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First Time IRL

By: overseas



I had to actually do a little research on this one. Again, please leave public comments or send me direct feedback. You have no idea how much your thoughts mean to me.

This might be the last new story for a while; I've got to get back to playing golf.

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I had to search 'Google' just to find out what in the hell a lot of it meant. 

Let me begin again; I'm basically a 'straight' guy, but sometimes I'd fantasize about being with a guy. I found that I could explore my fantasies through 'M4M Chatrooms' (man-for-man). The chatrooms allowed me to explore some wild stuff while at the same time remaining anonymous.

I'd joined an online service and began my journey, entering various chatrooms, trying to get the hang of things. I soon realized that most of the hot talk took place in the M4M chatrooms. I began to regularly frequent some specific rooms. It surprised me that I'd actually developed 'relationships' with some of the regular members. 

The chatroom slang was a bit much at first and I had to actually get a list of web slang, lingo and acronyms; hell I'm looking at the list right now. A typical conversation might go: "whats your asl (age/sex/location)", or "brb (be right back) gotta take a leak". One time a guy actually wrote: "LOL (laughing out loud) ... that's to funny ... LMAO (laughing my ass off) ... BSEG (big shit eating grin)" Folks online tend to use lower case letters and minimally punctuate often separating thoughts with "...", words are often intentionally misspelled or abbreviated in an attempt at saving typing time. 

One guy and I'd been chatting together for several weeks, 'talking' mostly about sex. He was a lot like me; fantasizing about being with a man, but never having done so. Our online conversations eventually got hotter and hotter; soon we were having online JO (jack-off) sessions. It's surprisingly difficult to type with one hand.

As things progressed with my online partner, it became obvious that we would eventually meet in person. One time he 'wrote': "lets do f2f (face to face) and meet IRL (in real life)". His online name was "hotcock4u2005"; mine was "newguywantsit". 

We'd also exchanged 'jpegs' (a photo file). The photo he sent was of a nude guy bent forward as he held his hard cock; his stomach was lean, the stomach muscles clearly defined; his face was not visible. My photo showed me in profile, holding my erect cock. I have a nice body if I do say so.

We'd finally decided to meet the following Saturday night, 8 PM. I'd given him my address and directions and even a phone number in case he got lost. I got my place ready, actually cleaning things up a little. I had some beer ready and all of the sexual items were lined up near my bed.

Promptly at eight the doorbell rang. I looked through he window and saw a handsome guy standing there; it had to be 'hot cock'. I answered the door and said, "Hot cock?"

He burst into laughter and answered, "Yes ... new guy?"

My laughter followed his and I beckoned him to enter. I said, "Just call me Dave."

"I'm Rich," he answered.

"Good, I like a man with money."

"Yeah, yeah, heard that a few times."

Our online friendship had successfully passed into 'real life'.

I offered Rich a beer that then opened one for myself. The two of us went to the family room and sat down. We talked for a long time, consuming beers and laughing about the crazy people we'd encountered online. I liked Rich in person as much as online.

The night grew on when he finally said, "We've been dancing around the real reason for getting together tonight; know what I mean?"

I said, "Yeah, you're right, are we really going to do this?"

"Yes, I think I'd like to try. I wanted the first guy I had sex with to be someone I was comfortable with. You're pretty cool," he stated.

"How about we smoke just a little dope before we start. I'm still kinda nervous, but I still want this to really happen."

"Sounds fine, I like a little of the 'herb' sometimes." 

I found my 'pot', the joints pre-rolled. We smoked, passing the joints between us. I could feel myself slide into that wonderful dreamy state of mind, my body now totally relaxed. I said, "I've got some kinda special music; it's by a band called 'Dubtribe', one of their first CDs was called 'Selene Songs'. This shit is amazing, but a little 'dated'. I've used it on women lots of times. Its not really 'normal' music, it's a lot more deep and sensual. They put some simulated heartbeats into it. I've had some very nasty sex while listening to it."

"Sounds really good, anything to take the mood farther," he answered.

I got up and put on the CD. The first tune, 'Memory (part one)', is very heavy. It just changes the atmosphere. I could feel the slow rhythms began to enter my body. Rich seemed to slip into the mood too. 

I softly said, "Let's do this," and sat down beside him. I leaned into Rich and put my hand on his neck, caressing him where his blood was close to the surface. We were looking into each other's eyes, both of us very nervous, but also very excited. Isn't it amazing how the first time is always the best time? I could tell this was to be one of the best nights of my life. I hoped Rich felt the same.

Neither of us had kissed a man before; it was time to try. I leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. I could immediately feel the difference between kissing a man and kissing a woman; I could feel the bristle of his beard, his lips were rougher too. I closed my eyes and went on with the kiss; our mouths were open, our tongues beginning their dance.

The kiss lasted for a very, very long time; we'd silently agreed that this night was to last, no quick 'bang'. 

The music continued to play in the background; the rhythm deep and sensual. I pulled away for a moment and removed my shirt; Rich did the same. We returned to the kiss, this time our bodies much closer. I could feel his chest against mine. My hands roamed his face and chest, stopping to caress his nipples.

Rich ran his fingernails through my scalp causing my skin to ripple. I could actually feel my temperature rise, my body heating up. I stood and dropped my pants, stepping out of them and kicked them aside. I shucked my briefs too, standing nude before him. Rich stood and had his off in just seconds to follow.

We returned to the kiss and began to stroke each other's cocks. His cock was very similar to mine, fairly long and a little thick. He looped his arm around my back and pulled me very close, compressing my body to his. 

I grabbed his ass, pulling his hips to mine. The total contact of our flesh was incredibly exciting. Our kiss continued with genuine lust; we were stroking each other and moving our hands over one another's body.

We finally broke the kiss when he said, "Where's the bedroom?"

We moved very quickly to that spot and renewed the passionate kiss. This was the single most erotic moment of my life. I leaned against the side of the bed as Rich got to his knees. He said, "Just let me take my time, I've never sucked cock before and really want to enjoy this."

I held myself in place, hands on the edge of the bed. I watched as Rich began to suck his first cock. 

He loosely held my balls with his left hand and lightly stroked my cock with his right. He was totally concentrated on what he was doing, his gaze never leaving my cock or balls. He took his time learning the feel and texture of my cock. He began to lightly lick the head, occasionally sticking the tip of his tongue into my pee-hole. As I watched, he ran his tongue down the length of my cock, sometimes just holding the shaft against his cheek, feeling its warmth. He got lower and lightly licked my balls; he was gentle and smooth.

I could hear him take in a breath through his nose, smelling the lust on me. He finally brought his mouth to the end of my cock and slowly, very slowly, began to suck me. He went took his time, really wanting to experience it. I could feel the wetness of his mouth as he began to move it back and forth. I moved my left hand to the top of his head, not pulling him, but just to make contact. I ran my fingers through his hair. Suddenly Rich forced himself deep; I could feel the entire length of my cock in his mouth. He held himself in place, his throat occasionally contracting in gag-reflex.

He looked up into my eyes. The sight of his handsome face totally filled with my cock was very hot. I had never been this excited in my life; I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. I put both hands on his head and began to fuck his mouth. Rich took the hint and dropped his arms to his side. 

I moved my hips back and forth, fucking his hot mouth. Strands of spit dripped from his chin. Rich allowed me to use his face like but he never touched himself. This went on for sometime, my movements in time with the sensual background music. 

I could feel myself getting close, so I pulled free, not wanting to cum this soon, wanting this to last. Rich fell to the floor on his back moaning, "Fucking incredible."

It was my turn now; I wanted to taste my first cock. I got to the floor and spread his knees. I knelt between them and slowly stroked his wonderful cock. I bent down and took his cock into my mouth; the flavor surprised me, almost raw.

I was on my knees, kneeling forward and giving him pleasure. He lightly held my head, and then began to increase the pressure of his hands, pulling himself deeper into my throat. His simple act causing my spleen to empty, giving me a blood lust of passion. I wanted his cock deep, as deep as he could push it into my throat.

He held me in place, giving my face short thrusts of his hips. He must have also gotten close because he pushed me away and said, "Wow, I almost popped."

We sat on the floor, regaining our senses. I said, "Up for more?"

"Yes, are we really going to fuck?"

"Yeah, I really think so," I finished.

He got on my bed, face down, and spread his legs. I got between his legs and held his ass cheeks apart and began to lick his hole. He began to moan saying, "Amazing, do it some more."

I continued to lick my first asshole. The taste was very powerful, almost primal. Rich began to push against my face, seemingly wanting my tongue deep inside.

He pulled his knees up and put his face in his hands. His back was arched forward. He said, "Let's do this, fuck me."

I had earlier prepared everything we might need. I reached for the bottle of Astro-Glide and applied some to my cock. I brought the tip on my hard lubed cock to his hole and asked, "Hard or soft?"

He answered, "Just fuck me; give it to me."

With that I pushed forward, not stopping until I was fully inside of him. He almost screamed, arching his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck that hurts," he said.

I was holding him by the hips not wanting to loose what I'd gained. He dropped back to the bed and said, "It OK now, fuck me good." I began with short gentle strokes, Rich said, "No, give it to me."

That's all it took, I began to lengthen my strokes, almost pulling free on each backstroke. I slammed into him, Rich meeting each stroke, our bodies colliding. My body was covered in sweat, as was his. Rich had his hands spread wide, gripping the sheets. God this was good. 

Rich finally pulled away and groaned out, "Break time."

I was panting, my heart pounding. I loosely fell to the bed. I said, "Wow, this stuff is amazing, no wonder so many guys try it."

We rested for a long time, regaining composure. We each had a beer, both of us still naked, the feeling natural. He said, "I want some more, we've got all night. I think I want to taste some cum too."

"Mine's all yours," I laughed.

The next two hours were spent fucking and sucking, we switched positions and 'roles' often. We tried sucking each other in front of the mirror, we fucked on my kitchen counter; we even went to my back deck and fucked outside. This was the single most amazing evening of my sexual life.

Later, during one of our breaks he said, "I still want a taste of that cum."

"Let's sixty-nine then, I want to taste yours too." 

We got into position on the bed; I was on top. I held his cock and again began to deep-throat him. Rich was spreading my ass cheeks and licking my hole. Each lap of his tongue made me suck him harder, the passion looping, multiplying. 

He moved to my cock where the 'true' sixty-nine began. We were sucking each other hard now, both trying to give the other greater pleasure. His cock was getting thicker now, I was sure mine was too.

With my cock partially in his mouth he said, "I'm close."

I lifted up and said, "Me too."

Our sucking got more intense, saliva dripped everywhere; my face was covered in his juices. I began to feel him stiffen, my cue to go deep. Sperm jumped from his cock, deep into my mouth and throat, that set me off and I pressed my hips into his face, my cock twitching with each spurt of cum. 

We continued to suck and suck, empting the other of cum. I kept a lot of it in my mouth, then pulled away from him and pulled his face to mine. He must have saved some of my cum too as our mouths together made for a huge load. We swapped the warm cum mixture back and forth, tasting it with our tongues. He pulled away and looked directly at me then swallowed deeply, I did the same.

We were then as one. 

First Time Is A Great Time!!



The day was going just as any other day. A long day at work followed by the short drive home from the office. Jeff walked in the door at the usual time and took the usual shower. A hot 15-minute shower spent washing off the feeling of a full day's work. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped up with a towel. A sense of excitement came over him. He had been waiting for this all day long. A new black dress had arrived in the mail yesterday along with a pair of black platform sandals. It was the perfect little summer outfit for a night on the town. Unfortunately, this outfit would never see a night on the town. 

