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First Night

By: humminbean



"I'm not a virgin any more."

The silent words kept coming back to me as I lay in the moonlit darkness. Maybe I was trying them on to see how they fit, and wasn't quite sure what to think. I gave Steve's hand a gentle squeeze. He made a small sound and squeezed back without waking.

"I'm not a virgin any more."

Sheets rustled over my other hand as I reached between my legs. My fingertips brushed over the outer lips, feeling where they had been worked almost too hard. I opened my thighs and probed inside. There was rubbed-too-much rawness, but only a little, and a pinprick of stinging that passed in a moment. Wet, of course, and slippery. To tell the truth, I was expecting worse, and hadn't bled more than a pink tinge. I still felt a warm glow behind all that. I hadn't come (I didn't expect that I would, not the first time), but the excitement lingered, of inviting him into me for my first time.

"I'm not a virgin any more." 

My hand slid out of Steve's, and moved over to his penis. I just wanted to feel it again, this column that left my body so recently, taking my virginity with it. So small now! 

I pulled the sheets back, so I could see him in the blue moonlight. Its smallness seemed unfamiliar – all the times I saw boys undressed, even Steve, they had erections. The last time I saw one little like this was when my brother was two or three, running around the house naked after his bath. Steve's penis looked sweet somehow, so small and soft. With the sheet off, cool air started to tighten my nipples. I could see his balls tightening too. I almost giggled when I realized that his balls and my nipples were doing the same thing, for the same reason.

Steve's splayed legs let me reach down and cup his balls in my hand. They felt so warm and vulnerable. It reminded me of holding my friend's pet hamster: small, fragile, and warm almost the same way. I stroked him with my thumb as I cupped him in my hand, and traced the outline of each testicle – another new sensation for me. A sense of quiet intimacy swept over me. I had never felt quite that kind of closeness before, the kind that holding his balls in my hand gave me.

I saw his penis shift as my hand moved. I wanted to feel my little deflowerer again, so I knelt over it and took its softness into my mouth. Steve was still asleep, I'm sure of it, but his penis started to swell. My lips and tongue examined it, feeling each change of size and hardness. Soon, only half of its length fit into my mouth. I held the base of his shaft in one hand, while the other still held the musky warmth of his balls.

A sweet taste opened up, and the head of his penis felt slick and silky to my lips. I knew, if there had been enough light, that I would have seen a clear droplet rising from the slit at the tip. Just then, Steve moaned and stroked my shoulder – the privacy between me and his penis had to be shared now. 

I loved the way he held my head when I kissed his penis. He was always gentle, stroking wisps of hair away from my face or tracing the curve of my ear. Sweet slickness spread across my mouth as I continued to slide along his penis. I felt my own body answering, labia warming and thickening to tell me that I wanted him again. I moved my hand from his balls to that spot between my own legs, enjoying the handful of excitement that I found. An urge to feel full again swept away the soreness – I'd deal with that in the morning. My fingers pressed and entered, and proved to me that I wanted him again.

Giving one more kiss and squeeze, I let go of Steve and reached down beside the bed. I pulled a condom from my purse, then sat up to examine the package in the night's half-light. I could see Steve looking at me now, one arm behind his head and the other hand stroking his penis. The little envelope tore easily. I rolled it down his shaft xarefully, since he did the first one and I'd only practiced on inanimate objects befor.

Steve got up on one elbow, but I pushed him back. "No," I said and straddled his lap. By now, I was trembling with excitement. I leaned over his chest, supporting myself on the bed with one hand. My other hand reached down to the penis between my legs; I lifted my hips and used it to tease open my inner labia. I looked down, but there wasn't much to see in the darkness. After a moment of fumbling, I guided the tip to my body's entrance and pressed a little of the head in.

I sat up straight, still holding it, and lowered my erect body onto his erection. I lifted myself with my legs and lowered onto it again, a fraction deeper this time, then again. When it was far enough in, I took my hand away. I looked into his moonlit face, then, and saw the most wonderful smile. Tension held every part of his body and lifted his head off the pillow. I pushed him back, rose, and settled ever deeper onto his erection. When I thought I couldn't go lower, I tilted my hip, sat back onto him, and felt a flutter high in my stomach as if his penis had gone that far into me.

I couldn't reach his chest while sitting up straight, but held his waist in my hands. The dim light showed his whole torso wound tight. I put one hand to my own breast, and rolled the nub of a nipple between finger and thumb. I blurted out, "Have you ever seen a girl play with herself?"

A confused look hit his face. "But girls can't –"

"But girls can." I sounded a lot braver and more certain than I felt. He lay back with a hand on each of my thighs. I lifted a little, let my free hand move to my clitoris, and sat again. It felt new, playing with my clit and feeling all that fullness behind it. Most of all, it felt shivery new to be seen doing what had only ever been private before. My thoughts whirled, doing what nice girls don't do but what's right in every part of me, being shier and bolder than ever before, all at once. The affection and wonder when Steve looked at me said it was right, and my body loved to be loved.

At first, I just stroked my clitoris, way back from the tip where the feeling would have been too much. Then my hips started moving on their own, lifting off his lap and settling back down until his erection touched something deep inside. I shifted front and back, too, feeling his penis tilting against my inner walls. My other hand cupped my breast even tighter, with my nipple held firmly between two fingers.

In a few minutes, it happened. I stared at Steve with my mouth open in a frozen sigh, my breath locked in my throat. I rubbed my clitoris furiously, fast but not hard, to keep the intensity at its peak. My pelvis slammed down onto him, trapping my fingers between his pubis and mine.

The tremors lasted longer than ever before, with occasional waves of orgasm still rising above the receding tide. Steve had seen me come before, but never like this, never this way. I almost melted as the tension drained away. He sat up then, his penis shifting inside me, and hugged me as closely as our awkward position allowed. His face pressed into my hair where my shoulder and neck came together; he whispered my name over and over.

I leaned away from him for a moment and shifted my legs. They had been kneeling under me, going to sleep, and I unfolded them. Once they were both in front of me, wrapped around him, I settled my hips deeper than ever onto his erection and held him close. I felt filled with a loving glow, my cheek against his chest. I never wanted him to leave my body, as if his penis capped the warmth inside me. I couldn't help it – I cried in happy sobs and hugged him with strength I didn't know I had.

He tilted my chin upwards, so he could see my teary face. He was clearly concerned. His mouth opened as if he were going to say something. I stopped him. "No, I'm OK. I'm just happy. Too happy." He let me tremble against his chest again until my breath came smoothly.

Then I felt his legs rise under me. He was lifting me on his thighs. I moved to get off him but he pressed my hips down with his hands, lowered his thighs, and settled me full depth onto his erection. He looked down into my face with a heavenly smile, then lifted and settled me again. One arm clasped my shoulders close to him, and his other hand moved low on the small of my back. Lift and settle, lift and press down. I worked with him now, pulling my knees up and tilting my hips down to find the strongest, deepest pressure around him – up and down. His eyes never left mine as the pace increased. He pulled me down harder, pressing on my shoulders and hip. 

Then his eyes widened with an intense beauty that I had never seen in him before. He whispered my name again, arched his head back, and pulled me close with all of his strength. His hips bucked under me for a moment, then stopped. Gradually, his embrace softened and his tension eased. Then it occurred to me that the moment had to pass, and I felt a tingle that warned of soreness to come. Holding each other, we tipped clumsily onto our side, then laughed as we started to untangle legs sheened with sex and sweat. He stopped me as we started to uncouple, reached between us, and then pulled out of me. He gave an embarrassed smile. "I thought the condom was coming off," but I could see that he held it so it didn't. Once we were apart, he slid it off. We cleaned up, at least a little; he wrapped the used condom in the wad of our cleanup tissues and threw the handful out. We lay back, happy and exhausted.

"Spoon me." Lying on our sides, I pushed my hips back into his lap and felt his half-hard penis against my bottom. His hand cupped my breast and my hand cupped his, his prickly chin rested against my shoulder, and his breathing came slow and even. I lay awake in the moonlight, with half of a happy tear on the side of my nose. The little soreness I felt earlier was big now, but that was OK.

"I'm not a virgin any more." This time, it felt true.

First Night



The late evening is temperate and breezy as you wait for his arrival. He pulls into the parking lot and finds you leaning up against the side of your car dressed in a loose cotton skirt and a light halter-top, and a pair of black flats. You share a warm greeting as he emerges from his car and moves to hug you tenderly, smelling lightly of amber and patchouli. He's in a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of black cargo pants.

Your lips nearly bush his ear, "You smell nice."

Slowly, he bends to kiss your neck, and he takes your scent in, "Mmm, so do you." Then he gives you another squeeze, "She's waiting for us back home." He opens the door for you, then walks back around, gets in and starts the car again. He turns and looks into your eyes significantly as you buckle up, "Ready for some delicious playtime?" 

You draw a deep breath and smile, "Very..." 

Pulling into traffic, and stopping at a light, he turns to you again, "Good, we are too – we've been thinking how nice this'll be – sharing ourselves with you." He notices your eyes widen as you straighten up and shift a little in your seat, "Everything ok?"

"Butterflies", a shy and mischievous smile curls your lips.

