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Sharon's First Time Ch. 01

By: SharonMWF



No, this isn't about my first sexual experience. I've gotten several e-mails regarding the start of my sexually adventurous life, so let's have this be your introduction into my life with my husband.

Let me introduce myself to you once again. I'm Sharon, a now 31 year old married woman. I am an elementary school teacher in a suburban school district in New York State.

My career demands complete discretion but my private life with my husband is something that is often considered an "open relationship." We have evolved into a lifestyle that is comfortable for us, sexually exciting, and adventurous.

This is a story relating to our life before and after we got married.

I met my husband several years back. He was single, a bit older than I am, and had just recently moved to the town we live in for a museum position. He has a PhD in art history but prior to that he had a successful professional photography career.

I met him through mutual friends and it was somewhat of a fix-up.

Our first date was enjoyable. We talked for hours about all sort of things, things that I was interested and things that he was interested in. I knew little about art and he knew little about elementary education, but I was strongly attracted to him. Maybe it was that he was older and attentive and very easy to talk to, but I found myself being very attracted to him.

Our next date was at the museum he works. It was an opening of an exhibition of classic photographs from the early twentieth-century that he had compiled. It was a fascinating to hear him talk about the masters of photography with such passion and authority. He even gave an introductory lecture a few minutes prior to the opening. It was so unlike the world that I knew. I found myself falling for him more and more.

He was a complete gentleman when it came to our physical relationship. After the first date he gave me a brief peck on the cheek and said, "I had a great time tonight and I'd really like to see you again." He then invited me to the opening.

After our second date he gave me a more passionate kiss goodnight at the entrance to my apartment. His arms pulled me close and held me just tight enough so I could feel my breasts press against his chest. He smiled and said, "You are a terrific date and I hope you'd like to continue spending some time with me."

I nodded and said, "I'm enjoying getting to know you as well. You are so different that the guys I usually go out with." That was true, so true it was almost painful to think about. The usual type of guys I'd meet at a bar or a club would think they were getting some after just offering me a ride home. I've had more than one guy try to push my head down to their cock for a blow job.

Don't get me wrong, I have been sexually active for a number of years. I had my first sex at age 16 with a guy who was 19 and home on leave from the Army. I like sex and the pleasure that it gave me and that I give in return, sharing the pleasure of my body with another man. Over the years I have had a couple of lovers that have taught me to be sexually adventurous. I love new sexual experiences and the excitement of sex with a new partner.

When I decided to become a teacher one of my college roommates told me that I would have to give up my wild ways for the prim and proper ways of a school teacher.

I never fell for that, knowing that I could be adventurous and share my body discretely with just about anyone I wanted to. Yes, there were jealous boyfriends who thought it unusual that I wasn't faithful to them completely. Guys can sneak around and fuck anyone they can, but women aren't supposed to act that way.

So after a succession of boyfriends, white, black, and one Asian guy, I realized that I had to find just the right man for me. Who would appreciate me for what I brought to the relationship, but who wouldn't be jealous if I occasionally shared some meaningless sex with someone other than him. I have been looking for a guy like that for a few years, but the closest I had come in the past was a married guy who only wanted to fuck me and also watch me fuck one of his various friends. Not the makings of a long term relationship.

On our third date we went to a nice restaurant and then he suggested we go back to his studio. He lived and worked in one of the old warehouse buildings in downtown. I was quite impressed with his studio and apartment. It was neat, large, well decorated with large windows that faced north. The studio had a large space that he used occasionally for photography projects. The apartment portion of the space was large with beautiful photographs hanging on the wall space and a large gourmet kitchen and a bedroom with a huge bed and large master bath.

He offered me a drink and we sat on his large sofa along the edge of his studio space. He told me about his past, his job, his work. We chatted for at least an hour before I felt him move closer to me. "You are a beautiful woman, Sharon," he said. 

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply and passionately. I kissed him back eagerly and pushed my body against his. I felt the heat of his body through my clothes and hoped that he could feel my hardening nipples through his.

About 15 minutes later my blouse was unbuttoned as was his shirt. His hands roamed over my body while my hands did the same for his. His hands caressed my breasts through the thin material of my sheer bra. My hands roamed over his chest and down over the front of his pants. I felt his cock stiffening through the material.

We kissed passionately and I felt myself tingling with excitement. I wanted to fuck this man.

I pulled away from him briefly and stared into his eyes, "Do you fuck a lot of women on this couch," I asked?

He stared back at me, his hand moving to cup one of my breasts, "Some, but I do my best fucking in the bedroom," he said.

"A beautiful woman like you deserves the best," he said. With that he moved back and stood up, extending his hand to help me up off the couch. When I was standing he pulled me close and kissed me deeply.

Moments later we were walking hand in hand to his bedroom.

I entered the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. He moved to a position in front of me and bent his head down to kiss me. I tipped my head back to return his kiss. While he was kissing me, I felt his hands slowly slip my unbuttoned blouse down off of my shoulders. Seconds later I felt his hand skillfully unclasp the hook to my bra and he slipped it off of me as I lay back onto the bed.

He stood by the bed and smiled at me, "Your breasts are as beautiful as you are," he said. I watched as he slipped his shirt off and tossed it onto a chair near the bed.

I moved to a position where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was standing before me and I reached out to pull him to me. I wrapped my arms around his body and pressed my tits against his front. I felt the heat and the firmness of his penis inside his pants. Slowly I pulled back a bit and undid his belt and the button on his pants. My hand grasped the zipper and pulled it down slowly while I looked up teasingly at him.

His pants slipped to the floor leaving him in a pair of briefs with a big bulge. I moved my hands to the waistband of the briefs and slowly pulled them down until his cock sprang free. I wrapped my hand around his shaft feel its heat and firmness. He was as aroused as I was.

Slowly I pushed his cock back against his belly and moved forward to lick the underside of his shaft. His cock was beautiful, not too large, but larger than average (at least the "average" that I had experienced), hot and hard. He moaned as he felt my tongue slide along the underside of his prick.

I licked from his balls all the way up to the head of his prick, then moved slowly back down his shaft. My hand clutched it tightly and I slowly started to stroke him. Slowly I lowered his cock so it was pointing straight at my chest and moved to cup his balls in my other hand.

They were heavy and large. I squeezed them gently as I moved forward to engulf his cock with my mouth. He moaned as I took him deeply into my mouth and started sucking my eagerly as I pumped his shaft.

I felt his hands move to my head. He held my head gently in his hands as I eagerly sucked his cock. "Oh, God, that feels so good," he said.

I sucked his cock eagerly, flicking my tongue over the ridge of his cock as it filled my mouth. I wanted this man to know that I was eager to please him in so many ways. His cock filled my mouth and eagerly responded to my technique as I pleasured its entire length.

After a few more minutes, I heard him say, "That's great, but if you continue all you are getting out of this is a mouthful." He slowly and obviously reluctantly pulled his cock from my mouth and gently pushed me back onto the bed. He stepped out of his briefs and moved to me, his hands quickly unbuttoning my skirt and pulled down the zipper.

I lifted my hips slightly to allow him to slide my skirt down over my hips. All I was wearing under the skirt was a small lacy thong. "Beautiful," I heard him say. He dropped my skirt and his hands went back to the thong and pulled it down over my hips. "God, that is so beautiful," he said as he noticed that my vagina was completely shaved, a reaction I get from most men who actually take the time to notice.

He moved closer to the bed and reached out to gently caress my breast, his hand then trailed down my body, his warm fingers tracing a path along my skin. His touch was electric and I felt my nipples hardening as he continued down. I eagerly anticipated his reaching my cunt. When he did I felt a jolt of electricity as his fingers slowly caressed my labia. It felt good and I opened my legs slowly to allow him access to my tingling pussy.  He slowly ran his fingers through the folds of my labia. I was excited and my cunt lips were starting to swell from his stimulation. "Move up a bit on the bed," he said.

I moved up and he moved onto the bed to a position where his head was between my legs. He lowered himself a bit and kissed my vagina. Seconds later, I felt the pleasure of his tongue start to probe my cunt. His tongue slid deliciously along my slit while he continued to stroke me with his fingers.

Slowly and expertly he opened me with the tip of his tongue and slid his moist tongue along my slit until he found my clit. His tongue circled my tingling clit with precision and he pushed himself further forward and took my clit between his teeth and pinched delicately at my swollen bud.

I moaned loudly as he bit down on my clit for a few seconds, "God, oh God, that feels so good." He released his bite and swirled the tip of his tongue over my clit. He had done this before, but I didn't care, because no one had ever done it to me before and I was enjoying pleasure I never knew existed.

He lapped eagerly at my swollen clit, occasionally taking it again between his teeth and would delicately squeeze it between his teeth. He was bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

As he lapped my pussy I grabbed his head and pulled him tightly against my cunt. "Oh baby, oh baby, don't stop," I screamed. He needed no encouragement as he continued to pleasure me.

Minutes later I realize I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm, but I didn't want him to stop. He lapped and pinched for several more minutes, the pleasure within me building. Suddenly I felt an electric-like spasm course through by body and I came violently. My body twitched and spasmed with pleasure as he continued to stimulate my excited clit with his tongue. I twitched violently as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. I came for what seemed like forever.

After my orgasm, he moved along side of me on the bed and rolled over on his back. "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced," I said looking over at him.

"I am glad that you enjoyed it," he said putting his arm around me. His warm hand found my breast and cupped it gently.

We slept until early morning. When I awoke he was still asleep, but I could tell that he, like most men, was to awake with a major erection. I slid down and engulfed his cock with my mouth and sucked him eagerly.

He awoke with a smile. "Good morning," he said. "Oh, did I wake you," I asked?

"Pleasantly so," he said.

"Are you telling me that this is the first time you've been awakened by having your cock sucked," I said.

"I didn't say it was, but your talents and eagerness make it even more pleasant," he said.

I went back to sucking him eagerly for a few more moments. I wanted this man to know that I was experienced at giving pleasure and that I appreciated his talents at giving pleasure.

A few minutes later he pulled his cock from my mouth and pushed me over on my back on the bed next to him. He kneeled on the bed and moved to a position between my open legs. "Your body is so beautiful, I need to make love to you," he said.

Saying that, he reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. He opened it, put it quickly on his penis, and then moved forward. He grasped his cock in his hand and moved its head over my excited cunt lips. The heat of his cock excited me even more.

"Oh, God, yes," I said softly as the head of his cock parted my labia and he slowly penetrated me. He was slow, my cunt was moist and he slid in easily. We both moaned with pleasure.

He pushed himself into me completely. Holding himself up on his arms He looked directly into my eyes and smiled. "You are so hot and tight," he said.

I clenched the muscles of my vagina tightly around his shaft, "You are so thick," I said, "it feels so good."

His cock wasn't the largest I had ever had, but he was slow and I could tell that this was not about getting laid, but about pleasing me. He felt good inside me and with each slow deep thrust his cock filled me completely. His shaft scraped over my throbbing clit with each stroke. He was stimulating me like no other man had before. He was a talented, careful, and deeply exciting lover.

I wanted the pleasure of his cock fucking me to last, but after a few minutes I felt myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. "Oh, God, yes, yes, give it all to me," I said as he continued to fuck me eagerly.

I don't know if it was his sensing my orgasm or just his own enjoyment of the sensations of my cunt eagerly caressing the full length of his cock with each thrust, but soon he started pumping more vigorously.