In recent years Jeff had become more comfortable with dressing up. He had come a long way from the humble beginnings. As a young boy he didn't understand the desires he had felt. The desire within always scared him. Growing up in a home with two rough brothers and a sports loving father. He did not want to be different from them so he took interests in all of the things that they did. However, there was always something that drew him towards his mother's closet. 

Many days when he was home alone, he pulled out her shoes and would slide his feet in. He enjoyed walking past the mirror looking at his legs in the shoes. One day at the age of 16, he got up the nerves to look into her underwear drawer. It was something that he knew he should not be doing but he could not help himself. 

Pulling out a pair of thigh stockings like the ones he had only seen on TV, he immediately pulled them on. He was taken over by the feeling of them against his skin. It was a feeling that he would never forget. And whenever he had the chance, he would sneak into the drawer and pull out the stockings, carefully pulling them on to avoid any runs. This gradually escalated to pairs of underwear that he would sneak during the day to sleep in at night. He always thought he would be caught but never was found out. Then again maybe it was discovered and his mother didn't have it in her to confront him about it. 

Now as an adult, he still didn't completely trust his feelings. He never considered himself to be gay as he had never been completely attracted to men, only transsexuals and crossdressers like himself. These days, however, he was starting to embrace the fact that he was actually bisexual even though he had never completely been with a man. This was something that he had thought about doing before but could never get up the nerves to actually do it. 

Jeff had struggled for a long time wondering what people would think of his choices. So for Jeff, days like this at home became the best times of his life. He always felt so free and liberated at home when dressed up. He wasn't sure if he would ever know what that made him, but he was sure that it made him happy. 

Leaving the bathroom, he went into the kitchen and poured himself a tall drink. After taking a few sips from the glass, he turned and headed for the bedroom and made his way to the closet. After pulling the dress and shoes out of the closet, he turned on some music and walked back into the bathroom to apply a little makeup. He wanted to go all out for his first time in the new outfit. 

After finishing his makeup he returned to the bedroom and put on the full outfit. First sliding the thigh high stockings on one at a time. Then slipping the dress on carefully so as not to stretch the new material. The dress fit perfectly, clinging to his frame in all the ways that he imagined. He could feel the tight dress wrapping around his slim waist and clinging to his petite little ass. It was for the feeling of dresses and outfits like this that kept him working out 5 days a week. At 5'7" and 130 lbs, Jeff worked hard to keep the curves exactly where they needed to be. 

Jeff studied his closet. Finally finding the perfect pair of shoes. A classic pair of black stiletto pumps. Simple yet, sexy!! Looking at himself in the mirror, he started to get turned on looking at the dress accentuating his hips and ass. Lastly, he pulled out the wig with the shoulder length jet-black hair. The look was now complete! 

Satisfied with everything, he walked out the bathroom and almost dropped dead. As he stepped out into the hallway, the maintenance man, Ty, greeted him. Jeff had completely forgotten that he had placed an order for service in his apartment. The music must have drowned out the knocking on the door. If he had heard, he would have told them to come back a different day. That was the last thing on his mind now, as he stood in front of the maintenance man in a sexy pair of heels and sexy black mini-dress. 

Jeff stood speechless in the hallway. There were no words to find. Finally Ty broke the silence. "I'm sorry, I knocked" 

Jeff replied, "Are you sure, cause I would not have allowed you to enter." At this point, he was not able to hide his embarrassment. No one had ever seen him like this. 

"I can come back later," stated Ty the maintenance man as he turned to leave. Realizing that at this point it didn't matter if he left or stayed at this point Jeff told the maintenance man to hurry up and finish what he came to do. Jeff walked into his bedroom and closed his door behind him. He was obviously embarrassed and flustered.

30 minutes later there was a knock at the bedroom door. Ty opened the door to say that he was finished and was about to leave. Jeff didn't make eye contact as he acknowledged him. "Can I ask you a question?" asked Ty. 

Jeff finally looked up at him. "Why do you do this?" was the question. 

Jeff said, "I always have. I honestly can't explain the feelings that I get when I'm dressed like this. It turns me on so much that I can barely control myself." Jeff started to realize that he was slowly beginning to feel more comfortable talking to Ty. He really appreciated the fact that he didn't make him feel bad about the situation. 

Strangely Jeff appreciated this moment. It had always been his dream to go out dressed up but never had the nerve to. He had his doubts on how passable he would be in public. This encounter served as a perfect "first-time" for him. Suddenly, a strange thought popped into Jeff's head. Another one of his fantasies was to service a man while he was dressed up. Not knowing if he would get this opportunity again he decided he would give it a chance. Jeff figured if he could turn this man on, then passing in the outside would be easy.

Jeff stood up to and started towards the door. "Can you show me the work that was done?" asked Jeff asked he walked down the hall. Hundreds of times he had practiced his walk, trying to perfect the sway of his hips. He knew exactly what it was that guys like to see. 

Walking down the hall he could feel the material of the dress swaying with the movement of his hips. He could feel Ty's eyes following his ass as he strolled down the hallway towards the laundry room. Ty followed to point out the leak that he found and show the completed work. Jeff took this opportunity to take a closer look. He leaned over to look at the back of the washer. He could feel the back of his dress lift up to reveal the lace top of his thigh high stockings. "I have to say, it does look good Ty. Don't you agree?" asked Jeff. 

"Y-Yes" stammered Ty. "It's good work. It should hold up and if not, you know where to find me." It was at that instant that Jeff knew that he had the attention that he wanted from Ty. Jeff went to walk towards the living room. He made sure to make contact with Ty just enough as he walked past. 

"Ty" called Jeff, "have you ever been with a man?" All the while, Jeff was focusing on being as sexy as he could while walking away. Keeping his hips swaying from left to right with each step. The whole time, hoping that he didn't trip over his 5-inch stiletto heels. 

Ty now was completely taken aback despite his obvious growing erection. "No!" he replied emphatically. "I'm not gay!" Ty quickly shifted his attention to his tools scattered about. 

Jeff smiled slyly. "I didn't ask if you were gay. And by the way, there would be nothing wrong with that. But aren't you in the very least intrigued by what you're seeing right now?" asked Jeff. "I mean, this is my best attempt at being sexy and being what guys would want. How do you think I am doing?" 

Ty didn't know how to respond. Clearly he had been turned on by Jeff but didn't want at all to accept it. "If I were to be completely honest, and it doesn't mean anything, I have to say that you have done a good job transforming. I'm sure that someone who is into this sort of thing would be very pleased." 

"This sort of thing?" said Jeff with a perplexed look. "Well what is your thing Ty?" 

Ty was quick to respond, "Something with no penis involved!" Jeff was all in now. He made it to the couch with no mistakes and no fall. Sitting down ever so gently; he stuck out his left leg in the air and crossed it over his right leg.

"So Ty...do you like legs?" Jeff shifted just enough to flash the top of the thigh highs again. 

"I do," he answered. It seemed that Ty had a pretty big bulge in his pants. Jeff couldn't take his eyes off it. He wondered what he would do if he could just touch it. 

"And what about a nice, slim, sexy frame? Don't you like seeing that?" was the next question. 

"Of course" answered Ty. Jeff stood up after hearing his answer.

"But I have both of those things Ty. What's wrong with me?" asked Jeff as he started walking towards Ty. 

"You have a penis!!" shouted Ty as Jeff walked closer. 

"Oh yeah. I do don't I?" said Jeff, pausing in front of Ty. Jeff placed the tip of his finger in his mouth as if in deep thought.

"But what you see in front of you seems to be turning you on. But in your mind, you feel there is something wrong with it because of some pre-conceived notions or standards set by society. Why does society have to determine what gets you excited? Why does society have to determine was makes you hard? Why does society have to determine what you can or can't enjoy?" 

Jeff took his hand and put it on Ty's crotch. It was just as he knew. Ty was hard!! Feeling his hard cock took Jeff to new heights. He had never touched someone else's before. It was so hard! It was so exhilarating knowing that he had made that happen. Ty couldn't hide his excitement any longer. Jeff looked Ty in his eyes as he began to rub his hand up and down his shaft. 

"Don't you like this?" asked Jeff. Ty didn't answer. "It's ok. I haven't done before either," stated Jeff. Ty still didn't answer. He looked away as Jeff pressed in closer. 

Jeff was fully engaged now, his own cock pressing against the thong under his dress. His senses were at such a high level right now. The stockings against his legs felt like a steady breeze on a hot day. The feeling of the strings of his thong made his cock start to throb. 

This was it! This was a moment that Jeff had only fantasized about plenty of times. He had no idea how to handle it, but that wasn't going to give me pause about trying. 

Jeff unhooked Ty's pants. Ty didn't stop him...so Jeff unzipped and slipped his hand in his pants. He took a handful of Ty and pulled it out. For the first time in his life, Jeff was looking and holding a cock that wasn't his and was not on a computer screen.

Ty's cock was amazing. Thick, long, throbbing. He couldn't hide it anymore that he had been turned on by Jeff. Ty stared at Jeff and didn't say a word. Jeff slid down to his knees. He rubbed his hands up and down Ty's legs as he playfully slid his tongue around Ty's penis. This was unfamiliar territory for Jeff but he was more than ready for his first experience. He already had countless numbers of fantasies in his head of what he would do in this situation. 

Jeff slowly took Ty into his mouth. He was careful to remind himself to be sure to take it easy and avoid biting down. Slowly Jeff worked his mouth back and forth on Ty. Jeff was excited with how much of Ty he was able to take inside of his mouth. Jeff closed his eyes and concentrated on his back and forth movements on Ty. He tried to be as rhythmic as possible. Jeff switched back and forth from using just his mouth to including his hands to increase the sensation of the blowjob. 

After a while, Jeff looked up to Ty. "Is this the sort of thing that turns you on?" he asked. 

"Just keep sucking," replied Ty. 

Jeff was more than happy to oblige. He was so excited that the first cock he put into his mouth was so huge. His cock was so hard asking to come out. Jeff pulled his cock out and started to stroke it with his free hand. It didn't take long before Jeff was coming while still on his knees. 

Jeff kept at Ty, wondering if it was that he wasn't good at this blow job or if it was just Ty's stamina that was making him hold out from coming. Jeff decided to work his mouth faster on Ty's cock. Rocking his head back and forth and working his hand at the same time. Jeff ran his hand over Ty's balls. He caressed them then ran his tongue over them. Jeff could hear the moaning of Ty pick up. He started thinking that he may be close to coming. 

Suddenly, Jeff could feel a shift in Ty. He started to feel a buckle in Ty's legs. Jeff knew that he had gotten Ty to that point. Jeff was so excited and turned on knowing what he was doing. Jeff increased his mouth and hand motions. "I'm going to come," exclaimed Ty. 

Jeff buried his face onto Ty's cock. Seconds later, Jeff felt Ty's warm release shooting into his mouth. Jeff had imagined this so many times. He savored the taste as loads shot repeatedly into his mouth. He took it all and swallowed it happily. 

Realizing what just happened Ty hurriedly pulled up his pants. Ty grabbed his things and headed for the door. Jeff stood up and turned towards Ty. "What happens when more service is needed?" asked Jeff. 

"I'll call you," replied Ty. "You certainly serviced my needs!"

With that said, Ty turned and walked out the door. Jeff could not believe that what had started as an embarrassment had turned out to be such an experience. He was proud of himself! After that encounter, he knew that he could go out and not worry about what anyone thought of him. But this would not be the last encounter between Jeff and Ty...

