She and I started talking more often. I told her I was sorry I couldn’t please her, to which she would respond that she’d been fucked enough that it seemed wrong that I wasn’t given a little pleasure. About twice a week for the next three weeks, she would drive me home, take off her shirt and ribbon (but never her bra), and would give me blow jobs, now that she knew the dangers of giving me a hand job. I was surprised at first after, from what I had gathered as her having been in plenty of relationships, she had difficulty deep-throating me. After a week, she had it down pat. As we had done this, she let me see the tag on her bra. Her petite size threw me off- she did not have F cups, but rather a full-fledged 30H, that the thought of, even now, gets my cock in a fit.
The forth week was different. This day, as I got in the car expecting to get a blow job, she drove a different way. I didn’t question her- I didn’t want to make her mad and ruin this chance. She stopped outside of a house I wasn’t familiar to.
It was her house.
She pulled out a medication bottle, and told me to take two. I asked her what it was.
“Promise me you won’t get offended?” I shook my head. I wasn’t in a place to beg for mercy. “Michael, today, you will lose your virginity.” I was in shock, both for the fact that I was getting laid for the first time, and also because I wasn’t told that I was until the moment it was to happen. “However, as I have come to know you, that while you do have some endurance, you always go soft after you cum, and most virgins always cum, no matter what, in a matter of seconds.” I nodded respectfully.
“So this is Viagra, isn’t it?” I asked her.
“It’s over-the-counter meds like Viagra, only slightly more expensive, and they help with endurance. I don’t want my first lay with him,” she nodded towards my crotch, “To be remembered as the time you came so soon… Do you mind?” I almost laughed. Of course I didn’t mind! I understood my limits- I wasn’t a stud. I told her no, took the pills, and we began for her house.
She sat me at the foot of a large bed, and undid my pants. As she pulled them to the floor, my cock rested on the bed, following the comforter over the side. She took off my shirt, and she began her dance. She moved her hips slowly, rotating them around on her slight frame, and started to pull off her pants. I could feel the blood beginning to go through me, but I wasn’t getting hard yet. Her small, slight ass, with just enough padding on it to make it attractive, slowly came out of her tight jeans, her blue thong almost invisible. She danced her pants to the floor.
She turned towards me, and slowly lifted up her shirt. My dick had gained length now, but hadn’t gotten hard. She lifted up her shirt to show her matching blue bra, with a blue ribbon visible. She undid her ribbon, and her tits came toppling forward.
She pulled down her thong, which I paid no attention to. It was her breasts I was after. She turned around and undid her bra, and I could see them from behind her, spreading out past her sides. My cock started to rise. She turned around and whispered, “What do you think?”
I was completely hard, and my eyes were on her breasts. Her small nipples were hard, and her eyes were on my dick. I then whispered sheepishly, “Do you have a condom?” Almost like a puppet, she reached into a drawer and pulled out a condom, still staring at my dick. The box said “Small- 4.5-5.5 inches,” on the side. I looked at her and asked, “Will these work? Aren’t I a little…?” I didn’t finish my sentence. She then came really close to me, her breasts on my chest and my dick on her stomach, and whispered, “It’s not my time of the month… Just let me know when you’re about to cum.” I nodded. We kissed, and she pushed me onto the bed.
She slowly lowered herself onto my lap, my cock going in easily, though she felt rather tight. It took her a few tries to take it all. “You’re bigger than the others I’ve had… I forgot I only had the small condoms,” she moaned. Eventually, she began to ride me up and down, both of us in pleasure. Sure enough, after what felt like a minute, I had to cum. She quickly got off me and started to rub me with her hands. I coated her body with me, but I was still (to my surprise) hard.
We changed to doggy style, to where I had to work for it. After twenty minutes of ecstasy and coordination for how to fuck and where to go, she came. It was an amazing sensation, feeling her juices around my dick. Her front arms gave, and only her ass was in the air. Ten minutes later, I came, shooting myself all over her back. We continued on like this, cumming at different and longer intervals, until I had cum four times, and her for five.
Finally, after three hours of fantastic fucking, we lay sticky and sweating on a sticky and wet bed, panting. “That was amazing,” I gasped, and she nodded as well. I still had an erection, and she took notice. My dick, sore from such a work-out, felt exhausted as she gave me another hand job. I willed myself to cum quickly, my semen covering her hand as I came for my fifth time. We looked at each other and smiled. We kissed one more time.
“Michael… I need to tell you something.” She looked at the ceiling, almost embarrassed, and began, “Michael… I lo-” She was cut off by a ruckus at the front door. She started up, a wave of fear on her face. “Oh my God!” she yelled, “My mom!” Without even reacting, I grabbed my pants and shirt, and started out of the back house (my backpack was still in her car). She tried to get up to help me, but her legs gave way, too exhausted from orgasms, and she collapsed on the floor. “Run Michael!” she yelled, and I did, straight out the backdoor. I ran as far as I could, the shouts of an angry mother in the background. I ran until I got to a bus stop, and sat down on the bench. My dick was sore, my legs were sore, everything was sore. I just sat there until dark finally took the suburb, and then called my own mother for a ride home, not even caring to explain my whereabouts for the past four hours.
The next day, we both sat in class. I asked her what happened with her mom. “Don’t worry about it,” she sighed. Then she said, “Want to come over to my house today?” I smiled.
“Wasn’t yesterday enough?”
“It was a good start. Your next lesson is how to cum at the same time…”
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