Seconds after he increased the speed of his thrusting, I felt my orgasm start to build. After several more powerful thrusts, I felt my cunt constrict around his prick and the first wave of my orgasm sweep throughout my body.

Almost simultaneously, I felt his cock throb and felt his balls twitching against my swollen cunt lips as he pushed himself as far into me as he could and moaned, "Oh, yes, God, Sharon you are one great fuck." He continued to shoot his load deep into me, his cock covered by the condom he put on earlier.

After we had both enjoyed the pleasure of our orgasm, he slowly pulled his cock from me. He excused himself and went to the bathroom. I heard the water as he washed hic cock after removing and disposing of his condom.

He came back to be and lay next to me, his arms wrapped around be.

"Can I ask you a question," I said?

"Sure," he said.

"What is with the condom," I asked. "Most guys just want to fuck."

"I did that out of respect for you," he said. "You don't know my sexual history, so I thought I'd be respectful. You just gave me a very special gift. You gave me your body for our mutual pleasure."

"Like I said, most guys just want to fuck me," I said.

"I can see why," he said, looking me over as I lay there nude in his bed.

"You are a very good lover," I said, "I am sure that you can imagine that I've got a bit of experience myself. I hope that doesn't disappoint you."

"Not at all," he said, "I have learned a lot from the relationships I have had in the past, and I am sure you have also. This was great for both of us, at least I hope it was as pleasing for you as it was for me, and you do things differently than anyone else I have ever had sex with. That cunt of yours is pretty hot and tight, and I like the way you can clamp down tight around my dick. It is very encouraging."

"Thank you," I said. "Yes, it was exciting for me as well. You are a slow, caring, and gentle lover. I have never had a simultaneous orgasm with a lover before. We must be on the same wavelength in some way."

"I had a great time with you, but I really have to get going," I said. "I have several things I need to do today."

"Please, please stay and shower before you leave," he said, "I love looking at your body and it will be hard to let you go."

"Ok, I'll shower and clean up before I go, but leave the cameras in the studio," I said.

"Promise," he said, "but I do hope that sometime in the future you'll let me show you my work. Perhaps after you see it, I'll be able to convince you to pose for me."

"I'd love to see your work," I said, "but I thought I saw your work at the museum."

"That was my curatorial work," he said, "before that I was a photographer. Still like to think I haven't lost my skills in that area. I just need the proper muse for inspiration." "You can be my inspiration."

I got dressed and he drove me home. Along the way, I was mulling over in my mind what it would be like to be the inspiration to this man. He excited me both physically and mentally. My body was alive with anticipation.

More to come, I promise... 

Sharon's First Time Ch. 02



I did the thing I had to do that day, but felt somewhat guilty about not telling him that the main reason was that I had another date that evening.

Around 6:30 Michael knocked on the door to my apartment. He was a guy I had been going out with for a couple of months, but after yesterday and that morning, I wasn't sure why. It all boiled down to the fact that Michael had the biggest cock I had experienced to that point in my life.

He was a typical 26 year old guy, thinking about sports, drinking and fucking, but not in that order, actually never in that order. He picked me up and we went to his favorite sports bar to meet up with a few of his friends. I knew right away that it wasn't going to be anything like the night before.

His friends are all as immature as Mike; they all kept staring at my tits and making wiseass remarks. I should have dumped Mike before now, but his cock felt so good inside me.

We had a few drinks; they mostly watched the game and sent me to the bar for more drinks. At least on my trips to the bar I could flirt with the bartender.

A couple of hours later we were back at Mike's apartment making out on the couch. His hands roamed over my body, caressing my full breasts and quickly unbuttoning my blouse. My nipples were hard with excitement and I could feel Mike's cock thickening as he ground himself against my pussy. I was lying under him, my blouse unbuttoned, my breast straining at the confinement of my lacy bra, my skirt hiked up and my legs open. My pussy was barely covered by the thin material of my thong. His pants were unbuttoned and I had pushed them down over his ass, his thick cock throbbing within his briefs.

He was grinding his bulge against my tingling cunt as he dry humped me eagerly. My hands were on his ass pushing his cock even harder against my cunt. I was turned on and Mike knew it. He pulled back from me and lifted his body enough to pull the front of his briefs down. His cock sprung free and I could feel the heat of his prick against me. He continued grinding against me with his big thick cock, sliding it along the swollen lips of my vagina. His huge cock head pressed the material of my thong into the folds of my labia as he ground hard against me.

I was gasping for air because I was so excited, moments later I heard myself say, "Oh, God, fuck me, fuck my cunt. Please, please fuck me." I moved my hand off his ass and reached between my legs to slide the small patch of fabric of my thong out of the way to allow his cock to enter me.

He kept grinding his prick against my labia for a few more seconds until he finally found the right angle to penetrate me. The head of his cock pushed my cunt open as he filled me completely with one full thrust.

"Oh, fuck yea," Mike moaned as his thick prick filled me completely. I rolled my hips back to allow him to penetrate me as deeply as he could.

My vagina grasped at the thick shaft of his cock as he started to withdraw. He pulled about half way out of me before thrusting vigorously back into me deeply.

His cock filled me completely, he was a clumsy lover, but damn, his cock felt so good in me. Long, thick and wonderful. He fucked me for several minutes, but never got me close to coming before I felt his cock spasm and felt his hot jism fill my cunt. "Oh, fuck, fuck, I'm coming," he moaned as he shot jet after jet of sperm deep into me.

As his orgasm subsided, he collapsed onto my chest and lay there as his sperm oozed from my pussy. A few moments later his soft cock slipped from my still eager cunt.

I needed more but Mike had shot his load for the evening and I was going to go home un-fulfilled. About a half hour later Mike was driving me home.

Along the way I realized that some men excite me more than others, but sex is always a turn on for me. I thought about how excited I was last night and how much pleasure that man had given me.

During the week Marijean, a woman I teach with, pumped me for details about my weekend. I told her I had two dates over the weekend but didn't go into details. I was coy in answering all her questions, which only made her more curious and asked more questions.

She never asked if my two dates were with two different guys, so I never had to discuss that.

The week went on and Mike called to ask me if I was busy over the weekend. I was hoping to hear from the new guy so I told him that I was busy. Unfortunately I didn't hear from the guy who would become my husband that week.

The week went by and I couldn't stop thinking about everything we did when we were together. He was interesting, exciting and the kind of lover that most women long for. Mike's cock was bigger, but he was clumsy and only thought about his own pleasure.

Several times during the week I made myself come thinking about how the guy on Saturday night had made me come and the sensations of his hands on my body, and his cock inside me. I did hope that I would hear from him again.

When I finally did hear from him, he apologized for not getting back to me sooner. He had to be away for work on a trip to courier work to another museum for an exhibition loan.

We got together that Saturday evening, went out for a nice dinner, and then came back to his apartment to enjoy the rest of the evening.

"Have you given any more thought to letting me photograph you," he said.

"Not really," I said. "No one has ever asked to photograph me before." I lied because there are numerous digital images of me that various boyfriends had taken. Even a few I have sexted to guys I was dating. As you can imagine, a lot of the photos are of my tits, or of me sucking someone's cock, or of my cunt. The married guy I had the affair with even took several photos of me getting fucked by one of his friends.

"I do find that hard to believe," he said. "You are a beautiful woman, with a beautifully erotic spirit." "Let me show you some of my works and see what you think."

We went over to the studio space and into his office. He had boxes and boxes of photographs on the shelves. He opened one cabinet that also contains numerous boxes and pulled one down on the desk. "These are my most erotic works," he said. "I hope you won't be offended by the subject matter."

I leafed through the photographs. There were beautiful women totally nude lit to perfection to show off their perfect bodies. There were various close-up of full firm breasts with excited, rock hard nipples, there were close-ups of vaginas being sensually stroked by fingers with long, beautifully manicured nails. The very sight of these beautiful formal studies made me tingle with sexual arousal.

"This box is even more explicit," he said as he placed it on the desk in front of me.

Again, photograph after photograph of beautiful men and women engaged in every imaginable sex act. There were images of oral sex, penetrations, even a couple of images of a beautiful woman being penetrated by two beautiful cocks.

Interracial sex between a muscular black man with a beautiful un-circumcised cock and a woman with a body a lot like my own, large, full breasts, slim hips and a completely shaven vagina.

I could feel myself flush with excitement from simply looking at these beautifully erotic images, I could only imagine what it would have been like to participate in the sex depicted or witnessing the couples in action. I was excited to think that this man thought I could be the subject of such wildly erotic images.

"Wow," I finally said. "These are beautiful and so exciting to look at. I don't know if I could do something like that."

"Sharon," he said. "You are even more beautiful than any of the women in these photographs. You need to let me photograph you so that I can show you how beautiful and sensual you are." "It is the skill of the photographer and the relationship he has with his subjects that makes for beautiful photographs. We have started what I hope will become such a relationship."

"So," I said, "This is a relationship based solely on you using me as a model for your erotic photographs?"

"Not at all," he said. "We have had three great dates and one night of passion that aroused me like no other woman I have had before. You are a talented lover, inspiring in your beauty and adventurous in your technique and experiences. I want to get to know you better, if you'll let me."

"So, my experiences don't bother you," I asked.

"Why should they," he said. "I am not a possessive man; I understand that women, just like men, have sexual needs and desires. I don't care how many lovers you have had in the past, what matters is you bring desire and enthusiasm to sex. Where you learned how to suck and lick a man's cock isn't important. What is important is that you do it to pleasure your partner, sharing your experiences to make sex, lovemaking, fucking, whatever you want to call it, pleasurable for yourself and your partner."

"Good," I said, "Because I want you to know that I have other guys I go out with."

"And fuck," he asked?

"Yes, I have sex with most of the guys I date," I said. "I like sex, I like the way sex pleasures my body and I like the effect I have on men with my sexual experiences and talents."

"Speaking as a man," he said, "I like the way you enjoy sex. Though I have only fucked you once, I must say that I thought about you a great deal while I was away."

"So, where does this leave us," I asked?

"Sharon, you are a marvel. Beautiful, sexual, intelligent, interesting, and most of all desirable," he said. "Where do you want us to be?"

"After looking at your work I am excited. More excited than I have been with a new man in my life in quite some time. I like the way you made love to me the last time we were together. I am excited by what a relationship with you, either sexual, creative, or both can lead to. You offer experiences I have never experienced before and that intrigue me," I said.

With that he walked up to me, and pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. A few minutes later we were on his bed making out like a couple of teenagers.

My mind was racing, his kisses excited me, and the thought of the images I had just seen turned me on. My adventurous side only stimulated my desire more. What would it be like to be photographed by this man that excited me so much? What kind of adventures would he lead me into?

As he kissed me his hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts through the thin material of my blouse and bra, down over my belly to my pussy that was tingling with excitement.

A few minutes later my blouse was unbuttoned and my bra unclasped. His hand cupped my full tit and his thumb danced over my hard nipple. I arched my back to push my breast into his hand.

After a few more minutes he moved to a kneeling position next to me. His hand skillfully un-zipped my skirt and I lifted my body so he could slide it down over my hips. He then moved to my blouse and slid it off my shoulders and I pulled my arms out of the sleeves. My bra was already unclasped and he slid the straps off of my shoulders and slid it away from my body.

