Straight Female / 28
Now I'm a Mom with two kids who mean everything two me and a wonderful man I am about to marry. But 7-8 years ago, I was an out of control, self-destructive nymphomaniac. Anybody who has known me for a long time knows about it lol. There was one particular guy I fucked back then who I can't get out of my head, even though he was a virgin when we first had sex and didn't know what he was doing. He was just so passionate and wild.
The first time (his first time, ever), was when we were sleeping on the pull-out bed at my friend's house and we were drunk and making out. It was dark, he was moving his legs against mine, he had an erection which I could feel against my waist, and I was just wanting it so bad. But he was a virgin and we'd decided to take it slow.
But that started to seem like total bullshit once he went down on me. At first, I couldn't believe he was so brave. His heart was beating so fast and he was nervous. I didn't think he had the nerve to even try oral sex. But I let him. He took my boxers off like he was in a rush, really quickly, and then my panties, first fast, then slow. He was really awkward. When I felt his tongue against my vagina I could not help but sigh really loudly and shift both of my legs upward, so they bumped against his head. Again, he didn't really know what he was doing, he wasn't moving his tongue around enough, but I just wanted to make him feel like he was making me feel in ecstasy, and anyway, I was feeling good. So he licked me up and down my vagina like four or five more times until I took his head and pulled him up to me and kissed him again. I had to stop him because I was getting wet and wanted him inside me so badly. I stopped and actually said that it wasn't fair, I wanted him so bad. He said I could have him. I asked if he was sure and he said yes. Then he asked if I was on birth control, which I was.
So knowing that I wasn't really going to cum, I removed my shirt and removed his and had him lie down. I sat on top of him and took his stiff cock in one hand and stroked it for a few seconds. Then I stuck it inside of me. I rode him like that for a few minutes and his eyes were shut closed, so tight, it looked sort of funny. He was so flummoxed! I started actually feeling good and probably made a little bit of noise (and I hoped he wouldn't make too much, because my friends were asleep on either end of the hall). Then I felt him cum. I looked him right in the face hoping he would finally, actually open his eyes and look at me, because I wanted him to. And he did. I bent down a little and stared at him. Then we were done and I sat there for a moment and we went to sleep.
For a while, I faked it with him, even though he got better and better. One night, on the same bed about a month later, he actually made me cum and I whispered to him that he was making me cum while it happened. I really liked his passion and his anxiousness and his energy. I was fucking other guys at the same time--more experienced guys--but there was something that guy had that the rest didn't.
The first time (his first time, ever), was when we were sleeping on the pull-out bed at my friend's house and we were drunk and making out. It was dark, he was moving his legs against mine, he had an erection which I could feel against my waist, and I was just wanting it so bad. But he was a virgin and we'd decided to take it slow.
But that started to seem like total bullshit once he went down on me. At first, I couldn't believe he was so brave. His heart was beating so fast and he was nervous. I didn't think he had the nerve to even try oral sex. But I let him. He took my boxers off like he was in a rush, really quickly, and then my panties, first fast, then slow. He was really awkward. When I felt his tongue against my vagina I could not help but sigh really loudly and shift both of my legs upward, so they bumped against his head. Again, he didn't really know what he was doing, he wasn't moving his tongue around enough, but I just wanted to make him feel like he was making me feel in ecstasy, and anyway, I was feeling good. So he licked me up and down my vagina like four or five more times until I took his head and pulled him up to me and kissed him again. I had to stop him because I was getting wet and wanted him inside me so badly. I stopped and actually said that it wasn't fair, I wanted him so bad. He said I could have him. I asked if he was sure and he said yes. Then he asked if I was on birth control, which I was.
So knowing that I wasn't really going to cum, I removed my shirt and removed his and had him lie down. I sat on top of him and took his stiff cock in one hand and stroked it for a few seconds. Then I stuck it inside of me. I rode him like that for a few minutes and his eyes were shut closed, so tight, it looked sort of funny. He was so flummoxed! I started actually feeling good and probably made a little bit of noise (and I hoped he wouldn't make too much, because my friends were asleep on either end of the hall). Then I felt him cum. I looked him right in the face hoping he would finally, actually open his eyes and look at me, because I wanted him to. And he did. I bent down a little and stared at him. Then we were done and I sat there for a moment and we went to sleep.
For a while, I faked it with him, even though he got better and better. One night, on the same bed about a month later, he actually made me cum and I whispered to him that he was making me cum while it happened. I really liked his passion and his anxiousness and his energy. I was fucking other guys at the same time--more experienced guys--but there was something that guy had that the rest didn't.