To be continued...



First Time Is a Surprise



I came from a very conservative home. My parents would not allow me to date until I was sixteen and then the curfew was ten o'clock. My mother had carefully taught me that sex was nasty and it was painful. My father told me that sex before marriage was a mortal sin and I would go to hell if I had sex before marriage.

I was in the second year of college before I confronted with the actuality of sex. At eighteen years of age, I was still remembering what my parents had said.

With all that in my mind, I was confused when my best friend, Myra, elaborately told me of her sexual escapades.

"You need to try it for yourself," she told me one day. "I enjoy fucking almost as much as anything I can think of," she added with emphasis.

I had a few dates but they were rather boring. A movie here and a party there, but with no sexual overtones.

It was after a rather large party during my second year in college. Myra and her then boyfriend Jack had double dated with Harry, a rather nice looking fellow, and myself.

Harry was driving and I was hugging the door. (I knew if I sat too close, Harry would try to make out with me)

I glanced toward the back seat. Myra and Jack were kissing. Myra was sitting on his lap with her skirt lifted around her waist. Jack's pants were down around his ankles.

Myra was grinning and sighing as she moved up and down on his lap. 

Jack was grunting loudly.

I was astounded. I could not remove my eyes from the scene. Both seemed to be enjoying the encounter. I watched them as they fucked. To my horror and surprised, Jack groaned loudly and Myra's eyes grew wide and wild. 

"You didn't cum?" she whispered.

"I couldn't help it," Jack answered hoarsely.

"Oh fuck!" she said. "Get down here and suck it out of me!"

I watched spellbound by their actions. Jack began to suck her cunt lips and I could hear him slurping and sucking loudly.

I tried to avert my eyes but I was captivated by the sight. 

Myra angrily pushed his head away and pulled her panties back on. "You were supposed to use a condom," she said loud enough that both Harry and I could hear.

Harry chuckled softly. He dropped Jack off at his apartment. (No pun intended)

Harry drove me home. Myra jumped out and slid into the seat beside Harry. They drove off, leaving me with a wondering mind.

The next day, Myra pulled me aside. "Don't you tell anyone about last night," she said threateningly.

I was too astonished to say anything. 

"You should have been along," she added. "Harry is a real man. His cock is one of the longest I have ever seen and he sure knows how to use it."

I gasped at her words. I shook my head in disbelief. Myra continued to give me the whole gory details.

"He even apologized for Jack's lack of consideration for not using a condom. We kissed and he began to feel my slippery pussy," she continued. "I was still very excited after Jack's little fuck but now I was really hot. I wanted to feel Harry in me more than ever. I unzipped his pants and released his beautiful cock. We climbed over the seat and he took off all of my clothes. I helped him get naked also. He produced a condom that had little tentacles on it and quickly fitted it over his cock. It was the most outlandish fuck I have ever felt. I must have had at least four orgasms," she said, smiling broadly.

I could not believe my ears. Myra went on and on, giving me every detail of the evening. I felt a strange stirring in my body.

When she finished, she smiled. "I hope you don't mind that I fucked your date. You don't seem to fuck and I love it." She said with a flourish.

I gasped at her statement. "Don't you feel bad after sinning like that?" I asked.

"Hell no! I think we should enjoy life to the fullest. If that is a sin, I think God would have not made it so wonderful!" she added flatly.

I pondered the statement for quite some time. Myra hurried off to class and I was left with my thoughts.

It was that afternoon that I decided to find out for myself, "but with whom?" I deliberated.

As fate would have it, Jack stopped me as I walked to class. "Can I talk to you?" he asked. 

I only smiled. "He must be the one!" I thought.

"Can we meet tonight?" he asked.

I smiled and nodded affirmatively.

"I will pick you up at seven," he added as he hurried down the hall to class.

He was at the dorm promptly at seven. 

I smiled as he took my arm and guided me to his car. He was being so gallant.

I slipped into the car and slid over to the center. "No more door hugging for me," I thought.

He turned toward me and frowned. "I am sorry about last night," he said apologetically. 

He looked so forlorn and scared. I smiled at him and bent to kiss him.

I felt that strange stirring in my body again.

The kiss started platonic, but quickly turned erotic. Our tongues met in combat. His hands pulled me against him. I felt his body shake.

He quickly put the car into gear and drove like a man possessed.

He drove out of town and turned down a gravel road. The gravel hit the underside of the car like cannons. Everything seemed to be accented. The noise of the wind, the gravel against the tires, the birds chirping loudly, the growling of the engine. When he stopped under a huge oak tree, I was jittery and jumpy. 

We resumed the hot kissing. 

We separated only long enough to catch our breath. His hands found the buttons of my blouse. My hands moved to his shirt. He cupped my breasts gently. I seldom wore a bra because my mother thought it was wicked. He kissed each of my nipples noisily. I groaned in excitement. His hot mouth felt wonderful on my stiffening tits.

My hand found the zipper of his trousers. It screamed as I pulled it down. His pulsing cock emerged from the loosened trousers. I touched it gently. It bounced as I tried to catch it in my hand. I laughed aloud.

His hands were caressing my tits. I felt a stronger stirring but it was lower and more intense. I squeezed my legs together, trying to satisfy the strange feeling between them.

Jack must have sensed my predicament. His hands pushed my legs apart. His hands shoved my panties aside and slowly but deliberately pressed his finger into my wet pussy.

I groaned in delirious delight as he began to move his finger in and out of my throbbing cunt. I squealed in delight when he stoked my clit with his finger.

His finger became two. Now he was moving them rapidly into me. I began to writhe and turn under his manipulations.

He put his other hand under my ass and massaged it harshly.

I nearly fainted when he stopped. "I want to fuck you," he said softly.

Without a moment hesitation, I cried, "YES!"

He pushed the door open and helped me out of the car. He picked me up in his arms effortlessly and carried me into a bean field. He stripped off my skirt and panties and laid them beside the blanket he had taken from the back seat of the car.

"I brought a condom," he said softly.

"YES!" I exclaimed. 

I felt his body over mine. 

Suddenly I felt his cock trying to enter me. I spread my legs wider. Without notice, the head of his cock slipped into my cunt. 

I groaned in delight. 

"Are you a virgin?" he asked as he began to push more and more of his wonderful cock into me.

I could only nod. It felt so wonderfully good as he continued to press more of his cock into my virgin pussy. I soon felt his balls slap against my bare ass. 

He began to fuck me very slowly. 

I now knew what Myra had said was true. It was more than just wonderful, it was sensational. I began to move to meet his thrusts. The moon seemed brighter! The sky bluer! The wind cooler! The ground under me seemed to quake as he drove his wonderful, masterful cock into my never before entered pussy. I was delirious with joy. I was now a woman.

His body shook violently. I could feel his cock pulsing in me. He filled the condom with his cum. 

I shook with the vibrations of my own orgasm, although I didn't know what it was at that time.

He withdrew his magnificent cock and arose. He pulled the filled condom from his shrinking cock.

I sighed as he helped me to my feet. 

"That was soooooo good," I commented as we rode back toward the dorm. "Will you do it again soon?" I asked unashamed.

"Damn right!" he said. "But I may need to bring reinforcements," he added with a smile. "You are one tight, hot fuck!"

"OK!" I said excitedly, not really understanding what he meant.

We rode silently until we arrived at the dorm. "You aren't upset," he said.

"Fuck no," I shouted over my shoulder as I hurried into the dorm.

I was delirious with joy. I was now a complete woman. I had been fucked and I really, really enjoyed it.

The next day seemed to pass as slow as a turtle. I wondered if Jack was avoiding me. I was about to call him when the phone rang.

"Jack here!" came his voice. I shuddered and felt my pussy get wet just by hearing his voice.

"Meet me outside!" he said. "I have a surprise for you!"

I hung up the phone and ran down the stairs. When I opened the door, Jack was standing beside a custom built van.

His smile made me feel the excitement in my body. He held the rider's side door open and helped me inside. "How do you like my new van?" he asked. "No more bean fields," he added with a smile.

I giggled softly. "I didn't mind!" I said without hesitation.

"We have to pick up some guys," he said. "Then we will go for a ride."

I frowned. "I was hoping for a repeat of last night," I said blatantly.

He smiled. 

He drove a couple of blocks.

He pulled to the side of the street and stopped. To my surprise, I recognized four of the basketball team. They pulled open the back door and jumped in. They were laughing and joking as Jack pulled away.

I looked at Jack. He was smiling when he glanced from the road to me. "I took you at your word," he said. "These guys are my reinforcements." 

I gasped. "I am not so sure---" I started to say.

Jack frowned at me. "You said it was OK!" he said harshly. "I promised these guys a good time."

I looked back at them. They were all good-looking guys and very athletically built. I glanced at Jack and nodded my head in agreement. "After all, if one cock felt that good, what would a few more be like," I thought.

Each one introduced themselves. Jermain Hall was the tall, black center on the team. Sam Coddington was the smallest but very muscular. He was the point guard on the team. I recognized Joe Simons. He was the star of the team. His broad, muscular shoulders were exposed by the muscle tee shirt he was wearing. Terry Timmons was the loud one. He seemed more nervous than I.

I looked toward Jack. 

We drew straws on who goes first!" he explained. "Terry won."

"Don't I get any input?" I asked brashly.

"We are not going to force you," Jemain said flatly.

Jack pulled the van to the side of the road. "It is up to you!" he said. "You won't regret it!" he added.

I opened the door and got out of the van.

Jack shook his head. "Aren't you going to live up to your word?" he asked.

I smiled. "I am just changing places." I said as I opened the door and jumped into the back of the van. "GO TEAM!" I exclaimed as I shrugged out of my clothes.

Terry was timidly removing his pants.

"Naked or no go!" I exclaimed as I tugged at his shirt.

When I looked around, the others were naked in a flash.

Terry finished taking off his clothes. He shoved me down on the rear most seat and quickly moved between my legs. His cock was not very long but quite big around. He pushed his cock into me unceremoniously. His cadence was one of heated furry. He fucked me with hard, fast strokes. I suddenly felt his cock spurting his orgasm into me. He rolled off of me and gasped loudly. "She is a tight fuck!" he told the rest. 

Sam was next. His hard, muscular body hovered over me. Without delay, he pushed his seven-inch dick into me. I groaned in delight as he too fucked furiously. His orgasm came quickly and forcefully, filling me with his ejaculation. Then and only then did I realize they were fucking me bare back.

I tried to get up, but Joe pinned me quickly. His cock slipped into my slick hole immediately. He barely had it in me when he spurted a huge load of cum into my hot cavern. 

Jermain was standing beside me. I gasped at the size of his ebony man meat. "It had to be at least a foot long or longer," I thought. I was stunned at the sight. I tried to move but the others held me down. I groaned, "Condom!" They all laughed. "Too late now," they shouted. I gasped again when Jermain pressed his huge member against my mouth. "Suck it!" he ordered. 

I wondered how I could do such a thing but he forced my mouth open with his hands on my cheeks. I was totally unprepared for the taste. It was quite sweet yet tart. It was a taste hard to describe except it was exceedingly good. I began to suck and pull on the huge cock in my mouth, trying not to gag as he pushed it deep inside my mouth. I coughed loudly and he withdrew the steel rod from my sucking mouth. Suddenly he pressed it against my pussy. It slipped in a few inches only to meet the resistance of my cherry. With a huge stroke he broke thru the resistance and was into me to the hilt. His balls slapped loudly against my ass globes as the other three cheered. My body quivered and shook violently. I had a tremendous orgasm. I then understood what an orgasm was. 