I lay there on the bed wearing only my thong. He knelt next to me on the bed. I slid my hand up over his chest as his hands worked eagerly to unbutton his shirt. As he slipped the shirt from his shoulders I ran my hand down his chest. I reached the front of his pants and squeezed the bulge of his rapidly hardening cock. He eagerly un-clasped his belt, and pulled down the zipper.

I eagerly stroked his prick through his briefs. I could already feel the heat of his cock and its thickness. My fingers went to the waistband of his briefs and tugged downward, eagerly wanting to release his cock. As the briefs slid downward his prick sprang forth and was pointing straight toward me. I released my grasp on his briefs and eagerly reached for his cock.

It was hot and thick in my hand and I pulled him toward me so that I could lick the head of his magnificent prick. He moaned as my tongue traced over the ridge of his cockhead.

He stepped back off the bed and slid his briefs off. He stood by the edge of the bed and slid me toward the edge of the bed. He pulled me far enough so that my head was over the edge. He gently pushed my head down, "Open your mouth," he said as he stepped forward, his cock in his hand.

I opened my mouth and he inserted the head of his prick into my mouth. He again moaned as he filled my mouth with his hot, hard cock. He pushed himself deep into my mouth with one stroke. I felt his hands go to my tits and he squeezed them and pushed them together.

Seconds later he started fucking my mouth. In and out, his cock filled my mouth with each stroke. I sucked eagerly at his prick, swirling my tongue along his shaft with each stroke. I moved my hands to his balls and supped them with one hand as his cock slide in and out.

I felt his hands move from my tits to my neck. Both his hands gently circled my neck as he moved to control the angle of my head. He continued fucking my mouth eagerly and I felt my tits swaying with each thrust of his cock deep into my mouth and partially down my throat.

I was sucking eagerly at his cock as he forced it into my mouth and down my throat. I was excited and he was enjoying fucking my mouth. I could only moan because his cock filled my mouth completely. I had never had a man fuck my mouth before like this, usually the pushed my head down onto their cocks.

As he continued to pleasure himself with my eager mouth, I felt one of his hands move from my neck to my tit. He must have noticed that my nipples were hardening as I got more and more excited.

His hand cupped my breast and his fingers gently pinched my rapidly hardening nipple. While he was pinching my nipple and fucking my mouth, I slid my hand down to my pussy and began fingering my clit. My cunt was moist from the excitement I was feeling.

A few minutes later I felt him pull his cock from my mouth. He moved quickly onto the bed and knelt between my open legs. He pushed my hand from my cunt and ran his cockhead along the swollen lips of my vagina. He roughly pushed his prick into me and filled my cunt with one full thrust. I gasped as he entered me, partially from the pleasure and partly from the heat of his cock.

I rolled my hips back to allow him full penetration. His cock felt good and I wanted to enjoy the fucking he was going to give me completely. I looked up at him as I wrapped my legs around his body. "Oh, baby, fuck me hard," I said.

"Oh, God this cunt is tight," he said as he began eagerly fucking me deeply. Each vigorous stroke of his prick filled my cunt completely.

His cock wasn't the biggest I had had, but he was a very good fuck. I could tell that he wasn't just fucking me for his pleasure; he was fucking me for our mutual pleasure. He fucked me like no other man had before, slowly, then more quickly, then slowly again. He found just the right angle of penetration so that with each thrust the entire length of his dick scraped against my swollen clit.

He kept whispering in my ear how beautiful I was, how tight my cunt felt, how warm my body was against his. I could only moan as his words and his body pleasured me. I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm as he continued pleasuring me.

He kept tantalizing me with his cock and I knew I was going to come massively very soon. The pleasure continued and the pressure of my impending orgasm built. Two or three more eager thrusts and I felt myself explode in pleasure. 

Seconds after my orgasm began I felt his cock throb deep inside my vagina and I felt the first gush of his orgasm fill my cunt. He shot gush after gush deep inside me. I could feel his spurts fill me to overflowing and felt the warmth of his jism ooze out of my cunt and down along the crack of my ass.

"Oh, God," was all I could say as I continued to come. The pleasure continued to radiate out throughout my entire body centered on my well fucked cunt. Once he started to come he stopped pumping my pussy and emptied his balls deep into me. He came for what seemed like and eternity, his hot jism filling me completely with tingling warmth.

When his orgasm subsided he lay still on top of me, turned his head to me and kissed me passionately. My body was drained from the pleasure this man had given me and I lay there enjoying the warmth of him near me. He lay on me until his cock finally deflated and slipped from my vagina.

Keep checking for Chapter 3...



Sharon's First Time Ch. 03



We lay there, his arms around me, his hand gently cupping my breast. He had just given me the pleasure of a great orgasm and we were relaxing and enjoying being close.

"That was very exciting," he said. "I can't tell you when a woman has excited me more than you do." You are an amazing lover."

"Thank you," I said, "You're an exciting lover as well." "I can't help wanting to know how you manage to be so in tune with your partner's desires and knowing how to pleasure a woman as completely as you do."

"I've had a lot of lovers and I like to please beautiful women like you," he said.

We chatted for the longest time, he asked me about what I like sexually, "For future reference," he said.

I asked about him and found out that he loves photography and watching people enjoy themselves sexually. "I guess that is why I turned to erotic photography," he said. "I love the erotic ballet of sex. The touching, the caressing, the response of the body to sexual stimulation. I love to watch women's nipples harden with arousal; I love to watch as your vaginas change as you get more and more excited. I love to watch men's cock respond to a woman's touch, the feel of her mouth, or her hand." "I love the sounds of sexual arousal, the increased rapidity of your breathing, the sounds you and other women make as a lover stimulates your body with pleasure." "I am amazed at the sight of a fully erect penis disappearing into a woman's vagina, the way the muscles of the vagina caress the shaft, the way the vagina produces a natural lubrication to facilitate penetration, the way that lubrication covers the penis and changes it from dry to slick."

"Wow," I said. "Hearing you say that I can relate to the erotic nature of the images you show me." "Knowing what excites you I can see why you like to make those kinds of photographs."

"So," he said, "Can I convince you to pose for me now?"

"I got very excited looking at your images; my mind was racing while we were making love thinking about how it would be to have sex with someone while being photographed. I am not sure I am ready for that as yet, but I do like the way men react to my body and I think it would be a big turn on to try it, at least once," I said.

"Great," he said. "I'll check my schedule and we can set aside a few hours for some test shots."

Our relationship continued to grow as we dated for several more weeks. He did photograph me nude twice during that time. The first were strictly nudes, of me in a variety of poses, standing by the windows of his studio, on his bed, the typical things you'd expect. I was thrilled by the results and enjoyed the experience of seeing what a talented photographer could do with light and shadow and form.

The second session was more explicit. Images of my body, with a concentration on my vagina, me stroking myself, me opening my labia, me inserting my fingers into myself, and me making myself come. It was exciting to be watched while I was sexually pleasuring myself, knowing that I could trust the fellow with the camera. I had a very intense orgasm, my mind flooded with various sexual memories I had.

He got some very erotic, to my thinking anyway, images during our shoots. Like the gentleman I knew him to be, he showed me everything he shot and asked for my permission to keep the image for further editing, cropping, etc. He explained everything he was planning on doing with the images and true to his word deleted anything I didn't feel comfortable with. Even after we reviewed the images, and he had put hours into editing them, if I didn't like the results he deleted the image, no questions asked.

We had several erotic photography sessions always followed by an extremely erotic sex session. I was turned on, he was extremely aroused at the way I was presenting myself for his camera, and the sex was extremely vigorous and seemed to last longer than usual. He was able to make me come multiple times before he emptied his balls deep in my cunt.

I was growing as a woman and as a woman who enjoyed her body and the erotic possibilities these situations offered. I felt more confident in myself and my sexual talents. I knew I was sexy when I wanted to be and I knew I was a woman who had, when possible to express myself, the ability to arouse, pleasure, and fulfill any man's fantasies without hesitation.

A month or so later, he and I were at our favorite restaurant enjoying a meal when a stranger approached out table. He seemed to know my future husband quite well. He asked the fellow to join us and have a drink while we waited to be served. His name was Sean and I was told that he was one of the models my husband had worked with in the past.

They chatted and my future husband suddenly looked over at me and said, "How would you like to pose with Sean? He is a very good model. Just the kind of guy to pose with for your first couples shoot."

I was dumbfounded and really didn't know what to say. "I'm new to this, so whatever you feel would work well I can go along with," I said.

Sean smiled and reached over to shake his hand, "Give me a call and we can work out the schedule," he said.

Sean then turned to me, reached out his hand to shake mine, "Nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you soon."

With that he left. "So, what did I just get myself into," I said?

"Sean is one of the best models I have ever worked with. All the women love posing with him," he said. "I'll show you some of the things I have done with Sean when we get back to the studio. I know you won't be disappointed," he said vaguely.

After dinner we went back to his studio and started making out. He had already unbuttoned my blouse and was starting to slip it off my shoulders when I said, "I thought you were going to show me some pictures of Sean when we got back here."

"Not now, can't it wait until morning," he said? "I really want you now."

"And I want you too, but I am curious, please," I said?

"I'd really rather not," he said mysteriously.

"Why," I asked.

"Well," he said, "to be quite honest, I would really not show them to you until after we've had sex."

"Why not," I said.

"Let's just say that I would rather you be thinking about me while we are making love," he said.

"Why wouldn't I be thinking about you," I asked.

"Well, once you see the pictures of Sean, you won't be thinking about me," he said.

"What does that mean," I said?

"Ok, ok, let's go take a look," he said with a bit of frustration in his tone. We got up from the sofa and went to his office area. He pulled down a binder and placed it on the work table.

The images were a variety of photographs of Sean. As I flipped through the binder I could see why he didn't want me to see the pictures. Sean was totally buff and had a huge schlong. It was still flaccid, but broad and hung over half way down to his knee. "Oh my God," I said when I first saw it. "How..."

"A little over nine inches," he said answering my question. "Go ahead, turn the page, he isn't even hard in that picture."

On the next page Sean was standing, his long, thick cock fully erect and a very good looking blonde was kneeling before him, her hand wrapped around his dick. "He is almost 11 inches when fully erect," he said, "one of the girls measured him once. And about 7 inches around."

"My god, I've never seen a cock that big before," I gasped. "How does he walk around with a cock like this?" 

"Ok, now you know why I didn't want you to see these until after we had the chance to pleasure each other tonight," he said. "The rest of the night you are going to see this huge dick in your mind and think about what it would be like to experience something like that."

I continued flipping through the album; several of the images were of the blonde trying to give Sean a blow job. She had difficulty opening her mouth wide enough to get more than the head of his cock in. A few pages later, he was penetrating her, the lips of her vagina spread wide, so wide that it looked uncomfortable to me. Most of the shots showed her with her legs spread wide and his cock in her cunt, but only about half of his dick was inside her.

A few pages later, Sean was fucking a redhead whose cunt seemed to be deeper and more elastic than the blonde. He was able to insert about three-quarters of the length of his massive cock into her smoothly shaved cunt. From the look on her face in the image, she was enjoying being fucked by Sean a great deal.

As I continued to look at the images, I was, as he has said, racing ahead to what it would be like to be possessed and used by a man with a cock like Sean's. I was getting more and more excited by what would happen, how I would react and what I wanted to bring to an experience like this.

"Has he ever fucked anyone who took the entire length of that cock," I asked?

"Not that I have photographed," he said. 

