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Try to hold still
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Try to hold still I lost my virginity at the age of 21 to a random girl I met online. Her profile said she liked sex, so I sent her a dirty message telling her all the naughty things I would do to her. I had nothing to lose and I never expected an actual response, but to my surprise, she was really interested in me. I didn't tell her I was a virgin or I'd blow it. Nobody wants to fuck a virgin, so if they find out -- its over -- virgins tend to get really clingy and nobody wants to deal with that. Somehow, the conversation turned towards blow jobs. She bragged that she was *really* good at them. I was quite well acquainted with my own hand and knew my body well enough, so I was feeling a bit unimpressed. I mean, how much better could a blow job really be compared to my hand and knowing exactly what works and what doesn't work? She asked me if I thought I could handle it. Of course I can. I was a tough Marine! I can handle anything! I even bet her that I could hold perfectly still the whole time -- sure, the blow job would probably feel good, but it's just mind over matter. If I really wanted to, I could command my body to hold perfectly still and it would obey my will. Of course, what does a virgin really know? The bet was on. I drive to her house. It was an hour and a half away. Wow, was this going to be it? Was I really going to lose my virginity tonight? I was getting those excited spikes of adrenaline just thinking about it. This was going to be a great evening. I'm getting turned on just driving there. I finally arrive and knock on the door of a strangers house. She opens the door and I see her for the first time in person. She's got brown hair with small curls and is wearing casual pajama sweat pants and a sweat shirt. She's just a totally normal girl wearing totally normal clothes. Nothing to get super excited about. I give her a hug, she invites me inside, and I'm feeling a bit nervous and shy. How does this normally work with people? Do they just take their clothes off and get straight to business with strangers they've never met? She showed me around the living room a bit. She seemed particularly interested in showing me her tongue stud. "Do you see my tongue ring?" she asked as she showed it to me. "Yeah, looks nice" I replied half heartedly. Maybe she was a bit of a punk or goth and trying to show that off to me? It was just a simple ball on the center of her tongue. Nothing impressive or out of the ordinary. "You like it? I've got more upstairs too!" she said, "Some of them even vibrate." "That's cool..." I said with little interest. Okay, so she has a collection of tongue rings and studs, some vibrate, some glow in the dark, who cares. Everyone has their passions, right? "This is all I need for you today." she said with a sly wink. What the hell did she mean by that? I couldn't understand and chalked it up to preference of attire, so I forgot about it. I was still feeling a bit shy so I suggested we watch a movie on the couch and cuddle for a bit. Maybe I need to warm up to her a bit and get comfortable. I think we watched Ice Age, with the nutty little squirrel. It was a funny movie, we both enjoyed it. Then the movie ended. An hour and a half gone. Crap, now what? Put in another movie! But this time, I wasn't going to spend much time watching it. I started kissing her neck slowly, letting my lips feel their way to her earlobes, giving them soft kisses. Ten minutes passed as we kissed each other, getting a sense for how the other felt. Wow, I like kissing her. She's good! My hands started exploring her body underneath her shirt. Oh god, my hands love boobs. I don't know why, but they are just drawn to breasts like magnets and I need to cup them in my palms. It wasn't long before her shirt came off and I unsnapped her bra (albeit clumsily). She said it wasn't fair that she was half undressed and I wasn't, so she took my shirt off as well. At this point, a couch is not the most ideal place to get horizontal with lots of room, so we move to the carpeted floor. I lay down on my back and bring her down on top of me. She starts kissing my lips gently, and then slowly moves down to kissing my neck. She's good at this! If she did this all night, I'd be happy. She then slowly starts kissing down my chest. Oh god. My cock is starting to hurt because its so hard and straining against my pants. With her right hand, she undoes by belt buckle.. and then the button on my pants.. and then unzips my pants, and slowly pulls everything off. There it is. My rock hard cock standing at full attention, reporting for duty. Never seen by a woman, never touched by a woman. It was all new territory for me. "So, you think you can hold perfectly still during my blow job, huh?" she says with a huff of challenge to her voice. "Of course, no problem." I reply confidently, though inside I'm not as confident as my voice. I mean, my hand feels pretty good and I know I can handle it, right? She starts kissing my hard cock. It feels like thousands of little butterflies landing on the head of my cock, as if it was their favorite flower to land on. It tickles and tingles a bit with every touch, but also feels quite amazing at the same time. Mmm, yeah, I can do this. This won't be a challenge. I won't move a muscle. My confidence is building. Then, she changed the game. In the next moment, I discovered something very important -- That god damned tongue stud is a male sex toy torture device! It is designed specifically to make the minds of men go to mush. Somehow, she wiggles her tongue on the underside of the head of my cock causing the tongue stud to bump and roll across the underside -- and it drives me insane. What at first felt like butterflies dancing on the head of my cock now feels like little drums beating against it instead. The beat began rising in tempo and intensity. I cannot lose this challenge! I must hold still! I tense every muscle in my body and mentally will myself not to move. I'm quickly losing any confidence I may have had in my ability to withstand this...onslaught of irresistible pleasure. And then her lips swallow the head of my cock. No amount of masturbation and playing with yourself is adequate preparation. There is no comparison. One suck. Two sucks. Three sucks, four. I am not going to win. Five sucks, six, seven, eleven. I am dead. She knows *exactly* what she's doing to me. I am flexing my body hard, desperately trying to both hold perfectly still and not cum at the same time. It's near impossible. And then she stops, completely. What the hell? Why did she stop? At least she's giving me a breather here, letting me have a chance at winning. But god damn, I am so close to cumming. And she waits. My cock is throbbing, flexing on its own will. It's got a little mind of its own. Another