His First Time, Part 2
By Rachel
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As I drove away from our friend Patty's house that morning, I saw Paul in my
rearview mirror and shuddered a bit, thinking of what lay ahead for both of us
that evening.  I could hardly wait, exhausted as I was, and wondered how I would
be able to make up for the sleep I lost during the previous evening.  Fully
expecting to lie awake in anticipation of taking this gorgeous young man's
virginity  later that same day, I poured myself a stiff greyhound almost as soon
as I arrived home at my condo.  Certainly I was grateful for a lot of things
that morning, and at that moment I was very pleased that I was such a good
housekeeper.  All I needed concern myself with that afternoon was making myself
beautiful for Paul, and that evening, with giving him the greatest sexual
pleasure it was in my power to give.  I wanted him to remember this evening for
the rest of his life.

I carried the drink with me into the bathroom, and stripped off my clothes
before climbing into the shower to wash my hair and clean off the makeup which I
still wore from the night before.  Looking at myself critically in the mirror, I
could find little fault with the gifts nature had given me, but still, I hoped
that I would please him.  My red hair, falling in deep waves to my waist,
accentuated the whiteness of my skin and wrapped around my tiny waist in a quite
seductive fashion.  Endless legs and large breasts, definitely an hourglass
shape.  Vanity and sheer laziness had led me to have my lipstick permanently
applied months before, so my lips were always a full, pouty red.  Even now,
after having given Paul his first blowjob, they still looked quite inviting.

After my shower I carelessly combed out my hair and left it to dry.   It would
be curlier than usual, but I had plenty  of time to tame it before Paul came
over that evening.  I could not resist touching the tangle of red curls between
my  legs … wet again, I brought myself to orgasm with a subdued scream right
there before the mirror.  My green eyes appeared huge in my face; with a wicked
smile I went upstairs to try and get some sleep.  A little devil caused me to
drag out a long, silky black nightgown from its place of neglect in a drawer.  I
had plenty of sexy lingerie, but rarely wore it when I was home alone.  I wanted
to dream of Paul's thick cock inside of me before the dream became a reality, so
I pulled the gown over my head and settled down to sleep.  My last thought as I
fell into an exhausted sleep was that I would call Paul as soon as I awoke, and
I set the alarm for 5pm that afternoon, just in case.

The doorbell dragged me out of my slumber.  Groaning, I looked at the clock, and
was surprised to see that I had actually slept until 3pm.  My bedroom, on an
upper floor, overlooked the patio below, and I could usually see who was at the
front door from that vantage point.  And so, I opened the shutter a bit,
expecting it to be someone I had no desire to see .. but to my shock and delight
I saw Paul standing below.  He looked less the self-assured man I had left that
morning, and more the shy boy I had known for the past few years.  I smiled and
called down to him, "Hey, gorgeous!"  He looked up at my window, and smiled.
"I'll be right there," I said, and raced downstairs.  I did not give a thought
to my appearance, but upon opening the door was glad that I had not.  Paul took
it all in with one, burning glance; the tangled hair, ruby lips, and skin
flushed from sleep, as well as the black nightgown which did its best to cover
as little as possible from his view while still being long and slinky.

"So much for my being patient," Paul muttered, and took one firm step into my
condo.  He closed the door behind him, and said, "I couldn't wait for you to
call, I hope that it is all right …"  I interrupted him, and kissed him full on
the lips.  Immediately I felt his arms come around me, and as he pulled my
against his lean body I felt clearly the proof of his arousal.  He leaned into
me, and pulled his face back from me, to look into my eyes and take in the look
of delight that was evident on my face.  "I'm glad I had no patience; I have
half a mind to take you right here where we stand.  Fuck waiting … it has been
two years already."  To which I replied with another kiss … and was shocked
myself to feel his long, strong hands tearing at my nightgown, pulling it off my
shoulders with little gentleness and a great deal of eagerness.  I did not mind
in the least, but was pleased to know that I would not be completely in control
of this seduction.

Paul knew, since he was also a  friend of mine, that I had looked in vain for a
man to control me, a man to be stronger than I am, and to take initiative in a
relationship.  I knew he was not thinking of these things just then, but I was.
I was unbelievably aroused, both from it being Paul whose thick cock would soon
be buried inside of me, and also because Paul was the strong one at this moment.
I wanted him to master my body, fuck the daylights out of me … and  I was about
to get my wish.

He stripped my gown from me, and put a hand between our bodies, to touch me
between my legs.  He found my clit almost immediately, and I felt my body
tremble with delight.  He released me almost as suddenly, and said, "Walk
upstairs, and lay down on your bed.  I want to watch you walk in front of me,
naked."  As I was about to protest and pick up my nightgown, he put his booted
foot right on top of it and said, "Do it."  I thought I was going to come from
the words that he said and from the way that he said them.

Of course I obeyed … my greatest fantasy was standing at the foot of the stairs,
looking at me.  He told me, "When you get into your bedroom, lay down on the bed
and spread your legs for me.  I will be there in a moment."  I obeyed again,
bewildered and excited.  A few minutes later I heard him coming up the stairs;
as he stood in the doorway I could see he had already divested himself of his
boots, chain wallet, belt.  He was unfastening his trousers as he walked in the
door, gazing at the naked woman lying before him with her legs spread, nipples
painfully erect.  He took off his clothes with speed, but it seemed to me to be
taking entirely too long.  I could barely breathe when his fully erect cock was
finally visible to me .. he was so much larger than I had remembered from a few
short hours ago.

