The first taste, Pt 2
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Posted:Jan 6, 2009 8:13 am
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It seemed as if her body was turning into putty for me to mold however I chose as I sucked on her ear lobes. I licked and nibbled my way down her neck. It was fascinating how salty her skin tasted to me. It was almost addicting, the way salty popcorn or potato chips are. And the perfume she was wearing was also intoxicating me as well. And when my lips touched her nipples for the first time, she jerked like and electric shock had just hit her. She moaned something and pulled my head to her breast. We both kept smashing our legs into the other bed. Somehow we ended up with her lying back on the bed, me kneeing between her spread open legs. She quickly pushed/pulled my shirt off me, actually more ripping it off me. We were both finally naked. She then immediately pulled my head back to her breasts and nipples. She was gently ordering me what to do, how to circle her areolas with my tongue, how to suck and even bite them gently. She had me keep alternating back and forth between them. I had to learn how not to bite too hard as I bit her nipples. She quickly taught me how she wanted me to a just nip them slightly, rather than actually bite them.
Even though I knew better, I somehow tried to enter her. Not consciously, but I guess instinctively. It felt so right, so good. And she put up no resistance at first. Even thrusting her velvety pussy back up at my penetrating cock. Just as the tip of my cock entered more deeply into her molten pussy and I pressed harder into her I felt a sudden resistance within her flesh. She suddenly recovered and shoved me off her, the bed, and almost part way through the closed door.
Alarmed at the loud thump as I hit the door, Bev asked from the other room if we were alright. Sandi, jumped right back, covering for me. “Yes, this room is just too damn small!”
Then she quietly looked me straight in the eyes sternly and said “NO! Remember?” loud enough for me to hear, but not for Bev to hear from the other room. I quietly apologized and decided to try to make up for it. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, me sitting on the floor between her spread open legs, looking up at her from where I had landed. She reached out her hand to help me up and I immediately surprised her by burying my face in her steaming pussy. I began to kiss it and lick it. She stiffened and then moaned. Not knowing exactly what to do, I just started cautiously exploring her with my lips and my tongue. She was so wet and salty tasting. Not at all like I remembered the girls tasting. And there was this incredible and very exciting and ever so slightly bitter undertaste as well. Pleasantly bitter. Like you something you might taste in some of the more exotic mixed drinks. And that incredibly intoxicating scent of sex I had never experienced before. I experimented.
She was limp one moment and then moaning and arching her pussy to press against me the next. At times it seemed she was trying to swallow my whole head with her pussy. But I loved it. I was in total control of her body, I could make her tense up, quiver, sigh, moan, arch her whole body off the bed to meet my tongue. The sense of power and control I felt was incredible. I lost myself in the scents of her alter and savored the multitude of luscious flavors I found exploring the various areas around it.
I guess I did not do too bad. Soon she was panting and yelling “Oh God” Oh God” Yes, OH Yes”!. I had to struggle to breath as she thrust and ground her pussy into my face. She stiffened and then relaxed completely. Her body trembled and shook, and just as quickly she was cooing to me, pulling me to her, kissing me. She nibbled on my ear this time and stroked my skin gently as we snuggled. We lay there exhausted, and I was very happy man.
After a few minutes Bev was knocking at the door saying “Wrap it up, I’m tired and need to get some sleep.” I said I had better leave. Sandi said “No. Please stay”. I protested and Sandi said “PLEASE” again, just so sweetly and then she pulled the sheets back, patted the bed, pleading “Please!”. I crawled back into the bed and she pulled the sheets over us. Kissing me and mouthing “Thank You” between her kisses. She made me promise to stay, saying it was finally her turn. She had to suffer through all the nights when Bill had stayed with Bev in the next bed.
Sandi made me promise to stay, and she went into the next room. I strained to hear what Bev and Sandi talked about in the next room, but they talked in too low hushed tones for me to hear. Soon I heard Sandi in the bathroom, then Sandi returned and crawled into the tiny bed with me. Still completely naked, but smelling of fresh soap and perfume.
