Don is thirty seven years old and an executive with an engineering firm in Denver. He is affluent, intelligent, educated, attractive and charming. Most women would agree, he is a ‘catch’.
Although he divorced the boys’ mother many years ago, Don prides himself on the fact that he remained intimately involved in the boys’ lives. He attends their sporting events, includes them on vacations, and spends every other weekend with them. To be honest, part of Don’s appeal was he was a good father.
Our relationship had advanced to the point that we had both discussed the possibility of us getting married some day.
I am twenty eight years old, never married and I work as an attorney at a Denver law firm. Objectively speaking, I am a very attractive woman myself. I am five foot seven inched tall, 122 pounds, with green eyes and natural blonde hair. I have been told on more than one occasion that I favor a young Reese Witherspoon.
My relationship with Don was quickly becoming the most serious relationship I have ever had. I knew I wanted to have children some day before my biological clock ran out, and Don was certainly the type of man I would want as the father of my children. And while his boys were nearly grown, I realized having a close relationship with them was essential to me making Don happy.
Brandon was nineteen, and a sophomore at the University of Colorado. He was a fine young man, but a tad too serious. He had a definite competitive edge about him. He did not seem to be able to relax. He was a little difficult to get to know.
On the other hand, Matt was seventeen, a senior in high school, and a remarkably charming and attractive young man. He had a disarming smile that made you immediately like him. In addition to his good looks, he had the ability to make you feel like you were the only person in the room when he engaged you in conversation. He was a natural flirt and salesman. I enjoyed interacting with him immensely.
Fortunately, both boys’ spring breaks fell on the same week this year; so that became the target week for our adventure.
We arrived in Steamboat Springs for spring break, April, 2015. Don had rented a wonderful two bedroom condo that was walking distance to the ski lifts. Each bedroom had its own bathroom. The master bedroom had a gas fireplace. The living room had a wood burning stove. Our balcony overlooked the mountains and the ski slopes. It was perfect.
One of the most appealing features of the condo was it had a private, small sauna off the master bathroom. The condo brochure indicated it was suitable for four people; however, in reality, it was a bit small for four people. However, two people could relax in the sauna quite comfortably following a hard day on the slopes. I immediately imagined Don and me naked in the sauna before we made love in front of the gas log fireplace in our room each night.
However, the plans for the week changed mid-afternoon on our first day on the slopes. I hit a patch of ice and took a really nasty fall, twisting my knee, badly. At first we thought I might have a fracture, but x-rays that afternoon came back negative, indicating that it was just a very severe sprain. However, my skiing was done for the trip.
I was fitted with a brace to immobilize the knee and given a pair of crutches. I was also given prescriptions for a narcotic pain killer and a strong anti-inflammatory. The doctor told me the I should keep the leg elevated whenever possible, apply ice the first 12 hours to minimize the swelling, and then switch to applying heat to aid the healing process. I was encouraged to wear the brace as much as possible, but when seated with my leg elevated, or when sleeping, the brace could come off.
I was also warned not to consume alcohol with the narcotic pain medicine, a warning that I had not intention of heeding. I planned to have my normal glass or two of wine each night despite the narcotic.
To be honest, I was embarrassed that my athletic ineptitude had ruined the boys’ first day on the slopes. I felt terrible that they were forced to spend four hours with their dad and me at the medical clinic when they should have been skiing. The boys were polite and supportive; but I felt bad just the same.
The next morning I insisted that Don and the boys continue their ski adventure without me; that I would be fine back at the condo, with my pain pills and a glass of wine and a good book. I anticipated a day of relaxing, napping and reading.
But Matt, the younger boy, insisted that he really is not much of a ski buff himself, and he wanted to remain back at the condo with me. I tried to dissuade him, but he was adamant; he was staying back at the condo to make sure I was not lonely while his father and brother continued their ski adventure.
I cannot begin to describe how much Matt’s desire to remain with me, to spend time with me, and to care for me meant to me. I really was touched by his willingness, and desire to remain back at the condo with me while his brother and father had fun. I must admit, that my desire to show appreciation for Matt’s willingness to remain back at home base with me may have factored into what transpired during the week.
At about 9:00 a.m., Don and Brandon headed out to the ski lifts, leaving Matt and me alone at the condo, to enjoy a leisurely day visiting and getting to know each other.
