Where it happened: various
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I am in good shape and I think I’m fairly good looking, but I didn’t
have much contact with girls until I was 19 because I was very shy,
being raised in an ultra conservative home. I wasn’t allowed to talk
with girls unless I had direction from God that I was to marry them. This
lead to my sneaking interactions with Erin, since I only interacted with
her online at first.
Erin gave me so many of my “firsts.” She and I met on an online game. I knew her casually for some time, and
one night we were chatting when she told me she was looking for someone to
use. It had been a rough day for me, and I wasn’t really sure what she
meant, but I told her I could stand for someone to use me.
We cybered, and it was remarkable. She seemed to know every little thing
that would turn me on by instinct. This was my first time to cyber, and
she made me cum incredibly hard. I was very inexperienced and she
absolutely drove me crazy.
We begin to talk more often, and we our conversations often turned into
cyber sex. She gave me her number and we would often talk on the phone.
Our conversation began to get more and more intimate, and we both really
fell for eachother. I think it was the perfect time in both of our lives
to meet. She had a physically and sexually abusive husband, and I was
a safe outlet for her. Being my first love, she gave me an incredible
thrill.
One night we were talking, not about sex, but she was very expressive with
me. All of the sudden, she began making the most beautiful noises I had
ever heard. I had never heard a girl orgasm before, and it made my entire
body to tingle. When she was done, she giggled and apologized.
Very shortly she stood up to her husband and he tried to attack her, and
she ran. She came to my house. My family wasn’t very happy, but they had
some compassion for her because of her story, and she was allowed to stay
overnight.
To me, she looked like an angel. She was 26 years old, brown hair, and
huge blue eyes. Her features were so delicate, with the most beautiful
mischevious smile. She was fairly trim with large breasts.
I could not have been more attracted to her. She had a lithe way of moving
that mesmerized me. She had an adorable habit of standing on one foot
with the other foot behind the first, on tip-toe, like a ballet dancer.
She had taken ballet when she was young and the stance stuck.
She stayed all the next day, and left in the evening. Her car had been
parked at the end of our quarter mile long drive way, because at first
she was afraid of being caught. We lived far out in the country at the
time, and the driveway wound through a forest.
We walked slowly, reluctantly to her car together. The air was crisp,
typical Oklahoma fall weather. As we neared the car, she turned to me
and looked me in the eyes. I knew she was going to kiss me, and I had
never kissed a girl before. I was nervous and asked her not to, but
she just smiled. I couldn’t look away from her eyes. Finally, she
kissed me, very softly. And again, more passionately. I felt my
whole body shiver, and I gripped her shoulders and kissed her back.
I will never forget that sensation.
She divorced her husband, and began to visit when she could. Of course,
we talked constantly. My family didn’t really approve, but they didn’t
really try to stop us.
One day we took a trip to a nearby mountain with my family. We spent most
of the time flirting, and I read her a bit of my favorite book, Dandelion
Wine. It was warm spring weather, and a wonderful time to be in love.
On the trip home, we sat in the back of our van. We had some friends with
us and everyone seemed to be mostly engaged. We couldn’t stop staring
and smiling at eachother. She began to run her hand along my leg. I hadn’t
noticed that I had gotten hard underneath my cargo pants, but she had. I
felt her hand move slyly to my crotch. It was electric. Her eyes lit up,
and she whispered, “You’re big!” in a giddy whisper. I was so afraid of
being caught, and so turned on that fireworks were going off inside
my head.
As everyone else casually conversed in front of us, she gently
stroked me through my pants. I came silently just before we reached our
house. Fortunately my shirt came down low enough to cover the moisture
coming through my pants. She wore an incredibly self-satisfied smile
the rest of the day. That was the first time a woman physically pleasured
me.
Later, she invited me to help paint her new house. My mother insisted on
coming in order to get to know Erin better, but I think she wanted to keep
an eye on us.
Erin had on cute cutoff jeans, not too short, but short
enough for my imagination to run wild. Again, we spent most of the day
flirting. She noticed my attention to her legs, and would pose for me
every once in awhile.
After awhile, her face began to get flush. I thought it was the work, but
suddenly she ducked into her bedroom and shut the door. My mom had been
napping on the couch, so I slipped into her room.
Her jean shorts were down around her ankles, and she was gasping as she
touched herself. She locked eyes with me, and whispered “Out!” I couldn’t
leave. “Either get out or mount me right now!” she hissed. I didn’t know
what to make of it. She looked vulnerable, which made it all the more
entrancing. I moved over to her and gently touched her cheek. She came
instantly at my touch, frighteningly loudly. I was glad the door was shut.
She sat up and pulled up her shorts, giggling. “You are so naughty.” she
said. I was pretty sure I’d done the right thing. And luckily my mom
hadn’t awakened.
I very shortly moved out and began attending college. Erin helped me to
blossom. She lived about an hour from me, and we began to date regularly.
We made out a lot, but I was still resisting having sex because I wanted
to wait until marriage. Often we couldn’t help ourselves and we would end
up fooling around. She was pretty aggressive sometimes, which was great
for me because I didn’t feel as guilty.
