Not a Standard Lost Virginity Saga [FM]

Last week, I lost my virginity at 30 with a 20 year old guy. You can find that post in my history, including all the good bits and not-so-good bits. Well, he just left after another four days at my house and what started as an experiment has turned into perfecting what we couldn’t seem to get right the first time.

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On his way over, I gave him two options for when he entered the house. I could be on my knees waiting for his cock, or I could be on my back on my bed, playing with myself and waiting for him to join me. He chose the first, and I had on my short satin and lace black robe from our first time together, plus a matching galaxy bra and panty set. He hadn’t taken off a bra before and I made it -too- easy on him the last time, so now he got to enjoy the full undressing, working on his bra skills.

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When he got to my house, I had to have his arms around me first and we couldn’t stop kissing. It had only been four days since he was last at my house, yet I had decided not to get off during that time, so I was ready to go. I wanted to shove him on the bed and ride him straight away, but we’re still in the beginning stages, so I happily sank to my knees and undid his jeans to start blowing him. Blowing a guy with a Prince Albert is an interesting experience. If you’re not careful, it will clink against your teeth, which can be jarring when all you want is dick in your mouth.

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One thing about NYC is that this boy does not get off easily. Even during our first time, he makes me work to get him off. He’s only gotten off twice in my mouth and (this time included), came in me three times. Handjobs with some oral in between seems to do the trick the best. So, he didn’t get off from me blowing him, but I was okay with that. I wanted to be fucked. While we were apart, I did some research and found a new position to try, as well as problem solving for him slipping out of me too much.

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After blowing him, he undressed me and took off his first bra, which he did pretty well. He expected to unhook and be done, but oh no. I wanted him to completely undress me, and feeling my bra slide sloooowly down my arms was a surprising turn on. Once on the bed, he completely stripped down and I finished what I started with him, giving him a handjob with intermittent deep throating, which he fucking loves. He decided not to cum during our time apart, either, so when he finally got off, my hand was COVERED. He shot on the bed, his belly, and all over my hand. Luckily, I got myself a young one, so I knew it wouldn’t be TOO long before he was able to go again, so now it was my turn.

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We lost count the last time he was over how many times he was able to get me off, so this time, I was determined to keep track, which worked until the end of day 3, lol. He fingered me and my favorite thing is when he slips my panties to the side and baaaarely grazes against me before sliding his finger into me. I fucking love it. I got off around eight times before he was ready to go again and we decided to try the new position I had found. I laid on my side and he straddled my lower leg with my upper leg on his shoulder and holy shit, it was a game changer. We had talked before about how PIV seemed more like foreplay for us and neither of us were that thrilled with it, but with this new position, both of our opinions changed VERY quickly. Holy shit, there were screams involved as I just kept coming on his dick over and over again. This was probably the quickest he’s ever come and it was inside me, which in this new position, I could feel him, which was so hot (the cleanup, not so much).

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I was able to keep track until the end of day 3. In 24 hours, he got me off 42 times. No one seems to believe that I get off very, very easily, but I do.

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Tuesday was spent in bed, while also going out for an actual date night, since we’ve been talking about making a go of this. We went shopping (again) for more lingerie, this time adding knee high socks and thigh highs with a garter belt. We watched back to back movies at the theater, but sex wise, things had to cool down. We were both pretty sore, so an innocent date night it was.

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Wednesday, though. I have no idea what happened Wednesday, but I fucking attacked him. I had an appointment in the afternoon and when I got back, it was like a flip had been switched. I very quickly lost track of how many times I came as he went down on me, fingered me, then fucked me until I couldn’t move. He was covered in bite marks by the end of a few hours and his dick was sore since I couldn’t leave him alone long enough for a full recovery. I just wanted more and more and more. We retried missionary with him on his knees and my ankles on his shoulders and holy shit. I could feel all of him and I didn’t let him go until I came over a dozen times on his dick until he finally came in me.

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By the end of Wednesday night, I couldn’t move. He had to physically move my arms for me after so we could cuddle and he barely got a nod out of me when he asked questions. This was my first time being truly fucked out. Even just reliving that night has me all fuzzy and content, thinking about how amazing that feeling of bonelessness was.

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Thursday was pretty much more of the same. We spent the whole day in bed watching Netflix, with pauses for one or both of us to get off. He’s averaging around coming 3 times a day (which he wanted me to add from the last post, he DOES have more orgasms than that, but physically coming 3 times), and I’m around 25-30 a day, depending on how often we play.

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For the second time together after losing our virginity, I don’t think we did too badly. He’s thoroughly enjoying making me his cumslut. So far, he’s gotten off in me, on my hand, in my mouth, on my chin, on my tits, and on my belly. We’ve crossed a few things off our sex list, too, like getting off before the delivery guy gets to the house (actually got him off twice), and getting a facial. We also recorded a few videos of him going down on my for my cuckhold, as well as some shots of his cum on my tits.

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Since things have been moving faster than either of us intended, we’re cooling it for a week and a half before he comes over again. Unfortunately, there won’t be any new stories with NYC, but who knows who I’ll end up with during our week apart….

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Bonus: The funny bits. I have a large, clawfoot bathtub and one of my goals is to take a bath with someone, because warm water + snuggles? Yes please. He came in while I was in the bath and we tried, but…fail. Major fail. We both couldn’t fit, so crossing showering together off the sex list! I also apparently eat like a stoner when I’ve been fucked. I want pizza, mozzarella sticks, onion rings, and pancakes once the fun is over. He’s ordered to much food just because I get super intense food cravings as soon as I’ve gotten off a lot. He bought nutella and I ate that shit with a spoon while in bed.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/akec3x/not_a_standard_lost_virginity_saga_fm