He takes one hand from the wheel and runs his fingers across your cheek, over your ear and down your neck, and the butterflies do acrobatics in your belly as the anticipation builds. "Don't be nervous," he says with a grin as his eyes return to the road and his hand to the wheel, "we won't be doing anything that you're not totally comfortable with ...and we'll do lots of things together that I'm sure you'll be very comfortable with." 

"Mmmm, I can't wait," you admit adventurously as the light changes and he accelerates, "the thought of messing around with the two of you has been rolling around in my mind ever since I got your email – and your picture together seemed so nice and relaxed and warm."

"That's sweet," his hand moves again from wheel, and he grazes his fingertips across your thigh over your skirt. "We really liked yours, too, and you're even sexier in person." 

"You're both cute, too ...and that feels nice." Deciding to be a little naughty and daring, you slowly draw your skirt up to reveal the smooth skin of your thighs as he drives, "but it feels better with nothing in between."

"Ohhh yes, it does," he says eagerly as he takes his hand away to negotiate a turn up into the canyon, and then moves his teasing fingers back to stray over the length of both your thighs, with each pass going further and further down the insides, and closer and closer to your secretly naked cleft.

You turn a little toward him beneath the seatbelt, and you pull your skirt up even further to expose your pantyless blossom to him under the last few passing streetlights, and then you reach across to run your fingernails over his inner thigh and then upward to fondle the swelling beneath the cloth. 

He glances down at your lap and his mouth drops open slightly, "Aww, such a pretty little pussy... I can't wait to taste it... run my tongue very lightly over your sweet folds." He moves to graze his fingertips ever so softly over your tenderness in very slow delicate strokes from bottom to top, "I wanna lick it just like that... slow and soft... would you like that?" You nod a quick and breathless consent and rub his stiff shaft as it strains against its woven confines.

"What a lusciously naughty girl you are, going out to meet us with no panties on."

"And what about you?" a little taunt in your voice as your breathing deepens, "should you be doing what you're doing."

His smile broadens, "Oh, I think I'm permitted to engage in preliminaries - a little light teasing before we begin the main course."

His fingers have inspired the flow of your nectar and he draws his fingertip into the wetness and then up over your little pink button, and then back down to play lightly just underneath it. 

Desire floods through you and you work his flesh gently and firmly in your fingers, trying to make out the contours of the purplish head through his pants, "wanna take that hard cock out and let me suck it while you drive?"

"Whew – oh my... that is one hell of a tempting idea," then he pauses, "but once it gets out, I really don't think it'll want to go back in again for a while... and I think doing that without her here would cross a line that I'd like to respect... Besides," he glances burningly into your eyes, "you've already got my full attention, if you haven't noticed." 

"Oh, I've noticed – I like you at full attention... and drive carefully, I'm slippery when wet," you both giggle, and then gently gasp a little as you work each other ever deeper into a lustful hunger – and a hunger to go ever so much further than you can at the present moment. 

The canyon passes by, far too slowly in spite of your shared eagerness, and then you pass down a length of the 101, while the darkness conceals your growing fervor from other people in other cars. Then an exit and turn, and another turn, and another... finally an opening garage, and solitude as it closes behind you and the seatbelts fall away. 

He draws you in for a deep, slow kiss – his lips pressing gently against your as the tip of his tongue laps and circles yours, wet and soft, and tasting faintly of mint. Then he raises his musk-scented fingers and tastes and smells them and tastes them appreciatively, "Mmmmmhmmm – this is such a delicious appetizer." His other hand slips between your now wide-spreading thighs and his middle finger slides smoothly and deeply into you, and he curls his fingertip upward into that sweetspot, bringing you closer to ravenous abandon, and with his scented and licked fingers, he draws your halter-top up over your puffy nipples and gently takes each one in his mouth before allowing the cloth to fall over them again. Then he whispers in your ear, "Are you ready to eat and be eaten – at the same time?"

"Oh, fuck yes, my pussy is hungry for your mouth and your cock, and my mouth is hungry to taste her pussy."

"Wanna see my cock enter her all wet from your mouth as she licks you and fingers you?"

"Mmmm, yes!"

"Lets go play," he opens the door and leads you through a little yard into the darkened house, then through a short hall and into the bedroom, which is all lit with scented candles. 

She's standing there barefoot by the bed in a loose robe, with her thick, dark hair streaming free down over her shoulder and far past her waist, and a look of quiet anticipation behind her tender smile. "Hi there," she says warmly as she moves to embrace you, "you look nice – even nicer than your picture."

"Thanks, you look good too – good enough to eat."

She bursts suddenly into a giggle and shyly covers her face with her hands for a brief moment, then looks you square in the eyes, "You're fun, I'm going to like you." Then she notices the glow in your cheeks, "Did you two play a little bit before you got here?" 

"A little bit," he answers stepping in to kiss her neck, "just enough to make us hungry for more... you too?"

"Just a little," she smiles cheekily, snaking her arm around your waist and drawing you closer, "I didn't want to have to catch up."

He moves behind you as she allows her robe to fall open and pulls you in tight for a passionate kiss, her tongue playing softly against yours, as her fingers move between your belly and your waistband to discover your primed and puffy nakedness. His warm breath brushes your ear, and he licks the edge lightly and then kisses and nibbles across the back of your neck, as her fingers enter you deeper and your hand wanders downward through her dark, trimmed triangle while your other hand strays behind you to find his now naked cock.

"You're so wet," she says hotly, breaking from your kiss for a moment.

You breathlessly confess in her ear, "I've so been wanting this – wanting to experience both of you." 

"Us, too," he whispers, "it's been some time since we had someone in our bed to share our pleasures." 

Your fingers find her furred cleft hot and slick with yearning, and you work it gently at first, and then more and more deeply as he runs his fingers over your back and then your breasts, and covers your shoulders with soft kisses, while her mouth opens wider for your probing tongue. Then you take a breath to voice your hunger for her, "I want to taste you... Can I taste you?"

"Mmmm, that would be nice," and she moves back on the bed, as he lifts your top over your head, and you follow her and spread her thighs and caress them and kiss them slowly from the insides of her knees to her waiting patch.

Her musk is at once sweetly spicy, like a faint mix of cinnamon and vanilla, and her skin is soft and creamy and smooth over her generous curves. Here pale pink nipples stand out slightly from her ample breasts, and she stretches back and toys with one between the fingers and thumb of one hand. He hikes your skirt up over the curves of your ass and begins stroking your ass cheeks with his fingers, and then he momentarily distracts you a little as he draws that cloth down over your legs and off, leaving you entirely naked between her legs. 

As you slowly begin to devour her, and her breathing quickens and deepens, you notice that there is a rubber sheet beneath the cotton on the bed. His words satisfy your sidetracked curiosity as you hear him open a jar, "I'm going to cover you both in coconut oil." 

He's naked too, now, as he allows a generous portion of the light white oil to melt clear in his hand and drip warmly through his fingers and over your back and your ass. Then he slathers it copiously over your shoulders and over your thighs, his smooth hands spreading the oil and deliciously kneading your soft flesh in the same motion. Sensing her hunger for penetration, you gingerly slip first one and then two fingers up into her slippery tightness and lick her button with short, quick flicks. 

Her body tenses excitedly in response to your new presence within her, and she tosses her head back and to one side and lets out a heavy breath as she begins teasing both her nipples, and he begins to trail warm drops of oil over her. Her hips undulate slightly with your strokes and her cheeks and ears grow pink with her deepening intensity, as he thoroughly slicks her curves down with the sweet, fragrant lubricant. 

"Want something else to suck on?" he beckons teasingly as he kneels on the mattress near you, his prick full and rigid. 

"Mmm, yes," and you slide up over her hot slippery flesh, pressing your breasts and your belly against hers, and she opens her mouth eagerly to accept your musky lips and tongue, "Want to taste my pussy, Hon?"

"Yes," she declares, her cherubic face aglow in the candlelight. He guides you to lay on your back with your head at the edge of the bed, as you open your thighs for her. As you take his stiffness in your hand, and then into your mouth, you feel her long hair trailing against your thighs – she's sensually dangling it over you to heighten your senses down there before bending to dine on your sweet loins. 

Her hands gently part your folds and her warm wet tongue laps your inner heat for the first time as your tongue runs circles around his glossy head, and you start to lick and suck it like a popsicle. She teases your opening with the tip of her tongue and then licks and suckles on your aching nub, before plunging deep and drawing the flat of her tongue out slowly and heavily over your clit. The scent of amber is stronger now off his impassioned body, and it blends with her musk on your lips as he slides deeper into your mouth. 

He twines his fingers into your hair, and then firmly seizes your head and fucks your mouth rhythmically. Gradually her licking grows more and more feverish, as she begins to utterly devour your succulent blossom. Eagerly accepting his thrusts to the back of your throat, you arch your pussy into her delving mouth as the sexual tension swells within you. Part of you wants so badly to cum right now, but the sensation of that hunger is so delicious, that you work to hold off just a little. He draws out of you, seemingly with the same sentiment for his own part, and he holds his cock just within reach of your tongue as you flick it against the underside of his length right behind the head. 

"Fuck yeah," he utters almost involuntarily, dreamily gazing down on his lady's ample form prostrate between your raised thighs, and admiring your ardent gulping of his veined flesh. "You've got my cock so nice and wet, wanna watch me slip inside her?"

"Yeah, mmm, yeah," you urge him on, "Slide that hard cock up in her. Then can I cum in your mouth while he fucks you, honey – you're licking me so nice I wanna cum soon. Wanna lick me till I cum while he fucks you? I wanna cum over and over tonight, but I wanna cum on your tongue first."

