Kirsten and I lived together, first, at her parents house (they were living nearer to her father’s work) and soon, in a rented flat near the town centre by the river. I had detected a limited nature in our early lovemaking and Kirsten confessed that she had only been with two men before me abd neither of them had been very adventurous. So, we became almost like student and teacher. I was trying to bring to her my experiences of sex from when I had left home, moving to London as a shy eighteen-year-old and being involved in plenty of hedonistic activities, to now, when I was a twenty-three-year-old with a background, if you know what I mean.
We were still in the first flush of young lust and making love as often as possible. But, it was all a bit pedestrian for a while so I had to think about how to change things up. The first time we had made love, Kirsten caught her breath when I was behind her and licked her pussy before putting my cock inside her for a doggy-style fuck. She told me that neither of her previous boyfriends had licked her before so I figured that would be a good starting point.
I was reluctant to go too fast too soon with her ‘education’ as it was in case she felt repulsed. This was new territory for me as almost every girl I had slept with had enough experience for a satisfying sex life (except for Christina on my disastrous first time!). So I had to be careful in our physical encounters.
One night, we were in bed, having a nice, loving cuddle which was starting to get hot and heavy. We were kissing deep and passionately and my cock was stirring. Our hands were roaming all over each other’s bodies. I was the lucky one. Kirsten ran her hands over my chest and had a handful of hair whereas I had more than a handful of her beautiful tits. We continued to kiss as I pinched her nipples. She gave out a little yelp and a sigh as I moved my head to kiss her breasts, sucking her nipples as I moved down her body.
Her stomach was tensing with every kiss I gave it as my fingers started to dance around the edge of her pubic hair. I lifted up a leg and lightly scraped my fingernails down the back of her thigh. I moved my head again and now my lips were kissing the back of both thighs. I could tell by her breathing that she was feeling the butterflies in her stomach and, suddenly, my tongue was flicking out at her pussy lips. A deeper sort of sigh came from her, almost like a growl, as I inserted my fingers into her wet gash.
My tongue followed, replacing my fingers, as I savoured the taste of her juices. I nibbled at her lips and plunged my tongue into her slit and began to lick up and down her pussy, with an occasional suck of her clitoris. She was wriggling on the bed as I continued my attack, hard on the sucking and deep in the licking. She was going crazy, squealing, grunting and screaming as my tongue did its work.
My trouble was that I now had a crick in my neck! Time to replace my tongue with my cock which was now rock hard. I placed my cock at her lips, she was so wet, and now she braced herself for my penetration. BANG! I was straight in up to the hilt. She shouted out “argh!” as I gave her my first thrust. Then it was only a matter of time before she screamed out at her orgasm and I felt the warmth of her juices all over my cock. As always, that was my trigger and I let go with so much spunk, I didn’t think I’d have any left for our next fuck!
I collapsed on top of Kirsten and rolled off from her. We just lay there, exhausted from our great sex which was, basically, all my work! And I had got a pain in the neck out of it! Time for another approach …
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We woke up early the next morning. Kristen’s hand was cupping my balls.
“Vee, last night was amazing! How did you learn to do that?” I had read a story in a porn magazine about how a young sixteen-year-old boy had been seduced by his aunt and she taught him everything about sex! So I teased Kirsten by saying, “My auntie!”
“Hahahaha! No, seriously, where did you learn about sex?”
“OK, no, not my auntie! Well, for me, it started out with reading porn magazines. Read the stories, look at the pictures and just use my imagination when I play with myself.” Kirsten seemed to be taking an interest, taking it all in of how I had learned how to please a woman.
“I found a girlfriend and eventually, we had sex and we just figured it out how to please each other. When I lived in London, there were lots of girls, every one of them with different experiences and some with more experience than me.” She was intrigued.
“So, how many?”
“Awww, come on, that’s not fair. OK, a few, mostly same age but some a bit older,” I told her.
“So, what am I like?”
“Now, that’s definitely not fair! I mean, you’ve only had three boyfriends, what were they like?” I asked, trying to turn the tables on her.
She was quite mature in her response. “Not what I expected. At school, I was a bit disappointed by boys’ attitudes. They seemed to think you go to school together, you pair up, go on a few dates, sleep together and, all of a sudden, our parents are planning our wedding! All a bit small town, really. That’s probably why I haven’t been with many boys. So, I’m not that experienced.”
There wasn’t much I could say to that. I knew what I was thinking but to say ‘I’ll teach you everything I know’ would be a bit patronising.
