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First Time Tales

By: Sparky10



I have always considered myself to be straight. However, at the end of a party at my brother's house the other night, we got talking about past sexual experiences/encounters. The majority of stories were tame but my sister Lisa's tale was quite horny. 

She relayed to all (about 10 close friends) the story of the first time a man came in her mouth. She told us how they were necking in his car and he had freed her more than ample tits from the confines of her bra (she is now a GG cup!!) She was relishing in the attention he was giving to her tits as they are super-sensitive and she can be brought to orgasm just by playing with those massive mounds! He moved her hand down to his crotch and, for the first time, she felt a hard cock under the material. 

Unzipping him and fishing out his turgid member, she marvelled at the intense heat emanating from her handful. Stroking him gently she looked at his face only to see an expression of complete rapture there. His manipulation of her tits was bringing her close, as was the experience of having her first stiff cock in her hand. 

Without warning, he forced himself up in his seat and offered his cock to her lips. Being a novice and not knowing what to do she opened her mouth wide to allow him access. He coached her in the fine art of cock sucking and soon she was rolling her tongue round the shiny head and feeling quite comfortable as he tried to push his cock down her throat. By using her hand to stop him from choking her, she would only allow so much of his cock in to her mouth. His breathing quickened and, suddenly she felt his cock throb and then tasted the warm, salty fluid rushing from the cock in her mouth. As if by instinct she swallowed the lot, not a drop escaped!

He didn't return the favour, just fastened his trousers and took her home as he promised his wife he wouldn't be long taking the babysitter home!

I was struggling to hide my erection after this story because, if the truth be known, I have always had the hots for my sister, what with her big tits, her cock-sucking lips and now the knowledge that she swallows, I was looking at Lisa in a different light!

It now came round to my turn to tell a story and I took a deep breath and relayed an incident that occurred over 30 years ago and, until now, was known about by only two people, not even my wife knew about it before tonight!

Being a young engineering apprentice did not allow the luxury of my own car and the buses from our village were very erratic. As a result of this, hitch-hiking was the only practical way to get to and from college. The best place to get a lift was at the top of a hill next to the Fire Station and it was always a race to get out of college and up to this favourite point.

On this particular day I was a little slow and was beaten to the spot by a fellow student. However, it didn't take him long to get a lift and soon it was my turn. A few vehicles passed by and I was beginning to lose hope when a nice BMW slowed to a halt just past me. I ran to the car and asked the middle aged driver if he was going my way, to which he replied "partly". Part the way is better than none so I climbed in.

After a mile or so he indicated that there were some porn mags in the glove box if I wanted to have a look. I was a horny 18 year old male, of course I wanted to have a look! These mags were harder than anything I'd ever seen and I soon got quite a hard-on. He must have spotted this because, suddenly, he reached across and started stroking my cock through my trousers. I knew this wasn't right but it felt so very nice and I let him continue. When he asked me to unzip my trousers I complied without giving it a thought. This allowed him access to my now naked cock which he stroked expertly whilst driving along. Before long I was feeling the urge to shoot my load and reluctantly asked him to stop stroking, otherwise I would have made a mess. 

He did as he was asked but suddenly turned up a lane which led to the local woodland. I was curious about his intentions but by no means worried. As we pulled up in a small parking area he got out of the car and came round to the passenger door and opened it. He asked me to get out and stand next to the door, he then unfastened my belt and my trousers dropped to the floor. He went down on to his knees and began stroking my now painfully hard cock. A warm, wet sensation caused me to look down for the first time, only to see my cock disappearing into his mouth. I had never experienced pleasure like this before, not even with a girl, and found myself on the brink of cumming very quickly. He must have sensed this and took my cock right down his throat and, at the same time stuck his finger up my arse! I have never cum with such ferocity before or since and my legs immediately turned to jelly! 

After a short pause he looked up at me and asked if I had enjoyed the experience to which the answer was a resounding YES. He stood up, allowed me to dress myself and then, with no further words or contact, took me home!

My revelations caused an uneasy silence when I had finished, as if people couldn't believe it was the truth. When we got home and were in bed, my wife asked me to re-tell the story as she got so turned on whilst listening at the party. As I re-told the story, she sucked my cock and timed it so that as I was cumming in the stranger's mouth, I was cumming in hers, surreal!

I have never seen him from that day to this but my one and only gay experience will stay with me forever, or shall I go for a repeat now that I have revived my curiosity? 

First Time Tales



Carol had to make an effort to concentrate on her driving as she headed south on 101 towards Mill Valley that Monday morning in late April. She and Robin had arranged to go hiking in the hills above Ted and Robin's condo, taking little baby Melanie along. After her husband Bryan had agreed to donate sperm so that Ted and Robin could have Melanie, Carol and Robin's long-term friendship had not only intensified, it had taken on a completely new dimension.

At the condo, Robin opened the front door and two women embraced and kissed warmly.

"Oh Carol, it's going to be such fun. Melanie just woke. I've got the Weego ready. I bet you'd like to carry her too. We can take turns."

"Oh I'd really like that. Bryan says 'hello' and told us to have fun." With that Carol winked and Robin acknowledged with a knowing smile.

The Marin hills, beautiful and hospitable the year round, are in spring exquisite – wildflowers blossoming, grass green and swaying in the wind, oaks flush with new foliage and the fragrance of eucalyptus and bay leaves in the air. The two friends did trade off carrying Melanie and mostly had the Weego in the face-in position to better interact with her. Melanie seemed to like the movement and fresh air so the two women were able to walk at a pace fast enough for a proper workout.

Arriving back at the condo, both were more than a little damp with sweat.

"Carol, why don't you go ahead and shower? I have to nurse Melanie now."

"I can wait. I'd rather watch you nurse her. You know there's nothing so heartwarming as watching a mother nurse her baby. It's sad that so many mothers choose not to nurse."

Robin removed her running shirt and sat down on the couch next to Carol, who was holding Melanie. After Robin undid the front of her sports bra, she took Melanie, who immediately began suckling.

"You know Carol, there's another big advantage to nursing that nobody talks about. We small breasted women get to feel how it is to have big boobies." And indeed Robin's breasts were now full and plump, nearly as big as Carol's.

Carol laughed "So how do you like having big breasts? Or rather how does Ted like having a big-titted wife?"

"I think he likes showing me off when we go out. But with the lactation, my breasts don't bring me that much sexually. Ted gets horny looking at them and likes to kiss my nipples – at least he did until last week Friday. Actually my breasts are really sensitive. Anything more than light kissing is just not so pleasant."

Carol: "I almost forgot how it was. Imagine forgetting and I nursed all three of ours!"

Robin: "Your breasts must have been massive when you were nursing."

Carol: "They were bigger but not all that much. Maybe it's like with men's penis'. The big ones don't get that much bigger when they get hard. The little soft ones can really surprise you though."

Robin: "Hey that reminds me. Remember when we measured Ted's soft penis? We never got around to measuring him hard."

Carol: "How could I forget? But yeah, that's right." Laughing: "Other things took priority over measuring him hard. And now we have to wait at least a month. And we never measured Bryan, hard or soft. By the way how is Ted managing?"

Robin: "He took a few painkillers Friday and Saturday. Sunday was okay. This morning he looked pretty chipper when he left for work. He's supposed to go to the clinic on Wednesday to have the bandage taken off. We've got a tough 5 or 6 weeks ahead of us. Not only no sex, he's not even supposed to have an erection for the next 3 weeks. He still thinks it was good for him to get circumcised, but he's now wishing his parents had had it done when he was a baby. How about Bryan? Was he circumcised as a baby?"

Carol: "Bryan said his parents had it done later, like when he was 3 or 4."

Robin: "Why'd they do that? I always thought they circumcised male babies as a matter of practice and if a guy escaped the snip in the maternity ward, he ended up keeping his foreskin for life."

Carol: "I think it was a religious thing. He said his parents joined a Christian church that put a lot a stock in Abraham's covenant."

Robin: "So thanks to Abraham, you've got a nice slick dick for entertainment."

Carol: "Ted's uncut one took me over the top too. And remember that time in your shower? I couldn't wait to play with his foreskin. You sure you won't miss Ted's foreskin?"

Robin: "I liked playing with his foreskin too, but for me, it's more important that Ted feels comfortable with himself. And I didn't miss a foreskin when Bryan fucked me. Anyway I just hope it's worth it for Ted. For me it sure isn't. I have to do without for 6 more weeks."

Carol: "Well I could ask Bryan to help out. But only if you'd let me watch."

Robin: "Thanks, but the catch to that is that I wouldn't want to do it without telling Ted and then he'd get an erection while I tell him all the details." Laughing she added: "You wouldn't have a dildo you could loan me, would you?"

Carol: "I've never used one. Whenever the real thing wasn't handy, my fingers always seemed to do the job just fine."

Robin: "Oh I know all about how your fingers work. I sometimes get wet thinking about that afternoon when we were planning how we could get Ted to watch Bryan fuck me."

Carol: "Are you getting wet now?"

Robin: "Yeah, are you?"

Carol: "Do bears shit in the woods?"

Robin laughing "Melanie's just about done and she's going to sleep soon. Let's put her in the bassinet and then we can shower together. Or how about we take a bath? Carol would you mind starting the bath? Oh, there's a bunch of different bath foams, just pick one that looks good to you."

