"So - what happened?"
"I took him back to my place, because I knew my room-mate was sleeping over with her boyfriend and we could be alone. And he fucked me."
"That's all you're going to say? 'He fucked me'? I think I need a fuller description than THAT!"
"OK, OK... so when we got up to my room, I just knew that we were going to do it. And I wanted my first time to be really special, you know? So I lit some candles, and turned off all the lights and we sat on the sofa and we kissed, deep swirling French kisses, our tongues entwining - you know how I love THAT!... And as we kissed, he inched his hand up from my knee, up under my dress, along my thigh."
"Do you remember the dress you were wearing?"
"It was some kind of flimsy cotton thing - may even have been a silk skirt. I really can't recall - but it was definitely flimsy. SO as he is inching his hand up from my knee to my crotch, I can feel my legs part. I mean, I didn't consciously spread them, you know? I didn't want to be flagrantly asking him to pick my cherry, but I WAS really hungry for his cock. I remember thinking to myself, as his hand inched toward my pussy, 'Should I be reaching out for his cock?' and I was torn. I was still a little shy, you know? I was 18, and I'd diddled a few guys, but I had never felt like this - never wanted a man up inside me. So I kept my hand to myself, because I didn't want it to be over too soon."
"Makes sense - go on!"
"Well, eventually his hand is right up at the top of my thigh, and my legs are spread as wide as I can get them on the sofa, and he lays his hand flat against the crotch of my panties. He can feel how wet he's made me. And he simply starts moving his fingers over the fabric of my panties, until he can feel where my clit is swelling out to meet his touch, and he starts - VERY gently, I have to say - to stroke me. Our tongues are still stuck down each others' throats, there's been absolutely NO conversation since we started kissing. But it's crystal clear what I want. And he really takes his time. He rubs my clit through the fabric of my panties and pushes it from side to side, in time with his tongue on my tongue in my mouth. I start to feel dizzy, and breathless and I know I'm going to come. It's a wonderful feeling, that moment when you know that nothing can stop you falling off the edge of the world... And when I do come, he takes his mouth off mine so I can breathe and is really pushing my clit HARD from side to side until I have to beg him to stop.."
"And then what...?"
"I hardly have time to get my breath back before he is pulling my panties down my legs. And then he slides off the sofa onto his knees, and puts my ankles up on his shoulders, so I am spread out for him like a starfish, and he starts to eat me out. I have NEVER had a man go down on me before. And I am in HEAVEN! The feel of his tongue licking and lapping at my spread wide pussy is like nothing I have EVER felt before. The way he could change the shape and feel of his tongue - one minute hard and thrusting up into my cunt, and the next flat and wrapping itself softly around my swollen clit! His tongue could change, from this insistent hard vibrating thing flicking my pearly clit from side to side, into a soft velvet glove caressing its very tip. He was a master, he really was. Perhaps it was because it was my first time, but I really think he was a master. One minute he was easing his flattened tongue over the super-sensitized tip of my clit, and the next he was sucking my entire clit in between his teeth, deep into his mouth. And then he would like SPIT me out, and BLOW cold air all over my exposed pussy lips. And then he would be back, relentlessly vibrating my clit, like a dog worrying a bone."
"How long did he go on?"
"I have no idea! It felt like forever! But eventually - after I had come at least twice more! - he suggested we might be more comfortable on the bed. So he got up, I stood up next to him, and he held me in his arms, and undid my dress. I remember now - it was a summer dress that unbuttoned down the front. Big blue buttons. He undid them slowly, looking intently at me as he did so. I remember holding his gaze, somewhat sated from all his hard work between my legs, but still horny, still wanting more. He let the dress fall to the floor, and then reached round behind my back to unhook my bra. I remember how hard my nipples were - standing out like pencil-erasers. You know my tits - they're not the biggest in the world, but they are kind of perky."
"They are very lovely tits."
"Why thank you! So there I am, standing in front of him in nothing but my shoes. I feel incredibly sexy. I mean he was still fully clothed and I was completely naked. It was a real turn-on. And he seems to think so too - he sucks on one of my nipples - his tongue is as expert there as it was on my clit! - and then he makes me pirouette and strokes my bare ass cheeks."
