It s not so magical being a girl 2
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Note : This story is completely fictional!
My “first” experience was not really the first time I had been with a man, in fact, I had been with 4 during the 3 years since I turned 18. However, this experience was the first time I truly knew what it was like to have my brains fucked out.
I was in my sophomore year at college and worked part time as a waitress at a restaurant near the campus. I spent most of my time either studying or working, no real time to go out and have fun, so I stayed away from men. If I got really horny, I always had my trusty toy and my imagination to help get me through, and I was fairly happy to exist that way, until the faithful Friday when Larry came into the restaurant.
I had known Larry and his wife almost all my life. They were good friends with my , and often came to the parties and cookouts that mom and dad were notorious for having. I had baby-sat for their children a time or two, and house sat for them once when they had gone on vacation. As I got older, I began to see Larry a little differently. He wasn’t the greatest looking guy, but he wasn’t bad either, average height and build, with dark brown hair and green eyes. What set him apart was the way he carried himself, confident without arrogance. While he wasn’t anything I lusted for, I had thought of him a couple of times while pleasing myself and learning about my body as a high schooler. Since the college I attended was 700 miles away from home, you can imagine my surprise when I saw him sitting at my table.
He looked a little shocked when he discovered I was his waitress, but his smile soon told me I was a pleasant surprise. I found out that he was in town on business for the weekend, and staying at a hotel nearby. He came into the restaurant for a late lunch and a drink, not knowing that I worked here, but seemed glad to see a familiar face. He asked if I would have any free time, and if he could buy me dinner so we could catch up on old times. I told him that I finished my shift in a couple of hours, and was off the rest of the weekend, and would enjoy the opportunity to talk about things. I swear I saw a twinkling in his eye when I said that, and my stomach turned a little flip when he gave me a slightly wicked grin. He agreed to meet me back at the restaurant when my shift was over, and we would make plans from there. The rest of the afternoon was a blur as my mind raced about what the rest of the weekend could hold for the two of us.
About 10 minutes before my shift was over, I saw him come back into the restaurant. Instead of the suit and tie he had on earlier, he was in jeans and a golf shirt. His body looked better than I had remembered, and my knees got kind of weak thinking how good he looked. I felt a bit of shame for thinking of him in that way, because for all I knew he didn’t think of me that way at all. Those thoughts soon changed as I noticed he was watching my every move with that same wicked little grin on his face. As soon as the clock said 6:00 PM, I punched out and headed to meet with him. We exchanged hellos and started out the door, agreeing to take his rental car. I told him to take me back to my apartment so I could freshen up and change into something more appropriate.
We arrived at my nearby apartment and I told him to make himself at home while I changed. I got him a beer from the fridge and handed him the remote to my TV and headed to shower and change. I took probably the quickest shower in my life in anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen, and was some what disappointed that he didn’t come join me in the shower. I had to remind myself again that this might not be that kind of thing, and took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. I quickly brushed my teeth, dried my hair, and applied a little makeup. I found my sexiest silk underwear, just in case, and put on my favorite jeans that made my ass look really good. I topped it off with a moderately low cut top that revealed a little of my cleavage. After looking in the mirror to make sure everything was just right, I came out of the bedroom. Larry was sitting on the couch watching some sports show. He looked my way as I came out the door, and my doubts about his intentions disappeared as the wicked grim came across his face again. “Looks like someone is all grown up”, he said as he stood up to greet me. “If you can call 20 grown up”, I cooed as we headed toward the door and his waiting car. I turned to the table to grab my keys as he walked toward me, and when I turned around, he was right next to me, close enough for me to smell his cologne and look deep into his eyes. “Can I be honest with you, Lori,” he said, “I’m not really hungry”. “Me either”, I stammered, as I turned away from him, feeling a little overwhelmed at his presence. He reached his had toward me and turned my head back toward him, and leaned in and placed his lips on mine. It was the most electrifying moment of my life, as I melted into his arms, kissing him with everything I had. He kissed me like I had never been kissed before, and I was lost in the sensation. After what seemed like an hour, but was really a minute or 2, he suddenly pulled away and had a concerned look on his face. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “God yes” was the only thing I could say as I leaned in, kissing him and pushing him toward the couch.
