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Erica's Second Time
By Erica Wright
In May of 1994 an online friend asked me to write about my first time. He
enjoyed it so much he asked about the "other" times. I wrote this story
for him.A few years later I posted it on Fictionmania and there were
formatting problems related to the way I sent the file. I always wanted
to clean it up, here it is. It is a little rough compared to my fictional
stories because this was real. Sometimes in the real world conversations
are stilted and transitions are awkward, in other words, real, not
fiction.
My friend and I continued to 'play doctor' as often as we could.
There were two things that were different.
The first thing that was different was that I always wore at least a pair
of panties and a bra. Depending on what was in the laundry basket,
sometimes I'd wear fancy lingerie, maybe a lace teddy or a ribbed corset
with garters. Other times a pink satin pajama set or even a dress and
stockings. In other words I was always the girl.
The second thing was that every single time my friend slid his hot cock
between my cheeks I wanted him inside me. Not just teasing, not just dry
humping me, but really FUCKING me. There were a few times when I really
got into it and groaned and begged him to fuck me. I think he was either
not hearing me or didn't want to take that monumental step.
I was exploring my body every time I was home alone. I especially loved
the hot steamy shower, everything wet and slippery. That was where I
first slid a finger inside myself! Once I knew what a finger felt like up
inside, I started using any long, smooth objects to tease my virgin hole.
It felt good, but was also so uncomfortable. I wanted it so badly so I
played anyway and then dealt with being sore after.
The thought of lubrication never entered my mind. Finally it came to me,
Vaseline! The next morning I tried it in the shower. Just a dab of
Vaseline was all I needed. I thought I'd found a button to sex-nirvana.
The spot was deep inside me and every time I rubbed it I ejaculated
almost immediately.
The only thing left was to get my friend to do it, to slide his cock in
me.
A few days later he called and asked me if I wanted to come over and play
pool and of course I stammered "yes". I grabbed the small metal tube of
Vaseline from the bathroom and quietly slid it into my pants pocket.
In his basement a few minutes later, I asked him, to get dressed by
myself. I told him I had a really great surprise. He was a little puzzled
but he left it at that. In the laundry room alone I quickly stripped. I
found the tan spandex all-in-one girdle I had worn before. I loved how
tight it was, and how it shaped my body. Before pulling up the girdle I
squirted out a dab of the greasy slippery stuff and worked some inside. I
tucked my cock away nervously and pulled the straps over my shoulders.
Now I was looking for a visual surprise also. I quickly found it. On the
shelf next to his mother?s sewing boxes I saw a huge bag of cotton
fiberfill. As I stuffed the cups of my bra I wondered why I hadn?t
thought of it before. I adjusted the shoulder straps and he asked
impatiently, "What's taking so long, this better be a good surprise..."
I ran my hands over my breasts and curvy hips and backside. If he only
knew!
Finally I called him in. I posed against the washing machine. He whistled
lowly as he took in my 'breasts' with awe. "Umm... a... very... nice
tits..." he mumbled.
I moved towards him and I felt the dampness between my cheeks. Thinking
of what I was planning to do, I begin to flush. "Let's start," I said
pulling him toward what had become the 'examination' area.
I was so nervous and excited I helped him with his belt and clothes. As
my hands raced over his belt, his pants button and his zipper I caught a
few awkward glances. Despite the glances I still thought he was getting
caught up in the excitement also. In a minute I was in position. I looked
over my shoulder, his penis was sticking straight out. I shuddered
thinking that if everything went right, he would be inside me in a few
minutes. I turned away just as his hands came around my waist and up to
my breasts, he squeezed them and I sighed deeply. As he moved I felt his
hard shaft brushing against me. I wanted him more than anything. His left
hand fell to my hip and then moved lower, he started stroking my crotch,
while with his right hand he squeezed my breast through the bra. His
fingers were low, almost below my balls and he was rubbing them and
running a finger between the cleft caused by the girdle.
He whispered in my ear as he reached lower. "Lets see how hot your pussy
is..." In an instant he had undone the clips between my legs with one
hand. His fingers massaged me between my balls and puckered asshole. All
the while he kept absentmindedly squeezing my breast. I reached behind
and tucked the flap of the girdle up. His dick was inches away from me. I
moaned from deep inside as the head of his cock moved between my legs. I
moved my hips from side to side "No honey... here... fu... fu. Fuck me...
puh... puh please?" I remember stammering as I placed the tip of his cock
at the bud of my tight entrance. "Puh... please be my first...BOYfriend"
There! I'd spit it out!
