First Time for Everything [MF]

Aged 22, there were plenty of things I’d never experienced – never been skydiving, never watched The Goonies, never eaten in a Michelin Star restaurant. But there’s a first time for everything right?

I’d started scraping away at a career in the film industry, firstly as a runner (or gopher for my American friends). Film shoots can be surreal, intense bubbles where you can find yourself feeling incredibly close to a group of people you’d only know for a few weeks. Was working on one particular film with Michael Caine. I’d been working very closely with a girl called Rachael. She was around 5’8 of beautiful British rose. Perfect features, a cute button nose, and a smile that could cut through the hardest heart like butter. We spent three weeks running around, buying things, carrying things, negotiating deals, appeasing prima donnas and getting upwards of 3 hours sleep on some nights (if we were especially lucky)

Now, our portion of the shoot was over and the producers arranged a wrap party. These are always an explosion of energy and decadence, with drunken nonsense amplified in the void of ‘no work tomorrow’.

Rachael and I were so exhausted we spent most of the night just watching the other crew all make tits out of themselves. We saw a young, blushing camera assistant called Aaron taking a tequila shot through his eye and got talking about things we’d never done.

Besides being drop dead gorgeous, Rachael’s best quality was how easy to talk to she was. And, as i would find out that night, her adventurousness.

She was surprised I’d never taken Coke or ecstasy, so prevalent in the business, and I was surprised to discover she’d never thrown up from drinking.

With the free alcohol flowing, the discussion turned to more ‘romantic’ subject matter. We already knew so much about each other after three weeks of spending every waking moment working together, the conversation seemed perfectly natural – not in the least bit forced or awkward.

Rachael seemed to have a bit more sexual experience than me – I’d slept with only 2 girls at that point. My school sweetheart and my uni girlfriend. Eventually we hit on a few things that neither of us had tried before – things we’d always wanted to try.

It was one of those rare and amazing moments in life where we both realised that this was happening. Tonight. We ditched the party, I called a cab and we went back to my place. We were both so excited on the ride back, like puppies on their way to the park. We worked out the best order to do everything.

There was no expectation of romantic engagement. We liked each other, got on well, but this was pure sexual fuckery. We didn’t want love and all its trappings, we just wanted to make each other cum. Hard.

So we arrived back at the house and I made sure my flat mates weren’t in. I poured a couple of drinks and we got straight to it. Item #1.

I sat down on the sofa, Racheal rubbed her sides down to her back pocket, giving her bum a nice wobble as she yanked her phone out of her pocket. After a few quick taps, she placed it down on the table and it started to blare out the unmistakable sounds of George Michael, a track we’d been listening to non stop during the film shoot.

She turned around to face away from me, lifted her arms and started to dance..

Yep, call me a square, but I’d never had a lap dance in my life until then. And she’d never given one.

Her t shirt rode up, showing me her smooth skin and the shape of her hips and bum. She wiggled seductively, and I started to harden immediately in my trousers. She looked back at me over her shoulder, mouthing along to the words as she shimmied closer and closer with her ass. She lowered herself down as she danced into a delicious squat position, pushing herself backwards until her jeans briefly brushed my crotch.

Then, with the rising crescendo into the chorus, she inched her tshirt higher and higher and ripped it off as the beat dropped. Still facing away from me, she unclasped her bra whilst boogieing.

She turned her head to look at me again and giggled at her expression. Item #1 was a total success so far. Rachael was a great dancer, and as she gazed at me she was dripping music and sex. With the swirl of the sound, sight and alcohol I was in a dream.

She reached backwards for my hands, and pulled them up to her hips.

I stroked her skin and guided her with the rhythm of the music. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her bum right in front of my face. It was perfect, fleshy and tight but bouncy, only bedecked in a pair of simple blue panty-shorts. I gave it a playful little smack and she giggled.

She kicked off her jeans all the way and turned to face me, and I finally saw the tits I’d been sneaking glances of for weeks. C-cups with the perfect amount of hang, that seemed to angle upward at the nipple. She moved my hands up to just underneath her tits and bounced them in front of me. I felt their weight on my fingers.

Just as the song began to reach its denouement she leaned in towards me and gave me a passionate kiss. My prick jumped in my jeans and she placed her knees either side of me on the sofa.

My hands explored her body freely in the final bars, squeezing her tits and bum as she kept kissing me deeply.

The song ended and she pulled off. By this point, my dick was rubbing so hard on the inside of my trousers I thought I might start a small house fire.

It was time to move down the list to item #2.

We both got off the sofa and moved over to the back door. We were both pretty nervous about this one, so I went outside first and checked around the garden. Houses in London often have a lot of windows overlooking their garden. Mine was no different. There didn’t seem to be any lights on though. I gestured to her to come out.