I finished looking through the album; there were shots of Sean's cock beep in both their cunts, with his jism oozing out around the shaft. "Does he come a lot," I asked?

"More than anyone I've ever photographed," he said. "Most can't take his entire load, and he comes with a lot of force, so some of the girls have complained." 

My entire body was tingling at the thoughts I was thinking and the things I was seeing. My nipples were hard, and my cunt was tingling.

"And you want me to pose with him" I said to him?

As I closed the album, I got up, slipped off my already unbuttoned blouse and threw it to him. "Now let's go fuck," I said reaching out for his hand.

We went to the bedroom and proceeded to have great sex for over an hour, but he was right. In the back of my mind I wondered what having sex with a cock like Sean's would be like.

To be continued...



Sharon's First Time Ch. 04



When he offered to drive me home the next morning, I asked if I could take the album with Sean's photographs in it.

"I have several," he said, "Do you want them all?"

"Not now, but give me a couple to take a look at," I said. "You know, I am now wondering what sort of relationship this is turning into. Seems your interest is only in having me pose for your 'erotic' photographs."

"You know that isn't true Sharon," he said. "I very much enjoy our time together. I am proud of the images we have made together, and how you've grown as a woman and a sexual being. Posing with Sean is just the next step. It will be an exciting experience, and it will give you another new experience to draw on."

He got me a couple of albums and we walked to his car. "No peeking," he said, "Not until you get home."

He dropped me off at my apartment and I got undressed to take a shower. After my shower, I went back to the bedroom where I had left the album. I sat on the bed and slowly flipped through the pages of the album. It was a different album that the one I had seen earlier. It was filled, again, with images of Sean pleasuring and being pleasured by a brunette who had a body a lot like mine. She seemed of medium height, slim, but with large, full breasts. They seemed completely at ease with each other, but the sex was hot and exciting. Several of the images were of her working her magic on his beautiful, big cock. In the course of a few images she took him from a big, beautiful flaccid cock, to a thick, wide, long huge dick. Her hand, her lips, and her tongue was all that was needed to get Sean's cock fully erect and ready for her cunt. 

One of the most erotic images was of the brunette pushing his massive cock against his belly and licking the length of his cock from top to bottom while gazing invitingly at the camera. Like she was licking this guy's prick while teasing someone watching. 

Further along in the album she was on her back with Sean kneeling over her, his massive cock between her breasts. She cups the side of her tits and pushes the flesh around his dick. Her full tits envelope his cock so that all that is visible is the 6 or so inches that poke out of the top near her mouth. He tongue flicks at the engorged head of his prick. Again, she is making erotic eye contact with the camera. Another image shows her on her back, he legs spread wide and Sean's massive cock lying along her belly. It goes all the way up to her navel in that position.

In another image his massive cock is sheathed with a condom that barely comes half way down the shaft. A few images later his prick is deep in her cunt, but because his dick is so long, about half of its length is still out of her beautifully shaved cunt. One can almost feel the tightness of her cunt as it opens as wide as possible to receive his huge prick.

I could feel the lust rising in me as I looked at the pictures and though about what it would be like to be the woman receiving pleasure from Sean's prick. I imagined how his member would feel in my hand as I worked on arousing this beautiful man. 

I imagined how it would be to wrap my hand around Sean's prick and feel it thicken at my touch. I imagine the heat it would generate as he grew from a flaccid state to a fully erect monster cock. I was unsure, looking at the photographs that my hand would fit around the shaft when Sean was fully aroused. 

I imagined myself in the photographs with Sean, I could almost taste his skin ad I pushed his cock against his body and licked his shaft from the huge head of his cock all the way down to his balls. 

I could almost feel the weight of his cock on my body. I sensed the heat of his pulsing cock as it lay on my body just above my hot, moist cunt. I was eager to be penetrated by him, but loved (or knew I would) the sensation of the weight of his cock on my body. I longed for the sensation of his hot cockhead teasing the excited lips of my vagina as I held his cock in my hand and guided its massive head along my eager, moist slit.

I imagined him holding his cock as he knelt between my legs and enticingly rubbed its massive head between my already excited and swollen lips of my vagina. I was dripping with excitement, eagerly awaiting that beautiful sensation of his cock spreading me, stretching me, and filling me completely with the heat of his cock. I imagined the sensation of this massive cock slowly (hopefully), allowing me to adjust to the thickness and width of his cock. I could sense the pressure of that much cock filling and stretching my cunt wider than it had been stretched before. In my mind it was a glorious sensation devoid of any pain. My arousal from the experience and the sight of his cock and the flow of my natural lubricant allows for his huge cockhead stretching my vagina wide, is enough to allow it to slip easily into me. 

I imagine looking up at him and seeing the pleasure in his face that penetration into my smoothly shaved, small, tight pussy is imparting to him. I also imagine the intense fullness my vagina experiences as he slowly enters me. The head of his cock spreads me wide, but his cock seems to just get wider and wider as he enters me. 

My fingers trace over the slit of my vagina. I feel the warmth of my lubrication on my cunt lips. Tentatively I insert one finger, searching for my throbbing clit to give me the release of the sexual excitement I feel. It takes only moments of eagerly striking my clit to bring me over the edge. My body convulses with wave after wave of pleasure. I bring myself to an intense climax just thinking about sex with Sean's cock and how he will react to my talents and techniques for pleasing a man like him. I am convinced that sex with a man like Sean, not simply because of the size of his cock, but because of his willingness to pose for sex pictures, will be an experience beyond my wildest imagination.

After my orgasm, I lay there on my bed again looking at the images of Sean. I notice that the brunette seems completely at home having sex with Sean and while being watched and photographed. I have, in the past, been watched while having sex and I admit it is quite exciting. Being photographed by a professional while having sex is a new experience for me and I wonder if it will, in fact, be as exciting as I imagine.

I made up my mind to talk with my boyfriend more about Sean and the beautiful brunette in the album photos.

Later when he called, I asked, "So, what more can you tell me about Sean?"

"What would you like to know," he asked.

"In the one album, he is posing with a beautiful brunette. Who is she," I asked. "You know the one with boobs like mine and the shaved pussy."

"Well, to be quite honest, she is Sean's wife," he said.

"His wife," I said!

"Yep, she actually was the one who saw some of my work somewhere and contacted me to do a photo shoot of them both," he continued. "Once she saw the images, and I had some folks talk with her and Sean, she now sort of works as his manager."

"They are a beautiful couple," I said, "But now that I know Sean is married, I have some reservations about posing with him."

"But why," he asked? "I believe you told me earlier that you had an affair with a married man."

"Yes," I said. "It wasn't something I was proud of, but I did have an affair with a married man.

"Besides Karen, her name is Karen, is ok with him posing with other women," he said. "And I have shot her several times with other men; Sean is ok with that too."

"Really," I said?

"Yep, they are cool with the whole thing," he said. "Would you like to meet them, or get to know Sean better before we schedule anything," he asked?

"I guess so. Give me a call later and we can chat," I said. "I have something I need to do tonight, so I can't come over, but I'll see you soon."

I was very confused and didn't know what to do next. I was totally turned on by the idea of being with Sean, having my boyfriend photograph us together as we pleasured each other. But he is married to a woman who is ok with the idea of having him fuck other women. I have had an affair with a married man earlier, but once I started thinking about it and once the relationship got to the point where he felt he controlled me enough to offer me to a couple of his friends, I knew I had to get out.

I spent the rest of the day working on grading papers and other school related projects. Every so often I would take a break and thumb through the albums of photographs of Sean. Every time I looked at his penis in the photographs a bolt of excitement coursed through my body. It was fascinating to look at his cock, flaccid it was larger than anything I had ever had, and when he was fully erect it was beautifully huge, almost terrifyingly so. I knew deep down that I wanted to experience it.

To take my mind off Sean, later in the evening I decided to go to a movie. I was running late and I hoped that I still could get in to see the movie I had planned on seeing. It was an un-rated erotic film that I have heard interesting things about. It wasn't a porno, but a European film that was as explicit as most porn.

I rushed to the bedroom to apply a few touch-ups to my make-up and to brush my hair. I threw on a blouse and skirt and hurried out the door. In the car on the way to the theater I realized how short the skirt I had selected was but there was no time to go home to change.

After quickly purchasing my ticket I headed toward the theater. I could already hear the trailer playing so I skipped the concession stand and entered the theater. When I opened the door, I noticed that the lights were already dimmed and that the theater was packed. 

I finally noticed an empty seat in the back row about half way in from the aisle. I got to the row and proceeded to excuse myself as I worked my way down the row to the seat. Several men eyed me as I moved past them until I got to my seat. One, sitting nearby gave me a quick look as I sat down while the film was starting. 

As I watched the film I realized that it was a lot more erotic than I suspected. I found myself becoming more and more aroused. Scene after scene contributed to my arousal. Between the graphic sex on the screen and the cool air from the air conditioning vent directly above me I felt my nipples start to harden. I wished then that I had work a different bra and blouse. I could just feel that my nipples were quite visible to the several men that shared the row with me. My excitement led me to again think about Sean and his magnificent prick.

I can feel my pussy getting moist as the small thong I am wearing shifts against the tingling lips of my vagina. I cannot contain myself any longer. I have to touch myself. Hoping no one will notice, I slide forward in the seat to allow my skirt to ride up enough so that I can reach my pussy. I place my right hand on my pussy and slowly stroke my swollen lips with one finger. My finger travels along my moist slit. Only the thin material of my thong separated my finger from the opening of my pussy. 

Moments later, I can control myself no longer and slowly push the material of my thong to one side so I can brush my finger along my excited cunt. I slide my finger into my pussy and start to stroke my clit. 

As I find my clit with my finger I reflexively let out a gasp of pleasure. Hoping that no one heard, I wait a moment before inserting my finger deeper into my moist pussy. 

I watched intently the scene of the couple making love on a boat dock. I grew more and more excited as I watched his cock penetrate her eagerly and an intense chill swept through my body from what I was watching and the sensation of my finger probing my vagina.

Suddenly, through the haze of my intense sexual arousal, I felt a pressure on my upper thigh and looked to my left to see an attractive man sitting beside me. "Don't stop," he said. "It is exciting to watch you enjoy yourself." I then felt his hand move to my pussy and felt one of his fingers enter me.

I stopped for a second, slightly shocked at being caught, but too excited to turn back now. I was excited and enjoyed his boldness, seemingly knowing what I needed at that moment. I could have pushed his hand away and left, but I needed the orgasm that was building inside my cunt. I didn't care that I was in a public place, I didn't care of others might be watching, I just needed the pleasure I was seeking. He was also eagerly helping me derive the pleasure from his fingering me as well.

I re-inserted my fingers deep into my wet cunt. With the extra stimulation I was receiving I used my other hand to unbutton a couple of buttons on my blouse and was caressing my full breasts through the thin material of my bra. My hard nipples felt tingly as the palm of my hand caressed them.

He continued stroking my clit seemingly knowing how close I was to coming. I can hear my breathing and the occasional moan from the pleasure he is giving. I know he senses how close I am because he increased his pace with his finger over my clit. My cunt seems to be getting hotter and hotter with each passing second. 

Suddenly my body exploded in pleasure. I have to control myself because I want to moan and scream in pleasure as my orgasm sends wave after wave of pleasure throughout my entire body. As I am wracked with pleasure, he leaves his fingers deep in my cunt as the muscles of my vagina grip tightly at them. I can sense his enjoyment of my cunt gripping at his fingers eagerly.

