My stories involve events taken, with their permission of course, from my client's case files as a family sex therapist. Lately, lots of people on this site have been sending me emails asking me to write something about my own personal experiences, an action I have resisted until now. After checking with my husband, who agreed that I should, I will reluctantly share details of my first sexual experience (although I consider it to be quite dull after some of the stuff I hear in my office daily.)
Hubby knew I wasn't a virgin where he married me, and also knows I haven't cheated on him since, (although we do "role-play" a lot.) I have shared some of my early adventures with him as part of our role-playing foreplay, to spice things up a bit in our bedroom activities. These stories have always excited him but we have never taken it to the next level and probably never will. We've never so much as discussed acting out our roleplaying for real, and the fact that it even seems like there is the possibility we might -- keeps things on the edge and exciting.
I have told him this story and it is one of his favorites. After the first time I related it to him, we spent the entire weekend fucking our brains out. I think the idea of sharing me excites him, but he'd never want to do it for real. As for me, I love him so much I'd do whatever he wanted me to do, anytime he wanted it. After nine years, I am still head-over-heels in love with the man.
Bradley was nearly two years my senior. Tall and lean at six-foot-two-inches, he was the school's star athlete. Blonde and beautiful, blue eyes to kill for and a devastating smile, he was the total package. Just my luck he lived only three houses down the street from me. For two years we saw each other come and go with our tiny circle of friends, but only from afar. I didn't know at that time he'd enrolled in the local college just as I had.
Around eighteen I blossomed, titties galore, and a butt all my friends said they'd die for. Maybe because of that, I wore lots of jeans to school, and skimpy shorts on the weekends. My friends were all really cute, so we always had a bunch of guys hanging around us.
I attended a local college and in my sophomore year as I was leaving for school one morning, only six blocks away, I encountered Brad walking past. He later confirmed he'd timed it like that. We walked together and by the time we reached school, were smitten. A week later, he kissed me in my backyard, melting my knees. From that day on, I was lost. That doesn't mean I gave him my cherry that night. That didn't happen until months later.
I was determined to remain a virgin until I married, but that didn't mean our petting sessions weren't pretty intense. We'd meet behind our homes after everyone else had gone to sleep, lie on a blanket and do everything but fuck. The second time we kissed I sneaked over the fence and watched silently as he spread out the blanket. I told him "no sex." Smiling, he pulled me down against his hard body, kissing me deeply. My heart pounded so loud I was afraid it would awaken the neighbors.
After a few minutes I was trembling and weak, surprised my panties were so wet. I pushed him away, sat up, gasping for breath as he watched me closely.
"I really hurt baby," he said.
I'd heard how prolonged kissing affected boys, giving them, what we girls laughingly called, "blue-balls." Maybe it was puppy-love, or simply lust, but I didn't want him to hurt because of me.
"What can I do," I finally asked, as he pulled me back down, swallowing my mouth again.
I quickly discovered he'd taken his penis out, only after he took my hand and wrapped it around it. I'd never touched one before. It felt hot -- hard but soft, like it was a large piece of marble wrapped inside satin. Although I'd felt it against me when we kissed, it had felt like a piece of wood then and outside his clothing was so much bigger than I'd imagined. I was more determined than ever he'd never get that thing inside me. It'd probably kill me anyway. Still, I was so excited I couldn't breathe, my heart beating away.
Not knowing what to expect, the size of Bradley's cock was more than a little terrifying. Now I know that he, like my husband, were much larger in that department than the average male. Back then I thought they were probably all the same. One thing I knew though, it'd never fit inside me. The first cock I'd ever touched seemed so beautiful in the moonlight. I could see veins and ridges running through it, a soft spongy helmet on top, and it moved subtly in my hand, throbbing as I held it.
Anyway, he quickly showed me what he wanted and I eventually got the hang of it, listening to him moan and grunt as I alternated between fast and hard, slow and easy. I soon learned what he liked best and felt that I was about to climax as I watched him throb in the moonlight, the meaty tip glistening with a tiny bubble. Then it broke free, running down my hand in a sticky trail.
"I'm close, Baby," he groaned through his teeth.
I didn't know what that meant exactly, but I leaned closer to watch the first male climax I'd ever seen. I wanted to touch my wet panties, feel some of what he was experiencing, but I wasn't that brave yet. Then his body went rigid as he groaned aloud, my face suddenly sprayed with his explosion. Startled, I tried to withdraw my hand but he clasped his around it and kept it working, as he thrust upward over-and-over. After a while, he lay back, breathing hard. I had goop all over my hand, and some on my chin.
"Jeez, what a mess," I whispered.
