6 comments/ 85941 views/ 2 favorites My First MMF By: taraross This is a true story which happened several years ago, but the names have been changed to protect the guilty. It could have been considered very unwise to select one of my best friends for a threesome with my girlfriend, but this all happened long before the internet, and in a small Northern town where picking up a stranger could have been disastrous. Anyway, I knew she fancied him and I knew that almost any straight guy would want to fuck Claire - but it was still pretty foolish. It lead us all into one of the most bizarre and incestuous periods of our lives. Claire and I had moved out of the shared house into a one bedroom flat about a street away because we were working on an album and needed some peace. However Andrew was always around our flat, bumming off university and smoking hash with me. Claire left the bedroom where we were chilling out and went to the toilet, as I continued chatting with Andrew and smoking our spliff. She was gone for ages. Eventually I went to the kitchen to put the kettle on, and just as I finished putting the sugar into the teas, Clair came out of the bathroom. "Shall we do it then?" She asked quietly. "What?" "Shall we do that threesome?" "If you want to..." "How do we get it started?" She was really jumpy. "Leave that with me. Let's go back in to the room." We returned to the bedroom, where Andrew was sat on the edge of our futon. I handed him his tea and sat on the floor opposite. Claire sat nervously beside me. Andrew handed me the joint, and I took a deep toke and handed it to Claire with a conspiratory wink. "Andrew," I said, exhaling blue smoke. "Question for ya. Would you like to fuck Claire?" He looked shocked. "I'd LOVE to fuck Claire." "Go on then." "Are you joking?" But by then she was already sitting down beside him. She lifted his chin with her finger, kissed his lips once and put her tongue into his mouth. They stared to kiss passionately. To this day I have never felt so many emotions at once. Anger, jelousy, and incredible hornyness to name just three. She waved me over to join them, but I just wanted to watch for a while. Claire's hand went down to his crotch and rubbed his packet as he started squeezing her tits through her shirt, their tongues kissing deeply. I must confess that I had a serious boner as I watched the situation unfold. He pushed her back onto the bed and undid her jeans, pulling them down to her ankles and exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She sighed as he slid a finger into her pussy, and slowly began to poke her. She lifted herself onto her elbows and made eyes at me to come closer. I sat down beside her, kissed her once and then pulled her top off over her head. Andrew was eating her pussy as I undid her bra and threw it onto the floor. She whispered "Somebody fuck me." The following ten seconds must have looked hilarious to a fly on the wall. Claire was sprawling on her back, naked, as Andrew and I quite literally raced to get our clothes off. We wore tight jeans back then, and there was definitely a bit of hopping about as we struggled to free ourselves. Eventually, we both stood naked. I took a crafty peak at Andrew's cock and was rather relieved to see that it was smaller than mine. I know they say size doesn't matter, but I promise you it does. I'd never seen another hard cock in real life before, and if he'd pulled out a "throbbing ten inches of man-meat", as years of pornography would have had me believe, I'd have felt rather intimidated. I glanced down at Claire, and as I looked back up I caught him assessing mine in the same way. He looked away quickly. All good though, I was still the daddy. I made a kind of "after you" gesture, and he knelt down between Claire's thighs, preparing to screw her. Then he stopped. "Have you got a condom?" he asked. Shit. We hadn't thought of that. Claire and I hunted the flat for about five minutes, and found only one. Claire was on the pill so we didn't use them except for anal. She hurriedly put it on him, and resumed her position. He slowly pushed his rubber clad cock into her, and began to gently thrust in and out. She put her arms around his neck and winked at me over his shoulder. "Fuck me harder Andrew. Harder." He stepped up the pace somewhat. I knelt beside her, grabbed a handful of hair and started working her head back and forward on my cock as Andrew banged away between her legs. Her face was flushed, her nipples were as hard as rubber as I pinched them, and she was obviously loving it. She put her legs around Andrew's waist. After a few minutes of this we switched position. Andrew sat against the cushions, and I fucked Claire doggy style as she knelt between his legs, sucking his cock. I slapped her arse until it was rosy red, and she moaned with delight. I suggested that Andrew hold her by the hair while she sucked him, and he seemed only too pleased to give it a go. We switched around, and I got to enjoy her mouth as Andrew fucked her from behind. She looked back at him and asked him not to come inside her, "I'm wearing a condom, " he said. "I took it off when I was sucking your cock." She replied, and went straight back to sucking me. After a minute she told him to lay on his back. He did as he was told, and Claire lay