All persons entirely fictional. This story is not necessarily my taste, but I wanted to explore different sexual encounters in my stories both consensual and otherwise.
It was 1973, I was 21 and my boyfriend was a bit older at 24.
We had booked a holiday at one of those holiday camps in the south of England, where I hoped he would pop the question before taking my virginity. Especially if I was persuasive enough. I had packed with only one thing in mind. To give him a taste of what could be his whenever he wanted it.
We had fooled around a bit, but had never gone all the way so far. I was still a virgin, thanks to my over protective parents, and their mantra of "wait until a man makes an honest woman of you." Or alternatively "until he puts a ring on your finger." I know they meant a wedding band, but I would go with engagement ring. All my friends were sleeping around, it was still the era of free love, and they insisted on telling me I was a prude, and described in detail what I was missing out on. Their stories made me both blush, and flush with arousal.
It's not that I didn't want to. I did. I wasn't worried about getting up the duff (despite my chastity, I was on the pill), but I really did want a ring on my finger first before I spread my legs (more to respect my parents than anything). I was convinced he would pop the question without much persuasion anyhow, given that we were going to be alone together for a week, sleeping in the same room, in the same bed as a couple, and him being unable to contain his urges. Until now it had been snatching the odd fumble at our parents houses, or in dark corners of the pub car park. But I was leaving nothing to chance. I was going to make sure he popped the question, and then the shackles were off. I planned on being an absolute slut once that ring was firmly on my left hand, and make up for lost time.
He was driving us down in his bright red Ford Capri. It was his pride and joy. He probably loved the car more than me...well almost.
For once the weather forecast was kind, bright sun all the while we'd be away, meaning I could wear my killer bikini's and mini-dresses to overload his senses. Making sure I got his attention 24/7.
I didn't wait to get to the holiday camp to start my seduction. His eyes nearly fell out of his head when he picked me up. My firm, large tits (40 DD) were almost spilling out of my mini dress, with oodles of cleavage for him to ogle. That is if he could tear his eyes away from my ass and my thighs. The dress was so short it barely covered my panties, and at times, as he drove us later, it simply failed to cover the "V" of my pussy at the top of my legs as the car moved around.
"Jesus Shelly, you look hot."
"Well thank you kind Sir" I replied.
I could see his cock stiffen in his flared trousers. A sizeable bulge for a sizeable, but not massive, cock.
"It seems your cock approves too."
He blushed. "Erm, yeah, well....I'm human. Anyhow what's got in to you, not heard you talk like that before, I like it...I hope there's more."
I smiled at him and winked. If only he knew.
As he got on the motorway, with light traffic, I decided to give him a little treat, a taster of what was to come. Literally. π
I parted my legs and lowered my hand to my panties and began to rub my pussy.
"Mmmm, Mick...I feel so naughty and horny right now."
He turned his head to see me pressing my fingers in to my briefs, pushing the cloth in to the valley between my labia.
"I can't wait to be alone with you Mick...if you play your cards right, you might just get to stick that cock of yours in my wet vagina and fuck me...I know you want to."
I saw him gulp and lick his lips as my fingers played across my mound. His cock was also tenting his pants again, so I went for it. I decided to try something my best friend said men went crazy for.
"Jesus Shelly...what the..."
I reached over, and gripped his swollen cock through the material and squeezed. "Would you like me to take care of that for you baby? Should I relieve the pressure for you? I bet you'd like me to take him out and stroke him wouldn't you...and I bet you'd love me to put it between my lips and suck you off."
He was nodding vigorously. "Shit Shelly, what the fuck has gotten in to you? I mean yes fucking please."
I reached for his zipper, and slowly prized it open as he wriggled his hips to give me better access. I had to fumble and bend his cock a bit to get it out of his Y-front undies. I heard him wince, but he soon changed tune when it was eventually freed, and I was gliding my little fingers from hilt to tip over his 8" on repeat. Slowly, sensuously, pulling his foreskin back over his head, then back down again to reveal the purple toadstool. It was hot and throbbing, and I thought he was going to come within seconds from the moaning he was making.
"Fucking hell Shelly, that's so fucking good. I can't wait to get there. I'm going to rip your knickers off and stick my cock in your wet cunt and screw you good."
"Oh you are, are you. Now who's talking dirty? Well we will just have to see about that won't we."
"In the meantime, I can't leave you frustrated can I, so let's see, where was I....oh yes, of course" I teased, as my head lowered toward his lap and his waiting erect member.
I had never sucked him off before. I had jerked him off, and he had fingered me (and sucked my tits) in a bid to get my legs apart, without success, but that was about it.
I could see, then taste, little beads of cum seep from his dick. It tasted a little salty and warm, but wasn't unpleasant.
As my mouth closed around his cocks head, Mick let out a huge sigh, bordering on a gasp of excitement.
"Shiiiiiit....fuck yes...Jesus Christ Shelly that's fucking amazing...suck that cock baby, don't ever fucking stop."
I sank down on his meat as far as I could, until the tip reached my tonsils; then held myself there, choking a little.
I bobbed back up again and spat on his eye, rubbed it in with my hand, and then lashed it with my tongue, before savouring his length again, feasting on his cock for the first time. I liked it. I liked it a lot.
And so did Mick. He could not contain himself for long given the circumstances. The first time I had acted slutty, the first time I sucked his cock, and it being in a car, on a motorway, with the odd vehicle passing us by was all too much for him.
"Shelly, babe, fuck....I'm sorry baby, I'm going to blow....I just can't hold....unnnghhhhh, oohhh fuck, oh my fucking god."
I decided I would leave my mouth in place as he shot his load. It just felt right, like it was the next step, to take his seed, taste it, sample it and swallow it (and it's what my friend said she did). It made me jump a little when it exploded from his cock in to my throat, but my mouth stayed clamped shut around his pulsing, throbbing cock as it deposited all of what he had, and it slid down my gullet.