The Two [F]irsts

30 and happily married here, but I do love the escapism of others’ experiences here. After being a long time lurker, I decided today to post one of my own stories.

I firmly believe that every woman will experience two key sexual firsts. One obviously is the first time you have sex, which for most of us – is rarely a fond memory. The second however, is the first time you truly get fucked. That memory for me and others is often one that never goes away, and that is the story I’d like to share.

My second year of college I was working as a server, when I discovered my boyfriend at the time had been cheating on me. We had a terrible breakup and I was particularly distraught because at the time I had only dated/been with two guys total. Like most restaurant environments, there was a lot of sleeping around and being under-21 (19) and relatively naïve – I had the reputation of being a “good girl”. That made me the recipient of a lot of my co-workers stories about their exploits as they enjoyed my genuine surprise and interest. Our bar manager Mark was a frequent subject in these stories as he had slept with several of my friends at the restaurant. He was 36, attractive – and if the stories were true, both well endowed and a good performer in bed.

Shortly after the breakup, we all went out for drinks and after having a few – I decided that I was going to hook up with Mark. He had hit on me, like he had on basically everyone several times but since I was in a relationship and “ew, hes 36” was my attitude – I had always blown him off. However he looked good this particular night, I wasn’t in a good frame of mind – so I decided to do something out of character. I flirted back with him and at the end of the night he invited me back to his apartment, which I accepted.

I wish I could appropriately describe how horny I was for him. The taboo of it all: him being older, him being a coworker/boss, him being my first one night stand, him being a MAN, unlike my now ex-boyfriend, etc. all had my heart racing, I was so excited.

Once we arrived at his apartment and got inside, it was an instantly hot makeout session right there standing in the living room. He had my shirt and bra off in minutes, and I had his shirt off as well as we kissed – he was exceptional. He was towering over me, my hands pressing against his broad, hairy chest, it was surreal.

He peeled the leggings I was wearing off and led me down the hallway to the bedroom where we stood by the bed making out and I began to undo his belt and fly. He dropped his pants and underwear and stepped out and pulled me back in to kissing and I felt his cock on my stomach. I had never used the the word “cock” in my life, nor do I regularly use it now – but that is the apt description of what Mark was equipped with. This wasn’t just a dick, it was thick, long, and heavy.

I said “wow” as I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked. He smirked down at me and said “what?” I giggled and told him the truth: “you’re… really big”. He chuckled and said “never had one like this before?” I shook my head no and he gently pushed me back on the bed. He kissed and licked down my body, and then started to go down on me. He used his fingers and tongue in unison and I loved every second of it as he brought me to orgasm in short order. As I groaned and caught my breath he grabbed my hand and pulled me up into a seated position, his other hand sliding up and down his cock in front of me.

His hand slid up my arm, and squeezed my shoulder. My hand replaced his on his cock and I began to stroke it as I leaned in and ran my tongue up the side of his shaft. He groaned and said calmly “there you go, suck that dick Stacy”. Had he touched me I would have came again instantly, I had never been with someone who talked dirty and I realized that unlocked a turn on for me I hadn’t imagined having. I took him in my mouth and started to bob back and forth – only able to fit less than half of him without gagging. He wasn’t rough as I tried my best, when he told me to lick his balls I did so immediately despite not having done it before, in that moment I only wanted to please him.

After a few minutes he pushed me back on the bed as he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom, as he opened and rolled it on to himself – he got on his knees between my legs and placed both of his big hands on the back of my thighs, right above the knee. He pushed my legs back and open as my ankles fell over his arms and shoulders. I put my hands on his muscular thighs and looked down between my legs, my breath quickening as he positioned his cock against me. His hips slowly pressed forward and as he entered me I gasped, the overwhelming sensation of being stretched literally taking my breath away. I dug my nails into his thighs and whined for him to go slow.

As he pulled out and pushed back in again once more, a little deeper this time – he responded calmly: “just breathe”.

I was letting out a perpetual stream of oh my god/holy shit/Mark/unintelligible moans as he slowly picked up speed and depth, settling into a good rhythm – it was a myriad of sensations that I hadn’t known to be possible. Seeing the serious look on his face, his brow covered in sweat, his breathing deep and hard only turned me on more. He leaned forward over me, my legs going back further over my head and sternly said “move your hands off my legs” I whined and did and the pace immediately changed.

His big body began humping on top of me as I was taking it all with each thrust, his hips slapping off the backs of my legs – I was shrieking “oh my god!! Oh fuck!! Mark!!”

He didn’t slow down in the slightest, only responding to say “yeah, take that dick Stacy” in a fully authoritative voice. After a few minutes he pulled out of me, smirking down at me: “you ok?” I was trembling all over and just nodded while catching my breath.

He threw my leg over to one side of my body and said “turn over”. I rolled onto all fours as one of his hands grabbed my hip, the other pressing down on the center of my spine: “ yeah just like that, arch your ass up”. He slid back into me and started pumping in and out in slow, long strokes – his hands caressing and squeezing my cheeks.

“Damn I’ve been waiting to hit this” he said under his breath as he slapped my ass and increased his speed, my moans rising in both intensity and volume accordingly. He gripped my waist right above my hips and he felt amazing, he was holding me in place, my body rocking from his strokes as he started to really fuck me.

My cheeks were slapping loudly off his thighs and he slapped my ass hard which caused me to cry out “Oh fuck!!”

“You like that?” he asked

“Yeah, yeah!” I moaned loudly in response

“How’s that dick feel?” he growled

“Oh fuck! Your dick is amazing!” I yelled, totally lost in this moment, moaning louder than I ever had in my life – only coming back to reality when he announced he was going to cum. Moments later he gripped my cheeks hard and drove in with a final thrust, grunting and groaning as he came – the feeling of him pulsing inside me being an amazing sensation of satisfaction.

As I said above, I am married and am not looking to cheat/meet etc. However I am open to sharing or discussing experiences with anyone who is respectful and interested. I am on KIK at SCDav. Thank you in advance for reading – and thank you for sharing all of your great experiences over the years!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/97i9ny/the_two_firsts