My first hot girlfriend made me a perverted cuck for life. This was my initiation into the power of female sexuality and the control that a dominant woman can have.
The time was the early 1980s before AIDS, and we were both in high school. Her name was "M". She was a beautiful, sexy 17 year old Italian girl with auburn hair and luscious, full breasts. She had a milky white complexion and her whole body would change to red with sexual tension flush whenever she had an orgasm. I loved to get her off. I ate her pussy every chance I could.
She would drive me home and I would kneel on the floor of the car and drop her pants and just lick, slurp, kiss and worship her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Even during her period, I ate her like she was Holy Mary Mother of God herself. She was a horny girl and she came every single time. I could fully feel the pulsing vibrations of her labia, her clitoris and her whole pussy because I always pushed my face and head all the way up in between her legs, as far as I could get. I was also a tuba player so I could hold my breath and lick with pressure for a long time. She loved it. Licking her so much was hot and it was awesome.
We fucked missionary sometime, she also tried to give me head, but she wasn't very good at it. So we just sort of slacked off with blow jobs and went to about 80% oral sex for her and 20% missionary sex.
This was no problem in my book, but I got the feeling that she was probably jealous of how much I got off on making her come, and so she wanted to try more "giving" herself. She couldn't seem to get me off and it started causing her to develop "issues". I think she started slyly looking around for other opportunities to practice. She made several goofy jokes and comments with her favorite new word: "Hoovering." One time she was overjoyed when she got her birth control pills refilled.
"Why?" I asked.
"Casual Sex," was her cheerful reply. Of course - I thought she was talking about casual sex with me.
"M's" best girlfriend hated me because I was moving in on their girl time together. Her friend tried every opportunity to break us up including strongly encouraging "M" to go with other boys.
"M" did go to a party once with her friend, and claimed later that she unwillingly had sex at the party. But the way she she told me sounded strange. In a weird way, she seemed to have actually gotten off on it, and she squirmed around as if trying to rub her clit on the chair when she told me. She said about 4 guys made her suck their dicks at the party and one guy fucked her afterward. She claimed she didn't want to do it but in retrospect, it didn't seem to bother her too much. She looked guilty, not like she was hurt, but more like she was admitting to putting her hand in the candy jar. She told me about it once and then never wanted to talk about it after that.
David was one of my classmates. He was the guy who introduced me to "M". He was on the wrestling team with me and I knew he had a buff body, totally shaved for wrestling, and big meaty cock. I knew this because he wasn't shy about showing off in the locker room. He liked to just walk around naked and chat guys up and have conversations with his dick bouncing around like nothing was unusual. It was hard for anybody to tell him to get lost - even when he was butt naked with his dick in their face - because he was such a friendly guy with a talkative personality.
I used to dread spending time in the locker room for fear that he'd chat me up and I'd have to watch his schlong hanging out while we talked. It was intimidating because he was obviously bigger than me and not shy at all about his body. In classes, most of the girls loved him because he was so chatty. It was sort of understood that he had already slept with some of the girls in class and the ones who hadn't would love to get their hands on him.
I know my girlfriend "M" knew about his cock, because one of her older girlfriends was dating David and always talked about his prick like it was the most amazing thing in the world. Sometimes they would have long conversations - even when I was there - about David's size, technique, style and ability. I got the impression that David was "better" than me. I started to feel all intimidated about my sexuality and self-esteem. But rather than get mad, I secretly fantasized about "M" fucking him.
In order to try for "M" to be able to get me off while sucking my dick, I made her tell me stories about how she would fuck other guys. I made her tell me who she wanted to fuck and how she would go about getting in their pants, where they would go, how did she feel, what she thought and what she did.
One day she told me this story, while I was gently licking her pussy:
She said she went to David's house one night with her girlfriends for some drinks. But then, because she accidentally left her purse over at his house, the next day she went back to get the purse. He was alone in the house. He was lifting weights with his shirt off and he was working out. She rang the bell and he got her purse for her and then he kissed her. She didn't resist and then he fucked her on his bed for a long time. Sometimes missionary, sometimes doggy, and sometimes she rode him. She said she liked it. She said he was sexy. She especially liked his thick cock. She liked the way he felt inside her. She liked how it tasted in her mouth. He was strong. He fucked really well and for a long time. And he came a lot, too. She loved that he came in her pussy - so much that some of it spilled out and ran down her leg. She liked his body smell and all the things he told her to do. He put her in different positions. She liked how he "******" her to do things - like deep throat his cock and swallow his come. After that day, he would sometimes drive over to her house when nobody was home and fuck her in her own four poster canopy bed, rocking it back and forth and making her scream.