As my orgasm subsides he slowly withdraws his fingers from me. I lean against him exhausted from the pleasure that coursed through my entire body. He looks over and smiles as me.

As we sit close to each other, I realize he has a huge bulge in his pants. I reach over and feel the hardness of his prick through his pants. I can feel the heat of his hard on and traced the length of his cock with my finger. It was quite a cock. A wave of lust swept through my body.

I looked over at him and stood up quickly, he looked confused. But I leaned down and whispered to him, "Follow me."

He needed no further convincing and followed me as we excused ourselves from the row. As we made our way down the aisle nobody had a clue as to what had happened earlier (except for one guy who was slowly stroking his cock with his hand, but then again he could have been jerking off from the movie) between us or why we were leaving so abruptly.

Exiting the theater I notice a couple of doors, one is a small area there the staff keeps their brooms and a trash can. We quickly enter the room and I close the door quickly behind us. It is dark except for a few lighted dials that is just enough so we can see what we are doing.

I drop to my knees, tugging at his jeans button and fly, pulling his jeans and his boxers down past his knees. His cock is hard and springs back pointing straight out. I quickly grasp his dick and draw it to my mouth, engulfing it eagerly. My other hand cups his huge balls. 

I take as much of his prick as I can deep into my mouth and gently squeeze his balls. He moans softly at the pleasure I am giving him as a gift for the pleasure he gave me earlier. I suck eagerly at his cock for a few moments before he pulls his cock from my mouth and pulls me up to a standing position.

There is a small counter behind him so he turns me and lifts me onto the counter. I lift my legs and roll my hips back as I feel his hands on the band of my thong as he pulls it quickly down my legs. He quickly lowers his head to my exposed pussy and snakes his tongue along my cunt. His hand also moves to my cunt and he inserts two fingers deep into me as he continues to lick at my cunt. Moments later, I feel his tongue scrape over my throbbing clit and I moan loudly.

Sensing my need, he stands up quickly, wraps his hand around his cock shaft and drives his cock beep into my vagina. I am propped up on the counter with my knees up and my legs spread obscenely as his prick fills me with one deep thrust. My cunt grasps eagerly at his shaft.

The counter is narrow so I have no choice but to press back hard against his body as he eagerly fuck me deeply with each vigorous thrust. He pounds his cock as deep into me as he can, each thrust filling me with all his cock. I feel his ball sack slap against my ass with each thrust. Each stroke forces a moan from me as I sense another intense orgasm approaching quickly. I am thinking about nothing at that point other than the sensation of his cock in my cunt. I eagerly clamp down around his shaft as tightly as I can. 

I don't care that I don't know this man, or where I am. I only want to experience the pleasure of an orgasm and feel him empty his balls deep inside me.

I can also sense he is getting close, his cock feels hotter and hotter, and bigger with each stroke into me. The sensation of his cock responding to my cunt is too much and I feel my second orgasm wrack me body with delight. He is close, but stops fucking me and I spasm with pleasure. My cunt convulsing around his cock and my orgasm waves over me.

Before I am finished coming, he pulls me off the counter and down on my knees again. He steps to me and pushes his dick into my mouth. I can taste my lubricant on his cock, but I only have to suck him for a few moments before he moans, "oh, fuck yea," and floods my mouth with jet after jet of his hot, salty tasting jism. I swallow as much as I can, but he continued to shoot jet after jet of sperm into my mouth and down my throat. I feel some of it ooze out of my mouth and drip onto my neck and down onto the front of my blouse. 

As he stops coming, I swallow my last mouthful and pull his rapidly deflating cock from my mouth. I spend a few moments licking his cock clean before releasing his dick and smiling up at him.

As I am kneeling there he pulls up his boxers and jeans and exited the closet before I could say anything. I get up and realize he was gone before I started to pull myself together. I wipe some of his come off my neck with a paper towel and pull my skirt back down. I realize I have to leave quickly because I hear the crowd starting to exit the movie. I look around for my thong but don't see it anywhere. Knowing I can't wait and look any longer I decide to leave without it.

I left with the crowd, but on my way out of the lobby and outside the theater I looked at everyone, hoping to see the stranger that just gave me two intense orgasms and made the night memorable.

To be continued... 



Sharon's First Time Ch. 05



On the drive home I couldn't help but reflect on the events that had just taken place. I wasn't the type of woman that usually succumbed to events like that in the theater. 

I knew for a long time I enjoyed sex, but I also knew I wasn't simply a bimbo that used my body to get what I wanted. I was a successful elementary school teacher. I had an education and a career, but it also seemed like my appetite for sex was growing.

I had a new boyfriend who was a great lover, who was showing me what I could be as a woman, but less than a day after spending the night with him I was in a movie theater, a stranger finger fucking me in public, then I dragged him out of the theater, found a small janitor's closet and sucked his cock, let him fuck me, bring me to another intense orgasm, and then letting him fuck my mouth until he emptied his balls, which I sucked and swallowed eagerly.

I didn't even know his name. I found the anonymity of event even more of a turn on. I recalled everything in detail over and over in my mind. 

When I got to my apartment, I couldn't contain my lust any longer. I walked quickly through the apartment throwing off my clothes until I was nude and in my bedroom. I sat on my bed, reached into my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator. I lie on the bed, spread my legs wide, turned on the vibrator and quickly inserted it deeply into my tingling cunt. I inserted it completely, lifting my hips slightly off the bed to allow it all the way in and clenched at it with the muscles of my vagina.

It felt good, but it wasn't as big and the unknown man that had filled it less than an hour earlier. I slid it back out and concentrated its tip on my engorged clit that was longing for stimulation. I let out a gasp as I felt the vibrations center on my clit and pressed the hard plastic tip tightly against it.

Moments later I felt my body spasm in pleasure as I brought myself to the third orgasm of the evening. Every fiber of my body tingled with excitement from the pleasure and the memory of what had taken place earlier. I lay there spent as my body came down from the exquisite high of sexual pleasure.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I recall is the chirping of my cell phone. It was late and the phone was on the table near the door to my apartment. By the time I got to the phone the message had gone to voicemail.

I heard it was my boyfriend-the photographer, and I called him back, "Hey, how are you doing," he said?

"I must have dozed off, sorry I had to call you back," I said. "What's up?"

"Nothing really that couldn't keep, but I hear from Sean's wife, Karen, and she and Sean are stopping by the studio tomorrow afternoon. If you are available you can join us, if not I was calling to see if you are ok with me showing them some of the albums of the pictures I took of you," he said?

"They are pretty tame compared to the albums I have here," I said. "I hope they won't be bored, but yea, I guess it is ok to show them to them." "I do have a lot of work to do tomorrow, what time are they coming?"

"Around 2 or so," he said.

"No, that doesn't work for me," I said, "Sorry."

"It's ok; I can show them the albums and let them know that you would be interested in working with Sean. Just Sean, right," he said?

"Yes, just Sean," I said, "Are you offering to photograph Karen and me having sex?"

"If you are interested," he said, "She is bi and has posed with Sean and another model."

"Yea, well let's think about that at some other time, not right now. I am still wondering if I can take Sean," I said.

"You'll do fine," he said, "Don't worry, I'll be there. Everything will go according to what you want. No pressure."

"Ok, show them the albums and I'll see about the modeling session," I said.

"Ok, love, see you soon," he said as he hung up.

I hung up the phone and went to take a shower and get ready for bed. I fell asleep watching TV and didn't wake up until early the next morning.

For the next couple of days I was engrossed in work for my new students and some work for a class I was taking for my Master's degree in Education. 

Early in the next week I got a call from my boyfriend to let me know that he had met with Sean and that he and his wife both liked the photographs of me. "Sean and Karen both said you had a very small and pretty vagina," he said.

"Thanks, I guess," I said.

"It was meant as a compliment," he said. "Sean likes tight, Karen told me."

"Ok, but I am really swamped with school," I said, "I am not sure when I can get some time to spend in your studio for at least 3 weeks."

"That's OK," he said, "Sean and Karen are going to Europe for a month later this week, and I have to go to New York for several days as well. I'd ask if you wanted to go along, but I now know what your answer would be. Damn, we should just get married so you can travel with me."

"Well, since you haven't asked me as yet, I guess that won't be happening any time soon," I said.

"Yea, yea, you know what I mean," he said.

"I do, so when are you leaving," I asked?

"Thursday, can we spend some time together before I leave," he asked.

"I'd love to, perhaps I can come over after school on Wednesday and stay until Thursday morning," I said.

"Sounds great," he said, "See you then."

We got together and again had some great sex. He is an imaginative lover and exciting to be with. He pleasured me, but I couldn't help comparing the pleasure and excitement I felt with the stranger at the movie theater.

He leaves on Thursday so I spend the next few days engrossed with work for school. It is early in the school year and the normal routine hasn't been established as yet. There are new things happening almost every day.

Tuesday after school I am working in my classroom when the school principal calls to say she is bringing down a new student for my class. She soon enters the room along with the new student, Zack. "Zack has recently moved here," she says. "Let me also introduce you to his father, Mr. Bryant." 

To my surprise I immediately recognize Zack's father as the anonymous stranger from the theater. Our eyes meet, I can feel myself flushing, hoping he won't say something inappropriate. "Nice to meet you Mr. Bryant," I say.

"Nice to meet you too," he says with a smile.

The principal, Mr. Bryant, and I discuss Zack's background and the various aspects of how we do things in our school and what we will be studying and how we will give Zack every opportunity to catch up with the bit of work we have already covered.

My heart races as he and Zack and the principal finally leave. I am confident that he knows it was me at the theater but I am also happy that he seemed to understand my need for discretion. 

About a week later, I arrive in my classroom to discover a brown lunch bag waiting for me on my desk. The students that had arrived at school were mostly in the library playing on-line games. Not sure who might have placed it there I quickly retrieve it before the students arrive. I walk to the back of the classroom, away from the door, and open the bag. Inside, neatly wrapped in paper is the thong I was wearing at the theater. Also attached was a note that read, "Would like to thank the owner for a wonderful experience." 

My heart raced confirming that he did recognize me and was savoring the experience as much as I had. I had been curious wondering what would happen the next time I came in contact with Zack's father. To keep it professional, I suggest to the principal later that day that a parent conference with Zack's father to keep him informed as to Zack's progress might be in order. 

You suggest a meeting Friday after school, knowing full well that the principal had to leave early that day. She reminded me that she had to be away, but that I could have the meeting and let her know how it went.

My mind raced over the next few days with what might be said or what should be said at my meeting with Mr. Bryant on Friday. I was confused because of my desire to keep my professional life separate from my personal life. My memories of the event at the theater may have been more vivid and exciting as I recalled them over and over for the past few weeks, but I knew that Mr. Bryant had an intense sexual magnetic power that I found attractive. He seemed to sense what I wanted and what I needed.

When Friday did finally arrive, I was up early with anticipation. I took extra time to prepare that morning. In the shower I spent a few extra minutes making sure that my pussy was completely shaved and smooth. I picked out a fresh white blouse with buttons on the front. I had it demurely buttoned for work, but planned on showing some cleavage for my meeting with Mr. Bryant. I also chose a skirt that was long enough to be professional, but short enough to show off my legs. Even though I don't usually wear high heels for work, I brought along a pair of black stilettos for the meeting.