We chatted over coffee. I was wearing my normal sleeping attire, a tee shirt and my panties under a robe that came mid-thigh. I was not matronly, but not inappropriately dressed for someone who had just gotten out of bed.
Matt was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. I could not help notice what a fine looking young man he was, muscular shoulders, arms and chest, and a flat stomach. For a brief moment I thought to myself, ‘I would be flirting shamelessly with this young man if I were ten years younger; god, he’s attractive.’
Our conversation was warm and intimate. He told me numerous stories of his high school experience, making me laugh constantly. He was endearing me to him more and more as I got to know him better, the more I liked him. He showed a genuine interest in me, getting me to tell him details about my own high school and college experiences. I told him of experiences that I had not even shared with his father.
At one point I thought, ‘Don has never shown as much interest in getting to know me as much as his son is right now.’
I remember becoming a bit annoyed at his father for not showing the same level of interest in me that Matt was at this moment. I cannot deny it, I was becoming attracted to this young man.
Matt startled me by moving his chair closer to me and saying, “Cindy, I think the doctor told you to keep your leg elevated whenever possible.” And with that, Matt gently took my leg raised it up and placed my foot on his lap. In doing so, my robe fell open and the gusset of my panties was now in plain view.
I was shocked and I really did not know how to respond. I certainly did not want to overreact; however, I felt uncomfortable sitting their with my leg and foot in this seventeen year old’s lap, allowing him to look directly at my panties. Not knowing what to say or do, I did nothing. I tried to simply pretend nothing had changed.
“Cindy, does it hurt?” Matt asked.
“It’s sore, but if I do not move it, I am not in excruciating pain. The pain meds help considerably,” I responded honestly.
Matt placed his hand on my swollen knee and began to massage the tender tissue.
“Oh Matt, you don’t need to do that,” I said with a slightly detectable quiver in my voice.
“I enjoy doing it. Am I hurting you?”
“No, it feels quite nice, actually.”
Although quite innocent, it just felt wrong to allow my boyfriend’s son to touch me this way. But I really did not know how to stop him without appearing to chastise him; which was something I really did not want to do.
Matt’s touch became firmer, kneading the thigh and the tissue around my knee. He seemed to instinctively know how to massage me for the greatest effect.
“Oh you really do have a wonderful touch,” I cooed. “That feels really nice.”
Matt gently massaged my knee for 10 or 15 minutes, as we continued to chat. I was well aware that with my leg in Matt’s lap, my robe had fallen open, and I began to enjoy the fact that this high school senior had an unobstructed view of my upper thighs and the gusset of my pale green panties.
It was awkward, naughty but enjoyable to ‘innocently’ expose myself to this handsome teenager like this. I say ‘innocently’ because after all, I did not initiate this or even encourage it, did I?
“The doctor told you to apply heat today, correct?” Matt asked.
“Yes, but I don’t have a heating pad.”
“Why don’t we go into the sauna and I’ll continue my massage with the help of some dry heat?”
On the surface, his suggestion appeared to be completely innocent with the added benefit of a medical justification. But I knew we were playing with fire. This was a very attractive and charming seventeen year old male, who was becoming more and more familiar with my inner thigh by the minute.
“You don’t have to do that. Besides, we’ll get all sweaty,” I said in a weak protest.
“It will be fun. It will help your sprain. And it’s really the only opportunity I’ll get to use the sauna. Dad is not going to want me back in your bathroom when he and Brandon get back from skiing.”
He had a point.
“Well okay, but we can’t stay in there too long, we’ll get over heated,” I said with a slight stammer. The quiver in my voice revealed my growing excitement at the wickedness of playing this game with this very attractive younger man.
“Great, I’ll get a towel, get out of these sweats, and meet you by the sauna,” he said as he started to trot off to his room.
Until that moment, it had not dawned on me that he would expect us to go into the sauna naked! But that is what people do in the health clubs. They enter the sauna wrapped in a towel, but naked underneath. I knew this was a bad idea, but I did not want to seem like a prude. I really was conflicted here; how do I avoid doing something that I felt Don would disapprove of while not coming across like a prudish old crone.
Not knowing what to do, I did what I typically did back in my college days when placed into an uncomfortable, slightly naughty situation by an attractive male whom I liked; I complied and hoped things would not get out of hand.
“Matt, before you do, why don’t you turn on the sauna and let it get hot while we are getting ready?”
“Good idea, Cindy.”
He went into the master bedroom, and fiddled with the controls of the sauna while I hobbled behind him on my crutches.