Jermain smiled as my bloody cherry and huge orgasm spewed out around his throbbing monster. 

He pulled his cock from the confines of my pussy and smiled. "She sure likes to fuck," I heard him say.

Jack had parked the van and was kneeling beside me. A look of concern was on his face. "Are you OK?" he asked.

I grinned up at him. "PERFECT!" I said without hesitation. It was then that I notice the team had left. Jack and I laughed as I sat up, cum running down my legs in a stream. "I didn't think they would fuck you without a condom." He murmured.

It had felt too good for me to be concerned about a condom. I asked Jack to fuck me one more time and then take me back to the dorm.

The next day, I smiled when I met Myra in the hall of the dorm. She winked knowingly. The word was out. I was barraged with phone calls. I had become the good little girl grown up and wild. 

Myra suggested that I "get on the Pill!" I was not sure what she meant until she took me to a doctor friend of hers and he explained. I was relieved when he said I would not have to worry about getting pregnant, but I should be careful because there were many sexually transmitted diseases around. "If you are not completely sure, use a condom." He said bluntly.

I could not wait for the next "encounter". Jack was more than willing to service me anytime I requested. He began to use the van for my wild escapades. I rewarded him by allowing him to fuck me before we picked up his "reinforcements". I was the team's inspiration. I promised to fuck every one on the team each time they won. I ordered them to watch me fuck Harry when they lost. They went the last of the season with only one loss.

I began to find many suitors. They came in all sizes but none quite as large and wonderful as Jermain. He could make me cum quicker and harder than any of the others. I still enjoyed the others but Jermain knew how to ignite my fire. He usually waited until the others had fucked me. He knew I wanted him and didn't want the others to be left out. He began to meet me at the dorm door. We fucked all over campus. Behind the shrubs at the dorm was the favorite place. It was the quickest place to get to and we didn't want to wait. I often thought I could see others watching. I began to really put on a show for them. I fucked and sucked Jermain off so many times I lost count. He only grinned when I told him about the others watching. I found out later that he was in demand almost as much as I. 

I was disappointed when the end of the year came. The team was scattered all over the states so I didn't get to see them very often. I married a man with the biggest cock you could imagine. John Homers is his name. No! Not the "John Holmes" of pornography, but a very good likeness in many ways. At least that is what I am told. I never have seen John Holmes, but if he is any bigger than my John, he must have a cock like a horse. 

John is a very wonderful husband. He allows me to enjoy my favorite pastime any time I choose but that is another story altogether. 



First Time Is Best Time



Thanks for sexygirl76, harleencandie and Slipperywhenwet_ for helping me to edit the story!! This is my first story. Feel free to give feedback. More stories to cum... Will extend this story sometime later... Write if you liked any part specifically... or if you have any specific fantasy/fetish... I'll make sure I'll include it in the next one. I have a fetish for pre-cum...

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Hi, my name is Rocky and I'm 28. I'm married, but this isn't a story about my marriage. This is a story about my first time. I was only 21 at the time - Tall with a slender body. I guess you could say I was kind of nerdy. But then again, who isn't at that age? I had, still have, a tattoo of a snake on my waistline. I didn't really have much pubic hair but I admit I did love my cock and still do. I was curious about sex and the only exposure I had to sex at the time was through playboy and a porn cd which I got from someplace. 

My first sexual encounter actually happened with my classmate Susan (Suzy for short). She was 19 at the time and pretty adventurous. Size zero with an hourglass figure and pert tits - Cute little butt that you just wanted to squeeze and bite. We used to talk about pretty much everything when we were alone, including sex. We really didn't talk much about sexual fantasies - However, she had told me about how her parents got married right out of college and she came along a year later, so it's no wonder that interest in sex seems to run in the family. (Well... Sooner or later, sexuality runs through all families for that matter. Isn't it?)

The exams from my first year of Master's just got over and there were 2 months of vacation ahead. I used to stay in the hostel as parents lived farther away while Suzy's home was nearby. On the last day after the exams, I was pretty excited and was secretly watching a hot orgy scene of 3 couples on my computer in the empty lab. It was late at night so I just had to ensure minimal sound.

Suzy walked into the lab shaking her proud butt. For some reason, she seemed to be very excited - it was visible by the hard nipples protruding through her t-shirt. I managed to close whatever I was watching without her knowing it but I was still flushed and smiling. So she pursued the reasons. Dropping some inhibitions, I told her that I was watching this hot scene of love making... Her curiosity increased by leaps and bounds. She was all grinning and blushing and it was obvious she wanted to watch it too - 'show me show me please'.

I showed her the scene and she got all flushed. Apparently, not the first time today though... as she had told me that she has earlier watched some of such things at home. While watching, she asks me "Are you excited?"

I say "Of course. What else do you expect to happen when you see two bodies butt naked fucking each other?"

Suzy: "Let me give a quick check" and gives a tight hold of my bulging dick from the outside. "Wow nice one..."

Anticipating problems, I soon close the movie. (She was still fiddling with my cock, and had moved her hand inside my pants and got her fingers wet with my pre-cum). I ask her, "Can I feel you too?"

Smiling and blushing, she gets up and says... "Well... see, I have to go soon. But I'll let you feel me. Be nice and quick."

I paused with my hand on the skin beneath her left breast, and pondered what to do next. Her blonde hair was tangled against my face, her eyes were closed, and her mouth relaxed in a dazed smile of contentment. Encouraged, I moved my hand until it lay over her breast. It was the first one I'd ever touched. She didn't move so I promptly moved my free hand to her other breast. 

I began to massage her breasts and she didn't seem to mind; her lazy, dazed smile remained. I decided to move my hand below her bra and feel the skin of her breasts. It was the most amazing.

I put my arms around her and, not wanting to act like the excited, inexperienced virgin I was, put my hands back on her belly. My hands lay there, nonchalant for several seconds, before I moved my hands to cup her breasts again.

I kneaded her breasts as her nipples hardened even more against my palms. But of course, not content with this small victory, I began to think about going even further. I let my left hand drift down over her belly, slid it over the zipper of her jeans and rubbed my middle finger over what I hoped was her pussy. I rubbed up and down, a bit harder each time. Suzy reclined against me, unmoving... 

I tried to slide my hand into her jeans, but found them far too tight. I gave the button an exploratory tug. She did not object. I unsnapped her jeans and drew the zipper down. Peeking over her shoulder, I saw pink panties with polka dots on the waistband. I slid my hand down, moving beneath fabric, and almost died when I felt pubic hair. Someone else's pubic hair... 

Wow!! Confident now, I kept going until I felt a fold in her skin. From the various men's magazines I'd seen, I felt I knew a little about the female anatomy. I rubbed around what I hoped was her clitoris.

After a few minutes, she smiled and said, "That's nice, thank you." She sat up and zipped and buttoned her jeans. She shifted position on the rough bench until she was facing me, and she eyed my erection, now more pronounced than ever. I'm sure I blushed. She reached out and touched the fabric of my pants, tracing the outline of my penis with her finger, then covering me with her hand. She began to move her hand over me. Even through the nylon pants and cotton underwear, this felt wonderful. 

We kissed again, and I felt that surge of energy that only my own hand had produced thus far. I was going to cum. My mind raced desperately as I struggled to keep the kiss going. Should I say something? Should I just come in my pants? Too embarrassed to do anything else. When her hand moved back toward the tip of my penis and pressed firmly against me, I was sure she could feel the pre-cum on my pants and the still pulsing shaft. I kept kissing her until she broke the kiss to see her wet fingers of pre-cum and looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Thanks for that." I said. My face burned with embarrassment.

Then she looked down at her fingers and wiped them on her jeans.

"Sure," she said blushing profusely.

I told her - "You better get home. Your mom will be wondering where you are. And I need to get to my room too."

During the week that followed, I probably jerked off twenty times just thinking about the incident between us, and imagining what might happen on the next Friday/Saturday. I wanted to be more adept about opening her bra, so I planned a visit back to home. Inuck into my sister's underwear and practiced. Each foray into my sister's room ended with a major erection that had to be hidden.

But Suzy's mother had different plans. Suzy and I were just exciting adults.

Two weeks later, I returned to the university hostel, which was almost empty except a friend of mine, as all the students had left for the vacations. I just had a bath in the morning wearing shorts and a t-shirt (no underwear that day). I got a friend excited with a porn magazine. I wanted to know tricks to hold on without Cumming. He dropped his pants showing his erection and showed a couple of tricks by pressing below the scrotum. Wearing a latex glove, I gave him a nice hand job almost for an hour playing with his cock and balls while he watched the magazine and told me about the girl he liked in our class. The glove was almost sticky with pre-cum. That was exciting, however it was more of a learning.

Meanwhile, I get a call from Suzy telling me that she had a couple of hours free and that she would like to see the movie again. I pick up the scooter and move in the direction of Suzy's house. My crotch getting the warm breeze of the evening and almost dangling out of my shorts in anticipation.

By the time I got to the door, I calm down and ring the bell trying to hide my bulge. She opens the door in a bathing suit covering her body. She opens the bathing suit slightly and flashes her bra with a wink - giving a sharp rise to my cock... Only to be surprised to be introduced to her mom, Sue.

She says - "Rocky this is my mom Sue... And don't worry - we talk about everything."

Her mom then invites me to dinner. I sit near her and she asks about what the occasion is.

She says "See, you guys need to be careful doing such things at this age. It can lead to unnecessary situations. Besides we are pushing Suzy to get married and she's not decided yet. But obviously she'll have to marry someone a little older and settled in life."

Sue seemed to be stressed out, the worry showing on her face... By this time, my dick had fizzled from the surprise. Now however I started to get comfortable with Suzy's mom and the visual in front of me made my cock rise again. Sue had worn a very nice revealing outfit - a tight hugging top which held her huge breasts in awe with visible nipples and clearly no bra underneath. They bounced with her every move.. And for the bottom, she wore a long skirt which was tight until the knee revealing the curvy figure of 38 yrs. She was huge for my height at that time' very curvy figure and fleshy thighs. I just wished I could spread those legs and see within...

At this point, Suzy dropped the bathing suit, rinsing her hair with it. Underneath, I could see her underwear. 

The temperature in the room was warm, the sofa was silky and my dick was protruding wanting to come out. 

Suzy's mom was watching it keenly observing its movement.

"Oh don't worry about all the talk now, we'll all enjoy the nice evening today. Her father is on a couple of month's tour to New York and will be back after business only.." she says.

"Yes." I smile and start to feel comfortable feeling the silky feeling of my cock.

Susan is still standing out there right opposite looking at me and my cock smiling.

While her mom says - "Ok... so, like she mentioned, we'd like to see the promised movie today before we eat the dinner of different sorts."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

My cock is almost like a tent now and obvious intentions for a first time.

She says, "Yes - don't worry we are all in the same boat."

Moving her hand towards Susan, she says again "See what Susan is wearing..." and then muttered "Like a slut."

Sue: "We are both very comfortable with ourselves. So feel free to be comfortable too."

And then she gets up to move towards the computer.

While Sue moved, her bouncing breasts were a clear indicator of matching thoughts in my mind.

Susan, still standing on the other side starts to smile again and signals to me, pointing towards Sue without any words as if to say Look at her bouncing breasts.

I say "Are you guys..."

