I would go so far as to call myself a very attractive and sexy girl, by many standards I am such. Fair, slightly tall and perfectly moderate in terms of body size. My greatest assets would be my boobs and an ass that makes you understand why God created women in the first place. I am shy as a bird but can be quite wild when I get really comfortable with you. So that is pretty much what you need to know about me that concerns my story.
I am a fourth year law student and fairly intelligent. I am no scholar but I get the grades needed to scale through any exams. I met my current boyfriend when I was in my first year and he was in his third year. Not to sound cynical, but it was not a typical “love at first sight” relationship like you see in the movies but we have been together ever since. We love each other like there is no else in the world but just the two of us, and our love grows stronger every day.
We had sex a year after we started dating, he was very patient and did not rush me since I was a virgin and all. It was not what I thought it would be like but hey, whose first time ever is. It was painful at first but he was really sweet, asking me if was okay every step of the way which helped to cushion the pain.
It was on Valentine’s Day, I know it sounds corny but that was it. We went out to the movies and funny enough the movie Valentine’s Day was what was on the big screen that week. Afterwards, we took a little walk and got something to eat and we then went to his place. Okay, it was not planned but we both knew where the night was headed.
We talked for a while then we started kissing, my heart was beating so fast it was as if it was out of my chest, he asked me if I was ready and I nodded in silent acquiescence. He slowly removed my clothes, kissed me some more, kissed and gently nibbled on my neck. He then fondled my breasts and suckled on them like a little child (guys and breasts, only God knows…), concentrating intently on my nipples, I was already soaking wet and the sweet aroma of my pussy juice filled the room and then for the shocker, he went “downstairs”.
I wanted to ask him what he was doing but before I could say anything he went to work and it was heavenly with blood rushing to all my entrails. I held onto his head tightly and told him not to stop whilst calling God’s name in all the languages I know. He was very experienced and clearly knew what he was doing. I have never had an orgasm before but when I did have one, I knew right there and then that I wanted to have one every day for the rest of my life.
When he was done I knew instinctively that I ought to return the favour. It was the first cock I ever saw and I was left in awe on how a small little appendage could get so big within a few seconds (God really is a master creator). I gently kissed the head of his cock and he moaned gently. Then I placed it in my mouth inch by inch all the while bobbling in a to and fro motion, pre-cum oozed out of his cock and I licked every bit of it. I continued sucking and licking his cock in every conceivable manner my young and inexperienced mind could muster. I licked his balls and I vividly remembered him moaning a little louder.
I continue sucking and I noticed that his hands were on my head and he held strongly while pushing his whole cock into my mouth, I felt as if I could not breathe and was choking when he came in my mouth. I was frozen for a second contemplating what just happened, the salty viscous liquid was in my mouth and for the life of me I did not know what to do whether to spit out or to swallow. I opted for the second option and in one swift move, I gulped all the cum down my throat.
Finally for the big moment, he gently slid into me, it helped a little that I was already soaking wet from the mind blowing orgasm he gave me but the pain was hard to ignore. As he thrusted, I held tightly onto him trying not to shout loud enough for his neighbours to hear, all the while reminding myself that he loved me. As luck would have it, he didn’t go on for long and it was over. I wanted to stand up and use the bathroom but I couldn’t walk, he then carried me to the bathroom and left me to wash up. I cried for a good five minutes that after twenty years, it was finally gone. Once again I consoled myself in the fact that he loved me and would do anything for me.
The following times were still pretty painful but after a while I was… how do I put this delicately? Open enough to accept anything that was coming my way, and then I enjoyed sex as much as the next girl — wanting and having it anytime and every time I could. I felt remorseful at first being in church every Sunday after what I have done the past week but the fun of it was too hard to ignore.
After a while, I got pretty good at it, I could suck dick like a pro and make him cum in minutes, swallowing his cum was still pretty uncomfortable but luckily he found some articles online about how to make your cum taste sweet and it worked.
We did every style we could imagine from the ubiquitous missionary to cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, wheelbarrow, scissors, spooning and so much more. We were ready to try anything and being two horny, love drunken people that were exactly what we did.
But then everything changed…