By the time Robin had Melanie tucked into the bassinet in the master bedroom adjacent to the bathroom, the tub was full of hot foamy water and Carol was comfortably soaking. Robin came into the bathroom still wearing her running tights and her sports bra. "You look all comfy Carol. How's the water?"

Carol: "Great, but it'll be better when you're in here too. Oh I can't wait to see you naked again!"

Robin dropped her sports bra, which was still undone in front and stuck her thumbs into the waistbands of her running tights and panties. "Ready for the beautiful sight, Carol?"

Carol: "I've been ready for that since I left Novato. I was so excited, I had to really concentrate on my driving."

In one smooth movement, Robin pulled down her running tights and panties. Then she stood facing Carol with her hands on her hips. "So how do I compare to before Melanie was born?"

Carol: "Robin, you're beautiful. I'm so glad that your shiny red pubic hair has grown back perfectly. Come please get in the tub with me."

Robin: "Actually I've already had to trim it on the sides and against my legs. That's for possible swim suit wear and Ted likes it neatly trimmed that way." With that she got into the tub and both women settled back facing one another and with their knees bent and slightly spread.

Carol was the first to break the silent reverie: "You know what we talked about before – you wouldn't really want to use a dildo would you?"

Robin: "Of course not, I was just kidding. In high school there was one girl who had one. Once four of us had a sleep-over and we all tried it out. I was still a virgin and couldn't get any more than the head in between my lips. The other girls got it in further, but none of us had an orgasm. How about you? Ever try one?"

Carol: "My fingers always served me just fine. But honest to God, in the years of life with Bryan, my fingers have gotten pretty rusty."

Robin: "Your fingers didn't seem rusty that day when we fingered each other."

By this time, both women were sweating, both from the hot water and from the rising sexual tension. They looked at each other, alternating between little smiles and purses of the lips. It seemed that both waited for the other to make the first move."

Carol: "Robin would you like me to wash your back?"

Robin's nod of assent and slight movement forward was all that Carol needed. She moved up onto her knees, soaped up a washcloth and began washing Robin's back. Robin, mesmerized by the sight of Carol's body, couldn't help but respond. Taking handfuls of bath foam, she stroked Carol, first her breasts and then her vulva. 

Carol switched her attention to Robin's lactating breasts. Robin liked the feeling of Carol's gentle washing. As a woman with naturally small breasts it was a novel feeling to have breasts that didn't fit in one hand. Now she had breasts that actually bobbed when she walked fast or ran. All that was great but lactating breasts are tender and there was a limit to the pleasure to be derived there. She guided Carol's right hand to her crotch.

Carol knew what her friend wanted and needed. She placed her left hand around Robin's back and with her right massaged Robin's pubic area. Robin, with her face against Carol's chest, couldn't get enough of Carol's magnificent breasts. She alternated between kissing them all over, burying her mouth between them, sucking the nipples, kneading them with the palms of her hands and massaging the nipples with her fingertips. Carol put her finger into Robin and stroked the slit, deep in between the lips, then softly circling her clitoris. Robin responded by pumping her hips. Carol worked the finger into Robin's vagina.

Robin: "Carol, more, please more! Oh please, fuck me with your fingers!"

Carol responded by inserting three fingers and began stroking as deeply as she could, first slowly and then in a faster and faster rhythm. Then she took her left hand from Robin's back and moved it down to Robin's crotch so that she could massage the clitoris at the same time that she was fingering the vagina. Robin threw her head back, clenched her teeth to avoid screaming and shuddered with pleasure. Even in the warm bath water, Carol could feel the warm liquid coming from between Robin's legs. Slowly Robin relaxed and her breathing slowed down to somewhere near normal. All the while that Robin was setting down, Carol kept her fingers in, slowly and lightly massaging Robin's vagina.

Robin, still breathing faster than normal: "Carol, I'm so sorry I didn't bring you along with me. You really took me over the top and beyond. But now I feel selfish for leaving you behind." With that she resumed massaging Carol's ample breasts.

Carol: "Somehow a bathtub is just not so ideal for sex. Bryan and I stopped even trying because it seemed that one of us always gets left behind."

Robin: "Don't you two play in your big hot tub?"

Carol: "That we do and it is big enough for us to properly fuck in. But we don't very often. Usually we get each other worked up while in the hot tub and then go to bed for real sex."

Robin: "Speaking of sex in a bed, there's our big king bed in the next room. I don't think Melanie would mind."

The two women got out of the tub and helped each other dry off before going into the bedroom. Robin threw back the covers and both women tucked in beneath them and snuggled together, rubbing breasts and intertwining their legs so that their vulvas were in intense contact. Madly kissing, exchanging tongues, it was as if they were having intercourse with mouth and tongue, all the time their groins grinding and twisting and humping. Both were so worked up that they could speak only in panting whispers.

"Robin, I can feel your pussy with my pussy. You beautiful red hair down there. And oh you're really wet! Can you feel my pussy too?"

"And how could I not? Carol I want so much to make you come. If only I had a dick!"

"Don't wish that Robin, I like your pussy too much."

"Carol, there's something I want to do."

"And what might that be?"

Robin, panting heavily: "I want to go down on you."

Carol, happily: "I can't wait."

Without hesitation, Robin threw back the blanket, sat up and turned to Carol's crotch and kissed her pubic mound. Carol quickly responded by spreading her legs and elevating her knees to give Robin maximum access. Robin slid down towards the foot end of the bed and buried her head in Carol's crotch. She began by licking Carol's slit from top to bottom. Carol responded by trembling and moaning lightly. When Robin licked her clitoris with the tip of her tongue, Carol began writhing so furiously that Robin had to slow down and hold down Carol's hips. Still holding down on Carol's left hip with her right hand, Robin moved lower and stuck her tongue deep between Carol's labia and at the same time massaged her clitoris with the tip of her left hand index finger. Carol was now in heaven, eyes closed, moaning softly, hips rocking ever so gently. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure for both women, Carol stiffened, thrust wildly against Robin's face and let out what could only be likened to moaning barks. Only after feeling the warm liquid squirt against her face did Robin slow down and gradually decrease her licking and fingering.

Afterwards the two women lay on their sides facing each other, embracing and kissing. No question, their friendship had taken on a new dimension, one could even say it was now more a relationship than a friendship.

This time Robin was the first to break the silent reverie: "Wow, I never dreamed I'd ever do that. How do you feel."

Carol: "Very relieved and relaxed. Like there's a light warm glow over my whole body. That was a first for me too."

Robin: "Doesn't Bryan go down on you too?"

Carol: "Oh yes but not that often and it's good with him, but somehow your tongue just seems to move to the right spot at the right time. Actually, I don't think Bryan's all that big on oral sex."

Robin, laughing: "Bryan's certainly big on genital sex, big in more than one way."

Carol: "You are really fascinated with Bryan's big penis!"

Robin: "Guilty as charged! But Carol, I'm really curious about something. Did Bryan's size surprise or shock you the first time? Or did you have really big ones before. I mean the first time I saw Ted's penis, well I noticed that he was smaller than what I'd had before, but my pussy was so agitated, nothing would have mattered and it didn't. But again, I'm really curious when you saw Bryan's penis that first time? Didn't you wonder if it would go in or not?"

Carol: "I didn't wonder either way. Gee I've never told anyone this. To really tell you, I have to tell you about the day we met."

At the moment Melanie woke and began to cry.

Robin: "Oops, she must be hungry. Oh look at the clock, it's already noon! We've been playing with each other for over an hour! I'm really curious about your first time with Bryan, can't you go on while I'm nursing her?"

Both women sat in bed, still naked, Robin nursed Melanie.

Robin: "Carol, please go on!"

Carol: "Sorry, I get so choked up watching you nurse Melanie. But okay. Look I think I told you that Bryan and I met while bicycling. See, I had just started teaching in Novato and a bunch of us, teachers, had a bike ride together from Novato to the Cheese Factory. Well we got to the Cheese Factory, sat down outside at one of those big long picnic tables and ordered. After a little while, somebody noticed that this one older teacher, Linda, wasn't with us. So we decide to wait a little longer. Then we see two bikes coming. It was Linda and a younger man, good looking, athletic, obviously a guy who was a lot more into serious bicycling than we were."

Robin: "Bryan?"

Carol: "Pretty obvious, but yeah. It turned out that Linda's bike had blown a tire and there she had been, all forlorn without a spare or patch kit or pump. Then she sees a bike roaring down that big grade towards her, you know on the Petaluma – Point Reyes Road. The rider, a guy, goes by and then comes to a screeching halt maybe a hundred feet past her. Skipping all the details, which of course Linda told me later on, he patched the tube and put her bike back together. So the two show up together and Linda can't say enough good things about her hero, Bryan. She insists on inviting him for wine and cheese and naturally he has to sit next to her."

Robin: "So he was between the two of you?"

Carol: "Nope, he was across from me and 3 or 4 people away. There were at least twenty or so of us – men, women, older ones, younger ones. Just like the rest of the young woman teachers in our twenties, my heart was thumping and wishing it had been my bike that crapped out back up the grade. He looked up and down the table and said a general hello and something or other funny. I gave him my flirtiest smile but didn't see any response. Afterwards I just couldn't help looking his way and every time I caught him looking at me. All the while Linda is gushing with praise for her young hero."

