I stood in front of you naked for the first time. I was reluctant and shy. We had dated for six weeks. You fingered my pussy on the first date. It’s funny that you thought I was easy, but I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin.
*****
I met you at my cousin’s wedding. I was a bridesmaid, and you were a casual friend of the groom. I have shoulder-length red hair with loose bangs. I have a boyish figure, other than big boobs. My face is plain but soft and smooth. My green eyes are big, with gold flakes in them. I have a soft, mousy voice. I looked lost in the crowd of laughter and joy. I was afraid of crowds. I always feel that people are judging me or expecting me to fuck up.
I just stood in the corner, slumping and wringing my hands. You were not in a suit and tie like the other men. You were wearing a pullover sweater that accentuated your muscular shoulders, chest, and biceps. Your faded blue jeans were tight. Your ass was perfect, and your bulge was prominent. You walked confidently towards me, staggering like John Wayne.
You were carrying two champagne glasses and handed me one as you approached me. “I hate big crowds too,” you said with a deep Irish accent. Your straight white teeth glimmered like a movie star, and your deep blue eyes cut right through me. “I’m Sean. I’m a friend of Jason. I met him in Afghanistan as the UK troops and US troops patrolled together. Yes, I’m Irish, but we serve in the military with the Britts”
We stood in that corner for about an hour, talking until it was time for garter removal and bouquet-throwing. I made sure I was way in the back of the group of single ladies that gathered to catch the bouquet. Luckily, it did not come anywhere near me.
I was waiting outside for a taxi when you spotted me and called out, ” Oi, Meg! I’ll ring you tomorrow, eh!” I had reluctantly given you my cell number. Not that I didn’t like you, It just that no one had asked for it before.
I had a terrible headache the next morning. I normally don’t drink, but those two glasses of champagne I had gave me a hangover. I still lived with my mom and dad in my childhood room. Both my younger sister and brother were married with children. I soaked in the tub full of bubbles, feeling like an old maid. My large breasts floated above the bubbles, and the air-conditioning made my nipples hard. I ran my fingers through my long, wild red bush and thought of you. I rarely touch myself down there, as afterwards I thought everyone knew.
I sank down in the tub a little deeper and slightly spread my legs. My hand gently rubbed over my mound. My mouth opened to moan, and I started coughing as I inhaled some bubbles. I felt so stupid, but I pressed a little harder, and two fingers spread my outer folds. I hated how my pussy looked. That is one reason I didn’t trim my bush. My inner lips were long at the top of my slit and tapered down as it went towards my pink entrance. They were perfectly symmetrical with each other.
At the very top of my slit was a small tubular membrane that covered my sensitive love button. I have had my button exposed from its hood only a few times, and I have made myself climax with my fingers.
My cell rang, and the caller ID said unknown caller. It was a foreign phone number. I hoped it was you, and I was so excited that I didn’t notice that it was a FaceTime call. I answered, and you had a big grin on your face. I was horrified because I could see myself in the little picture with bubbles in my hair, without makeup, and my tits were poking out of the bubbles. I quickly hung up. “Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed into my hands as I covered my face.
The phone immediately rang back as a regular phone call. “Hey Meg, I thought I’d give you a ring this morning to see if you would go out to dinner and dancing tonight,” you asked. You mentioned nothing about the first call.
“Um, sure. Pick me up around six. I’ll text you my address,” I replied.
“Great, see you then,” you said and hung up. My fingers went back down to my pussy, and I exposed my clit. I rubbed it with one hand, and with the other hand, I sank two fingers into the entrance. I climaxed immediately.
At breakfast, my mom said that I looked like I was glowing. I knew it! She knows when I masturbate. My face turned red, and I just ate the eggs, sausage, and toast that were on my plate.
I put on my blue laced bra and panty set. The bra had roses embroidered on each outer cup, and the panties had a rose embroidered on the lower front. The bra pushed my big natural boobs up. With the support, my heavy boobs hung down a bit. I trimmed my wild bush. I cut it short and shaved it into a small triangle. I shaved all the hair on my mound as well. I slipped on a bright yellow sundress, whose hem fell just below my knees. On my feet, I wore brown sandals with criss-crossing straps about four inches above my ankle.
