Part One: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nj02ti/my_longawaited_first_time_fm_long_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
When we last left our story….
“You’re staying over, I like your distractions” I said to Tristan. “Oh really?” he said and smiled as he slid his hand back down to my pussy…
“Yeah” I coyly offered back to him, my big, brown eyes looking up at him. I felt our character shift start to happen again. We were still ourselves, but the side of us that playfully brought out our sexual selves was now also present. “Like that?” he asked. My only response was “mmm yeah” as I closed my eyes, gearing up for round two. But I was especially turned on and as we continued fooling around, kissing, and rubbing each other, my panties and his boxers eventually coming off in the process, I got to the ever so familiar point in the hookup where I’d mentally grapple with whether or not I should take that next step. I really wanted to, but I’m over-analytical by nature, so there was always a voice that would win out saying “ummm, no let’s just wait until next time”.
As I played with his cock, this familiar conversation played out in my head. He kissed my neck as we both continued to turn each other on. I knew he was of course only going to play within our established boundaries and that if I wanted to take the next step it was up to me to verbalize it. I loved everything he was doing. He leaned me back and laid on top of me. As I felt the pressure of his body on mine, we kissed gently and passionately. He shuffled back slightly and brought his mouth back to my breast, tantalizing my nipple with his tongue. He looked up at me and when we locked eyes we both smiled. I trusted him so much sexually and after all, wasn’t that what I had been waiting for? Sure we weren’t in a monogamous relationship but we had been seeing each other intermittently for so long at that point (about a year and a half) and our friendship was so strong that it was enough to tick that box. I felt myself moaning as he played with my nipples. Did I trust him? Check. “Oooh yeah baby right there”. Were we in a “relationship” or a place where this wouldn’t be a one time thing if I slept with him? Check. “Oooh yes”. Was I having fun? Big Check! I could feel his cock at attention as he came back up and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss with as much enthusiasm. The pressure of his body on mine was too much. My body rippled underneath his. I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I wanted to finally feel his cock in me for the first time. I had wanted it for so long. But this time I was finally able to quiet the anxious voices in my head and listen to my gut. I was ready. I was more than ready. I was horny as fuck and I wanted him to fuck me.
I broke away from the kiss and looked at him. With my arms around his shoulders and his body on mine, I looked at him with a new sense of seriousness and excitement. “Do you want to fuck me?”. I smiled at him. I could see him getting excited but trying to not get ahead of himself. “What? Are you sure?”. “Yeah. Tristan, I want you to fuck me”. He smiled and kissed me before getting up and saying “ok let’s get a condom”. He grabbed one and put it on as I laid back and positioned myself, ready to take this next step.
He positioned himself over me as I brought the bedcover over us, a sudden desire to have this moment as cozy and intimate as possible. “You sure?” he checked as we got ready. I gazed up and him, never so sure of anything as in this moment. “I want you inside me”.
I thought he was still getting situated, so I finished pulling the sheet over us and was, for some reason, more focused on getting that into place. But to my delighted surprise he was raring to go and quickly pressed into me. My mouth flew open in pleasurable shock as we looked at eachother, silently checking in. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to keep going. I finally had his cock in me, I didn’t want to stop now.
He began to slowly thrust in and out of me as I relished the new sensation. So THIS is what sex was all about? Why had I not done it sooner! I felt a switch turn on in me. I fucking loved sex. I was ravenous for it now that the dam had been released. I had spent too much time trying to be the good girl who played by the rules and didn’t give over to her sexual desires until the situation was right, and now all that sexual karma was coming back to me tenfold.
Missionary quickly proved to be not enough. We were both hungry for each other and after almost two years of waiting, we both were ready to get as dirty with each other as possible.
He turned me over and I adjusted to get on all fours. I wasn’t sure if I would like doggy style, but tonight was the night of trying new things, so I was ready to go for it. He grabbed my waist with his hands and I felt him get closer to me behind me. I was brought back to the moment on the stairs: his body pressed against me from behind, his strong arms exploring my sides and then tugging me into him, pulling me closer. I got incredibly excited. I liked him behind me. This strong, confident man enveloping me and prepping me for my pleasure.
He positioned his cock at the walls of my pussy and pushed in, moaning as he felt my tightness. He clutched my waist to anchor himself and soon picked up the pace, giving me the proper fucking I had wanted for so long. I couldn’t get enough. I soon started rocking back in tandem with his thrusts, meeting him halfway. The sound of our skin slapping against each other was so raw and real in that moment. It would’ve been funny if I wasn’t so distractingly horny. I looked down as I was getting pounded from behind and watched my breasts bouncing, having been freed from the dress and having their own party during all of this.