moment passes, and then the tongue stud starts hitting just the right spot under my head again. Hrrrgh, it is so intensely good. How is this humanly possible?! All she has to do is run it back and forth lightly across my head and that makes it spasm out of control. She keeps going. Fuck, I'm getting close to cumming. And then she completely stops again, firmly gripping the base of my throbbing cock in her hand. It throbs hard in her hands, but after a few moments pass it settles down again. I can barely hang on. Whatever shred of sanity I have left is purely dedicated to holding perfectly still, but I can tell I'm fighting a losing battle. I hate losing and my sheer determination to win pulls me through. She can tell I'm close to breaking. Once again, her mouth swallows my whole cock. One suck. Two sucks. Three sucks, four. I am melting like putty. Five sucks, six sucks, fuck me more. I can't handle this. I'm going to cum hard. And then, she stops and takes my cock out of her mouth. I don't cum, but instead my whole cock throbs and pulses wildly in her grasp. It's then that I realize I don't actually have a chance at winning. I never did. My cock is just a play thing to her, she can torture me all night long with never ending head, and...I can't stop her or I'll lose the bet. She loves giving head and she loves winning bets. Neither of us are willing to lose, but she's got all the power to win anytime she wants -- and the scary realizition is that she knows it. She goes back to sucking my cock. She controls me completely and its a total power move to keep me from cumming. It's too damned good. My body betrays me -- it literally starts shaking involuntarily. I can't stop myself no matter how hard my brain wills it. She looks up at me and laughs. "Looks like I win." she says with a smirk and a glint in her eye. And then she goes back to sucking my cock, over and over again, each moment is focusing all of my being and attention to the magic happening at the head of my cock. And then she makes me explode in her mouth. My cock heaves and pulses in her mouth, giving her every bit of cum I had charged up over the evening. It's all hers, to the very last drop. She opens her mouth and it's all gone. My whole body felt like weak jelly, but oh, so damned satisfied too. I may have lost, but never has losing felt so good. Next, it was her turn. I'm competitive and I'm not about to let her upstage me at giving oral. Fortunately, I had the foresight to study some techniques online beforehand. I lay her down on her back and I soon get my head between her legs. So, this is a pussy. I study it carefully, ever curious. I'd never seen one up so close before. What happens if I lick it here? Oh, that makes her squirm. What about there? She lets out a moan. My hands are wandering freely on her torso before migrating down to help me lick her pussy. I need to find that clit and give it lots of light little licks and all the love it deserves. God, she tastes good! I could do this all day. Just laying here casually, nice and comfortable, doing some nice little licks and sucking around the clit... she obviously likes it a lot. She's moaning and arching her back a bit. I slowly work two of my fingers into her pussy. Gentle. Not too hard, not too fast, I just need to fit them in there and let her relax and get used to the feeling of my fingers inside of her. Meanwhile, I'm licking her clit like a cat drinking a saucer of milk. Delicious. So good. I have to use my other arm to hold her down because she's starting to get squirmy on me. Hold still while I lick your clit, damn it! But she's hanging in there like a champion. Now my own secret weapon comes out. I slowly rotate my fingers inside her pussy until they're facing upwards. Then I start feeling for it. The mythical G-spot. A rough area on the upper inside of the pussy that feels kind of like the roof of your mouth. After a few seconds of searching, I find it easily enough. This woman is dead meat now. She has no chance. It's her turn to get wrecked. While my mouth is making sloppy wet kisses with her clit and sucking on it like a little dick, my fingers start doing a slow upside down walk across her g-spot. Nice and slow at first, get her used to it. I give it a minute or two, and I slowly start increasing the speed and pressure. It's double trouble. No woman can handle this for long. Her legs are squeezing hard against my head and she is arching her back in pure ecstasy. I don't stop. She doesn't hold back. She orgasms hard as hell and then collapses in a panting mess. I'm a bit surprised. How did I just do that? "Wow, you have magic hands." she says with a tired smile. "I'm going to call you Mr. Magic hands from now on." I accept the nickname with pride. I'm already hard again. That was such a turn on! "Should we have sex?" I ask. "Sure. Just don't cum inside me, I'm not on birth control." she says "Okay, I'll be careful." This is it. The moment of truth. No more virginity, no turning back. She lays on her back and I get on top in missionary position. I don't want to lay on her with all my weight, so I'm propping myself up on my arms. They're a bit tired from holding her down, but I make do. The head of my cock is right at her wet pussy lips. Waiting. Hot. Wet. Ready. The moment is pregnant with anticipation. I could turn back now, or I could push a little and slide it right in. I don't have to spend a long time deciding because with no hesitation I slowly slide my cock into her as far as it goes. Oh god, *this* is what pussy feels like? What the hell have I been missing out on?! It feels like a warm, wet, velvety hug all around the most sensitive member of my body. It's a slice of heaven, like tasting a warm, sweet summer peach on the day it is ripe. It's perfection. And then something<b> weird </font></b>happens. About half way into her pussy is this upward sloping ridge. As soon as the head of my cock passes it, the ridge causes my head to pop, as if someone was giving it a perfect blowjob suck. I start sliding in and out, slowly at first, feeling her pussy double popping the head of my cock each time it passes this magical bump. Oh god, it's the best thing I've ever felt. I want to do this forever! Then, thirty seconds of forever ends in a surprisingly intense orgasm. Inside of her. Without birth control. Shit. Fuck. Shit! pull out! quick! So I do, and most of my cum lands on her stomach. We're both a sweaty mess, but with faces full of satisfied "I just got fucked" grins. It's really late, the second movie is rolling credits, I need to go home. But damn, I want to do that again! And luckily, so does she. Fortunately we met one more time afterwards before life took us in very different directions. |
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8/1/2019 10:50 am |
Pretty lengthy read but good read. Thanks for sharing!
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