He hesitated then got all confident and cocky. "Sure honey... you want to
be my little girl friend?" I whispered, "yes" and he moved forward. There
was pain, not a lot, but the heat, the sensation of stretching, the
friction... I've never read an adequate description of it! So I won't
try. It was everything AND nothing I thought it would be. (I think the
reason I constantly upgrade the size of the rubber dicks I fuck myself
with is to recapture that exquisite stretching feeling of the first
time...)
The feeling of his hands on my hips, then shoulders, then tits, it was
unbearable. With his first thrusts he made me his. Every squeeze, push or
pull just cemented the fact that I was his to do what he wanted with.
(I'm not sure if I cried with joy during those initial thrusts or after,
but I remember tear streaks when we were finished...) I held myself up
with one hand, while the other rubbed my imaginary clit. I held my cock
down with the flap of the girdle and rubbed.
I rocked back and forth against his thrusts feeling his hips slam into my
upturned cheeks. His hairy balls brushing against the sensitive head of
my tucked cock. Too soon he started groaning and moaning some gibberish
about me being his little girlfriend. I just knew through the haze of
ecstasy that he was getting ready to cum. I stroked faster, trying to
catch up, but knew it was already useless. (I tried not to touch my cock.
I enjoyed the fantasy of having an orgasm without touching it. Usually
the soft fabric of the panties I was wearing was enough. Of course I
could, but I never grabbed myself and stroked. I wanted to be a girl, and
stroking ?my? cock was definitely NOT ladylike!)
I rolled my hips and pushed back thinking that would feel good. It must
have because before I knew it, he was slumped on top of me holding me so
forcefully that I had fingertip shaped bruises on my hips the next day!
Completely still, he jack-hammered my ass, his cock repeatedly slamming
into my asshole. His thrusts were so forceful he was actually driving the
air from me. Pressing me against the hard top of the workbench with each
hard stroke I could barely breath.
I felt him hesitate, then pound me one last time. His cock was in me to
the hilt and spurting. I could almost feel his hot sperm soothing my raw
insides! The warmth seemed to spread over me as he continued to pump me
full. He was gasping for air, and I actually felt sweat drops drip onto
my back. Way too soon he pulled away... I felt so empty...and so fucking
aroused! I'd never been hotter. I would?ve fucked a broomstick if there
had been one around. He leaned to the side, against the cool cement wall
and groaned.
Almost immediately I felt his hot sperm start to dribble from me. I could
feel my rigid cock straining against the tight material that I held in
place. All the times he'd cum without me swam over me. I had given myself
to him completely I thought. I had begged him to use me in the most
intimate, private way possible. I had let him sodomize me. I?d let him
stuff his penis in my ass and had begged him to cum! I had his sperm deep
inside me, I could feel it inside me. It was proof I was a fag, a queer,
a homo. All the terrible words swam before my eyes. I?d given him
everything I had to give and all he'd done was fuck me until HE came!
He backed out of the room. Once again I stood there too stunned to speak.
Suddenly I was in fifth grade health again. I pictured millions of his
sperm squiggling inside me, working their way up and up, deeper and
deeper. A wave of nausea crashed over me and I heaved forward sure I
would throw up. With the fast movement, I heard the loud, un-ladylike
gurgle and a huge load of his cum started running down my legs. Nausea
quickly gone I was mortified at how messy I was. I made it to the washer
and dryer and found a dirty towel. Soping myself up the best I could, I
heard the shower go on upstairs.
I knew I faced a turning point. Despite all the horrible words I had
thrown at myself, I knew I wanted that feeling again. I wanted to feel
his cock buried inside me, his hands on my hips, holding me tight as he
used me over and over. Not for the first time I wondered what his cock
would feel like in my mouth. If I left now, I had a feeling it would be
years before I would find another opportunity like this.
My mind decided, I riffled through the laundry basket. Knowing I would
find what I wanted, what I needed. Smiling I slipped the brightly
colored, high waist satin panties up my legs and tucked my already
hardening cock between my legs.
A minute later I was stepping into the bathroom, turning the lights off
and slipping into the shower with my best friend.
That afternoon I learned what his cock felt like in my mouth, I learned
how sensitive his balls were while I licked, kissed and nuzzled them, I
learned to love, to even crave his cock. I learned the feeling of
complete submission as I kissed and licked his puckered asshole. More
importantly I learned what if felt like to hear ?I Love You? as I was
rocked to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
That afternoon, hair wet and slicked back as I walked home I realized we
weren?t playing doctor anymore, we weren?t fuck buddies anymore, we
weren?t best friends anymore, we were lovers.
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