 - How did you start your sex life? Was it an easy decision? Was there a long period of foreplay, petting, oral sex, or was it spontaneous? How did you feel having lost virginity? Can you say it became a special experience for you?
My upbringing was very strict as I said, the implications being I was supposed to save my virginity for my husband and stay faithful to him the rest of my life. But it is not a secret that sex is everywhere these days – from TV ads to movies and magazines. So, I was really keen to experience the simple pleasures it had to offer.:) I was in an amateur theater studio at school and sang in a school band, had a lot of friends among older guys, they always looked at me with clear interest. I even tried dating a few of them, but it ended when I did not agree to have sex, and they went on looking for another ‘victim’.
But once I met a very good and absolutely remarkable guy. He had been seeking my attention for 3 month before I allowed him to see me home. Not just see, but to take me home in his new red Lada car. So, after that I began dating him. I had never met a sweeter, more receptive and interesting person before. He gave me flowers every day, bought me my favorite sweets and dared to kiss me only after we had been dating for a month. You do not believe me, do you? I did not believe in my happiness either! He was my dream guy, he was handsome, tall, strong, successful and did not demand the sex retribution from me. But… in two more months it was me who wanted more. At 17 I was pretty well developed for my age, I had learned how to please myself long time ago, and I expected him to take the lead. But he was slow, apparently afraid to scare me off by rushing things.
For several days in a row he would get me turned on big time, and having kissed tenderly, would take me home, swear his eternal love and leave, so that I had to finish off ‘manually’.
I got tired of it, and I decided to launch an assault myself.
That evening I was expecting him by 8 p.m. as usual. Having put the most seductive underwear I had, a mini skirt and a t-shirt with a very low neck I jumped in his car and suggested we go to a ‘nice place’. Asked him to go to the Gulf, a very romantic place indeed. He was a little surprised but, of course, agreed. We set down by the water for about half an hour, I said I felt sleepy and went into the car. It was beginning to get dark. We had had fun in the back seat of his car before: kissed, hugged and chatted, but that time I had different plans. At first we began as usual: I whispered him gentle words in the ear, biting his ear lobe slightly, then offered to caress him.
I began with his neck, and when there was no place for my kisses left, moved down to his chest. When I licked his nipples they became hard, like girl’s, I noticed that he liked it a lot, closed his eyes and enjoyed himself. My tongue was already exploring his belly. I stuck my tongue into his belly button and tickled him there. Then, still in doubt slightly, I undid the button on his pants and checked on his reaction. His eyes were wide open with surprise, but when our eyes met, he gave me a smile, that meant a go-ahead. Having unzipped his light linen pants I took them down to his knees and I felt the tension of his cock through his underpants. He helped me take out his tool and having said: ‘Play with it, my love’, leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes.
I took time examining his ‘friend’, then decided to taste it and soon I was sucking it intensively, all my shyness forgotten, as well as the lack of experience. I squeezed his balls with one hand and helped my mouth swallow his big head with another. My darling moaned sweetly and grabbing me by the back of my head set the proper rhythm of my suction. Shortly, his cock grew especially tense and my boyfriend took it out of my mouth, rubbed it with his hand and shoot sperm on the car floor. I was surprised and asked why he stopped me. He said he did not want to come in my mouth, thinking that might offend me. Having caught his breath, he smiled and suggested I sit on his lap.
I understood what he wanted. Having bitten my lips with his, he dexterously moved a strip of my panties aside, felt my clit and pressed his vibrating finger on it. My pussy was all wet, he felt that and turned on more, I was breathing fast, and my orgasm was already close. He looked me in the eye and saw ‘yes’ in them, pointed his hard cock in my chink. We fucked at the back seat of the car, then on the beach at night, that was not exactly how I picture my defloration, but we loved each other and that was what mattered.
Three months later, at the end of fall I moved to his place and we began living together, I learned to suck real well and to moan aloud, and I still love my man!
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