Bev soon came into the room and laughed at me. I was huddling nervously with Sandi under the sheets. She told me to close my eyes and keep them that way. Sandi laughed and pulled my face between her breasts until I heard Bev push her bed against the wall and crawl into it. She also had turned the lights out.
I was so nervous. And Sandi was no help. She reached down and started playing with my cock. I tried to protest quietly, but she would have none of that. So we laid there, me just completely enjoying her gentle stroking. After a while the room grew very quiet. Bev’s breathing slowed and became regular. Sandi whispered in ear and said “Good, I think she is finally asleep” She then giggled a lusty wicked giggle as she slid down under the covers and began sucking on my cock. I was too nervous to cum, but it was so wicked to be doing it within inches of the hopefully sleeping Bev. I was relieved when Sandi finally quietly stopped and slid back up to kiss my lips. Then she nibbled on my ear and whispered “Okay”, “Your turn now” and pushed me down under the covers toward her warm, waiting pussy. I was so nervous, but also so excited by the fact that Bev was lying just inches from the bed. I gently explored Sandi’s molten, steaming hot and even wetter than before pussy. I froze a couple of times under the covers when I thought I heard Bev stir, but Sandi would have none of that as she firmly but silently directed me with her hands and body. I really freaked a couple of times when Sandi accidentally must have kicked Bev’s bed with her mostly silent thrashing and I definitely heard Bev stirring around in the bed right next to me, but Sandi would not let me stop, and I was so turned on by everything happening, I really didn’t care either. Finally Sandi had enough, and silently pulled me back up to cuddle with her. I never did get much sleep that night, but it was a memorable first time for me.
Unfortunately, Sandi very soon found a new boyfriend and almost immediately gave up saving herself for marriage. For me, it ended up being a one time thing. But we always remained much closer friends from that time forward.
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The First Taste, Pt.1
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Posted:Jan 6, 2009 8:06 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:19 am
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Somehow I made it through the frustrating years of high school. Always horny,and no sex. Lots of teasing conversations, and no sex. I masturbated at least twice a day.
Onto college, which started out just as frustrating as high school.
I met Bev. An incredibly pretty red head with a killer bod and the sweetest ass during my first week of college, and we soon became good friends. I dreamed of having sex with her, but it was not to be. She was very open about sex and talked about it constantly. But I was just too shy to make a move. Besides, I had absolutely no experience, and she was just so together. She was experienced and confident. Soon she had a steady boyfriend, so that ended that. But we became very close friends.
By Thanksgiving she met another student who became best friends with her and they both moved into her tiny cheap apartment together and became roommates.
The apartment was cramped, a tiny kitchen/living room, a small bathroom and a small bedroom they both shared. It was so tiny they could not even fit two normal beds in it. My family had two small roll away beds, and I lent them to them to use.
Her new roommate Sandi was a tall, blond, big boned woman. She was on the heavy side, but still quite attractive. Sandi and I both were on the work study program. I worked evenings in the college game room, Sandi worked evenings on the college switchboard. I often had a couple of hours after my last class before I worked. Friday evenings the college usually became pretty deserted after 4PM, and I started work at 6PM. The switchboard was at the beginning of the hall to the game room, and I started stopping in and chatting with Sandi, especially on those dead Friday nights. Sandi was funny and was a lot of fun to be around. She had a boyfriend, but he went away to a distant college and she did not get to see him very much.
Sandi loved to talk about sex. And our conversations always drifted to sex.
Sandi was a “good girl” who was saving herself for marriage to her boyfriend. But she was having a hard time from not seeing him at all. She said that while she may still be a virgin, that did not mean she didn’t have lots of good sex with her boyfriend. She raved about how much oral sex she and her boyfriend had, and how she was so good at it her boyfriend never complained about not having intercourse. She always said she loved giving oral sex to him, the only problem was it was sometimes so hard to 69 with him. She said she just got so lost in enjoying him going down on her that she often found it hard to concentrate on pleasing him at the same time. She often lamented to me that she just wished he would let her just lay back and have him please her for hours. But he only would 69 with her. He did not like just going down on her. She had to always be pleasing him too, or he would not reciprocate.