“Matt, before you go to get ready, bring me a large bath towel to wrap myself in.”
He quickly presented me with an extra large beige terrycloth towel and hustled into his room leaving the door to my room open. I thought about calling him back to close the door while I got out of my clothes, but decided I could strip and wrap myself in the towel before his return.
Sitting on the side of the bed, I leaned the crutches against the nightstand, removed the robe and my t-shirt. I was trying to stand on one foot removing my panties when Matt returned, his bottom half wrapped in a towel.
He came around the corner of the door and saw that I was naked, struggling to get my panties off. He had his towel wrapped around his waist. His bare chest, shoulders and arms were well developed and muscular. He looked good.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were still getting ready.”
He turned his back to me, but did not leave the room. He then continued, “Let me know if I can help you. I won’t look or anything. Maybe I could help you balance?”
“No, but thank you. I can manage.”
Now that I had the panties off my bottom, I sat down on the bed and was able to remove my panties while seated. The fact that I could not bend my one leg complicated the process of removing my panties over my foot.
I was now naked. I picked up to the towel and started wrapping in around my torso, covering my perky, 34B cup breasts. I glanced up and saw Matt was still facing away from me; however, I also saw that the mirror over the dresser had given him a full view of the show.
“Matt! were you looking at me in that mirror?” I admonished playfully.
“Cindy, I might have sneaked a peek. Who wouldn’t?” he responded in a playful, flirtatious, confident manner that I found flattering, but made me uneasy. This seventeen year old man-child had a level of confidence that while very appealing, made climbing in the sauna with him, naked, quite risky.
I was too far committed to back out now. All I could do was proceed and try to keep things from getting out of hand while we were alone and vulnerable to each others’ charms.
As I struggled to me feet, the towel wrapped around me, Matt approached the bed and placed his arm around me, saying “Let me help you so you don’t fall and hurt yourself getting into the sauna.”
I allowed him to assist me. Matt’s strong right arm wrapped around me, under my left arm as he guided me to the cedar room that was rapidly warming up. I could not tell if it was intentional or not, but his hand reached all the way around me, and seemed to be resting just under my right breast.
I caught a glimpse of the two of us in the mirror. At six foot three inches, Matt was seven or eight inches taller than me. He was a very attractive young man with an excellent physique. He had well developed shoulder and pecs. His arms were muscular and his stomach was flat and tight.
I was having some naughty thoughts. I could not help myself.
And honestly, I was not ‘hard on the eyes’ either. I stood a sleek five foot seven inches tall, with a tight pronounced butt that caught men’s attention, and firm, perky 34B cup breasts. I have blonde hair green eyes and a pretty face.
While I look younger than my twenty eight years, no one would mistake me for still being in high school. No, the image in the mirror clearly portrayed a MILF and a younger man.
I knew this was a dangerous game we were playing. I would like to tell you that I was unaware of the risks; but I was not. I was attracted to this young man who was 11 years my junior. I liked the attention he paid me. And I like the fact that he made me feel like a teenager again. However, I honestly believed we were just playing around the edges a bit; flirting. I had no intention of allowing this to actually become physical.
We entered the sauna and Matt guided me to sit on the lower bench, and set me down with my back to the wall. He then sat on the bench next to me and brought my injured leg up unto his lap.
“You don’t have to do that,” I protested again.
“Nonsense. I enjoy massaging your knee. It will help the healing, especially with the aid of the heat.”
He acted as though this was strictly therapeutic. We both knew it was not.
I struggled to keep my thighs together and to keep the towel covering my private parts; but Matt was positioning my injured leg in a manner that made any semblance of modesty impossible. He was holding my leg in a position on his lap that forced my thighs open, giving him an unobstructed view of my neatly shaven vagina. All I cold do was pretend that I was unaware of how exposed I was.
He was holding my injured leg in his lap as he massaged my knee, slowly kneading the tender flesh and slowly working his fingers into my calf and into my inner thigh. I admit, the massage felt wonderful. I felt his penis pulse up repeatedly against my leg.
He would glance up between m thighs and his penis would arch up in response to his viewing of my vagina. It was very, very sexy. I felt very desirable as this seventeen year old young man became aroused at the sight of my vagina.
I could feel myself lubricating at the unexpected and unique situation I had been forced into. Here I was, my pussy on display to a teenager who was now fully erect, his cock pulsing against my leg; and both of us were pretending that nothing inappropriate was going on.