Robin: "Oh this is getting exciting!"

Carol: "It turned out that he had ridden all the way from where he lived in San Rafael and had further to go back than we did so he got up to leave before too long. Being such a gracious and polite guy, he walked around the table and shook everybody's hand before he left. Talk about a bunch of disappointed young women as we watched him head up the grade towards Nicasio. You know, it's really the shits when you meet Mr. Right and he doesn't even have your phone number. I was really pretty downcast during the ride back to Novato."

Robin: "So what did he do, look you up through the school?"

Carol: "That's what I was first hoping for but then how could that have worked? He couldn't very well call every school in Novato and ask for the young woman teacher with dark brown hair and nice tits, could he? So I went home feeling completely rotten. Back at my apartment, first thing in the door, I threw down my bike bag on the coffee table, got a glass of wine and flopped on the couch. Suddenly, I wondered if I'd left my sun glasses lay at the Cheese Factory so I looked in my bike bag and there was a Marin County business card with Bryan's name, title, position and stuff. You know back then he worked for Marin County Public Works. I thought 'What the hell, am I supposed to call him at work?' Then I turned the card over and there scribbled on the back was 'Bryan" and an apartment address in San Rafael. Then I remembered that before walking around the table and shaking hands, he'd gone to his bike and fiddled with something."

Robin: "So you called him?"

Carol: "Except there was no home phone number on the card and he wasn't in the phone book. Oh it's so embarrassing to tell you this! You're going to think I must have been a real slut! I couldn't wait for Monday to call him at his office so right then and there I decided to drive down and knock on his door."

Robin: "Carol, you were really gutsy even then! Oh I think Melanie's done drinking. Let me put her back in the bassinet. But go on! Oh this is so cool!"

Robin put Melanie in the bassinet and both women, still naked were again lying side by side on the bed.

Carol: "Just wait, the story gets better. So I showered and dressed in record time and drove down to San Rafael. Parked outside his building, my heart was pounding. What if he was married? What if he was living with someone? But then why give me his address? What's going to happen when he opens the door? Then I did something you won't believe."

Robin: "This is so exciting. What?"

Carol: "I was wearing a dress, actually I still have it. It's light green, mid-length sleeves, cut low enough to show the tops of my breasts and stops just above my knees. Anyway, sitting there in my car, I pulled up the dress and took off my panties!"

Robin: "Jesus Christ, Carol, were you that hot between your legs?"

Carol: "I was pretty excited down there, yeah, but that wasn't the issue. To me it was a now-or-never thing. If he grabbed my ass and felt I didn't have panties on, he'd take the hint and we would fuck. If he wasn't hot for me, he wouldn't grab my ass and he'd never know. So anyway, with my heart beating a mile a minute, I find his apartment and knock. The door opens and there stands Bryan wearing a grey sweat pants and no shirt. He beckons me in and we embrace and kiss."




First Time Tales



Robin: "And nothing was said?"

Carol: "After a bit, he said he was really glad I'd found his note and that I had come. I asked him if he'd given a note to all the other girls and he says, oh, I'll never forget it Robin, he says 'I only saw one girl at the table, she had dark brown hair and green eyes and she was looking at me every time I looked her way'. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and drove my lips into his. My rear end sort of slid down so I could feel his erection against my pussy and he must have realized just what was what, because he lifted up the back of my dress and felt my bare ass. I was so worked up I didn't even realize that he'd pulled down his sweat pants until I felt the head of his penis in my labia and his hips were rocking."

Robin: "So your first fuck was standing up?"

Carol: "Not exactly. Then he told me that something so special had to be just right so without putting me down, he takes off my dress and bra and walks me to the bedroom. Keep in mind all the time his penis is still in me or against me. We just flopped on the bed and he went right on in - all the way, just like that, the first time. I was so wet and worked up, I never even noticed whether he hit my cervix or not. My whole crotch was tingling. We fucked like mad, in fact it was so wild the woman in the apartment below hammered on her ceiling. I came right after I felt him squirt into me and then I blacked out. When I came to, he was still lying on me and I could feel his soft penis still inside me. We whispered all sorts of stuff to each other and kissed, no not really kissed more like fucked each others mouths with our tongues.

Robin: "And all this time he's still inside of you?"

Carol: "Oh yes, just like when he fucked you, remember? I could sense this warm soft thing in me and then, yeah, then he got hard again and we really went at it. We more or less came together, not that it mattered because our orgasms went on so long they would have overlapped anyway. I didn't black out that second time but it was very intense. Afterwards we both slipped off to sleep. When I woke sometime in the night, we were lying on our sides facing each other and under the blanket. He must have covered us before going to sleep."

Robin: "I'm starting to get the picture. You two fucked a couple times before you ever saw his big thing, right?"

Carol: "You got that right. Anyway we're both covered, I'm awake and Bryan is still asleep and I'm curious. So I lift the blanket and take a look. Wow! He's lying on his side and it's hanging down and laying partly on the mattress."

Robin: "So then you were shocked that it even went in?"

Carol: "At first, yeah. But then it hit me, 'If something that big can ravish my cunt without hurting, it must belong to Mr. Right.'."

Robin: "So in a way his size did make a difference?"

Carol: "In a reverse logic sort of way, yeah. Bryan moved in with me two days later and we got married the week after that."

Robin: "So when he woke up, did you fuck again?"

Carol: "Not right away. Like I said, he was still asleep and I couldn't resist touching. I had it in the palm of my hand and was fondling it when he woke up. He fondled me and then it was like we couldn't do enough for each other. I went down and licked his penis, first the head really intensely before working my way down the shaft. Then I took him in my mouth, just really gentle like, first sucking that massive head and then I just had to fuck him with my mouth. But Bryan just didn't lay back and enjoy it like I think I wanted him to. Oh no, he dove into my muff and we ended up having our third mutual orgasm in the 69. Then we really went to sleep. The next morning, that was a Monday, we were both really beat so we both called in sick. Bryan was still working for Marin County. I could go on and on about what went on that day, but it was mostly variations of the night before and I wouldn't want bore you with that."

Robin: "Carol, that's the sweetest, most romantic story I've ever heard."

Carol sat up and noted that Robin, still lying flat, had spread her knees and was looking at her in expectant sort of way. The shiny red triangle that was Robin's crotch seemed to say 'please come to me'.

Carol: "Robin?"

Robin: "Yes, I'd like that."

Carol bent over and kissed the red furry mound and from the side, dabbled in the slit with her tongue. Robin spread her legs further and with moans and hip rocking indicated she was pleased but wanted more. Carol moved over so she was between Robin's legs, her face in Robin's vulva. She massaged the clitoris, first with her tongue and then with her finger as she moved lower to lick Robin's labia. Flicking her tongue between the labia and rapidly massaging the clitoris, she was aware that although Robin was moaning and panting with pleasure. Then she became aware that Robin wasn't going over the top so she decided to change pace. Again she licked Robin's clitoris but this time she worked three fingers into Robin's vagina. A rapid circling motion of the clustered three fingers applying pressure to the walls of the vagina brought a muffled scream from Robin and Carol felt a warm fluid discharge against her hand.

Afterwards the two women embraced and lay still, letting their breathing and heart rates return to normal.

Carol: "Next time you have to tell me about your first time with Ted. But right now, I could use a bite to eat."

Robin: "Right you are. Telling stories like that to each other, we should both be naked and in bed or in the tub. I'm starved too."

Over lunch, the two women agreed to hike on Monday of the next week from Bryan and Carol's house in Novato.

On Thursday, Carol called Robin to postpone the hike.

Carol: "Robin, how about Wednesday instead of Monday? On Wednesday, Bryan has an appointment with a client in Tiburon and he's blocked out the whole morning. For something like that, they'll have lunch together so he won't be home until 2 or even 3PM."

Robin, in a neutral voice: "Okay I'm good with that. Shall I bring something for lunch?"

Carol: "No silly, just bring yourself and of course Melanie."

For Robin, whose husband had an incapacitated penis, the week went by slowly. Finally, the Wednesday rolled around and she drove to Novato, with all the nervous anticipation as Carol had had the week before. Arriving, she found Carol already in shorts and sweat shirt and walking shoes. After embracing and exchanging kisses they packed Melanie in the Weego and walked to the end of the street where the trail system began.

After taking several hours to walk the loop trail, they were nearly back to the beginning. Coming to a grassy knoll with a few scattered oaks, the two women decided to sit down and enjoy the solitude. Carol opened with: "Robin, remember what you promised to tell me about last week?"

Robin: "You mean the first time Ted and I did it?"

Carol: "Of course, my imagination's been running wild all week. I mean did it just happen or did you both agree before hand that tonight was the night? Did you undress him? All those juicy little details."

Robin: "I think I told you, Ted and I met on a Sierra Singles hike in Point Reyes. He asked me out and we started going out together. He'd ask me out to movies, concerts, plays, that sort of thing. The first few dates he'd say good night at my door and we'd exchange easy going kisses. As we got more comfortable with each other, the kisses and embraces got more and more fervent, but even then we still didn't sleep together."