We fell together onto the couch, me on top, kissing passionately and letting our hands explore each other. He reached for my breasts and kneaded them through my blouse, as I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh. After a few minutes, he pushed me away and sat up on the couch. “Stand up”, he said forcefully enough that I knew he was not kidding, but not so that it was intimidating. I stood in front of him, shaking all over, barely able to remain upright. “I want you to take your clothes off for me,” he hissed, “slowly so I can look at every inch of you!” I had never “stripped” for a man before, and although I was scared and apprehensive, my body ached for this man. I had never felt this way before, and all I wanted to do was obey his commands. I started to undress, as seductively as I knew how, and the smile on his face told me I was doing a good job. When I got down to my bra and panties, he told me to wait so could take it all in. His eyes never left my body, as I slowly twirled around to let him see all of me. “Take off your bra”, he whispered. I reached around and undid the clasps, freeing my 34 B breasts. He looked surprised to see my left nipple pierced, but the smile told me he like what he saw. Instinctively, I reached up to squeeze my breasts, and by the look in his eyes, that really turned him on. “Now your panties”, he said with a look of anticipation that made me melt. I reached down and slowly slid the slick from my hips, revealing my nicely trimmed, jet-black landing strip. I stood with my legs slightly apart as my dripping pussy ached for his touch. His guttural breathing told me all I needed to know, he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. He stared at my body for what seemed like an eternity, and then stood and motioned for me to come to him.
As I got near, he took my cheeks into his hands and pulled me to his lips. Again, I had never been kissed with such passion and such precision. It was if he could read my every thought as to how I wanted to be kissed at that moment. I felt his hand on my left breast, squeezing at first, and then playing with the ring in my nipple. His hand slid down slowly to my thigh, and then up to my wetness. His fingers teased my lips, and then he found my clit, which was aching at this point. He twirled his fingers around my button for a second or two, and then I felt him gently pushing me back onto the couch, our lips never leaving each other. When I was on my back, he started kissing down my neck, across my shoulders, and down my chest to my heaving tits. He cupped the right one, and started sucking the left, using his tongue to flick my nipple ring. He worked his way to my right nipple, which he gently nibbled and sucked, making me squirm in delight. He worked his tongue between my breasts and kissed, what for me, is a sensitive spot between them. He worked his lips under each breast, and I felt him sucking and licking in spots that no other guy had ever worried about. I knew from the way he worked his mouth and tongue in spots I had never dreamed of being sensitive, he would be fantastic in the areas I knew to be sensitive. After spending a good five minutes working over my tits, he started sliding down my chest, placing kisses all over my stomach and sides. He stopped and tongued my belly button, which was surprisingly erotic. He worked his lips down to just above my aching pussy, where I could feel the heat from his breath. He ran his tongue through my trimmed pubic hair, and really seemed to enjoy doing that, not that I doubted he hadn’t enjoyed every minute of our encounter so far. Just when I thought his lips were about to find my wet pussy, he pulled away and started kissing the inside of my right leg, starting at the inside ankle and working his way up. He spent several seconds sucking behind my knee, again a spot that I didn’t ever think about but gave me immense pleasure. He painfully took his time working up the inside of my thigh, and I started begging him to eat me. Just when he got near the good spot, he turned and started on my left leg, mirroring what he had done to the other leg. My whole body trembled as he pleasured me with his mouth, not quite where he needed to be. When he worked his way back up to my crotch, he said: “look at me”. I raised my trembling head slightly off the couch and caught his eyes. He stared intently into my eyes as I saw his lips getting closer and closer to my throbbing pussy. His eyes never left mine when I felt his mouth close down on my labia. The warm sensation and pressure from his lips made me explode with my first orgasm of the evening. I arched my back and moaned as the sensations swept my body. I have had good orgasms before, mostly from masturbation, but this one was different, better. I felt his lips turn to a smile as my body twitched from the eruption, and I knew it was only going to get better as the night progressed. He spent a good 30 minutes, and 2 more orgasms, eating my pussy. He worked his tongue and fingers over and in me in ways that I didn’t know possible. To this day, no man, or woman for that matter, has been able to please me orally the way Larry did that magic weekend.
After I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Larry sat up and demanded that I take his clothes off. He had to slow me down, as I started trying with all my might to rip every shred of fabric off his body. He helped me slowly get his shirt off, and I ran my hands across his fairly smooth chest. The last guy I had been with had a more defined chest, but I suspected Larry was a little better than most 45 year olds. I gently sucked his nipples and ran my fingers across his abdomen, moving toward the button on his jeans. I slid his jeans down, and helped him out of his tighty whities. His rock stood straight up, ready for my attention. He dick wasn’t huge, but wasn’t small, about 6 inches in length and a little wider than what most girls tell me is normal. I had been with 2 guys who were bigger, but I knew there was no way they made they did the things that Larry would do with his. I wanted to tease him the way he teased me, but couldn’t help myself as I took him in my mouth. Blowjobs were not one of my favorite things, but all I could think about was sucking him with everything I had. I ran my tongue down the underside of his cock, and kissed the sensitive spot under the head. I gently kneaded his balls as I worked him in and out of my mouth, and surprisingly deep throated him for about a minute. I spent a good 10 minutes sucking, kissing, and licking his dick, as he moaned and grunted in pleasure. I began to feel his scrotum tighten, and his cock twitch in my mouth, and he said he was about to cum. I have never let a guy cum in my mouth, and never thought I would, but something about this man made me want to swallow everything he had. I was surprised at the force of his orgasm, his cum shooting to the back of my throat. He arched his back as I sucked his dick for all I could, and took every single drop of his cum down my throat. I didn’t have time to get a good taste, and was too happy about making him cum to worry about actually swallowing.
