Just Us - Basic Training
Dear readers, this is the sequel to "Just Us" - Awakening. A young woman finds herself drawn to an older man who opens her eyes to sex, passion and desire that she never knew existed. He slowly pulls her into his world and she starts experiencing feelings and pleasures she could have never imagined. He leads her with confidence and experience, and she discovers sides of herself that surprise and excite her in ways she didn't expect.
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And now, here I was, standing on the rooftop terrace, a woman lost in her thoughts, enveloped in the tranquil ambiance of fall. My gaze wandered over Belgrade, the city of my personal sexual awakening.
The memories of that first night with him flooded my mind, his lips on mine, the thrill of surrender, the raw passion. I was tethered to the memories of our wild sex. Even the first fuck with him was a sensation for me, new territory. A time when everything felt possible. But now, the weight of the last few months pressed down on me, and I wrestled with the uncertainty of our common future.
The city faded into the background as I relived that moment, completely immersed in my memory of intense fucking that had changed everything for me. I had never been licked and screwed so well and thoroughly. I couldn't help but reflect on my previous sex sessions before I met him. Those were the times when my boyfriends' sexual satisfaction mattered more to me than my own.
I grew up in a small village in Bosnia and Herzegovina, truly in the middle of nowhere - rectum globi, as the old Latins would say, the ass of the world. I never wanted my life to end up like so many others around me. Like every girl, I dreamed of living like a princess.
My love life, though, was pretty dull. In the Balkans, women are raised to believe it's more important to please your man than to focus on your own needs. So my relationships were all about making sure the guy was satisfied in bed, while he ignored me once he had drained his balls.
I had always lived my life according to the expectations of my parents and society, never truly pursuing what I really wanted. As a country girl, my reputation was everything to me. Looking back, my sex life seemed boring, though at the time, I thought it was pretty wild. Only now, for the first time, was I beginning to experience true sexual freedom, free from the hang-ups and moral judgments that clueless people love to preach.
Looking back on my past, it was the moments that lingered more than the sex itself. And I kept the wild side of me locked up, didn't let it out. Now with him, I was done hiding my cravings, thinking about the sex I needed to have. I wanted to find out if I was more than just the good girl, to see how much of a little slut I could really be.
My first relationship was toxic, I was always giving and never really getting anything back. I was a virgin when we met, clueless about how to handle my own horniness or a man's. Everything felt new, and my body craved more. It wasn't long before he started rubbing my pussy and talking about my mouth on his cock. He was all about teaching a sweet young thing like me sexually, pushing me right into it, giving me my basic sexual training. And I was an eager student.
Realizing how much he wanted me stirred something deep inside. I knew it was time to let him fuck me. I imagined every detail - his hands exploring me, his cock pressing in slowly, filling me inch by inch. I had it all pictured in my head, every little detail. Just like a young woman imagines it.
Nothing went down like I thought it would, especially not for someone who's never been through it before. I closed my eyes as he lowered his mouth to mine, spreading my legs, feeling his erection. I reached down and brushed my fingers along his cock. He put on a condom and pulled me close. I felt his cock part my labia and he positioned the head of his cock against my wet opening. I knew that he would pop my cherry now.
"Relax," he told me, "Get it over with."
With one smooth thrust, he pushed inside me, and I couldn't help but let out a loud scream. I squirmed beneath him as he impaled my wet, willing pussy. It was pleasurable, but in movies and on TV, the first time is always made out to be this unforgettable, magical moment. Mine was far from that. It wasn't terrible, not amazing, it was, let's say, part of the process of my sexual evolution. Sounds harsh, but it's true.
On the other hand, he was the one who taught me how to give the perfect blowjob, and he showed me exactly what drives a man wild. He took my hand and guided me how I should properly jerk off a cock while simultaneously wrapping my lips around the tip. I learned to suck by his instructions and found myself turned on by the way he gave me orders. He was simply training me.
The way my mouth made his dick come alive, swelling with blood, and the way his eyes glazed over with lust was the real reward for me. His groaning as I sucked him off drove my desire. I felt his cock swell, before the first burst of his warm seed shot into my mouth. He pressed his hand on the back of my head to show me that there was only one thing now, there was no other option. Swallowing. I learned that this is what a man expected a woman to do. And he always enjoyed watching my throat go four or five times as I swallowed audibly down his large load, then opened my mouth again to show it was gone. "Your mouth is like heaven," he always said.
Blowjobs really turned me on from the start, even the first time I knew I would swallow his load, not every girl does that. I didn't stop until he was fully unloaded, spurt after spurt. And I did my best to swallow every drop. I just kept blowing, sucking it all out, milking his shaft with my hand. It seemed so natural, the taste of a man in my mouth. His deflating cock and balls glistened with his cum and my spit, which I started to lick off him. He was impressed. And I realized how much a woman with skills like that can really get a man going. And I got better and better. I loved and enjoyed to do it. I was not just willing to do it.
I still remember exactly one night I gave head in his car. Just like I had done countless times. But I remember it because it was a summer night with a supermoon. We were young and horny, spending our nights where the music was loud. We whispered in each other's ears, our voices drowned out by the music, but we didn't need words most of the time. The way we looked at each other said it all. His hand would rest on my thigh, fingers tracing my skin, sending shivers up my body. As the evening went on, we had a few drinks, relaxed, and enjoyed the moment. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, whispering things in my ear that made my heart race in ways that had nothing to do with the music or the drinks.
It was time to go, and he'd lead me to his car. As he drove, one hand stayed on the wheel, the other slid back to my thigh. He took a turn down a dirt road, the gravel crunching under tyre as we headed toward one of those secluded spots, the kind of place where no one could see or hear us, hidden from everything. I knew exactly what was coming next, my pussy moistened at the thought.
It made me feel horny, and my desire for him was strong. I had watched videos where girls drove men really wild by sucking cock, and I couldn't wait to try it myself, to see if I could have the same effect on him. I wanted to prove to him that night how well he had trained me. My cunt throbbed, thinking of pleasuring him with my mouth, satisfying him.
I leaned over to the driver's side as he reclined the seat, and with a sly smile, I unbuttoned his pants. He stroked my hair as I pulled out his cock, already erect and waiting for my mouth, I felt it swell and twitch even more. As I leaned in closer I could see the desire in his gaze.
"I know you've been waiting for a good blowjob all night, your nuts are full and you're waiting for me to suck you off, right?" I whispered and started slowly jerking his cock.
"It's like you know exactly what I need," he murmured.