Carol: "So you two took your time getting to the big event? Boy Ted must really have self-discipline! How long did this platonic relationship go on anyway?"

Robin: "I think it was more that Ted was very considerate and sensed that I wasn't ready. You know about the Anwar thing. Anyway Ted didn't push things and I certainly didn't either. Anyway we stayed platonic for months."

Carol: "Wow, what discipline! How'd you ever do that?"

Before answering Carol, Robin reflected back to the events leading up to meeting Ted. 

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

Robin earned her degree in education at UC Davis. In her final year, she met her Prince Charming at a graduate student dance. Anwar, a handsome Saudi in his early 20's and working towards an MBA, had good manners and was an engaging conversationalist. Without bragging, he managed to let Robin know that his family was rich and influential. Best of all he took seriously everything Robin said. When she brought up the treatment of women in Saudi Arabia, he sympathized with her and carefully explained the difficulties in achieving change and how he hoped someday to make a difference. He even hinted that the social and political situation might keep him from returning. 

Robin fell in love and before many weeks went by, she realized what needed to happen between them. Twenty one years old, she was still a virgin. It wasn't that she was religious or prudish – oh no, Robin enjoyed erotic movies, yes even the occasional porn flick. And she masturbated regularly and intensely – so intensely that the discharge had to be dealt with. Whenever she hadn't gotten off in the shower or bath before going to bed, she would lay a towel in the bed to protect the bedding. Then why was she still a virgin? She had had lots of dates with attractive guys and she knew from their erections that it wouldn't have taken but a small move on her part and it would have been 'goodbye virginity'. No matter how hard she tried to escape the truth, she knew deep down that it was her small breasts that kept her from finally fucking. Said simply, Robin was extremely self-conscious about her small breasts.

Showering after high school gym had always been a nightmare. Would the other girls whisper about her small breasts? She had taken to wearing padded bras but even that was a minefield – were the other girls whispering about her lack of real tits?

It must have been being in love with Anwar that finally made her face up to the problem. One night alone with him sitting side by side on the sofa in the living room of his apartment, she turned to him and openly asked "Anwar, do you like my body?"

This took even the brazen and cool Prince Charming by surprise but he quickly recovered and came back with an answer that Robin hadn't expected: "Actually, I haven't yet seen it."

Robin couldn't turn back now and somewhat emboldened replied "Would you like to see it?"

Anwar, ever the gallant charmer came back with: "Only if you want me to see it my dear."

After removing her blouse and bra, she turned to him with a hopeful and expectant look on her face. (Now would be the moment of truth!) He looked at her breasts, a soft and at the same time intent expression on his handsome face. She had to know so she came out and asked: "Oh Anwar, I'm sorry my breasts are so small. Are you terribly disappointed?"

The truth came. He took her hands in his and buried his face against her chests, kissing both breasts alternately, then mouth over a nipple, teasing with his tongue, again moving from left to right and back again. Massaging the nipples with his lips brought on the sensations that she got when she masturbated and she felt the moistness between her legs. He felt her body tremble with sexual tension. Moving back to her lips, they kissed wildly, tongues intermingling, bodies twisting and twining. Still kissing, he massaged her nipples with his fingers and she got even wetter. When would he place a hand between her legs?

Instead of the expected grope, he said very sweetly: "My dear Robin I haven't yet seen the rest of your beautiful body."

Now she knew this would be the big event. In one quick motion her slacks and panties were on the floor and she lay back with her head on the couch armrest and opened her legs ever so slightly, invitingly but not obscenely. Anwar, overcome with the erotic beauty facing him, bent over and nonchalantly kissed the nearly perfect triangle of shiny red pubic hair. Backing off he cooed: "You're beautiful my dear! Robin, I want you so much!"

"Then take me Anwar!" And she opened her legs wider.

He stood and off went his jeans and briefs to reveal a very erect penis standing out from a forest of neatly trimmed curly black hair. Then his body was between her legs and she felt what had to be the head of his penis between her very moist labia. Panting and encouraged by her moist condition, he quickly attempted entry to her vagina but was hindered by her hymen.

Surprised by her virginity, he whispered "Oh my love, you have saved this for me!"

Barely able to breath, she panted "Anwar, please enter me all the way. I want you and only you!"

With great force, he pushed into her vagina and her virginity was gone. The tearing pain quickly subsided and was replaced by intense pleasure as he fucked her, slowly at first and then ever more rapidly. Her back arched, she thrust her hips against his, her fingernails dug into his back and she let go with a sharp cry.

After graduating from Davis, Robin took her first job in the Novato School District as a primary school teacher trainee. It was there that Carol, a substitute teacher had befriended her and became her mentor. The one bedroom apartment that she had rented in Novato became her and Anwar's weekend love nest. They would talk for hours about the need for social change in Saudi Arabia. Anwar regularly expressed his frustration over the slow rate of change, or rather no change, and on many occasions he blamed King Abdullah, whom he said was a limp-dicked, ball-less cocksucker. Robin admired Anwar for his ability to see his homeland and its leaders as they really were. As he neared the end of his MBA program, he spent more and more time with her and she assumed a marriage proposal was right around the corner.

During his weekend visits, Anwar telephoned home regularly, and although she could not understand a word being said, something about his gestures and tone made her curious about the content of the conversations. Some calls sounded like an argument was taking place. On other occasions, the impression was left of a sweet and conciliatory exchange. Then there would be what sounded like bragging and jocular laughter as if he were talking with an old soccer pal. 

One weekend she had visited her parents in Gilroy and got together with some of the girls from her high school class. Not being able to resist talking about her Prince Charming, she told one of the girls, a close friend, the whole story, including Anwar's phone calls. The girl told her she ought to record some of the conversations and let a friendly Arab enlighten her as to what was going on – surely she must know an Arabic speaker from her days in Davis. Robin thought that to be a good idea but argued that she wouldn't know where to get recording equipment, much less know how to install and run it. The girl friend mentioned a guy from their high school class, a geek now working in the Silicon Valley. It took some convincing, but she finally agreed to contact the geek, who in the end, installed a remote controlled room recorder in her apartment so that she would be able to record Anwar's conversations, or at least his half of them. 

The very next weekend Anwar arrived on Friday afternoon and already that night, he made the first phone call. Over the weekend, there were several more and so it went for several weekends. Usually, she would activate the recorder when he dialed, but more often she activated it ahead of time and sometimes forgot to deactivate it afterwards. The result was that she had hours and hours and hours of recordings on her laptop – recordings that included conversations between her and Anwar. When she had enough phone calls recorded, she went to visit Leila, a Lebanese girl friend from UC Davis days. From Leila, Robin got her enlightenment – or rather her devastation.

It turned out that some of the arguments turned out to be with his parents over the question of Anwar taking as a third wife, this uncircumcised red haired California girl. Robin almost fainted when she heard that he had promised his parents that once they arrived in Dhahran, he would have a doctor remove her clitoris so that she would be clean for the wedding. A little less shocking but still deeply disturbing was to find out that immediately before the wedding, she would have to completely disrobe for a bunch of female relatives who would use their bare hands and tweezers to extract every hair from her body – armpits, arms, pubic area, legs – but, small comfort, not from her head. He had talked to a doctor friend about the need to establish her virginity before they could marry. Could a doctor rebuild her hymen? The bragging and laughter turned out to be in a conversation with his brother and it was just plain humiliating. Anwar had told the brother how she had sucked his cock and let him ejaculate in his mouth – even swallowing. After he had described her beautiful red pubic hair to his brother, they had both agreed how much fun it would be to hear her scream when the female cousins pulled it out by the handful. Before Leila was through translating all the recordings, Robin had gone to the bathroom and vomited.

When she came back, Leila said "There's more Robin. Or should we wait till tomorrow?"

"No, let's get it over with. It can't get any worse, can it?

"Yes it can Robin. Has Anwar asked you to visit Saudi Arabia with him?"

"No, but I always expected him to sometime or other."

"Well, that's when you need to be scared of and that's the one thing you better not do."

Then Leila told him about the conversations in which they planned how once she were in the Kingdom, they would keep her from ever leaving again. Robin was so ill that she couldn't drive back to Novato and had to call in sick the next day.

Once back home, she made up her mind to break off the relationship and had the lock changed on her apartment. The following weekend Anwar came down to Novato as usual. Robin met him in the parking lot and dropped the bomb on him. To her surprise, he had a well thought out defense system. Anwar got out his laptop and showed her several videos made in his Davis apartment. The first showed both of them naked together and then fucking wildly. In another, clearly showing her face, her head was bobbing up and down over his penis. This was followed by a close up of her face with semen dripping out over her lips. In another he was straddling her head as he face fucked her. In all of the videos, her moans and cries of pleasure were clearly audible. The bastard had prepared his apartment with a video recording system!

"And what are you going to do with these, you son of a bitch!" she had screamed.

"Well I could post them on YouPorn and see that certain people get the link – like maybe some folks in Gilroy, the Novato School Board. I don't know, we'll see."

Robin was about to ask him how he would like for the good righteous folks back in the desert kingdom to see him in YouPorn when she realized that his face had been blurred out.

