that little fucking game changer [part II]
Logic prevails! Don’t skip part I of this post.
Listen to this song while you read.
…His cock was trying to escape, so I stroked him while he grazed his teeth against my tits. Then he pushed me down and smiled, “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget.”
I learned really, really quickly that Ben was the kind of guy who closed his eyes while slowly sucking your juices off each finger after he’s done tongue-fucking you. I hadn’t had one of those in a while, and it was even hotter because he’s only the second guy I’ve been with who is younger than me. He was so eager, in retrospect quite endearing.
But at the time I was just gasping for breath as I moaned because he was seriously enjoying himself that much. My eyes usually stay closed since my head naturally rolls back when I have someone’s tongue between my legs, but I glanced down a few times and enjoyed the sight of his eyes shut, drinking in my come as it flowed out after each building orgasm.
Finally after bucking my hips up high a few times in a row from writhing, I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up next to me. “I need to fuck you now.” He nodded with a quick smile, I found the right condom. He fumbled with it so I took over and rolled it on, I couldn’t wait any longer. I climbed and slid down on his upright cock…I nearly screamed. I sat my ass down and swung my hips slowly around, letting him fill me up. Once I felt like I knew his angles, I slowly pulled my pussy up over each inch of his cock…and then slammed down, fucking hard. He reacted with a huge moan and I pumped my body on him, increasing speed until I was literally vibrating. I can only imagine his tipsy state of mind, lights on and me letting out a mass of pent-up energy all over him. I grunted and groaned as my slit expanded and worked through orgasm after orgasm.
After a long time, he finally wanted a go so he rolled me over and pushed inside as far as he could, staying there for about fifteen seconds while slowly rotating his hips. My head was hanging off the end of the bed and when he plowed into me I almost fell off backwards! Woah there!
With his feet against the headboard he picked up speed. Presumably because of his tipsy state, his rhythm was not very constant…but I figured out how to enjoy the unpredictability factor. We needed to work on the height difference because it was challenging to mesh when he took charge. When he turned my body around with my head on the pillow and did me with my ankles at his ears, we clicked. He brought me to orgasm after ten or fifteen minutes. It was my turn again.
I climbed back on top of him and he blurted, “Holy shit, you’re so fucking hot.” I rode him and could tell he was getting close to coming. As I slowed down after a particularly good orgasm he asked, “Can we do doggy style? I really want to take you from behind.” I declined because I was at the end of my period and thus felt a little drier and more raw than usual. But I added, “We’ll definitely do that next time though.” “So there’s going to be a next time, eh?” he retorted coyly.
I laughed, still riding him, and said, “Well I’m having a good time so I think there will be.” His eyes rolled back into his head as he said, “Hell yeah,” grabbed my waist, and pushed my hips down harder.
After about an hour and a half of this, he still hadn’t come. He was close several times, but I was getting pretty exhausted. We mutually masturbated and after I achieved yet another orgasm, he just said, “Gaahhh I give up!” Poor Ben, but hey we tried.
We fell asleep after that. Well I did at least. He had a hard time falling asleep with his hard-on. Come morning, I felt him kiss the back of my neck and rolled over into his arms and noticed his waiting shaft. He clearly needed to explode, so I sleepily moved down and took his cock in my mouth. I deep throated him past my gag reflex and swirled my tongue up and down while bobbing steadily. I wanted it to be quick, so I swirled and sucked his balls into a frenzy while he jacked himself off. After five minutes of this double effort, he suddenly slowed down and a heavy stream of hot come spread out all over his chest and my neck as I leaned up to catch some of it. It was one of the biggest loads I’ve ever seen. He sighed deeply and moved to clean it up right away. I told him to just enjoy it for a minute. He smiled and closed his eyes while I massaged his upper thigh.
All pretty excellent, right?
Well, the part of the story that you just read was actually written a few days after Ben and I fucked. Details in tact, excitement of the experience preserved, but the kicker still yet to come chronologically.
Ben started acting clingy after this encounter, you know with the annoying pointless texting, facebook chatting, all the things I can’t stand. He wanted to date me, I just wanted a consistent fuck buddy who could respect my busy schedule.
A week later I was quite blazed at a friend’s house, cuddling and catching up. One of Ben’s and my mutual friends came home, who I hadn’t seen since the sex had been accomplished. So I tell her, “Guess what, Ben and I had sex!”
She said, “I know! Did he talk to you?!”
“About what…?”
“You know, did he tell you…?”
“I’m super duper stoned so you’re going to have to spell it out for me, hon.”
“Oh my god!! He didn’t tell you!?! FUCK!”
“Tell me what?! What, what, what?”
…Did I expect this?
No, both at that moment and retrospectively, I did not.
“Ben was a virgin until you.”
Cue incredulous, confused, baked expression.
Then lots of “nooooooooooooo’s” and “really?!’s.” And then obscene amounts of laughter. Go ahead, laugh. It’s pretty fucking funny.
So here’s a tried-and-true tip for all you nerdy virgin guys who just want to get your first time out of the way: tell the hot experienced girl that you’ve been drinking and she’ll assign all the signals indicating inexperience (which retrospectively are really fucking obvious) to being tipsy.
Signals such as…not being able to put the condom on right. Not spending a lot of time actively fucking her even though you acted like you wanted to. Putting your cock and body in at weird angles that don’t work or make sense. Not knowing where your feet should go or how to pump fast. Lucky for Ben, instead of popping in two minutes he couldn’t even come the first time. Perhaps some viagra was involved?
Or better yet, aforementioned virgin audience, just be honest with your partner and you can hopefully work something out, especially if they’re already attracted to you.
However, I was presented with an ethical dilemma. Do I tell him I know, have a serious discussion about it, and continue fucking him because he was actually pretty good? Or do I pretend to have never known and brush him off until he leaves me alone because I can’t keep a secret like that? Well first I did what any sensible woman does. I consulted my male friends. The jury was actually unanimous. If you have a strong opinion I’d be curious to hear it in the comments.
I let him believe he was a rockstar in bed his first time and that he got away with me not knowing so that he can have a relatively normal sexual future. I ignored him and felt like a total bitch doing it because from his perspective there was no logical reason for it. At one point I felt kind of bad so I acquiesced to a quick study break because he “needed to talk to me.” I thought, okay, maybe he wants to tell me what happened from his perspective and it will be worth my time.
Nope, he wanted to date me. Woops, sorry buddy! I told him the truth - I’m polyamorous and casually fuck multiple people, of which I had informed him on my birthday but perhaps he was too drunk to remember. That was not so appealing to him. I had no desire to repeat the boy I lost my virginity to, actually a fairly similar type of guy (who you’ll meet at some point, in time). So long, farewell, please text me no more.
I only hope that he actually consented to the sex and that I didn’t unknowingly take advantage of him/steal his virginity. I’m fairly confident that I did not. However, I’m definitely not a very “special” person, such as the one you’ve been waiting so long for to have pop your cherry. It seems that wasn’t his particular fantasy. In any case, he definitely had an epic first time.
Simple conclusion: I definitely fucked a virgin without knowing he was a virgin. I was his first; he’s one of my favourite stories. Smart kid with a great cock, I’ll give him that.
Now all you want to know is how to go? Have you tasted blood and you want more (more, more, more!)? [points for reference]
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