His First Time [MF]

I come into the apartment and wonder where my guest is. I didn’t see his car outside, but the lights are on. I set my purse on the chair and walk into the bedroom. The bathroom door is ajar, so I push it open. He freezes, cock in hand. He had been sitting on the toilet with the front of his pants pushed down.

“Oh my God!” he says.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” I blurt and turn with the doorknob in hand, starting to close the door. I pause in the doorframe, looking down, and bite my lip. I can hear him scrambling, fumbling with his jeans. “Unless . . .” I trail off. I look up, still averting my eyes. “Unless you want me to help with that.”

“What?”

I blush starting from my collar up to my ears. “Unless you want me to help.” I look over and meet his eyes.

He holds my gaze for what feels like an eternity. “Yes.” He slowly stands, hands gently tugging at the sides of his jeans, the tip of his penis still visible just barely above the waistline.

I sigh, and the blush begins to subside. Still, my heartbeat does not slow. I walk across the room and lightly grip his forearm. “Come this way.” I lead him out to the bedroom. He looks askance, so I gently direct him to the bed, which he sits on. The look on his face is unbelieving. I slip my shirt off and let it hit the floor.

“What are you doing?” His eyes are wide, fluttering, trying not to focus on my bra.

“I thought you might feel a little silly, being the only one undressing,” I reassure him. He looks anything but reassured. Still, he leans back onto a pillow. I unbutton my jeans and slide them off, letting my hands come back up to rest on my hips.

“Whoa, whoa . . .” he starts.

“It’s okay. This is all I’ll take off.”

He nods as I begin to climb on the bed and straddle his legs. “Well . . .”

“Well, what?”

“Well, you—you could take off your bra.” He blushes and looks to the side.

“No, I can’t,” I reply.

He looks puzzled, maybe a little heartbroken.

“But you can.” I push myself forward and sit up on my heels so my breasts are directly in front of his face, now that he’s pushed himself up off the pillow.

He sits up the rest of the way to meet me, hugging my body to his as his fingers find my bra’s clasp. He is careful to put his face to the side of mine, so we are touching cheek to cheek. He unhooks it and leans back on his hands, leaving the bra to rest on me, though unattached.

I grin and study his face as I bring my thumbs up under the straps and begin to lower my bra, as slowly as I can. I pull back just a bit before it slides over my nipples, so when it does, my breasts bounce up just a little.

He swallows hard, just becoming aware he’s had his mouth open slightly this whole time.

I slide my hands from the sides of my breasts to the front, fingers slightly apart, and then I grab myself, pushing my breasts together and lightly working my hips lower onto his jeans.
He lets out a groan. I lower one hand the length of my torso, down to my panties. I deftly slip a couple fingers behind the fabric and begin to massage myself. I close my eyes and let my hands stimulate my breast and my clit. I can feel the heat of pleasure on my cheeks, and as I hear my guest’s breathing quicken, I smile. When I open my eyes, I notice he’s slid one of his hands down into his pants.

When he sees me looking, he pulls it back.

I scoot myself back a bit, lean forward, and rub the flats of my palms slowly up and down the tops of his thighs. I then gently tug at the waist of his jeans. “May I?”

He nods.

I pull his jeans down over his ample erection, as he thrusts his hips up so I can slide the jeans off completely. The tip of his penis almost grazes my lip, and he gasps a little. I smile and ease myself down between his legs, on my stomach, so my breasts are almost touching his balls. I look up and reach for the base of his penis.

“Wait!”

I pause.

“I don’t know if . . .”

I pull myself up, sliding forward again to press myself against him. “You don’t know if what? If you should?”

He nods.

“Do you want to? I do. I want you to feel how much I want you.” I punctuate my words by grinding my hips down and forward against his cock, pressing the wet lace of my panties against him. I take his hand in mine and slide it down the front of my panties. At the touch of my vulva, his eyes are wide. When I guide his hand down farther through the moisture to the opening of my vagina, he moans. “Do you feel how much I want you? What do you think now? Do you think you sh—“

He pushes his middle finger into my pussy.

I let out a small gasp.

He startles and begins to pull his hand away.

“No! Keep going,” I beg.

He rests his thumb against my clit and begins sliding his finger in and out of my wetness.

I shiver and let myself fall forward a bit, so my head is resting on his shoulder. I begin to compose myself, and just before I pull myself back he slides in a second finger. I moan and instinctively bite his neck. I feel him tense, and I sit back immediately. “I’m sorry, I just—“

“It’s okay. I liked it. I like . . . this.” He pulses his fingers in and out of my pussy with renewed vigor. “And I like these.” With his left hand, he cups my breast for the first time. A new expression washes over his face. He stops moving the hand in my pussy and dives forward, putting his mouth over my nipple. He sucks and flicks his tongue over the tip.

I run my hand through the back of his hair lightly at first, but as he begins to nibble and bite, I start to use my nails. I place my hands on his chest, smoothing the cotton of his shirt. He leans back, and I use the opportunity to lift his shirt above his head. We end up almost touching nose to nose.