"Yes – I want some cock in my pussy while I'm licking you," and she moves to the edge of the bed and arches her back, presenting her puffed little slit to his swollen prickshaft, and you move to watch awhile as he teases her folds and her button with the head still glistening from your hot mouth. Then, very slowly, he enters her, and she lets out a breath of sweet pleasure as his length finally buries itself hilt-deep in her belly. You drink in the sight of her heated pussy wantonly accepting his firmly thrusting cock, and you lean forward to run your tongue across her ass cheeks as you reach around to tease her clit for a moment before she guides you to lay back beneath her lustful mouth.

"Mmmm, yeah, spread for me, hot girl," she looks naughtily into your eyes before they close with his deepening thrusts, and her mouth presses against your mons as she tongues your fiery folds. Her appreciative moans vibrate against your cleft as she deftly slips her finger inside your depths and works gently on your sweetspot as she suckles your little pink nub. 

You pull a pillow beneath your head to watch him grip her slick waist as the fierceness of his plunging increases, "Yeah, fuck that pussy, baby – she's licking me so good – you know what your doing, girl? Your gonna make me cum if you keep that up." She's fully working your body now, and you feel your tits up shamelessly in front of him as he slamfucks her, and she slips a second finger inside your fervent tunnel. Now you're at the edge, that scrumptious electric wave building in your belly and flowing up your spine and through your chest. You feel your body seizing up into a rigid mindlessness, and you voice your lust in a frenzied panting cry as the wave breaks over you and you buck wildly against her mouth and her fingers. Her moans swell into a deep womanly groan as the muscles deep in her belly convulse and her pussy clenches against his flexing cock as he growls fiercely like a rabid beast and spills his hot seed deep within her. You shake and shiver in ecstasy as her hot breath flows over your cleft as she fingers and tongues you into another wave as he slips out of her and slides in his thumb to work her tender flesh as he rubs her clit with his fingers and drives her over the edge again. 

Then the waves pass leaving the all three in the sated oblivion of afterglow as they both collapse around you, their arms over you and over each other as breath and mind slowly return.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." she wordlessly expresses her contentment.

You smile, eyes closed in dreaminess, "Couldn't have said it better myself..."

He chuckles a bit, picking up on an earlier theme, "And that was just the first course." 



First Night



The sexual tension between us had been building for nearly two weeks, ever since we met online. We had emailed for hours, talked on the phone until the wee hours, and sent flirty little text messages daily. It was finally time to get together and I was wondering how long we could be in the same room without tearing each others clothes off. Since we were meeting in a restaurant I was hoping we were going to be able to control ourselves. Kind of.

You looked amazing. Your outfit highlighted your amazing curves. We both knew we wanted each other so I did not pretend to be coy, I let my eyes travel slowly over your body soon after we were finally face to face. Your smile was radiant, your hair beautiful. Your eyes sparkled and you smelled heavenly. My eyes followed the curve of your neck to your chest and gazed into the deep cleavage in your blouse. I saw you flush and smiled at you. Your nipples hardened and nearly pierced your top. I recalled how you said you could almost cum when they were sucked on and I licked my lips in anticipation.

We were seated at a booth with a round table so I was able to scoot in close to you. We laughed and chatted while we ate. The food was great, as was the full bodied wine. I liked how you touched me frequently while we talked. Our legs pressed together under the table. You had slipped one shoe off and were casually running your bare foot up and down my leg. I let me hand fall to your thigh, your stocking clad legs felt wonderfully smooth through your skirt. My eyes kept falling to your luscious cleavage. Your D cup breasts were full and I desperately wanted to lean down and suck on one of your erect nipples through your blouse. My cock was growing hard and we weren't even done with our main course.

After dinner we strolled through town, enjoying the summer evening, but we both had something more serious on our minds than fresh air. I guided you toward my hotel with a firm hand on your lower back, occasionally sliding my hand down to feel your curvy ass. Damn I wanted you.

Finally we made it to the hotel. While I was trying to get the key card in the slot you slipped in front of me and melted against me, laying a long, hot kiss on my lips. Our tongues danced and you rubbed your large breasts back and forth against my chest. You laughed into my mouth as I struggled to get the key in the door. When I finally got the door open I picked you up, never breaking the kiss, and carried you to the king size bed.

The build up had left me in a terrible state of need. I'm often a slow, gentle lover, but tonight I was overcome with desire. I threw you on the bed and watched your large breasts bounce as you landed. You hair was in your face and your skirt rose up way nearly to your hips. I grabbed your knees with firm hands and shoved them apart, opening your legs and displaying your nylon covered loins. I ran my hands up and down your inner thighs, forcing your legs further apart, feasting my eyes on you. Your eyes were full of desire, gazing up at me, knowing that I was in control, that I was going to take you and there was nothing you could do about it. I saw you glance down at the huge bulge in my slacks. The lust on your face was intoxicating.

I reached down and pulled your blouse over your head. You wore a lacy pink bra which partially obscured your hard nipples. I reached down and grabbed your tits with strong, determined hands and heard you moan. I kneaded your tits hard, you groaned as I pinched your nipples, then gasped as one hand reached down and cupped your hot mound. You mashed against my hand, raising your ass off the bed, staring straight into my eyes. You looked like such a hot slut I wanted to fuck you then and there, but I held off.

I yanked your bra straps off your shoulders and pulled the lacy cups roughly across your nipples making them pop out hard and red into the cold air. Your tits looked so hot I felt my cock grow harder in my pants, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric. I stood up and slowly unbuttoned my shirt as I stared at you. No words were exchanged but our eyes were locked together until I was bare chested, the your eyes drifted down my flat stomach.

I unclasped my belt and pulled it off, I set it on the bed realizing it might soon come in handy. Your eyes watched as I opened my pants then let them fall to the floor. You gasped when you saw my hard eight inch cock pressed out against the fabric of my underwear. A wet spot graced the top of the bulge. I pulled my waistband down below my balls and your eyes found my thick cock head glazed in slick precum. You licked your lips, eager to taste my flow. I pushed my shorts to my knees and you watched my cock wave in the air, the precum drooling from the tip.

I pulled you up so you were sitting on the edge of the bed. I stopped you when you reached for my cock, I made you hold your hands at your sides. I stepped closer to the bed and began to bring my aching hard member closer and closer to your face. You were staring at it as if in a trance as it hovered in front of you. My shaft was long and thick, smoothly shaven, as were my full balls. You could smell my musk. I reached down and pinched your nipples. You groaned, never looking away from the raging cock that was inches from your face.

I shifted my hips, moving my cock side to side, then leaned forward, slapping your cheek with the cum covered head. Your mouth opened, eager to suck me in, but I pulled back.

"No, not yet," I said. You closed your mouth and gazed at it as I pushed it back against your face. You leaned in and I pressed forward again, rubbing my slick cock back and forth over your face. More precum oozed from the tip. You closed your eyes, feeling my raging cock smear across your beautiful lust filled face. I pulled back and you opened your eyes.

"Open your mouth," I said. You eagerly obeyed. I took hold of my cock and rubbed the slick tip against your lower lip. Your breathing was heavy, your eyes met mine through your messy hair.

"Stick out your tongue," I instructed. You stuck out your full tongue and I rubbed my aching cock head up and down against it. I groaned, it felt so good. Saliva formed on your tongue, lubricating my head. I rubbed myself around your full lips coating your mouth and my cock with your wet spit.

I grabbed the sides of your head and began to feed my cock into your mouth. You closed your lips around my shaft and closed your eyes as I slowly fucked my cock into your beautiful face. I pressed in three, four inches, then pulled out slowly. You sucked hard as my cock slipped from your lips. I groaned then leaned in, pushing my cock back into your mouth. You could feel how incredibly hard I was. The skin was smooth and soft and warm but the shaft was as hard as iron. 

I pressed in deeper, pushing against the back of your throat. You felt an initial gag, but the head eased on further still, filling your throat. I pressed further, pushing deeper down your throat, holding your head firmly, then pulled out.

Your saliva coated my cock with thick strings, as I pulled out you spit on it. That turned me on and I pushed it back into your mouth. This time you felt your throat open easier and my cock went further into your throat. You felt more and more of my huge cock enter your mouth, you moaned, vibrating my cock in wet heat, I pushed further and fucked in and out of your throat before backing out of your mouth with a slick pop. You gasped for breath, we both stared at my pulsating cock, inches from your face, still connected to your lips by sticky strings of drool which then fell down, coating your heaving breasts. I plunged back in, fucking deeply down your throat, feeling you moan. My ball sack tightened up and I quickly pulled out before my cum erupted down your throat. I wasn't ready yet. More thick drool covered your tits. I rubbed my wet cock against your face then slipped it back over your full lips.

Your throat was now completely opened up and I was able to fuck my cock in and out in long strokes. You continued to spit on my cock, coating me and your breasts with your sticky juices. I reached down and massaged your wet breasts, squeezing and pinching your aching nipples. You dropped a hand to your crotch, pressing hard against your clit.

"Touch yourself," I told you and you slipped your hand in your pantyhose and began masturbating furiously while you sucked my long, hard cock. I began pumping my cock in and out of your mouth. You reached up and rubbed my smooth balls which were now glistening. I put one foot on the bed to give you more access to my balls and listened to you moan as you rubbed your pussy.

