Losing her virginity

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We’d listen to our music, drink the coffee and lie on the floor again. Then one day she suggested that we go to her bedroom. Her parents weren’t due back for hours. My heart raced. I knew that the moment was near. We walked silently hand-in- hand down the hallway, kissing as we entered her room.

There we stood facing each other, kissing as we always did, playing and tugging at our clothes as if we were experts, but neither of us was committed to removing a thread of clothing. We’d been in the room for an eternity before she took a step back and slowly unzipped her skirt. It fell to her feet. She then reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, pulled a strap over a shoulder and then extracted it over her arm through one armhole of her top. She dropped it to one side, came back to me, gave me another long kiss and then lifted her top over her head.

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And there they were. For the first time since puberty, two new butterflies emerged from cocoons. They unfurled their wings and revealed nature’s wonder. I wanted to stare at those two beautiful creatures forever but politeness lifted my eyes to hers. I watched her turn and walk towards the bed. She sat on its edge and gestured for me to come over.

Before I’d considered what to do she reached for my pants—pulling them down, manoeuvring them over the throbbing obstacle in front. It bounced up into sight and I wondered what she thought of it. Did she see an emerging butterfly too? I couldn’t tell. She was just as kind and lifted her eyes to mine. I suppose she felt the same mix of politeness and shyness.

I undressed myself completely and looked at her lying on her bed. She smiled back. She had one tiny triangle of fabric left on her body—a cocoon that covered one last miracle. She lifted herself so I could ease it off… and there it was, perfect and pure. I managed a new state of hardness after that.

There are no words to describe how the uniting feels, not really. As it is, uniting does it no justice. Forget about lovemaking, sex, fuck and orgasm too. The difference between going in and being in is so great that it consumes every vernacular in a dictionary. There are no words left for what comes after. It’s beyond words, beyond precious!

So it was that within the blink of an eye, in our private moment, we crossed over and each left our childhood behind. We had transcended. We walked as adults. Soon Nina’s sanctuary became mine to visit time and time again.

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Tease Torment

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I kissed her face, pulled her away from the wall further and then slammed her body against it even harder. I enjoyed the sensation of the hot air escaping from her mouth onto my face. I thrusted my groin into hers again and waited for the sounds of pleasure to rise. She groaned and beckoned for more. I wanted to slam her into that wall just to find out if she was even capable of saying stop. A crack even developed in the plasterboard. I remembered having to tell myself to settle down. I didn’t want to break my new toy. I don’t know how many times I pushed her against that wall but I do know she didn’t object to any of it.

And I never noticed when my other hand found her bottom. It’d become buried somewhere inside the cleft. I extracted it and placed it above her left breast. I unclenched my other and let go of her blouse, smoothing its creases across her chest. I placed my hand under the breast so that the fabric hugged its form tightly. I stared at it for a while, admiring it, especially the bit where the nipple altered the cloth’s shape ever so slightly. What a magnificent thing that nipple was, perfectly designed to attract a mate. A mate had certainly found it. One was making use of it. One was taking the time to appreciate its perfection.

She opened her eyes and looked down at me quivering. “What are you doing?”

‘Tormenting you.’

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She shuddered. “It’s working.”

She began to wriggle. I moved in closer and said to her softly, “Don’t move.”

“Why? Are you going to torment me like this all day?”

“Don’t speak either.”

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Well Hello Clit.

butterfly“There ya go sport, well done. You did it!”

Yes, I talk to it like it’s detached. I ‘ll have conversations with it, teasing it to talk back. I don’t think that’s an unusual expectation. It replies anyway… not in the language you and I use but I get a response just the same.

You see it’s owner doesn’t moan much. She’s a conservative lover that one. Lisa’s not one to writhe and twist about like a wild child. She’s frustrating that way. I prefer my lovers to shout out and buck. That’s how I know things are going well. The only way I know Lisa is going well is by a tiny pinch she gives my finger. That’s why I leave one in whenever I’m talking to it’s good friend the clit.

I’m not complaining. Lisa’s got a great body… her skin is creamy smooth and her hair falls gently over some very sexy shoulders. I love a lady’s neck and shoulders, this is where femininity starts. And when she smiles, those eyes of hers twinkle so brightly… it’s almost as if I could fall into them.

Her pussy’s not bad either. It’s just as inviting. I’ve seen a few and this one’s the one I’d choose to put on my mantlepiece. Unfortunately, it’s just a bit sleepy in the bedroom.

Yes, she’ll come quietly. It’s easy to miss. Her breathing changes but that’s not enough to go by. The true give away is a tiny clamping-down she produces just inside her pussy. My finger acts as a gauge, telling me were in her orgasm she is.  Without it, I’m just guessing.

I know what she thinks about my abrupt finger insertion at the start of play. She’d tell you that I’m like all guys, sticking things in there way too soon, well before a girl’s had time to warm up but, let me say this in my defense: I don’t do it for everyone. There’s a reason why Lisa gets special treatment.

Firstly, she only hates the beginning of it… well, let’s say, she tolerates it. By the time she’s on her way to orgasm, she doesn’t even know it’s there anymore.

Secondly, she won’t come on a finger fuck. She won’t come on a cock either. She’s a clit-girl through and through. If anything else is messing around with Lisa’s downstairs department, she’s not going to get there. The trick is not to move that finger once it’s in and let her body desensitise over the following few minutes.

Her husband worries she’s going to bite down on him one day but she’s a good girl. She holds her teeth well away. She looks after him. He looks after her too.

“Can I make us tea?” He asks extracting himself from her mouth.

She smacks her lips and nods. She looks down at me. “Mitchell, you want one?”

I lift my head and see that cheeky smile looking down at me. She’s a gem like that…  very courteous and a real sweetie too. “Just white for me thanks.”

