Straight Female / 51
My First And Most Important Time, Still In Love After All These Years
I was in college and my mother's family had a reunion at a resort hotel in Florida. I went to go with my mother, but I didn't know her family and would have preferred not to go. She was into it with all her cousins and I walked away and went to sit out by the pool. I ordered a lemonade, because of my age. A man was out there sitting a couple of tables away, reading what looked like work stuff. He caught my eye and I smiled and he put his papers down and asked if he could join me.
We talked and I asked him where he was from and he got my name and number and the topic turned to meeting girls at hotels, and he told me about this one girl he me with huge tits and how she 'face slapped' him with her tits.
The conversation got more and more intimate and he asked me what it took to get my pussy wet. I was way in over my head and he said he wanted to get my pussy wet and we should go up to his room. Sometimes you're a puppy, and you follow your master and that's what I was that afternoon. Up in his room he 'disrobed' me, kissed my tush, smelled my 'c**t', and laid me out for a fuck.
Up to that time I had never gotten much further than holding hands, I hadn't ever been felt up. He ate me, forced me into an orgasm that I tried to hold down. He kept my legs apart, when I tried to close them, he grabbed my ankles and opened my legs back up. He wanted to look at my pussy, he wanted my pussy to 'open up'. He told me how the old time poets of the Middle East talked about the 'flower' in bloom. I got the finger, and my pussy was wet, and I suppose my pussy opened up because he really began to stare.
He asked me 'do you know how many men have died over pussy?' And he told me that I had a nice pussy now that it was all wide open and engorged for sex. He asked me if I wanted it 'straight' in, or did I want to feel his dick all over me first. He rubbed his dick against my face, on my tits, on my thighs, across my open pussy, before sticking it in. Before he finished he withdrew to eat me some more, and then held my legs up high by the ankles. and put his dick against my back hole. 'How about an ass fuck?', I said no and he stabbed me in the vagina, and shot all his gook inside me.
'Now remember that I want a tit slap on my face'. So I straddled him and tits slapped him and he bit my nipples and I fed them to him like feeding gr**es. My pussy was wide open, I could tell, and I wanted his dick again real bad. I got his dick, and he was slow and methodical again and ate me and pushed his dick in my back door hole and pulled it out for me to suck, and then he fucked me again until he shot all his gook in me again. I had several small orgasms along the way, and one great big one when he was eating me out. I laid there beside him and i wasn't a virgin no more.
I met my mother for dinner, with some of my 'aunts', cousins of hers and they kept talking about all the days gone by. When I was asked what I was up to I said I had stayed in my room and read.
Back in college I could not get that man out of my head. I sat feeling that he was beside me, I slept with the pillow between my legs dreaming that it was him. I spoke his name out loud, I lost sleep dreaming about being with him. After a month I got up enough nerve to fly to see him, unannounced. I knew it was bold, and probably a stup!d thing to do. I looked up his address so I went to his house. His wife came to the door, because he was at work. She had a two year old there and asked me what I wanted. I told her my name, and that I had met her husband, and I was pregnant (a lie).
She was serious and I sat in the living area while she looked after her son. She had called her husband to come home. He was very surprised I was there. She told him I was pregnant. She asked me how I knew it was his, a bar slut gets around. All in all it was a very bad thing to have done and I went to a motel out by the airport and flew back to college the next day. I told him in a note I mailed that I had a miscarriage several weeks later.
But today I think of him every single day. You never really get over your first true love.
We talked and I asked him where he was from and he got my name and number and the topic turned to meeting girls at hotels, and he told me about this one girl he me with huge tits and how she 'face slapped' him with her tits.
The conversation got more and more intimate and he asked me what it took to get my pussy wet. I was way in over my head and he said he wanted to get my pussy wet and we should go up to his room. Sometimes you're a puppy, and you follow your master and that's what I was that afternoon. Up in his room he 'disrobed' me, kissed my tush, smelled my 'c**t', and laid me out for a fuck.
Up to that time I had never gotten much further than holding hands, I hadn't ever been felt up. He ate me, forced me into an orgasm that I tried to hold down. He kept my legs apart, when I tried to close them, he grabbed my ankles and opened my legs back up. He wanted to look at my pussy, he wanted my pussy to 'open up'. He told me how the old time poets of the Middle East talked about the 'flower' in bloom. I got the finger, and my pussy was wet, and I suppose my pussy opened up because he really began to stare.
He asked me 'do you know how many men have died over pussy?' And he told me that I had a nice pussy now that it was all wide open and engorged for sex. He asked me if I wanted it 'straight' in, or did I want to feel his dick all over me first. He rubbed his dick against my face, on my tits, on my thighs, across my open pussy, before sticking it in. Before he finished he withdrew to eat me some more, and then held my legs up high by the ankles. and put his dick against my back hole. 'How about an ass fuck?', I said no and he stabbed me in the vagina, and shot all his gook inside me.
'Now remember that I want a tit slap on my face'. So I straddled him and tits slapped him and he bit my nipples and I fed them to him like feeding gr**es. My pussy was wide open, I could tell, and I wanted his dick again real bad. I got his dick, and he was slow and methodical again and ate me and pushed his dick in my back door hole and pulled it out for me to suck, and then he fucked me again until he shot all his gook in me again. I had several small orgasms along the way, and one great big one when he was eating me out. I laid there beside him and i wasn't a virgin no more.
I met my mother for dinner, with some of my 'aunts', cousins of hers and they kept talking about all the days gone by. When I was asked what I was up to I said I had stayed in my room and read.
Back in college I could not get that man out of my head. I sat feeling that he was beside me, I slept with the pillow between my legs dreaming that it was him. I spoke his name out loud, I lost sleep dreaming about being with him. After a month I got up enough nerve to fly to see him, unannounced. I knew it was bold, and probably a stup!d thing to do. I looked up his address so I went to his house. His wife came to the door, because he was at work. She had a two year old there and asked me what I wanted. I told her my name, and that I had met her husband, and I was pregnant (a lie).
She was serious and I sat in the living area while she looked after her son. She had called her husband to come home. He was very surprised I was there. She told him I was pregnant. She asked me how I knew it was his, a bar slut gets around. All in all it was a very bad thing to have done and I went to a motel out by the airport and flew back to college the next day. I told him in a note I mailed that I had a miscarriage several weeks later.
But today I think of him every single day. You never really get over your first true love.