"Oh fuck," I said as I felt my orgasm start. "Oh my god that's beautiful, keep sucking me just like that baby." Your hand slid up and began rubbing the shaft while you sucked the head. My balls began to tighten up, you rubbed your pussy faster and moaned onto my wet cock. It felt like my cock was getting even harder, even larger, as it fucked in and out of your mouth. 

Your moans hit a peak and I knew you were about to cum too, I held off, trying to wait for you, your orgasm started, you screamed against my cock which was sliding in and out of your throat until finally, I could wait no longer and my cock exploded in your mouth. My hot cum blasted out my balls and spurted deep into your throat. 

Your body convulsed in your own incredible orgasm. You couldn't swallow all of my cum and it drizzled out around my cock, sliding down your wet chin and landing on your heaving tits. You finally pulled my cock out of your mouth and gasped for air, you moaned as you came, staring at my cum covered cock mere inches from your mouth. Your face was covered in spit, cum, and hair. You had the most incredibly sexy look on your face as waves of orgasm began to subside. You finally fell back on the bed, staring up at me and my dripping, quivering cock.



I stared down at you. My eyes lingered on your face, then drifted to your heaving, glistening breasts, then lower, to your pantyhose covered crotch. I could see your sopping wet panties through your nylons. You juices were smeared around your upper thighs, your smell was intoxicating. My head lowered involuntarily, following your scent.....

To be continued. 



First Night



I write what I know, some of the events of this story are true and others are fantasy, I'll let you decide which is which. One night/weekend recently I moved into a new apartment with my girlfriend of just over a year; this is the night/weekend I'm writing about.





First Night



Still wet, I slid into her pussy pretty easily, after a few strokes I was all the way in and she was comfortable. She watched me as I slowly started fucking her again. Grabbing her hips I slid her back and forth on my hard cock. I saw her little ass looking back at me.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and massaged them as I fucked her. I could feel her watching me but I couldn't take my eyes off that beautiful ass. I started rubbing a finger in between her ass cheeks as I fucked her and she jumped.

"What are you doing? That tickles!"

"It's supposed to. Do you want me to stop?"

"No...keep doing it...it makes me tingle."

Who was I to stop then? I continued to rub a finger up and down her ass while I fucked her doggie style. My pace quickened, seeing her ass right there and fucking her I was going to come soon. I brought my thumb to my mouth and licked it.

"What are you going to do with that?"

My reply was simply to put my thumb on her asshole and start rubbing it very quickly. It didn't tickle her anymore. Her asshole started clenching and unclenching, so did her pussy around my cock. She flipped her head and her hair flew around in the air.

I love that.

"I'm getting real close," as my fucking quickened and my thumb kept pace.

She laid her head down on the arm of the couch and reached a hand down to her own clit and she said, "Go for it."

I grabbed her hard with one hand and resumed fucking her like a madman. With the other hand I kept massaging her asshole. Getting really turned on I inserted the tip of my thumb into her ass and it puckered around it, spasming the whole time. She let out a moan. I could feel her hand on her clit quicken as sometimes her hand would touch my balls as she worked her own clit. We were keeping time with each other – thumb in asshole, cock in pussy and hand on clit all working together. Faster and harder I fucked her, I had my whole thumb inside her ass now and she was bucking back against me.

"Tell me before you come!" she said.

Balls slapping up against her pussy she used her other hand to massage and tickle them.

"Keep doing that, I'm going to come."

My balls started to tingle, she tensed and moaned. Breathing faster and louder she came. "AAAAAHHHHH!" She didn't have time to enjoy her orgasm, my balls tightened.

"I'm going to come!"

She pushed me back and scooted underneath me in one smooth motion. "Jack off into my mouth"

Then she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, massaged my balls with her hand, propping herself up with the other. I grabbed my cock and started pumping it.

"UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNHHHHH!"

Pump after pump I dumped my come into her mouth, she greedily gulped it down. Spent, I fell back into the couch leaning against the arm, eyes closed.

After a few minutes, I opened my eyes, she was propped up against the other arm and I said, "Wow."

"Yeah."

"That was a lot of fucking fun!"

"Yes it was. I'm ready for a shower," as we were both shimmering in sweat.

"Me too."





First Night







First Night



Sacramento, 1983

It began innocent enough. I met my long-time friend Greg, who lived in my townhouse complex, at the clubhouse Jacuzzi. He had with him a woman about my age. She was not gorgeous in the face but had a killer body restrained by a tiny bikini under a tight t-shirt. We sat in the bubbling water, socializing for 20 minutes or so, sipping on Greg's wine when he announced that they were going to a country bar in Roseville and asked if I wanted to come along. I had nothing going, so I said yes.

Greg and I had never had sex before. He was a friend in a committed relationship. This day though, she was on travel. My boyfriend had decided that night to go out with the boys. 

Greg is Caucasian, dark hair graying a bit but a good body. His face had seen rough times in adolescence. He kind of reminded me of Sam Shepard, the movie star. His friend was Bonnie. She is also white and petit (except her boobs). For our trip to the bar she put on a long sleeve, white blouse with thin vertical lines of a floral pattern running the length. The tails of the shirt were left out and the pearl buttons were unbuttoned down past her breasts and she had no bra. I suspect she is flying commando under the tight Jordache which flared over cowboy boots. 

Bonnie and I are about equal in height. I'm Eurasian. I have big curly black hair and an island-girl complexion. I put on a turquoise tank top but equally tight jeans and 4-inch pumps. I also had no bra. I jiggled just like a Charlie's Angel. This was a fading nightclub fashion at the time. 

We met up at Greg's townhouse and had a few tokes from Greg's stash, then jumped into his mini-truck and headed out to the bar about 20 miles away. We were tame on the way out, just continuing our Jacuzzi chit chat. Once at the bar though, things changed.

Every chance Bonnie got she hit the dance floor. She danced with Greg. She danced with me. She danced every line dance and with a few other fellas while she was at it. 

Her blouse was open enough, shear enough and her nipples dark enough to draw the attention of all the urban cowboys and the ire of all the cowgirls in the place.

When she danced with Greg she was stunning well past her initial lack of beauty. On the dance floor she had an eroticism that was intriguing and terrifying. She ran her hands up inside his thighs, then down his butt and she pressed herself hard against his body. Her butt passed slow and prurient from side to side like a pendulum, up on both sides and low as she passed the middle. My turn with her on the dance floor was little different than with Greg. She pressed her breasts against mine and then alternately grabbed my butt and let it go as if she had a penis and we were screwing. Again this quasi-lesbian dance did not escape the notice of the others dancing nearby. At the end of our little twosome, as we walked off the floor, she gave me a spank! Hard! After that moment my panties wouldn't be dry the rest of the night.

When we three danced, we sort of huddled together in a circle shoulder-to-shoulder in a darker corner of the dance floor. The other dancers didn't appear to be watching our little klatch this time. Bonnie rubbed on Greg's crotch with a back hand through his pants, all the while grinning at me. Greg was not looking at all comfortable with this but didn't object. Bonnie moved to Greg's front and danced close. I moved to his back and held on to his waist. This was not really country dancing as I knew it. Bonnie pulled my hand down on Greg where her's had been. What I held could not be seen by the other dancers. At least I didn't think so. I could feel Greg had a raging downward facing hard-on. It was an exhilarating feeling for me. It is probably like the feeling men get when feeling boobs. I pleasured in the few strokes I gave it and moved my hand back to his waist. He probably wasn't any more comfortable with me than with Bonnie.

I don't know if other women enjoy the feel of a cock in their hand as much as I do. I especially love the sensation of a developing erection and the tender hardness. As much as is practical I take advantage of my mate's member. I'm not always trying to seduce him, but just to tease his penis and cause an erection. It delights me, and I think...him.

Not much later we three were sitting at our table sipping Long Islands. Bonnie's blouse was all but completely open. She ruffled Greg a bit when she said aloud that she wanted to grab a stranger, go to the men's room and give him a blowjob. Greg worried things just might get out of hand with that attitude and thought it prudent to leave. So we hopped back into Greg's truck, three across, on his bench seat. Greg drove, Bonnie in the middle.

Bonnie was by no means finished. As we drove back to Sacramento, she again stroked his cock through his pants with total disregard for our safety and my presence. She looked at me and smiled as she rubbed. She made it look like a real work out. Her blouse now open, I, quite unconstrained, reach over under her shirt and fondled her far breast. I was astonished at my own actions. This was the first time I'd felt up a girl. It was exquisite. I had a fantasy of this since my middle school days when I saw my brother's Penthouse of two women playing in a hot tub. I just squeezed and lifted the breast then lightly pinched the nipple. I did this a number of times just trying to absorb the touch and commit it to my memory.

Bonnie threw her head back and stroked Greg harder and slower. I was staring at my hand on her boob as passing street lights illuminated the truck cab. I wanted to hold on to this moment...and to her tits for long while. But my focus was broken as she let go of Greg and reached across me to my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, a long kiss, with tongues deep and playful. Her hand dropped to my breast and squeezed. Then she lifted my tank top over my boobs. She ran her hand lightly over my nipple and then cupped the breast and went in to suckle. All the firsts were falling quickly, too quickly for me to take stock and record the details for replay. How it was that Greg kept that car straight on the road I don't know, because he was watching us. She stayed for now on my breasts. I put my hand on the back of her head, pulled her into me and watched. That is I watched and felt. The sensation of her lips on my nipples seemed to have a direct line to my genitals. If I squeezed my thighs together I could have come. 

