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Happy as I was to fuck for the first time, it was awkward and messy and I knew the girl from college orientation maybe an hour before she was spread eagle on my dorm-room floor. She just laid there and, from later experience, was a good 3-4 fingers wide. We never spoke again afterward, which was just as well.
This is a true story.
***
I always loved curvy older women from the onset of puberty and it was why a couple of friends' moms and wives of my parents' friends used to fuel a lot of fantasies. One older woman I met on my own, Nicole, looked great in a black bathing suit and talked a good game, but battled some issues and basically became the reason my balls were often blue.
That is, until I met her friend one day when I stopped over.
Patricia had this exotic look about her in her floral sundress: She was 42, about 5-7, curves everywhere, a huge set of slightly saggy tits, dark olive skin, and best of all, placed a really soft kiss on my lips upon a quick initial introduction. As an inexperienced 19-year-old just starting to grow into my body, I was surprised I didn't poke her with my cock. Just as I started to move closer, Nicole came out of the house and said they needed to run. Patricia gave me another soft peck and a warm smile before getting into the car. And me being an awkward teen, I realized I never asked for her number until they drove away.
Fast forward two years later, just as I was graduating college, and Nicole finally gave me Patricia's number. Turns out, Patricia remembered me fondly and wanted to know me better.
So we met on Super Bowl Sunday at Nicole's house. When I got there, Patricia was alone on the couch, a bit stoned and making it perfectly plain she was into whatever would happen. I drove her home and we barely got inside her apartment when we were all over each other. I still vividly remember her velvet camisole and being annoyed that she wore this white shawl of sorts that showed skin, but felt like sticking my hands in a web.
Throughout college, I kissed a couple of girls but one stopped things saying she needed to be alone; six months later she came out. The other I backed away from after a couple of head games.
But Patricia? Wow. Still the best kisser I have experienced to this day. However, my inexperience was making me doubt which moves to make and when. So as I laid her down on the couch, I rubbed my cock against her pussy (which was hot enough to cook a meal) while caressing her 38DD tits (she told me and I confirmed by checking her massive black satin bra) and my tongue still wrestling with hers.
Her legs wrapped around me as I started reaching for the zipper on her camisole. I couldn't believe I was on my way to having a full-on pleasant sexual experience and, right then, she sat up a bit and started stroking my cock. A smile came across her face as she pulled back slightly.
"This feels really nice and thick!" she said. She guessed 7 inches long by 5 around and was spot on. I wanted both sets of her lips to experience my cock right then and there.
We kept kissing as she stroked me, which in turn led my right hand to caress her sweet spot. Then she stopped.
"I want to see you again. So we can't fuck tonight," she said, giving me one of those soft kisses that got me here in the first place.
Not sure how, but I think the look on my face visualized blue balls better than I could have said it.
"We can still play around," she offered, which was better than going home and cumming all over my belly. She did let me lick some of her pussy juices off her nipples, but we stopped at about 4 a.m. as the sun came up and I thought I would need a doctor.
"Come over Thursday for dinner. I'll make this up to you," Patricia said with a smile and a gentle tug on my cock before licking my lips. How I didn't explode from her touch and how I was able to walk are still mysteries to me.
***
Thankfully, Thursday came quickly. After blowing my load all over my bathroom twice in short order when I got home from Patricia's, I saved myself for Thursday. Somehow. My balls were going to be purple if she planned to make me wait.
As soon as I arrived she was wearing a sweater dress and thigh-high boots. We were having Chinese and it was on the table when I got there, so I got a lingering peck and a quick but firm hug. As we ate, we talked about music, current interests and that she liked my foot running up her leg.
"Should I put this in the fridge for later," she asked slyly. I nodded and smiled.
"Go sit on the couch, I'll be right there," she said. Within five minutes, it was Super Bowl Sunday night all over again except that it was easier to start removing clothing. Just as I started, she put a finger up to my lips.
"Hold that thought baby," she purred. I was the most turned on I had ever been, but found another level when she returned in an oversized sweater ... and nothing else!
"Wow!" I exclaimed before grabbing her and kissing her. My hands wandered, from her broad and strong shoulders to the small of her back. When I reached her thick, luscious ass I noticed there was no underwear. I pulled back in a bit of pleasant disbelief.
"So, you like this?" she smiled.
