My Wifes First Time Ch 02 1

I want to thank Kenji Sato for his great editing, and correcting all of my punctuation.

My Wife's First Time ch 2

My name is Andy, and I have been married to my wife Becky for the last three years. Becky is so pretty. She is five-foot-eight-inches tall, weighs one-thirty-five, and has overflowing B-cup tits on her thirty-six inch chest. Becky is thin, with not much of an ass, but she has perfectly formed, very sexy legs.

When I was a senior in high school, I'd been attracted to a girl named Nancy, who everyone called, Nan. I was attracted to her because she was such a slut. I thought that maybe she would fuck me; and I would finally lose my virginity-- I was so shy and so naive; hell I was eighteen and still a virgin. But, Nan only wanted me as a friend.

Then one night at a party, at the river, she must have felt sorry for me and she grabbed a blanket as she led me to a nearby field-- where she did fuck me.

Nan still just wanted to be friends, but occasionally, she would teach me some more about sex-- she would suck my cock, and she taught me how to eat her pussy. One time, I asked her if my cock was small, and she said that it was very average.

One night, Nan invited me to a party at her parents' house, as they were out of town and her older brother was having a party. That was the night that I first saw Becky and fell in love with her.

At this party, Nan's brother, Mark, had picked up a girl, taken her to his bedroom, and fucked her. He had left his bedroom door open a bit, so everyone at the party could hear him fuck his newest conquest. One guy told me Mark always left his door open, so everyone could hear.

It was almost a year later before I would learn that the girl, Becky, whom I had heard screaming out in orgasm several times, had been a virgin, up until that night. A while later we all heard Mark's loud grunts, when he ejaculated.

I was in the kitchen with two or three other guys, when this beautiful girl appeared as she was headed for the bathroom. She was dressed in only a man's shirt and her panties. When she got to the bathroom door, she turned to look at us, and gave us a big smile. At exactly the same time, the powerful smell of sex hit my nose-- that was the moment I fell in love.

I didn't see Becky again, until Nan took me to a party several months later. That party was at a house her brother Mark and four other guys had rented.

After Becky and I were married, I convinced her to write her story of her first time with Mark, and of how he had taught her to be such a great piece of ass.

*Now this is the second chapter, telling about the next year and of her experiences at Mark's party house.*

*******

Becky

When Mark and his four friends rented that big house and moved in, it immediately became a party house. It had five bedrooms, one for each roommate, and a huge spare room that had three couches in it. That room turned out to be where guests would go to fuck. Sometimes, when the partiers would get real drunk and wild, there would be a naked couple on each couch, fucking each other's brains out

Nan and I, and it seemed her friend Andy were always around. We would go to a party Friday night at Mark's place, and I might not get home until Sunday at noon. My mother knew that I had fallen for Mark, and was sleeping with him. Even though I was eighteen, going on nineteen, my mother protected my loss of innocence from my father, telling him I was staying at Nan's house.

Mark's roommates were Gordon, Bill, Rich, and Nalski-- that wasn't his name, but that's what everyone called him. I knew Nalski and Bill, as we had all grown up in the same neighborhood.

Nan and I, and Andy, would party at Mark's house, every weekend, and then Mark and I would fuck, then sleep together, then fuck some more. I think all the guys had seen me in just panties, and T-shirt; sometimes, the way Rich looked at me made me feel uncomfortable.

Nan would fuck any of Mark's roommates who needed a girl for the night, she had told me she really liked fucking Biill or Nalski, but she would also fuck any of the guys who showed up to party, I didn't think Nan ever went a Friday or Saturday night, without a cock inside her. I knew that sometimes, she would fuck Andy.

Nan and I were there so much, we were part of the group. The day after every party, the guys would openly talk about who they had fucked, and what girls had sucked their cocks the night before, they would talk in great detail about the girls' bodies, and their talents at fucking and sucking.

The guys were very crude, bragging about their latest conquests, but I realized they were dumb nineteen-year-old boys enjoying their newfound freedom, and more strange ass than they had ever imagined. For me, who had been a virgin just a few months before, my newfound sex education was incredible.

Their descriptions made me super horny, and I would grab Mark's hand, and drag him to bed, where I would fuck him again. Something I had noticed was, that if I left the house on the weekend, that when I got back, it smelled of sex. I would get used to it right away, and pretty soon, I didn't notice it.