“Matt, this feels wonderful, but I am not sure we should be in here like this,” I said, honestly concerned with where this was leading. “I don’t think your dad would approve.”
“Nonsense, Dad wants us to have a good relationship. He wants us to be close” Matt chuckled.
“I’m not sure your dad wants you giving me massages.”
I decided to continue to pretend that my vagina was not gaped open for this young man’s visual enjoyment and that I was unaware that his penis was fully erect and pulsing madly against my leg as we spoke.
“Well, you may have a point. We might be better off not telling dad about this,” Matt said as he gently tugged the hem of the towel causing it to fall away slightly, exposing my left breast.
“Matt, don’t be getting frisky on me,” I said pulling the towel back up covering my erect nipple.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. You are so beautiful,” he said massaging my inner thigh and pulling my leg more firmly against his erection.
I could no longer ignore his pulsing hard cock against my thigh. He was rocking his hips slightly, rubbing himself against me, the only thing separating his erection from direct ‘skin-to-skin’ contact was the terrycloth towel he had wrapped around his waist.
Holding my legs apart so my wet vagina was gapped open slightly, Matt looked directly at my pink inner lips and started to slowly trace his fingers up my inner thigh. I caught his hand when it reached about six inches from my vagina and prevented hi from reaching his goal.
“Matt, we better go get cleaned up before we get ourselves into some real trouble here.”
“Oh please, Cindy, I just want to touch you for a moment, please,” he begged as he arched his hips pushing his rock cock into more firmly against my leg. I knew he needed a release.
I could feel my pulse throbbing in my erect clitoris as my vagina leaked my lubrication down my thighs. I was very aroused by this whole situation.
Giving his hand a gentle and loving squeeze, but continuing to prevent it from advancing further towards my pussy, I said, “Matt, I know you are wound up right now. Hell, you have me really wound up too. But we can’t do this. We can’t do this to your father.”
“Cindy, I will never tell him. I promise,” he pleaded. “I want you to be my first.”
“Oh Matt, if I were not involved with your father the way I am, I would love to experience this with you. But I can’t betray Don. I just can’t. I am very sorry.”
I must admit, it was an enormously arousing and erotic scene. And if I was not deeply involved in a long-term relationship with his father, I would be preparing to fuck this gorgeous and charming seventeen year old man-child. The thought of capturing his virginity was so appealing. But I was committed to Don; and I did not want to jeopardize my relationship with him.
Matt had a crestfallen look about him. He continued to rock his hips.
I gave his fingers another squeeze and said, “Let’s get out of here and clean ourselves up a bit. I think we both can use some ‘alone time’ to take care of ourselves. You can think about me and imagine what we would be doing if I was not in love with your father. I know I will be thinking about you while I take a shower and tend to ‘little cindy’, okay?”
I knew that both Matt and I needed to separate and masturbate to relieve the sexual tension we had created. He nodded agreement.
“Help me out of here and let’s shower and wash some of the sweat off ourselves.”
Matt released my leg, and I moved to a sitting position, he stood in front of me and I saw the huge tent in front of his towel. I could not help but to gasp at the size of the bulge his erection was making under the towel.
“Help me up” I said, extending my hand. As he pulled me up, I stood on my one good leg, and I remarked, “It looks like you have a big problem there, you need to take care of that after you get me over to the shower”
Matt wrapped one arm around me to steady me, and with his free hand he pulled his towel away from his waist, fully exposing himself to me.
“This is what you do to me Cindy” he said, proudly displaying his full erection.
I gasped, “Oh my god, Matt, you are a very big man,” the words escaped my lips before I even thought of what to say.
Matt was considerably bigger than his father. He was seven or eight inches long. But even more impressive was the thickness, I do not ever remember seeing a penis as thick as Matt’s except in the occasional porn films I had seen. Yes, he was built like a porn star.
His cock stood straight up, rigidly pulsing towards the ceiling. He was circumcised. The plum shaped glans stood proudly atop the thickly veined shaft.
“Matt, you need to cover yourself up,” I stammered as I continued to stare in amazement. It was all I could think to say.
Matt ignored this request and simply said, “Let me get you over to the shower.”
I watched as his large cock swayed wildly as he walked me towards the shower. I cannot deny that I found his penis terribly exciting and inviting. I could not help thinking, ‘I wonder how that huge monster would feel inside of me?’
