Some people remember the first kiss, or the first time they said, "I love you."
Not me; I remember coming violently upon his rock hard erection.
I remember clearly how I felt when he tore my dress from my body, and threw me down upon the bed with such carnal passion, I could practically smell it on him. It was in his eyes; the way he looked at my naked body as I landed upon the bed in front of him. He seemed feral, like he was deciding whether to fuck me or kill me. Spoiler -- he fucked me.
He got down on his knees at the foot of the bed, and slid my ass across the silk sheets so that he could place his rugged, stubbled mouth directly upon my wetness. If I think hard enough, I can still feel his tongue upon me, riding up and down my folds, tasting every inch of me. I was wet before he started, but what he did to me drew out so much more. My juices melded with his saliva as he spared no thought for mess, spreading us all about my pussy, my inner thighs, and the bed beneath me.
He locked his lips atop my clitoris and began to suck just ever so gently. I'd never had that done before, and it made my eyes roll into the back of my head as I groaned loud enough to upset the neighbors.
He entered me with two of his fingers. These were lumberjack's fingers, construction worker's fingers; real blue-collar fingers. Gnarled digits that I swear the sex industry has since used to model the shape of their sex toys upon. It was as if they were almost designed to enter my swollen folds, seeking out my eager G-spot as he hooked them around on the backwards motion.
He stimulated my clitoris whilst he teased my G-spot -- I was in heaven, and I felt like I was going to climax then and there.
Maybe he sensed my impending eruption and didn't want me to finish too early, because he sat up and gave me a wry smile, lifting one of his eyebrows in a mischievous way. Was he edging me?
He was still fully clothed, but in my borderline state, I resolved to undress him to my satisfaction. It was a $500 shirt that I ripped open; buttons flew across the room revealing a toned physique that would be at home on the cover of a magazine. I tasted his nipple, and bit gently whilst I undid his belt. The carnal frenzy he'd started with had begun to overtake my own senses. He groaned as I bit him a little too hard.
I pulled his jeans around his ankles and immediately took his penis inside my mouth without even a chance to inspect his package. In truth, I'd have sucked it no matter its size, or shape, or angle; I was now feral just like he was, and I let the head of his penis touch the back of my throat. I swallowed, allowing the muscles at the back of my mouth to massage the tip of his penis, whilst I drew my tongue up and down its length.
He tasted so good. This was the first time a penis this far back had managed to successfully avoid triggering my gag reflex. Was it influenced by my arousal, or was there something special about his beautifully smooth cock that seemed at home within my mouth? All I knew for certain was that I physically couldn't get his cock any further inside me, but that didn't satisfy me. I wanted him deeper, but the goddamn laws of physics had deemed it not to be.
He groaned as I gave him the best blowjob I'd ever given. I couldn't be sure it was his best blowjob, but it was certainly the best I'd ever given anyone. I broke out all my best tricks; rotating my head one way and the other like his cock was an axle, massaging it with my throat muscles, playing with his head with my tongue, and sucking on the most sensitive areas at his tip to make him wince. I did everything I knew to do, and more, and I still wanted more.
He slid my head back slowly and looked into my eyes, which were glassy and wet -- as they sometimes are when there's an enormous cock pushed right against your uvula.