Before I conclude my sentence she says loudly... "Come on now... show us your movie!" and she looks at my crotch again

So I move towards the computer where her mom is standing on the left of the stool and Susan takes a place next to me kneeling on the ground as if keen to watch the movie - but looks at my crotch. Behind me now is Sue with her warm body touching me... breasts are near my ears and her crotch touching the hand. I slowly move the shoulders down as if to rub Sue's crotch. She does nothing.

I put the CD disk into the computer and start the movie while continuing to rub Sue's crotch. 

My cock is now a full tent inside my shorts and Susan is keen to catch hold of it. 

It was a 20 minute movie featuring a naked woman lying on a dressing room bench and a man fucking her from the front while he lies down and she takes his cock from above. At this point my cock is protruding out of the shorts. Considering my age and body size, it is not very thick but pretty long.

Susan says to me pointing there... "I can see it... Don't worry... Make it feel comfortable"

Before I move my hand to free the dick from the shorts, Suzy pulls up the right side of the shorts so that the dick and balls get some free air exposing it to everyone's full view. It is obviously throbbing and a drop of precum over it.

Susan holds the cock in her hand and says "Yumm..."

Sue keenly observes Susan exposing the foreskin and precum while my shoulders are still rubbing Sue's crotch actively.

Sue says to Susan laughing aloud as if surprised - "Susan, you are such a slut and this boy is such a pervert".

Susan speaks to me "Oh don't worry she's a whore of sorts... We see such movies together and I get to see much more of her."

In a swift move, Sue gets hold of my cock, gently squeezes my balls and says "I see you are well prepared with cologne on your balls... Keep on it guys; the fucking movie is awesome... I'll get something to for you guys to eat"

She comes back with a bunch of fresh peeled oranges, grapes, and 3 glasses of Avocado juice or something. It was as if it was ready before I came. In the meantime, Susan picks the precum and looks at it keenly and says "Just as sticky as ..." stops short of saying something.

Sue approaches with a tray in hand.

Susan says "Mom, keep the tray down on the floor, I'd like to show rocky, our secret movie - his dick is rock hard already".

Sue bends down completely and keeps the tray down giving a nice curvy view of her bottom and a faint view of her pussy.

The below part of the story is slightly twisted... Otherwise, actually, this resulted in Susan giving mouth to my cock followed by Sue.I came in Susan's hand. She must've been seeing it for the first time I guess - she briefly smelled it and applied on her breasts. Sue explained to Susan how that stuff could be dangerous etc. while I had the avocados and almost went to sleep. 

Below is a twisted extension.

Susan says to me -

Look here Rocky and I turn around, she holds her mom's skirt and says

"Mom, you know very well what I'm am going to do."

Sue says 'I guess so'... and Susan quickly yanks down Sue's skirt to the floor - revealing a naked bottom.

I say "Fuck Susan, what are you doing?"

Susan says "Rocky, It's not fuck Susan it must be 'Fuck Sue'".

I stare at the movie unfolding in front of me. A curvy naked shaved cunt shaped like a perfect apple in front of my dick. And I thought... 2 of my dicks could have gone in there.

As Sue continues to squeeze my cock of precum and holding the sticky gel in her other hand, her fingers pull me towards her and she says, "Rocky, this sticky thing in my hand is very warm and similar to what you see on her cunt here. She puts 2 of my fingers inside her mom's cunt and pulls out."

Sue says, "Now what are you waiting for? Get your dick in the right place.'

Susan gently guides my cock towards Sue's already wet cunt

It slides in smoothly and my cock gets to feel Sue's dripping cunt. I go in and out for about 5 times each time touching the innermost part. I then remove it and say

"Wait, let me see this thing first." I am looking at an actual pussy for the first time!

My hand touches her huge thighs. The sides of it are wet with her juices. I slowly spread it and touch her whole bottom and thighs keenly insert my finger into her.

I then ask Susan "Wait show me what is the Clitoris".

Sue says "Rocky fuck you! Now, you better get your dick inside me first and then you can get to know my clit when you eat my pussy."

Susan says "There you go, I told you - she's such a whore and I am her - slut." She guides my dick into Sue's cunt. Oh it was such an easy warm feeling again.

Sue says "Oh, it was such a long time ago that I've had a cock inside me... fuck Rocky fuck... such a fresh cock."

Within 2 minutes, I started feeling my climax. I pulled my dick out and said, "

Come on ladies, let's go to the bedroom and do it properly. Fuck, what a day!

We get onto the bed and Susan says, "You cannot fuck me yet, cutie. I haven't broken my cherry yet. I'll let my future husband have it. You can have a bit of pleasure though and give it a tongue fuck on my clit."

Sue says - "That's a good daughter!!"

We three get completely naked and I have hot steamy sex with Sue, eat Susan's virgin pussy and went home at 4.

And enjoy another 2 weeks of vacation with them.

Susan gets married within 6 months later and moves out.

Sue also stays very near to them now. It seems interesting to think that Susan's hubby would also have a field day with Sue... maybe or maybe not. She may want to have a family relationship. But who knows. There was a call a month ago that she's doing well and would like to come over some time.

To be continued as a fantasy story...



First Time is the Best



I remember her like the last time I held her in my arms like it was yesterday. I can remember the first time I saw her, the first time I heard her voice.

I remember the first time I felt her smooth, soft skin under my hands and felt her hands on me. I remember her warm breath on my neck the first time I felt myself thrusting inside her, gently at first, then building to a pounding crescendo.

I remember the first time I heard her angelic voice moaning and saying my name as her first orgasm washed over her.

But, I guess, as with all things, it is best to begin at the beginning...

Her name was Heather and she was absolutely gorgeous. We were both 18 and in love.

She was five-feet-eight-inches tall with long, blonde hair and bright, blue eyes. I would later find out how soft her hair was as I would run my fingers through it. Her eyes would open wide and beautiful whenever she was surprised or extremely turned on.

When she laughed, she showed her even, white teeth and would put her pink tongue between them in a girlish giggle that would make me smile no matter how bad my mood.

Her skin was smooth and completely hairless, in stark contrast to my hairy arms and legs. In the summer, she had a deep tan that everyone envied. Strangely, she seemed to have a tan in the winter, too, just not as deep.

She wore this perfume that I never took the time to find out the name of. It was musky and flowery and fit her perfectly. It was intoxication in a bottle to me. All she had to do was walk by me and I was overcome with passion and love.

Her breasts were full and firm, jutting out from her chest and stretching all but the most loose of shirts. Her waist narrowed then flared in a very womanly curve outward along her hips. Her back was a smooth expanse of perfect skin from her golden hair to the firm cheeks of her ass. She had a birth mark on her right cheek in the shape of a car that I would gently kiss during foreplay.

Her long legs were perfectly shaped with taunt thighs and rounded calves. Her feet were small, with toes that could only be described as cute. She would paint her toenails an atrocious shade of pink or purple. I really believe she did this only because she knew I hated it.

All of this was on the outside, but her beauty extended to her personality, too. She had a way of making anyone she talked to feel like the most important person in the world. It was impossible to be truly mad at her, even when she did things she knew would make you mad. She did not do these things to make you angry. She did them because not doing them would mean that she was not being herself and if there was one thing she was, it was her own person.

She had great sense of humor. She was able to laugh at the most innocent child's joke or the raunchiest adult comment. I managed to make her blush once, but only once. She could laugh at herself and laugh at other people without making them feel like she was laughing at them.

She was easy to talk to. She could listen to someone (like me) ramble on for an hour without once stopping them. She could also open up and share herself with people, telling stories in a way that would make people feel like they were actually there.

As if that were not enough, she was smart, really smart. She could talk physics with the nerds and math with the geeks, but she was so popular that no one ever called her a geek or a nerd. She was everyone's friend, but she was my girlfriend.

God, I loved that girl.

Heather and I met at work, like a lot of people, and we both knew there was something there. She felt the same sparks I felt. We would talk as we worked and I have never felt so connected to anyone in my life.

Eventually, not really by any spoken decision, we started going out. I would take her to dinner and movies. She would take me to ride on her father's boat where we would have picnic lunches. I would invite her to my parent's house to play cards with my family. She would invite me to her parent's house for dinner.

We were basically inseparable for a year, doing everything together. Well, almost everything.

Heather was from a very strict religious upbringing. I never pressured her about sex, but she knew that I desperately wanted to make love with her. We were both virgins and I knew I loved her. In my adolescent mind, I thought the most natural thing to do would be for us to have sex, but we disagreed on that. Or, so I thought.

One night we went to a late movie. I don't remember the movie. I remember that she and I could not keep our hands off each other. We sat in the back of the theater and as soon as the lights dimmed, we were on each other. 

I could feel that something was going on all day. Heather did not seem herself. I would realize later that she was especially demonstrative with her affection that day. What I mean is that, while she always liked to hold my hand and hug me and kiss me, on that day, she was unusually expressive. I loved it.

In the flickering darkness of the movie theater, Heather and I expanded our limited boundaries of sexual exploration.

We kissed deeply, her hands holding my head, my hands around her as much as the uncomfortable theater chairs would allow.

As we kissed, she moved my hand under her blouse to the perfect skin of her stomach. I was not sure what to do next, so I just gently stroked her stomach. This seemed to be exactly what she wanted as she began to sigh into my mouth and along my neck. Her warm breathe against my neck sent shivers along my spine.

Heather moved her hands under my shirt and began gently stroking my sides and back. Her fingers moved along the peaks and valleys of my ribs. They caressed the lumpy knobs of my spine. I was on fire.

I did not want to force her to do anything, so I let her take the lead. I figured she would tell me what was okay, how far she wanted this to go.

Her hands moved around to the front of my pants and began to stroke my hard cock through the confines of my jeans. I took this as my cue to move my hands up to her perfect breasts.

The thin lace of her bra was rough against my palms. I could feel her nipples, like pebbles, against my fingertips. Her breathing got deeper and her moans lower as I massaged her breasts. I sucked gently on her earlobe and her fingers, the ones not touching my throbbing dick, twined in my hair. 

After a while, I felt her hand unbuckle my belt and pull my zipper down. Her soft hand reached into my jeans and coaxed my cock into the open air. It was the first time anyone beside myself had ever touched me there.

As if she knew exactly what to do, Heather's hand formed a warm tunnel for me and she began to stroke me. The pleasure was incredible. I began foolishly thinking that there could not be anything better than this beautiful woman pulling on me.

Heather pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply, with all the love and tenderness she had. She looked into my eyes and said, "I know you want me and I hope you know I want you. I love you and I know you love me. I just have to know that the man I give myself to is the right one, especially the first time."

I was nodding with her as she spoke. "I want you to know that I love you and I love that you don't ever pressure me about sex," she said. "I've talked to a lot of my friends and they are always complaining how their boyfriends get upset that they won't have sex with them. I wanted to come to a movie tonight because it is a good place to do things without going all the way. I want to make you happy, but I'm just not ready to go all the way. I will be soon, I think, but not now."

I heard every word coming out of her gorgeous mouth. I had, of course, heard the guys complaining about how their girlfriends wouldn't "give it up." It was because I knew that they were trying so hard and getting nowhere, that I decided to play it the opposite way. That and I genuinely loved Heather and did not want her to feel pressured in any way.

She began to talk again, "I've talked to a couple of my friends and they've told me about a couple things, if you want to."

I think she thought I was going to say thanks, but no thanks. I was considerate, but still human. If this girl was saying she wanted to do things to me that would make me happy, I was up for that, no pun intended.

