My Very First Time - Part 4

Vatsa,

Yes, pictures will have to wait until either next weekend, or a night this week when my husband is away from the house.

But on to Doug...

Since I was living in Monterey and going to school there, and Doug lived in the City, we didn't see each other as much as either of us would have liked. So, when he did come down for the weekend, it was usually a frenzied time, both of us trying to get as much of each other as we could in a short period of time.

It was another late night, we had been drinking with Josh but Josh had long since taken off (he understandably got tired of feeling like a third wheel). When it came to Doug and I there was one constant--liquor. I favored Bushmills Irish Whiskey and Doug favored tequila. We were once again in his father's house, drinking shots in the kitchen, me sitting on the island and Doug standing closed, pressed between my legs. We would do a shot and then kiss. Our tongues tangling, me sucking his tongue deep into my mouth and gently clamping my teeth, trapping his tongue stud, and his tongue, in my mouth for a few moments. He would be drawing circles with his fingers on the inside of my thighs, occasionally brushing them against the crotch of my satin panties.

We did a few less shots than normal that night, so neither of us was exceptionally drunk, just slightly inebriated. We fumbled with each other's clothes as we made our way to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind us while stripping off all of our clothes. I loved the look, and feel, of Doug's body. He always reminded me of a Greek warrior and I relished the opportunity to run my hands all over his body. With all of the fooling around we'd already done, I had yet to really do more than brush my fingers against his cock. We made out, he would go down on me, we'd make out some more, and we'd sleep together in his bed but I'd never really explored his cock.

He stripped off his boxer-briefs and asked me to please touch him, please. He gently took my hand and moved it towards his cock, wrapping my fingers around it before removing his hand. Stroke it, he said, and I did, tentatively, nervously, moving my hand up and down his shaft. As I said, he had an average length but his cock was so WIDE. I couldn't fully wrap my fingers around it, it was so wide.

He groaned as my hand moved on his shaft. His fingers dove into my hair, and he started to nuzzle my neck, licking and sucking my earlobe. Moaning my name, telling me how good my hand felt on him, how much he'd dreamed of having me touch him. I continued to stroke him, running my thumb over the ring piercing through the head of his cock, marveling at it, wondering why in the earth someone would do that to themselves.

After a few minutes, his hands tightened in my hair, he was sucking on my neck (ended up with quite the hickey the next day) and he groaned my name, telling me that he would cum if I kept stroking him with my hand and that he really wanted to taste me.

I laid back on the bed and spread my legs wide--being a dancer, I could spread my legs very, very wide, and he settled himself in between them and started to lick, and suck, and torment my pussy.

He was lacking his usual finesse that night, eating me out with an intense ferocity, obviously determined to drag an orgasm from me. While his face was buried in my pussy, he started shifting his body, angling his crotch closer to me, his cock almost bumping into my hand. Touch me, Camella, he pleaded from between my legs. Touch me while I taste you.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began stroking him while his tongue stroked deep into my cunt. Even though I wasn't getting as turned on from the oral as usual, the combination of feeling his tongue rubbing my clit, plunging into my pussy, while my hand pumped his hard, throbbing cock, absolutely drove me wild. I loved feeling his cock quiver, and jump in my hand, his low moans while his tongue probed my cunt. I came quickly, much sooner than either of us expected, I'm sure.

"Oh god, Camella..." He gave my pussy one last, long lick before pulling himself up, covering my slim body with his broad one, kissing me deeply, loving how much I loved tasting myself on his lips, and chin, licking my cum from inside his mouth. Running my tongue over his face, licking my cum off him. His cock was still hard and it was pressed against my pussy. As we kissed, he began to slowly rock his hips, rubbing his cock over my pussy, drenching it with my cum.

"You feel so good, Camella. Oh... god... so... good," he moaned in between kisses. Our kisses deepened, his hips rocking a bit more, his cock pressing between the lips of my pussy, rubbing against my clit. Our tongues plunging deep into each other's mouth while he rocked and rubbed his cock against my swollen, wet pussy.

He broke off the kiss to lick and suck my earlobe. "Please Camella," he moaned in my ear. "Please... I just want to be inside you for a little bit. I need to feel you around me. I need to be in you... just for a minute... just to feel you... please Camella please..."

While he was pleading with me, his hand slid down my body, his fingers rubbed my clit and it felt so good. His fingers and his cock rubbing my pussy at the same time, and he moved his fingers towards my cunt, slowly pushing one into me. Moving it in and out of me.

"Please Camella... please... I need you, Camella..." I wasn't ready yet to have sex but his pleading was weakening my resolve. And his fingers and cock felt so damn good against my pussy, his fingers gently stretching my cunt, silently begging me to say yes.

(Quick interjection: I was on the pill and Doug had been recently tested for all STD's. So, I wasn't worried about the lack of condom. I'd told Doug at the beginning of our affair that I wouldn't even think about having sex with him until he got an STD test, so he went and got tested and showed me the results. So, I wasn't worried about catching something from him, and being on the pill, I didn't worry about conceiving, either.)

"I'm not ready to have sex yet, Doug," I whispered.

"I know. Just let me feel you. Just let me inside for a little bit. I'll stop if it hurts..."