Eyes full of tears, she slapped him, turned and went back inside leaving him standing in the parking lot. After a long cry, she phoned Leila and related the whole scene. Leila's response completely surprised her and relieved her at the same time.

"I'd rather have the whole damn state of California know I'd sucked off a Saudi cock than be a Saudi in a video calling King Abdullah a limp-dicked, ball-less cocksucker!"

Robin, remembering that she had sometimes forgotten to shut of the recorder after one of Anwar's phone calls, was relieved "Sometimes it's lucky to be forgetful." Then realization sunk in "On a video, not just a recording?"

Leila: "Yeah, a video. That's what was on the USB stick you brought me. Oh don't worry, I won't publish any of you and Anwar's torrid couch scenes."




First Time Tales



Remembering the wild fucks and blow-jobs in her living room, Robin's face got red and she trembled at the thought of her friend seeing on video what Anwar and her had done in the living room. At the same time, she was also relieved to have something on Anwar. Plus she trusted Leila, an ex-Muslim, who had her own grudge against holy hypocrites.

"Leila, what's next?"

"How about I put the limp-dick, ball-less King Abdullah video on YouTube and send the link to that good clean Muslim, Anwar?"

"And then?"

"Robin, Anwar might be a hypocrite and a prick but he's smart enough to know that if this video has the right tags, somebody back home is bound to see it and then he's got a lot more to worry about than you will if the school board sees a video of you with a mouth full of Arab semen."

And so it was that Robin managed to get rid of Anwar and she never heard from him again.

PRESENT DAY

While Robin telling Carol about the disastrous relationship with Anwar, Carol had taken her hands and was still holding them when she stopped. "Robin, I'm so sorry I asked you to tell me. I just didn't know all that you'd gone through with Anwar. Why don't we take a break from the storytelling and start back to the house and have some lunch?"

After a healthy lunch at Carol and Bryan's house, the two women decided it would be a fine thing to relax in the hot tub. While showering together they heard Melanie cry. After quickly drying off, the two women sat naked in deck chairs on the patio and Robin nursed the Melanie. Afterwards she placed a now sleeping Melanie in a covered bassinet and the two women happily entered the hot tub.

"Well Carol, would you like to hear about Ted and I?"

"I'd like nothing better. But you're okay with that aren't you?

"Sure. Well you remember I told you some things back then and you noticed that after meeting Ted, my life improved and just got better and better." Before beginning the narration to Carol, Robin closed her eyes and let her mind float back to the time when she met Ted and the development of their relationship.

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

Getting Anwar out of her life was one thing, getting over the hurt and humiliation was another. For months Robin submerged herself in her teaching job and suppressed everything else – including sex. For the first month she didn't even masturbate. One Saturday night alone in her apartment she had wine with dinner and afterwards sat in the living room listening to music and sipping the rest of the wine. Slowly in the wine induced elation, she realized that her self-enforced asexuality had to stop. She hadn't had an orgasm since the last time Anwar had fucked her. Maybe if she could just bring herself over the top, that would help break the bond that held her.

During the time that she was still in Davis and was together with Anwar, she hadn't masturbated once. She hadn't needed to, they had fucked so much that her needs were fully covered. After moving to Novato, she would occasionally masturbate during the week when they were apart. Those sessions weren't just casual rubbing while lying in bed, they were more like organized spiritual events. After preparing the couch with a towel, she would turn the lights down and put a soft music CD in the player. Completely undressed she would lie on the couch, close her eyes and begin by imagining that Anwar was there. Handsome masculine Anwar - black hair, olive skin, thin mustache, hairy chest and hefty circumcised penis standing out from his neatly trimmed black pubic hair. She imitated things that he did, both hands on her breasts, slow rubbing, then nipple pinching. Moving down with her right hand, the index and middle fingers would work their way up and down her slit, then down would go her left hand and with its middle finger she would massage her clitoris. As her crotch began to tingle and throb more and more she would introduce another finger, snugging it against the other two to simulate Anwar's penis. Rotating and wiggling the faux penis between the labia, she would become intensely wet and could now to probe her vagina, first with slow thrusts. As her need mounted to a frenzy, she would fuck herself madly with the three fingers until the crashing orgasm came – complete with muffled scream. 

Some women masturbate neutrally – that is without imagining a sexual partner. Not Robin. She needed to picture a sexual partner for those magic moments and since splitting with Anwar, imagining him as a sexual partner certainly wouldn't do anymore. She decided to imagine that a man, the exact opposite of Anwar, was in her living room. He would have light colored hair, be clean shaven, no chest hair and have an uncut penis. The penis part wasn't easy for her because before Anwar, she had never seen a real live naked adult male, cut or uncut. At first it was difficult and she didn't even get wet enough to get one finger into her vagina. She resorted to internet research and even printed out some photos of naked uncircumcised men that she placed on the coffee table for stimulation. This helped and after a number of sessions, she was not only able to get three fingers in, she actually had a scream orgasm. She now felt she was ready to reenter the dating pool.

Meeting men in high school and college is easy. They are in the same classes, there are dances, sport events and just plain bar hopping. Teaching at an elementary school generally means most of your colleagues will be women and the men that are there are pretty likely to be married. Bar hopping in a college environment is one thing, afterward in an adult working atmosphere, Robin couldn't face it. Carol suggested going to sponsored singles events like the Sierra Singles.

The next Saturday Robin joined that group on a hike in Point Reyes National Seashore. Gathered in the parking lot were a couple dozen participants. To Robin's disappointment, around two thirds were women and none of the men looked to be anywhere near her type – whatever that was. At least the fog was burning off rapidly and it looked as if a fine day was in the offing. After an hour and a half, the group reached the seashore and a short rest (and potty break) was called. Then a somewhat out of breath hiker arrived and asked if this was the Sierra Singles group. Asking the leader if he could still join, he apologized for being late, admitting that he had missed a turnoff on the drive.

That exchange caught Robin's ear because Anwar would never have apologized nor would he have admitted missing a turnoff. No, Anwar would have somehow made the leader feel like he was at fault or would have made up some macho excuse or other.

After they started walking again, she took a strategic position in the group – one that would offer the best chance of meeting Mr. Polite. Could she fake a stumble and get picked up by him? No, that might look to obvious because she wasn't that good an actress. When the group stopped for lunch, Mr. Polite took the initiative and sat near her and introduced himself as "Ted". Somehow he steered most of the conversation so that it revolved around her – where she worked, hobbies, education, environment, etc.. Afterwards back at the parking lot, he said that he'd like to see her again and asked her to go with him to a play in Berkeley the next weekend. Robin said she'd love to and so they started dating regularly. It was only after the play in Berkeley that she learned his last name and it was only after they had gone out four or five times that he finally told her that he worked for a hedge fund company in the San Francisco. Sensing that she wasn't into finance or business, he avoided talking about his work. It was only a few weeks later that she finally found out that he had an MBA from Berkeley and after graduation, had been heavily recruited by big name companies. Slowly it dawned on her that there might be a lot of substance behind Ted's modest and unassuming behavior.

They had only gone out a few times when she trusted him enough to tell about the affair with Anwar – not all the juicy details, just that he had turned out to be a real prick and had hurt her badly. Ted must have sensed her mood and the remaining hurt because, even after dating for several months, he still hadn't made a move towards them having sex. To Robin, it seemed that he was smoothly avoiding it and she even began to worry that he might be gay and that she was only an alibi girl friend.

PRESENT DAY

Carol slid closer to Robin and taking her hands asked "So you two went out together for what, like months, and you still hadn't done it? My God, that must've taken discipline!"

Robin: "Yeah, discipline, more on Ted's part than mine, because like I said, I just wasn't ready after the disaster with Anwar – at least not at first. He sensed right away where I was at and after I told him about being hurt so badly, he just accepted me the way I was. Slowly, the hurt melted and I started wishing that our relationship would get less platonic. 

Finally one Friday evening - we hadn't planned anything in particular - Ted came up to Novato and we went out for pizza and beer. Afterwards back at my place we watched the TV news and then I put some music on and we sat on the couch. Ted looked tired so I told him to lie down and put his head on my lap. Then I start thinking that the back of his head is within an inch or so from my you know what and damn if I didn't feel a little dampness between my legs. Of course Ted can't feel that I'm getting hot so I've got to let him know. So I bent over and initiated a kiss that he responded to. When we came up for air, I pulled his head against my chest hoping he'd notice that my nipples were getting hard. He got the idea and nuzzled my chest, first against my blouse before unbuttoning it and nuzzling my bra. Well Carol, you know how my nipples can react. I couldn't take it anymore so I just lifted the bra up so he could kiss my tits directly."

Carol: "So now he's sucking you like a baby?"

Robin: "Yeah but a lot stronger than Melanie sucks my titties so I'm wondering just how worked up he might be. I look at his crotch and see a real nice bulge. What a relief that was! I mean after thinking that he might just be gay! Anyway it looked like his dick is trying to break out of his jeans, which by the way were fairly tight fitting anyway. I really wanted to reach over and put my hand on that bulge but that seemed a little vulgar so I shifted myself as if to get more comfortable and at the same time asked him if he was comfortable. Ted says his jeans are a little snug and gives me a knowing look. That was the answer I wanted so I ask him why he don't just take them off. So still laying down with his head on my lap, he unbuckles and unzips and pulls off his jeans. He went back to smooching with my nipples and all the while I just couldn't stop looking at the bulge! And now it was a lot bigger bulge cause he only had briefs on."