I used my free hand to hold the towel in place as Matt walked my slowly towards the shower. The shower was a large glass paned stall, suitable for two. Mike placed me leaning against the bathroom counter as he turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature of the spray.
I continued to look at him as he worked. God, he was a magnificent specimen. His cock stood proudly, erect and rigid in front of his well tone abdomen. His chest as muscular and his arms were well defined. God, I hate to admit it, I wanted this young Adonis.
After abut two minutes, Matt placed his hand in the spray of the shower and said, “I think the temperature is about right.”
He took my hand to help me steady myself as I stepped into the shower, I knew I shouldn’t do it, but as I stepped over the threshold of the glass stall, I removed my towel and handed it to Matt. “Matt, would you put this on the counter for me?”
Matt took the towel and tossed it on the counter by the sink; but his eyes never left my naked body. I placed myself under the warm spray, and started to close the glass door toe the stall; but Matt stepped in with me. His cock was throbbing upward.
“Oh baby, you shouldn’t be in here with me. We are just asking for trouble like this.”
But I did not order him to leave.
“Cindy, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I promise.”
As Matt spoke, he took my hand a very, very slowly lowered it, taking my fingers and wrapping them around the shaft of his erect penis. Not only was his erection the thickest penis I ever held, his cock was surprisingly heavy; heavier than any cock I had encountered.
“Matt, you really have to leave. We really can’t be doing this.”
But I did not release his erection from my fist. Instead, I stroked his massive cock slowly up and down, feeling him throb and pulse in my palm.
“God, you do have a nice penis. It is absolutely huge” I said as I admired this pulsing member. “Are you sure you’re virgin?”
“Quite sure. In fact, only one girl has given me a hand job. She said I was too big. She was afraid I would hurt her, or tear her. So she jacked me off.”
“Well I can see why a young girl might be afraid of this monster.”
“But you’re not?” Matt asked, encouraged by the fact that I was not insisting he leave immediately.
“Well, I’m not afraid of your penis; but I am afraid of us being in here like this. This is wrong. I can’t do this to your dad. Matt, you need to understand, although this is very tempting… more tempting than you can imagine… I am in love with your dad’ I said as I released his cock and pulled my hand away.
Matt moaned in frustration. His cock arched up, and he rocked his hips, humping forward, trying to bring his penis in contact with my naked body.
“Oh please, Cindy, please. You can’t leave me like this. I feel like my nuts are going to burst. They ache. Please.”
“Matt, I want to take care of you… you have no idea how badly I want to try that fine cock of yours… but I can’t betray your dad. I really am sorry.”
“Cindy, I will never tell him. I promise.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Oh fuck, I feel like my clitoris is going to burst too. Matt, I am so aroused right now.”
Matt then stepped forward and placed his fingers under my chin, raising my face up, and slowly moved in to kiss me. My willpower depleted, I allowed this young seventeen year old to kiss me as the warm water sprayed against my back.
I knew I should not do this, but I was weak, and very aroused. I opened my mouth as Matt’s tongue gently pried my lips apart. Our tongues played tag as his fingers reached up and tugged at my erect nipple.
I lower my fist and encircled my fingers around his thick shaft again.
I broke our kiss momentarily and said, “Matt, we really should stop.”
But I made no attempt to actually stop this. I knew I had relented. He had succeeded; he had seduced his father’s girl friend. I was going to let him fuck me. I wanted to capture his virginity; to be his first.
“Cindy, I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to,” he said with a lustful passion that pleased me.
I leaned forward and with the shower spray striking the back f my head, I kissed the thick glans of his cock, before opening my mouth and sucking on just the distinct head. Matt moaned appreciatively.
“You like it when I put you in my mouth?” I teased before repeating the little game. I took him in my mouth again, twirling my tongue all around the sensitive head of his large cock.
Matt moaned loudly. “Oh god yes, Cindy. Fuck, no one has ever done this to me before,” he confessed.
I liked hearing that. I liked knowing that I was the first woman to ever have his cock in their mouth. I smiled silently, thinking, today there will be several ‘firsts’ for you, young man. Today will be a day that you never forget.
“Matt, let’s get out, dry off and see if we can find someplace where we can be comfortable with each other. Help me so I don’t fall.”