down beside him and began to roughly stroke his cock. "Look at me. I know you've wanked yourself off thinking about doing this with me, Andrew. It's real now though. I've let you fuck me, and now I'm going to make you spunk up." It took him another second and a half to squirt. It was rather impressive actually -- much more than I usually came -- it went all over his stomach and chest, as well as her hand and forearm. She dabbed a bit on her finger and licked it off, then pecked him on the lips. My turn. She went down on me and hammered my cock with her hand and her mouth until I came. She swallowed it with a smirk, and headed to the bathroom to clean up. I was in a kind of shock. Then Andrew said "I didn't know you were into this sort of thing Liam. Angela's always talking about being fucked by you, but we were scared to ask." Angela was Andrew's girlfriend. Hmmm. My First MMF I've known Jane for several years and she is part of the crowd I hang with for sports games, BBQs, pool parties, etc. One day she hosted a backyard BBQ with the usual crowd. It was a lively affair with plenty of adult beverages being consumed and just an enjoyable time. As the party was ending Jane asked Bob and I to help her take down the table and chairs she had outside. Of course we were glad to help and worked up a sweat transporting furniture from the back yard to a place in the garage so the rental company to pick them up the next day. It took a bit of time and a lot of trips before we completed our task. By that time Jane had any remaining food put away except the large chest containing beer, wine, and the Margaritas. I prefer Margaritas over beer and Jane always keep them flowing for me. She was standing on the patio when we finished. "I really appreciate your help with all that stuff, now would you pop the top off the hot tub please," she said pointing to the hot tub with her beer in hand. We did as instructed and Jane said she was hot and was ready to relax. She then proceeded to remove all her clothes and climb into the tub. Bob and I just stood there with our mouths wide open and in a bit of shock of what just transpired. "Don't you guys want to join me?" We looked at each other, and as quick as we could, undressed and sat beside her in the tub. Pretty easy to see we both were sporting erections as we got into the tub. "Ok Jane," I said, "This is new for me; what do you have in mind." "I've thought about having two men fuck me at the same time for a long time and I decided I want it to be you two and I am horny as hell. Are you game?" I put her hand on my hard cock. "Does that answer your question?" Bob followed suit and put her other hand on his cock. "Count me in too." "Great. I want some good hard fucking, sucking, touching, and lots of orgasms. I want to cum and cum and cum but first I want to lick some lovely cocks. Let's move to the deck so you can sit on the side of the hot tub and I can play." I gave Jane a kiss and gave her breast a gentle squeeze. "Your wish is my command." We did as instructed and Jane began to suck and lick Bob's dick and then do the same to mine. We looked at each other and knew we were in for a lot of fun this evening. Neither one of us knew exactly what, but we both knew Jane was full of adventure. Jane moved to a bench and positioned her body so that her head could be below the bench. I moved in front of her and she took my cock into her mouth. Bob knelt between her legs and opened them to his eager mouth. His tongue was all over her bald pussy. When he inserted his finger into her cunt, she moaned with delight. I couldn't get over how erotic it all was. Jane was running her tongue all over the head of my cock with a hot and wet mouth. Bob was licking her clit and fingering her cunt and I could tell by the way she was sucking me that Bob was bringing her close to an orgasm. Looking down at her breasts I reached down and cupped my hands on both her tits and squeezed her nipples. That put her over causing her to moaned and gasp as the orgasm flooded her with one wave after another. "That was wonderful," she said with a look of satisfaction, "Why don't you two change places and we can do this again." It was my turn to savor the taste of her cunt full of her sweet cum; one of my favorite activities. Her clit was hard and I flicked tongue around it, I nibbled on it, and licked it until she came again. We did several positions with someone's cock in her cunt and a dick in her mouth. We would do every position twice with Bob and I reversing our spots and we would ride until she had an orgasm each time. I never knew a woman more insatiable. I didn't know how much longer I could keep this going. I wanted to cum but my dick was getting sore. What a dilemma. Jane came to my rescue by announcing she had one last position and she wanted us to cum. I swear I saw a look of relief on Bob's face. The last position she had in mind was for a cock in her cunt and one in her ass. She even produced some lube for the occasion. Neither Bob nor I had ever fucked a woman in the ass even though as much as we always wanted that, it just never happened. Bob and I did the "rock, paper, scissor," routine and unfortunately he won. I got on my back so Jane could straddle me and slide my cock all the way in her cunt. She leaned on top of me and