Carol, placing her right hand on Robins pubis: "So I bet you reached over and started stroking the bulge?"

Robin: "Umm, that feels nice! No, at first I was too chicken or shy or whatever but when I'd just about worked up the courage to grab a handful, Ted saved me by asking if I'd mind if he took off his briefs. He took my kiss as a 'yes' and down went the briefs and out came Ted's erect penis. God but he was really hard and it was throbbing. He asked me if it was okay for me, I mean like was his penis okay. I didn't know if he meant was it big enough or too big or if I minded that he wasn't circumcised so my answer was to bend over and kiss it. At first without working his foreskin back I suckled the end and at the same time stroked the shaft with two fingers. I did it with two fingers so he would feel like his penis was really big. Then I backed off, sort of like to admire it before I rolled back the foreskin with my thumb and forefinger.

Oh that shiny red head was so pretty! So then I hold back his foreskin, make my lips really wet and put them against the tip, even sucking a little. Then I slowly go down over the head and work the rim with my lips. By now I hear him catching his breath and feel his thighs throbbing. Lips tight on the shaft I go all the way down to where my lips are almost in his pubic hair. I make my mouth get really moist and then I slowly bob up and down on him. On some of the upstrokes, I release his penis and my head goes up so I can look at it – like admire it – then I go down again. By now he's cooing my name, panting and really moaning, whispering my name over and over. I'm bobbing up and down on him faster and faster and then he whispers hoarsely 'Robin, oh dear Robin, I'm going to come!' Carol, a moment before I was ready to stop the blowjob and get myself fucked, oh how I wanted to be fucked! But that throbbing penis was begging for a release and a release is what I gave it.

My head was going up and down so hard, my neck started aching and then his legs tensed up, his balls receded completely and he came. And did he ever come! I could feel it splattering against my throat and all over the inside of my mouth! It was really something, I was really worked up and obviously so was Ted – but all he could say was 'Oh Robin, oh my dear Robin'."

Carol, now with a finger in between Robin's labia: "Oh how cool! So you got to swallow the first time you saw Ted's dick?"

Robin: "Partly, some must have run out of my mouth too. I kept his penis in my mouth as he got soft. I was so in touch with it that I could feel his foreskin sliding back over the head – you know with my tongue. Now you'd think that I'd back off but no I kept his soft penis in my mouth until he got back to breathing normal. Then I backed off and held it in my hand, again sort of like admiring it. We faced each other and kissed. His eyes were glassy with pleasure and appreciation. Finally it came out – I mean about his being self conscious about his penis. Well you know – the size and the long foreskin."

Carol: "My god, after you blow him and swallow and lick, he's still worried that you don't like his penis? You mean he actually asked you whether it was big enough and whether the foreskin mattered?"

Robin: "No, he asked something neutral like 'Is my penis okay for you?' I knew what he meant though because it was smaller than Anwar's and of course Anwar, being Muslim, was circumcised. I think Ted really needed me to say that his penis was fine so I did. I told him 'Ted, your penis is fine, it's going to fill me just right.' Then he asked if I minded the foreskin so I said something like 'Ted I'm really okay with your foreskin. Didn't I just make love to it?' Then I tell him rolling his foreskin back was sort of like opening a present."

Carol, now massaging Robin's labia with two fingers: "That's a neat way to put it but, yeah that's how I felt when the two of us were in the shower with Ted. Oh sorry for interrupting, go on now!"

Robin: "Anyway he's now getting hard again and asks me if we could make love. I nod yes and point to the bedroom. Somewhere on the way to the bed we just sort of melted out of our clothes and on the bed he kisses my pussy but before he can give me head, I tell him something like 'No Ted, maybe later, right now I just want you to fuck me'. Then he's on me and the head of his dick is in my labia and my mouth is wide open, I'm already about to scream but I hold back and gasp something like 'Ted I want all of you in me, please Ted, fuck me now!'"

Carol slid two fingers into Robin's vagina and twirled them slowly, at the same time very slowly stroking.

Robin: "Then he was in me all the way and we were both thrusting madly. Then I squirted and screamed, Ted lasted a little longer before I felt his come hit me inside."

Carol now had three fingers in Robin's vagina and was stroking wildly. She saw Robin open her mouth to scream so she covered it with her lips and the two women kissed deeply as Robin spasmed, legs outstretched and hips gyrating. Even in the warm water, Carol could feel Robin's juices against the palm of her hand as she, Carol, came herself.

Afterwards, as both women were relaxing, their breathing now back to normal, Robin wondered aloud "Carol, didn't we just pollute the hot tub? I mean you and Bryan are both so religious about showering first and now we both squirt in the water."

Carol: "Getting clean before getting in the water is something we can do something about. Ejaculating with sex – that's something we can't do anything about."

Robin: "Do you and Bryan fuck in the pool a lot?"

Carol: "Once in while. I think we both get more out of undressing each other as a part of regular sex. The other thing is, I like having my ass on a good solid bed when Bryan puts it to me. It's not like we don't do it in water. I think we've fucked in every swimmable natural water body we've ever been in. In Acapulco, we swam early every morning and never once got back to the hotel without doing it."

Robin: "Oh Ted and I've done that too. Do you do it like we do? Ted takes his trunk down and stands, I take off my bikini bottom, wrap my legs around his waist and slide down on his hard pole. But you're right about the benefit of a good solid bed. Fucking in water is different, you've got to thrust carefully and in unison. Once we fell over and we both ended up coughing up seawater. Ted lost his erection and I lost my bikini bottom. He had to get a towel to wrap me in for the walk back to the hotel."

Carol laughing, "You should've walked back without the towel. All the men, and some of the women too, would've loved seeing your pretty red pussy. To answer your question though, Brian and I do it in the water pretty much like that too, but I always put my bikini bottom around my arm like a bracelet. I hate to brag, but we've never fallen over and I've never lost my bikini bottom."

Then they heard a car door close and a few seconds later the side gate being opened. Carol realized Bryan must be home. To Robin she said "Sure glad Bryan didn't get home five minutes earlier." She called to Bryan that they were in the hot tub and as he came around to the back of the house, asked if he'd had lunch with the client as planned.

"Hello my bathing lovelies! Yep, Haley and I had lunch with the client and his trophy wife." (Haley, a successful Bay Area architect through whom Bryan regularly got structural design work, was the architect for the clients, a well-to-do doctor and his wife.)

Carol: "So how did the meeting go? You thought it was going to be difficult."

Bryan: "Fortunately, Haley knows how to handle these rich dudes who have to impress their trophy wives by being nasty to anybody who works for them. I think we finally convinced him that without bracing, their new house is going to end up down on Bridgeway Avenue come the next little earthquake. The guy's wife ended up being really nice and helped bring him down to earth too. Haley really connected with her and that sure didn't hurt."

Carol: "You think the wife was lesbian too?"

Bryan: "Nah, they didn't connect like that. Anyway Haley's got a partner and I really think those two are faithful to each other."

Robin: "You gonna join us in the tub, Bryan?"

Bryan: "Wouldn't miss it for the world! I'm off to the shower."

Shortly after they had purchased the house, Bryan had added on to the back of the garage to provide space for a changing room and shower for when they used the hot tub. This addition stuck back from the rear side of the house so the patio was in a U formed by the ell of the house and the addition. A door off the patio led into the changing room.

Bryan was taking off his shirt before he even got to the door. The women heard the shower running for a minute or two and out came Bryan dressed in his birthday suit. They couldn't help but notice that his penis wasn't hanging when he came out the door and by the time he got to the edge of the hot tub, it was at a near right angle to his body.




First Time Tales: Craig - Orkney



I was nineteen, shy, skinny and awkward. Needless to say I was still a virgin and everyone thought that I was simply sexless. But what they didn't know was the kind of thoughts that pounded through my head.

My dreams were filled with beautiful lads, with pretty faces and sexy, ripe red lips. I dreamed of redheads and blondes with snake hips and big, sparkling eyes. Yet too, my dreams were filled with big beefy builders showing their 'builders bums'. And I dreamed also of dark haired stocky lads with menacing-looking faces and chunky thighs and of dark, swarthy men with hairy arms and dark, mysterious eyes. Without my imagination I would have withered away because of loneliness but inside I was alive; I could have anyone that my heart desired and I did, night after night.

And yet, there comes a time when you have to get real. I could feel that my body needed sex. I needed the touch of a man's hands. I needed to know, for real, how it felt to surrender your body to a man's hungry urgency. But I knew that I was not going to get what I wanted here on the island. What I wanted most was someone my own age, someone that I could go out with and hold hands with and kiss and cuddle with. But I was so horny that I knew I would go down on my knees for a grizzly fifty year old if he so much as shook his cock at me. Can you actually die of lust, I wondered.

And then one day this guy walked into the shop I worked in and my heart skipped a beat. He was short and stocky, with bright ginger hair and the most amazing green eyes I had ever seen. He was just on the cusp of being pretty, soon to be a fully fledged handsome man. I noticed that he had just the slightest hint of fluff on his upper lip and chin but his pale cheeks were still smooth. His shapely lips were cherry red, matching the lips in my dreams hue for hue. He stood a good six inches shorter than me, making me feel protective of him and suddenly I got the weirdest feeling inside me. 'This is going to be my first boyfriend.' a voice inside my head was telling me.