I nodded and began to kiss her again, "You do make me happy, Heather. As long as you are with me, I am happy."

She smiled and my heart skipped a beat. She must have known I would say something like that, but she acted like she didn't.

She kissed me and her hand, which had never left my throbbing cock, began to stroke more purposefully. Heather took my hand from her tit. I thought for a second that I had done something wrong, but she moved it under her skirt, up her silky thighs until I felt my fingers against her smooth, wet lips. It had never occurred to me that she would not be wearing panties. 

I had never touched a girl there, and was not sure what I would feel. Obviously, I knew in theory what it would be like, but I was not prepared for how warm, wet, and soft she was and how my inexperienced touch would make her react. 

As my fingers blindly fumbled with her delicate folds, she moaned, sliding down in her chair and spreading her legs for me to have easier access. 

I'm sure she started getting frustrated with my lack of knowledge, as her hand soon joined mine and began to give a tour of her soaking wet pussy.

She took my middle finger and dipped it into her hole, wetting it and making my cock twitched. She slid my finger up until I felt a hard nub under my fingertip. She held me there and wiggled her hips, causing my finger to rub her clit (I would realize later). Her breathing began to get deeper and raspier. Her eyes drew wider and stared into mine as she held my hand against her sopping pussy. 

She pulled her shirt open more and unclasped her bra, allowing her spectacular tits to swing free. I nervously glanced around again. I knew the theater was empty, but I wanted to be sure.

Without stopping her hips, she pulled my head to her chest and whispered, "Oh, Todd, suck my tit and I will cum."

The sound of these words coming from this girl's mouth surprised and aroused me. Hearing her say something so lewd made me want to make her cum harder than any woman ever had before.

I leaned forward and took her hard, pink nipple in my mouth and she moaned deeply. It was a sound I would hear only a few more times, but have never forgotten and will always love. 

Her hand left my exposed fledgling manhood and gripped the seat next to her. Her chest heaving under my lips and she let out a low groan. She whispered hoarsely, "Todd, baby, oh, god, I'm cumming. Please don't stop. I'm going to cum all over your hand! Yes, suck my tit! Just like that...here...I....GO!"

I could feel her pussy begin to quiver under my fingers and it got even wetter. Her hand flew to the back of my head and held me to her as if I would even consider stopping what I was doing.

Heather's beautiful voice quietly cried, "Oh, my god! Oh, my god!"

She clamped her legs around my hand and her entire body shook in orgasmic delight. As I listened to her, I found that I was as excited and aroused as I had ever been in my life. 

She began to come down from her climax and I looked at her angelic face. She was flushed in the dull light of the theater. Her hair was tussled and her eyes were wide open and staring at me. She had a beautiful, sultry smile on her face.

Her breathing became more normal, less ragged, and she said, "Your turn."

I wasn't sure what she meant, but she soon showed me. She slid down onto her knees in front of me. She unbuckled my belt, opened my pants all the way, and slid them and my boxers down my thighs. I was completely exposed before her and for a scared second, I thought she would laugh and run from the theater.

Instead, she smiled at me once more and put her mouth over the head of my pulsing cock. Her perfume drifted up to my nose as her head began to move gently up and down the length of me.

I somehow knew that it would not take her long to make me cum if she kept doing what she was doing to me right now.

There was no subtlety in what she was doing to me. One hand was around the base of my cock, alternately feeding my length into her mouth and pulling it out. The other hand was gently massaging my balls. Her tongue caressed the underside of my ridged flesh while her mouth milked me. I remember thinking, "Where did she learn to do this?"

I felt extreme pleasure begin to expand outward from her mouth and I wanted to warn her. I suddenly felt self-conscious, though. I didn't want to embarrass her or myself. I knew what was about to happen, and I was sure she did, too, but I felt I had to do something to let her know what was about to happen.

"Heather," I whispered as quickly as I could. "Baby, I'm, umm, I'm going to, umm..."

She mumbled something around my meat that I could not understand.

"What," I asked.

She stopped just long enough to say, "In my mouth."

I had heard her, but I couldn't believe what she said, "What, baby?"

She stopped again, this time looking up at me. In the darkness, I saw her eyes were still wide and one hand had gone back between her legs, disappearing under her skirt. I could see her hand was moving furiously over her pussy.

As she looked at me, she said, "I know, baby. I want your cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to swallow your hot load." I was like she was a different girl all together. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined my wholesome, beautiful, blonde girlfriend saying these things to me. I had never been so turned-on in my life.

With that, she continued to produce that which she desired.

I was still in shock, but I was not about to stop her.

I began to move my hips, stroking my cock in and out of her mouth. She moaned her assent and I felt myself going over the edge. 

"Heather, I'm cumming."

She nodded slightly and moaned. I thought she was about to cum, too. 

My cock jerked in her mouth and I shot a torrent of salty sperm into her mouth. She groaned in delight and I could feel her mouth suctioning me, swallowing every ounce of my seed. Her hand slowly stroked the base of my cock in time with my spurts. I could feel her tongue waiting for the next shot and moving it down her throat. I was beginning to slow down, coming down from my orgasmic bliss when I felt her tense and moan. She was cumming again. 

She had her hand furiously rubbing her wet sex under her skirt, her mouth still milking my now softening cock, and she was cumming.

My cock slipped from her mouth and she groaned in the darkness between my legs. Just watching her made me love her even more. She was sexier, more beautiful than I could ever remember. I was so crazy in love with her.

As her orgasm subsided, I pulled her to me and hugged her. She whispered in my ear, "Was that enough for now?"

Her voice was pleading, as if I would not be happy at that moment. "That was amazing," I replied. "I love you so much and I have never been as happy as I am right now."

She smiled and began to put herself back together. I got dressed and we watched the rest of the movie in each other's arms.

Three weeks had passed since our interlude in the theater. Nothing had changed between us except we now had this sexy secret between us. I continued to never pressure her about sex and she continued to do everything she could to make sure I didn't have to. In stolen moments, she would stroke my cock until I came, always making sure to clean up my mess. 

When we were sure we wouldn't be caught, I would go down on her, licking her sweet, tender pussy until she would come all over my face. Her pussy was so pretty. She kept her hair trimmed into a triangle just above her slit. Her outer lips were puffy and smooth. When I lick her, I would open those fleshy lips to expose her pink inner lips and her clit. 

Once I learned where her clit was and how she liked it licked, I could make her cum over and over, her warm juice flowing over my tongue and fingers.

The way we found she liked it best was with her kneeling over me, my hands on her ass. She would ride my face while I would lick and suck her pussy until she came. She would ask me to squeeze her ass cheeks and tease her delicate ass hole by running my fingers over it. She never wanted my fingers, or anything else for that matter, in her ass, but she liked me to tease her. In all honesty, I never had any interest in anal, so I did only what she asked, no more.

The winter turned to spring and soon school would be over. I had enlisted in the Air Force and would be leaving in July for basic training in Texas. This news had come as a shock to Heather. I guess she had assumed we would go off to college together. The problem was there was no way I could go to college. 

My grades were good, but nowhere near good enough to get a scholarship. I didn't play any sports. My family could not afford to send me to college, as hers could. The reality was that the military was my only way to get any kind of training for a career, unless I wanted to be a cook at a steakhouse the rest of my life.

School ended in June and I would have one month to party my ass off before I left for the Air Force.

In late June, my best friend and I got a couple of rooms at the motel across the highway from where we worked and we threw a huge party. It was amazing to me that we were able to get the room, given that we were a couple of 17-year-olds. I guess the motel was short of guests. I'm sure the manager knew exactly what would be going on.

Once the restaurant closed, everyone was there. We had two adjoining rooms as far from the front desk as possible. There must have been 50 people in those two little rooms. 

In one bathroom, the tub had been filled with ice and all manner of beer and other alcohol. The other bathroom was the bathroom to use. Later that night, someone passed out in that bathroom. 

In one room, rock and roll was playing and everyone was talking and laughing. In the other room, the lights were dim and people were making out everywhere. I walked in there once, just to see who was in there and what they were doing. As I scanned the dim room, I wondered if this was what ancient Rome was like under the rule of Caligula. 

It was a great party. The only thing missing was Heather.

Heather had told me earlier in the day that she did not know if she would be able to make it to the party. Her parents had recently started being a little stricter with her, probably because they sensed that she would be leaving soon and they would be losing control of her entirely. Heather would be leaving the state to go to college. Their ability to tell her what she could and couldn't do every waking minute would be dramatically reduced.

Here it was, about 11:30, and Heather was not there. I had called her house and she told me quickly that she would call back. 

I continued to party, but I felt like part of me was missing.

At about 2 in the morning only the die-hard party animals were left. Everyone had had a great time and had chipped in for the cost of the rooms. In fact, my friend and I had managed to make a couple of bucks of the whole thing. We joked about starting a business of throwing parties.

When we heard a furtive knock on the door, my friend and I looked at each other, wondering who it could be. I opened the door and there stood Heather. She was dressed in a pale yellow sun dress and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She looked absolutely gorgeous. The only time I had seen her look better was on prom night weeks earlier. 

She smiled at me and I said, with more than a little shock, "Hey! I thought you couldn't make it?"

She said, "I snuck out. I wanted to be here earlier, but my parents wouldn't go to bed."




First Time is the Best



I was worried. I didn't like her getting in trouble. It wasn't her nature. "Heather, you are going to be in trouble."

"I'll be fine, Todd."

With that she took my hand and pulled me out of the room. She looked back over her shoulder at my friend and said, "John, you don't mind if I borrow him for the rest of the evening, do you?"

John, my best friend in the world, the person I had known for the longest time in my life beside my family, smiled and said, "As long as you bring him back in one piece to help me clean this place before check out."

She smiled, "I promise."

Holding my hand, we walked in the warm summer night to another room where Heather let us in.

I walked in and saw candles all over the room. The soft, warm glow turned the ordinary motel room into a magical space, devoid of time. I felt as if I had walked into the past.

Leading me into the room, Heather laid me on the bed and turned on some music. The soft, mellow sounds gently filled the room, easy to ignore, but there to fill the silence. Her perfume filled the air in the room. It was so pleasant, I could have just stood there all night and inhaled her.

Heather laid next to me and kissed me passionately. 

"Todd, I love you."

"I love you, too, Heather."

"I'm very sad that you are going away, but I understand why."

I just looked at her. What could I say? It wasn't that I wanted to leave her, but I couldn't stay a cook while she went off to college to earn any and all degrees she decided she needed. I knew I had to do something if I was going to have any kind of life.

After a few minutes of silence, she said, "Are you ever going to come back here?"

Heather knew that I did not like the town we lived in. I wanted to travel and see the world. I wanted to find my place in the world and I was pretty sure my place was not in a small town in Michigan.

"Of course, baby," I said. "You're here, Heather. I will want to see you whenever I can. I will come back. Do you want me to come back?"

She smiled in the candle light. She knew I was going to be back and that I would want to see her. She just needed to here me say it. "Of course, I want to see you. I don't even want you to go. I love you."

She kissed me again and there was a hunger in her kiss. Her hands immediately pulled my shirt off, exposing my hairy chest. She kissed her way down to my neck, and then continued down my chest. She rubbed her hands along my chest while she moved further down still, until she got to my shorts. 

She pulled them and I lifted my hips so she could get them off. My boxers came off with them.

I was already hard and she took me in her mouth. Over the months, she had learned more and more about oral sex, as I had. She now knew what she could do and what she could not do in order to keep me from cumming.

This was just foreplay, so she did not do anything to push me over the edge.