Matt placed his arm around me and guided me through the sauna door. His cock swayed rigidly in front of him as he steadied me as we walked. He was magnificent. And he was a virgin. I decided then and there, he may someday become my stepson, but at this moment, he is a young man to whom I am going to give a wonderful gift. I am going to take his virginity while teaching him how to be a considerate and wonderful lover.
“Matt, if you are sure you want this, I will teach you some things today; but I want you to be sure you are ready to learn.”
“Oh god, Cindy. I am ready.”
“Matt, do you need to cum right now? If you do, it is okay. I can let you cum to get the ‘edge off’, so to speak. A lot times with young men, they get too excited their first time. It might be better off if I ‘get you’ once so you can last longer when we get to the really good stuff?”
I knew that a young seventeen year old would be able to get hard again quickly after cumming.
He looked a little sheepish and said, “That might be for the best. I don’t want this to be over before I get started,” he confessed nervously.
I found his nervousness about cumming to quickly cute and endearing. I shook my head and said, “I shouldn’t be doing any of this.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, and beckoned to him to stand in front of me.
I stared at his rigid penis. I slowly leaned forward until my face was only a few inches from his penis. I held his large cock in my tiny fist for a moment, studying it. The large veins that protruded from the thick shaft gave his erection a dangerous, almost sinister appearance. He could definitely hurt a girl with this huge cock. I stared at the large bulbous head for several seconds. The ridge that separated the glans from the shaft was quite pronounced. The shaft was a deeper, slightly darker shade of purplish-pink than the head.
I wanted this cock. I wanted it badly.
I started gently kissing the head. I could smell and taste the trace sperm that was leaking out. Next, I slowly opened my mouth to allow the head to slip past my lips. He was large, and I was forced to open my jaw wider than was comfortable just to allow the glans past my lips.
I remember so vividly how the texture of the skin felt so incredibly smooth against my lips and tongue. Don was not a huge fan of fellatio, so it had been couple of years since I had taken a man’s penis into my mouth; but I did not remember the texture of the head of Don’s, or other men’s for that matter, cock being this remarkably smooth and soft as Matt’s was.
I began sucking slightly, wrapping my tongue around the underside of the ridge that separated the shaft from the glans. I was moving my mouth up and down, taking only two to three inches of him into my mouth. I could feel his hips rock upward to meet my movements, trying to push deeper in my mouth. I resisted trying to take him deeper in my throat, preferring to stimulate the head using my lips and tongue.
Matt placed his hand on the back of my head and attempted to push my head further down so that his cock would be forced deeper into my throat.
I arched my head upwards, and took his cock out of my mouth, “Whoa there, you let me drive” I admonished. “You and I will both enjoy this a good deal more if you don’t try to force yourself down my throat, okay?”
The look on his face was priceless.
He nodded and simply said, “Yes, Ma’am.”
He hung his head slightly, embarrassed at being reprimanded like that. I had to smile at the absurdity of this situation. My boyfriend’s son was feeling badly after being chastised as I was sucking his cock.
“It’s okay baby. Just let me control the action, okay?”
And I leaned forward to kiss the head of his erect penis again. Only this time, I stroked downward with my fist, opening the tiny slit at the end of his urethra, and I inserted my tongue into the tiny hole at the tip. Matt literally shuttered with pleasure as a loud moan escaped from him.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” I asked, coyly.
“Oh god, yes!” he responded, arching his hips up again.
I repeated inserting the tip of my tongue into the opening of his urethra several times, evoking the same response each time. I would insert the tip of my tongue into the tiny slit, and then take the swollen glans into my mouth, sucking the head of his cock before taking his cock out of my mouth and then slowly inserting my tongue into his urethra again.
Matt was moaning loudly, as he massage my head while I teased his cock. I knew he was approaching his orgasm. His moans grew louder and louder, and he began arching his hips more violently.
I returned to taking a couple of inches of his glans and the upper shaft into my mouth, sucking on him, as I pumped the thick shaft with my tiny hand. Now Matt stopped moving his hips and just stiffened his thighs, allowing me to simply suck on his cock and pump the shaft more rapidly.
Within a few seconds, his breathing began to quicken and I knew instinctively that his arousal was increasing and he was approaching his climax. Matt was going to cum in a woman’s mouth for the first time; my mouth.
Normally, with any other man, I would stop sucking now and complete the job ‘manually’. I did not let men cum in my mouth, ever. In fact, unless they caught me by complete surprise, which happened two times in college, no man had cum in my mouth before this moment.
