**For a bit of context**: I’m 25 y/o, a tomboy, with straight shoulder-length natural blonde hair and green eyes, am 168 cm tall and 51 kg. I don’t normally consider myself attractive, but some of my male friends like to tell me otherwise. According to them, I’ve got “an hourglass figure with some pretty amazing curves.” The only thing that bothers me is that my boobs are pretty big, a DD-cup. As such, my back and shoulders tend to ache a lot.
This is a story I’m going to retell from memory about how I fell in love again and got the best sex life ever imo so buckle your seatbelts. Keep in mind this is gonna be quite long. Names will be changed for anonymity.
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I was born in the UK, primarily in England but immigrated to the USA with my family when I was twelve. So, for all you non-Europeans, yes, I do have an accent. I’m the only girl and the youngest of four with three older brothers P (36), S (34) and A (31). Growing up overseas in America, I didn’t know anyone. I had no friends, no nearby relatives… I was a scared angry little girl in a strange country and got into a lot of fights. Looking back on my teenage years, I did things I’m not particularly proud of. I had a kid young and got married to my first boyfriend J straight out of high school. Back then, I thought I was in love before he ended up abusing me both mentally and emotionally and cheated on me with three different girls until it soon became apparent that I needed to get out of that toxic relationship ASAP.
The whole nightmarish ordeal lasted seven long years. I divorced J and focused on raising my son.
Being a single mom at my age was really hard. I had to make a lot of sacrifices, including my dreams, so I could give my child a better life. No more parties, no more anime conventions, no hanging out with my friends as much… You get it. If my little boy had terrible nightmares, I never left his bedside so he felt safe; if he skinned his knees after a fall, I kissed his boo-boos; when he got sick, I took care of him — even if it meant going without a couple times so my son wouldn’t go hungry. My parents would often babysit until I came home from working part-time as a waitress. Dad was a successful small business owner who started our family-owned restaurant, mum was a pre-school teacher. They were understandably disappointed in me for what I did as a rebellious teenager, but I’ll always be forever grateful they didn’t kick me out and helped me along the way. So long as I took responsibility. I was so dedicated to taking care of my son that I didn’t even have time to myself.
That was… until I met my new (and current) boyfriend in early January, M.
He’s 30, half-Irish/half-Puerto Rican with black hair and brown eyes, stands 176 cm tall and weighs 102 kg. At first glance, I’ll admit he wasn’t like one of those Calvin Klein models but he was cute enough. And strong too! We became friends when I got divorced and spent the first few days getting to know more about each other. He comes from a good middle-class family, is the oldest of three sons, graduated from university with honors, works full-time and is one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met. It was actually my lady friends who encouraged me to ask him out on a date. I hesitated but mustered the courage to ask–bluntly, I might add–and he accepted.
I won’t lie. The more time I spent with M on dates, I swore both my heart started to flutter… and felt a tingly sensation. M was an absolute sweetheart. Polite, well-mannered, educated, took my feelings into consideration… it made my desire for him to grow. I mentioned my feelings to my friends and showed them a screenshot of M, with some of the lasses commenting they’d fuck him. I felt a bit jealous when they said that–joke or otherwise. I needed more time to determine whether it’s even worth considering a tumble. Not too fast or it’s off, rude, or only wanting me for my body, then I’d leave.
After date twelve around mid-February, there was a lot of sexual tension. We started teasingly flirting with one another; M would sneak up behind me and wrap himself around me and pulled me close as he planted several kisses along my neck. Which was sweet. He made me feel loved, safe, and accepted. M treated me like Disney princess. What he hadn’t recognized at once, I felt his bulge pressing against my ass. Cheeky as I was, I decided to tease him a bit. I pushed back and grinded my ass against his dick, feeling his breath shaking as he slipped one hand up my shirt and under my bra to fondle my right tit. I could feel his thumb brushing against my nipple. God, I was getting turned on! Unfortunately, it had to stop lest we face the risk of getting caught. Bloody hell, I haven’t gotten laid in a *very* long time!
Come March, things between us have gotten so well I’m on cloud nine and wanted to take our relationship to the next level. At the time, we were both being pretty laid back. We sat on the living room sofa watching TV, his arm wrapped around me and my head on his shoulder. We managed to get the whole place to ourselves. Me wore a white t-shirt and black shorts while I wore my black tank top and running shorts. M tried to mind himself, but I somehow caught his eyes sneaking a peak at my tits before quickly looking away. His face was beat red when he saw me see him which I thought was cute. I giggled as he tried to restrain himself around me.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” I teased him.
“Sorry,” he scratched the back of his head. “I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s fine. Wasn’t the worst thing we’ve done considering the occasional dry humping.”
I slowly raised my head and placed a hand on M’s chest, keeping the other hand discreetly hidden from his sight and set it on his thigh, slowly scooching it closer to his dick. I didn’t think he noticed, or maybe he did but didn’t say anything, but I felt his heart starting to beat a few ticks faster. Mine did as well. I was horny and couldn’t wait any longer than we already have.
By now, our faces got really close. Then… I said it:
“So… wanna do it? Have sex with me?” I whispered into his ear.
“Now?” M’s voice was silently low with desire. “If… you’re certain…”
I shut M up by claiming his lips with mine in a kiss before it quickly escalated in a make-out session and feeling each other up. His right hand slid down my back and through my bottoms before cupping my ass as his left slid underneath my tank top to fondle my right breast. God, he was good with his hands when let out a soft moan when I felt his fingers brushing across my nipple!