"What do you think?" I replied while running my hands under her sweater and gently twisting her nipples. She cooed and purred for a minute or two before I realized I'm still fully dressed. So I licked her lips before going into the bathroom and removed my jeans, boxers, socks and the t-shirt under my flannel. I'd been waiting for this moment for days -- well, years really -- and figured why make this more difficult?
As I walked out, she eye-fucked me and bit her bottom lip. She saw the bulge making my flannel protrude and asked me to sit down. The second I did, she dropped to her knees and ...
Patricia didn't try to deep throat and stroke so much as she used her velvety tongue with the perfect amount of force in the right areas, making sure to apply a bit more pressure under my head. She gently massaged my balls with her right hand while only using her mouth to make my cock feel like it was going to escape its skin.
"Patri, this is fucking amazing!" I exclaimed, also calling her a goddess.
She could only smile so much with my cock between her cheek and teeth in that moment. I just laid back and tried not to cum immediately. But I could only resist so much. To this day, I remember the sensation so vividly: My body shook as everything built up came rushing out.
I just laid back and tried to experience all of Patricia's magical oral skills. But I felt like I had some sort of fever as I shook and couldn't quite think. I just knew this was easily the best feeling of my life.
Moments later, I felt her cum-covered hand gently stroke my right knee. When I finally came down from my the high of my first blow job, I looked at her and felt both immensely proud and almost apologetic: There were a few silver-dollar sized globs of cum in her thick black hair and the left side of her face was coated; she looked like a sexy Phantom of the Opera.
She swirled some of it onto a finger and placed it in her mouth. I finally regained some strength and reached up and kissed her.
"It's your turn now," I said, stroking her cheek.
She excused herself to clean up. I heard her chuckling from the bathroom. When she came out, I heard her say no one ever came that much with her. Then she looked around the living room and wondered where I went.
"I told you it was your turn," I spoke just above a whisper as I summoned her to the bedroom separated from her living room only by an Oriental-style curtain.
From there, I pleasured her from gentle kisses on her shoulders to exploring every inch of her exceptional mammaries to licking the length of her appendectomy scar before caressing her inner thighs, coating them with small kisses, and diving into her gorgeous, engorged and unshaved pussy for the first time. She provided a number of pointers that served me well moving forward, mainly to spend time on her clit. I stuck a finger or two inside of her and felt her start to gush. While this was happening, I started to apply my unwrapped condom to my once-again throbbing cock.
"I want you inside of me baby," Patricia said in a husky voice. Right on cue! I moved up her body and kissed her lips while rubbing the tip of my cock along her clit. Just as she started to moan, I slipped inside of her. We both moaned and started kissing again while my right arm held up her left leg and my left hand caressed her right tit.
We got into a rapid, slippery rhythm before she demanded that I take her from behind. The smell of her pussy -- clean, with just a hint of musk. I gave it another lick from behind -- God was her pussy incredible!!! -- before getting on one knee and sliding back inside of her. She just got louder ... and louder ... and louder.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes!" she repeated as she came for the first time. I felt a warm wave of her cum crash over my condom and down my balls.
Then I crouched a bit and leaned over her, cupping both of her beautiful tits as I kept pounding into her. I was trying to pace myself, but I felt close and started to really go for it.
"Holy fuck!" Patricia yelled as I picked up the pace. Soon neither one of us could hold on.
"I'm going to cum again! Fuck you feel good!" she said as her voice grew hoarse.
I held out until after she came. Then I finally just let go. My cum wasn't going to coat her insides, but it was barely contained within the confines of a condom. I still kept going for a bit and stayed inside her until I finally went soft.
"Thank you!" I said, gently kissing her in a slower, more intimate way than before.
"For what?" she smiled, stroking my arms.
"For this. I couldn't have fantasized about it being this good."
"Well, keep coming around ... it will get even better."
And it did over the next month. Nicole, as it turned out, trying to divide us by trying to seduce me and telling Patricia she should have been ashamed of being my first time. We both blocked her out of our lives as we fucked on couches, in showers, with her bent over a counter, even on her living room floor until she met someone else and I started dating around. I didn't expect it to become a relationship and was only disappointed that our sex life was ending.
However, after seeing her at my doctor's office -- she was hired as a receptionist, much to my surprise, and came into my exam room to say hello before inviting me over that night -- we started fucking again on and off for another year before I met a woman I dated for a few years. She would still mention that first blow job she gave me as a means to seduce me, but since I am not a cheater we never ended up enjoying each other again before she moved away.