To avoid further discussion, I jumped out of bed. “Cup of tea?”
“Ooh, yes.” It was the Englishman’s answer to everything! And I could make a really good cup of tea (and still can!).
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After tea and a bit of breakfast, we got dressed and drove into town for a wander and some shopping. Now, prior to this, my girlfriends weren’t big on shopping due to the fact that they didn’t have a lot of money to spare. But Kirsten had grown up with a pair of financially astute parents and she was used to spending big on what she wanted. So this was my first experience of accompanying a woman who was shopping!
Well, I have to say that it wasn’t my favourite way to spend a Saturday. We traipsed around so many shops, I was afraid that this was going to be an issue even at that early stage of our relationship. That’s because I had never been able to afford the spare cash to splash out on something that I saw as an unnecessary frivolous item.
As it turned out, Kirsten bought three dresses but, of course, she had tried on so many more outfits, always asking my opinion. I thought she looked great in her Post Office uniform so I just kept saying, yeah, it’s lovely!
“Come on, Vee, you’re not taking this seriously,” she said, with a hint of irritation in her voice.
“What’s to be serious about? You’ve looked great in everything you’ve tried on so it’s just an issue of whether YOU like the dress, yeah?” Apparently, not the right answer! Women, eh?
We got back to our flat and we got changed to go out for a few beers. Back in the early 1980s, it was routine for a crowd to gather in a bar and make plans to go to an out-of-town club and that is what happened. The trouble was that, since drink-driving laws had been strengthened, it meant that one of us had to stay sober! In our case, that was Kirsten. I was twenty-three years old but hadn’t learned to drive as I had spent my life since leaving home and living in London. No need at all for a car in London and I couldn’t afford one anyway. So Kirsten limited herself to only one beer. I was never a big drinker anyway as I had learnt my lesson at a young age during a flatshare with a workmate. I afforded myself a few beers more than Kirsten anyway and we had a nice uninhibited night on the town.
Back home, Kirsten made coffee and we watched a late-night movie. Then, it was time for bed! She was ahead of me as I tidied away a few things from the coffee table before I got to the bedroom.
“What do you think?” said Kirsten. She had changed into one of the outfits that she had bought on our shopping trip earlier in the day. She had chosen some soft jazz to play on the stereo.
“Very nice,” I replied.
“Nicer than nice,” she said and then she kissed me as I started to get undressed. I had got as far as my pants when she told me to stop. She began to move to the music, her long legs working her hips in a most sensual way. She was doing a striptease!
So far, our sex life had been pretty ordinary so I was impressed with her efforts to spice things up. The outfit she was wearing and her long legs were making this the most elegant striptease I had ever seen.
Swaying side to side as the jazz music played, she inched the skirt higher up her thighs. Wow! That alone was making my cock twitch inside my pants – and she knew it! Her confidence seemed to grow as she moved around the bedroom. She came to me with her skirt hitched up to her bare pussy. She pulled my head forward so that my nose was right in her pubic hair. I stuck out my tongue to lick her pussy lips but, just as I was about to grab her hips to get right into her, she turned around and nent forward, her ass in my face.
“Lick me like that first time!” she purred. And did she purr, as I tongued into her pussy, licking from her clit along her lips to her tight little asshole. I tensed my tongue to get it right in, giving her ass two or three stabs, before her next instruction.
“Unzip me,” she said. I stood up to reach forward and pull down the zip. “Undo my bra!” was next and I did what I was told. I put my hands inside the dress to cup her breasts and felt the weight of her glorious tits as the bra fell away. My cock was reaching its full strength and Kirsten could feel it on her back as I was unzipping her dress.
With amazing strength in those long legs, she was able to reach down to her pussy lips and pull them open.
“I know you’re ready so, … fuck me!” I was a little shocked to hear her use that sort of language but you don’t look a gift pussy in the mouth! I was quick to pull down my pants and plunged my cock into her pussy. Kirsten was still a little dry so I took it easy, just to get her lubricated. But, once I felt my cock sliding in and out with ease, I was like a machine! I might as well been a car engine, pistons going at two thousand revs per minute! Her dress was up around her waist, her arms had fallen out of the dress and her tits were swinging free. I was pounding her pussy like there was no tomorrow and, despite the strength from her long sexy legs, I could feel them start to buckle and I knew it was time to fill her up!
Kirsten started to shout and groan as I was reaching the point of no return. She took a sharp intake of breath and screamed as she let her hot juices go. Well, that was my trigger! I pumped her pussy with as much spunk as I could muster and kept pumping until I felt it was all out of my cock and all in her wet cunt!
