My First Orgasm 17

Culture. It's a part of our lives from the time we were born. It influences the things we do, say, what we eat, and many other things. Unfortunately, it also influences our sex lives.

Being of Indian descent, sex before marriage is forbidden. If the man believes that his woman is not a virgin, life can become very difficult for her.

My dilemma became very apparent went I took a job in a food factory. I had just finished my first degree and was working the Quality Assurance department when things changed for me.

James was the production supervisor on my shift, and a real hit with the ladies. A well muscled black man, he had the ladies in a frenzy. Every day in the ladies changing room, his name would be the subject of conversation. Some of these conversations were in great detail. I soaked up every bit of information I heard about him.

He was well over six feet tall, with big, broad shoulders. It wasn't hard to understand why the women loved him. I remember going to see the human resource manager and as I approached her door, James came out of her office. When I looked at her, her nipples were showing, her eyes were red and she was glowing. As is customary, James gave me a hug when he saw me outside. Shortly afterwards, the HR Manager postponed our meeting, citing a meeting with the General Manager. I am not sure what James did to her but she looked very tired.

With each passing day, I heard something sexual about James, all of which, made me feel warm and fuzzy. One of the ladies described how she felt when James held her hand. It was the same feeling I got. In essence, the changing room chat was turning me on.

The following week, the Xmas party was announced and there was a buzz about the factory. The company had a good year and decided to treat the staff. The venue was at a rugby club near by, however, it was not easy to get to. While the staff were busy organising a ride for themselves, I asked James if he would take me and he said yes.

For the week running up to the party, the ladies were outlining what they were going to wear and where they were going to get their hair and nails done. However, when one of the ladies wondered what James was going to wear, the conversation took a totally different direction.

"If he is so sexy in street clothes, can you imagine what he's going to look like dressed up?" one of the ladies asked. After that, the conversation turned sexual, with James as the main attraction. A couple of the ladies said that they hope they could sneak away during the party and fuck him. This was greeted with lots of laughter.

On the night of the party, James sent me a text, letting me know he was outside. When I saw him standing by his car, I was shocked. James was wearing a long, black coat, which I found out later it was made of Cashmere.

"You look like Morpheus," I said.

"Take the blue pill and have a good night. Take the red pill and spend the rest of the night with me," he said smiling sweetly.

"Red pill please," I said with a naughty smile on my face.

"Yes ma'am," he said as he opened my door for me.

I don't know what I had agreed to but my body dumped a huge amount of adrenaline into my system and I began to feel warm and fuzzy. My pussy felt very hot and wet as well. At the time I wasn't sure what was happening but it felt great.

When we got to the party and went inside, the ladies went crazy when they saw James. Even the boss's girlfriend looked at him with lust in her eyes. When he took off his jacket, I was suddenly pushed out of the way. He was wearing a dark turtle neck shirt that showed the strength of his body. He complimented it with a lovely gold chain and black trousers. The ladies couldn't contain themselves. He got his butt squeezed, his nipples pinched, and hands were all over his belly. The sexual tension in the air was thick and I was well and truly hooked by it.

Through the night, I fought my predicament. I wanted to have sex but knew I couldn't. It was pissing me off. What made the situation worse was, from time to time, James would pull me onto the dance floor. He turned me on even more with his dancing. His hips moved freely and suggestively. This didn't go unnoticed as the ladies wrapped themselves around him.

As it got nearer to the end, James suggest we leave and we said our goodbyes. James gave me the keys to his car while he peeled the ladies off of him.

When we got to my place, I asked James if he would like to come in. When he accepted, my predicament re-surfaced. I made us some coffee and we sat while we drank them. James set aside his empty cup and pulled me to him. Before I could speak, James was kissing me. I have kissed guys before but this was different. The kisses were soft and almost electric, sending shocks through my body, with each shock terminating in my pussy.

James kissed my neck and began to make his way down my body, nibbling as he went. Coupled to the nibbling, he was dragging his nails on various parts of my body. I was in a state of euphoria. That kind of attention and the feelings it gave me, were new to me and I was going crazy.

When he began to nibble my breasts and nipples, I started to pray in my native tongue, asking for forgiveness. I was going to have sex with James. James stopped what he was doing and waited until I was finished, as if he understood what I was doing. I looked at him when I was finished and his next move shocked me.

"I understand that you can't have sex with me for cultural reasons, but I'm going to show you something," he said with a smile.

Not knowing what to expect, I relaxed as I trusted him. I was lost in the sensory overload from what he was doing to my body. His next move, however, snapped me back to reality. James pulled my panty aside and kissed my pussy.

" OH MY GOD!!" I shouted as my body reacted immediately. When he began to lick my clitoris, I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and gasped for air. A strange sensation began to develop deep in my pussy, and the more James licked, the stronger it got. It kept building and building until it got to a point where all of that energy released all at once. I screamed as my body began to shake. I didn't know what was happening but it felt great. I was gripping the head between my legs as hard as I could while my body shook. When he stopped licking my pussy, I calmed down enough to ask him what happened to me.

"You just had your first orgasm," he said as he stroked my thighs.

I heard the ladies talking about it but I never understood. That night I understood clearly.

I lost all track of time as James licked and played with my pussy. At one point, he was playing with my nipples and licking my clitoris at the same time. That orgasm was so powerful that I was bouncing around the bed. After that one, I was so tired that I asked James to stop.

"That felt so good. I wish I could continue but I am so tired," I said with pleading eyes.

"That was oral sex. It is very sensual and as you have felt, is amazing. Make sure your husband to be does this to you," he said.

I pulled him to me and gave him a loving kiss before I spoke.

"I asked my god for forgiveness. I was prepared to have sex with you tonight. Thank you for understanding," I said.

James said he knew my culture well and he would never have done it because he knew what would happen to me.

Fast forward ten years and I have two children from a loving husband. Our sex life is great. One day, I asked him if he had ever done oral sex. He told me he tried it once but he doesn't know if he was good or not. I asked him if he would like to do it to me. When he said he would like to try it, I immediately remembered all the things James did to me. I guided my husband into giving me a very nice orgasm. He was thrilled that he made me have an orgasm, as it confirmed that he was good at it. I closed my eyes and thought "thank you James."