He places his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me forward. We kiss hard, and I feel his cock twitching against me. He runs his hands through my hair as we kiss.

I let my hands slide down his chest, and lightly place my hand around his cock.

His eyes roll back a little, and he moans.

I begin pushing up lightly, massaging his foreskin against the head of his penis. I stretch it downward, and he grabs my ass, pulling me toward him. We kiss again until we can hardly breathe. While he pants for air, I slide back to my original position, stomach down on the bed, with my breasts up against his balls. I meet his eyes for just a moment before I dive forward and plunge my mouth over the head of his cock.

He puts the back of his hand against his mouth to keep himself from moaning too loudly. “Oh my God. Oh my God,” he mumbles.
I bob my head up and down over the head of his penis, until it’s completely engorged, and his foreskin is pulled all the way back. Then I push my mouth downward, taking all of him into my mouth. I press my tongue against the underside of his cock, licking it slowly. Then I slide myself back up and begin lapping at the tip and swirling my tongue around it. As I begin to suck up and down at the head of his cock again, I look him in the eye. I watch his expression as I reach my free hand under me to play with my clit as I work him over.

He makes an “o” with his mouth, then closes his eyes and leans his head back, reveling in the sensations.

I begin to pump my head up and down faster, taking most of his length into my mouth with each pass. I can hear his breathing beginning to quicken. I move my left hand from his balls to the bottom of his shaft and grip his cock just below my mouth. My mouth and hand move as one, and he lets out a loud groan. I pull myself up suddenly and put a finger to his lips, shushing him. Some of the wetness from my right hand glistens on his lower lip.
He licks his lips slowly, closing his eyes at the end.

“Do you w—“

His eyes are open, and he pushes me hard, so I begin to fall back. He lunges forward to put his hand behind my head before it hits the bed. He grinds his cock against my soaking wet panties while massaging my breast and sucking at my neck.

I move my hips to meet his, desperate to feel his cock against my skin.

He pulls back and begins to remove my panties.

I sit up a bit. “Are you sure?”

“God, yes.” He backs up and puts my legs together, sliding my panties off and flinging them away. Then he parts my legs and stares at my pussy for just a moment before pulling himself forward, parting my vulva with his hands, and sliding his tongue into my dripping pussy.

It’s my turn to muffle my groans. I bite the side of my hand as his tongue slides in and out, over and over.

He slides his tongue out and then up, lapping up my wetness and barely flicking at my clit.

I buck my hips at the stimulation.

“You like that?” he asks, more a statement than a question. He covers my clit with his mouth and begins to suck while flicking the clit with his tongue.

My cheeks are bright red with pleasure, and I can feel a familiar sensation beginning to spark up and down my legs, making my feet point.

He plunges two fingers into me, still sucking at my clit, and I lock my legs, letting the electric sensation build. He pumps his hand faster, still keeping pressure on my clit.

My breathing is ragged. I curl my toes, flex my thighs, and hold my breath. Then, release. I feel myself squirt against his hand again and again. It’s only after the third wave that I realize I’ve been moaning loudly the whole time. I wonder if it’s possible to blush any more than I am right now, and I realize he’s smiling. I lay back, shivering with pleasure.

He climbs up and lays his body against mine gently. I can feel his cock against my pulsing pussy. We begin to kiss, lightly at first, and soon desperately. He begins to push his hips up and down, sliding his penis along my wetness.

“Earlier, you didn’t even want to—“ My words are cut off as the tip of his penis finds its way into my pussy. We stare blankly at one another.

He closes his eyes and gyrates his hips, so the tip of his cock swirls back and forth inside me.

I bite my lip and moan. “We should prob—“ I gasp.

He’s penetrated me fully, letting his pelvis rest against me. “Oh my God,” he begins to repeat again. “Oh my God, we’re having sex.”

“Sweetie,” I say and turn his face to look at me. “We’ve been having sex for a while now.”

“O-oh.” He looks to the side and stares blankly.

I thrust my hips, jogging him from his reverie.

“I’m,” he begins to say meekly.

“I know, you’re close. It’s okay. God, it’s definitely okay.” I moan as he begins to slide his cock in and out. “I want you to use my pussy. Do whatever you need and come for me.”

“Really?” He begins thrusting faster.

“Y—yes.” I pull my legs back, spreading as far as I can for him.
He groans and lowers himself so we’re parallel, his body just touching my nipples as his strokes become more powerful.
“Mmmm,” I moan loudly. “Give it to me.”

He closes his eyes, and his mouth begins to twist a bit.

“Give it to me!” I clasp his ass in my hands.

“Yes!” he shouts as he comes. He pulls himself out, beginning to squirt, and showers my stomach with come all the way up to my breasts. After a moment of breathing heavily, he lays down beside me, his still-hard cock twitching and drenched in pearly white stuff.

“We’re going to need to get cleaned up. Here,” I offer. I bend down and take him into my mouth again, gently lapping up the come. As I bring my mouth up toward the tip, he gasps, and at the top, with every swirl of my tongue, he shudders. “Not bad for your first time?”

He sighs and falls back into the pillows smiling.

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