Bob gently inserted his cock into her ass. Words fail me to describe how incredible it felt. I could feel Bob push his cock up her ass and how tight her cunt felt around my cock. I could not move much but Bob could slide his cock up and down in her ass. As we all began to move more I was able to slide Jane up and down on our cocks at the same time. I could feel her cum over and over again while Bob and I continued to pump. I watched Bob close his eyes and clench his jaw as his orgasm built to climax. I soon followed and we all just rested catching our breath. "Wow. That is the most intense orgasm ever. Thank you both for fulfilling a fantasy I have had for a long time. It was everything and more. I can see more fun like this in the future." Bob and I traded winks and gave each other a high five. Bob said he needed to leave so Jane and I were alone in the hot tub. I took that opportunity to play with her pussy. I love rubbing her clit and bringing her off over and over and she is eager to have me do just that. Fortunate for me that night, I didn't have to drive home. My First Mom I ring the doorbell. It's around 11:00 pm and my friend Jesse asked me to sleepover tonight. Jesse opens the door. "Hey man how's it going?" "Good. You ready for a good time?" "You bet!" I'm walking into his house and heading towards his room. I catch a glimpse of his mom...I can't help but stare a little longer as she is changing into a black lace nightgown that only stretches down to her lower ass. (Jesse's mom has green eyes, brown hair, 36C cup, 5'5, and fit with a nice ass) I avert my eyes back to where I'm supposed to be and I walk towards Jesse's room. I place my belongings down and I hear a knock on the door so I go to open it. "Hey John, it's nice to see you! How is it like to be 18 now?" "Hey Mrs. Wolb, how are you?" I stare in her eyes. She looks really hot in those black framed reading glasses. I notice how she put on a white bathrobe but where the collar of the bathrobe separate just before the neck, I can see her cleavage. It was a perfect line splitting her tits. "I'm good thank you!" She replies. "Thanks for letting me sleepover tonight." "Oh no worries, if you need me I'll just be in my bedroom." "Okay thank you." I watch her walk away from me. Her bare legs look so nice and smooth. I just want to feel and put my cock in-between them- that's how nice they look. I change into my pjs- which is just boxers- and get ready for bed. Jesse gets out of the shower and walks into the room. He gets ready for bed and we start to discuss about girls in our school and who can give better 'head' at school. But honestly, I not paying attention to what he's saying. I'm still thinking about Mrs. Wolb and how I want her to give me what I need. After about a half an hour, I plan to sneak into her room later on tonight. We talk more about girls for the next while, but Jesse calls it a night and goes to bed. I take out my phone and I set an alarm for 3:30 am. I make sure that the alarm sound is only loud enough so that I can hear it but no one else will hear it. I decide to take a nap because I need full energy to see Mrs. Wolb sleep. ... The sound of the alarm wakes me up. I quickly shut the alarm so that no one else and hear and I slowly get out of my sleeping bag on the floor. Careful not to wake anyone up, I tiptoe slowly towards Mrs. Wolb's room. My heart is racing as I see Mrs. Wolb asleep. She is wearing her nightgown, and luckily for me, the blankets were only covering her knees to her feet. I walk up beside her. Her breasts expand and contract through every inhale and exhale. Her mouth is open through breathing, and her arms are at her side. "Should I do it?" I ask myself. Ignoring my conscious, I decide to plant my lips gently on hers. This gives me a huge boost of energy as it makes me hungry for more. I gently place my left hand on her nightgown where her tit is. The soft, tenderness, and hardness of her nipple press against my hand as the texture of those make my dick hard. With the right hand, I slide my boxers down and my hard dick is pulsing and ready to go. I use my right hand again and slowly grab her hand and move it slowly onto my cock. I wrap her fingers around my cock, while my left hand is still on her tit. This, no surprisingly, makes her move around in her sleep. She doesn't move her position, but her hand is now comfortable around my cock while she is sleeping. The warmness of her hand can't help but make me want to cum. "I want more of this." I tell myself. After a couple minutes, I think of something that might make her wake up, but it is certainly worth a try. I slowly move her hand off my cock, this makes her move around a little bit but she's still in pretty deep sleep. I use my hands and slowly spread apart the lace-material that covers her tits. I see her exposed nipples and they are nice and small and hard. I use my index finger and thumb and I gently pinch the nipple. "This feels so great." I say to myself. I notice that her thighs are visible and not under the blanket. I decide to use my left hand and place it on her thigh so feel the tender yet smoothness of her skin while I use my right hand and rest it on her nipple. This rush of excitement keeps me going as I take both hands off. I approach closer to her face. Her beautiful