I watched him browsing and when he turned around I couldn't help noticing the firm little bum filling out his snug jeans. Yes, I would have preferred him snake-hipped and a few pounds lighter but he was who he was and I was determined to enjoy all of him. I noticed him looking over at me once in a while and I was thinking 'Please God, don't let him be a shoplifter.' I smiled each time he looked over, hoping that I didn't look too goofy or crazed. I mean, who teaches you these things? How is a guy supposed to know how to flirt with another dude? Straight guys have a huge support network but I grew up thinking that I was the only gay guy in Scotland, let alone on the island.

And then he came over and asked a question about a product. I tried to sound knowledgeable but my heart was pounding away inside my ribcage and my mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. He decided he would buy it and I rang up the sale. And now my elation was dashed; our moment was over and soon he would walk out of my life for good.

'Thanks,' he said as he took his change from me 'perhaps I'll see you around.'

'Well, you know where to find me.' I replied.

'Yeah.' he said, then added 'I'm looking for a job so if you know of anything going...'

I couldn't believe my luck! Just that morning the man who owned the store next door asked me if I knew of anyone reliable. I had no idea if my red-head was reliable or not but I would big him up to the stars if I had to.

'I do know of a job vacancy,' I told him 'so if you give me a contact number I'll speak to the guy and let you know what he says.'

'Oh wow!' he replied. 'If I get that job I'm taking you out for a slap-up meal.'

I was tripping, floating away in a cotton-candy cloud when I went to see the owner of the shop next door an hour later to tell him I knew someone who needed a job. I explained to him that Hamish was twenty and had recently moved to the main island to try and find work. Hamish could have been from Mars, as far as he was concerned. All he wanted to know was when Hamish could start.

My hands were shaking when I called Hamish's number. He couldn't believe the good news and told me to tell the man he would be there first thing the next day. I went into the shop the next day during my lunch break and Hamish was as pleased as punch and as handsome as fuck in his best clothes.

'What are you doing Friday night?' he asked me.

'Nothing.' I replied.

'Then you're coming to the pub with me.' he announced.

My knees just about held out enough for me to get back to my own job. I couldn't believe that I had a date, well...a little man-date. I couldn't wait for Friday to roll around so I could spend some quality time alone with Hamish. Just the sound of his name rolling off my tongue was enough to make me hard and over the next two nights I wanked so many times that my cock ached. The poor thing was just about rubbed raw so Thursday I rested it just on the off chance that it might see some action on Friday. But who was I kidding? There was just a certain way that Hamish had about him that told me that he was straight.

Still, that didn't stop me feeling on top of the world when at last we closed up the shop on Friday evening. I stepped outside to find Hamish waiting for me. I don't quite know how to describe the feeling that washed over me. I mean, how keen was he! Even if he was straight he sure knew how to make a guy's heart flutter. This little ginger stud muffin was pushing all the right buttons and I didn't feel quite so geeky and isolated anymore. I had a friend! A hot little dude with a handsome, sweet face and a cute little bum. I almost had a boner right there on the street!

'I thought we could go and have a couple of beers and then a bite to eat.' he said.

'Sure.' I replied, trying to sound casual.

If only he know what I wanted to eat. If he knew how much I wanted to unbutton his shirt and pull it out of those tight little trousers, how much I wanted to stroke his chest and kiss his nipples. And did Hamish know how I longed to drop down to my knees and tug on his trousers and undies until at last that little red bush lay exposed to my gaze. Would he be shocked if he knew how I longed to inhale the scent of his balls and to take his cock in my mouth and peel back his foreskin with my tongue? We reached a narrow strip of pavement and I let him walk in front of me so I could watch his firm, full bum bouncing around in his trousers. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This little dude was off the scale of hotness and he was about to give me a heart attack.

We got to the pub and Hamish ordered two pints of ale and found us a table. I liked the fact that it was in a corner, away from the other people in the pub. I sat with my back to the rest of the pub so that no-one could see me drooling over Hamish. 

'So, do you have a boyfriend?' he asked me.

'How did you know that's what I'm into?' I asked him.

'I can see the way you look at me.' he replied.

Damn! Had I been too obvious? 

'Don't you mind?' I asked him.

'Not really,' he replied. 'I'm twenty and wet behind the ears, as they say, so I'm willing to try anything once.'

'But what you really want is a girl, right?' I asked, dreading the answer.

'Yes.' he said. 'But not many girls take much notice of me. I mean, look at me! I'm not exactly a catch. But the way you look at me...it's exciting, you know...I want a girl to look at me that way but no one, apart from you, has ever looked at me like that before so no, I don't mind it at all.'

'Have you ever... you know, been with anyone?' I asked him.

'No, never.' he said. 'How about you?'

'I'm still a virgin.' I told him.

'That makes two of us.' he replied. 'I think we should do something about it.'

'What? You want me to help you pick up girl?' I asked.

'No silly,' he chuckled 'you look at me like you want something I've got so if you're really nice to me tonight I might just let you have it.'

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had been trying to work out a Plan B, what to do if he told me that he was straight and not interested and here he was offering it to me on a plate.

'Are you bi?' I asked him.

'I don't really think of myself that way.' he said 'If you put a girl and a guy in front of me and ask me which one I wanted I would choose the girl every time. But right now no one is giving me that choice. All that fate has sent my way is this guy, but he is a real nice guy and no one has ever made me feel as special as he has so I'm not going to say no, am I?' 

I was a little disappointed. I would have to readjust my dreams. There would be no happy ever after with Hamish buy hey, you can't have everything, can you. 

'Most guys would.' I pointed out.

'Well, I'm not most guys. I can't command the kind of attention that they do. Most girls don't even seem to know that I exist.' he said. 'I can't tell you how horny I am. I think about sex all the time and I keep hoping....'

'That's just crazy. You're so beautiful.' I said.

He put his hand on mine then. I almost jumped right out of my skin at the feel of his warm skin on mine.

'You're going to get fucked tonight!' he whispered.

Sitting there in that pub with Hamish, feeling tipsy and eating greasy sausages and chips felt like being out on the most romantic date the world had ever known. Maybe he didn't want me but that wasn't going to stop him having sex with me! I couldn't believe it; we were going to have sex! Maybe one day he would have a wife and kids and a mortgage but his first memory of sex would always be one of me.

I was renting a room in a house because, like Hamish, I had left my family behind and moved to the main island to find work. I knew my landlady wouldn't mind if I brought someone back to my room, even if it was a guy. All she cared about was that you paid her on time, and cash-in-hand, so that she had enough money for booze and fags. She was slowly dying from a broken heart and until I met Hamish I thought that too would be my fate. It was sad that he was only to be my springboard to another life and not 'the one' but at nineteen you think like that. You see some cute guy and think you're going to be with him for life.

I took Hamish back to my place and I swear there was a smirk on the landlady's face. She probably knew what I would be getting up to that night. The moment I closed the door of my room Hamish pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight.

'I sure hope you know what to do.' he whispered into the base of my neck.

I chuckled.

'What's so funny?' he asked.

'It's just...you know, the height difference.' I replied.

'Are you calling me short?' he pretended to be cross.

In that moment he was so fucking sexy that I wished I could capture and keep that magic forever. There was a naughty twinkle in his eye even though his facial expression suggested he wasn't amused at me pointing out the height difference between us. How had I had such luck to pull such a seriously sexy little man? It was time to act; I had rehearsed this moment over and over in my head and now was my time to shine.

I didn't answer his question. Instead I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his trousers just as I had done in my mind's eye. His chest and belly were completely smooth and his nipples were but two tiny pink nubs. All the hard physical work he had put in on his family's farm before coming to the main island had shaped his torso into a work of art. It was as though he was carved from marble and I was blown away by the beauty that I had revealed. I dropped to my knees and kissed his smooth, pale belly while stroking his muscular back. His skin was warm and smooth in my hands, just as I had imagined it would be. I could feel his hard cock crushed up against my chest and it was hard to resist diving in and grabbing it right away.

A beauty such as Hamish needed to be cherished and I kissed up his chest now to worry his little nipples between my teeth and tongue. I'd read and watched enough porn to have some vague idea of what might feel good for my little-man lover. My cock was leaking a river of precum in my underpants and matched his in its throbbing hardness. I broke off my kisses to look up at Hamish. His eyes were closed and there was this most amazing look upon his face. I knew I was definitely doing something right and before this night was out I was determined to please him in a way that he would remember for a lifetime.

I went back to licking and nibbling my way across his defined chest and flat belly, making him shudder when I licked into his belly button. I looked down now at the throbbing bulge in his trousers and could resist no longer. I undid his fly button and lowered his zipper and then tugged on his trousers. He stepped out of them and I tossed them aside. There at last lay the jewel, hidden only by a thin layer of cotton. I teased the fingers of my right hand over the length of his hard cock while my left hand reached round for a feel of that fantastic arse of his. My cock twitched in my undies as his fuckflesh filled my hands and I felt almost faint through the intensity of my lust. I resisted the urge to sniff his balls through his undies just in case he misconstrued my actions. The last thing I wanted was for him to think me kinky, or to think that I thought his stinky yet I knew there was no smell that this gorgeous man could produce that I would ever find repugnant. He was, quite simply, what was sex was meant to be.

