My First Fuck – A Tale From John
This was a story of my school life which I haven’t shared with anyone before. It was a couple of years ago. Loads of my classmates used to say that how smart and cute a bloke I am. Well, most of the time I would notice ladies’ eyes fixing on me and there had to be something about that.
I’d like to tell you guys my first encounter with my first girlfriend Rebecca. We studied together in school. Words aren’t quite enough to describe her: she was bloody hot pepper! She was as sexy as all your dirty dreams might fancy about. One of my old bad habits was to lift her skit while chatting to my mate at the back bench and she didn’t seem bothered by that at all. Whenever I had a glimpse of her sexy thighs, it really turned me on and I never attempt to hide my stiffy under my trousers. I knew she enjoyed watching it too.
It was a Saturday morning, everyone was out and she agreed to pay a visit to my place. The first thing I said upon her arrival was I wanted to see her naked. She naughtily laughed at me. Out of the blue, she just took her top out and much to my surprise she was wearing absolutely no bra. My cock was predictably getting so hard with my every breath. In fact, it was more than ready to tear my trackies off and break free in the air! I didn’t hesitate to give her the best fuck she could ever imagine. She helped me undo all my clothes.
My cock was and is still about 7 inches long. It wasn’t massive if I must be honest but it sure was big enough to fuck her nuts out. I forced my way into her tight pussy, she shouted like mad, as it apparently was quite painful for her. She moaned as it was her first fuck but I just knew this little slut was no virgin. I fucked Rebecca exactly the way I wanted, time and again I would pull out to shag her between tits, making them glisten with her own juices.
I would then get back to fucking her pussy. Really I could tell she was in hell. Well, that was the scenery! After about a quarter an hour of this hardcore session, I couldn’t hold back and just exploded inside her cunt. We could both feel that my cum really did fill her hole. It was my first fuck but one of the best ever. Brilliant stuff!
Sex In The Shower
Grant had fell asleep and was waken up by the sound of the shower running next door. He crept towards the room and carefully peered through the small gap in the door. He saw Steph washing herself on the reflection on the mirror. The sponge was gliding over her amazing body, the bubbles sliding down her firm round arse. With elegance, she turned around showing a full view as the sponge washed her tits with the other hand, gently rubbing the suds off over her lovely skin. Her sexy hand slid down her tummy and her fingers thoroughly cleaned her pussy as her legs parted. Grant quickly undressed watching in awe her every move, his cock growing bigger and bigger watching the water trickle down her fantastic body.
He opened the door and Steph just looked and smiled. Sure enough he wasted no time in climbing into the shower and started kissing her softly on the lipp, with both his hands feeling the very curves of her fine body. His arms now wrapped around her body, stroking up her sexy back, then back down to her peachy arse. His hands then drifted lower as he kissed his way to her boobs, stroking her wet pussy right from behind. She lifted one of her legs onto the side of the both before taking his head in her hands to lower him. He explored further down as she pushed. As she widened her legs, Steph couldn’t resist forcing his mouth to her swelling cunt.
He did a lot of licking and sucking on her clit as the water trickled to his rather busy tongue. As she came, her grip tightened around his dickhead. She grabbed him and lifted him gently. Steph kissed Grant on the lips and started lowering herself, kissing all over his body. Predictably, his cock just pulsated with absolute delight as she kissed her way to his thighs and tickled his sack with her right hand. She grabbed his rock hard cock very firmly and began playing. Her hand worked on the base of his dick while she sucked on the head with hunger. As his tensed more and more, she gripped tightly and vigorously wanked him off, opening her hot mouth wide as the juice load spurted out spilling all over her face and onto her bouncing boobs.
Virtual Sex To Reality
Thanks to the Internet, I got to know one lovely lady. It’s a long story but we ended having virtual sex. We then decided to swap photos and meet for the real thing. Upon the arrival of her photo, I became literally speechless – all this time I had sex with my own mother-in-law!
Anyway I did still email her my picture and expect a massive row but no such thing happened, thankfully. However, she since stopped visiting the site and for a long time at home she made it clear she didn’t want to say nothing about it.
A couple of weeks later, when it was time to visit the country she came up and said to me she was proper looking forward to teaching me a thing or two but ini sharp contrast to the previous experience in that I would be able not just to watch but take part as well.
When we got down to have a proper chat, I was shocked to find out that she’d known about my peeping but didn’t say a word. She’d also known about me wanking while watching her! After the sunset, we had dinner and drank some wine. I was going to bed but my cock wouldn’t let me.