face with nice dick sucking lips makes me hornier as I rub my cock slowly. I slowly place my cock into her mouth. Although it moved her jaw a little bit, her mouth seemed to have adapted itself to my cock. I just leave my cock in her mouth as I feel the wetness and sliminess of her tongue just resting on the bottom of my cock. I do this for a couple minutes to enjoy my cock in Jesse's mom's mouth. I decide to make this a memory and I take my phone that I took with me from Jesse's room. I take a picture without flash but it's too dark. I then turn on the flash, hoping that it won't wake her up and I take a picture of my cock resting in Mrs. Wolb's mouth. The flash triggers a very bright light and it gets Mrs. Wolb to moan. I panic as her jaw starts to move and her lips start to hug my shaft. She moans a little more, signalling that she's waking up. I'm panicking because if I take my cock out of her mouth, she will wake up indefinitely. Her tongue moves and I can't help but feel like I'm getting a blowjob and going to get into huge trouble at the same time. She moves her right hand up to her eye and rubs it. She slowly opens her eyes and our eyes lock... Part II coming soon. My First Morning with J "I'm so BORED! Everyone is asleep and will be for hours, Jamie." "Then come over." "But, what if someone wakes up?" "Who cares? They know we're friends. You're bored, I'm bored. Come over." "O.K. But I gotta let them know, first. I'll call you back for directions in a minute, K?" "O.K. Ciao, babe." I giggled and hung up, I always loved the way Jamie said that. I walked over to my boyfriend, who was sleeping on the floor to tell him of my intent. He wouldn't rouse so I went into the bedroom to inform the friend we were staying with that I was going to go hang out with Jamie. I got a mumbling 'Yea, sure, O.K....' from her, and I was off. Ring, ring, ring "Heya, Jamie. I'm on Main Street now, the school on my right. What direction do I go?" "Take a right until you get to Oak street and then take it 8 blocks until you get to Sixth. The house is the 2nd on the right." "O.K. I'll be there soon. Gotta go as my battery is about to die, I'll call back if I get lost." "Ciao, then." I listened to my MP3 player as I walked, and just kind of searched nervously, never having been to this town before. My friend had 'kidnapped' my boyfriend and I for the night out of boredom. I forgot how late of sleepers they were. I will admit I did day-dream a bit about Jamie. I had met him before my boyfriend, and I had a base animal attraction for him. I was starting to think my plan to alleviate my boredom a bad one, however I was at the end of my walk, and it was basically too late to turn back now. I went and knocked on the door. "Enter!" Jamie called out. I obeyed and I saw him getting up from the chair as I did. I barely had the door shut before he had pressed me against the door and was kissing me passionately but gently. My legs went weak and he pushed me down into a crouched position. I sat there dazed, my back against the door, as he unzipped and shoved his hard cock into my mouth. As I couldn't move my head, he basically just fucked my mouth, and I moaned in pleasure from it! After about a minute of it, he stopped and went and sat down again. I fell to my hands and knees, not quite knowing what to do with the fog swirling about my head. "Feel better?" I asked "Yea, you were convenient; I'd thought I'd use you to finish me off." Jamie said nonchalantly. I loved yet hated how off-handed he was about things. When we'd play online he was the same. I crawled over and sat at his feet, watching him play Heroes for a bit. After my head cleared we had some random conversation about his game and eventually it came back to the norm for us. "So, they know where you are?" Jamie inquired. "Yea, they won't be up for hours, but Missy said they'd be over when they awoke. Most likely it won't be until after noon." "O.K. So we got time, then. Go lock the door for me." I went over and did so. By the time I turned around he was halfway to the bedroom. "Come, now." Jamie ordered me in a tone of voice that just made me want to melt. I entered his bedroom to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. He stared me down in a way that made me want to look away. I came to him, and he held me close. Knowing just how to hold me, he kissed me slowly and passionately again. My hands rested on his shoulders as his hands caressed over my body. He then pushed me to my knees, much less urgently then when I was pressed to the door. I looked down and he placed his hand under my chin, making me look up into his beautiful blue eyes. Jamie then took my hands in his and paused a moment before asking of me "Would you..., at least until that door opens..., like to call me Master?" "I suppose so..." I trailed off as I looked away. I was completely shocked and at a loss for words. I felt nervous and my heart was racing. I was scared. I wanted this. 