But for some strange reason, this was different, on many levels. I cannot explain why, but this was this young man’s very first blow job, and I wanted it to be special. And the thought of pulling away from his semen seemed far worse that ingesting it.
So I continued to stimulate the head of Matt’s cock with my lips and tongue while pumping the shaft. Suddenly he stiffened and let out a huge guttural groan as his large penis pulsed in my mouth.
Suddenly, a large rope of his semen erupted into my mouth. Its shear volume was somewhat overwhelming. I did something I never had done before; for the first time in my life, I attempted swallowing a man’s sperm. To my surprise, the taste of his semen was not at all offensive; in fact, I found he experience pleasant. But I struggled slightly to swallow the viscous volume of semen in my mouth from his initial ejaculation when his penis pulsed again, adding more ejaculate.
I simply could not swallow fast enough. I was forced to pull away as I choked the load in my mouth down. I continued to pump his shaft furiously, and more semen seeped from his opening, making his cock very slippery.
I kissed his penis several times before releasing his erection from my fist.
“Oh god, Cindy, thank you. That was wonderful,” Matt exclaimed with genuine appreciate.
“I am glad you enjoyed that. I enjoyed doing that for you,” I responded honestly. “I have a confession of sorts. That is the first time I have ever swallowed.”
“Seriously?” Matt said with a combination of skepticism and astonishment. “What made you decide to swallow now?”
“I don’t know. I really like you. And this was your first blow job, and I wanted it to be special.
I have never given anybody their very first blow job before. It just didn’t seem right to spit you out or pull away from your sperm. I wanted to take your semen inside me…inside my tummy. I can’t explain it, I just did.”
I looked at his large erection. It was still completely rigid. The thrill of sucking on Matt’s cock and swallowing his load had my clitoris on ‘high alert’. I could feel my pulse in my erect ‘little nubbins’. My vagina was leaking from my arousal, coating my inner thighs. I needed my own release now. I needed to cum.
“Do you need a rest? Or can you make love to me now?” I asked, hoping that this young seventeen year old lover had the stamina to keep going. His erection arched upward as I asked the question.
“Oh Cindy, I want to be inside you now. Please be my first,”
I nodded and laid on my back on the bed and beckoned my lover to approach me. He climbed between my knees, his cock bobbing up and down as he approached his target. I took the head and positioned it at my opening as I cautioned him, to enter me slowly. “You are a very ‘good sized man’, you have to let me adjust to your size, okay?”
He nodded as though he understood. And slowly he pushed forward.
I felt the large bulbous head attempt to wedge its way past the outer ring of my vaginal opening. I felt very full as he stretched me open to accommodate his girth. I pushed my hand against his stomach to keep him from plunging in further. “Easy baby, you don’t want to tear me down there. You are big man.”
He entered me about two inches. He was starting to hurt me. I was afraid he would tear my sensitive skin. I asked for a moment to adjust. “Oh baby, wait a second, give me a chance to get used to you,” I paused before continuing, “Matt, pull out for a second. Let me get something.”
Matt complied and I hopped up and retrieved a tube of K-Y lubricant from my suitcase. I squirted a dollop on my hand and put a generous amount on the glans and shaft of his large cock.
I laid back down, I kept my injured leg fairly straight, but brought the heel of my good leg up by my butt opening myself up, ready to accept my young lover.
“Okay, come here. And baby, go slow,” I said indicating I was prepared to have him inside me.
The head slid in nicely, but with about half of his thick cock inside me, I began to hurt again. I raised my hand to his abdomen to stop his penetration again. Matt seemed to understand and he stopped his forward progress, remaining still inside me except for the periodic pulsing of his cock. We remained motionless, partially coupled together, for about forty-five seconds, and I felt my vagina relax and open up a bit more.
“Okay, try stroking in and out of me slowly,” I instructed, as I pulled my hand away from his taut abdomen slightly giving Matt the signal that I was ready to be fed more of his cock.
I felt his cock pulse and arch slightly. The pulsing stretched me open a bit. I felt very full however, it actually felt good. I gave him a little vaginal squeeze in return, which caused him to pulse again.
I hugged him again, and then took my hand from his stomach and slid it to his hips where I could guide him forward. With the aid of the K-Y lubricant, he was able to enter me a bit more easily now.
He penetrated me another couple inch or so before I brought my hand back to his stomach to stop his progress again. I looked down and I could see that I had only taken a little more than half his length inside me so far. He felt much larger than I had anticipated; I was having to work him in gradually.