She disengaged and now turned back to Greg. I felt ravished and loved it. I was now all in and way over the line. 

She got on her knees in the middle of the seat and unstrapped his pants belt, unbuttoned, then unzipped them. She wrenched out his stiff cock and mounted on it aggressively with her mouth. Her head bobbed and her hand twisted. All the while Greg piloted the little truck true and sure down the freeway. 

I lowered my top back into more modest position. Bonnie's behind was bumping my shoulder as she worked Greg's cock so I swiveled my back to the door giving myself room to move. 

Her knees had not much room to spread but it was enough for me to run my fingers along her hidden cleft and pressed as hard as I could where I thought her clitoris would be. I apparently hit the mark because she gasped with Greg's penis still in her mouth. I kneeled down on the truck floor and ran my hand on to her dangling breasts. I kept my other hand on her clit all the while. I aligned my hand and forearm just below either nipple. As the truck shimmied, the points jiggled across and back getting tickled by my skin barely touching hers. I tilted my head under her and sucked on her like drinking from an outdoor faucet.

At that moment we exited the freeway where we had only a block to go to home. Everyone righted themselves, we secured our clothing, and giggled as we approached the garage. Greg's clothing would have to wait until we parked. 

Bonnie and I left the parking garage holding hands. As we walked we made fun of Greg's predicament (managing us two and all). At his townhouse we sat on the living room floor and passed around a joint. At about the 3rd round Greg maneuvered behind Bonnie and started playing with her breasts. He had one hand on the outside one hand on the inside across her chest. Surprisingly, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back on his shoulder and started moaning. I wasn't quite sure it was real. 

I stood up and remove my tank top. I was completely uninhibited, maybe for the first time in my life. I started to undo my pants when Greg stood up and marched over to me and started to feel me up. Greg and I were now more than just friends I guess. He smelled great and handled me with very masculine hands. One hand went to my bottom one squeezed my boob. My hands went on his rock hard butt. I don't know if he was just flexing or just in great shape but it was grade-A rump. 

He looked down to me and was about to kiss me when Bonnie stood up, shoved him away and she completed undoing my pants. Though they were tight, she managed to pry the pants over my hips and leaving my panties on. My jeans now were at my ankles. I bent to remove my pumps and then my pants. As I put my heels back on, Bonnie pulled the pearl buttons apart on her blouse and let it fall to the floor. I undid her pants and pushed them down. I was right: commando. Her boots and socks, long ago jettisoned, allowed her to step out of the pants and stand there brash and naked. Greg moved to the couch so as not to break the spell. He just watched for now.

My nipples are dark brown and oval, maybe 3cm along the major axis. My breasts are very spherical in appearance. Bonnie first just stared at them, then approached me, seized one breast, put her lips on mine and slid her hand under my wet panties and cupped my vulva. I lifted one of her breasts. It spread over my palm and beyond. Her areola was bigger and perfectly round, maybe 5 centimeters in diameter but the nipple was a tiny fraction of the whole ensemble, whereas my nipple takes up a 1/3 of the area. Odd how random and how beautiful is nature. 

There was a chair behind me with an ottoman. Bonnie kicked the ottoman out of the way and pushed me into the chair. She followed and landed on me. She first worked my tits, and then moved her hand, led by her fingers to my pussy. In those days I kept my hair trim but did not shave it bare. It was the same for Bonnie. Mine was in the shape of a simple upside down triangle. Bonnie's looked like a goatee. She shook her fingers vigorously on my clitoris while still sucking my breast. I stopped thinking a moment to just feel what was happening. A woman was on me. It was luxurious. It was plush and smooth and spontaneous and sybaritic. I reached to her pussy and started circling her clit. She started moaning almost immediately. I myself was quickly heading to a climax with her stimulation when she said to me, "Don't come yet, baby." What? Why not?! As if I could stop it! Then Bonnie burst and within about two minutes of her laying on me we came. My orgasm crossed my hips and drove deep into my genitals below my clit. The remnants I could feel in my nipples as Bonnie rubbed one with the lower lip of her opened mouth. The neighbors were awoken, I have no doubt. 

Bonnie stopped her manipulation before our orgasms had subsided. She climbed up on the chair, her knees and toes on the armrests and presented her pussy to my face. As my orgasm faded, I lifted my hands around her thighs, grabbed her ass and pressed her punani to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and reach for her clitoris, and then pressed on it, sliding side-to-side, up & down. I alternately pushed and let go of her buns. She started to sway in and out on her own as she held my ears for balance. Then there was a new presence I couldn't see. My panties became removed. Another vigorous hand massaged my clit and fingered my vagina. Greg was no longer just watching. He took out his fingers and bent down to eat me. His tongue was skilled & delightful. He sloshed around the vicinity pushing me back up the mountain.

I would have easily come again but Bonnie broke the reverie by doing so first. Another milestone had passed. I had made a woman come! Twice! And she did so loud and violent. She sat back, bumping Greg off me and she onto her heels twitching as her ecstasy continued without anyone touching her. 

In a moment she was calm, eyes closed but breathing heavily. She crawled off the chair, stood, turned and faced a still-dressed Greg.

I, now naked and spent was to watch. She undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped him for a second time that evening. His pants fell to the floor around his socks. Greg took off his shirt. As Bonnie pulled his briefs over his cock, average in size and circumcised, it snapped to the 10 o'clock position. Bonnie dropped to her knees again and folded her hand around his cylinder. She licked his cock like a penis shaped Popsicle. She pushed her mouth over Greg's little head and down the stem almost contacting his body. She pulled out and pushed back rhythmically, sliding from bow to stern. I watched and played with myself. 

After several minutes she stopped the fellatio but held on to Greg while she tapped my knee and pulled on it in a "come hither" fashion. I skidded off the chair and down on my knees next to Bonnie. She pointed Greg's member pretty much between my eyes. I had to rise up a bit, but as she held his shaft I stuck out my tongue and ran the tip along his frenulum. I touched my upper lip to the top of his little head. I did not close my mouth yet. I replaced Bonnie's hand with mine around his penis and glided it from side-to-side across my tongue and lip. 

Her hands now free, she put a finger on my clitoris and curled down and up into my vagina. A second finger joined in. That caused me to close my mouth around Greg. Back and forth like a slow woodpecker my head moved, my lips gliding along his pole.

What a sight as I remember now. We two women on our knees, she fondling my pussy, and I, giving head to this friend who now had benefits. Once again I stopped thinking to make way for the feelings. I thought not of my motions, not my objective but of the context and sensations. I wanted it to last. I wanted to contemplate it.

Bonnie took the penis back from me. I sat back on my pumps and ran my hand up Greg's thigh around to his bottom. My other hand went up to his belly which was flat but not quite a six-pack. I raised my body and boobs against his leg while Bonnie's head was frantic with movement. Greg started to shiver and twitch. I gauged my attack. Just as Greg reached the cliff, I pressed my finger on his anus. Greg issued forth into Bonnie, too much for her to swallow all at once. Some of the pudding escaped her mouth and down her chin then onto the carpet. Greg let out a grunt louder than any I've heard. He swayed, buckled, sat and fell back. Bonnie never detached and kept tugging out the last of it. Her head down and her butt up, I reached over and sank two digits into her sodden burrow. She pulled up from Greg's cock to gulp a big breath. She held motionless a moment to enjoy my fingers. I obliged and wiggled my fingers inside her, looking for the mythical g-spot. She then collapsed to one side of Greg. I snuggled in on the other. All of us with labored breath relaxed and let the passion abate.

We lay there, Bonnie on the right, me left. My head was tucked into Greg's shoulder, my thigh over his. Bonnie looked asleep while I caressed Greg's tummy. His cock was still hard and aimed at 12 o'clock. I dragged my fingernails lightly from scrotum to head. That startled his penis and it jumped ceiling-ward. So I kept tickling just below the head until Greg grabbed my hand and his cock together and begged me to stop. I giggled fiendishly. Greg and I kissed a quick sequence of five or six kisses. No tongues. Oddly enough it was this that made me feel a bit guilty about our party away from our significant others. But it was just sex, for pleasure only. It would not pull me away from my love. The kiss though, was almost too intimate. Bonnie's kisses didn't cause the same worry. Anyway, I think at this point I had had enough fingers in my pussy this night. I was now ready for a cock. 

Bonnie awoke, lifted herself up and headed to the bathroom. She had an exquisite body. Her breasts were medium to large but sturdy with youth but still they bounced. From the side they looked almost triangular though underneath had a curve that formed a crease a couple of centimeters along the chest. The hypotenuse of her décolletage curved slightly concave just before the nipple, pointing them up when she sat with her back straight. When her boobs faced you they looked U-shaped with no real curve beyond her rib cage. She wore a very tiny bikini judging from the tan lines (which surprised me that she had any) and different from the one I saw in the Jacuzzi. The tan cut across her somewhat raised perfectly round areola in a line northeast and northwest respectively. Basically, part of her nipples showed when at the beach. She was daring and a tease. She was pretty much my opposite, when in public. As she walked away from us I stared at her bottom. It was curved round from the side, but flat on the sides until past her pelvis when the course sharply angled in to her narrow waist.