'But what about my boy?' What did it mean? Before I could even think about it further, I just went with what my heart screamed at me. "Yes, yes I do. Sir..." I could feel Jamie smiling down at me, wishing I had the strength to look up at him. I couldn't do it, hurting, not knowing why. He pulled me up to him and kissed me again. Jamie then laid back on the bed and motioned me to come up to him. He bent me over him, my ass in the air, and gave me a few swats. I moaned, wishing he'd do it just a few more times; I was so close to orgasm. He slid his hand up my leg, pulled my camouflage skirt over my ass, then my lacy black panties down. "Do you like them? I wore them just for you. I know how much you like lace..." I whispered. "Did you now?" "Mmmm-hmmmmmm." was my only response, as I was incapable of more as he had slid his fingers into my dripping cunt. "Oh, look, I found a G-spot" Jamie declared, as nonplussed about it as if he was commenting that it had started to rain. I writhed in pleasure, getting closer. Right before he pushed me over the edge Jamie slipped a pussy-moistened finger into my ass as well. I screamed my release and mewled like a kitten as it tore through my body. Jamie undid his zipper and jeans' button with his left hand as he began to thumb my clit. He pulled his hard cock out of his pants and looked at me devilishly. "Do you wanna kiss it?" I bent my head down and gave it a few tentative licks and stopped. "Come on, I KNOW you can do better then that." Jamie growled while rubbing my clit so hard it almost hurt. I yelped and took his cock into my mouth. He made me come a few times before asking "Do you want me to lick you now? Lick you until you scream, baby?" "Unh? Um... nuh-uh." I managed to find the voice for. Jamie had a puzzled look but just kept going. I had one more big orgasm before he stopped and I collapsed upon him. He got up, grabbed a pillow and sat on his knees by the bed. "Come here." I knew better then to argue, so I listened and maneuvered myself how he wanted me. Jamie just knelt there and began to lick me, I knew it just wasn't the sensitivity but his talent that had me a mewling, screaming mess within the first minute. He grabbed me by the wrists and I arched my back; trying not to move too much. He was true to his word and made me scream through too many orgasms to count before he finally let up. He gave me a few minutes to recover. "Get dressed and come out here." He ordered as he walked down the hall back to the living room. I did, finding my panties way under the bed somehow. I entered the room and sat on my knees next to Jamie's chair. My head rested on his knee, and he caressed my hair as he read some random thing or another online. After a while we started talking again. I eventually ended up sitting between his legs. Jamie began touching me all over, and grabbed my throat. "I could do anything with you right now, couldn't I?" "Yes, Sir, you could." I rasped out, Jamie's grip firm. He tested his boundaries and gave me a slight slap to the face. I gave a soft breathy sigh of pleasure and he smiled at me again. He got rougher, and had me panting with want from his treatment quickly. "Why don't you take my cock out and suck it?" I obeyed quickly, wanting to do so more then anything. I started slowly, licking up and down, and trying to take as much in my mouth as I could periodically. "Mmm, that's good. Are you my little cock-slut?" I moaned a 'yes' around his dick. "Do you like being my little cock-slut? Hmm?" I nodded this time while moaning another 'yes' even louder. After about 10 minutes of my devoted work, he shoved me away. Jamie was panting, his eyes rolled back. When he had recovered he said, "I should probably have let you know that I can orgasm without ejaculating." when I looked at him confused. "Oh, O.K. I thought I had done something wrong..." "Not at all, my dear..." Jamie pulled me close to him, my head in his lap, my hands on his chest. "Why did you not want me to go down on you earlier?" He asked. "I, um, was a bit preoccupied, if you hadn't noticed. Also, I guess I was feeling a bit self-conscious." "Mmm-hmmm..." We sat there like that for a bit while I gathered courage to ask a question that I had meant to ask in all of our on-line play. I knew the request to call him Master would extend far beyond this short session. "I can tell you something amusing right now." Jamie said all of a sudden. "And what's that?" I asked amused. "You have a big crush on me right now. Don't you?"I blushed and looked away. "Maybe..." He chuckled at me. I figured now was as good a time as any. "Sir?" "Yes, my slut?" I tingled at that, trying to ignore the butterflies and odd giddiness that it invoked. "What does it mean to, to, er, be...., to be your...., your slave?" I finally got out. He tilted my head up to look me in the eyes as he answered. "It means honesty. The honesty that you want to be. The honesty if you don't." "......... That's it." I said matter-of-factly. "Yes. Honesty. And what amounts to an eternal crush." ".......... That's it?" "Yes. It's a two-way thing, Darlin'. I'm honest with you, and you me." I was just about to ask another question, but my phone rang. I suppose the slugs were finally up and were coming over. I answered, and they were. "Don't forget to unlock the door." He reminded me. My First Mouthful Just arriving home at 4 in the morning, a salty yet intoxicating taste lingering in my mouth, I felt I should put my thoughts down before retiring. After all, I had just sucked a cock for the first time, and it was a wonderful experience I had waited oh, too long to try. I now knew it wouldn't be my