She touched me often and would touch herself at the same time. I loved to
watch her. Her blue, smoldering eyes would lock with mine, and she would
make those lovely noises. Once she was turned on she could cum incredibly
fast. She even came while we were making out a few times fully clothed.
One day we had attended a wedding together, and I think it had put her
in an especially romantic mood. We had taken her car, and as we were
driving home — flirting of course — she began to touch herself. She
pushed her pants down around her ankles, but she kept her panties on. I
was gently kissing her neck as she drove, and I was siezed with an urge
to find out what her pussy felt like. I moved her hand aside and
began to touch her. It was the first time I had touched her other than
through her panties.
She gasped, and put her hand over mine and guided it to her clitoris.
She was soaking. It was so silky that it drove my imagination wild.
It wasn’t long before she came hard. What a feeling of power, making
her cum like that!
She asked if I wanted to drive, and I agreed. She began touching me,
and then she leaned over and put her mouth over my cock. I immediately
began to feel like I was going to come, and I stopped her. I didn’t want
it to end so soon. We drove for several miles with her teasing me, and
all of a sudden she said, “Turn down that road and pull over.” It was
a deserted country road, and I complied.
I looked at her and saw the familiar smoldering look in her eyes.
She kicked off her pants, and got out of the car. She climbed onto
the hood of the car, almost catlike, and beckoned to me. I mounted
her, my manhood resting against her panties. I could feel her heat and
it made me light-headed. She whispered, “What do you want to do?” I
could see her bright eyes in the fading light. I knew she was asking
if I wanted to have sex with her.
I couldn’t answer. I was afraid of getting her pregnant, but she was
driving me wild. I finally said, “I don’t know.” She understood that
I wasn’t ready. She reached down and pressed my cock against her pussy
through her panties. Her hands were so small and delicate. They always
made me crazy. She bucked against me. It wasn’t thirty seconds before
she came again, and I came at the same time, shooting all over her stomach.
One day I was hanging out with her at her house, and we had already
cum once. I would pretty much cum whenever she did, or shortly after.
We were lazing around in her bed and watching some movie. She was
still fondling me, which tickled a bit at first. As we watched the
film, she would massage me up and down. I certainly didn’t mind and
she seemed to be enjoying in. She would shoot me a smile every once
in awhile as I reacted.
She touched me for about forty minutes, and took off her top and
crawled on top of me. She kissed me passionately, and then moved down
where her breasts were pressing against my hard cock. She lifted my
shirt and began to lightly kiss my stomach, slowly moving downwards.
I was immediatedly turned on again.
She threw me mischevious glances as she moved slowly downward — lower, and
lower. She kissed the tip of my cock, and then slowly slid her lips around
it. I would usually stop her because when she tried this because it made
me over-sensitive, but I had been desensitized by the earlier orgasm and
touching. It felt amazing as she slowly moved up and down, staring at me
the whole time. She moved slowly and sensually at first, but then sped
up regularly. Eventually she grabbed the sheets with both hands, turned her
head downward and began to slam my cock into the back of her throat.
This brought on what was by far the most powerful orgasm I have ever had.
My cum jetted into her mouth. She sat up, giggling. “I’ve been wanting
to give you a proper one,” she said.
I suppose Erin spoiled me to other girls, because she actually seemed
to love giving a blowjob, at least when she was in the right mood. It
always made her giddy and she would cum very quickly afterwards. She had
a mild oral fixation and would nibble and suck on my fingers and ear-lobes
all the time. She once told me giggingly she liked giving them on her
knees because it was “like supplication.”
However, the first blow-job was so incredible I really wanted to pay
her back. I had asked her about giving her oral sex, and she was pretty
dismissive. She had only been given oral sex once, and had associated
it with an experience she really regetted.
It was the next week and we were fooling around in her bedroom. She had
a scarf from a belly dancer halloween costume, and I decided to put it
to good use. I gently but firmly tied her hands above her head to her
bed post.
At first I teased her and tickled her lightly, and she laughed an yelled
at me to stop. I became serious and kissed her. I borrowed her technique
of kissing slowly down her stomach until I got to her waist. She said,
“You don’t have to do this,” nervously. I told her that I wanted to, and
began teasing her lightly. It seemed to have the appropriate effect. I
began to lick her. Her musk was intoxicating and I licked her faster
and faster, letting my own excitement build as she sighed quick, feminine
sighs and bucked occasionally.
She seemed right on the edge of coming for awhile, and I finally triggered
it when I placed my hand on her thigh. She exploded with sound, higher,
louder, and more frantic than I had heard before. She bucked wildly, and
finally drew her legs away, still sighing and racking. Her pussy looked
amazing pressed between her legs, still shaking the bed. I felt ten
feet tall.
Her face was glowing and she smiled at me, exhaustedly. I had to cum, so
I stood up on my knees and touched myself. I spent myself with such
pressure that it shot all the way across her breasts and even onto her
neck. This is still a favorite image of mine.
The natural, giddy, amazing love we felt could not last long. We were
happy for about a year and half, and then things began to go wrong. We
had wanted to marry, but neither of us had a situation that would have
allowed it, and I felt guilty about the sexual interaction at the time.
We never engaged in coitus, which became increasingly frustrating to put
off. Sadly, we broke the relationship off, neither in the least happy
about it.
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