"What do you think of her?" I asked. 

"Well, wow. She's a wild child." Greg answered. "But then again what got into you?" 

"Me?! Look who's talking. Do you feel guilty?" I asked.

"With you? No. With her? Probably."

"You gonna tell Virginia?"

"Hell no! You won't tell her, will you?"

I gave him a look that said, "dumb question."

"You gonna tell Tom?" Greg came back.

"Yeah...the parts with Bonnie, anyway. He'll love it. I'll skip the parts with you for a while. By the way, I'm not done."

I straddled over Greg's pelvis. I planted my pussy right on his continuous hard-on. His shaft split my slick labia like hotdog on a bun but wrong side up. Though I was already wet enough, a fresh slippery essence flowed from me as I dragged my clitoris along his cock from bottom to top and back. 

My hands were planted squarely on his pecs. My arms, as such, pressed my boobs together like small balloons in a vice. This made my breasts stick out beyond my arms. They were capped horizontally by the elliptical pyramids that were my nipples.

I cranked my pelvis forward and back keeping my torso still. Greg just stared at my boobs. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and turned my head focusing on the sensation. Greg tensed his body and pushed up his pelvis to put max pressure on my erogenous zone.

I knew I should wait for him to put on a condom but it was becoming irresistible. I could easily slide forward along his penis to the end and just suck that hard-on in me. Luckily Bonnie reemerged.

In a snarky tone she said, "Sorry to interrupt!" 

Greg suggested we go to the bedroom. I look at Bonnie and she gazed back with a devious smile. I finally took off my pumps, reunited with Bonnie's hand in mine and strode naked and imperious to the bedroom. We exaggerated our hips as we walked. We turned to see Greg watch us go. He stepped out of his trousers and socks and headed for the kitchen to bring provisions. 

We females threw off the covers and top sheet of the California King. I faced Bonnie standing at the end of the bed. We embraced tightly and kissed hard. I grabbed her cheeks (butt) and pressed her into me. She tiptoed and we fell onto the bed without stopping the kiss. She, on top of me. I parted my legs. Bonnie's dropped between. We shimmied up the bed until we were all on. I raised my knees as she started to grind me with her pussy. She slithered down to my pussy and again I was somebody's meal. This woman was licking, twirling around the whole of my vulva with an occasional penetration with her tongue. I lifted my feet off the bed and crossed her back with my legs and squeezed her. It had to be the last of the firsts that night: a woman was going down on me.




First Night



Greg entered and put the refreshments on the end table, opened a drawer pulled out two condoms and wrapped his penis with one. With the other condom his plan became obvious. He stood by the bed and watched us a moment. Like me I think he wanted to imprint the whole of the evening into his memory. It would come in useful on lonely nights. He and I both watched as Bonnie, with vim and vitality, stroked me with her tongue. I didn't feel I was going to come but I was enjoying that mid-space between touch and orgasm. It was like a great massage tinged with a sexual sensation that is hard to describe. Unfortunately, we had to move on. Bonnie and I uncoupled. We matched our positions turned onto our sides facing each other and locked lips. Greg moved in and spooned with me, his cock on my crack and his hands now holding both of my tits. Bonnie's tits completed the hand sandwich. 

Greg pulled my shoulder and laid me on my back. Bonnie sucked on the nearest of my breasts while Greg kneeled between my legs. He press down his cock and aimed for my opening. I seized it as he closed in. It needed no more teasing and was as hard as a lead pipe. I directed his cock to my harbor. He slowly pushed and easily slid in head deep. He stopped and pulled out! I looked at him scornfully. He pushed back in...only head deep and back out. The tension deep in me was excruciating and thrilling. Several more times he repeated the movement, then without indication, plunged deep. I gushed in my pussy and my voice. Deep in me Greg pushed hard and moved in a circular motion. Bonnie licked and sucked breast left and held and pinched breast right. 

I was seconds away from my fastest orgasm ever. My Kegel muscles tightened around Greg's invader. Like the fireworks, the champagne bottle, the atomic chain-reaction, my genitals burst an unbearable cascade of rolling orgasms, a two-, three-, four-fer multiple. My scream sang to heavens. I raised my hands to the headboard. I was paralyzed as if Greg's dart was dipped in Curare. 

Greg pulled, and I squeezed, out his cock from my channel. He didn't come. His previous orgasm had made him a bit less sensitive, I guess. 

I was still writhing and whimpering as Bonnie raised her leg around Greg and again lay on me. Greg, ever the gentleman, quickly snapped condom one off and put two on. Bonnie gathered both my breasts and again her legs descended between mine. She lifted her butt. Greg inserted himself, this time in Bonnie's pussy, teasing her as he had me. Her butt dropped and Greg with it. Now Bonnie was the sandwich and we were the bread. Her pubic bone yanked on my clitoris. Greg began his deep rhythm and she began to softly bark with each stroke. I couldn't help but answer each bark with my own. It was a seesaw of moans, back and forth getting louder and louder. Bonnie's bark blended into a continuous moan, rippled with exclamations reflecting Greg's pounding. 

Greg combusted and letting out a phenomenal roar. I yanked Bonnie's hair and she immediately followed suit and screamed, stabbed by the pleasure released in her. Not to be outdone, I came. The orgasm shallow and light induced though, by the scene and her body rubbing on me. Everybody stiffened and let the flames fade away and collapsed. I was wrong. I think that was four orgasms for the night. Another milestone.

The bodies rolled off me and spread out over the bed. Greg extinguished the light. We slept. I awoke as the early morning entered its darkest moment, found my clothes and stole away to my nearby townhouse to review the adventure.

I realize that sensual pleasure like this can be dangerous physically and spiritually. Physically, I could trust Greg to take steps to protect me, but I wasn't so sure about Bonnie. I think though, as I reminisced, we took the necessary precautions. 

Spiritually, though the pleasure of the flesh is a very big distraction from the path to fulfillment. Though, it is through the pursuit of physical pleasure combined with proper mindfulness, that a glimpse of the profound peace can be felt. It is in the ecstasy of the orgasm that we extinguish the fire of desire and accomplish, if only for a moment, stillness and freedom from suffering. As I age my pursuit of sensuality will fade, but the passion and pursuit of the true nature of things will strengthen. For now, I want more from the flesh.

I would have liked to repeat this event with my boyfriend (now husband) but the moment was so organic and so spontaneous there was little hope the planets would align this way again. I called Bonnie the next week to see if we could have another date but she declined. I got the feeling the activities that night were too lesbian and not enough bi for her. Ironically, Greg wanted me to join him and Virginia in a similar fashion and I declined. It would complicate things and ultimately finish our friendship I think.

This adventure would never have happened if it weren't for my husband's attitude. He lets me do what I feel for my pleasure. He encourages my hedonist pursuits and revels vicariously in my pleasures. Of course he would have loved to have been there that night and it gives him pangs of jealousy that he wasn't. I am blessed that I can be completely truthful with him and even relive that evening with him once in a while.

We have contrived similar events similar to that night, but though there has always been immense pleasure involved they would never live up to that first night, that first ménage, that first woman.



First Night



This is a sequel to my story 'Chance Encounter'. While not absolutely necessary, this story would be better appreciated and understood if that story is read first. 

***** 

At her command I followed Miss Lara out of the club. Actually it hadn't been a command but more an offer to me, to try to prove the veracity and seriousness of the pledge and plea I had made to her on my knees while kissing her foot in the club. To give myself up to her, to conquer the world for her and lay it and myself at her feet to use however she will. To see to all of her wants, needs, and desires, and always to be obedient to her every whim. 

I had certainly not anticipated that this would be how my night would develop. It had been two years since my divorce, after my wife of ten years had left me for another man. In the subsequent time, while my professional life had flourished, I was now a senior Vice President and Division Director in my corporation, my personal life had remained barren and bleak. With my self-confidence nonexistent I had eventually turned to internet pornography as my only source of solace for my slowly reawakening libido. In time I began to be drawn to, and then almost obsessed with one particular aspect, that of female domination. I investigated almost every form and presentation of this concept and lifestyle offered on the web, but my trip to the club this night had been my first foray to try to experience at least some of it in the flesh. Not that I had any plans to become actively involved this first night, but rather I wanted to take the opportunity to watch and learn, and maybe to begin to discover and understand more of what I truly wanted and needed in my life. 

Club O was advertised as a place where Dominants and submissives of both genders could meet, mingle and play together in a safe, sane and fully consensual environment, or just observe as others did so. It was in this latter way that I had fully intended to proceed. 

After much deliberation and procrastination I finally worked up the courage to travel down into the city and enter the club. I did so with sky high anticipation and excitement, but after just a very short time I was completely deflated. It all seemed to be about pain given and pain received, humiliation, and ultimately degradation. And while I understood that it was all consensual, and for most of those involved it was just a game, and that aspects of it had stimulated and titillated me in the past on a computer screen, the stark reality of it, I suddenly realized, was not for me at all. 

This of course begged the questions: What was for me? Who was I? And where if anywhere did I fit in if not with this? I had no idea, only that I had to get out of there as quickly as I could. Dizzy with despair I staggered toward the exit, but before reaching it I encountered her. Lara Kelly, a rising junior executive in my company, who had recently worked with me on a project I had managed, a collaboration I had enjoyed, and who, in her early 30's was about twelve years my junior, and was now sitting alone and unobtrusively by one of the bars. 