"You DO have a lovely ass!"
"Well, thank you again! So then I say that it's MY turn to undress him. I start with his tee-shirt. He has a nice torso, actually. Not over-muscled, just firm and tanned. Not too much chest-hair - and what there is is soft and blonde and downy. I ask him to take off his shoes, and then I start to kiss him as I undo his belt-buckle. It's a big brass thing, and his jeans are tight and I have to wrestle with it as our tongues entwine again.. Finally, I have it undone, and I unclasp the top of his jeans, and s-l-o-w-l-y unzip him. His cock bobs out immediately, pushing his silk boxers out like the proverbial tent-pole. I am delighted to see the silk boxers. It is my experience that men who wear silk boxers are infinitely more sensual and generous in bed than men who wear normal underwear. Anyway, I decide that - though he hardly seems to need any help in getting or keeping his erection - he does deserve the sensual pleasure of my mouth wrapped around his knob, so I drop to my knees and close my mouth over the head of his swollen cock. I almost gag on the amount of precum which spurts out of him. He puts his hands behind my head and starts to fuck my mouth. I am suddenly afraid that he will cum too soon, so I get back up onto my feet and lead him to the bed."
"I think I can guess how this ends."
"And you are not wrong. I didn't want to tell him that this is my first time, but I think he probably guessed. We lie in each others' arms for a brief moment before he rolls me over onto my back and - his tongue deep inside my mouth - rubs the head of his cock over the tip of my swollen clit. My cunt is so slick with juice from all his earlier ministrations that it's real easy for him to push the length of his long hard cock up into me, but I can't help crying out as he breaks through my hymen. He didn't last too long, but boy! did he get intense. I just loved the feel of his granite-hard shaft pounding in and out of me like a piston. Splayed beneath him I totally surrendered - and then I realized that neither of us had any protection. I told him that he would have to pull out and cum in my mouth."
"Really? You did that? You must have REALLY liked this Ralph character..."
"I loved him. In that moment I totally loved him. And so after he had pounded me for a minute or two more - and I came AGAIN - the feel of the root of his cock against the base of my pussy opening just sending me right over the edge again - he pulled out and moved up the bed to push his cock into my open mouth. One swirl of my tongue and he just ERUPTED into me, long thick ropes of cum spurting out of his pulsing cock. It was gorgeous. And he tasted good too - salty, of course, but kind of nutty-sweet too. You taste good too, you know?"
"You've told me!"
"So I did. OK - now it's your turn. What was your best ever sex - before me, of course?"
"Of course. Hmmmmm, let me think.... OK. I guess the most kinky sex I ever had was with Samantha and her friend Candy. At the movies."
"At the movies? You never told me about this. You had sex in a movie-theater?"
"I did - long time ago. In my misspent youth."
"Tell all!"
"We were just friends - well, I had a thing for Samantha, but she had never put out for me. We were bored, and there was a showing of 'Deep Throat' at the cinema-club in college - you know, a sort of retro porn evening that the authorities let you get away with because the film is a cult-classic - and so I suggested to Sam that we go along. She was keen, as long as her friend Candy could come too. I guess she wanted her friend along as some kind of protection that I wouldn't jump all over her or something. I said 'The more the merrier' and so off we went."
"I am intrigued."
"Well, I bought a big bucket of popcorn, and led us up to the back of the theater, where I figured we would be more likely to be undisturbed. The girls complained a little at the long way up, but I was pleased we'd made the climb because - to my joy and amazement - we were the only people in the back row. I sat between the two girls. The film started and we were taking turns scooping popcorn out of the bucket that I had on my knees. The film is pretty explicit, and I soon had an aching boner. The girls were hooked too and I noticed that they didn't take their eyes off the screen as they dipped their hands into the bucket for the popcorn. So I decided that it would be perfectly safe for me to give my boner some air."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, my cock was getting EXTREMELY uncomfortable in my tight jeans. And the girls were really concentrating on what was going on on-screen. So I quietly unzipped, and let my cock out into the open. I thought I could keep it covered with the bucket of popcorn."
"And...?"