After a few minutes, she continued to kiss me down my legs until she was off the bed and standing.

I looked at her, once again allowing her to take charge of the situation.

I remember thinking that at that moment there could not have been a woman in the world more beautiful than this woman standing in front of me right now.

Slowly, she pulled her sun dress off, exposing her spectacular body.

It occurred to me that this was the first time we had ever been completely naked in front of each other.

My eyes gazed at her. Her firm breasts, her smooth stomach, her long, trim legs, the small patch of dark blonde hair above the tight slit of her sex. She was absolutely stunning. I suddenly felt very inferior to her. Here was this beautiful woman, completely naked, any man would give anything to see what I was seeing. I found myself wondering, not for the first time, what she was doing with me.

She climbed back onto the bed and at no time in my life, neither before nor since, have I ever seen anything more seductive. At that moment, I would have denied her nothing. There is nothing she could have asked of me at that moment that I would not have gladly given to her, such was the power in the look she gave me as she crawled on her hands and knees slowly up the bed to me.

When she got next to me, we grabbed each other and began to kiss, our warm bodies slid against each other. We were on our sides facing each other and she had one leg between mine. I had one arm under her head, stroking her back. The other hand fell naturally to her breast, caressing her erect nipple.

Her hand gently stroked up and down my side, occasionally cupping my ass cheek, pulling me closer to her. My erection pressed against her belly. She moved her body, letting my hardness gently slide along the smooth, silky expanse of her stomach.

Heather slid back down my body until I was once again in her mouth. I couldn't stop my hands from holding the back of her head while she gently sucked the head of my ridged cock. Her delicate hand stroked my shaft while her tongue caressed the sensitive underside of my engorged, throbbing sex.

After a few minutes of incredible pleasure, she swung her body around and straddled my head. She slowly lowered herself to my face. I could see how wet she was already. Her smooth, puffy outer lips were spread and I could see her pink inner lips glistening with her juice in the candlelight. 

I could smell the heady, musky sent of her arousal and I got more turned on. I extended my tongue and lapped at her swollen, wet sex.

She moved her hips to allow my tongue to reach every part of her, from her hard clit, along her wide open pussy, all the way to her tight ass hole. I licked every part of her, tasting her delicious pussy and ass (I had discovered one night that she liked me to lick her ass. I thought she would never stop cumming that night).

I felt her head moving up and down on me, and then she would take me out of her mouth and lick my length until she reached my hairy balls, which she would lick and suck.

I slid my hands along her back, then down to her firm ass cheeks. I teased her tight ass opening by running a finger around it, but not putting it in her.

She began to move her hips with more urgency, grinding her clit on my tongue. I knew she was about to cum.

She took my cock out of her mouth and started talking, "Oh, Todd, yes. Right there, baby. Please, don't stop. I'm going to cum all over your face. Yes, god, YES. YES! HERE I CUM, TODD! I'M CUMMING! OOOOHHHHHH!" Her legs shook next to my head as she came on my face. A flood of warm pussy juice soaked my lips and tongue. 

Heather came down from her orgasm and dismounted my face, once again lying next to me. She rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. My throbbing cock was between us and I could feel her soft pussy hair tickling the shaft.

I kissed her long and full on the lips. Her tongue snaked out between her lips and probed my mouth. My tongue caressed her tongue in a deep, soft, sensuous kiss. It was the kiss of lovers, the kiss of two people deeply in love with one another.

We parted and she looked into my eyes, "I need you inside me."

"Are you sure," I asked. I had wanted to make love to her for so long I could hardly stand it, but I was not about to do anything she was not sure she wanted.

She did not answer. Instead, she pushed me up gently and slid her hand between us. She took my manhood in her soft hand and guided it between her legs.

I felt her warm pussy lips on the head of my cock. I felt a drop of pre-cum ooze out of my swollen cock head.

She moved the head of my cock along her virgin lips until they parted. My head was at her tight opening. All I had to do was push and I would be inside her.

I saw a very brief look of fear cross her face and for a moment I thought she was push me away.

Instead, she said, "Make love with me, Todd, but, please, be gentle."

I nodded. I couldn't have spoken if I wanted to.

One hand stayed on my cock, keeping the head right at the opening to her womanhood. The other hand moved around me and pulled me to her, into her.

There was a moment of resistance on the head of my cock, and then suddenly, it was as if a wall broke and I was inside her.

My cock had slid halfway into her with one thrust and Heather and I gasped. Her eyes rolled back in her head and a low groan escaped her beautiful lips. 

I had never felt anything more pleasurable in my life.

I froze, just feeling the sensation of the warm wetness that had engulfed me. Over the months, Heather had become very, very good at the art of fellatio. She could make me last as long as she wanted. She could get me to cum as quickly as she liked. Her mouth was always so warm, her tongue gently massaging me.

But nothing on earth prepared me for how wet and warm her virgin pussy was. And, tight! Oh my god, was she tight. It was like a velvet vice around the head and shaft of my ridged tool.

Heather opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling. "Is it all the way in?" 

"No. That's about half. Am I hurting you?"

She shook her head, "No, baby. I want all of you. Just go slowly."

Instinctively, I pulled out slightly, feeling her smooth lips holding me, as if they did not want to let me go.

Once I had just the head inside her, I pushed it back in, slowly, gingerly, letting her feel every inch of me entering her.

We were each holding our breath until the head of my cock bumped the bottom of her slick canal and my very full balls came to rest on her smooth ass. We were a perfect fit for each other. 

Her chest was heaving and I lowered my mouth to one of her perky breasts, taking the erect nipple in my mouth. She let out a long, low groan and her hips rose, taking just a fraction more of me in her full sex. I was in heaven, floating among the clouds as she began to stroke my cock with her tight pussy. She was moving her hips up and down slightly under me as I held myself above her, caressing her nipple with my lips and tongue.

I could feel her warm, wet flesh massaging my ridged shaft. In a way, it was like when she sucked me with her mouth, but this was infinitely tighter, infinitely better.

I began to move with her, pulling my cock from deep inside her and sliding it slowly back in, to the hilt.

We kissed deeply, passionately, lovingly while our bodies melded together, moving together, dancing the timeless dance that men and women have shared since the dawn of time.

Her hands moved over my skin, filling me with tingling electricity that made my heart race. My lips and tongue caressed her neck and ears and lips.

Our pace continued slow and easy as I slowly pulled my entire length out of her then slowly slid it back into her, feeling every inch of her wet sex as she felt every inch of my hardness.

Her eyes, which had been closed, opened for a brief second, and she said, "You feel so good inside me. I love you."

I smiled back at her and said, "I love you, Heather. You are amazing."

She paused and looked at me with a bit of trepidation in her eyes. Then, she said, "Can I be on top for a while?"

I asked, "Why did you seem scared to ask me that?"

She smiled a silly grin and said, "I didn't want you to think I'm weird or kinky."

I hugged her to me again and whispered, "There is nothing about you I don't love, Heather. You can ask me to do anything and I won't think anything but how amazing you are."

She kissed me and rolled us over. My throbbing cock, coated with her slick pussy juice, pulled out of her while we adjusted our position.

She put one knee on either side of my hips and began to lower herself onto me. One hand held my hardness up, ready to impale her while the other hand spread her puffy outer lips to allow me to slide into her.

As the head of my cock touched her lips, she wiggled her hips making the head slide along her soaking wet slit. She lowered herself onto me, allowing me to fill her completely once again.

She started to move on top of me and I looked between our bodies to watch her slick pussy massage my length. I could see how wet my cock was as her bare lips caressed me over and over.

I started to move with her, pushing my hips up to meet hers, but she told me to lay still.

"I want to do it all. Just lay there and enjoy me as much as I am enjoying you."

I laid back and let my eyes closed as she rode me. I opened my eyes and watched her heavy breasts swinging with her movements. She moved one hand up to pinch her erect nipple. The other hand moved between her legs where she spread her lips allowing her exposed clit to rub against me. I watched her pleasuring herself while she rode me and got even more turned on.

Her eyes were closed and I could hear a slick, wet sound coming from between us as I slid in and out of her repeatedly. The room was filled with the smell of her pussy, an intoxicating aroma of pure sex which I had come to love. She tasted so sweet when I licked her and I loved how wet she would get when I would rub her clit until she climaxed.

Her movements got more erratic and urgent and her breathing started coming to her in gasps. I recognized the sounds of her orgasm closing over her.

Suddenly, her eyes opened wide, staring deeply into my eyes. She groaned, "Oh, god, Todd, I'm cumming on you!"

Over and over she announced that she was having an amazing climax, "Oh, Todd, oh, shit, I love you. You're making me feel so good, oh my god! I'm cumming so hard!"

I could feel her pussy squeezing my length, tightening over and over on me, almost milking the semen out of me. How I kept from cumming at that instant is a mystery to me to this day.

Her legs shook and her breasts jiggled as the orgasm washed over her, carrying her to new levels of pleasure. She moaned and groaned and announced to the world that she was experiencing pleasure beyond belief and that I was giving her that pleasure.

Finally, she began to come down. She collapsed on me and I could still feel her legs shaking and her pussy twitching on me.

The bed was soaked under me. I could feel a river of her juice running down between my legs and along the crack of my ass. She was covered in sweat and her hair was a mess. Her face was flushed as she pulled up and looked at me, an enormous grin plastered on her face. She had never looked so beautiful.

"I want to feel you cum in me," she said. There was no way I could deny her, but I was worried about getting her pregnant.

She seemed to read my mind, "It's okay. I've been on the pill for a while now."

I smiled and said, "I love you, Heather."

"Oh, Todd, I love you so much. You make me feel so good. I'm trying to figure out why we waited so long, but I'm glad we did this. It feels right. Now, I want you to cum deep in my pussy."

She began to move on top of me again, grinding her hips up and down on me while she kissed me. 

She broke the kiss, but continued to move her hips up and down, riding me for all she was worth. I moved my hands to her tits and gently pinched her nipples. She groaned and said, "You're going to make me cum again."

"If you do," I replied, breathlessly, "I'm going go off like Vesuvius."

Her hips moved faster, her pussy wordlessly begging me to bring her to another orgasm, begging me to fill her with my warm seed.

Heather gasped over and over until she moaned, "Here I cum, baby! Please, cum with me! Fill my tight pussy with your hot cum! I want to feel that hot load in my pussy!"

That was all it took.

I groaned and felt my cock head move along her cervix. My cock throbbed and shot jet after jet of creamy, warm cum deep into her. Her body shook as she came again and I filled her tight hole with my cock and cum.

We both thrashed around on the bed, completely enveloped in orgasmic bliss, calling each others names and shouting how good we felt.

My arms wrapped around her as my climax subsided. She was shuddering in my arms and whispered, "That was absolutely fucking amazing. You felt so good throbbing inside me."

I replied, "Heather, your pussy is so fucking tight and wet, I couldn't have held back if I wanted to."

Heather rolled off me and we laid on our sides kissing and staring into each other's eyes.

I was still hard, so I said, "I want to be in charge for a while."

Heather smiled that gorgeous smile, but it was different now. It wasn't a little girl grin, but the grin of a very happy woman. We had just grown up in each other's arms. We had gone from a couple of horny kids to a man and a woman making love. I had never felt so alive and I wanted it to never end.

I playfully rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her gorgeous ass up into the air. I could see how wet she was and there was a little of my creamy white cum leaking out of her formerly virgin pussy.