I hooked my forefingers in the waistband of his underpants and yanked them down. His musky crotch scent filled my nostrils while his slender, pale cock jumped out and almost slapped me in the face. I was pleased to see that he didn't have a thick cock; it would make it so much easier for me when I impaled myself on his rod. He had a big bush of bright yellow pubic hair that was just the most fucking attractive thing I had ever seen. I couldn't resist any longer and buried my nose in that silky, damp thatch and deeply inhaled his manly aroma. It exceeded my expectations in every way and I had to force myself to withdraw from his ambrosial garden before I shot my bolt. Hamish's balls were big and red and silky smooth in my hand now as I roiled them around, enjoying the heft of those fun bags that would deliver the nectar that I craved. He sighed softly as I played with his balls with my left hand while stroking the silky smoothness of his plump little bum with my right.

His pale skinny cock was up at a forty five degree angle and the head was still covered by its foreskin. I hoped that it would not be too tight to retract and took his cock now in my hand and gently tugged the skin back. Amazingly that tight skin rolled back on itself very easily revealing a very, very red and shiny knob. His cock was just the tiniest bit whiffy but I had already established that he turned me on so much that nothing could be anything but a turn on and so it was with this full-on scent and the tiny little bead of waxy cheese that I saw clinging to the base of his angry looking cock head. I took him into my mouth now and savoured these brand new taste sensations. My first cock! I could not believe it. He bellowed like a bull as my tongue bathed his sensitive cockhead in saliva.

'Oh fuck that feels good!' he moaned.

Nowhere near as good as having that first cock on my tongue, I was sure. I stroked his warm thighs and teased his big balls as I worked his cock the best way I knew how. I could feel his fingers dig into my shoulders and I should have recognized the warning signs but I was too far gone on cock-lust. Suddenly he grunted and I could feel these massive bursts of jizz shooting into the back of my mouth. I swallowed quickly and eagerly so as not to waste a precious drop. I came off him licking my lips and I was surprised when he leaned down and kissed me full on the lips.

'I'm sorry I came so soon.' he said 'but you have no idea how good that felt.' 

'I suppose this is where you get dressed and tell me it was all a mistake.' I said. 

I hated that I sounded so petulant but it seemed like some kind of insurance against a broken heart.

'No.' he said. 'Why would I do that?' It won't take me long to get hard again. Can we lie down on the bed for a bit?'

I climbed into his arms and lay close to him, feeling his hand on my belly. This was as perfect as it could ever get, I told myself: just me and Hamish alone together, naked and relaxed and at ease with each other. We didn't speak; there seemed no need. My cock was so hard that it ached and it was a relief when at last I felt his warm hand close around it. He jerked me very slowly and observed that my cock was somewhat larger than his, both in length and girth.

'I'm glad I'm not taking this up my bumhole.' he said.

'That's what you think.' I teased.

'Yeah, right.' he shot back.

But I think he was really getting into this man-sex stuff. His strokes became a lot more confident while his breathing grew more ragged. After a little while he kissed me on the neck and shoulders. And just when I thought he had reached the apex of his homoerotic passion he flipped me onto my back and took my cock in his mouth. Whoa! It was just the hottest thing I had ever known in my short life. My throbbing knob was engulfed by his warm, slick mouth and he was really going to town on licking me up. His free hand now started stroking my thighs, the way I had done him and then they strayed onto my balls and into my crack. I writhed around on that bed like a porno python when his finger brushed over my virginal pucker. This was what it was all about! I looked down at Hamish's handsome face which was a picture of concentration as he worked my rod. His eyes were closed and it looked like he was really enjoying what he was doing, like he wasn't just doing this to return the favour. My whole body was just one huge pleasure zone; in that moment I lived and breathed purely to be Hamish's toy and I could not get enough of what he was doing to me. But as he pressed his middle finger against my bumhole and it started to give way to the pressure my cock just exploded. I tried to cry out a warning but I was too late. I could feel the pulse of my heavy cum load as it left my cock and flooded poor Hamish's mouth.

'Yuck!' he said as he came off my cock, but I could see by the look in his eyes that it wasn't yuck at all.

'Do you think we could take a shower?' he asked.

'Sure.' I replied. 'My landlady is probably fast asleep by now.'

I asked Hamish if he wanted to go first but he said he wanted to shower with me. I suggested we have a bath instead. I lay back in the warm water and he lay back against my chest. I still couldn't really take in the fact that I had had my first experience of sex but until I felt Hamish slide up inside me I would still count myself a virgin. I kissed his neck and thanked him for pleasuring me the way he had.

'Do you still...you know, want to take it up the bum?' he asked.

'Definitely, if you're offering.' I told him.

'Well that way it will feel like we're not virgins anymore, won't it.' he said.

'That's exactly what I was thinking.' I told him.

We lay in the bath for another half an hour, just enjoying touching and stroking. Hamish told me about his life back home and I told him a little about mine. I had never felt so intimate with anyone, and not just in the physical sense. That feeling that Hamish would be my first boyfriend didn't seem quite so daft now. It was just so easy to be with him.

We dried off and went back to my room. Hamish told me to lie down on the bed and he started stroking my back. Damn, did that feel good! And when his hands stroked lower and lower until they reached my peachy little arse I could tell that he was really getting into this whole experience. He kneaded my bumcheeks like he was working a lump of dough and though he was a little rough I didn't mind. I liked the fact that my arse was turning him on, that he wanted to touch it this way. And then came the surprise. Suddenly he pulled my arsecheeks apart and his hot little tongue was roaming all over my squeaky clean bumhole. I let out a little yelp as pleasure coursed through my body. I could not believe what he was doing but I knew I liked it a lot. I pushed my little butt back against him and felt his tongue probe deeper into me while his fingers delicately stroked my balls. This was too much and I was in danger of spewing.




First Time Tales: Craig - Orkney



I broke away from him and retrieved my lube from where I had hidden it. I had been so embarrassed when I had gone out and bought it the day before as I thought the cashier knew exactly what I wanted it for. He was a spotty straight boy and I could imagine him telling all of his friends about how this guy had come in to buy some personal lubricant and how they would laugh as they discussed what I wanted it for. But he was bored and hardly seemed to notice what I was buying and now this little tube was worth its weight in gold. Hamish watched me as I worked the lube into my bumhole. His cock was very, very hard and it was almost as if it too was watching me and waiting for its chance.

I lay down again and no sooner had I done so than I felt Hamish above me. His hard throbbing cock rubbed over my arsehole and I let out a little groan. That first touch of cock on bumhole was one I knew I would never, ever forget. He teased up and down my crack until in desperation I begged him to spear me. He entered me with one quick lunge and I had to force myself not to cry out. I had no idea it would hurt that bad. I think he could sense that something was wrong because he kept still now and allowed me time to adjust to the invasion. Hamish began to fuck me very, very slowly and very tenderly. Just shallow little strokes and soon my reluctant arsehole was starting to feel a little less sore and before long I could feel something really good going on back there. I would have let Hamish fuck me even if the pain never went away, that's how much I wanted him. But now, as he fucked so sweetly all pain vanished and I was rewarded by the most amazing sensation of pleasure. It seemed the most logical thing in the world to slide a hard, hungry cock up a lubed-up bumhole. Yes, it made perfect sense. It was what I wanted, and needed and I was just glad that right now it was what Hamish needed too.

Hamish grew a little more adventurous now, pulling all the way out of me and then sliding back deep. He kept telling me how good it felt. His voice was barely above a whisper and sounded so incredibly sexy. I wished that I could look down on myself getting fucked and see Hamish's hungry cock biting into my equally hungry bumhole. We were a team, locked together in lust and the need to leave our virginal days behind us. Barely a week ago I was desperate for sex and now here I was getting it in the most pleasurable way. I loved it when he sighed deeply; I knew he was feeling something extra good just then. Each time he pulled right out of my chute and then slid back in he would sigh like that. And my hungry hole welcomed him back into its tight embrace. My cock throbbed underneath me, rubbing against the sheet as he fucked me into the mattress. He might only have been a little guy but there was plenty of power in those hips of his. 'Oh fuck, this is too much...' he sighed.

His breathing was ragged and I knew my baby was close. I egged him on by clamping my ring tight against his thrusting cock.

'Ohhhhh!' he groaned.

He no longer had words. He was really laying in to me now, fucking deep and hard and my whole world was south of my belly and north of my knees. I kept on gripping his throbber each time it sank back into me and then suddenly, without warning, my balls erupted and I was spunking into the sheets.

'Oh fuck I'm cumming.' I cried out.

Moments later Hanish's loud grunt told me that he was joining me on that high and I felt his heavy load of spunk wet my happy arse. He lay down on my back and waited for his softening cock to slide out of me.

'I guess this means we're not virgins anymore.' he said.

'It sure does.' I replied.

I continued to see Hamish, and to make love with him, for close on a year after that. And then one day he met a girl from Edinburgh and the rest, as they say, is history.