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"Occasionally! You were great! Most girls have no idea what to do! You were like a pro or something!"
At first she frowned, but then she smiled, "I guess I just try to think of what you might want me to do..."
"Well, it WORKS. You're fantastic... and I need to be inside you..."My cock had gotten really intensely hard when I was sucking her clit and I really needed to feel her silky walls around my dick. Squeezing the come right out...
"I think I'm ready-- I'm all wet and I don't want to wait anymore, just, just, go slow, ok?"
"You got it, beautiful! Could you spread your legs for me? Yeah, like that." I got up a little and maneuvered around her so that I was between her creamy looking thighs, bent at the knees, with her feet almost floating above her gorgeous buns. I just looked down at this incredible sight, her trimmed pussy soaking wet directly underneath my jutting cock. I then reached over behind the end of the mattress and found a dark towel (just in case she bled!). She lifted up to allow me to spread it out under her, settled into place, then reached down and squeezed me with both hands, stroking once or twice and said simply, "now..."
I placed the head against her opening and rubbed up and down several times, only NOW realizing how dangerous this could have been. She saw me stop and said the magic words..."I'm on the pill. I did it just before I left for college." Phew! Just my precum and the cum from the last orgasm could have gotten her pregnant! Not what I needed to deal with! I just wanted to FUCK her! So I moved back up against her vulva and wetted up again, and pushed the head inside, waiting for encouragement and reactions... She smiled and seemed comfortable, so I moved back and forth a little to slick up the whole head... It felt wonderfully tight and warm. I wanted to be balls-deep though, but I had to be patient.
I pushed a little more, and we both seemed to feel her hymen blocking my progress, and while she felt discomfort, just pushing against it didn't seem to make her hurt. I stopped, and said, "this may hurt a LOT. Here, just in case it does, put this in your teeth!" I put the end of a pillow into her mouth, and while she chuckled, I think she agreed it was a good idea! And I reached down and caressed her tits with a wet finger, making a dark nipple point up at me more. I leaned down over her so that we could entwine, and said, "anytime you're ready, Angel..." She stared back at the ceiling for a moment, and then nodded, mumbling, "do me..."
And I thrust. Allllll the way in....Ohhh God she felt unbelievable... After the pressure blocking me tore away, I slid into the wettest, smoothest pussy I had ever felt. I didn't want to move (NEITHER DID SHE, for different reasons). Her legs wrapped around my back, and she groaned through the pillow, clenching her eyes shut. I didn't know quite what to feel-- I mean, physically it felt GREAT. But she was in pain-- I decided perhaps to not move until she was ready, and to simply say... "I'm sorry it hurts -- I do know that it'll go away soon... just tell me when you're ready." And I kissed her forehead.
She adjusted herself a few times, not really moving, and it felt like an eternity before she finally opened her eyes again, and wiped some tears away. I wanted to badly to start pumping away, my cock was throbbing so much. I thought I could feel every heartbeat there was so much pressure building up, but then I knew I had to wait for her signal. And after a few minutes, I got it! She looked back up at me and simply nodded.
I started to withdraw a little, very slowly, and held steady for a second, then agonizingly slowly pushed my erection back into her sopping cunt, but I didn't push too hard. I wanted to save the deepest strokes for later, when she was more used to it. Her eyelids looked heavy and began to close, her breathing getting more pronounced. She didn't look like she was enjoying it, so I simply stopped after one thrust. But she squeezed my ass back towards her, and I got the message. Slow but steady...
I had been holding myself above her, but while I'm well built, I'm not that heavy, so I decided to free up my hands a little. I settled down on top of her, and let my weight rest on her. She took a moment to get used to that, but then she put her arms around my back! I took that as a yes! I began to pull back out of her, this time a little more, and set up a slow rhythm of thrusts that seemed to be alright for her. Again, I didn't thrust too deeply (I wanted to so badly!)... and I didn't pull out all the way -- I was trying to avoid letting my glans rub her sore hymen tear too much. But she started barely moving against me, with me, and pushing against my cock as I thrust into her tight snatch.
God she was so tight! I had never been with a virgin before, and she was clamping down so hard on my penis, I thought I'd explode long before we got into any kind of serious fucking! I tried to think of something less sexy than watching myself shoving my cock into this outrageous vixen, but I couldn't turn my thoughts away from her! It was alright, though, we weren't picking up the pace and I was trying to get used to the feeling. It was tight, though! I slowed the pace down a bit.