“Take me to bed…” I tell him in a husky voice. That’s how I found out my boyfriend gets really turned on when I do it in my English accent.
Because as soon as I said that, M carried me bridal style to my room and gently placed me onto the bed. We were so horny we started tearing at each other’s clothes to remove them. While his hands were on my top, mine was ripping at his t-shirt before lifting over his head and on the floor. His chest was a bit hairy and was an average build, but I didn’t care. He accepted me, I accepted him. We were in love… and *very* horny. M then pulled my top over my head, pulled down my shorts and panties before I returned the favor by removing his own, revealing his throbbing dick.
Now the last person I had sex with was with my ex-husband… three years ago before the divorce. His was around 7 inches in length, but all my ex did was take pleasure for himself and he hurt me by going in dry. No roleplay, no lubricating… Nothing.
M, on the other hand, was somewhere between 6½ to almost 7 inches and slightly curved upward. When I gripped his shaft, he must’ve been nearly 2 inches thick. M hissed when I slowly started jerking him off while he suckled on my breasts and massaged my clit in a circular motion. Our faces were beat red and breathing heavily with desire.
“Lay down for me,” I tell him.
M did and laid on his back as I went to town. The smell of his arousal filled my nostrils as I jerked him off some more before leaning forward and kissed the tip, giggling as M’s dick twitched before engulfing him in my mouth. I did gag a bit so I had to adjust to his girth before bobbing my head up and down, sucking and swallowing him. M groaned an audible “ahh yeah, suck it, baby. Suck it.” That boosted my confidence. I used my tongue to swirl around the tip of his dick in a circular motion until he started twitching.
“Naaah! Wait, stop, stop!” I heard M exclaim.
For a moment, I thought I accidently bit him in the process — but he was quick to reassure me that I did nothing wrong. He was on the verge of cumming, but wanted to return the favor. I was a little nervous because no guy had ever performed oral on me before so I didn’t know what to expect as he proceeded to kiss and lick his way down my chest, my stomach (belly button included) and towards my waist before spreading my legs apart.
“Do you trust me?” M asked me. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, we can stop if you’d like.”
“No, I do trust you, babe,” I tell him. “It’s just… No one’s ever ate me out before.”
“Well, I’ll try my best to be gentle. Just let me know if you want to stop.”
Before I could reply, I suddenly felt a massive jolt shoot through my body and threw my head back. M was lapping at my cunt, burying himself in my folds and gently nipping at my clit. Was this how receiving oral felt like? If so, then I must’ve missed out because DAMN M was good at what he was doing! When he inserted two fingers and began massaging a certain spot, I. Lost. It! And the way he sent vibrations at my pussy through his teeth made it ever more enjoyable. My toes curled, I arched my back, humping his face until I screamed as pressure began building in my loins. And I exploded. My whole body went limp and shook for a while. Apparently as I orgasmed, I must’ve shot off a liquid substance onto my boyfriend’s face.
To my surprise, M was apparently caught off-guard and backed off a bit.
“Did you just pee on me?” he asked confused.
When I first heard that, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing in between panting. I had to explain to him that he must’ve made me squirt. No one ever ate my pussy out before, so I assumed this was what normally happened to other girls when they received oral pleasure. He then asked if I was okay. I nodded yes.
“What now?” he asked.
“I… I want to feel you inside me,” I panted. We’ve come so far now. I didn’t want to stop now. I wanted him. This. No man ever made me feel this way in a long time. Safe, loved and accepted. I was ready.
M slowly crawled on top of me and rubbed his dick up and down my already soaked pussy before sliding into me. I gasped and clawed at his back. Shite, he was filling me up! Gals, hear it from me: thicker and wider definitely gives provides that incredible stretch during sex. M set the pace slow at first so I could get used to his size, but I guess seeing the expression on my face and my breasts bouncing with each thrust made him pick up the pace.
“Oooh baby, shit you feel so good,” he groaned in my ear.
“Ahh, so do you,” I moaned. “Fuck me! Harder! Harder!”
Slow and gentle, then fast and hard… positioning himself in between thrusts to poke my sensitive bits made me cry out as he pounded into me. All I heard was the sound of our moans, groans, grunts, and the wet sounds of our hips clapping against each other. He gripped my hips tightly; I bit my lower lip and caressed my boobs as I let him have his way with me. After a good 45 minutes, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper in me, climaxing again and again.
Then I heard from let out a low bestial growl as he pounded me harder and faster. I felt him starting to swell and twitch. I knew what that meant.
“I… I’m cumming,” he groaned whilst still fucking me. “Wh-where do you want it?” he asked.
At this point, I was too far gone. I couldn’t care what happened next. There was no going back after this.
“I-in me, baby,” I replied. “Please, cum in me. Cum inside me! Cum in my pussy!”
That was all the encouragement M needed to give one last deep hard thrust before emptying his balls deep in my womb. Rope after rope, I felt it all. I felt him shooting his baby-making spunk into me. Our bodies seized up with ecstasy before he gently pulled out and rolled off me.
“Oh fuck, that… that was mind blowing,” I panted.
“Yeah, I’ll say,” M replied. He brushed his fingers across my shoulder before we each moved to gather our clothes.
The thing was… we had a tough time regaining our balance and just moved on wobbly legs for a moment. Once we got dressed, we kissed each other goodbye and proceeded to schedule more dates whenever we had free time on our hands.
But this was only the beginning. For me, but more importantly… for us. The start of brand new, loving relationship.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j5tijd/i_25f_began_a_new_love_life_with_my_boyfriend_30m
That was…….. brilliant!
Waiting for the next part!