It seemed like the longest school day I can recall. Everything seemed to slow down. I kept glancing at the clock throughout the entire day. Finally the dismissal bell rang and the students headed home. I cleaned up the room, took a deep breath, unbuttoned a button or two, put on my heels and tried to look busy; Zack's father would be arriving in about 20 minutes.

When Zack's dad arrives I find myself stumbling for the right way to state the conversation, but he cuts me off saying, "I have to be honest, that night when I first met you I believed it was a once in a lifetime encounter, but after finding you again here I believe is may be more than fate that our paths have crossed again." "I respect your privacy and by no means would I ever say a word to anyone about our past, but seeing you here, I have to have you again."

With that, he stood up, walked over to the door to open it and turned off the lights. "Shall we," was all he said motioning to the door.

I hadn't said a single word, but my body knew what to do. I gathered my things and walked to the door.

We had not discussed any plans, but as we walk to the parking lot he tell me that I can decide where we are going and that he will follow me. As I drive out of the parking lot I am searching my mind for a place that we can go to and have privacy and not be worried about being seen. I remember a place where I used to wash my car just down the road. It was behind an old, now abandoned, service station just a few miles away. 

As we drive, I look back in the mirror to see him following me at a discrete distance. My body is tingling with anticipation and I can feel my pussy moistening. Four miles seems like 400. I pull into the service station and drive around back to the car wash bays. I pull into one and a few moments later he pulls his Suburban into the adjoining bay. As I walk to his car I notice he is not in the front seat, the tinted windows make it difficult for me to see him, but suddenly one of the back doors opens and I see him inside. I quickly get in and close the door behind myself.

As I closed the door behind me, he pulled me close and kissed me passionately. He cupped one of my tits with one hand and slowly moved town to kissing my cleavage. His hot breath made my nipples hard and I tried to reach in to unbutton my blouse but I moved too quickly and several buttons popped off. He pulled my blouse open revealing my breasts covered only by my lacy sheer bra. He pulled his head back to take a good look and smiled down at me.

He lowered his lips to my nipple and gently bit it through the fabric of my bra. The sensation of his biting me sent a shock wave through my body. I didn't move allowing the sensation of lust fill me as I became the object of his desire.

I lay on the seat as his hands went to the front clasp of my bra. My hands cupped the sides of my full breasts as he expertly unhooked the clasp. I released the grip on my tits and the y spilled out of the bra. Again he smiled.

He worked his way down to the zipper of my skirt, unzipped it and slid it down my legs as I slightly lifted my hips to allow him to undress me. Once off me, he placed the skirt over the back of the front seats. I was lying on the seat with him setting next to me wearing only my black stilettos and the small thong that matched my bra. His hands roamed up my body caressing my belly as he moved to my tits. He cupped each in a hand and pulled on my hard nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Again, a bolt of excitement coursed through my body.

His hands then started down my body, when he got to my thong he hooked his fingers in the material and started to pull downward. I raised my hips again so they glided down my body and over my shoes and onto the floor of the Suburban.

He smiled as he lowered his head to my pussy and ran his tongue along my slit, over the swollen lips of my vagina from top to bottom. I reach out to grasp his head and push his head to my cunt as I spread me legs as wide as I can to allow him access. I can hear myself moaning, "Oh, yes, yes," as he eagerly licks my pussy, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue.

It felt so good as he eagerly licked my cunt. He must have sensed that I was getting close to coming because if inserted two fingers deep into me as he continued to stimulate my clit. The sensation of his expert oral technique was too much and I pulled his head tightly to my throbbing pussy and moaned loudly as I felt wave after wave of pleasure course through my body. 

While my body spasms and slid all over the seat he relentlessly continued licking my clit and fingering me deeply.

A few seconds later my orgasm was starting to subside. I released his head and he again sat up on the seat next to me. He smiled as I moved my hands again to my breasts and pushed them together invitingly. He needed no further encouragement as he moved to remove his pants and boxers. His beautiful hard cock stood straight out. 

I move to a kneeling position, fumbling to pull my blouse and bra off my shoulders as I push him back against the door. I push his legs apart as I lower myself to a position with my head between his legs. I warp my hand around his thick shaft and pull it to my mouth and eagerly engulf it. I suck his cock for a few moments than pull it from my mouth, push the shaft back against his body and lick him from his balls to the tip of his prick several times. He moans as I eagerly pleasure his cock. I alternate between licking the shaft and eagerly engulfing his cock and pumping it vigorously with both my hands. 

While I eagerly suck his cock, I see him reach into the seat pocket and pull out a condom. I feel him nudge me and I look up to see him holding the condom. I take it from him and have him slide down on the seat. I open the pack and roll it down his cock. Once it is on, I straddle his body and lower my cunt over his prick. It feels so good as I feel my excited cunt lips spread by the head of his dick. Slowly I lower myself all the way down onto his cock.

Once he is completely into me, I lean forward and start rubbing my tits over his face. His hands move to them to control them and he moves them to his mouth and begins eagerly sucking my nipples, first one then the other. My nipples are hard and sensitive and he teases my tits expertly as I fuck myself on his hot, thick cock.

With every flick of his tongue on my nipple, I feel a shock of excitement course through me. To pleasure him back, I clench my vagina tightly around his shaft. Often I hear him moan as loudly as I do while being stretch by his cock. I feel my orgasm building as I ride his cock and look into his eyes and say, "I'm going to come again."

I hold back as I ride his dick like a woman possessed with lust. Gripping his cock as tightly as I can, I slide up and down for several more intense minutes before I feel my second orgasm overtake me and moan loudly, "Oh, God, I am coming. Fill me baby; empty your balls into my cunt."

Seconds later, in the throes of my orgasm, I feel his cock throb and can almost feel him shooting jet after jet into me, filling the condom on his beautiful cock. I kept riding him as long as I could before collapsing onto his chest. I lay on him breathing hard until I felt his cock start to go limp and felt it slowly side out of me. 

I move off of him so I am kneeling on the floor of the Suburban next to the seat. I smile over at him as I gently grasp his flaccid cock and slowly pull off the full condom. I have him help lowering the window as I drop the condom outside. 

I then lower my tongue to his cock and start to like the jism that is covering his cock. I spend a few minutes licking every drop off his cock and his balls. He come tastes just as I remember it for our earlier encounter.

When he was cleaned up, I smiled at him again and moved onto the seat and start to gather my clothes. I slide my thong back on and my skirt. I move to gather up my blouse and bra while he is dressing. I slip on my blouse and attempt to fasten it enough so it will stay closed for my trip home. Without him noticing I folded my lacy sheer bra and put slide it up under the front seat.

While he is dressed I reach for the door and get out. I turn to him and said, "Thank you for coming today Mr. Bryant. It has been a most enjoyable parent/teacher meeting."

I walked to my car and drove away.

On my drive home my mind was exploding. What the fuck was I thinking? It is almost alright to get picked up at a movie and fucked in a janitor's closet by a total stranger, but fucking the father of a student? My head would roll if anyone found out about this.

So many questions, first of all - is there a Mrs. Bryant? If so, complicated, but on the other hand wouldn't she have brought Zack to school on his first day? 

My thong was soaked with my natural lubrication from the two (God yes, where has this man been in the past!) orgasms he gave me. My blouse was barely covering my tits because I ripped it earlier trying to get him access to my boobs, my bra was enticingly tucked up under the front seat, and my skirt now had a big wet spot. I was hoping when I got to my apartment there wouldn't be many folks in the lobby.

I parked and rushed through the lobby to the elevator, but when the door open and older gentleman from the floor above my apartment got off. He took a second look and smiled as I tried to keep my tits contained in what was left of my blouse. "Is that the newest style," he asked?

I walked past him and quickly pushed the button for my floor. Once I got into my apartment I stripped off my clothes and made a dash to the shower. In the shower I relaxed a bit as the warm water caressed my body. I somewhat relaxed and I remembered what he had said to me earlier, that he would never say anything, but could he be trusted? 

After my shower, I climbed back onto my bed and relived the entire day from the time Mr. Bryant arrived until now. I started to get excited; my cunt tingled recalling the feel of his tongue. I stroked myself with my fingers as I recalled other details of our time in his large Suburban.

A few minutes later I was enjoying the pleasure of another orgasm. It seems that this man has some hold on my brain. He makes me come more intensely than anyone else.

"Ok," I thought, "what do I do next?" I wanted to let him know how much I enjoyed our time together. Both times it seemed that each of us knew instinctively what the other wanted and were eager to provide the sexual stimulation and pleasure for the other. I sucked his cock until he came in my mouth; he pleasured me with two orgasms each time we were together.

I knew I wanted to see him again. While it was exciting to be fucked at the theater and in his car, I really hoped that we could find a place where we wouldn't have to hurry and we can pleasure each other as long as we wanted. I was hoping that we could spend an evening together, but then I remembered his son Zack. I can't go to his house, I am Zack's teacher. He can't stay out all night, the sitter wouldn't understand. And what if he does have a wife?




Sharon's First Time Ch. 05



When I saw Zack come in on Monday, I wanted to grill him about his weekend, but I held off. I couldn't very well ask, "So Zack, did your father say anything about our meeting on Friday?" 

Nope. Wouldn't or shouldn't go there. So I waited.

In the meantime my boyfriend had returned from his trip. When I picked him up at the airport I was excited to see him and we drove back to his studio space. On the way we stopped by a favorite restaurant of his for dinner.

We were sitting in the restaurant making small talk, when out of the blue he asked, "So did you get fucked while I was away?"

I didn't know what to say when he reached out and took my hand and said, "Sharon, I have been gone for over two weeks. I know you are a beautiful, sensual woman who needs a lot of pleasure. I know you well enough to know that other men find you as attractive as I do. I have been with you when other men have come on to you, don't you remember?" "I also know that 'edge' you get when you haven't had sex in a while. You don't seem to have that 'edge' tonight. So I am assuming that some lucky guy or guys enjoyed your talents while I was away."

"And if I did," I asked, "Would you be upset?"

"Would you be upset if I got laid while I was away," he asked? "I don't think our relationship has gone to the exclusive stage as yet, so I really can't tell you what or what not to do. Even if we were to that level, you are a woman who can determine what you do and when you do it without my telling you who you can or cannot fuck."

"I had an enjoyable couple of days with an old friend while I was away. We had sex three times," he said. "I enjoyed it and she did as well." "No strings, just sex and a way to pass some time."

"Ok, now I have confessed, he said. "Do you want to tell me what you did? If not it is fine with me."

"It's not like that, but I have never had a male friend that I can talk about things like this. At least not a male friend who isn't gay. You aren't gay, are you" I asked?

"Nope," he said, "I'm still the flaming heterosexual that fucked you before I left." "So, am I going to get any details?"

"It's complicated," I started to say.

"Oh, so he's married," he said.

"No, well to be honest, I don't know if he is married or not," I said.

"My, aren't we the little slut," he said teasingly.

"No, like I said, it's complicated. He is the father of a new student in my class," I said. 

From there I proceeded to tell him the details of my experience with Mr. Bryant, all the details.

When I was finished he looked across the table and said, "So, where do you want this to go?"

I told him I didn't know; I liked the excitement of being with Mr. Bryant, but because of my professional relationship as his son's teacher that it could lead to problems if it continued or if anyone found out about it.

