I used to be kind of like a girly-girl, not very athletic or anything. And I liked dressing up and looking pretty, and I was never bothered with any worldy concerns outside my little circle of friends. In short, I was a narrow-minded twit. But hey, we can all change!
Now, I feel naked if I don’t have my 1911 and my Mini-machete strapped on me. I feel nervous if I don’t also have my pole and my AR strapped on or within arm’s reach. I like killing these fuckers, I don’t mind saying it. I was just starting to enter the world, and they fucked it all up. I hate them.
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Okay I just got the stink-eye from Michael. He said I was supposed to write about my first sexual experience with another person, but instead I’m “blathering on about everything except that.” I guess he’s right, it’s his story and I’m only a guest writer. Still, I just stood up and farted in his general direction, just to teach him a lesson.
So where were we… Ah yes! The Dance! I didn’t go to my Prom because Chris got the flu, so I always felt bad about missing that. And missing the after-prom activities! But Chris was too shy and didn’t know what to do anyway… I know, I know! I’m digressing! Jesus Christ you people need to calm down.
So, Michael made us a light but wonderful dinner. Obviously, he didn’t want us to get filled up! But he was freely pouring the drinks, for sure. He was so kind, and sweet, and staring into my eyes, when he asked me to dance I just nodded because I was about to cry! He pulled me close, our bodies touched. He traced the scar on my back from my neck down to my lower back. It was sexy, not gross, and it just reminded me that this heroic man saved my life on several occasions now, and he was touching ME and dancing with ME.
I could feel little stirrings in my pussy during dinner, but good lord I was on fire when we started dancing! His strong arms wrapped around me, his manly scent enveloped me, I just wanted him to completely take me over. As he held me tight, my breasts crushed into him. Does that do anything for him? It did a lot for me. As he pulled me even closer, I could feel something on his right leg. Something hard. I’m sure it was his cock, but I thought it was in the middle between his legs, not on a leg?
“Ah,” he said. “Excuse me for a second, babe.” Michael pulled back and stuck his hand down his own pants. “All better now.”
I wasn’t sure what happened, I guess he straightened himself out. Although I had watched a lot of pornos, the cocks were usually just hard; I didn’t know how long it took to go from soft to hard. We giggled about that as he pressed it into me again. This time, I could feel all of his hardness pressed against me. And he said it was for me, I made him that hard. Holy shit! My nipples were hard, I can tell you that, and my pussy seemed to be on fire, a wet fire.
Then, he said he liked me. ME! The awkward, mis-proportioned girl! He likes me! A lot! I kissed his cheek, then he turned and he met me with his mouth. Our tongues danced and time seemed to stand still. Next thing I know both his hands are on my ass cheeks, and he’s pressing his hard cock into my tummy. I moved a little sideways so I got one of his legs between mine, and I grinded against him like a common slut. But I didn’t care, it felt so GOOD!
We kissed for several minutes, lost in each others lips. His hands felt so good on my butt, squeezing hard, almost too hard but it not quite. My hands eventually drifted down his sides, and slid under his shirt and I touched his warm, bare skin for the first time. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. I ran my hands up the front of his chest, feeling the contours of his hard stomach and then the swell of his hard pecs. He flexed for me and I laughed, embarrassing him a little but he got over it.
“Nice chest, mister.” I purred as I massaged him.
“You too, little lady!” he responded. “I don’t think you understand how good you look!”
He reached down, and scooped me up in his arms like I was just a piece of paper! We kissed some more, and then he said:
“Would you like to…” and I nodded.
“Wait,” he said in surprise. “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask!”
“Well, I hope you’re going to ask me to bed!”
“Oh, sorry sweetheart. I was going to ask if you’d help me wash the Jeep?”
“Sure,” I replied. “And then we fuck after that?” I know, Mom says I have a vulgar, dirty mouth. But this wasn’t the time for subtlety. I was burning up.
He kissed me again. “Well,” he said, laughing. “Maybe the Jeep can wait until tomorrow.” He started towards his room, still carrying me.
“Yeah, maybe it can. Or maybe you’ll be too tired and worn out. Virgin busting is hard work, or so I hear.”
He just smiled and set me down gently after we entered his room. He arranged the air mattress and turned on a soft light, then turned to me.
“So, you haven’t seen a naked man before? In person, I mean?”
I shook my head, no.
“Want to?”
I nodded my head, yes.
“Okay, stay there, I’ll strip for you.”
He unbuttoned his long sleeve shirt, slowly. He pulled it back, exposing his bare chest. I could scarcely breathe. He threw the shirt on the floor. Kicked off his shoes, then pulled his socks off.
“Last chance!” he said as he stood there with his hands on the fly of his jeans. “You can still back out!”