Ken leaves the room and I lift myself over his wife, lowering my hips onto hers. Nice and slow I insert, watching her eyes roll back in her head as she takes in the fullness of my shaft.

It’s a good arrangement… and it kind of suits my laid back personality. I don’t want strings and neither do they. Sex with them a couple of times a month does me fine. To be frank, if Lisa was my wife, I would’ve filed for divorce by now. I just can’t handle the conservative-orgasm thing. Like I said, I prefer one who lets go and shows her approval. I guess, in a way, she does do that. If she didn’t like it, I wouldn’t be up to my nuts in the prettiest pussy on the planet… and they’ve been having me doing this for over for a year now!

Ken and Lisa have been married for years, ten I think, and we get on like a house on fire. There’s always dinner. There’s wine too, and silly jokes. That first time was strange and nervy. Entering someone else’s woman while he watches on is a strange thing… but only strange once. Now we talk, experiment and drink tea while enjoying our threesome nights.

She wraps her arms around me and asks me to push up high. We kiss deeply and our hips grind together. Her breathing quickens. Is it true? Could this be her first vaginal orgasm?

“Thank you,” she whispers.

I’ll be damned. She’s never done that before. That’s cute.

The thing is, he comes too quickly. Poor fella. She needs a bit more than he can give. He’s one of those two-strokers. I’d be angry if it were me. I like sex way too much to have it over so soon. What’d be the point of it all?

“Sit on me?” I ask. Without encouragement, she closes her legs and we roll over together. She rises and brushes her hair from her face.

“Can you do her from behind next?” Ken asks entering the room, placing the cups on the side table.

It’s a request I’ve heard several times. “Sure,” I reply. Lisa smiles.

He likes to watch his beautiful woman being driven from behind. I don’t blame him. I’d like to watch it happening sometime too. Those breasts would swing back and forth in time with her hair. I’d like to see her flesh being pounded, those sexy ripples being sent along her silky body.

“Can you take a photo of her face this time?” I ask.

“Why?”

“I want to see what she looks like when I’m doing it.”

Ken’s already got hundreds of pictures of my nuts cosily nestled against his wife’s sweet pussy. I don’t see the fascination. Surely a man can get by with one or two clear and decent shots. What’s he gonna do with a few hundred more? They all look pretty similar to me anyway.

If it were up to me, I’d get another guy in so I could go around the front and watch her face myself. I don’t need shots of it. I’d prefer to watch in real time.

Lisa leans down and kisses me. “Thank you.”

Again? Wow! This is new! Or is it?

You see, I’m developing a brand new theory about her. I think she’s been having orgasms all along but keeping them to herself. Perhaps she didn’t want her husband knowing how much of a good time she has on someone else’s dick. I don’t think she should worry about that, he’s happy just taking pics. I say let it out girl. You’re already having sex with another man. You got over that idea fine… and don’t tell me you’re doing this for your husband. I see the fire in your eyes. You’re the one who makes the calls… and those sweet kisses of yours feel pretty real to me.

“Can you do it now?”

“Okay Ken. Get your camera ready. Spin around sweetie.”

Lisa nods, smiles and flicks her hair to one side, lifting one leg over my chest. Yes, she likes to stay connected too.

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The Cost of Passion

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“Do you know how much that skirt cost me buster?”

“Bend! Do it!”

“No. Not until—”

I hooked a finger onto the waistband of her knickers and pulled her backwards. She continued to complain but complied anyway. That’s strange, don’t you think? I was taught to respect women’s wishes. Mother said I’d do better if I did. Nina just placed her hands on the wall, bent over and did what had I told her to do. I kicked her feet apart.

“Bend over, I told you! Bend! More!”

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Advance on her!

“Alright, I am! I am!” Her legs were separated about as far as they could go and she was bent at right angles to the wall. “You’ll pay for a new skirt, do you know that!”

I reached down for the sodden crotch of her knickers and grabbed them at the cleft of her body. She twitched as my hand entered that forbidden region. “Not those. I mean, I can just take them off and—”

Can you believe that? After losing such an expensive garment and making it her business to tell me about it, she still wanted to protect the tiniest, most inexpensive bit of cloth on her body.

Advance!

We both know it’s not about protecting the knickers. It’s about preserving the last line of defence. A controlled surrender offers some dignity. I wasn’t interested in providing dignity, not to Nina. Those gates of hers were coming down regardless. Dignity was a luxury—something she couldn’t afford and wasn’t worthy of being given. I stood beside her and held her neck with my left hand. “You want this to happen.” I squeezed her knickers tightly and felt the warmth of her wetness ooze around my fingers.

“I don’t want this. I don’t want—”

She does! No is yes.

“You want it like this and I’ll show you that you do.”

I said no is yes.

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Nina’s Surrender.

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“Alright, I am! I am!” Her legs were separated about as far as they could go and she was bent at right angles to the wall. “You’ll pay for a new skirt, do you know that!”

I reached down for the sodden crotch of her knickers and grabbed them at the cleft of her body. She twitched as my hand entered that forbidden region. “Not those. I mean, I can just take them off and—”

Can you believe that? After losing such an expensive garment and making it her business to tell me about it, she still wanted to protect the tiniest, most inexpensive bit of cloth on her body.

Advance!

We both know it’s not about protecting the knickers. It’s about preserving the last line of defence. A controlled surrender offers dignity. I wasn’t interested in providing dignity, not to Nina. Those gates of hers were coming down r. I stood beside her and held her neck with my left hand. “You want this to happen.” I squeezed her knickers tightly and felt the warmth of her wetness ooze around my fingers.

“I don’t want this. I don’t want—”

She does!

“You want it like this and I’ll show you that you do.”

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