No matter. After a terrible first experience, I will always be thankful Patricia was my real first time.
This is a true story.
***
I always loved curvy older women from the onset of puberty and it was why a couple of friends' moms and wives of my parents' friends used to fuel a lot of fantasies. One older woman I met on my own, Nicole, looked great in a black bathing suit and talked a good game, but battled some issues and basically became the reason my balls were often blue.
That is, until I met her friend one day when I stopped over.
Patricia had this exotic look about her in her floral sundress: She was 42, about 5-7, curves everywhere, a huge set of slightly saggy tits, dark olive skin, and best of all, placed a really soft kiss on my lips upon a quick initial introduction. As an inexperienced 19-year-old just starting to grow into my body, I was surprised I didn't poke her with my cock. Just as I started to move closer, Nicole came out of the house and said they needed to run. Patricia gave me another soft peck and a warm smile before getting into the car. And me being an awkward teen, I realized I never asked for her number until they drove away.
Fast forward two years later, just as I was graduating college, and Nicole finally gave me Patricia's number. Turns out, Patricia remembered me fondly and wanted to know me better.
So we met on Super Bowl Sunday at Nicole's house. When I got there, Patricia was alone on the couch, a bit stoned and making it perfectly plain she was into whatever would happen. I drove her home and we barely got inside her apartment when we were all over each other. I still vividly remember her velvet camisole and being annoyed that she wore this white shawl of sorts that showed skin, but felt like sticking my hands in a web.
Throughout college, I kissed a couple of girls but one stopped things saying she needed to be alone; six months later she came out. The other I backed away from after a couple of head games.
But Patricia? Wow. Still the best kisser I have experienced to this day. However, my inexperience was making me doubt which moves to make and when. So as I laid her down on the couch, I rubbed my cock against her pussy (which was hot enough to cook a meal) while caressing her 38DD tits (she told me and I confirmed by checking her massive black satin bra) and my tongue still wrestling with hers.
Her legs wrapped around me as I started reaching for the zipper on her camisole. I couldn't believe I was on my way to having a full-on pleasant sexual experience and, right then, she sat up a bit and started stroking my cock. A smile came across her face as she pulled back slightly.
"This feels really nice and thick!" she said. She guessed 7 inches long by 5 around and was spot on. I wanted both sets of her lips to experience my cock right then and there.
We kept kissing as she stroked me, which in turn led my right hand to caress her sweet spot. Then she stopped.
"I want to see you again. So we can't fuck tonight," she said, giving me one of those soft kisses that got me here in the first place.
Not sure how, but I think the look on my face visualized blue balls better than I could have said it.
"We can still play around," she offered, which was better than going home and cumming all over my belly. She did let me lick some of her pussy juices off her nipples, but we stopped at about 4 a.m. as the sun came up and I thought I would need a doctor.
"Come over Thursday for dinner. I'll make this up to you," Patricia said with a smile and a gentle tug on my cock before licking my lips. How I didn't explode from her touch and how I was able to walk are still mysteries to me.
***
Thankfully, Thursday came quickly. After blowing my load all over my bathroom twice in short order when I got home from Patricia's, I saved myself for Thursday. Somehow. My balls were going to be purple if she planned to make me wait.
As soon as I arrived she was wearing a sweater dress and thigh-high boots. We were having Chinese and it was on the table when I got there, so I got a lingering peck and a quick but firm hug. As we ate, we talked about music, current interests and that she liked my foot running up her leg.
"Should I put this in the fridge for later," she asked slyly. I nodded and smiled.
"Go sit on the couch, I'll be right there," she said. Within five minutes, it was Super Bowl Sunday night all over again except that it was easier to start removing clothing. Just as I started, she put a finger up to my lips.
"Hold that thought baby," she purred. I was the most turned on I had ever been, but found another level when she returned in an oversized sweater ... and nothing else!
"Wow!" I exclaimed before grabbing her and kissing her. My hands wandered, from her broad and strong shoulders to the small of her back. When I reached her thick, luscious ass I noticed there was no underwear. I pulled back in a bit of pleasant disbelief.
"So, you like this?" she smiled.
"What do you think?" I replied while running my hands under her sweater and gently twisting her nipples. She cooed and purred for a minute or two before I realized I'm still fully dressed. So I licked her lips before going into the bathroom and removed my jeans, boxers, socks and the t-shirt under my flannel. I'd been waiting for this moment for days -- well, years really -- and figured why make this more difficult?
