[Excerpt] Some Experience Required [M/F] [Deflowering] [Older Man]

Hello, fellow Erotica lovers! This is a short excerpt from my short story, Some Experience Required. This is the story of Kristi Campbell's "first time", as she gains new experiences at the hands of a masterful teacher.

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Some Experience Required (Excerpt) By Josie Daniels

I can’t explain how it happened. For a few minutes, we stood there in his living room sipping beers and making mindless chatter, and then I was standing before him as he sat on a bar stool. His hands itched at his legs as if wanting nothing more than to reach up and wrap around my body, but his mind wouldn’t let it happen. His eyes burned into mine, and mine into his and I tried with everything I had to send him the mental instructions to just do it – to rip my yoga pants off and to take me in his arms and fuck me until I screamed, to make me feel the way I had that night so many weeks back in my bedroom when he had invaded my fantasies.

To my disappointment, though, all he did was look at me, his self control getting the better of him. As it turned out, I would need to start this lesson.

I took his hand in mine and guided it up my body, along my belly and brought it up to cup my small breast. “Kristi, we shouldn’t –“ he started, but I silenced his tongue with mine. After a moment’s hesitation, he kissed back and his firm hands grabbed at me, one on my breast and the other on the small of my back. I could taste the sweet beer on his tongue as our mouths pressed together.
A few seconds later, he had learned his lesson and his hands were pulling my yoga pants down, sliding them slowly down my legs so that each bit of skin was like a surprise he’d been waiting for ages to see. I helped him by pulling my tank top up over my head, followed by my sports bra. He took my nipple in his mouth, which was hot with heavy breathes and saliva. Immediately, I felt my legs begin to quiver as my pink panties were soaked through and I let out a moan as one of his hands made its way up my leg, between my thighs, and slid along my slit.

Now, it was my turn to explore him. I took a step back and as he watched on in anticipation, I pulled off his runner’s shirt. His bulging erection was evident through his running shorts, so I helped him release it by yanking down the elastic band of his shorts and underwear in one tug. He was bigger than I had imagined, his rigid thick cock jutting up, reaching for me. Hank groaned as I took his bulky cock in my mouth, tasting its sweet, salty head on my tongue. He was almost too big to fit in my mouth, but I relaxed my jaw and sucked on him until he leaned back in pleasure, gently stroking my hair. His stomach clenched, and I slid him out of my mouth. This lesson was not over.

I stood and swatted his hands away as he tried to reach out for me. Keeping my eyes fixed on his, I slowly slid my panties down and kicked them to the side, revealing my little wet slit. I was proud that I’d gotten a bikini wax just a few days earlier before hitting the community pool with the girls, and my hair formed a neat line just above my pussy. The lady had called it a “landing strip”, which I thought was hilarious.

I took a big swig of the beer before grabbing Hank by the hand and leading him toward the couch. He let his shorts fall to the ground and kicked them to the side. I then positioned myself on the edge of the cushion and spread my thighs, letting my wet lips kiss the hot faux leather fabric. All it took was a slight motion of my head, and Hank’s face was buried in my lap and his tongue hungrily lapping at me. This lesson was proving to be especially informative, and I struggled to keep from screaming as his thick, hot tongue licked at me, making masterful, slow movements along my opening. He sucked at my clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body and within seconds, I felt that energy welling up from inside me, then push through my body like an ecstatic explosion. “Oh god, oh god,” I panted, trying my best not to scream. I writhed on the couch armrest, somewhat afraid that I would hurt Hank, whose head was still buried in my lap.

“Fuck me,” I said just loud enough for him to hear. “Take me and fuck me, Mr. Miller.”

“Hank,” he insisted. He stood and picked me up in one swift motion, my sweaty skin pressing hard into his. He was fitter than I’d expected, with firm, tanned skin and bulging muscle on his arms and legs. His stomach was tight and lean, and his muscles clenched as he hoisted me down the hallway and toward his bedroom.

The door swung open into darkness and he dropped me softly to the bed before leaving for a moment to close the window and blind. A bit of evening sunlight still illuminated the room, let in through the open bedroom door.

Hank returned to the bedside, his big cock dangling in front of him. He pulled me to the edge of the bed with one hand and with the other guided his head into me. It was almost painful when he pushed past my eager lips to fill me up, and I let out a yelp when he did. He was, however, gentle and patient, letting me calm my clenched muscles as he pushed in and out of me. I felt at times that my small body was not enough to take all of him in, but he acted almost knowingly, pulling out a bit and then easing himself back in.

He fucked me in the dwindling sunlight, his muscles tensing with each thrust and waves of pleasure coursing through me. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore he would ease out and lay his lips on my pussy, gently kissing and licking it into submission before laying into me again with his manhood. I was delirious, almost like being stoned or drunk but without the sickening feeling of losing control. On the contrary, I was in complete control. He was my teacher, I his student. He was training me, but I directed the lesson plan. Sweat from him poured down on me, mixing with my own.

After a while, I decided that I was ready to demonstrate my mastery of this particular lesson. So I slid out of the bed and pushed him onto his back, his cock jutting up. I crawled on top of him and eased him back into me, sliding my thighs on his hips. My small breasts dangled in front of him like tempting fruit, so he took one in his mouth, and I felt him grow even harder inside of me. I rode him like that for a few minutes, writhing in uncontrollable waves of pleasure before feeling him spill inside me. A trickle dripped down my leg as he groaned, tensed, then fell limp under my body.

When I slid him out of me, I found he’d deflated having shot his hot sex into me. It felt good in me, warm and sticky, and I savored the way I felt dirty having let him corrupt my virgin body, make me dirty and teach me the lesson I came for. I did feel dirty, but I liked it. A few minutes later, we finished our beers and he started to pull his clothes back on.

“No,” I said, reaching into his waistband and grabbing his already swelling cock in my hand. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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