Sandi knew that I was totally inexperienced sexually and was very frustrated. Sandi and Bev always were always teasing me about it and joking about needing to find a woman to get me laid. Sandi always joked that if she wasn’t attached, she would pay me rent for the beds she and Bev were using by giving me oral sex. It became a private joke between the three of us. Bev would always tell Sandi that the back rent was really starting to accumulate interest.
When Sandi went home for Christmas, she found out that her boyfriend was drifting away. And he dumped her just before Valentines Day. Sandi was devastated. Soon afterwards Sandi, Bev, Bev’s boyfriend and I were sitting around their apartment drinking. Soon Bev and her boyfriend went into the bedroom and had sex. We could hear every second of it. Every moan, groan, everything! And Sandi kidded me about how I rented them defective beds, since the bed squeaked so loudly while Bev and her boyfriend were having sex. Sandi was really bummed about being dumped and was drinking a lot. Both of us were very turned on from hearing the sex going on in the other room.
Soon after they finished having sex, Bev’s boyfriend left. We joked with Bev about how noisy they were and she said we were just jealous. She responded by telling Sandi that since she was now single she had no excuse now for not “paying me the bed rent”. And she told Sandi it was time to pay the rent. Sandi and I both laughed about it. But somehow it surprisingly turned around quickly. Bev got all serious and started acting so business-like. She told Sandi it was time for her to “pay the bed rent for them”. I flashed back to Halloween time and how Bev dressed up like a and Sandi as his Slutty . They really played it up going bar hopping around town. They had their act down completely by the end of the night, Bev the strutting male , and Sandi the ever obedient . Everyone loved their performance and laughed it up at the bars.
Bev had started up on the performance again and Sandi fell right into the character. But this time they were not like the two exaggerated caricatures they were at Halloween, everything seemed so real.
Bev quickly set down the guidelines. Sandi had to not just suck me off, but she had to swallow every drop of my cum. But I had to agree there would be no intercourse, I was to just enjoy being serviced orally by Sandi. Bev was so business-like and serious about the whole thing. Sandi went into the bedroom, grabbed a nightgown and disappeared into the bathroom to change. Suddenly it actually hit me, I think Sandi really WAS going to go into the bedroom with me and give me my first ever real blow job.
As soon as Sandi disappeared into the bathroom, Bev dropped out of character, came up to me, grabbed me, looked me straight in the eyes and said “I need a big favor from you”. “This is not just for you, it is really for Sandi. She is really hurting right now. I need you to help her feel better. She loves oral, give it back to her just as good as she gives it to you. You don’t have to, but please do it for me, Okay?” Kind of shocked, I started to reply, but Sandi emerged from the bathroom. God, she looked so good in that nightgown! It was so flimsy it hid absolutely nothing.
Sandi smiled a wicked smile, grabbed my arm and tugged me toward the bedroom. She laughed and giggled “Time to pay the rent”. I looked back at Bev as Sandi literally dragged me through the door. Bev gave me a quizzical look and I nodded a “yes” to her as the door closed between us.
Sandi stood by the bed and let the nightgown slide to the floor. It was the first time I had ever seen an adult woman naked in person. And I loved it. Wow! Sandi motioned me to the bed with her little finger and patted the bed. There was hardly any space in the room, the other bed literally was just a few inches away. I sat on the bed captivated, watching Sandi’s breasts bounce as she moved. Her nipples were so erect and hard. Her skin so pale and smooth. I could not keep my eyes off her naked body. I sat on the foot of the bed and watched as Sandi slid to her knees and immediately pressed her lips to my rock hard cock that was straining through my jeans. She sucked my cock through the material of my jeans. I could feel the heat of her breath and the moistness of her mouth, even though the material of the jeans. We both laughed for a moment because she kept accidently kicking the door to the living room with a loud thump everytime she moved around in that tiny bedroom that seemed more like a walk-in closet than a real bedroom.
