I slid myself back between Josh's legs. Tentatively at first, I popped the full head of his cock into my mouth. I saw this as more of a challenge now than anything and wasn't thinking too much of his pleasure, although he didn't seem to be complaining. Almost experimentally, I slid my lips further down his shaft by an inch or two at a time so his cock completely filled my mouth, his thick head at the entrance to my throat....
Anyway, lets take a step back. All the while I have been writing stories for Literotica, readers have demanded to know if my tales are true or imaginary. Well, two of them are fully true, some embellished, others completely fictional. Its not really a distinction I worry about too much if I'm being honest, I enjoy writing and there should always be an element of letting fantasies and desires run free.
However, some have said it assists their enjoyment of my stories if they know they are true. So, I can assure you, this story most definitely is true. It was one of my first 'full' sexual experiences that I think took me onto the path to being a submissive woman. As its wholly true, I honestly don't know if this will have the same appeal and hardcore urgency of my other stories but lets see what happens....
First up, this was 20 years ago, I was a young woman in her early 20s at University and already with a healthy but not very extensive back catalogue of relatively clumsy and not completely fulfilling sexual escapades, nothing out of the ordinary for a girl of my age.
My appearance at this time was sort of gothy girl but with a dash of Indie chick but not quite wanting to commit to it!
I honestly can't remember exactly what I was wearing in detail on the night in question but I expect it was my purple Doc Martins, black tights and short leather skirt with a tye dyed top and leather jacket. For reasons that will become clear shortly, I definitely remember I had knickers and tights on, they wouldn't be staying on....
I won't bore you with all the details of the night in question. It was a standard Saturday night in my University days. A friend of a friend of a friend knew where there was a house party a couple of miles from our student flat. In our usual style, we grabbed a couple of drinks before we left and headed out.
I was with two other girls, Jill and Anna, who I'd met on our first week at Uni and who I now shared a flat with. In the few months I'd known them, we'd had some adventures and I felt really comfortable in their company. Jill was a tall, leggy blonde who was just simply stunningly gorgeous. Anna, also very attractive, was more of a Goth than I was and had a reputation amongst us for being a bit slutty. They'd later be amazed by how slutty I would become!
One of our in jokes amongst us were my tits. I was already a big titted girl and both Jill and Anna often joked about me letting them borrow my tits for a night out!
Anyway, this being 20 odd years ago, I can't recall all the detail. The upshot of the night was that I met a guy at the party, Josh.
Us girls got talking to a group of guys and I learned Josh was a local, a 'townie.' He was a stocky, well built, rugby player and as I spoke to him, I noticed a disarming, cheeky smile. As he eyed me up, it felt as if he already seemed to understand something about me that I didn't even know myself, but maybe that is me thinking back and embellishing what happened.
As it happened, Josh lived in a flat at the bottom of the street where we were enjoying the house party.
I do get a little flirty when tipsy and I flirted with Josh alright. Touching his arms, leaning into him, fluttering the proverbial eyelashes. I was quite taken by his cheeky smile and what I perceived as a slight coyness.
Josh wasn't a black guy, but wasn't white either, something like a milky coffee colour. He had a well sculpted head, his hair shaved almost completely. He wore a blue T shirt that was stretched across his body more than hinting at his rippling muscles and tight, broad chest. Below were tight blue jeans that showed thick legs and a gorgeous sculpted arse.
He was the kind of guy who in conversation was quite quiet and let his mates do most of the talking but would chip in with really sharp one liners that had us all giggling.
Girls together on a night out use a lot of non verbal communication and we can convey quite complex messages with just looks. As I chatted to Josh and as the night drew on, my friends, Jill and Anna managed to signal to me that they were leaving and asked me if I was OK, did I want rescuing or was I staying put?
My raised eyebrow and slightly wicked smile indicated that I had every intention of staying with Josh and seeing where it took me. With that my friends gave me a giggle and left me to it, certain in the knowledge that I'd be getting closely acquainted with Josh's muscles soon enough.
A few of Josh's mates left, one or two went off to try and find other girls of their own. Non verbal comms clearly work for guys too as the others knew I was already claimed by Josh and before we had left the party, we were snogging frantically in the hall, Josh's hands running all over my body, mine getting a good feel of his back and bum. Hmmm yes, I remember clearly how lithe and well sculpted he was!
Luckily for Josh I was right in the mood that night for adventure and risk so when he suggested going back to his place (literally about 10 doors down the road) I didn't hesitate. I wanted fucking.
As I walked into his room, I felt his firm hand on my shoulder even as he was closing the door. He spun me around, his left hand moving to my shoulder, his right hand combing through my hair on the left hand side of my face. He leant in and kissed me warmly, my breath taken away in intoxicating closeness.
I was a little tipsy but that was nothing compared to the light headedness I felt as he kissed me, his tongue sliding lusciously between my lips and meeting my own.
I quickly felt his hands all over me, running across my tits as I felt my nipples harden against my top. Feeling his hand roam up my skirt and slide across my nylon covered legs, his fingers tracing the hotness of my pussy inside my knickers and tights.
My head was already mashed as he led me backwards, step by step as we kissed and after a couple of such steps, I felt the mattress of his bed against my legs. He didn't stop, he gently pushed me back against the bed so I 'fell' onto my bum.
As soon as he did this, he moved even closer into me and began to pull my top off. Not only did I not object, I hurried him up by lifting my arms up so he could slide it off quickly.
He continued to kiss me as he deftly reached around and with one hand, unclipped my bra and tossed it onto the floor.
This was my first moment of thoughtful awareness of what was happening. Here I was in the bedroom of a guy I'd met a couple of hours ago and I hadn't even seen his room properly by the time I had reached this point, sitting on his bed, my heavy tits and bullet hard nips on full display for him.
I blushed crimson as he took a slight step back to get a good look, more so when he spoke our first words since we came into the room,
"Wow, they are cracking tits!"
At first I was shocked at his coarse language, looking at him smiling, I laughed, a nervous laugh but at the same, I made no effort to cover up, I was excited at being his object of lust and I was keen to see what he would do next so I just sat there, tits out, looking at him admiring them.
He didn't waste too much time and what he did was what I thought and hoped he would do, he took charge, completely.
He fumbled at my skirt, which defeated him initially as he couldn't find the zip. I obliged and as soon as I had, he practically yanked it off me and tossed it on the floor. Hardly taking a breath, he reached up and pulled my tights off, not even rolling them down my legs, just pulling them off me.
We both noticed I was helping him all the time with this, lifting my bum up to slide my tights off, I then obligingly drew my legs together as grabbed my knickers, a hand either side of me and pulled them clean off me too.
My clothes were scattered on his floor, my pussy was wet and it was exposed. Josh hadn't undressed me, he had stripped me bare.
I heard a low growl from Josh as he took another little step back to survey the now fully naked woman on his bed. Again I had a moment of hot cheeked shame as I saw him gaze at me, objectify me, but I loved it. I looked down at his pants and saw a lot more bulge in them than I had seen earlier. I loved that as well.
He took a step closer and spread my legs apart on the bed. I expected him to just climb on top of me and flatten me against the bed as he mounted me but he didn't, he took another step back.