I so vividly remember this moment. The combination of my tits bouncing, my body rocking from his thrusts, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other, and my enthusiastic and active pleasure. It felt so good and I felt so unashamedly dirty, but most importantly, I felt empowered. This had been my decision and this moment was reinforcing to myself that I made the right call. This is what I had hoped my first time would feel like: empowering, playful, and pleasurable. It had been well worth the wait.
But since I had waited so long, I was making up for lost time now. I eagerly fucked him back as he dug his hands into my ass cheeks, spurring me on. He then abruptly pulled me up to him and wrapped his arms around me, giving our rocking a pause but bringing one hand to my clit to play with me. They do say variety is the spice of life don’t they? ;) It was pure bliss having his cock filling me and him restraining me with his arms while making me squirm as he toyed with my clit. Is there anything better? All I could do in that moment was desperately hold onto his arms and go along for the ride, completely trusting him and giving in to him.
Before I could get too caught up in this, he paused and urgently pulled my dress completely off. We changed positions again, getting into a position I would end up getting to know very well and love. We both laid on the bed on our sides, him behind me, and he lifted my top leg up as I held it there (later I would learn having that leg over and around him, positioned on the bed instead was much more comfortable!). His dick was drawn to my pussy again like a divining rod looking for water and he brought his arm around me, his hand back in its proper place, playing expertly with my clit. Our breathing had been heavy and impassioned this whole time, but now we both grew more vocal with each other. He knew how much I enjoyed him stimulating my clit in the way he did, and now it was paired with his strong cock pumping into me too. What was this magic?!?! I leaned my head back into him as I let my moans release from my throat. He leaned his head in and kissed and sucked my neck, adding a third layer of pleasure to the experience. He moved in and out of me, working with his fingers to bring me close to cumming. I could feel our pleasure climbing and climbing together. His own moans and grunts became more prevalent and I knew we were both getting close. The euphoric and new sensation of his cock in me had brought me to a whole new level. His fingers found the spot and I moaned out “oooh yeah, right there baby, don’t stop. Right there, yes yes yes”. He doubled his efforts as he encouraged me to follow my pleasure, panting out “Oh yes. Good girl”.
“Oooh fuck” I panted back, turning into jelly as I realized he was in total control here. I was nearing the point of uselessness being on such a sexual high and so close to climax. Luckily, like a great relay race partner he brought it home for us. My clit, pussy, and mind were overstimulated. I was steps away from the peak. I breathed and focused on the immensely pleasurable experience of being full, of being played with, of connecting with this man in a new way.
“Oh oh oooh oooooooooooh fuuuuuckkk!!!!” I heard the sound escaping my lips as I tipped over the edge and shuddered on his cock, pulsating as he was inside me, showing him just what a tight virgin pussy felt like cumming on her first cock. Simultaneously, I felt my leg that was up in the air start uncontrollably shaking. I was like a dog trying to urgently scratch an itch. Had I not been so preoccupied with my orgasm I would’ve been more embarrassed at my body’s complete lack of control over itself in that moment. I grabbed his hand to immediately stop it’s attack on my clit, my oversensitivity not able to handle more pleasure than I felt in that moment. And it was then as I was cumming, my leg shaking in the air, holding his hand tightly, that I heard his final three staccato grunts as he released himself into me, completing my de-virgining experience as I milked every moment and every bit of cum from him.
We groaned with each other as we both came down from our climaxes, him immediately wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in tight. I let my leg finally drop down and brought my hand up and behind me to caress his face as it lay pressed against my cheek. He was still filling me as we lay there momentarily catching our breath and savoring this new experience we just had with each other.
A lot of people describe it as the guy “taking the girl’s virginity”, but no one took anything from me that night. I gave myself, in all my sexually repressed and aching-for-a-good-fucking glory, and gave him the experience of awakening an unabashedly new sexual being, bringing her from a shy girl to a woman who could feel comfortable exploring within this newly expanded set of boundaries. I had gained a new understanding of myself and a ravenous desire to, if anything, take more of what I wanted from my sexual partners myself.
We chatted and laughed as we came down from our high and I told him how much I enjoyed it. He readily agreed with my enjoyment level, still feeling a bit surreal that after all this time we had finally taken the next step. I could sense him recalculating in his head now that sex was on the table between us moving forward. I was doing the same. Because no way did I not want to do that again with him.
(Part 3 coming soon!)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/njybag/my_longawaited_first_time_fm_long_part_2
More dudes should be like Tristan. Hot stuff. ?