As I walked out, she eye-fucked me and bit her bottom lip. She saw the bulge making my flannel protrude and asked me to sit down. The second I did, she dropped to her knees and ...
Patricia didn't try to deep throat and stroke so much as she used her velvety tongue with the perfect amount of force in the right areas, making sure to apply a bit more pressure under my head. She gently massaged my balls with her right hand while only using her mouth to make my cock feel like it was going to escape its skin.
"Patri, this is fucking amazing!" I exclaimed, also calling her a goddess.
She could only smile so much with my cock between her cheek and teeth in that moment. I just laid back and tried not to cum immediately. But I could only resist so much. To this day, I remember the sensation so vividly: My body shook as everything built up came rushing out.
I just laid back and tried to experience all of Patricia's magical oral skills. But I felt like I had some sort of fever as I shook and couldn't quite think. I just knew this was easily the best feeling of my life.
Moments later, I felt her cum-covered hand gently stroke my right knee. When I finally came down from my the high of my first blow job, I looked at her and felt both immensely proud and almost apologetic: There were a few silver-dollar sized globs of cum in her thick black hair and the left side of her face was coated; she looked like a sexy Phantom of the Opera.
She swirled some of it onto a finger and placed it in her mouth. I finally regained some strength and reached up and kissed her.
"It's your turn now," I said, stroking her cheek.
She excused herself to clean up. I heard her chuckling from the bathroom. When she came out, I heard her say no one ever came that much with her. Then she looked around the living room and wondered where I went.
"I told you it was your turn," I spoke just above a whisper as I summoned her to the bedroom separated from her living room only by an Oriental-style curtain.
From there, I pleasured her from gentle kisses on her shoulders to exploring every inch of her exceptional mammaries to licking the length of her appendectomy scar before caressing her inner thighs, coating them with small kisses, and diving into her gorgeous, engorged and unshaved pussy for the first time. She provided a number of pointers that served me well moving forward, mainly to spend time on her clit. I stuck a finger or two inside of her and felt her start to gush. While this was happening, I started to apply my unwrapped condom to my once-again throbbing cock.
"I want you inside of me baby," Patricia said in a husky voice. Right on cue! I moved up her body and kissed her lips while rubbing the tip of my cock along her clit. Just as she started to moan, I slipped inside of her. We both moaned and started kissing again while my right arm held up her left leg and my left hand caressed her right tit.
We got into a rapid, slippery rhythm before she demanded that I take her from behind. The smell of her pussy -- clean, with just a hint of musk. I gave it another lick from behind -- God was her pussy incredible!!! -- before getting on one knee and sliding back inside of her. She just got louder ... and louder ... and louder.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes!" she repeated as she came for the first time. I felt a warm wave of her cum crash over my condom and down my balls.
Then I crouched a bit and leaned over her, cupping both of her beautiful tits as I kept pounding into her. I was trying to pace myself, but I felt close and started to really go for it.
"Holy fuck!" Patricia yelled as I picked up the pace. Soon neither one of us could hold on.
"I'm going to cum again! Fuck you feel good!" she said as her voice grew hoarse.
I held out until after she came. Then I finally just let go. My cum wasn't going to coat her insides, but it was barely contained within the confines of a condom. I still kept going for a bit and stayed inside her until I finally went soft.
"Thank you!" I said, gently kissing her in a slower, more intimate way than before.
"For what?" she smiled, stroking my arms.
"For this. I couldn't have fantasized about it being this good."
"Well, keep coming around ... it will get even better."
And it did over the next month. Nicole, as it turned out, trying to divide us by trying to seduce me and telling Patricia she should have been ashamed of being my first time. We both blocked her out of our lives as we fucked on couches, in showers, with her bent over a counter, even on her living room floor until she met someone else and I started dating around. I didn't expect it to become a relationship and was only disappointed that our sex life was ending.
However, after seeing her at my doctor's office -- she was hired as a receptionist, much to my surprise, and came into my exam room to say hello before inviting me over that night -- we started fucking again on and off for another year before I met a woman I dated for a few years. She would still mention that first blow job she gave me as a means to seduce me, but since I am not a cheater we never ended up enjoying each other again before she moved away.
No matter. After a terrible first experience, I will always be thankful Patricia was my real first time.
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