At six, the doorbell rang, and of course, my parents answered the door. My mother was fawning all over you, and before I could get my purse and come to the door, my dad had already grilled you for information. He found out that you are single and never married; Thirty years old; a structural engineer; you have six months left on your visa; you are Irish; ex-military; and you think I am pretty, smart, and funny.
You were wearing tight jeans again, but this time with a short-sleeve button-down dress shirt with the shirt tail out. When I saw your eyes and big smile, I almost wet my panties. I apologized to you for my parents, and off we went.
You surprised me by driving a king cab four-wheel-drive pickup truck. The bench seats were big enough to lie down on. I sat right next to you as you drove us to an expensive, fancy Italian restaurant. I am not dainty when it comes to eating. I ate everything: the salad, garlic bread dipped in olive oil, Alfredo on pasta with andouille sausage, and a big slice of cheesecake for dessert. We shared an entire bottle of wine, so before we left, I had to pee. I realized I had eaten so much that now I felt bloated, plus I’m due to start my period in a day or two.
I pulled down my panties and pulled my dress up around my waist. I didn’t even sit down all the way before a stream of pee shot out of me. I peed for over a minute, then I surprisingly let out a huge loud fart. It startled me; it was so loud. The lady in the stall next to me said, “Oh goodness! Are you all right, dear?” I assured her I was, wiped myself dry, and got dressed. But I waited until the lady had washed her hands and exited the door before I came out of the stall. I washed my hands and walked back to the table where you were standing, waiting for me. You smiled and joked, “I thought you may have fallen in and that I was going to have to come get you.” I turned red and smiled.
You had already paid, so we made our way outside and to your truck. Once inside, I confided in you that I was feeling a little bloated and that my TMJ was acting up, causing all my muscles in my body to tense up. “Could we not go dancing and just drive down to the park and talk?” I asked. I just knew I was wrecking this date.
“Sure, darlin’, we can do that,” you replied. We drove in silence for fifteen minutes. I almost started crying as I knew I would never see you again after tonight. We reached the park, and you pulled over by the lake. “Here, let me sort things out for ya.” You leaned against your door with your right leg stretched across the back of the seat and your left leg on the floor. You pulled me almost onto your lap with my back to you. You sat me up straight.
You pressed your thumbs on the back of my neck and pushed inward on my jawbone with your fingers. My jaw popped into alignment, and all my muscles eased up. You massaged my jaw and then the back of my neck. It felt so good and relaxing. There was no talking, just me moaning as your hands worked my shoulders and upper arms. Your hands worked down my spine and to my lower back. I was totally relaxed, and all the pain and muscle tension were gone.
I leaned back onto your muscular chest, and you wrapped your arms around me. Your hands fell onto my lap, and I spread my legs. You rubbed my bare thighs and worked your way under my dress. One hand rubbed my stomach, and the other palmed my mound over my panties. You traced the embroidered rose on my panties with your finger.
Your hand pushed over my vulva, splitting my outer lips. Moisture seeped through my panties. I had never been touched by another person like this. The hand that was on my stomach slipped under the waistband of my panties. The fingers raked through my newly trimmed bush. You rubbed the shaft of my clit until you found the button. I moaned loudly in your ear. I didn’t give you permission, but I allowed it as I needed the intimacy from another person. My shyness kept me lonely. I’m so happy that it was you who first touched me. Your thumb stayed firm on my button as two fingers slid between my pussy lips into my pink opening. The way I moaned invited you in. They sank deep into my pussy; a foreign feeling I never had before. Your two fingers stretched me more than my fingers have.
You nibbled on my ear as I panted heavily. Your fingers worked expertly in and out of my wet pussy as your thumb electrified my clit. Embarrassing, wet squelchy sounds came from between my legs. I turned my face up to meet yours, and your tongue pushed in between my lips. My body spasmed as we kissed, and my mouth fell wide open as I silently screamed into your mouth.