She covered her ample boobs and sheepishly stepped outside, immediately checking all the windows herself. She looked so hot in her tiny shorts giggling in my garden. She pushed me backwards onto the grass, and I grabbed her on the way down. We started to make out again on the grass, and she began to grind our crotches together.

She sat up and hungrily began to undo my belt. She pushed out her breasts as she did so.

“It’s so chilly,” she whispered “my nipples are hard.”

“Your nipples are hard for the same reason my cock is hard.” I said back.

“Oh yeah?” She pulled off my trousers and boxers in one fell swoop “see if you can handle the cold.”

My prick swung proudly and firmly in the night air. She leaned toward it and gathered up the base of my shaft and my balls in her soft warm hands. Then, without warning, she plunged down and engulfed the top half of my cock in her mouth. The warmth and wetness on my throbbing dick caused me to moan and lightly buck my hips up into her mouth. Her tongue swirled as she suckled on me, and I leaked a dribble of precum like a salty tear of joy.

After some more joyous guzzling, she lifted her head and stroked me as she looked into my eyes with a gorgeous smile.

“You want to fuck me here where any of your neighbours could see, huh?”

I could only muster an ecstatic nod in return. She started to pull down her panties slowly, then yanked them back up.

“I’m adding something to the list.” She got into doggy position and pushed her pretty behind out towards me.

“I want you to rip them open and fuck me.”

Like a kid at Christmas, I dug my nails into her blue shorts and ripped into them, tearing the fabric to reveal plump and juicy pussy lips and, of course, a puckered, winking reminder of what was to come later.

I lined up my dick with her sopping pussy and heaved myself into her. We both yelped softly. This is what the foxes must feel like when they fuck in my garden. I don’t blame them anymore.

I thrust deeply, pulling her ass towards me and pulling off a little hip flick at the end of each thrust to maximise my depth. We rocked into a steady, slurpy, rythmn, her juices mixing with my precum to make her slick as can be.

I felt the cool night air and the warmth of her insides against my cock and it felt so good that neither of us stopped when a light turned on in a bedroom in the adjacent house.

“Fuck, should we stop?” I planted between thrusts.

“Just cum in me fast.” With this she pounded her ass back against my dick and we fucked hard and fast.

I saw the shadow of movement in the window as I started to unload my balls inside her. As I flooded her pussy, her legs and bum quivered and her muscles tightened. Her back arched as she came around my cock.

In a woozy post-orgasmic fog we hurried back inside just as someone leaned out the window with a cigarette.

“That’s another one down,” she giggled, pulling me close in the warmth and safety of the house, “I hope you’ve got it in you for the last thing on the list.”

I reached down into the remains of her torn panties and brushed her clit as I pulled her in for a kiss. My finger stroked down along her pussy lips, picking up as much moisture as I could before calmly resting my finger on her winking bum hole.

“Oh, I’ve definitely got it in me. Can we get it in you, that’s the real question?”

I led her upstairs to my bedroom, and laid her out on the bed, taking my shirt off for the first time and hastily grabbing some massage oil from my side table. She presented her asshole upwards, nervous but excited for item #3.

I poured oil all over her bum, eliciting a surprised shudder and yelp. I took down her ruined panties and started slathering the oil all over her flesh. I saved a generous dollop for her hole, which I circled with my finger before sliding in just the tip.

The girls I’d been with previously were all squeamish about anal sex, and being a well mannered boy I never pressured them, so I was quivering with excitement at the knowledge I’d be skiing down the brown slope for the first time.

Her ass was so tight it struggled with my lubed up finger. Rachael winced as I slipped in a second. When I lined my dick head up against her hole and withdrew my fingers, she gripped the sheets in anticipation. My cock was hard as a rock again and I took a brief second to shower it in massage oil before finally entering the VIP room of the crotch club.

My head forced itself in with a pop, and Rachael huffed out a moan. With some difficulty, I started rocking back and forth to loosen it up before sliding my whole dick in to the base. Her yell was a mixture of excitement and pain at my thick shaft stretching her.

I reached my fingers down to her clit and began to rub as I took her chocolate cherry.

I honestly don’t know how long we fucked for in that position, but it was slow and sensual and oh-so-fucking tight.

I squeezed in and out of her and rubbed faster on her pussy. She began to relax into it and her breathing became shallower.

My whole body writhed as I came my second load of the night, and into an asshole for the first time in my life.

I collapsed on top of her and let my dick grow soft inside her.

“Anything else you want to try?” I whispered into her ear.

Her eyes started to close as she said “I want to be woken up with a tongue on my pussy.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77u3vg/first_time_for_everything_mf