I knelt behind her and slid my iron-hard cock into her once again. If it was possible, she felt tighter this way. She groaned, saying, "Oh my god, Todd, your cock is huge! Fuck that pussy, baby. Give me another load of hot cum."

I started moving in and out of her, pounding deep into her over and over, my balls slapping against her pussy lips as I fucked her.

"Oh, god, yes," she cried. "Give it to me, yes, fuck me. Fuck my little hole."

Her sexy voice saying these naughty things, her tight pussy milking me, her round firm ass cheeks in my hands as I nailed her, it was all too much for me and I exploded again, pumping another massive load of cum into her sloppy pussy. I felt her hand between her legs, massaging my balls gently as if to get every last drop of semen out of them and into her.

We fell in a heap on the bed, our legs and arms around each other and slid into a blissful sleep.

I'm not sure what time it was, but it was still dark. I felt Heather's mouth on my cock and I was getting hard. Her blue eyes were staring at me intently as I woke up to the pleasurable sensation.

"Todd?"

"Yes, Heather."

"Make love with me again. I want to feel you on top of me as we cum together."

My cock was harder than ever and I pulled her up to me. I could taste her pussy on her lips from my cock.

She rolled on her back and pulled me on top of her as she spread her long, smooth legs.

My hardness, as if it had eyes of its own, found her wet hole open and ready, and I slid into her to the hilt once again.

She wrapped her legs around mine and pulled me down on her until my weight was one her completely.

We laid there and kissed as lovers, the deep kiss of soul mates in the most intimate of embraces.

She broke the silence, "I feel so safe right now. I feel like nothing can hurt me as long as you are here with me, just like this, with you protecting me from the world."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I said, "I love you, Heather. I always have. I always will."

She smiled and began to move her hips. I responded by thrusting in and out of her slowly, passionately, lovingly.

It was different this time. There was no hurry. We wanted to build up to it slowly.

We moved together in perfect union, kissing each other and staring into each other's eyes. The silence was broken only by our heavy breathing and the wet sound of her lips gliding along my length.

We both climbed closer and closer to the summit of our passion. Her eyes opened wider and wider, seemingly with each thrust of my manhood. 

Finally, she whispered, "I'm close, Todd."

I gasped back, "Me, too."

"Here I go, baby," she cried. "Oh, god, I'm cumming, Todd, cum with me!"

I couldn't speak. I closed my eyes and groaned as the pleasure washed over me. Once again her tight womanhood coaxed the semen from me and I shot into her repeatedly. Her arms were wrapped tightly around me just as the walls of her pussy were wrapped around my cock. 

We came together in a crescendo of passion and bliss. I looked at this beautiful woman and saw her for what she was: An angel.

We lay in the afterglow, wrapped in each other's arms, covered in a sheen of sweat, until we feel asleep.




First Time is the Best



I awoke and Heather was not in bed. I could hear a strange noise, but my tired brain could not figure out what it was. I didn't recognize my surroundings. Where was I and where was Heather? Did I just dream everything?

At that instant, the door to the bathroom opened and light flooded the room. Heather walked out of the bathroom completely naked and gorgeous as always. Her hair was flying around like she had been caught in a hurricane, but she was smiling and her body seemed to glow as she walked toward the bed and me.

"Hey, baby. You're awake," She said as she crawled under the covers with me. Her skin was cool from being out of the bed and she hugged me close to warm her.

I kissed her face and lips, which parted under my probing tongue.

"Heather, you are absolutely beautiful. I mean, you are so very gorgeous." 

She blushed slightly. One thing Heather was not very good at was taking compliments.

"Can I ask you a question," I asked.

She giggled and said, "You just did."

I couldn't help it. I giggled with her. 

"You could have anyone you would want," I said. "What are you doing with me?"

She looked at me, a very serious look in her eyes, "Why would I not want to be with you, Todd?"

"I'm just saying that I know I'm not the smartest, or the best looking, or the richest guy in school."

"Todd, you are very handsome and extremely intelligent. And, no, you are not the richest guy in school, but you have qualities that cannot be bought."

It felt good to have the prettiest girl in school tell me I was good-looking and smart, even if she was just stroking my ego. I was too much of a realist to know that I wasn't handsome.

"Do you want to know the one thing that trumps everything else, Todd?"

"Sure."

"You make me laugh. Sometimes you make me laugh so hard I think I'm going to pee my pants. You're smart, you're handsome, you're sexy, you're hung," this last she said with a big smile. "Most of all, though, you are funny and have a great sense of humor. A girl wants a guy who is going to be able to take the bad with the good and a guy who doesn't have a good sense of humor won't be able to do that."

"Things won't always be sunshine and rainbows. A guy with a sense of humor can roll with life's punches."

"Thank you," I said and kissed her.

After a few moments of complete silence, she looked at me with a devilish grin and said, "Want to take a shower?"

Moments later we were kissing deeply under a stream of steamy water. Her skin was soft and smooth under my hands. I could feel the ridges in her spine and the round curve of her ass cheeks. Her hands roamed over me, stroking my sides and chest.

Her firm breasts were pressed against me, her nipples like pebbles in my chest.

I felt myself slowly getting hard until the head of my growing manhood slipped between her thighs and nudged her wet sex.

Her smooth lips kissed the head and shaft of my stiffening cock. She moved her hips allowing her lips to glide along my length without me entering her.

I turned her around and pushed my cock against the crack of her ass, sliding it up and down. I kissed her back and neck, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her nipples. Her head tilted back to allow me as much of her neck as I wanted to kiss and lick.

I slid my hands along her belly and parted her legs. My fingers found her sex wet and open, ready for me. I probed the now familiar territory of her pussy, feeling the water pour over my hands and along her lips and clit.

She moaned as I isolated her engorged clit and rubbed it firmly, but gently. Her arms reached behind her to pull me closer to her. Her ass cheeks made a perfect cocoon for my dick and I slid it up and down along her crack. 

I kept massaging her clit until the familiar groans began coming from her. She was ready to cum. I wouldn't have stopped for all the tea in China. I wanted more than anything to make her happy and satisfied.

"Todd, oh, god, please don't stop. I'm going to cum all over your hand. Oh, please, oh, god, Todd, I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"

Her entire body shook in a way that it couldn't when we were laying in the bed. Her knees quaked and I had to hold her tight to keep her from falling.

She turned her head and kissed me as she came and she hummed in my mouth.

Just as she was beginning to come down, I turned her around to face me. She seemed limp, like her body was made of jelly.

I picked her up and pushed her against the cool wall of the shower. Then, I slid my rock-hard cock into her, pinning her to the wall.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and I ground myself into her. Once again I could feel the bottom of her tight pussy massaging the head of my cock.

She groaned in my mouth, kissing me, while we made love in the shower.

I lowered my mouth to her supple breast and kissed all around the nipple, teasing her. She tried to move her nipple to my mouth, but I pressed her tight to the wall, not letting her move as I rammed into her over and over.

Finally, I stopped teasing her and sucked on her erect nipple.

That sent her over the edge once again and she shook against me and the shower wall. My cock was buried to the hilt in her shuddering pussy and I could not hold back. I felt the tingling in the head of my cock that signaled I was going to cum.

"Heather..."

It was all I had to say. "Give me your cum in my quivering pussy, Todd. Fill me up with that hot load."

All I could do was groan as I spurted once again into my girlfriend, "OOHHHHH!"

"Oh, yeah. Your cum feels so good shooting inside me. Let me have all that cum."

My knees weakened and she could move, so she did, milking every last shot of warm cum from me.

I lowered her to the tub floor and we leaned against each other, just holding each other under the hot water.

After a few blissful minutes, we washed each other while stealing kisses and hugs.

When we were done, it was time to leave. We got dressed in the comfortable silence of two people for whom words are not necessary. I felt the big, stupid grin on my face, but I loved the feeling.

I looked at Heather and thought, "I truly love this woman. She has given me so much, shared so much with me. I'm lucky to have even known her."

She caught me staring at her and said, "What?"

I couldn't help but tell her, "Heather, I love you."

She blushed and said, "I love you, too, Todd."

Heather was in a lot of trouble for sneaking out of the house and I didn't get to see her much in the days leading up to my departure for the Air Force.

I missed her every day I could not be around her, but she was at the mercy of her parents until she left for college in the fall.

We never had a chance to have a night like that night. In fact, we only made love one other time. It was at my going away party my parents threw for me 3 days before I left. As the party was winding down, Heather and I stole away and had our first, and only, quickie. 

It was in the bathroom and we didn't have time to get undressed. It was thrilling, with the chance of being caught, but it was in no way comparable to the night we shared in the hotel. 

After I left for the service, she left for college and we lost track of each other.

I only saw her one other time.

I was home on leave from the service and I was walking in the newly built shopping mall. I had been in the Air Force for 7 years and was recently divorced from my wife.

As I walked, something compelled me to go into a perfume store. Over the years I had tried to find the perfume Heather had worn, but I never could. Whenever I would pass the perfume counter at a department store or a perfumery, I would take a couple seconds to smell the samples, trying to find the elusive scent of Heather.

I looked around the store in a daze. I had recently been divorced and here I was looking for something to remind me of a woman I had not seen or talked to in 7 years. I turned to leave the store, chastising myself for being foolish, when I almost ran into a woman walking into the store.

I mumbled an apology, as I had knocked a bag out of the woman's hand.

I retrieved the bag for her and handed it to her. Our eyes met.

"Heather!"

"Todd!"

It was all we could say for several strange minutes until I recovered enough to say, "How are you?"

"I..I'm good."

I leaned in and gave her an awkward hug. It was awkward partly because of the bags she was carrying, but mostly because of the long time since we had last held each other.

She was still as gorgeous as ever, with long blond hair and she was wearing the same perfume she had worn all those years ago. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had gotten married quickly to my ex after I had left for the service. I think the reason it didn't work out is because I still held a very large, very bright candle for the woman now standing in front of me. She wasn't wearing a wedding ring. My heart leaped. There could not have been a better time for me to see her.

"How are you," she asked.

"I'm okay. How are you?"

"I'm good. It's been a long time."

"I know. What have you been up to?

"Oh, you know, the usual," She answered somewhat uncomfortably.

"Do you have minute? I would love to buy you a drink and catch up," I asked hopefully.

"Hey, there you are," a man's voice from behind Heather.

I looked at him and knew exactly what was about to happen. I was about to meet Heather's husband.

"Who's this," he asked her.

"Oh, Kevin, this is Todd. He and I went to high school together. Todd, this is my husband, Kevin."

We shook hands and my heart fell. I was more depressed at that moment than I was when my marriage ended. I found myself wishing I had not even run into her.

We made inane small talk for a few minutes, until Kevin said, "Babe, we have to get going."

She nodded, "I know. I'm sorry, Todd. I have to go."

I nodded smiling my best no-I-didn't-just-have-the-worst-five-minutes-of-my-life smile. "Yeah, me, too," I lied.

Heather and I hugged one last time. It wasn't a hug of lovers. It was the hug of barely recognizable acquaintances. We were no longer boyfriend and girlfriend, no longer friends, really.

I was depressed beyond depressed.

As she turned to leave, I had to ask her one last thing, "Heather?"

She stopped, turned, and looked at me. The look was the same look she gave me so long ago. Her eyes twinkled and for a brief instant I saw the spark in those eyes from our days together.

"What is the name of your perfume? My wife would love it."

She just smiled, her tongue poking out from between her lips for just a moment.

"I don't remember," she said, smiling her big, gorgeous smile. I knew she was lying.

I laughed as I walked away.