My climax would not halt, not as long as your thumb remained on my clit. My body jerked uncontrollably, and I pleaded, “Please, enough! Oh God, I can’t stop cumming. Please, please, please!” You withdrew your hand and brought it to our mouths.
My sticky nectar dripped into our mouths. I was never adventurous enough before to taste myself. I thought it was an odd taste, somewhat musty and bland. Then you stuck one finger in my mouth and one in yours. I hoped you didn’t think I tasted bad, but you sucked your finger clean of my nectar and made yummy sounds. I licked the finger in my mouth clean as well. We kissed again, and my embarrassment got the best of me, and I asked you to take me home.
It has been four days, and you haven’t texted or called. I still feel your fingers inside me. Tears are falling down my cheeks. I think you are mad because I did not return the favor. I texted, “I’m sorry!”
Two long hours later, you reply: “For what?”
“Pick me up at ten Friday night, and I will show you,” I replied. I got a thumbs-up emoji from you. I had three days to watch porn and learn how to give a hand job and a blowjob.
You showed up right on time. We drove to the same spot as last time. I was wearing a halter top without a bra. If I raised my arm just a little, the bottoms of my breasts would show. This time I had on jeans as well.
I leaned over and kissed you. “I felt embarrassed. I couldn’t handle you thinking that I smelled bad or tasted bad. I was ashamed I came so hard,” I confessed.
You replied, “You tasted perfect. Your aroma was intoxicating. I can’t wait to taste you properly.”
I put my finger over your lips to shush you. My other hand was working the snap of your pants above your zipper. I unzipped you and tugged your jeans. You helped by raising up. I just stared right at it. Your flaccid, circumcised cock was inches from my face. Your trimmed dark pubes were very short. I lifted your limp dick up with my thumb and forefinger. I know you could feel my hot breath on it. I kissed your lips and slipped my tongue into your mouth. You breathed heavily through your nose, and your cock started stiffening. I lowered my face close again to watch the transformation.
Your cock thickened and grew in my hand as I just slightly tightened my grip and pumped it a few times. Blue veins protruded from the shaft as a big, thick vein grew on the bottom of your shaft. Your handsome cock grew to over seven inches long and thickened so that there was half an inch between my thumb and forefinger.
Your heart was pounding in your chest. It only increased when I pulled my halter top off, and my big titties lay heavily against my chest. I had tan quarter-sized areolas with little button nipples. You latched on with both hands and thumbed my nipples. I moaned as my mouth encased the tip of your cock. My hand moved up and down your shaft as my tongue rimmed the head.
You pushed your hips up into the air and moaned my name, “Meg. Oh God, you don’t have to.” The texture and firmness of your cock felt surreal. The taste of your cockhead was that of nothingness until you leaked your salty pre-cum over my tongue. “Oh, fuck yeah!” you grunted as I squeezed harder and stroked faster. My mouth slipped further down your shaft about two inches. That was all I was going to take you in my mouth the first time for us, and the first time for me ever.
My breasts hurt as you squeezed them hard when you arched your back. My hand and jaw grew tired as it had been over five minutes. Fluids soaked my panties, but this wasn’t about me.
I glanced up, and your eyes looked desperate. Your cock pulsed in my mouth, and you pushed my head down so that your cockhead hit the back of my mouth, past my uvula. You grunted, and your warm, creamy cum filled my mouth. I was so excited and proud. The texture was thick, and the taste was strangely tangy and salty. I swallowed all of your output and pulled off, sucking hard to clean up any residue. I learned that from the videos.
“You were fantastic, Meg. God, I’m so in love with you,” you said. I know you slipped up, and I know it was just a reaction after climaxing. But that was the first time I had ever heard those words spoken to me. You saw the look of fear and disbelief on my face. You grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. You could taste yourself as your tongue explored my mouth. You broke the kiss off and put your forehead to mine. “I mean it, Meg, I love you. I fell for you that first day at your cousin’s wedding.”