Matt was patient, and he resisted the urge to hurry the penetration along. I suspect part of his ability to control his desire to thrust into me was due to the fact that I had allowed him to cum in my mouth within the past fifteen minutes or so.
Matt then pulled out slightly and slowly pushed himself deeper inside me. He was slowly prying my vagina open to accommodate his cock. I was enjoying the slow, methodical intrusion with this wonderful virgin penis into my core.
I liked the feeling of fullness, and being stretched open that I was experiencing. This was turning out to be a very sexy, arousing and enjoyable morning.
After a few ‘in and out cycles’, with the help of the lubricant, Matt was able to fully impale me with his erection. As I became comfortable with his size, I raised my ‘uninjured’ leg up and wrapped it around him..
I was forced to keep my injured leg relatively straight on the bed.
“Matt, be careful not to get too rough with me. My leg is still very sore.”
I rested my one heel on his ass, and soon was encouraging his thrusts by spurring his ass forward with my heel. Matt took hold of my ankle and raised my injured leg up slowly, keeping it very straight, pulling it out slightly giving him full access to my inner core.
In this position, the head of his cock was striking deep inside me, hitting the front wall of my pussy, stimulating my g-spot.
“Oh damn, Matt, you are so deep inside me. God, can you feel how deep you are?” My voice started to quake with excitement.
This young stallion started fucking me with more vigor, pounding my pussy. He was pulling out and literally pounding his way back it with deep violent thrusts, punishing my insides as he drive me closer to my orgasm.
I was fully open and wet now. I could take all of his rigid cock. I was bucking up to meet his thrusts. I knew that I would cum soon if he kept this up. I wanted to climax with his erection pounding my core.
“Oh shit … baby… fuck me hard… shit you are going to get me. oh fuck me…”
In the safety of the condo, I did not need to be quiet, so I screamed as the pleasure built within me.
I bucked back to meet each thrust. I was taking all of him now. My one heel was digging into his firm buttocks, urging him to fuck me harder and deeper as Matt held my other, injured leg straight up.
I had moved past the point of being a kind and patient teacher. I was now ‘a wanton woman’ who want to cum with the rigid cock of a 17 year old lover punishing her pussy.
I was babbling incoherent nonsense as my orgasm overtook me. With my legs up, lifting my bottom off the bed, forcing my shoulders into the mattress as he pounded in and out of me, I lost it. I started to cum and lost all control of myself and this situation.
My pussy spasmed, my abdomen convulsed, and I nearly passed out from a massive orgasm that would not cease.
I did not recognize the sounds that emanated from my body and he thrust himself deep into me time after time after time.
I was pinned under him, I was helpless to resist this massive assault.
My pussy was spasming in orgasmic convulsions. My entire abdomen convulsed as wave upon wave of my orgasm quaked through me like powerful ocean waves crashing upon rocks.
And because he had recently cum, Matt seemed to have a staying power that defied all logic.
“Oh God… you have to stop… you have to let me stop cumming…” I screeched.
But my words seemed to merely encourage him… he pounded me harder. He seemed determined to give me a fuck I would never forget…
“Oh please…let me come down…” I managed to ‘hiss out’ between orgasms. “Baby please just cum in me.” I was begging.
My entire core convulsed, causing my vagina to grab his erection repeatedly in a series of wild spasms.
Suddenly Matt stiffened. His entire body seemed to quiver as he pressed himself deep inside me. I could feel his erection swell slightly and pulse. I looked up at him. His face contorted.
I knew he was ejaculating. His pelvis pressed firmly against mine as his penis pulsed inside me. I knew he was unloading his sperm inside me. I lay there panting as he completed the erotic coupling with his teacher.
Finally, he lowered my injured leg and collapsed on me, his cock still buried inside of my womb. His face buried in my breasts as we lay there panting, sweating but still coupled together. I reached up and caressed his head as he laid across my chest.
“Matt, that was magnificent… you were fantastic. You made me cum so hard… you are a marvelous lover… ”
We laid together, still coupled together, his cock pulsing inside me, as we fought to catch our breath. Our chests were slippery with sweat from the passionate and wild fucking we had just experienced. I caressed him as he rested his head on my breasts, and I savored the post-coital bliss of having his large erection remain deep in my womb.
I was confident that this was not the final coupling I would enjoy with this young stallion!
