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It is the story of Paula and spans close to twelve years in Paula's life. 1983 to 2005. And the story is a prequel. Read to the end to see more information where the story continues by the original author.
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So without further ado, "Paul and Paula: Her Story" by Kalimaxos.
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Götterdämmerung -- a collapse (as of a society or regime) marked by catastrophic violence and disorder -- downfall.
Fun with my first
Jacksonville, FL 1997
"Oh God, that feels good... yeah... just like that...."
Hm, how that man knew how to eat pussy! He wasn't big on the dick department, barely six inches, if that, but his tongue was priceless. Not only could he touch his nose with it (try it -- most people can't), but the places he put it! Oh my God, I can't begin to describe the sensations of a long tongue licking my clit, in my cootch, or... yes, up my ass.
Brandon was special to me as he was my first. Not the one to take my virginity. Heaven's no! I gave that up to my neighbor soon after hearing his wife brag about him to my mom. And yes, mister-big-dick-neighbor did not disappoint. My first time was quite memorable. But like most guys with big dicks, he was a one-trick pony. Stick it in, fuck hard, make the woman cum and drop a load in her.
Now don't get me wrong. I love that kind of treatment from a big dicked man. It's what they are there for. But as most experienced girls will attest, when we want our pussy licked, it won't be with Mr. Big. Usually.
True, I have run across a couple of Mr. Bigs with oral skills, a precious few sadly, as most of them are orally challenged. But they have their place when I want to be fucked deep and hard. But not always. Surprised at my take, are you? No sweetheart. Don't be.
You see, I am not like your typical trope porn story woman that has no place in her life for less endowed men. Some of them, like Brandon here, are exceptionally skilled and very enthusiastic to please. Why may you ask? Simple, because they want to.
Maybe it's the knowledge that their cocks don't ring a girl's bell as much as we like. Or that they have to be good at something for us women to go back to them. But some, like Brandon, just downright love eating pussy, sucking clit, and making a woman cum over and over.
And trust me. As I sit here with my legs spread, letting Brandon's tongue play me like a Stratovarius, I appreciate his skill and enthusiasm more than I can describe. You see, while a big dick guy can give me multiple vaginal Os, Brandon can lick my clit and slit in ways most men can't. He works me, edges me, and keeps me on the precipice of the orgasmic cliff before gracing me with a cum of epic proportions.
"Oh... like that... oh don't tease me... please Brandon... aahhh!"
The orgasm he let me reach is spectacular. My entire body flailed, tensed, writhed as the spasms of pleasure washed over first my groin and then the rest of me. I not only felt it in my nethers, but my brain seemed on fire as I reached my orgasmic release. My clitoral orgasms are so powerful that I usually fall back on the bed spent.
"Give me a minute," I gasped.
Oh, the bastard smirked, so smugly. He knew. He knew what I liked and how I wanted it. After almost two years, Brandon certainly has had plenty of time to learn my needs and maximize his capabilities to suit my appetites.
"Come here, you little fucker," I said to him. "I need you in me."
No. Brandon's cock is not giant or fire hydrant wide. But then my pussy does not care, considering that fantastic cum Brandon had just given me. All my "girlfriend" needs is man-flesh, what with the state of arousal Brandon has brought "her" to. I was so impressed by his giving nature that I had given up caring about his size long ago. In that instant, he was a man with a cock, and I, the woman with the hot pussy to provide for him. One he deserved.
"Ahhh... yes," I sighed as he entered me in one easy stroke.
Brandon not only knew me by this point, what I like, want, and what sets me off, but also his limitations and how to overcome them. It's another thing I adore about him. Brandon does not let anything stop him from attaining his goals. Not professionally, personally, and certainly not sexually.
Kneeling between my wide-spread legs, he pushed them up toward my breasts, forcing my pelvis up. His position gave his modestly sized cock the leverage to rub its head on my g-spot just right. Over and over... he slowly stroked my sensitive inside spot until I could no longer bear it.
"Oh yes, fuck me damn you," I gasped as the first of many intense vaginal orgasms overtook me.
I lost track of how many times I came as Brandon teased and fucked me holding his climax back, not saying a word during the next half hour.
By this point, my pussy is a wet mess from all my orgasms. Brandon is practically swimming in me. And as I look up at this wonderful man, friend, business mentor/partner, and lover, I want him to experience what I know he craves and needs.
"Go on, Brandon," I gasp, staring into his intense eyes. "Fuck my ass."