Once I was certain that it was her I grew even more frantic to rapidly depart. Then, as if by chance, she looked up, saw, and recognized me, and I had but a few seconds to choose among a very bad set of options. As she was very drably dressed, quite the opposite of her usual sharp appearance at work, I instinctively surmised that she was likely a submissive like myself, and that I might then find some empathy because of this. So I made my fateful choice and walked over to greet her. 

After she had invited me to sit and join her, to my shock and even greater consternation I came to discover that she was actually a Domme. But she immediately put me at ease, and for well over the next hour we had a very enjoyable conversation together. Mostly mundane at first, I soon found myself revealing things I had never shared with anyone else, even my ex wife. Even possibly with myself. It was that she seemed so genuinely interested and did not judge at all. I grew so comfortable that at the end I was emboldened enough to ask her, as I had been unable to answer her similar query to me, what it was that she most wanted in her life. 

Maybe it was that she had become as comfortable with me, or perhaps that I had myself been so open and bare to her, but I became the first person to whom she had ever related the entirety of her grand dream and wish: To find someone who would offer up his entire being to her, who would dedicate his life completely to see to her care, and to be totally in her control. Not someone who would be her, or anyone's doormat, but rather a super alpha to the rest of the world, and beta to her alone, which would make his ultimate submission and use so much more a value worthy of her. 

It was when she then stated that her commitment to the one whom she chose would be as great to him as his to her, that I suddenly knew that I shared this dream and that I had found what I had unconsciously been searching and yearning for. So I fell to my knees and begged her to accept my vow. And me. 

Understandably wary that this was but a fleeting fantasy for me she initially rejected my plea, leaving me crushed and again hopeless. But then, perhaps on a whim, she offered me this one opportunity to follow and prove to her that I was real. And I had leapt forth to embrace it. 

As we arrived at her car she handed me her keys and told me to drive. I opened the passenger side door for her, and she slid in. I then hastened around to the driver's side, got in, started the car and pulled out, leaving my own car behind, its eventual fate unknown, which was of absolutely no consequence to me at that moment. 

I well knew my way out of the city, and after she gave me some general directions about where she lived we drove in silence. Mine was very nervous as all of my old fears and anxieties surged to the fore. Why would someone so much younger, vibrant, and beautiful want anything to do with someone like me, older, and already once discarded and just off the scrap heap. I had very little doubt that with little effort she would have no problem finding far more desirable and attractive submissive suitors who would offer anything to serve her. I wondered if, in her own silence, she was thinking the same thing. She had said that she was searching, and that she would eventually choose only one. Perhaps I was just a trial run to help her establish some search parameters. The bartender at the club had told me that he had never seen anyone even get to first base with her, and it seemed now that I may actually be at second base. But would I be left and stranded there, as had happened to me virtually every time in my own experience in my past. Still, I knew that this was not a game to her, and she had said only that her dream was to have someone to use and own. If that was all that she required for her to choose, accept and take me, though I might and would desperately want so much more, I would still grasp and take just that with all the strength I possessed. 

She finally broke her silence to guide me to her condominium complex once we had arrived in her suburban town. After directing me to her assigned parking spot I shut off the engine and hustled out and around to open her car door for her. I then surrendered the keys into her outstretched hand and followed her to the front door of her condo. Upon entering behind her I was instantly taken by how lovely it was. It had a large living room, a separate dining room, an ample kitchen, and two bedrooms and two full bathrooms, and she made it a point to take me through and show me all of them. What was immediately apparent to me was how tastefully decorated and furnished it all was, and how well kept, well ordered and spotless. It could have at that very moment been ready and appropriate for a photo shoot in any 'House Beautiful' magazine. 

"So what do you think of my place, Ray?" she asked when we had returned to her living room. 

I said the first thing that came so immediately to my mind. 

"It's immaculate." 

She beamed. "Immaculate. I like that." She paused a moment, and then continued. "As much as a control freak that I am, I'm also a cleanliness one as well. If I pursue this beyond tonight, I'll expect you to keep it so." 

"It will always be my resolve to exceed your expectations, Miss Lara." 

She laughed delightedly. "Exceed my expectations. I like that even better. If we continue on, that will by my new expectation, that you always continue to exceed them. Of course that will continue to go on and on, won't it. You've set quite a rising bar to stay above, Ray. I think it might amuse me greatly watching you attempt to do so." 

I shuddered internally at the snare I had inadvertently set for myself. 

"I will always give every bit of myself to try, Miss Lara." 

She smiled. "Yes, well, that's what tonight is all about isn't it. You trying." 

She walked over and sat down on her couch. As I had not been invited to do similar, I remained standing. She looked up at me. 

"I really liked the way you kissed my foot at the club, Ray." she finally offered. "But my other foot felt terribly ignored. I think that the first thing that you should try to do now is to make amends." 

She raised her left leg up horizontal to the floor, her foot pointing directly at me. There was no mistaking this as a command. I fell to my knees before her and took off her running shoe and white anklet sock. 

Once again I was captivated by her slim, smooth, exquisitely proportioned foot, that appeared to have absolutely no imperfection. As I had with her other foot at the club I brought my lips down to the top of it to brush at the base of her toes, but this time I then slowly moved upwards, lightly kissing my way first to the front of her ankle, around to her heel, to the side of her foot, onto her sole, and then into her arch. As I went I stuck out the tip of my tongue to give little licks as well. I finally reached the ball of her foot and the underside of her toes. 

"I like to have my toes sucked, Ray. Long and lovingly." 

I needed no further encouragement. I slipped her biggest toe into my mouth, softly swirling my tongue about the bottom, then slowly around it fully. I gradually increased the pressure and inward pull of my lips and tongue, eventually bobbing my head slightly forward and back to further enhance the sensation. Once I was sure that I had lavished as much attention possible to every millimeter of that toe, I moved on to her second one, to offer it the very same service. 

The taste of her toes was indescribably delicious, and as I moved onto her third toe I heard her utter a soft moan. I risked a glance up at her and saw that her head was lain back on the couch cushions, her eyes were closed, and a serene smile graced her lips, and I hazzarded a hope then that she was as truly transported by this as I was. 

I spent even more time on her fourth toe, and when I finally arrived at her fifth and littlest one I knew that my tongue had explored and lovingly laved every crevice and cranny. I heard her sigh and she then gently pulled her foot from my mouth and my grasp and set it on the floor. 

"That was very enjoyable, Ray, but I think my other foot is feeling quite neglected now." 

She raised her right leg out, and I quickly removed that shoe and sock as well, and then began my same adoration of that foot. 

"You are really quite good at worshiping feet, Ray." she said as my lips and tongue made their way up to her ankle. 

"Only your feet, Miss Lara." I murmured in reply. 

She chuckled. 

"I think that if I decide to go further with you, I might like to make this a daily ritual. I have a thing about my feet." she continued. "While your primary purpose would still be directed to my total care, we might have you pay special attention to all things pertaining to my feet. I get full spa treatment and pedicures twice a week and it costs me a pretty penny. I believe that with proper teaching you could do even a better job and save me a small fortune. And I could even have it done even more frequently then too. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Ray?" 

I released her big toe which I had just taken into my mouth so I could answer. 

"Absolutely, Miss Lara." 

"I thought so." she responded as I turned my attention back to her toes. This time she continued to talk as I continued on with my veneration. 

"These would not be your only duties of course." she began. "I know that we both work very hard at our jobs, so your week night chores would probably have to be limited to making dinner," I had mentioned to her at the club that with all of my practice living alone I had become a passable cook, and she had lamented that she was far less so, "and cleaning up afterwards. Your major housework would have to be done on the weekends. Who knows," she continued as I moved on to another toe, "with time and experience you might become efficient and proficient enough that I might be able to grant you a few hours of free time for yourself on some Sundays." 

"Speaking of our jobs Ray,' she then went on. "I know that workplace relationships are frowned upon in the company, but I think if I move forward with this, I doubt that we'll be able to keep our connection a secret for long. And I wouldn't want to. I would want people to know that we're together. But I also think it would mean that as much I might enjoy doing so, we couldn't work together on any projects anymore. I intend to rise into the hierarchy of the firm on my own merits, without any perceived bias, or actual assistance from you. Is that understood, Ray?" she added sharply. 

I paused between her fourth and fifth toe. "Yes, Miss Lara." I swore. 

"Good. I wanted to make that clear, just in case." 

She settled back to relax in the comfort of her couch, as I began to pay homage to her final toe. After a minute though she sat back up straight. 

"And don't think that I wouldn't be working just as hard here." she stated sternly. "It will take a lot of time and effort on my part to intensely train you to meet all of my exact specifications." 

She suddenly pulled her toe from my mouth, and her foot from my hand. 

"I may be a very strict taskmistress, but it will never be all work and no play." 

She stood up 

"Follow me." she ordered crisply and began to stride away, and I scurried quickly up and off my knees and did so. 

She led me into her bedroom and promptly walked over and sat down on the edge of her bed, leaving me standing in the middle of the room. She looked up at me appraisingly for long moments. Finally... 

"Take off your clothes, Ray." 

Not being offered a place to sit to do so, I awkwardly took off my shoes and socks while standing, then removed my shirt followed by my pants. After a little hesitation and even greater embarrassment I then slipped off my briefs. Having no place readily available to put them I dropped all of my clothes in a heap on the floor as I stood before her, stark naked. 

