The first time I ever made love was on my eighteenth birthday. She was twenty-two, a friend of my cousins that I had known for about two years and we had become good friends. On my birthday, she invited me over to her apartment. I am a white Irish-American and she is a black Cuban American. Spanish is her first language even though she had been born in the States.
When I entered her apartment, there were very few preliminaries as she must have already decided to give me herself as a birthday present. Elena stands up from the sofa comes over and takes my hand and we walk hand-in-hand into her bedroom. Elena throws off the black bedspread exposing the silk white sheets beneath. She pushes me down, moves her hands over to my belt buckle, loosens my belt, and moves her hands to my hips, she takes hold of the top of my Levi's, she pulls my pants off with my white boxer shorts in one continuous movement.
If a heart were capable of bursting out of a chest this would have happened to mine. The quickness of her pulling off my pants and shorts, of my own exposure, catches me by surprise. Nevertheless, this moment is exhilarating to say the least. I am having difficulty in getting an erection. I am thinking to myself, what a wimp, I should be as hard as a rock, but for some unexplainable reason, I am having difficulty in becoming more substantially hard. Elena is looking down at my limpness. My imagination never imagined something like this happening.
Elena bends down unties my shoes, takes my shoes, and socks off. She comes back up leans over and starts kissing my inner thighs. Her breath so unbearably close, her hair brushing against my groin. She suddenly sucks in my limp cock, I feel her soft full lips envelope me, her wet tongue caressing me, I almost faint or swoon or melt or whatever ... I just can't describe this exquisite moment.
I can feel her breath, see and smell her hair, feel the touch of her hands on me as her hands glide slowly up . . . my legs to my thighs . . . I don't time the movement of her hands exactly - somewhere between 10 seconds and eternity as she finds her intended targets and she grasps my balls in one hand and my butt with her other. She starts gently stroking my balls and ... how do I describe this ... well, she puts one of her fingers up my ass ... "whoa."
I have never felt so powerless. So powerful. Her mouth over my cock, one hand stroking my balls and the other probing my ass meet the challenge of getting me erect as I start, uncontrollably, to move with the movement of her sucking me deeper within her mouth and penetrating deeper up my ass with her finger.
She, pauses, takes her mouth off me, she says, "I want to feel you inside me. Would you like that?"
I don't want her to stop what she is doing but, I have never been inside a woman and I respond with a simple, "Please . . . Elena." My desire to be deep inside of her ... was causing me to pant.
She comes up from my crotch and kisses me. I feel her lips pressing against mine as her hands are caressing me, in perfect timing with my heartbeat. I ask her to stop, not wanting her to stop.
"Elena, please, I want to be inside you, I need to be inside of you." I am begging her, pleading with her to stop before I ejaculate.
I touch her breasts, lean forward and kiss them, then lick her breasts, suck on her nipples; gradually ascending to her neck and lips. I taste her lips, her lipstick , she smells of beer, and I am feeling tasting the sensitive almost indescribable sweetness of her being in the plush fullness of her lips. She is flicking her tongue inside my mouth and I am so hot, my body is aching from my toes to the top of my head and everywhere else in between.
This sharing of Elena, sharing herself with me is beyond what my imagination had dreamed possible. An intimate, sharing moment. I am in a state of reverie that is physically causing me a pain, a pain I want to endure forever and relieve, urgently, in an instant.
I lightly grab hold of her and push her on her back, reach down grab her red panties and pull them off in a fierce urgency. The vision of her lying beneath me nude except for her short-skirt is incredible. I unbuckle the belt of her skirt and swiftly pull it off - my desire overcoming me.
I am urgently stroking her legs, hugging her legs in a tight embrace, pressing my face and my lips against her legs, kissing her knees, kissing her inner thighs. Elena's very being permeates my senses as my eyes see her beautiful powerful black darkness with what I think may be an illusion, a flash of pink. I feel with my hands, my arms, my lips, my body the soft-firmness of her black perspiring skin.
I release her legs and she spreads them apart. I slide in between her legs, feel her wet vagina opening with my pressing tongue. I slip my tongue inside of her, feel her wetness, the soft damp black hair of her pussy on my face, smell her aroma, a smell ever musky sweet.
I hold her legs and thighs push them forcefully apart with my hands. I partially lift her off the bed, my mouth-lips-tongue tasting her sweet saltiness, a taste of her moistness, the smell of her muskiness excites me as I hear her moans, each groan moving me to reach further into the deepest recesses within her within her being with my ardor.