It all happened so fast, somehow my jeans and underpants were off and I was watching her head expertly bob up and down on my cock. I could not believe how much better this felt than the “tickling” I had experienced as a young boy. This was Soo Good!
At first I was worried I would come in the first 30 seconds, but surprisingly I didn’t. She went on and on for a VERY long time. She had great stamina. I had heard about deep throating, and had thought it must be a myth. Who could not gag with something constantly ramming down your throat? Yet she hardly gagged more than a couple of times.
I wasn’t coming. She picked up the pace and the urgency. She gasped and panted, told me how badly she wanted my cum. She grabbed my hands and put them behind her head. Surprisingly, she actually begged me to fuck her face. “Make it RUFF” she panted, “I want it BADD”, she moaned. I grabbed her head and decided to give her what she asked for. Her mouth was so damn hot on my cock. I marveled at just how good the tightness of her throat felt as I pressed deeper into her. Unfortunately her bravado quickly faded as she started gagging badly. Tears started streaming down her face. I stopped. She tried to recover and she started crying. She started apologizing for her failure to please me properly. I reached out and pulled her up onto the bed with me. I started trying to kiss away her tears. I had never tasted the tears of another before. They were so salty tasting. She whimpered and sobbed. I had never really seriously “kissed” a woman before. I kissed her ears and her sobs disappeared almost instantly. I remembered hearing about nibbling on ears. Her reaction to my nibbling was almost as dramatic as I remembered when I had ”tickled” the girls “down there” with my tongue years ago.
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The Forbidden
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Posted:Jan 5, 2009 12:21 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2009 6:03 am
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I can’t exactly say when I actually developed my love of oral. It was when I was in my youth. A female friend has told me that girls that would come up with the idea of oral sex even before they have their first period must have been sexually abused. I guess a lot of girls I grew up with must have been abused then, since I had more than one girl suggest it to me before I was 15.
And honestly I was a very naive youth. I was a technical virgin until I was in my 20’s, and didn’t even really know anything about real sex till I was in Jr. High School. But that does not mean I wasn’t interested in a woman’s body. I always say I logged enough hours playing doctor and exploring a woman’s (girl’s) body by the time I was in high school to qualify as a medical intern. I enjoyed being around girls growing up. Other boys did not. I did.
The girls I played with sooner or later all ended up curious about my body, and me theirs. And being the explorer and adventurer I was, well I gladly cooperated in satisfying their curiosities.
When the first one asked me about kissing them “down there”, I was horrified. What if they accidentally peed on me while I was doing it? But I overcame my fears and “tickled” them with my tongue. And boy did they seem to like it. And I liked how much they reacted to it. I don’t think it was sexual at the time for me, I just liked how I could get such a reaction from them by doing so little. And doing “the forbidden”. And I loved the attention they gave me during and afterwards.
I did it for 4 or 5 of them, more than once.
I even played with two girls at one time. They also did it to each other as well. And they even "tickled" me where it felt good as well. But as I grew older suddenly the girls stopped it, I stopped it. The girls had learned it was wrong, and only “Bad Girls” did things like that. But, I always remembered how much fun it was to do it for them. And how much attention they paid to me for doing it for them.
So by the time I was in high school, it was over. For a time…Until college.
I always wanted to do it again, even talked with girls I hung out with at school about it. They would tell me stories of friends who had it done to them, and how much they liked it, how great it felt. They wondered aloud about if it was really that good. I offered to help them find out, but they were “good girls” and hesitated to try it. Looking back I wish I had been more persuasive and aggressive. They wanted it as much as I did. I wonder if they just wanted me to be the one who “talked them into doing it”. So I could have been the “bad boy” who got the blame for talking them into the forbidden. Since “Good Girls” didn’t do it on their own accord.
But I never got the chance to do it again until college And then the journey of the oral adventurer truly began..
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