last, so I decided that, at least for my own sake, I should describe the feelings so I could relive them again and again. I am an average white male, so I thought, who has been out of the loop since my wife left me several months ago. My sex life with her was so-so at best, although I did supplement it on the side on occasion. But lately I had been fantasizing on what it would be like to please a man, to be used by him, and be rewarded for my efforts. I had been looking at a lot more porn than usual lately, and I was always drawn to the cum shot and blow job sections of the sites I frequented. Being only average sized myself, I was practically mesmerized looking at giant cocks, and watching them being devoured by willing mouths. I wondered how it would feel to have one grow in my mouth, how the precum seeping out of it would taste, and more importantly, if I could make one explode down my throat. But most of all, I was curious if I would have second thoughts after performing the deed. So, after months of servicing myself while watching people swallowing loads on my computer screen, I got up the nerve to post a message in a chat room claiming I was looking for a large cock to please, with no strings attached. Maybe I set too wide a net, because next day when I looked, I had about thirty responses, and in the week since, it had risen to almost one hundred. Some were really intriguing, and I was like a kid in a candy store, undecided which one I should respond too. I finally choose one who said his name was Bill. He was white, married, and had a nine inch cock that needed servicing on a regular basis. After several notes back and forth, we decided to meet for coffee and a chat just to see how great an idea of mine this was. I suggested a Starbucks near my house and we spotted each other as soon as I arrived. I just somehow knew who he was as soon as I laid eyes on him, and I knew this would be the man I would take the plunge with. We sat at an outdoor table, and after a few minutes chatting, Bill started telling me how much he wanted to ram his giant cock down my throat. The way he talked dirty really started getting me turned on and I was ready then and there to drop down on my knees and have a go at it. But clearer heads prevailed, and he arranged for me to meet him after work that evening. Bill ran a small bar about a mile from my home that I had never been to before, though I knew where it was. He told me he usually closes at two a.m. and suggested I arrive a little after that. My cock was hard with excitement and so, without the slightest hesitation, I agreed to be there. As I got up to leave, my cock was rock hard, protruding in front of me, and he grabbed a hold of it, driving shivers throughout my body. As we walked to the subway, I suggested we wait and take the elevator down instead of the stairs. Getting in after him, I reached back and felt his cock, and it was huge, he wasn't lying! I knew I wanted that meat pole and it took a lot of effort to just let go and part company until later that night. So, I had about eight hours to reflect on what I was about to do, and I was excited beyond imagination. I guess it was finally time for me to try something new. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted it, and was determined to give him a blow job he'd never forget. I only hoped that I would be good at it. After all, I was a novice and would have to rely on resolve rather than experience. But, having been on the other end on many occasions, I had a pretty good idea what felt good and what didn't. I just hoped I could stretch my mouth wide enough to take his cock deep and maintain enough saliva to keep him sliding in and out as I devoured him. Here I was, never having sucked a cock before, but knowing that was what I wanted to do more than anything. The time leading up to our meeting dragged on forever, and finally I left my house at two a.m. and got to Bill's bar about twenty minutes later. As I opened the door, to my delight it was empty, except for my new found friend, and he told me to latch the lock on the door and make myself comfortable. He poured us a couple glasses of white wine and when he came over to my seat gave me a kiss on my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth. That was an unexpected, yet exciting surprise and it broke any tension I was feeling. We both knew what I was here for, and as Bill started caressing my shaft I immediately reached for his manhood and started unzipping his pants. They opened up to a pair of tight green shorts that outlined a huge, standing tall cock with an equally impressive set of balls. I was temporarily mesmerized by this beautiful sight as he grabbed me by my head and eased me forward face to face with it. I gave a few quick nibbles through the shorts before pulling them downward to expose the most perfect cock I could ever imagine! The first words I could blurt out were, " Bill, this really is nine inches, isn't it?" and he responded with a chuckle and said it would get bigger if I treated it right. That said, I pounced on it, shoving the first cock down my salivating throat. Sure enough, I could feel it expanding and the feeling drove me crazy. Feeling a cock grow in my mouth for the first time was something to die for! He was so big yet I was determined