It wasn’t a long-lasting seductive fuck, it was the fact that she was still half-wearing her new dress that had turned me on so quickly and so much.
We were both in a standing doggy-style position and both of us felt our legs beginning to go so we managed to moved around to fall onto the bed, me collapsed on top of her, my cock still embedded in her pussy. Fucking WOW! That was so hot!
After a few minutes, Kirsten felt my weight on her body and we rolled over, spooning each other, cuddling in the breathless afterglow. My pants had been left on the floor but she was still half-dressed It felt strange to be in this cuddle, one of us naked and the other still clothed! Eventually, we stood up, Kristen’s new dress fell to the floor, and we climbed into bed, hugging each other like we wouldn’t let go! Aahhhh … time to sleep …
A few weeks later, we attended a family function and Kirsten wore that very same dress but, sadly, I didn’t get a repeat performance …
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So, I’ve discovered that Kirsten liked to give a bit of a performance. But what else would she be encouraged to do as she continued to develop her sexual experiences? I was soon to find out.
As the weather became warmer, Kirsten suggested going on a picnic in the middle of a field in a nearby village (I think she was inspired by an advert for soft cheese? It featured a young couple, the picnic and, in the field, a combine harvester!). So, off we went for our picnic.
We drove through a gate into the field, and finding a spot at the furthest point, it seemed to be more of a large recreational space rather than the rustic location I was expecting. Laying out a blanket, Kirsten then unloaded the coolbox and a variety of Tupperware containers from the car. And, of course, being the elegant lady she was, she had brought a couple of bottles of wine rather than beers. It was a warm day so we would have to see what effect the wine would have.
After we had indulged ourselves in French bread and brie – our favourite – and strawberries and cream, we launched into our second bottle of Piesporter Michelsberg, already feeling a little light-headed. Our natural instinct was to lay back and doze off in the sunshine and we did! I was awakened by a featherlight touch which made my nose twitch. Kirsten was kissing my cheek but her hair had tickled my nose before her lips made contact.
Of course, I was now fully awake. Her lips moved to mine and our kissing became more intense. Kristen’s hand was going underneath my T-shirt, running her fingers through the hair on my chest. My hand was on the back of her head, pulling it into mine to keep the intensity. Her hand moved down to my belt buckle, loosening it to gain access to my growing cock. My other hand was pulling at the hem of the summer dress she was wearing. Fucking hell! She wasn’t wearing anything under her dress, she was free of panties! That was when the warm spring day became a very hot spring afternoon!
Kirsten had managed to undo my zipper and free my cock. Pulling it through the opening, she then threw her leg over mine and guided my cock into her pussy. Oh, what bliss! I needed to feel her tits so, as we wiggled together and settled into a gentle rhythm, I began to undo the buttons on the front of her dress to reveal – fucking hell! – not only was there no panties but there was no bra!
She was laying on top of me so it was a struggle to undo the buttons so she sat up, shifting her whole weight onto my cock. Once again, I was deep inside her pussy, all the way. I undid the rest of the buttons to reveal her glorious tits, swaying as she rocked backwards and forwards on my cock. I tried to grab her but our motion prevented me from getting a proper hold.
Then, I became aware of distant voices coming from who knew where? Who cared? I didn’t, that was for sure. Neither did Kirsten, who was still wiggling around on top of me, tits swaying in all directions. Feeling her hot juices running down my cock, I lost my control and gave her a few upward thrusts before releasing a decent load of spunk into her pussy.
The distant voices became a cheer as the crowd had realised that they had watched a young couple fucking approximately 200 yards from their football practice! Oh my God! Kirsten didn’t seem to be that quick to cover up herself. She stayed on top, getting in a few more wiggles, before falling forward so that we could share a kiss.
“You know what we’ve done?” I asked.
“Hahahaha! They shouldn’t have been looking,” she said, “we were in the mood, weren’t we?”
“Think we’d better get dressed and tidy up, eh,” I said and we started to tidy our picnic things. Having got back into the car, we had to drive past our uninvited audience. Of course, as we did so, rather sheepishly, there was more cheering and applause from the crowd! How embarrassing! But what a funny end to our horny afternoon …
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So, Kirsten had gained a lot of confidence since we had been together but it was now a long time since I had my cock in a woman’s mouth …
But I had learned that she liked to be on top and she was OK playing to an audience! I still wanted that blowjob, though. Maybe, as Kirsten became more confident, that might be her next challenge.