into his mouth, he only moans in approval. I look up and he is staring in disbelief at my pubic hair he seems to relax and Closes his eyes savoring his deed. He is left bobbing my limp cock, he slurps greedily at my shaft as he works my gland and milks my cock for the last bit of come. When he is through, he begins to work my nuts with long powerful licks. His fingers begin working towards my ass. The spread my cheeks as he rests his face on my spent dick, nodding in approval. A touch from this mans hands, his finger, maybe his thumb, press on my sphincter and I groan. I immediately start to get hard against his face. My cock growing from his chin to his eyebrow he inserts his digit into my ass. "Do you like this?" He asks. "I do, but I want something else." I say, reaching for his cock. I let my fingertips envelope his shaft into the palm of my hand. I am holding another mans hard hot cock for the first time. I think I could blow another load on his face. Now, hand on his chest, I push him up and off of me. His finger releases my sphincter leaving me hard and wanting more up my vacant ass. I, however, know that he wants something else. I lower my own head and breathe his cock smell in. "Different" I think. I envelope his shaft in my mouth, it fills it completely. I taste his dick. It is not that pleasant. It doesn't taste like any other skin on his body, but funkier. I have to suck a dick though, so I persist, and bob and slurp his hard cock. His head is getting firmer and I can feel it in the top of my mouth, I bob off slightly and put my lips around his mushroom top. It's bubbling some precome that I pull away from and lick with the flat of my tongue. I reach for his fleshy balls and he moans as I press them with my hand. I then try to swallow his dick. It doesn't go very far because I gag on it. He looks at me with concern, but just keep on sucking his dick and rolling his balls between my fingers. I then reach towards his ass, he moans and his cock gets very hard. Sensing his orgasm, I pull away from his engorged member. I concentrate on his hairy ass. I try to insert a finger and he kind of yelps in surprise. I push with some force and it just wont go in. I look up and he is squinting with a lot of force. "You want me in your ass?" I ask. "I do." So I push my finger in. He freezes, and then sighs. His ass is hot and yielding once my finger is in. I hook my finger and pull on the other side of his sphincter. Now I fuck his ass with my one finger and he is breathing a little stilted, I lick his nuts and up to his shaft. He moans. I pull my finger out of his ass, and press away from him just a bit. He looks at me with concern and asks me to fuck him. "I want you to do more with me. Please do more to me," he almost whispers. I ask for if he has some lube, he says the he does and he finds it and he lays flat on the bed. I lube my dick and prep his ass with my finger. He is willing and asks me to fuck him with every push of my fingers. "Fuck me, please fuck me, fuck me I want you to fuck me, please fuck me ple…" and I press the tip of my hard, hot cock against his ass. It won't fit. So I press the bottom of my head and wedge the tip in from the bottom of my shaft. His moans go silent as I press the head in. He muffles a cry and I stay still and we listen to each other breath. "More" he says and I press in slowly along his tunnel. I push into his canal slowly until my balls are touching his. I reach under and feel his hard cock, and stroke it downward as my rigid cock is wedged in his virgin ass. "Pull it out and fuck it back in," he begged. I pulled my turgid cock slowly from his gritty ass and savored the sensation of his ass hole gripping my dick for purchase and wanting it back in. then I thrust it back in slowly. He moaned softly. "Who is my bitch? I ask him." "I am your bitch." I pull out, then ease my hot cock back in his ass, and "say it again" "I am your bitch. You are my man." I fucked into him, my nuts brushing his. I am his man and he is my woman. I pull out and slowly put it in his ass again. I did this until I felt his ass hole give and relent to the fucking. Now that his asshole wasn't so tight I told him to get on his hands and knees. I withdrew my cock and he sighed. Then I pressed it in and fucked him like he was my own toy. I fucked him and he bucked back, tears were streaming his face and he bucked and bucked against my cock. All the while he was making little grunting noises like pleasure. I thought he was close to orgasm so I felt for his cock. It was kind of hard but not really and the tip was streaming something like come. I looked under him and saw that he was drizzling precome straight into his bed onto a puddle of more of it. I pulled out and pressed back in and each time his jizz oozed out like spit. He was fucking loving my cock, so I fucked him like a whore, and he screamed and precome drizzled out of his cock like honey, it looked like a fine chain of some white metal was attached to the head of his prick, bouncing and bobbing with my thrusts. His heavy balls finally gave way as I pressed my stick up his ass. Sperm shot from his dick onto his bed and he gave moaned and collapsed on the bed with his legs splayed, forced to take my dick like a bitch dog. I fucked him and fucked him until his eyes rolled back in his head. His ass began to quake and it sent me over the edge I came into his ass. He squirmed and squealed like a little bitch. His grin was from ear to ear and he kept calling my name, begging me to "please fuck me, come in my ass" and telling me "I can feel your hot come, daddy, fuck my ass! Fill me Daddy!!" I did too. After I had him, he really was mine. I made him drink his puddle of jism that he drizzled on the bed (he seemed to like that) and we shared a few more exploits, some really freaky shit, but that story is for another day.