As usual, she went verandah. I was just lying on bed having no idea how to come to the same keyhole I’d looked into in the past. However, when I accidentally heard moaning, I could no longer lie still. I took my boxers off and looked into the keyhole. I was mesmerised by what I saw. In about 15 inches from the keyhole, I saw her gaping pussy and a huge dildo inside it. I started shagging my pillow when she suddenly came in.
She didn’t say nothing and sat on my face. I could now smell every bit of her. I was on the brink of cumming but restrained with maximum will. She’s sat on me and pouring her warm juices on my face. When she pushed my pillow away and began deep-throating my cock I couldn’t hold it in anymore and came right into her mouth.
She didn’t swallow it. Instead, she turned round before lowering on my now limp cock trying to help it into her pussy. She bent to me and started kissing me. Sure enough, my own spunk was flowing back into my mouth and she went the extra mile and spread my cum all over my face. I was gobsmacked. Everything was happening just like in the virtual sex!
The Ultimate Date – A Girl’s Tale
Always the prefect gentleman he was off the bike before walking to the door. But as our hormones were pretty much in rage, it was wise not to let him in. Nevertheless, he held me tight and gave a rather passionate and wet kiss that just made me melt. With his big arm around me, he quickly led me to the bike before we two got on. When he started the engine, the vibration nearly made me cum.
I had absolutely no idea where he was taking me or what exactly we were going to do. But I just didn’t really care. Before long, we ended up under a tree with a blanket and a basket. On the white blanket sat a cool kite. We flew the kite before eating blue cheese sandwiches and walkers crisps.
We wasted no time in laying back on the blanket so we could watch the lovely clouds. He leant over and started kissing me. I lifted up for another kiss but for some reason he pulled my hair aside before kissing the back of my neck. He spent minutes kissing my neck, massaging my shoulder and kissing my back. Then before I knew it, his big warm hands made their way to my boobs, taking off my bra and shirt. Sure enough, he began to massage and roll my hot nipples between his fine figures squeezing. He knew exactly what drove me nuts.
He lowered himself upon me and took my face in hands with a kiss that was warm and sensual. He went on to spread my legs with his. Slowly and gently, he entered me. He penetrated me deep, then fast, taking my every breath and making me spin in pain and pleasure. Thrusting me harder and faster lifting my legs on his chest making my pussy so real tight. I could feel the veins in his rock-hard cock pulsating and it gave me the biggest orgasm ever, filling my wet pussy with warm juices. Our juices in fact became one. After a minute inside me, he finally let my legs go and kissed me softly on the lips. It was the best ever date for me ….
Fetish Wear – Modesty?
This post was born originally out of my prolonged frustration with the old argument that us men can’t quite control the lust aroused by such visual images as clad or nude women. Obviously, this is plain false, and not worthy of further argument.
That said, the main reason I refuse to buy into such a claim seems even more interesting. I don’t lust after women because of their clothing and now I’m trying my best not to be narcissistic. I’m also not going to say everybody is or ought to be like me. Yet, I can only view the beautiful world through the lens of my experience and as a result my personal perception takes me in a somewhat different direction from the media-led mainstream.
Again, I could be an exception. But it often gets me thinking: I find any sort of clothing particularly attractive only when worn by attractive girls, typically those with great bodies and pretty minds. And it makes perfect sense: almost anything is sexy if associated with somebody one personally finds attractive.
So it seems that those calling for a greater degree of modesty tend to reach the opposite conclusion that sexual attractiveness is defined by what you wear, not who you are. Implicit in the popular argument that blokes harass or leer because they find some kind of clothing arousing is, of course, that they wouldn’t have been interested in the first place if it wasn’t for the sexy clothing in question.
Now then, what is it called when you can’t get aroused without a specific clothing stimulus. That’s right, it’s a fetish. I’ll say it one more time that a demand for modesty will only make sense if and when made by guys who fetishise girls’ clothing.
And I now realise that not all men are the same. Generalising about men’s sexuality based solely on my experience would be outrageously foolish. But it got me wondering again, are all men really as clothing focused as claimed by the conservatives? Well, my very own suspicion is that the social presumption that all men, by default, are sexually aroused by certain types of clothing is likened to one of patriarchal gender-role things. So I’d like to hear from the men reading this blog: tell us about what clothing you find particularly attractive, on whom and why. Thanks!
