I’m a senior in college and it’s 2009. Sadly, at this point in my life, still a virgin. This is something I held close to my chest for obvious reasons. You’re probably envisioning a pimply geek at this point, but this is also why I kept this so secret – it was a complete contrast to the way I looked and acted.
I was a wrestler throughout college, so I was extremely fit. I’m 6’1, was about 200 pounds at this point and pretty much solid muscle. I was “hot,” but painfully shy and introverted. I didn’t know I was “hot” yet. Even talking to women in class would make me nervous beyond belief. Most people I knew just assumed I crushed pussy, but I was completely futile in pursuing women. Beyond some kissing, my sole sexual experience was eating a girl out earlier that year – that was it.
One night I’m out at a bar with close friends, when another group of girls walks in I immediately spot this blonde knockout. She’s about 5’6, slim but with the best pair of tits I had seen throughout all of college, not kidding. She looks a LOT like Kristen Bell, except a bit bigger overall (not chubby by any stretch – just taller) with a giant rack. Some of my friends know them, so I lean in to one of my female friends and say, “Who is that angel?” Virgin problem #1 – I put every hot girl on an unattainable pedestal.
“Natalie. She’s a bitch.”
Being the pussy I was, that was enough to shut me down. She was gone in my eyes, but my God was she hot.
A year later, by coincidence, I end up dating one of her friends. I lose my virginity to this girl, but she doesn’t know it – she cums the first time we have sex, so I think I’m the “man” and in the clear. We date for about 6 months, and I see Natalie a couple times but we never really talk beyond “hello.” I learn something else about her that turns me on – her voice. She’s still super hot, but she has this raspy voice you’d consider slightly low for a woman. It’s incredibly sexy.
Things don’t work out with my girlfriend; we’re a terrible match, but the relationship does wonders for bringing me out of my shell.
I never become a Casanova but I fuck a decent number of girls and date a few more over the next few years.
2013. I’m single and on my Facebook feed I see Natalie popping up in photos. She’s been going out in a group that includes my best friend for a few weekends. Weird to see her again, but I’m from a fairly small area so not a huge surprise.
My friend talks to me about her a couple times in passing. “Man, she’s got some fantastic tits” is pretty much the extent of it.
One night about a month later I’m out at one of the more popular bars in my city for the early-to-mid 20s crowd. Natalie is there with her same friends from college. She approaches me and just says hi, like we’re friends, which throws me off, but whatever. She’s wearing a low-cut top and those tits look as amazing as ever. I’m rolling with it. We get to talking about my friend, and I’m pretty drunk at this point. She asks what he says about her, and I just blurt out, “Well he thinks you have great boobs.”
“He’s never seen my boobs.”
“Well he still likes them.”
We’re in a little circle of about 5 people for the next hour or so until bar time. Just shooting the shit. Last call rings out and we have to go. One her friends blurts out “I wish we had some weed.”
Now, I don’t smoke. I really never have. At this point I was training for a marathon, and I was running around 15 miles on most days. But this is my opening.
“I might have some at home I think.”
They decide to come over to my apartment, but they need to pick someone up first – some stoner-looking dude. So it’s me, stoner, Natalie and her girlfriend. They immediately ask stoner if he has any weed, as soon as he gets in the car. He doesn’t. We go to my place. I know I don’t have any weed, but I’m drunk enough that I’m going to try something bold, I just don’t know what yet.
Everybody sits on the couch and I pretend to go look for weed. I come out of my room a couple minutes later and Natalie is looking at some shit on a shelf and her two friends are talking in my kitchen. I playfully sort of hug and tackle her on to my sofa, which I can tell shocks the shit out of her but she giggles. Things escalate.
I can tell her friends really want to leave, so I get into a spooning position on the sofa, my back is to her friends and Natalie is between the back of the couch and I. She’s drunk. I’m drunk. Now’s the time.
I slide my left hand around her waist go right inside her panties. She doesn’t fight it one bit. I’m already rubbing her clit and teasing the lips of her pussy. She’s moaning very softly but her friends are just kind of loitering – they don’t know we’ve started.
The girl speaks up, “I guess we’re gonna go then. Nat, you wanna go?”
She’s lying with me, writhing slightly and is loving my fingers. She whispers to me “My car…” I whisper back to her that I’ll take her to her car in the morning. That’s enough for her.
“I’m gonna stay.”
It’s on. They leave and I am fucking ecstatic, but trying to hide it and be cool.
She’s wet now, and very clean-shaven. I’m alternating between just caressing her thighs and stomach and massaging her clit. She’s moaning louder and louder and eventually I slide a finger inside her. She’s soaking, and it’s amazing. This is the first piece of pussy I’ve had in about eight months. I know, I know, but I’m still a pretty shy guy.
I slide her skirt and panties off and start my favorite thing in the word, eating pussy. I don’t know why, but I’ve always loved it. Probably because a good number of girls have told me their boyfriends won’t do it, or maybe because when you’re a virgin so late in life you’re insecure about your sex skills – so when you do something women seem to like, you grow to love it. That’s me with eating pussy. I’ll do it all night if a girl likes it. I love the smell of it in my face and peeking up at her in ecstasy when I twirl my tongue around. I love doing it delicately to tease and then just completely burying my face in it. I fucking love it.
And Natalie seems to appreciate this. I’m pulling out all the stops for her, I’m making imaginary shapes around her inner thighs with my tongue. I’m sucking each lip and gently nibbling it. I’m flicking her clit as fast as I can, and she’s losing her mind. She keeps propping her pelvis up in my face to get to get my tongue as deep inside her as it can possibly be. When she thrusts fantastic pussy toward me, I get to slide my hands under her perfect, toned ass and squeeze her ass cheeks as I face fuck her.