One Friday afternoon, my aunt and uncle came to visit. They lived several states away from us, and we did not see them often. This aunt was my mom's sister, and my favorite aunt. I had not seen her for quite a while, so I had dinner with my parents, and my aunt and uncle. After dinner, I stayed to visit for several hours. I finally left at about nine o'clock to go stay at Nan's, at least that's what I had said.

I drove over to Mark's house, and when I walked in, the party was in full swing. What I saw made my stomach churn. Mark had a girl up against a wall, and they were kissing, then as I watched from across the room, he took her hand and led her to his room. I was stunned. I went over and got a beer. Then I started getting upset, I was so jealous, so hurt, I felt so betrayed.

I sat down on a couch. I noticed Andy was watching me, as I sat there thinking, and then I started softly crying. It wasn't long before Bill noticed me and came and sat down beside me. Bill was one of those people who paid attention to what was going on around him. He did not have to ask me what was wrong, he had seen everything.

I could not stop crying; I was not making a scene, just softly sobbing. Bill was truly a nice guy; he put his arm around my shoulder, and tried to console me. I was getting over my crying and laid my head against Bill's shoulder. As I settled down, I stopped crying. I was glad Bill was there, it seemed to help to have somebody who cared, holding me.

When I ĥad quit crying, I started getting mad. I was thinking that I wished there was some way to get back at Mark, some way to hurt him, like he had hurt me. Then I realized the way to hurt him, to make him jealous, was right beside me, with his arm around me.

I sat up, I turned towards Bill, and I gently kissed him. He seemed shocked. He pulled his head back and just looked at me. I leaned in and kissed him again; this time harder, with more passion. Again he pulled away, and looked at me.

I knew he was thinking-- Mark was his friend. I knew he was fighting the mental battle of loyalty versus a strange piece of ass. His nineteen-year-old penis won the mental battle.

Bill stood up, pulled me to my feet, and was leading me to his room. I noticed that Rich was watching me, and he had a smirk on his face. Bill took me into his room, and closed the door; it was dark in his room, with just some moonlight or streetlight coming in the window.

We sat on the edge of the bed, and started making out, Bill was a good kisser-- I liked the feel of his lips, the texture of his tongue, and he tasted good. As we were kissing, Bill's hand was between us, unbuttoning my blouse. When my blouse was unbuttoned, I helped him as he took it off of me.

Still kissing, with even more passion, and added lust, he reached behind me, unclipping my bra. When it was off, Bill leaned his head down, and sucked on one nipple, while pinching and rolling the other between his finger and thumb. I moaned as I felt that familiar electric pulse run from my nipples to my clit. This was only the second man to ever suck on my titties.

Bill pushed me back on the bed, and was still sucking my nipple, squeezing my other boob and pulling on my nipple with one hand, while runnińg his other hand over my tummy, and under the waistband of my jeans and panties. As his fiingers reachhed my clit, my hips instinctively thrust, I moaned-- fuck, I needed more.

Bill unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans; standing up, he pulled off my shoes and socks, then gripping the waistband of my jeans, started pulling them off; I lifted my hips to help him. When he had my jeans off, my panties quickly followed. Bill helped me to stand, then pulled his bedding down, and I climbed in.

Bill then undressed himself; when he pulled his shorts down and off, I tried to get a look at his cock, but it was too dark in the room to see it. He climbed in beside me, and we kissed passionately.

Bill reached his hand between my legs, sliding his finger into my slick, flowing pussy. He fingerfucked me as deep as his finger would reach plunging it in and out a dozen times, then pulled it out far enough to slide it up to flick it across my clit, like a machine gun. I cried out in exquisite pleasure.

I reached my hand between us to grab his cock-- what the hell! It was so small compared to the only other cock I had ever felt. I was glad it was dark, so Bill couldn't see the shocked look on my face. Before this, I had only touched Mark's cock; I had assumed they were all the same Bill's cock barely filled my hand-- my fingers could reach around it, with my finger easily reaching my thumb.

I wanted to get closer to this new cock, so I kissed my way down his body, throwing the blankets off of us as I went. It was too dark to see his cock, so I knew the only way to get to know it was to feel every detail with my mouth. I put my mouth around it, finding Bill had leaked a lot of pre-cum. I liked its taste; in fact I liked how his cock felt in my mouth.