This was a hot story and thinking about it actually made me come in her mouth that night for the first time. She was overjoyed to finally be able to do this.
The time was the early 1980s before AIDS, and we were both in high school. Her name was "M". She was a beautiful, sexy 17 year old Italian girl with auburn hair and luscious, full breasts. She had a milky white complexion and her whole body would change to red with sexual tension flush whenever she had an orgasm. I loved to get her off. I ate her pussy every chance I could.
She would drive me home and I would kneel on the floor of the car and drop her pants and just lick, slurp, kiss and worship her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Even during her period, I ate her like she was Holy Mary Mother of God herself. She was a horny girl and she came every single time. I could fully feel the pulsing vibrations of her labia, her clitoris and her whole pussy because I always pushed my face and head all the way up in between her legs, as far as I could get. I was also a tuba player so I could hold my breath and lick with pressure for a long time. She loved it. Licking her so much was hot and it was awesome.
We fucked missionary sometime, she also tried to give me head, but she wasn't very good at it. So we just sort of slacked off with blow jobs and went to about 80% oral sex for her and 20% missionary sex.
This was no problem in my book, but I got the feeling that she was probably jealous of how much I got off on making her come, and so she wanted to try more "giving" herself. She couldn't seem to get me off and it started causing her to develop "issues". I think she started slyly looking around for other opportunities to practice. She made several goofy jokes and comments with her favorite new word: "Hoovering." One time she was overjoyed when she got her birth control pills refilled.
"Why?" I asked.
"Casual Sex," was her cheerful reply. Of course - I thought she was talking about casual sex with me.
"M's" best girlfriend hated me because I was moving in on their girl time together. Her friend tried every opportunity to break us up including strongly encouraging "M" to go with other boys.
"M" did go to a party once with her friend, and claimed later that she unwillingly had sex at the party. But the way she she told me sounded strange. In a weird way, she seemed to have actually gotten off on it, and she squirmed around as if trying to rub her clit on the chair when she told me. She said about 4 guys made her suck their dicks at the party and one guy fucked her afterward. She claimed she didn't want to do it but in retrospect, it didn't seem to bother her too much. She looked guilty, not like she was hurt, but more like she was admitting to putting her hand in the candy jar. She told me about it once and then never wanted to talk about it after that.
David was one of my classmates. He was the guy who introduced me to "M". He was on the wrestling team with me and I knew he had a buff body, totally shaved for wrestling, and big meaty cock. I knew this because he wasn't shy about showing off in the locker room. He liked to just walk around naked and chat guys up and have conversations with his dick bouncing around like nothing was unusual. It was hard for anybody to tell him to get lost - even when he was butt naked with his dick in their face - because he was such a friendly guy with a talkative personality.
I used to dread spending time in the locker room for fear that he'd chat me up and I'd have to watch his schlong hanging out while we talked. It was intimidating because he was obviously bigger than me and not shy at all about his body. In classes, most of the girls loved him because he was so chatty. It was sort of understood that he had already slept with some of the girls in class and the ones who hadn't would love to get their hands on him.
I know my girlfriend "M" knew about his cock, because one of her older girlfriends was dating David and always talked about his prick like it was the most amazing thing in the world. Sometimes they would have long conversations - even when I was there - about David's size, technique, style and ability. I got the impression that David was "better" than me. I started to feel all intimidated about my sexuality and self-esteem. But rather than get mad, I secretly fantasized about "M" fucking him.
In order to try for "M" to be able to get me off while sucking my dick, I made her tell me stories about how she would fuck other guys. I made her tell me who she wanted to fuck and how she would go about getting in their pants, where they would go, how did she feel, what she thought and what she did.
One day she told me this story, while I was gently licking her pussy:
She said she went to David's house one night with her girlfriends for some drinks. But then, because she accidentally left her purse over at his house, the next day she went back to get the purse. He was alone in the house. He was lifting weights with his shirt off and he was working out. She rang the bell and he got her purse for her and then he kissed her. She didn't resist and then he fucked her on his bed for a long time. Sometimes missionary, sometimes doggy, and sometimes she rode him. She said she liked it. She said he was sexy. She especially liked his thick cock. She liked the way he felt inside her. She liked how it tasted in her mouth. He was strong. He fucked really well and for a long time. And he came a lot, too. She loved that he came in her pussy - so much that some of it spilled out and ran down her leg. She liked his body smell and all the things he told her to do. He put her in different positions. She liked how he "******" her to do things - like deep throat his cock and swallow his come. After that day, he would sometimes drive over to her house when nobody was home and fuck her in her own four poster canopy bed, rocking it back and forth and making her scream.
This was a hot story and thinking about it actually made me come in her mouth that night for the first time. She was overjoyed to finally be able to do this.
