This is a 100% true story that took place quite a few years ago. Hi, I'm Belinda and this was an exciting sexual experience I set up for my boyfriend at the time. I was all of 19 years old, he was 21, and we'd been together for a little more than a year. We'd met at work. To be honest, he barely caught my eye, but we'd talk when he initiated conversation and when he asked me out I didn't see a reason to say no. He was quite the gentleman, above average in looks, built well and when we were together, he focused on me 100%. He opened doors for me, made me smile and held my hand when we walked anywhere. After dating for a few months, I realized I was falling in love.
Back then I was five feet three inches tall with a curvy body. I was nowhere near fat but my 36C boobs had no sag above my flat belly and 25" waist. My 38" hips were thanks to my high firm butt and muscular thighs I'd earned as a dancer. I am a natural brunette and "the carpet matched the drapes" as they say. Back then no one but porn stars shaved their pussy, but mine wasn't overly bushy anyway and my pubic hair was straight, not curly. It grew in toward my slit and formed a nice little criss-cross soft patch. When I spread my legs, my slit was open and free of any hair in the way, leaving my labia and wet pink opening clear of any obstruction at all. Darren was five feet ten inches tall and very fit weighing 175 pounds. He was muscular in a lean trim kind of way. "Down there" he had about 7" of circumcised length (I later learned) and he was thick enough that I couldn't quite wrap my hand around it when he was hard. He had light brown / dirty blond hair that he kept cut short and he wore glasses that kind of created a smarter looking side to his athletic appearance.
It may be hard to believe, but I was still a virgin. I'd been raised in a fairly religious household and while I had all the normal desires and curiosities, my fingers handled my needs until Darren and I started getting serious. There came a day when I decided that he was going to be the one I gave that virginity to, and I set it all up. I was house-sitting for a friend, at the house right next to mine, and before he came over one evening, I went next door and set everything up. I had candles waiting to be lit, condoms on the nightstand and the lighting just so. I even had music picked out. After we'd eaten dinner, I suggested a walk and took him all the way next door. He made me cum so many times that evening and the first orgasm I had while his cock filled me was (obviously) different than any I'd previously known. I knew I wanted a lot more orgasms while he was inside me and that began my sex life.
We were horny and adventurous. We fucked every chance we had, anywhere we didn't think we'd get caught. Darren was the typical horny young guy, happy to get some pussy anywhere and anytime we could manage. I learned to give him head as his was the first cock I ever sucked. My body learned that when he sucked and nibbled on my nipples, it meant my pussy was also going to be pleasured and soon I'd get dripping wet just from him caressing my tits. He could easily rub me, finger me, eat me or fuck me to orgasm. I realized what being multi-orgasmic was and could cum five or more times, easily, while we played. Once we were sexually active, I went on birth control so we could forego the condoms and I realized how much I loved the feeling of him cumming up inside me. I know some women only feel the swell and jump/pulse of the cock as it shoots, but I could feel the hot liquid ejaculate actually hitting my vaginal walls and cervix. He came hard and a lot. To put that in perspective, when I gave him a hand job once, he was laying on my bed and when he came his cum hit the wall about two feet above his head. We never measured the volume, but I'd have to guess it was almost a quarter cup of cum after he'd gone without for a few days. Like I said... he came a LOT.
But then, after about nine months, I realized our sex was getting... predictable. It was still a lot of fun and very satisfying, but it was starting to get, "I do this, he does that, we do this, and we're done," kind of sex. I wanted to do something to liven it up. I started reading various sexually oriented material with a lot of "how to" articles and experience stories from people in the porn industry. I wanted to know the secrets. The three things that caught my eye and are still very popular (as every reader knows) today were deepthroating, anal sex and sex in risky places.
Truthfully, the idea of anal sex did nothing for me, but I figured if it added variety to our play and turned him on, then so be it. I wasn't against it. I knew he'd freak if I could deepthroat his cock and the idea of sex in risky places had always turned me on. I would never admit it out loud (back then), but the idea of other people seeing me naked and doing something I wasn't supposed to was a huge stimulus. Having been raised in that religious household, sex outside of marriage was something I wasn't supposed to be doing and the kinds of sex... anything but vaginal intercourse in missionary position... was "kinky."
I began to practice with various techniques and there came the day where I finally did deepthroat his cock. The moan he let out when he felt my throat expand and my nose hit his pubes was so deep and guttural... I was so proud of myself. My practice had overcome my gag reflex and when I felt my throat stretch open for his cock there was no discomfort at all. The first time it happened I realized I couldn't breathe around him, but I quickly learned to balance the pleasure I gave him with breathing while I did so. I have to admit, the first time he came down my throat, without me having to swallow at all because his cock was past my mouth, it was different feeling. It took some getting used to.
To make sure I'd be comfortable giving him my ass, I bought myself a set of trainer butt plugs and began practicing with them as well. The small one was never uncomfortable, the medium one took a little getting used to and the big one... well, it was uncomfortable until I was experienced enough with the medium one, and the big one ALWAYS needed plenty of lube to work in. But the big one was about the same girth as Darren's cock so I knew that if I could take it and work it in and out without discomfort, I could do the same with his cock.
The night I gave him my ass was one I'm sure he'll never forget. We had been making out at his place and I started giving him head. Then we moved to a 69 and then we started fucking doggy style. Doggy style had become my favorite because it allowed me to feel him deepest and hardest. I was not ashamed of the fact that I loved to be fucked hard, deep and fast, and his cock had the perfect downward curve to hit my g-spot when he took me like that. That particular evening, while he was plowing me from behind I said, "Finger my ass," and thought he'd nearly fall over. He got his thumb wet with my pussy juice though and started fingering my back door. I moaned to encourage him. A few minutes later I said, "Fuck me... fuck my ass." Once again... he was shocked but agreeable. He took his time about it, making sure I was relaxed, and I really wasn't ready for how his cock felt so deep in me back there. The butt plug was only a few inches long. His cock speared me over seven inches and felt so different... but so good. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit, sometimes fingering my pussy, while he fucked my ass for the first time; another virginity I'd given him. He'd had all three now: mouth, pussy, ass.... What else could I give him? The answer I came up with was adventure... I could give him adventure. So, I began planning...
A few weeks later, while we were sitting around on the sofa one night, I suggested we go for a walk. I was wearing short shorts and a tight tank top. I had on a matching thong and bra set, both of which were sheer... nearly see through. Darren seemed surprised that I was suggesting going for a walk so late; it was almost midnight. But when he saw that look in my eyes, he realized what was up. He never said no to sex so out the door we went. I put on some flip-flops, and he had his loafers on. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and I was sure he had on his boxers underneath.
Holding his hand, I led him up our block onto a path that led through a small stand of trees and onto our local golf course. There was no one around that we could see and there was a full moon overhead. We could easily see where we were going even though there were no lights on the course. The path let us out onto the 17th fairway. I knew the way and where I was going.
I let go of his hand and, without saying anything, I pulled my tank top off up over my head and dropped it. He looked, smiled but didn't say anything. I took his hand and kept walking, a big smile on my face because I knew what was coming... and that we both soon would be. I hoped we didn't get caught but the possibility made the experience electric.