My phallus, which had been rock hard from almost the first few minutes after entering her home but had been kept at least somewhat in check by my clothes, now jutted forth upright and straight in front of me. She slowly surveyed me from top to bottom, seeming to expend excruciating extra scrutiny upon my groin. Finally, a small half smile played upon her lips and she stuck out both of her legs in front of her. 

"Take off my sweat pants, Ray" 

I made my way over and after she lifted herself up some I carefully pulled off her pants. Though she had been somewhat unappealingly attired the entire evening in mismatched sweat pants and shirt, underneath she wore very lacy and enticing black panties. 

"Those too." she commanded, and I slid those off as well as she pulled off her own top revealing an equally sexy black bra, which she then unhooked and removed and flung with her shirt off the side of the bed. She removed the band which had been holding back her dark auburn hair, to let it flow over her shoulders and then, fully unclothed, she laid back on her bed. 

I gasped. If I had found her feet to be without imperfection, her body was beyond even that, and it left me breathless. Her smile broadened in appreciation of my wordless compliment as I stood before her, utterly bewitched. After allowing me a few more moments to gaze at her in awe, she rolled over to lay prone on her stomach. 

"As you did so nicely with my toes, Ray, I'd like you now to give the rest of my body a soothing tongue bath." 

Blinking my eyes as if in disbelief at my great fortune I once again went down on my knees, now behind and below her. Extending my tongue I began with long and languid strokes over the soles of her feet, working my way over one heel, up her calf, spending some extra time at the back of her knee, before licking my way up the back of her thigh to the bottom of her buttocks crease. I then returned to her other heel and performed the same cleansing service up the back of that leg. Upon reaching that buttocks crease I worked my tongue slowly to the one between her cheeks, and as it rode up and down I delved even deeper within as she arched her back up to allow easier access. I found her nethermost orifice and laved it with passion as her hips swayed to and fro. 

As my charge though had been to thoroughly bathe her entire body I reluctantly moved on, up to the small of her back, and then with long broad strokes to her upper torso and finally to the back of her neck. After spending more time there with littler nibbles she suddenly turned over onto her back, clasped her hands behind her head, and presented the front of herself for my ongoing attentions. 

I started first with her neck before making my way over to one and then across to the other of her shaven armpits. With my heart thumping it was then on to her amazing, delightfully delectable breasts. My tongue traversed a wide circle around her nearest one, slowly spiraling inward to eventually find her areolae, which pleasingly puckered as I took her hardening nipple firmly between my lips, rubbing, licking, and sucking, before leaving it behind, bullet straight, to move on to her other celestial orb. 

This time, as I trapped and played with that nipple, I was loathe to ever leave as she began to sigh and moan. But she finally unclasped her hands and I felt them on my shoulders firmly pushing me off and down. Understanding my new marching orders I licked my way down the sides and then to lower part of her belly, exploring the depths of her navel before coming to the portal to her treasure. As opposed to her underarms, her mound was not completely shaved, but it was well trimmed and I began to nibble at the edges. But she suddenly yanked on my hair, not too ungently, and pulled me up and away. 

"On your back, boy." she urgently enjoined. 

I did as I was told, lying fully on my back as she rose and positioned herself with her knees astride the sides of my head, facing down the length of my body, her womanhood just inches above my face. 

"I think you know what to do." she stated from above. Her lips were already glistening as I strained my head upward to reach them with my extended tongue. I started with little licks on the outside but she shimmied to center herself and I got the message. I ran my tip up and down her moistened slit, probing further each time, searching for and finally finding her glorious jewel which I enveloped fully, eliciting from her both a long sigh and a shudder. 

If the taste of her toes had been heavenly, that of her sex was even more sublime, and suddenly I couldn't get enough of it. I suckled and slurped, and as I did I felt her fingers lightly begin to play upon my ongoing erect pole, which served to even further increase my enthusiasm. Her fingers became more focused, sliding up and down my shaft, and I began to writhe and even hump in response. But I understood what was forbidden and I desperately did not want to fail, as seemed inevitably imminent as her hand caressed and cupped me even more insistently. I pulled my face back and cried out. "Please Miss Lara. Have Mercy." 




First Night



I heard her laugh. 

"You're going to have to show more grit and resilience that that, Ray." she snickered. "But as you're doing such a wonderful job otherwise, I'll grant your plea." 

She immediately released me, leaving my member to continue bobbing and throbbing upright in the air, without any further physical stimulation. 

"Now get back to work." she commanded, and I resumed my exquisite task with even more ardor. I stiffened my tongue as firmly as I could to penetrate further and further into her vault, then ran it lightly over her perineal bridge to her farther hole, attempting to burrow into it as well, sliding back and forth between the two, thrusting deeper each time until I suddenly felt her arch her back upwards as she clamped her knees against the sides of my head. 

Despite her inner thighs being pressed tightly against my ears I could hear her cries above... of joy... of passion... of utter release... as her juices gushed into my ravenous mouth. I lapped and sucked and imbibed voraciously, not wanting to miss a drop of her precious nectar. And she continued to spurt on and on, riding my face like a bucking bronco, seemingly forever, until she gradually slowed down to a sway before fully relaxing and coming to a stop. She slid off onto her back, now completely oblivious to me, to slumber contentedly in her post orgasmic haze. 

Left behind, my phallus still ramrod straight and hard, I resigned myself to a remainder of the night, most of it likely sleepless, of blue balls. It was not that I hadn't been warned. And that this would be my ongoing lot if I was ever so lucky to be allowed to continue on. And I so wanted to continue on. I had experienced real joy and happiness this night. The joy of giving and having it be happily received. And I wanted to give so much more. To her. I now knew it could only be to her. Anything and everything that she would ever want or need. If only... And if this was all that I ever received physically in return, even as I might want so much more emotionally, it would be more than enough. 

But it remained a very open question of whether I was enough. All of my doubts and fears resumed to assail me as I lay there alone. Had I measured up? Or had I once again been found wanting, as had always been my case in the past. 

After uncounted time I heard her begin to stir, and as my heart began to race she rolled over onto her side next to me. 

"That was really wonderful, Ray." She cooed as she smiled up at me. "You do have quite an amazing tongue." She began to fondle my testicles and once again play with my still rigid member. "And this is also quite an impressive tool." she added as she ran her fingers up and down. 

I had been happy to bask in the glow of her first two compliments but was taken aback by the third. No one had ever considered it so before, least of all me. 

"I think I would really like to use it within me," she continued, "but only after it's been thoroughly trained that it is for my pleasure first and foremost, before I might ever even consider allowing you yours. So that I can ride it with wild abandon without any fear of an accident. And I don't tolerate accidents" she added sternly. 

She moved a bit closer then, and her tone again became much softer. "But you've also shown some delightful fortitude for a first night, Ray, and for that I think you might deserve a little reward" She began to stroke me more deliberately. "But not until I say. Never until I say. Is that understood, Ray?" 

My tongue remained firmly rooted within my mouth and I could only nod. She nestled even closer and brought her mouth nearer to my ear, as her hand quickened its pace. She bit my earlobe, not overly hard, and then twirled her tongue inside. 

"You like this don't you, Ray." 

"Oh Yes, Miss Lara." I croaked hoarsely 

Her fingers tightened as they moved up and down. 

"You liked it all tonight, didn't you?" 

"Every bit." I panted "I've loved every second of it, Miss Lara." 

"Good. I'm glad." 

She pressed up against me even more firmly, her face still next to my ear, as she pulled on me even more vigorously below. 

"I've chosen you Ray. You have been accepted." 

My breathing became more labored. 

"I've taken you, and you will be used." 

Her words and her grip became my entire universe. 

"You belong to me now Ray, body and soul. I OWN you." 

"Yeesss." I breathed. 

"Tell me Ray. SWEAR to me." she intoned as her precum slickened palm pumped even more furiously. 

"I belong to you Miss Lara. Only ever to you." I gasped. "With every part of my being. I'm Yours... FOREVER." 

I knew I was only seconds away, that I couldn't hold on any longer. But I also knew that I couldn't yet... I shouldn't yet... without... 

"Oh God, PLEASSSE Miss Lara." 

She paused for a beat. And then... 

"Yes Ray yes. You may. NOW." 

I exploded. 

Never in my life, not with all my masturbation, the few times I had ever been graced with oral sex, or even with intercourse had I ever felt anything like this. I erupted time and again, as wave after wave of my ecstacy shot up into the air. The tsunami continued to surge and froth, seeming without any possible end, until it finally crested, and then slowly subsided to smaller and smaller dribblings, until I was finally drained and emptied. And I knew then, without any shadow of doubt, that as firmly as she still held my manhood in her grip Miss Lara was now in full possession of my soul. 

Some time later, when I began to become more aware again of time and space, and after I had licked my goo from her offered fingers and she had gently kissed away a small tear of joy that had trickled from the corner of my eye, she snuggled up closely to me again and nibbled on my ear. 

"And I want you to always remember the most important part of all of this, boy." she finally spoke. 

"What is that, Miss Lara?" I asked in reply, not believing that there could be anything more. 

I could almost hear her smile, as she playfully nipped my ear one more time, as she paused... and then whispered. 

"You will indeed be loved... and cherished... Raymond Post."