Tears fell from my eyes. I searched your eyes to see if this was really real. Could anyone love plain me, especially a man as handsome and smart as you? Finally, I squeaked out, “I love you too, Sean.”
*******
Now, a few weeks later, my parents have gone on vacation for a week. I left the front door open for you, and I can hear the treads on the stairs creak as you slowly come up to my room. I stood in front of you, naked and shy. No man has ever seen me fully exposed like this. My big breasts are lying on my chest, and my hands cover my intimate parts between my legs.
I want to run and hide, but I just stand here shaking, waiting for something, anything to break my awkwardness. You remove your shirt, kick off your shoes, and socks. “Don’t hide from me, Meg. You are beautiful,” you whisper.
My hands drop to the side, and I slightly spread my legs. I turned my head away as I can’t watch you judge me, but then, with all my might, I turned and looked you in the eye. You have a hunger in your eyes as you marvel at my red triangular bush. My long inner lips drop lower than my pussy outer folds.
You step out of your pants, and your hard cock points right at me. God, I love the way your cock looks. I could almost feel it in my mouth and in my hand. We step towards each other and kiss. My breasts press into your chest, and your cock presses into my soft belly. You gently shove me onto my childhood bed and kneel between my fleshy thighs.
I put my hands over my eyes, as I know you can see every bump and flaw on my pussy. Your lips kiss my inner thighs, and your tongue slips over my puffy outer folds. You kiss and lick both sides equally. I can smell my essence wafting up to my nose and can only imagine how strong I smell with your nose right there. Your lips nibble on my long, floppy pussy flaps, sucking up any moisture that may have built up on them.
Even though my eyes are still covered, I am softly moaning with every movement of your mouth. The tip of your tongue touches my clit. I hate the way my clit looks, as it looks like a little cockhead on my small tubular hood. You pull my clit and tube fully into your mouth and apply a hard sucking pressure. Your cunnilingus expertise made me cum already. You dropped with your tongue to catch my sticky nectar.
Some of my nectar escaped and dripped down to my anus. You pushed my legs into the air, thus pushing my ass up off the bed. You started licking my anus. It felt so good, but I was horrified that your tongue touched my nasty hole. “Sean, stop! That’s too naughty.” I moaned. I can’t believe I just said naughty. Before I could push you away, your tongue pushed into my asshole. I moaned and squealed and came again.
You moved back up to my pussy and lapped up my nectar again, then licking deep inside my pink opening.”Fuuuck!” I screamed as I climaxed again.
You kissed your way up my body, stopping only to suck my titties for a moment. You had every nerve in my body on high alert. We kissed deeply. I wrapped my legs around your waist. The head of your cock slightly pushed into my pussy.
“Make love to me, Sean. Take my innocence and make me yours,” I whispered. Jesus, that was corny. You slowly pushed your wide girth into me. It was magical — the stretch, the fullness, then snap. A sharp pain made me cry out. It only lasted for a moment, but it took my breath away. A small amount of my blood ran out of my pussy and onto the sheets. With it, ran out all my fears, shyness, nonconfidence, and inhibitions. Suddenly, my sexuality took over, and I wanted your cock inside me. Inside me and fucking me hard.
You slowly pushed your cock all the way in. When you were in, I started bucking my hips and fucking you with all I had. It took you by surprise, and you slipped out of me. I rolled you over and straddled you. I grabbed your wet cock and pushed it back into me. I held on to your strong pecs and ground my pussy into you. I was grunting and moaning. You thrust your cock deep into me, trying to match my quick pace. You filled me up completely, and I could feel every vein and ridge of your cock. My breasts were flailing wildly as we pounded each other.
I let out a scream and flooded you with my white sticky goo. You grunted and spread your creamy man seed deep inside me. I collapsed on your chest.
Six months later, we are living in a little farmhouse outside of Derry, Ireland. We have been married for three months, and I have been pregnant for two.