If I lowered my lips completely to his pubes, his cock just got to my throat; it was just the right length, it didn't gag me. After a few minutes of sucking his cock, I realized my jaw wasn't sore like when I'd suck Mark. I started thinking that Bill's cock was just the right size for a blowjob, I liked it.

Mark had taught me how to suck cock, teaching me to not use my hands, to just use my mouth. After a month or so of his training, Mark had told me I was a natural, maybe the best cocksucker he had ever felt. The way Bill was moaning, and all his muscles were tensing, he must have thought thst I was okay at it, too.

Bill moaned out,"Oh God, Becky, I'm gonna cum."

Bill's cock got bigger and harder in my mouth, his ass lifted off the bed, and he orgasmed. He was grunting loudly as his cock throbbed in my mouth, ejaculating spurt after spurt of his hot cum in my mouth and down my throat.

When he did finish cumming, and his body collapsed back on the bed, I held his cock in my mouth. I was savoring the taste of his cum; it smelled and tasted the same as Mark's, maybe not quite as sweet as Mark's, but I still liked it. When I did pull my mouth of his shrinking cock, I kept my suction on as I pulled my mouth off, making a loud pop as my mouth slammed shut.

Bill cried out, "Damn, Becky, that was amazing! That was the best blowjob of my life."

I moved up, and we held each other, as his beating heart and his breathing returned to normal. I kissed Bill with a deep, passionate kiss. I could still feel and taste his cum in my mouth, so I knew he could too; he didn't seem to mind his taste.

Bill fondled my tits, before he moved down my body, stopping to suck on my niipples for a bit, then kissed his way down my body, until he was between my legs, which I had spread for him. I heard Bill inhale deeply, taking in my scent of arousal, which by then was coating my inner thighs. Bill licked my juices off of my inner thighs, as he moved into position. He slipped his arms under my thighs, reaching his hands up to play with my tits. Then he made a strong, wonderful lick up my leaking pussy.

I moaned, "Oh God, Bill, that's so good."

Bill ate me differently than Mark had. He wasn't rough, he just ate me with a strong, firm tongue. I didn't know if I liked the way that Bill ate me better, or if it was the thought of having a new different man's face buried in my pussy. My body reacted, busting into an incredible, intense climax. I was sure everyone at the party heard my screams of ecstasy.

As my climax was subsiding, Bill moved his body into position for our fucking. I spread my legs wider, and tilted my pelvis up in anticipation of his penetration. My pussy was so wet with my natural lubrication, when he slid his cock into me, it easily went inside me, until his balls rubbed my ass.

His cock felt good inside of me, it didn't go so deep as to feel it was in my stomach like Mark's did, nor did it give me that feeling of being full and complete, but it did feel really good.

Bill had consoled me, when I needed it, and he had given me an incredible climax-- I was determined to give him the fucking of his life. As he started his thrusting into me, I wrapped my legs around his lower back, and locked my ankles. I met every one of his thrusts with a powerful thrust of my own.

Mark had taught me that every one of the human senses was involved in fucking. I hoped to enhance Bill's pleasure with some aural gratification. So with every thrust, I tried to exhibit my pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, your cock, oh, oh, feels so, so, so good, oh, fuck me Bill, oh, oh, oh Bill, oh, harder, harder, oh fuck!

I kept up my verbal appreciation, all during our fucking, our sweating bodies were slapping together, with each thrust. Even though I had already made Bill cum, I knew that with the fucking I was giving him, he wasn't going to last long.

Bill's thrusting was gaining speed, I could feel his body tensing, so was mine. Even though his cock wasn't as big as Mark's, our fucking still felt so good, I wanted to cum with Bill. I felt his cock grow and get harder inside of me, I fucked him harder.

I was right there when Bill's body went stiff and he drove his cock so hard and so deep inside of me. He grunted as his ass clenched and his cock jerked, ejaculating his cum against my cervix. Bill's excitement and orgasm pulled me over the edge and I joined him in the ecstasy of climax. There is nothing that compares with a mutual climax, it makes the couple mating feel so close.

When Bill finished ejaculating, and his climax was over, he lowered his body onto mine, and we hugged and kissed. I liked his weight lying on me, even when he tried to roll off of me, I held him on top of me. After just one fuck, I felt really close to him.

