First Time With Michelle
Posted Tue Jun 09, 2009 05:12 PM
“What does it matter?” I asked rhetorically in reply. “It’s not like they have to know. Besides, you’re 24 years-old, and they are all at least your age. I don’t think anyone would be shocked. This is ’90s, not the ’50s.” I knew for a fact most of them have had numerous one night stands. I had met her through a mutual friend who worked in her office, and was well into double digits scoring with the rest of the staff. I knew what her co-workers did when they went home at night, and it wasn’t cuddle and make out with the same guy every night for almost a month. She didn’t have anything to worry about.
“Hell, they probably think you’re a prude,” I said.
I slipped my hand into Michelle’s panties. Her pussy was sopping wet. I could smell her distinctive odor. We’d been in bed for the last hour, making out and dry humping. All of our clothes were off except for her panties and my boxers, and my cock was sticking out of them. She leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth and started stroking me again.
She stopped and paused with a thoughtful, somewhat sad look on her face, “God. It’s been so long. I haven’t had sex since I broke up with Jason two years ago,” she said.
“Honey, now even I think you’re a prude.”
“I’ve given myself carpal tunnel syndrome by masturbating. I’ve been doing it for hours at a time. I even have to wear a brace now.”
I really didn’t have a response to that. So, I started kissing her again. I rolled over on top of her, pushing my weight on her stomach and breasts as I massaged her clit in circles and felt her humping against my hand.
She whispered in my ear, “I want something in there. Now. I need something in there.”
She reached down and started to pull of her panties. She’d finally won the inner battle with herself. Her eagerness was a huge turn on. She said, “I don’t like condoms.”
“You’re on the pill, right?”
“Yeah. But, I’m nervous about letting you cum in me. I never let Jason cum in me. He always pulled out.”
“What? You had unprotected sex with a guy for three years and he never came in you?”
“I didn’t like the thought of that…stuff…inside of me. It seemed gross.”
“Oh. Well, I’d rather wear a condom than pull out. I don’t like pulling out. It’s the opposite of what I want to do when I’m about to cum.”
She’d put her leg over me and was now straddling my stomach, I could feel her warm pussy on my slight post-college beer belly.
“Well, I’ll ride you so I can pull out if I want, and we’ll see. Maybe I’ll have the nerve to let you. Just plleeease tell me when you’re about to, okay?”
Was I going to say, “no?” Of course not.
“Okay,” I said as she reached down and pulled my the waistband of my boxer shorts over my erection, then down over my thighs.
Michelle then positioned her hips over mine. She steadied herself with one hand on the bed, and placed the head of my cock inside of the outer lips of her vagina. She then sat back, and I felt my cock slide inside of her wet, tight pussy. She let out a gasp. At first, I had been skeptical, but I started to believe it had been a long time for her. In the light from the street coming through the window, I could see the initial look of surprise on her face when I penetrated her, like she hadn’t remembered what to expect, followed by a look of relief that comes with a long irritating itch that was finally scratched.
Every woman feels different in subtle ways. She was tight, but not in a overstimulating kind of way. We fit together really well, and it had been months since I’d had sex, even longer, maybe two years, since my last serious girlfriend, when I’d last been inside of a woman bareback. Even then, we’d only done it bareback because we were drunk. We usually used condoms. This was the first time in a long time that I’d felt this, and every nerve was on fire.
She rolled her head to one side, half giggled, half groaned, “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. I can’t believe I’m actually fucking you!”
She moaned softly as she cyclically thrust my cock in and out of her, and my hands, which were grasping the soft, delicate curve of her hips, followed the motion. I was nearing my orgasm, and true to my word, I said, “Michelle…I’m…gonna…cum…really soon.”
“Okay,” she said panting, “just a little more, alright?”
“Yeah. Uh. Okay.”
I focused on nothingness and tried to ignore the tension that I could feel building beneath my scrotum. I forced myself to breath slowly in through my nose, and out through my mouth. This only lasted a short time before I knew I couldn’t stop it any longer.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” I warned with the only words I could muster.
“Do you want to cum inside of me?”
“Uhhh. Yes. Yeah, yeah,” I groaned.
“Okay. It’s okay. I want you to. Cum in me.”
Without thinking about it, my hands slid down her thighs and I grabbed onto her, digging my fingers into her soft skin. My hips thrust up off of the bed, and I pulled her towards me, driving my cock as deeply into her as I could. I growled an animal growl with each orgasmic contraction, pushing myself into her with each spasm and accompanying spurt of cum inside of her pussy. 3…4…5…Times before it started to subside. I felt her get wetter as my semen mixed with her juices. I felt her get even warmer.
Then it was over. The tension ran out of my body and I relaxed the grip on her on her hips. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, my cock, still hard inside of her. I wrapped my arms around her and we laid there for a long time, both of us savoring the feeling of my cock and cum inside of her. This was a first for her and I found in and of itself to be a turn on, but it was late and we were exhausted. The second round would have to wait until the morning.
Posted Wed Jun 17, 2009 06:11 PM