Larry leaned back on the couch, eyes closed, breathing heavily. I slid up beside him, and he took me into his arms. We cuddled for a few minuets, listening to each other breath. Larry suggested we take it to my bedroom, so I stood up and pulled him along behind me. No sooner than I had jumped on the bed, I noticed his cock had gotten hard again, and I knew he was fixing to fuck me like I had never been fucked before. We kissed passionately as his hand worked its way down to my pussy. After a couple of minutes, his expert fingers had me wetter than I was earlier. I asked him if he had a condom, something I don’t keep lying around, and he said that I couldn’t get pregnant because he had a vasectomy. He assured me he was clean, as he had never been with another woman beside his wife, both being a virgin when they married. I couldn’t believe my ears, as there was no was this sex god had only been with one woman in his life! No matter, all I could think about was him fucking me, and condoms feel weird anyway, so I didn’t mind. He worked his way between my legs and positioned himself at my entrance. I felt the head of his cock against my lips, and felt him rub up and down the length of my pussy. Just when I thought he was about to slide his cock in me, he pulled back and started rubbing it down my lips. I screamed in frustration, as his teasing was driving me crazy. I tried to push my hips forward to get his cock in me, but he pulled back and smiled. “Slow down baby, let’s make this great”, he said. “Any greater and I’ll explode! Fuck me now!” I demanded. I was shocked at what just came out of my mouth, as I have never talked like that in bed before, but I just couldn’t control myself. Larry smiled and looked me deep in the eyes as he slid his cock all the way in me, making me moan with pleasure. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes, his eyes never leaving mine. I was slightly embarrassed at him staring into my eyes, but as much as I wanted to look away, I couldn’t, as he drew me deeper into his soul. I had never been fucked so slow and deliberate, and it was the most wonderful experience I had ever had. It got even better when he reached down and started rubbing my clit in a circular motion. It only took a minute of that to make me cum, and I screamed with joy at my release. He paused for a few minutes to let me catch my breath, but he never pulled out of me, and he continuously moved his fingers across by body, sending shivers down my spine. I could tell by the look on his face that he was nowhere near finished, so I thought I would do the work and let him enjoy it. I pushed him over onto his back, and started riding him, grinding my pelvis against his. His hands immediately went to my tits and he began to play with my nipples, making my already intense pleasure even better. I rode him with all I had, and he made me cum again when he reached down and his thumb found my clit. This time, he didn’t give a chance to catch my breath, as he pushed me over to my hands and knees and entered me from behind. I was in heaven as he pounded me doggie style, again reaching around to rub my clit. His breathing became more labored, and his grunts louder the more he pumped, and I knew he was getting close. I reached down between my legs and cupped his balls, and he exploded inside me. He clutched me tightly in his orgasmic bliss, and then collapsed onto the bed. We immediately began to cuddle, and both of us drifted off to sleep after the intense session of lovemaking
I must have slept about an hour, when I startled awake to find him propped up on his elbow, smiling and staring at me. He reached over and began to kiss me, this time much more forcefully than his previous kisses, and in just a minute, we were back at it again, harder than before. I didn’t think it possible, but this was even better than the first session, as we went at it like animals, in every position imaginable. The harder he worked, the less inhibited I became, and like magic, I began to talk dirty to him, telling him how good he made me feel, telling him what I wanted him to do, and screaming in pleasure. It surprised me the things that were coming out of my mouth, not by nature a “talker” in bed, but I had never felt such pleasure in my life and couldn’t help myself. The second session lasted almost 2 hours and 5 or 6 orgasms for me, before we both collapsed in exhaustion. This time, sleep for both of us came much deeper.
We spent the rest of the weekend in a sexual Olympics, never leaving the apartment, and stopping only to sleep. Our meals even became part of the sex, as we took turns eating food off of each other’s bodies. I went with him to his hotel on Sunday night to help him pack for his Monday morning trip back home. After packing, we spent the rest of the night fucking in every way we could, and I am almost certain everyone in then hotel heard my orgasmic bliss. When the wake-up call came on Monday morning, we both showered, where we fucked again, got dressed, and checked out of the hotel. He drove me back to my apartment, and the entire trip I thought about our weekend and what it meant. I knew, without having to be told, that we would more than likely never be able to see each other again, and for some strange reason, I was okay with that. When he dropped me off, we shared one last kiss, and he went on his way. I have seen Larry on occasion over the last several years, and each time he gives me a brief glance at his wicked little grin, and my knees go weak remembering that magical weekend together.
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