In a slightly quivering voice, I answered. “I might just kill you where you stand if you stop now.”
He laughed, but I think he saw I wasn’t kidding.
Turning his back towards me, he undid his fly. Then he lowered his pants, slowly, slowly exposing the crack of his butt cheeks. His ass was perfect. As he removed the pants completely, I marveled at how the muscles in his legs and butt flexed as he moved.
He turned towards me with his arms outstretched a little and said “Ta-da!”
Staring me in the face was a three-foot monster cock.
Well, I was a virgin, remember? It seemed like it was three feet long. He told me later it’s about 8 inches. All I know is that it was far bigger than the dildo I had been playing with. Thicker too. I was torn between being scared to death of this thing, and wanting to devour it with my mouth and pussy.
Lust won the day, and I started towards him, bending down on my knees when I got there. I just breathed in his scent for a few moments, strong, musky. My hands on his thighs, I knew from the pornos what I was supposed to do, but doing it for real is a different story. I tentatively moved in, and kissed the tip.
“Hmmm,” Michael moaned. “That’s nice.”
I began to make out with his cock, and my right hand came over to grip it. Jesus! The skin is so soft, but underneath is so hard! How is this possible? And the skin moves around on the outside a little, fascinating…
Gathering up my courage, I opened my mouth and covered his whole tip with my lips. Good god, my mouth was open almost as much as it could, and I only had about an inch inside! How do those girls deep throat like in the movies? But it felt so cool, so good, and then I had a salty taste in my mouth. I pulled back and I could see this juice ooze from the tip.
“Pre-cum,” Michael said. “It’s a lubricant.”
I went back down on him, oh yeah, I can taste it now. Not bad at all! You know, some women seem to hate the taste of cum, and some love it. Seems like fewer love it, though. I hoped I would like it.
After a couple minutes, Michael helped me back up to standing.
“Baby,” he said, breathing heavily. “How about we get you out of this dress?”
He turned me around and undid the little clasp in the back. After stepping out of my dress, he slid my underwear off. The moment of truth was coming, he was going to see my oversized boobs in just a few seconds.
“Ho-holy shit!” Michael exclaimed when he turned me around.
“Am I,” I stammered. “Am I… okay?”
Michael held me and kissed me.
“You’re the most gorgeous, perfect woman I’ve ever seen. Really.” And he kissed me hard again.
After a few moments, I broke the kiss. I was so hot and wet, I was going to start oozing down my leg.
“Michael? Um, I’m sure there’s like, a protocol, or an etiquette here, or a sequence of events. And I want to do them all at some point. But can we first just, um, well…” I couldn’t believe I was all tongue-tied. Usually they can’t shut me up.
“What is it baby? You want to kiss more? Just tell me.” He was so sweet.
“Well can we just skip all the foreplay and get to the fucking? I’m really ready now.”
He laid me down gently on the mattress, me legs instinctively spread open. I was dripping wet. Michael settled in on top of me, resting his weight on his arms. I could feel his cock bumping around down there, I opened my legs as wide as I could. He reached down to position his cock, and suddenly it was there at my entrance. He rubbed it up and down my slit a few times, coating his cock with my juices. Then he brought his arm back up and rested on it.
“Please Michael,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”
His cock inched inside me, stretching me out like I could never have imagined. He pressed his hard cock further into me, pulling it back out a little and then sliding forward. I had used a dildo before, but it was nothing like this!
After a few ‘ohmygods’, Michael checked if he was hurting me.
“No, not at all. But, it’s in all the way, right?”
He just chuckled.
Rising up a little, He then lowered himself completely into me. I gasped as he stretched me further than I thought possible. I couldn’t breathe for a moment.
“That, my dear, is all the way!” Michael laughed again. “You ok?”
“Just, need a second,” I whimpered. Maybe I should have done more of that foreplay, I thought. Michael held still, but kissed me deeply. His tongue circled mine dreamily. He lifted himself up a bit, relieving some pressure, ahh that’s better, gave me a little breathing room.
“Bring your tits up,” he told me. He was resting on his hands so he couldn’t move.
They were splayed out to my sides, I grabbed them and pulled them up to my face, my nipples pointing right at him. He bent his head down and kissed my left nipple, tonguing it softly. I swear to God that a lightning bolt went “Zzzzzttttt!” right from my nipple to my pussy. His warm mouth engulfed my hard nipple and he sucked it inside his mouth. As the sparks continued to fly, he moved over and sucked the other one! God dammit! I pushed them together so my nipples were almost touching each other, he tongued both of them frantically, first one and then the other. My pussy felt like it was on fire! Suddenly, the slight ache down there was gone, replaced by a warm, sensational feeling.
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