He crawled up the bed towards me, between my legs.  He did not touch me, just
knelt between my legs with his cock jutting out an impossible distance.  I did
not dare move, and fully expected to be impaled at any moment.  Instead he
looked at me with a fever in his blue eyes, and said, " I want you to make
yourself come.  Later, you will teach me how to suck on your clit, and how to
touch you until I make you scream my name.  But now, I want to watch you touch
yourself, I want you to put your fingers on those beautiful tits of yours  and
play with your nipples."  I obliged, finding it difficult to breathe.  "No," he
said, " I want you to twist them, pull them.  Imagine me biting them until you
scream and beg me to stop."  I did so, and felt myself becoming wetter with
every tug and twist.  "Now, one hand between your legs.  Play with your pussy
for me."

I groaned as I felt how wet I was.  My body ached for him to touch me, but I
knew that it would be worth waiting for.  So I touched my clit, and writhed a
bit on the bed, trying to make my orgasm wait a bit … I so wanted to give him
pleasure.  "Touch your cock for me," I begged.  Instead he grabbed my hand, and
brought my fingers to his mouth.  He sucked my juices from my fingers and a
pleased expression came over his face.  He released my hand, and I began to
touch myself again.  His hand, in turn, started to stroke his cock; and as soon
as I saw those strong, lithe hands begin to work their magic on that virgin
cock, I exploded.  I screamed a tiny, strangled scream, and pulled ferociously
on my nipple as I came.  He groaned, and almost fell down on top of me.
"Guide," was all he said, as he put my fingers on his thick cock.  I drew my
hand down that endless length, and curled my fingers around the swollen tip.  I
tilted my hips up to meet his first thrust - ever - and wondered if he was going
to be able to fit his entire length inside of me.  He had to be ten inches, at
least, and thick.  I knew I should be a responsible, older woman, and make him
wear a condom, but there was no danger of pregnancy and his virginity insured
that he had no diseases to fear.  Besides, I was almost beside myself, thinking
of that delicious come, which I had swallowed only this morning, being smeared
all over my pussy, buried deeply inside of me, hot all over my clit.

He obviously had no idea of how huge he was, comparatively, because upon finding
the tip of his cock firmly inside of my tight, dripping pussy, he drove it into
me for all he was worth.  He must have thought I was moaning in pleasure, which
I was, but it was also a groan of pain.  He had stretched me to the breaking
point, and each with each thrust he bottomed out.  I wondered what it felt like
to him, slamming up inside my very core, with my tight sheath strangling his
cock with each thrust.  His thrusts were strong, and was caught up in the
ecstasy that I was experiencing in fucking Paul.  He kissed me with a kind of
violence, and transferred his attention to a pouting nipple.  As he sucked and
bit my swollen nipple, I felt the unbelievable start to happen.  I had never
come before with a man inside of me, but I felt my body begin its telltale
shudder, and I whispered as I tossed my head back and forth on the pillow, "Oh,
God, Paul, I'm coming!  I can't believe I'm coming!"  My pussy clenched around
his cock, rhythmically contracting around him.   How he was able to move, I will
never know, but he continued to thrust  interrupting his exploration of my
breast to kiss me soundly, and then I knew he was about to come himself.

He pushed himself up onto his hands, bent his knees, and began to thrust even
more violently.  I could not resist the lure of his nipple rings, and I reached
up to suck on one and play with the other nipple with my hand.  I managed,
somehow, to curl my index and thumb around his surging cock as he thrust into
me.  He opened his eyes, and looked down at me, sucking his nipple.  The fire in
his eyes took my breath away.  Then he threw his head back and moaned, "Oh,
Jesus, oh my God, Rachel, yes!  Yes!"  His cock shuddered inside of me, and I
felt his balls clench against my buttocks as he shot his cum inside of me.  I
was elated; I felt that I could taste him inside of me.  He continued to buck up
against me for  long moments; then one hand came up to grab at my long hair,
dragging my mouth away from his over-sensitized nipple and up to his grateful
mouth.

"There is nothing I can say," he breathed against my lips.  "But I am the
luckiest man in the world, and there is nothing I would not do for you."  He ran
out of breath and collapsed on top of me, to smile up at me from one full
breast.  "I don't care how much older than I you are, I don't care what other
people say.  You are mine to fuck and to love for as long as you will have me."
He smiled at his melodramatic tone.  "In a minute, I am going to move.  But
right now I am going to just enjoy looking at your beautiful face, and holding
your luscious body."  The blue of his eyes seemed to deepen.  "In a minute, I am
going to lick your pussy clean.  I am going to taste the two of us together, and
then I am going to fuck you again.  After that, how about dinner?"  He smiled at
the almost idiotic nature of his last comment, but I understood.  My
nineteen-year-old lover, and my thirty-year-old self.  I may have taken his
virginity, but he had taken me, heart and soul; and tonight he was going to take
me out and make certain that everyone knew it.  I think that if I had not
already fallen in love with him, that moment would have been a deciding one.
And the moment after that, when he withdrew his thick member from my body and
repositioned himself between my legs to taste my pussy juices and his cum
together, was the moment when I gave myself over to fate, and to his desires,
exclusively.  It did not matter if he was mine, but I was forever his.