There was a look of satisfaction and, yes, accomplishment in his gaze as he took his prick out of my soaking wet cunt. He knew he had pleased me, gotten me off repeatedly. There is no denying it if I even wanted to, which I didn't. I understood how he felt in that instant. Because I have that sense of satisfaction myself when I know I have pleasured a man who desires me.
His fingers probed my slit to collect secretions he thought were needed to ready my rear for entry. Inserting one finger then another, he teased and cajoled my sphincter, gently but firmly befriending it, coaxing it to open for him. But as I looked at his wet cock, I knew he could just shove it in me as it was, and stopped him.
"I'm ready for you," I told him.
We have done this many times before. You see, Brandon has taught me a trick that I have used for anal sex for some time. My back hole is now experienced enough in taking cock that Brandon's modest one would have required minimal effort to enter.
"Just shove it in."
All I had to do was let him place his tip in my grommet and then strain back at him as if evacuating my bowels. Trust me. The technique works to open a woman or man's sphincter to allow the cock to enter her. Once I had learned how I had used the knowledge to let other men in my rear. Men even more endowed than Brandon. But with modest-sized men, entry seemed almost effortless.
"Oh yes!" I gasped as I felt his tip enter me.
Just as I thought, the lubrication from our fucking had been enough to allow him entry without much discomfort. Brandon did not know or needed to know that I had not used what he taught me for him to enter my back hole. In fact, I had willfully enjoyed the roughness of his cock invading my ass and reaching in as far as he could.
"Go on," I hissed at him. "Fuck my ass... do it hard."
And after all this man had done for me, it was time for his reward. My body is very limber. I am slim and have remained so even after two children. This time, I wanted him closer to me.
"Come to me," I beckoned as he fell between my legs to bring his lips close to mine.
We kissed as his cock violated my rear over and over. It is hard for me to explain or to make some believe that I received more pleasure from a modest-sized cock at times. I had taken longer men in my rear before, men with similar girth as Brandon with equal ease and enjoyment. But men with girthier cocks were a challenge. One that I had learned to conquer with coaxing and plenty of lubrication. But the effort I had to place in caution and preparation often took the fun out of the act.
Yeah, I know. Big thick cock fills a woman up and makes her have lots of orgasms even in her ass. I've read enough stroke stories to understand what people get off on reading them. But as the woman on the receiving end of a large pole, I would have ended up in a hospital with a ruptured rectum long ago if not for Brandon's training.
Take my word for it, thick heavy cocks were made for a woman's pussy. And there is nothing like one to pound a girl senseless, to make her cum vaginally over and over until she passes out. Something which... I have yet to do. But I am still young.
But I digress. Oh yes, Brandon, anal and him kissing me as he plunged in my insides. As he fucked my ass and kissed me, I felt the need to reach between us to rub my clit. He was getting close to the end, so it turned into a race for who would come first.
"Yes... oh yes... fuck my ass," I uttered as I felt another orgasm approach.
I managed to cum seconds before Brandon stiffened and grunted, emptying his balls deep inside me. And in that instant, I reveled in the satisfaction of making a man cum. Not just that, but rewarding him for all the pleasure he had given me.
Now I know. I have probably confused you by mentioning how I lost my virginity to our neighbor and how Brandon was
"my first."
How can a girl have two firsts? For the answer to that question, you have to read...
"the rest of the story."
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My name is Paula
Where I was born and lived is immaterial for my life story. It could have been in any suburban area in the United States -- they are all the same but the names and buildings. But it was Ft. Lauderdale. Our three-bedroom family home was in a cul-de-sac. I went to the local public schools, had a younger brother and two parents with a somewhat rocky marriage.
Dad moved out when I was fifteen, but he made enough money to have an apartment not far from my and my brother's high school and still pay for child support, the mortgage, and his own expenses. Mom and I had never been close, so I was gravitating toward my father... just as he left. And I missed him to no end. I mean a lot. So much so that it left a scar deep inside and shaped my thinking from then on.
Why did they split up? Well, the usual modern couple reasons, I suppose. Mom was a blond stunner. While not particularly fond of
"mumsy,"
I admit I got my looks from her and my dark hair from dad. But I digress. Yes, mom, dad, divorce.
I would not learn the details until years later when I milked it out of both my parents, but there was infidelity involved - from both of them at different times. Who was first seems immaterial as they eventually got back together again. But not before they both had their fun screwing other moms or dads, neighbors or coworkers, and even a couple of family members from the other side.
From what I was to learn, after they reunited, was that neither of them had played the field before marriage. Neither of them had experience with the opposite sex, and both asked themselves the eternal question of,