to tackle as much of it as I could. I could taste Bill's precum and it was so delicious and at the same time it coated my throat to ease his tool even further and deeper into my cock hungry mouth. Holding my hand around his vein-encrusted shaft, I rode up and down on his cock, spinning my tongue around his velvet head and slurping out a steady stream of salty-sweet precum. Boy, I thought, "this is easy!" It felt so good and Bill was apparently just as pleased. He kept saying, "That's it,baby," and "Don't stop, that's great." I loved hearing his encouragement and it made me go on, more determined to take him deeper. A couple of times I would pull his cock out and lick and nibble along the length of his tool, finishing with love bites on his enormous ball sack before returning to his joy stick. I only met this cock moments ago, and I was in love with it! I was groaning; in pure ecstasy, as I worshipped it with my mouth and tongue. My mouth was still moist and this cock slid in and out in a steady rhythm as Bill hummed and I moaned. As my throat started to relax more, I was taking his shaft deeper and deeper and with that my man started face-fucking me. Evidently I wasn't causing him any discomfort with my teeth and he proceeded to use me like a whore. I wondered if I could ever take the whole nine inches but hadn't gotten that far. I was gagging, gasping for breath and had to pull back a few times for air. Maybe experience will make me better at that. It was a strange sensation. Choking makes you feel like you are dying, yet at the same time you don't want to stop! For the longest time, I pounded this beautiful pole as I took it as deep as I could. I sucked in and used my tongue as a rapier on his cock head, and Bill was getting close, saying, "If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum, baby." Well, I didn't want to stop, and I sure did want him to cum! I said, "Give me your seed baby, I want it all," as I eased back a little so I could get a better taste when he exploded. As I swirled my tongue around the cock head, the first squirt exploded in my mouth! Immediately I grabbed his nut sack and squeezed tightly as I sucked hard on his beautiful tool. Bill screamed as I took in three or four more massive salvos, his cock recoiling like a howitzer. He tried to pull away, but I wouldn't let him. I eased up the pressure as I started to appreciate the taste of his huge load, but I wouldn't let that cock go far. My first taste of cum and it was heavenly. My mouth was filled to the brim with warm, sweet tasting nectar and a cock that even as it started to shrink, was still bigger than my own. Wild thoughts were going through my head, yet I had never felt so happy. I didn't want to swallow. As the love juice slid down my palate, I realized this was the best meal I had ever had. Bill had leaned back to rest as I continued to worship his weapon. I must have sucked him for thirty minutes before he exploded but felt I could continue indefinitely. His cock was just that beautiful. Well, finally Bill pulled me up to my feet and said thank you then thrust his tongue down my throat while planting a most passionate kiss on my still half filled mouth. I moaned as his hard tongue jammed against mine, while we both enjoyed the final remnants of his fast disappearing load. A marvelous sensation came over me as I felt a sharp tongue jabbing mine as his cum coated my teeth, throat and tonsils.I had never felt so satisfied, fulfilled or happy. I hardly knew this hunk, just meeting him today, but felt so at ease, knowing in my mind that this was the man I wanted to please on a steady basis. After I swallowed the last of his load, I honestly told him I'd do that again anytime he asked me. He assured me there would be plenty more to come and asked me to come by next day for a repeat performance. After another passionate kiss, I left for home knowing that tomorrow would be the start of a new life for me, one that I couldn't wait to start. My First Musical Score (Note: The following is dream based, and might contain certain scenarios and/or observations that may be confusing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.) I can distinctly feel the winter chill penetrate my thin woolen gloves, which cling pleadingly to the near empty coffee tin. I am hunched over in a fetal position hugging my knees close to my chest to keep warm. A handsome middle-aged man sporting a dark trench coat exits the pub, his gaze instantly lowering to meet mine. I can't help but fixate on the distinguishing crevices framing his features. He extends his hand with great certainty; confident he has properly assessed my degree of desperation. I do not hesitate for even a moment to accept. My nipples shrivel at his mere touch, but I reason that it is from the cold breeze wafting through my tattered shirt as he pulls me to my feet. He drives us to a desolate mall plaza, and unlocks the door to what appears to be a music store or recording studio. It is at this moment when the burning desire to pee overwhelms me. I begin to beeline towards the bathroom, but he abruptly cuts me off, blocking my path. I reason that the idea of a warm nights sleep and a possible meal aren't worth the struggle despite my aching bladder. I want to ask him what I can do to persuade him