"So, I guess you need to wait," he said. "Wait to see if he makes any additional contact. If not, you have the memories of an exciting fuck. If he does, I can help with some discrete location to meet with him, other than at school of in the back seat of a car. Funny, I never thought of you as a back seat fuck, like some sort of horny teenager with her friend's boyfriend, but I guess the spontaneity of it all could be a turn on."

"You really are an interesting guy," I said to him. "Most guys would be pissed at what I told you, but you are supportive and helpful."

"Take a look at yourself, Sharon," he said. "I can't possibly be all things to you. I know you are a sexual being, confident and strong, with needs, desires, and fantasies. I'm willing to share you as you choose because I like fucking you."

"One thing I will tell you from a man's point of view," he said. "If you want a guy to stay interested, tell him you are married. Nothing is more exciting to men that another man's wife giving herself to him. All men share the fantasy of fucking someone else's girlfriend or wife." 

To be continued...



Sharon's First Time Ch. 06



I thought about what my new boyfriend had said, "If you want a guy to stay interested, tell him you are married. Nothing is more exciting to men than another man's wife giving herself to him. All men share the fantasy of fucking someone else's girlfriend or wife."

This new man in my life offered a variety of complications to my life. The fact that he was the father of one of my students being the largest problem. If anyone at school or the district office even suspected that I was involved with a parent, I'd be fired immediately.

I also knew he was a parent, but I didn't know if he was married or not. I knew very little about him, other than I had succumbed to his advances at a movie, and later that we had fucked in the back of his Suburban after what was supposed to have been a parent/teacher conference.

I was captivated by this man, and knew I wanted to see him again.

"So," I said to my boyfriend, "What do you think about this situation?"

"Hey," he said, "I'm not going to try to tell you what to do. You are an intelligent, sensual, experienced woman. You know the pitfalls that you might encounter."

"I know I'd like to have you all to myself," he continued, "But that is a decision only you can or will make." "As long as I don't have to stand in line to get some pussy from you, I'm cool with the arrangement."

"I know you well enough to know that you probably would stand in line," I said.

A couple of weeks later my school was having a science fair for the advanced students. I was hoping that Zack had entered the fair and that his father would attend. It started Friday afternoon with set-up for the students.

When I walked through the science lab area I was pleased to see Zack setting up his project. I walked over and said, "Zack, nice to see you involved in the science fair. Are your parents coming to the event tonight?"

"My Dad will be here for the judging," he said.

My heart rate increased when I heard that Mr. Bryant would be there, but I knew that noting could possibly happen at such an event where other parents and the other teachers I taught with would be present.

The fair started at 6:30 and I was pleased at the turn out for the event. I did notice when Mr. Bryant arrived. I also made a point of staying away from them as they put the final touches on Zack project for the presentation.

During the judging I walked around the room and made small talk with the students and parents from my class. When I got to Zack, I said hello to his father, "Nice that you could come tonight," I said.

He smiled back at me and said, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

"I hope I can count on you to come as often as possible in the future," I said, smiling coyly at him.

His smile and a somewhat shocked expression made me know he understood completely what I meant. He was being discrete, but we both knew what I had meant and what we wanted.

I wished Zack good luck and continued circulating to chat with other parents and students.

After the event was over I walked back to the science room to see that the parents were helping the students to pack up their projects. I watched from a distance as parents and students left group by group.

My plan was to run into Mr. Bryant and Zack in the school parking lot. As they left and headed down the hallway to the front door, I left by a side exit nearer the parking lot.

They were already loading Zack's project into the back of the Suburban when I approached and said hello.

"I hear your project was very good Zack," I said to him. "I know you put a lot of work into it and made it interesting and exciting." "Congratulations on a job well done."

"Thanks," Zack replied.

"Now you can relax for the weekend," I said. "No homework, your project done, you and your father can enjoy the weekend."

"I'm having a sleep over at David's house tomorrow," Zack said.

"That is nice," I said. "Your Dad can enjoy some time to himself."

"I was hoping to take in a movie," Mr. Bryant said.

I felt myself flushing with embarrassment, knowing what he meant by the comment. "I rarely get to the movies," I said. "My weekend is pretty much filled with chores and school work. I have to take some time tomorrow afternoon to get my car washed. Maybe after my 2 pm hair appointment I can get to it. It has been way too long since I have been to the carwash." I hoped that I got my point across to Mr. Bryant, but not so obvious that Zack had any idea as to what was going on. "Well, enjoy the weekend," I said. "See you on Monday Zack." "Enjoy the movie, Mr. Bryant."

"Thanks," he said, "Enjoy your weekend as well. Hopefully something will come up to make it enjoyable."

I looked directly into his eyes and said, "That would be nice."

When I got home I called my boyfriend at his studio. "I need to use your place tomorrow afternoon," I said. "And you need to be out."

"This sounds interesting," he said. "I'll need details."

"No details as yet, but I need your place in case something comes of what I may have started tonight." I said.

"Oh God, not Mr. Bryant again," he said. "Fucking in his car isn't good enough anymore?"

"Shut up," I said. "I'm planning on using your advice and telling him I am married."

"Shall I ask who the lucky groom is," he asked.

"That would be you. Is that OK," I said.

"Am I the jealous type who will hunt him down and kill him or beat him up for fucking my wife," he asked.

"I am going to tell him that you don't know anything, but that we have to be discrete to keep you from finding out," I said. "I need to have him think that we live there, the perfect place for us to get together." "He can come here because we are far enough from school that no one will recognize his car. I can't go to his place because I don't know where he lives and he has a son."

"Oh yea, Zack, the kid in your class," he said. "What is the plan for Zack tomorrow? Is he coming along to watch? I didn't know your grade had a sex Ed component to it."

"You are such a perv," I said. "No, Zack is having an overnight play date with another kid from school."

"Ok, but you are going to owe me," he said. "I'm not too happy about my girlfriend fucking this other guy, and me not being able to watch."

"Just leave me a key and get out of the place tomorrow afternoon and evening. I'll send you a text message when he has left. I'll give you the key to my apartment if you need a place to go," I said.

After I hung up the phone I hoped that I hadn't done something stupid to screw up my relationship with him for some time with a man that probably wasn't right for me. But God, how he excited me.

The next day I knew it would be a day I wouldn't forget, but I wasn't quite sure if it would be a terrible day or a wonderful day.

I busied myself with a variety of tasks, morning grocery shopping, picking up my dry cleaning, etc. Around noon I was home, in the shower in preparation for my afternoon. I soaped up my big tits and caressed my nipples as I felt the warm water play over my body. I thought about what had happened the other times I had been with Mr. Bryant and my mind raced through the sexual experience we had shared and the pleasure we had given each other. I recalled the taste of his come from when he came in my mouth in that little room at the movie theater. I recalled the feel of his tongue on my clit as he brought me to an intense orgasm on the back seat of his Suburban.

I recalled the feel of the leather seats on my back as I writhed in pleasure as wave after wave of my orgasm coursed through my body.

Standing there in the shower I inserted two fingers deep into my cunt and began stroking myself to a climax. I was already aroused and images of his face, his body, and his cock sliding into me filled my mind. A few moments later I began to climax. I felt the muscles of my vagina constrict tightly around my fingers as the pleasure of sex coursed through my body.

When I had pleasured myself I set about making sure my vagina was completely smooth for Mr. Bryant to enjoy. I lathered it up and shaved it, then shaved it again to make sure it was completely smooth.

After I toweled myself dry I spread body oil all over my pussy and tits. I let it soak in before starting to get dressed. I selected a sexy bra and thong set, a short skirt and a tight white blouse to wear. I chose a pair of heels but I really thought it might look strange me at the car wash in heels, but I didn't care. They made my legs look long and sleek and my ass tight.

A few hours later I fixed my hair and makeup and headed to my car. The carwash Mr. Bryant and I had visited before was closer to my school than my apartment so it took almost 20 minutes to get there. I was a little after 3 when I pulled around the abandoned gas station to the abandoned car wash. As I drove around the front building, I was disappointed to see that I was alone. No other cars were there.

I felt a wave of stupidity sweep over me, "Well Sharon, you got all excited for nothing," I thought. "You were just another fuck to him." I pulled into one of the bays and stopped. What a fucking idiot I was to think he'd show up. I was pissed at myself and as I was getting ready to leave I heard another car pull around the building and into another bay. I couldn't see what kind of car it was, so I waited a few moments before getting out of my car. As I walked around the bay to the next bay I realized it was Mr. Bryant's car. As I approached the driver's side back door swung open. I approached and looked into the car. I noticed Mr. Bryant setting on the back seat, so I slid in next to him.

He moved to me and kissed me and I leaned into him to return the kiss. His hand went to one of my tits and his palm caressed the fabric of my blouse over my boobs. I pulled back and then noticed that there was another guy setting in the front seat watching us.

"I need to talk to you," I said.

"Not now," he said. "It has been so long since I've fucked you."

He was grasping eagerly at my blouse to try to get it unbuttoned. I felt my nipples harden as his warm hands cupped and squeezed my full breasts. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. I felt the heat of his passion in his kiss and felt the heat of my passion also rise as I returned his kiss.

He lay back and pulled me with him. My boobs were pressed tight against his chest as we kissed and he ran his hands down my back and over my ass. I could feel his cock getting harder. His hands found the button on the back of my skirt and he quickly unbuttoned it and pulled the zipper down. His hands then moved to the hem of my skirt and started pulling it up toward my waist. Soon it was bunched up around my waist and his hands moved back to squeeze my ass. His hands felt hot on my skin. My ass was uncovered except for the thin strip of material of my thong.

I could feel me excitement growing as he rolled me onto my side and slid off the seat to a kneeling position next to me. He rolled me over onto my back and smiled as he started unbuttoning my blouse. Once unbuttoned he pulled it open to reveal my full breasts barely contained within my sheer bra.

"God your tits are so beautiful," he said. His hands went to the shoulder straps of my bra and tugged them down. He pulled them down until my breast sprang from the confinement of my bra. I tried to sit up to slide the blouse and bra off but he pushed me back down. I was somewhat constrained by the blouse and bra, but I was able to reach up and unclasp the hook on the front of my bra.

As my breasts sprang from my bra he moved one hand to my tits and pinched my nipple. It was already hard and I felt a bolt of excitement course through me body. He pulled his hand from my nipple and lowered his head and began sucking eagerly. His tongue flicked over my hard nipple as his hand moved down my body to my cunt. 

I felt his hand move down over my belly and I tingled with anticipation as I felt his hand stroke my vagina through the thin material of my thong. I felt the warmth of his hand on my pussy and instinctually opened my legs to allow him access to my cunt. His fingers found my slit and traced its outline along the thin material covering it. He pushed his finger along the slit of my swollen cunt slowly.

I felt my cunt getting more and more excited. I could feel myself becoming moist with anticipation. I felt his fingers move to the edge of the thong and slowly push it aside. He then plunged two fingers into my excited pussy. I let out a gasp at his penetration and I wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him tightly against my tit.

His fingers probed my cunt eagerly. I reached out with my hand closest to him and started stroking the front of his shorts. I could feel his cock, hard and twitching, inside his pants.

I moaned, "Get it out," while I stroked him through his shorts. He quickly pulled away from my tit and pulled himself up. His hand pulled away from my pussy and I watched as he unzipped the fly to his shorts. He pulled them down quickly and his beautiful, hard cock sprang free.

I quickly moved my hand to his balls and cupped them. They were heavy and large in my hand. After a few seconds I moved my hand to his shaft and wrapped my hand around his dick.