Every time she shows a lot of excitement, I put all of her in my mouth and suck her as hard as I can while still working her with my tongue. Almost anybody would have tasted amazing to me after this dry-spell, but she is especially clean and tastes incredible.
She’s got her top at her shoulders now and her bra on the ground – this is all her, I didn’t even touch her tits yet – almost like she knew what she had up there and it was a gift to me, as if to say, “thanks for eating me out – you can have these now.”
She looks at me and just says “You can put it in me now,” but I don’t want that yet. I want to taste her cumming in my mouth. And I want to get a look at those tits to bulid this up a little more.
Now, I’m not a breast guy. I love tits like any guy, but I’m much more legs and ass. That said, if you haven’t, you have to fuck a girl with tits like this at least once. They were awesome. The kind of awesome that doesn’t come close to fitting in your hand. I came up for air just to fully appreciate them, and took my sweet time sucking and licking each of her awesome nipples. I’m also sure to take time to make out with her and feel her tits pressed against me. I’d never been this close to giant breasts and I was loving it.
I can’t help myself. “These are pretty incredible. And huge.”
You can tell she’s heard this a thousand times but humbly just says, “They’re not huge…”
“Yeah they are, and they’re great.” I keep sucking them but quickly go back to servicing her pussy. But now I’m making sure to cup and rub her tits – at least what fits in my hand – while I do it. Within 60 seconds, she’s exploding in my mouth. She’s not a screamer, but she cums loudly – more like a series of breathy groans that go on for about 30-45 seconds.
She really doesn’t waste any time getting back into it. She basically rips my pants off and gets on the floor. She’s immediately sucking my cock, but honestly I’m too drunk to really enjoy it. It feels good, but I don’t have a ton of feeling down there. She actually says to me “It’s not all the way hard,” to which I reply, “I’m pretty drunk.”
This must have been a challenge to her because she went into overdrive. She’s really working her mouth around me now but is now tag-teaming with her hands. She’s stroking me, but she’s actually doing a nice job, not the painful tug fest that I get from most women. I’m about ¾ chub, which is enough. She can feel me growing because she stops and climbs on top of me – no mention of a condom – I knew it wasn’t brilliant but I was getting fucked. I stopped caring about anything else a while ago. She guides me in and I’m home free, baby. First time I’ve been clenched in what seemed like a fucking lifetime.
And this is one of those rare sexual experiences that will stick with me forever. I’m sure most people experience this, but for me it was new and I’ll never forget it. The pure imagery of a girl with knockout tits riding you is just awesome. I was semi-slouched, so almost on my back, and she was riding me hard, and when I looked up I could barely see her face, just those two massive titties swinging around. Probably because it was new, but it turned me the fuck on in a way I can’t explain. I reached up and grabbed what I could, and getting to rub those phenomenal breasts, combined with her soft moans and her ass grinding against my balls, I was not going to last long. She kicked into another gear and was grinding on me at warp speed, literally milking the cum out of me with her hole. I exploded.
She went to the bathroom. She came out and I was turning on the TV. The lighting must have been flattering at that point because she says, “Holy shit. I had no idea you had such a rockin’ bod. I didn’t get a good look just now.”
This sent my confidence through the fucking roof. I just played it off like nothing, “I like yours a lot too.”
We cuddled for a bit watching Cheaters or some other shitty show that’s on at 3am. Eventually passed out in my bed.
The next morning I wake up much more sober, open my eyes and see her bare ass right in front of me. Awesome.
I cuddle her and she wakes up. We sit there doing normal one-night-stand talk. I tell her how I was a “heat-seaking missile” and wanted to fuck her as soon as I saw her at the bar.
“I had no idea,” she says. “I was completely shocked when you pushed me on the couch.”
I just laugh and it’s quiet for about 10 seconds before she does one of the hottest things I’ve experienced still to this day.
“Fuck me again.”
Um, yes. I’m not just going to fuck her though. I do pretty much exactly what I did last night, I worship her pussy with my tongue for a good 10 minutes, and she has the exact same breathy orgasm again all over my mouth. She sucks my cock again like a complete champion, before climbing on top of me – but this time it feels even better, because I’m flat on my bed and get the most incredible view of her tits. I’m also more sober, and I can appreciate being inside her a bit more. It’s not all visual stimulation now – I’ve got feeling, she feels tight around on me and I’m in heaven.
And I can see her leaning her back in pleasure. Every time she moans, I can feel my load rushing to the tip of my cock.
“I’m gonna cum,” I tell her.
“Just go inside me,”
Done. She flips off me and pants before saying “I really like fucking you.”
I apologize for cumming in her – again.
“Uh, don’t be sorry. You made me cum. I made you cum.”
She has to leave quickly for her sister’s birthday. I take her to her car, a short drive, and while doing this I just get a feeling that this won’t be a regular thing. We enjoyed the hell out of it but I knew she wasn’t somebody I’d date, and vice versa. We swapped numbers, but it felt like a formality. She laughed as she got out of my car and said, “Thanks for a … great time” and gave me a hug.
I texted her a week later – obvious booty call – midnight on a weekend. She responded saying she was out of town but she’d “see me out again.” We saw each other again but it never escalated. This was new territory for me – pretty much every girl I’d fucked wanted to start dating. A woman that just wanted to get fucked and leave it at that was unchartered territory. But I was ok with it.
It was great fun, and something I still occasionally find myself whacking off to some mornings.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4jlpui/my_deferred_fantasy_hooking_up_four_years_later