I woke up as Bill was getting out of bed. The room was light, it was daylight outside. I lay there, remembering the previous night, my first time being with a man other than Mark. I had really enjoyed being with a different man. When Bill came back, I looked at his dick as he walked to the bed. His dick didn't hang down over his ballsack like Mark's. It just sat on top of his pouch, the head and an inch or so of his shaft protruding.

Bill climbed into bed, and I got out to go relieve myself. I put on my panties and my shirt. When I got to the bathroom door, Mark's bedroom door opened, and the girl I had seen with Mark at the party came out. She was dressed, she looked my way, gave me an embarrassed little smile, turned and walked down the hall. I did not recognize her except from the previous night.

When I finished peeing, I washed my twat with a washcloth and headed back to Bill's bed. When I climbed in, it was so warm, and so was his body as I snuggled up to him. We kissed, and he fondled my tits; we kissed a little more, when I felt Bill's cock get hard against my tummy, and I felt my pussy get wet.

I wasn't so horny, but I wanted to be close with Bill. I spread my legs as I pulled him on top of me. He got in position and as he sank his hard cock into me, we both moaned in pleasure. And then we made love-- slow, gentle, and caring love. As always when making love, the drive to climax took over and we both succumbed to that desire and fucked each other to the ultimate goal; our climaxes. What a wonderful way to start the day.

After our orgasms together, and our recovery, I got dressed. I didn't feel like hanging around Mark's place that day. I grabbed Nan and we headed home. I knew she had slept with Bill multiple times, so I just had to know.

"Nan, is Bill's cock small?"

Nan laughed, "No, Bill's cock is very average, it's just that your first-- and only-- cock, was that horse cock, my brother has. I have accidentally seen it when he is soft, but other girls that have been with him told me that it is huge. Sweetie, most guys are Bill's size, some a little bigger, some a little smaller. There are very few men with truly big cocks, like Mark's."

Saturday night, Nan, myself and of course Andy, went back to Mark's. Mark and I were right back together. That night, we went to bed and made love, and fucked, then again in the morning. I didn't say anything about him fucking that other girl, and he didn't mention me fucking Bill. I was confused about where our relationship was going.

Everything was fine for a month or so. Then one night, I drank too much and got pretty drunk, I was in a kind of a stupor, when I saw Mark leading another girl to his bedroom. I didn't really know what had happened next, but I wound up naked in Rich's bed; he was kissing me, and I would guess I was probably kissing him back.

I knew that I wasn't turned on, when I felt his knee spreading my legs, and he wound up between them. Then he was trying to get his cock inside of me. I was not wet enough for him to get it inside of me. He pulled his cock back, then he spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cock, he did that twice. Then he put his cock to my opening and pushed it in me. It didn't feel good.

Rich then started fucking me, I would guess my body betrayed me and responded to his fucking and my pussy got wet. I still wasn't turned on and wasn't enjoying it. Luckily, he didn't last long, before he grunted and filled me with his cum.

I woke up in the morning because Rich was fingerfucking me. Waking up, I was still in a daze, he pulled on my hand and placed it on his hard-on, his cock was a little longer, and a little thicker than Bill's. Unlike the night before, at least that morning, there was some foreplay, which woke my pussy up.

The play didn't last long though, before Rich was between my legs and fucking me. At least my pussy was slick with the cum he had filled me with the night before. Again, he didn't last long before he grunted and ejaculated inside me. Rich was a lousy lay, and didn't even try to please me, what kind of a guy would leave a girl unsatisfied?

I got dressed and went home. I didn't even go back to Mark's that night. Later that week, Nan told me that she had fucked Rich a couple of times, and that he was really selfish.

The next weekend, I went back to Mark's. I think by that time, I was starting to fall out of love with Mark, but I just couldn't give up the excitement and pleasure his big cock gave me.

I watched Mark take another girl to his bedroom, so I went over to Gordon and kissed him. Then off we went to his bedroom. Gordon was a good lover, and he kissed and played with me for a long time. The only disappointment was when I took his underwear off, and found his dick. It was very hard, but it really wasn't big enough to deserve to be called a cock.

The truth was that I kind of felt sorry for him. Guys have no control over their size, and I felt bad comparing him to the other men. But seriously, Gordon's dick wasn't much bigger than my index finger.