He moved his hand back to my pussy and began fingering me again. As he entered my cunt I clenched down tightly on his fingers. 

I lay there on the back seat of his Suburban with my legs spread as I stroked his cock while he fingered my pussy. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations that were sweeping over me. The warmth and thickness of his dick in my hand, the pleasure of his fingers probing my cunt and teasing my clit, and the excitement of doing all this in his parked car. I felt like a slutty high school girl.

Kneeling next to the seat he was smiling down at me as he fingered my cunt. I had a tight grip on his dick and slowly began to stroke it.

He moved closer to the edge of the seat, not close enough that I could suck his cock, but close enough so I could lick the head and part of the shaft as I stroked it. His fingers continued to probe my cunt and his thumb raked over my swollen clit. He slid his fingers in and out of my cunt fucking me deeply with each thrust -- just like he would with his cock if he were fucking me. With each deep thrust I clenched the muscles of my vagina tightly around his fingers. As I clenched I let out a small whimper of pleasure.

I lay there on the seat of his Suburban as he finger fucked my eager cunt. His fingers probed me and his thumb flicked at my clit. I felt my body tingle with excitement as he filled my moist cunt with his fingers. I knew I would be coming soon, his touch and my excitement was just too much to control.

I concentrated on the pleasure he was giving me. I moved my head back from his cock and looked up at him. "I love the way you finger me, Mr. Bryant," I said.

Moments later I felt my orgasm begin to wash over my body. My entire body convulsed with pleasure as he rapidly pushed his fingers in and out of my cunt. As I spasmed he continued to probe me extending the length of my orgasm. My ass squirmed all over the seat as my body uncontrollably twitched with pleasure.

He stopped fingering my pussy and pushed his two thick fingers deep into my squishy cunt as my body was wracked with the intense pleasure of my orgasm. He didn't say a word, but looked down at me as I came.

When I stopped climaxing, I looked up at him and said, "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Bryant, but not here." "I have a place where we can be alone and comfortable."

I pulled down my skirt, and sat up on the car seat. I clasped my bra and buttoned my shirt. I leaned to him, kissed him and said, "Follow me, but not too close."

I got out and hurried back to my car. I started and drove slowly out of the abandoned car wash and onto the street. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw his Suburban pull out behind me. We drove about 10 miles to neighborhood where my boyfriend lived and had his studio. I parked my car and motioned him to park nearby and walked to the doorway of the old industrial building that had been converted to working lofts. 

I waited inside the door and found the key in my boyfriend's mailbox as usual and waited until he came in and we walked to the elevator. "Not exactly what I had planned for you to be living in," he said. "I pictured something more apartment like."

We entered the elevator and rode up to the top floor where the studio was. I looked at him and said, "I have something really important to tell you," as I stepped off the elevator and unlocked the studio door.

He walked in and took a look around. I noticed that one of the work tables in the studio was covered with erotic image of me, but Mr. Bryant hadn't noticed.

I took his hand and walked him through the studio to the bedroom. I smiled and turned to him. I took one of his hands and lifted it to one of my breasts and moved to kiss him. He squeezed it as he kissed me back.

I stepped away and moved to the edge of the bed. I put one hand on the headboard and lifted one of my lets to remove my shoes. "No, please, leave them on," Mr. Bryant said, his eyes following my every move. I looked back at him and smiled.

Slowly I moved to start unbuttoning my blouse. I looked directly at him and could see the intensity of his lust for me as button by button was undone. When the blouse was undone, I reached around behind myself and unbuttoned the waistband of my skirt. I slid the zipper down and slid the skirt slowly over my hips and let it drop to the floor.

I stepped out of my skirt and peeled off my blouse. I stared at him and said, "You're going to get undressed, aren't you?"

My words got his attention and he mumbled something as he quickly started undressing. I moved to the bed and sat on the edge as he pulled off his shoes, his shirt and his pants. I motioned him over to me. As he approached I smiled up at him and reached out to stroke the front of his boxers.

His cock was pointing straight out as I slid his boxers off and grasped his prick with my hand. I put my hand under his dick and hefted it. It was thick and heavy and I wanted it.

I looked up at him as I guided the head to my mouth. I licked the head and swirled my tongue over the ridge of his cock head. "God, yes," he moaned as I quickly engulfed the head with my mouth. My hand moved down and gently cupped his balls. I squeezed them gently as I took his cock deep into my mouth.

While I was sucking his prick I felt his hands move to my tits. He caressed their fullness and I could feel the heat of his hand through the thin material of my sheer bra. My nipples hardened to his touch and I moaned as he began pinching my hard nipples. 

After a few moments, I felt his hand move down the bra until it found the front clasp of the bra. His fingers expertly unclasped the bra and my breasts sprang from their confinement. His one hand moved to my full breast and I pushed my tit into his warm hand.

He squeezed the fullness of my breast for a few moments, and slowly I pull back and his cock slipped from my mouth. Again I looked up at him as I moved back and lay on the bed. He smiled as he moved to the bed. I spread my legs and slid my hands down over my breasts to my belly to the thin material of the thong covering my tingling cunt. He smiled as he knelt on the bed and moved to a position between my legs. His cock was pointing straight out as he moved to me and bent down to kiss my hard nipples. I tingled with excitement, but neither of us said a word.

He moved closer to me, took his cock in one hand and with his other hand slid the thin material of my thong over, exposing the swollen lips of my vagina. Seconds later I felt the heat of his cock head on my cunt. Expertly he guided his swollen cock head up and down between my moist and tingling cunt lips.




Sharon's First Time Ch. 06



I gasped in pleasure feeling the heat of his prick against me. Seconds later I gasped again as I felt the head of his dick part my eager cunt and glide effortlessly deep into my cunt. As He slowly entered me, I rolled my hips back and lifted my feet off the bed. I was open and exposed as he penetrated me deeply. I had wanted his cock inside of me for days. I was not disappointed by the sensation Mr. Bryant was bringing to the moment.

He pushed himself deep into me until I know I have taken all of his cock. I grasped tightly at his cock with my cunt muscles as he lay on me, deep into my pussy. I felt his hard chest pushing against the fullness of my tits.

I reached up and wrapped my arms around him as he lay still on me, his hot cock buried to his balls deep in my cunt. We lay there for several minutes without moving. He enjoying the tightness of my cunt and I enjoying the fullness I felt with his cock deep in me. I caressed his back and moved my hands down to clutch his ass.

I continued to contract my vaginal muscles around his cock. My excitement built contraction by contraction around his magnificent prick until I sensed my orgasm approaching. He must have sensed I was getting closer and closer because he didn't move a muscle, just lay on be with his cock deep in my cunt being pleasured by the muscles of my pussy.

I clutched at his ass pushing his prick as deep into me as I could, my hips rolled back to allow him maximum penetration. I could feel his breath on my neck as he lay on top of me. I had never experienced a more erotic situation. We were just laying there enjoying each other, but it was one of the most exciting sexual experiences I could remember. I could hear his breathing increase as I continued to massage his prick with my cunt.

I tingled with excitement as I grew ever closer to my climax. As a bolt of electricity coursed through my body as I started to climax, I also felt Mr. Bryant's cock throb violently and then the multiple massive spurts as he started to come deep inside me. We both moaned loudly as simultaneous orgasms convulsed our bodies with pleasure.

He kissed my neck and moaned as he shot jet after massive jet of sperm deep into my cunt. I pushed him deeper into me and attempted to clamp even tighter onto his throbbing cock. He came for what seemed like forever and I could feel his massive load oozing from my cunt, around his pulsating shaft and down along the crack of my ass.

I lay there gasping from breath from my orgasm and felt his cock finally stop twitching. We lay there in each other's arms, not saying a word. I could feel the warmth of his sperm deep inside my belly and along my cunt lips as it slowly oozed from my cunt.

I had never had such an experience with any man. We had just pleasured each other completely, but we really didn't fuck. It was something far beyond the simple act of sex. We had pleasured each other, he by filling my vagina with his penis, and me my caressing his shaft with my vagina. We used all the equipment of sex, his cock, my cunt, but it was less physical and more spiritual that sex. His body possessed me completely.

There was something about Mr. Bryant that I could not explain. He seemed to know me, know what I wanted at any given moment, and how to give it to me so that I was pleasured completely, but he also used my body for his sexual pleasure in return. This was a different kind of man than I had ever experienced in the past.

After a few moments, He lifted his head and smiled down at me before leaning down to kiss me briefly. His cock was still deep inside me, and it was somehow still rock hard. "Did you come," I asked?

"God yes, didn't you feel it," he said.

"Yes, I felt it, and now I'm lying in it," I joked, "but you are still as hard as before."

"I have never experienced sex like that before," he said. "I am so excited I may stay hard for the rest of my life."

"It wasn't a complaint," I said, "but my pussy is too exhausted after my orgasm to keep clutching at it."

"No need," he said, "I'm good right here.

We lay there for several minutes before I finally felt his cock get slightly less hard. He rolled off me and lay on the bed next to me, but I could see that he was still semi-hard.

"How do you do that," I asked?

"Right now I am as amazed as you are," he said.

"So," he said, "How's my kid doing in school?"

"Really," I said? "You are laying there with a semi-boner after giving me a mind shattering orgasm and you want to turn this into a parent-teacher conference?"

"Not the place, I guess," he said. "Ok, then, how about a tour of your place?"

"Maybe in the morning," I said. "Oh, sorry I didn't mean to presume that you might be staying. Are you?"

"Zack is at a friend's until about 2 tomorrow, he can reach me on my cell if he needs me for anything, so I guess I am good," he said. "Shall we go get something to eat, or do you have something here we can whip up?"

"Ok, I was going to lay here and talk, I like that after sex," I said, "but I guess it is time for the tour and to check to see what might be available for a meal or a snack."

"We can always call for take-out," he said as he moved to kiss me. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in bed, talking about our lives and careers. At about 10PM that evening, after shall we say more traditional form of sexual intimacy, I got a text from my boyfriend. I had to tell him that I was planning on staying for the entire night and apologized for sending him over to my place for the night. He understood completely, at the time.

Postscript: I do apologize for cutting this off when I did, but there have been massive changes in my life and I really don't have the effort to continue with the Sharon's First Time postings. Suffice it to say that Mr. Bryant made my life complicated for about a year and a half before we split up.

My photographer/curator boyfriend who later became my husband was very understanding, even though while I was involved with Mr. Bryant he and I had no sex.

I am embarrassed to say that I completely deserted him for Mr. Bryant. I really never got around to telling Mr. Bryant that I was "married," so our relationship progressed, with the need to be discrete because of Zack being in my class, until he tired of me. What is there about me that men get tired of?

Readers of Literotica who have contacted me directly now know that my marriage is abruptly coming to an end and I am at an interesting place with my life and writings. My husband has given most of the images I posed for to his lawyer, and I am also aware of some pressure he has placed on the school district (at least a couple of the top administrators-unnamed here) to force me out of my teaching position. The district in return wants me to settle quickly and retrieve any incriminating evidence with the promise that if I do, I'll be allowed to keep my teaching job.

So, I don't know what is left for me. Soon I will be single again, hopefully with the job I have now and love. 

I have other posts to add, I have recently booked a trip back to the Bahamas for my Christmas holiday break. I sent an e-mail off to Colin yesterday, but haven't heard back from him. We will see how my life changes now that I am about to be single again.