to let me past, but I am either mute or speak a foreign language. As though reading my mind, he gestures downwards to the buttons on my shirt, instructing me with his eyes. I quickly comply and strip down. There is a full-length mirror nearby which reflects a young, petite Asian girl with a swollen belly. My racial transformation doesn't seem to intrigue me nearly as much as the prospect of looking at least 5 months pregnant. I have long, thin, raven tresses and am astonishingly beautiful. After absorbing my features for a moment, he motions me towards a mini-bar and proceeds to pour us drinks. I spot a tub filled with ice, beer, and pickled eggs. The temptation becomes almost too much to bare, and I reach hungrily into the barrel for one of the eggs. He quickly seizes my wrist and glares at me, daring me to be so bold again. With my arm still firmly in his grip, the man thrusts me onto a bar stool and gently pries my thigh apart with his free hand. He seems quite pleased with the shimmering tuft presented before him and instinctively reaches down for a stroke with his fingertips. A sudden moment of shyness overcomes me and I flinch away, angering him enough to plant a firm smack on the sensitive flesh. I let out a small gasp. He smirks. Finally releasing my wrist, he plucks a red carnation from a nearby vase and breaks off most of the stem. He cups it in his hand and proceeds to trace the soft petals gently against my neck, breasts, and belly. I become very relaxed and still, allowing him to venture back down between my thighs. As I let out a contented sigh, he presses the flower into my mound and then draws it up to his nostrils, inhaling its sweet aroma. He then plucks one of the moist petals and feeds it to me. The man senses my embarrassment and places my palm on the bulge of his pants to show that I am not alone in my arousal. I reach in for his zipper, but he smacks my hand away and nods his head in the direction of the bathroom. I have decided the pressure on my bladder is heightening my every sensation, and I do not want to leave his side for even one second. I shake my head and remain where I am. He leads me over to a guitar amp, and has me sit on it, positioning my legs so that they straddle it as though I am mounting a horse. There are a series of wind instruments hanging on the wall, of which he carefully admires before finally selecting the clarinet and handing it to me. I wet my lips and blow. A loud squeak reverberates across the room and I see him smile for the first time. He takes the clarinet from me and kneels, placing the end at the base of my mound. His hot breath warms my labia through the tunnel, quickly followed by another high-pitched squeal. I shudder and laugh nervously. He offers up a wink and flips the instrument around, shallowly penetrating me with the mouthpiece and reed before drawing it to his lips again. This time the note is lower, and he grinds it deeper into my sex so that it tickles the surrounding flesh as he blows. The heated air through the tunnel causes me to tense and thrust forward, my hungry thighs urging him to continue his melody. Rising to his feet, he leans downwards and lifts my chin to meet his gaze. I close my eyes in profound anticipation of a kiss, but instead I feel the black knitted scarf from his neck encircle mine. Twisting it around at the back, he ties my arms in a manner that forces my head upward and breasts forward. I can't see much with my neck tilted back in this position, so he makes a point of presenting me with the silver "y" shaped pronged device that he is suddenly holding. He taps it with a fingernail, and I watch it wiggle wildly. I recall seeing pictures of it before in some magazine, and know it has something to do with tuning instruments. The room grows silent for a moment before I feel the coldness of the metal press against a nipple. He flicks it, and a surge of pleasure courses through my veins, causing the tiny hairs on my arms to stand on end. He repeats the procedure between my thighs, and I am suddenly very aware of my full bladder once again. I want to go to the bathroom, but I am so close to orgasm. Footsteps echo across the otherwise silent room. I hear a click and static vibrates below me, followed by the distinct ‘twang' of a guitar cord tauntingly massaging my inner hunger. Though I am unable to see anything beyond the water-stained ceiling tiles, I can feel his stare penetrate through me. I am embarrassed by the idea of coming in front of this mysterious stranger, and annoyed at my lack of self-control. The room grows awkwardly quiet yet again, save for the steady hum of the amplifier. I can feel him place the strap around my neck and position the instrument on my lap as he moves behind me. He straddles the amp in a crouching stance, and leans in close to rest his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around me to regain control of the guitar. As he strums an unfamiliar melody, the pressure of the instrument pressing against my swollen belly combined with the tingle of the vibrations below cause me to wriggle intensely. One of his hands drifts downwards, and he begins alternating between notes and manipulating me with his fingers… (Insert building fire alarm sound here, along with a very irate and sexually frustrated Helene.)