"Promise?"

"God, yes. Anything. Please, Camella..."

His body was tense over mine, waiting for my response, his fingers not moving, his hips not rocking, his entire being paused, waiting for me.

"Alright.. for just a few minutes... just to... see how it feels." I was so nervous that the words were a faint whisper.

"Oh god, CAMELLA.... He groaned my name loudly, swooping his mouth towards mine for a deep, passionate kiss, while he positioned his cock at the opening of my cunt. I felt it pressing there, the metal ring cold against my hot sex, the head of his cock so unbelievably huge. He stayed just outside the opening of my cunt for a few minutes, almost as if he couldn't believe I'd actually said yes, since he'd been begging me for this for weeks.

He groaned my name again and started pushing his cock into me. The full, wide head of his cock pushing open my tight cunt and it immediately began to hurt and he could tell because I suddenly tensed up.

"Relax, baby, relax. It will be easier if you relax. Please Camella... you feel so damn good..."

I tried to relax but I was just so nervous. He was moving with such tenderness, going slowly so as not to overwhelm me, but his patience had the down-side of giving me time to think, and to get nervous. To second-guess my "Yes" and wonder if I should have said "No."

He pushed his cock a bit further into my cunt. Stretching it so much because I was so very, very tight. He kept murmuring in my ear, telling me how good I felt, how many times he'd fantasized about this moment, how I was so so tight and how the reality was so much better than the fantasy. His hands roamed all over my body, caressing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, until he slipped a hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit with his thumb.

He hadn't pushed his cock in further, he'd gotten the full mushroom head of it into my cunt and was just holding it there while his thumb rubbed my clit and his mouth sucked and nibbled on my neck. Finally his ministrations on my clit started to work and my hips started to slowly gyrate, my arousal returning and burning off some of my nervousness.

"That's it, baby. God... you feel so good... so amazing..." He slowly began pressing his cock deeper into my cunt. His thumb still rubbing my clit, distracting me from the pain of my tight cunt being stretched wide by his cock. He was still sucking and nibbling on my neck, murmuring in my ear how incredibly tight I was and how amazing it felt. How he'd been waiting for this for so, so long and that he wanted to take it slow so he could remember everything.

But the deeper he pushed his cock into my cunt, the more uncomfortable it became. He was just so very wide, and I was so very tight. Even though I had a few vibrators, none of them came close to having the width of Doug's cock. In fact, it would take two of my vibrators together to equal the width of his cock. Even my body seemed so slim compared to his ruggedness. My slim hips, my firm dancer's body, feeling like I was being impaled on a sword as his cock pressed into my cunt.

I started whimpering a bit. He was pushing into me so slowly, trying to give me the chance to get used to the feeling of being stretched by his cock, he was murmuring in my ear how sexy I was, how tight I was, how much he wanted me, his thumb delicately rubbing my clit, desperately trying to keep me aroused.

But the further he pressed his cock into my cunt, the more it hurt. He'd only gotten half-way into my cunt and already I felt like I couldn't take any more.

And he could tell. My whimpers had gotten louder, a bit more ragged, the pain of being stretched wide by his cock coating each whimper.

"Please, Camella. Oh god, please, just a little bit longer..." He was definitely begging. He'd stopped pushing his cock into my cunt, he shifted his head to give me a tender kiss. Sucking my lower lip into his mouth, gently running his tongue over it.

"Please, Camella...." I loved kissing him so much, and I continued to kiss him, taking it from tender to passionate and he took that as permission to try to push a little further into my cunt.

But he'd lost quite a bit of his control by this point and he pushed deeper than I think he intended to... he'd plunged his cock deep into my cunt, almost sheathing it entirely in my tight passage and I cried out.

"God.. Camella... you are so tight, so wet, so hot. Just a little bit longer, Camella... please... Oh god, Camella.. please..."

"It hurts, Doug." And it did. All I could feel was his cock painfully stretching my tight passage, feeling like his cock was tearing me in two, splitting me down the middle.

"You feel so so good, Camella. So good..." He'd stopped moving his cock, and he was back to nibbling and sucking on my neck, his thumb gently rubbing my clit.

But none of that helped. It hurt way too much and I'd lost any feeling of arousal that I had.

"I can't Doug. Please. It hurts so much... please..." Now I was the one begging. His entire body tensed over mine, his hands stilled.

"Please, Doug..." I could tell he was trying to marshal his control, that he knew he had to honor his promise, that he didn't want to force himself on me once I'd asked him to stop but I could tell he was struggling with his desire to plunge deep into my cunt, and knowing that he had to keep his promise to me if he ever wanted to see me again.

I cradled his head in my hands. Pulling him close to me, close enough for me to lick and nibble on his lips. "Please, Doug. We'll try again next time but right now it just hurts to much.... please..." I started kissing him tenderly, the way he'd kissed me earlier, and he slowly began to pull his cock out of my cunt and oh lord, it hurt more going out than it had going in. But finally his thick, hard cock was out of my cunt and he was panting with the effort of it.

I'd continue with what happened next (a co-masturbation finish) but I'm starving and need to go get some lunch.

Let me know what you think and what you'd like me to tell you about next.

Camella.