Strangely, I wasn't all that repulsed by its stickiness. In the darkness I saw him handing me something white - his handkerchief. I cleaned up a bit with it and he drew me down to kiss me again.
"I love you, Cleo."
No one had ever told me that before and my heart simply melted. I felt him guiding my hand back to encircle his deflated cock, now feeling soft and satisfied, like me, content. I did it again for him before I went back home that night. I could have done it all night. In fact, I did it every night we could get together after that. Soon though, it wasn't enough. After the first week, he was also touching me through my panties, as I did him.
The first time it happened, I felt his fingers slide inside my loose-legged shorts, touching my damp Venus Mound. I started to pull away but suddenly just pushed myself back against his fingers. A few minutes later he forced the elastic band of my panties aside and slipped the tip of one finger inside my virgin opening, the first to ever do that, other than my own. Heaven soon followed. I came like I was dying. Now I knew what he was feeling.
We kissed every time we got together, there was deep soul kissing, lots of tongue, our hearts pounding, hands touching each other through our clothing, leaving us gasping for breath.
"God, I'm dying," he'd gasp. "Let me make love to you, Cleo. I love you. It's okay."
I admit I was a real tease though. I'd wear short-shorts, mini-skirts and soft sweaters, anything I knew that would drive him wild. I'd let him touch me almost anytime, anyplace, sucking his tongue, sliding my fingers over the bulge in his taunt blue jeans. My hormones were raging, making me reckless. Everyone in school knew we were an item, and suspected we were having sex. I did nothing to dispel those rumors. He was the school star athlete, and I was his girlfriend. I drove him crazy -- and that drove me crazy.
One night as I stroked him slowly into delirium in his back yard, he wrapped his fingers in my hair and forcibly pulled my face down until the tip of his wet penis touched my lips. All the girls had talked about this stuff enough that I knew what he wanted. I'd even considered doing it for him, but just wasn't brave enough to initiate it. It took little urging but I finally licked it, and then slid my mouth over the head, nearly swooning with pleasure. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
It slid over my tongue, banging against the soft sides of my mouth as I licked and gently sucked it, sensing that he wanted me to take it even deeper. I let my tongue slide around the soft helmet, tasting his fluid as he grew more excited. Later he'd explain what that was, but all I knew at the moment was, it was delicious.
I made it last a long time, stopping each time he was about to shoot. I wasn't ready to let him go off inside my mouth. I didn't think I could handle that. I sucked his thick meaty penis with love, licking all the way down and back up, learning that he enjoyed having me kiss and suck his balls. I learned how to swallow nearly all of its length, breathing through my nose to keep from gagging. Feeling it enter the opening of my throat was one of the most enjoyable things I'd ever imagined. I quietly came on my fingers as I did that but never stopped fingering myself, as I waited to do it again and again. I was in heaven.
As it was, he came in my mouth anyway. Totally unexpectedly, thrusting upward, holding my face close, emptying himself inside my mouth and throat. It wasn't bad. Okay, I loved it. I told myself it was because I loved him so much. I sucked him dry again before I left that night, wanting to do it more but he was finished. I was thinking; God, what a rush!
All I could think about the next day was letting him do that to me again. I saw him standing with his teammates after school, and walked toward them. They saw me coming, whispering among themselves, nudging each other and winking as I arrived. I felt they all knew, and that Brad had told them. Well, I thought. Fuck them. I was his. Who cared if they knew?
Because of football practice, it was two nights before we got together behind his house again. I couldn't even wait until he'd spread the blanket, just dropping to my knees, unzipping his pants, and taking his swelling cock inside my hungry mouth.
"God, you must've missed that," he groaned, clutching my hair.
I whimpered my agreement as I slobbered on his leaking penis, wanting him to cum quickly, hungry for it. He forcibly pushed me away as I protested weakly, quickly spreading the blanket and pulling me down on it. Before I could object, he had my sweater off, and was pushing my shorts down as he nibbled my breasts. I couldn't object, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even think, clutching his head tighter against my tits. It was the first time we'd both been completely naked. His lean body felt wonderful against mine. I felt so small.
His hot mouth trailed down my electrified body, licking and nibbling everywhere maddeningly, driving me crazy, until I felt his breath against my wet vagina. I almost screamed with pleasure and surprise as his tongue entered me. I came so hard I nearly blacked out, and the first thing I was aware of was him pushing his hard cock against my tiny opening.
"No . . ." I muttered.
"I gotta. Can't stop."
Stretching and burning my small vagina like fire, he finally managed to get the crown inside, then the fire increased as he buried himself deeper, where nothing had ever been. A sharp pain snapped deep inside my vagina walls, but it wasn't nearly as bad I'd heard it'd be. The he effortlessly bottomed out against something deep inside me.