"Is it ok now, Angel?"
Christine just looked back at me... so I asked again. "Is it OK? You can talk to me-- it might help make it better. Please don't be embarrassed!"
"I'm not embarrassed!" she finally said. "I'm just amazed. I'm still sore, but it's nothing like I imagined it actually would be. It's so strange... and she started moving against me a little more. It feels better when I bend up like that." And we did that a few times-- when I thrust into her (she was getting sooo wet now!), she would tilt her pussy up towards me so I could go deeper. "Phil, could you go a little faster? Unnhhhh... yeah-- like that... I like that!"
"Christine, I don't know how long I can go this speed, you're so tight and hot inside; I might come before I want to-- but if I slow down, you won't enjoy it as much..." I reached down and placed my hands under her ass, squeezed her cheeks and pushed up towards my cock every time I thrust into her. This was ecstasy. I was inside such a hot cunt-- she was asking me to go faster-- and she was squeezing the shit out of my cock.
"Oh.. oh... Phil... Fuck me... fuck fuck... that feels great - yeah squeeze my ass. This is getting better by the minute..." And then she blew me away. She started to squeeze her cunt muscles around my dick. I thought she'd been squeezing all along, but she was just naturally tight as could be! So when she clamped her muscles down, I felt that familiar tightening in my scrotum, and I started pushing in deep!
"Ungggghhh!!Christi-- that's... that's...yeah-- oh FUCK I'm going to cumm.. here--- quick--- grab my balls --" She didn't make it quite in time, but she reached around my ass and just when I felt that lightning bolt start in my crotch and run right up my spine into my skull, OH GOD, she pulled that finger-on-my-ass number and it sent me right over the edge!!!!!
I started spewing my jism deep into her sore pussy, her juices running straight down my balls and onto the towel beneath. I felt every spurt start deep in my balls and move up my shaft and into her warmth... I had reached around and grabbed hard onto her head as my ass pumped me deeper into her cunt; she pulled my head down and onto her face for a kiss-- I couldn't move my tongue, but I still enjoyed it. We were joined at both ends for what was one of the most explosive moments of my life! My vision started getting foggy, and I felt my stomach muscles start to spasm their loss of control...God, she was milking me dry! "Oh, fuck, Angel, your pussy got so tight when you started squeezing me! I wanted to last longer-- I'm," and I was about to apologize but she cut me short.
"Don't say that-- don't say you're sorry-- I didn't expect to cum the first time we did this. I didn't really think I'd enjoy it at all, but...but I did! I did enjoy it! I think I was too caught up in how new it felt to really relax, but if we can do it again in a little while, maybe I'll have more fun!"
I smiled and kissed her long and deep. And when we broke, saliva glistening from her pointy tongue, I leaned down to her neck and started licking small circles around the base of her neck... She just held me tight as I started to soften inside her, and she started to giggle and squirm when I tongued her ear...
So we just lay together for a while, perhaps an hour, perhaps less, but long enough that the sweat beading on my back had dried, and for me to become intimately familiar with the tiny bumps around her nipples, and to discover how really red her pubic hair was! God her crotch was such a turn- on to stare at... and touch... I wanted this to be mine-- for as long as I wanted it, and I knew how selfish I was being. This was like, the perfect pussy. I didn't know what else to think about it-- she had the tightest, best looking, tasting and smelling female genitalia I had ever come across (or in...!). I asked her why her head wasn't a fiery red color like her pussy hair was.
"Well, my hair loses a lot of that brightness in the sun, and just looks blahh. So I color it more a strawberry blonde, and then highlight blonde streaks so that when it changes in the sun, it still looks bright and... a little... stunning, maybe."
"Well, it works... you can stun me anytime!" And I tweaked one of her little dark erect nipples.
"Looks like I did a few minutes back! That was great, to kiss you when you came! I could feel all of it... that must have been amazing. I felt your come move up inside of me. Wow. I mean, I actually felt it hit my cervix or something. And you started losing control. Is it really that powerful? When I come, it's great, and it's sort of a temporary end, but it's not mind-blowing, just a really great release."
I just looked straight back at her! For someone so inexperienced, she was so intent on learning everything about sex! "Well, it's not always that phenomenal, but it was with you. No, No kidding! I mean it! You were really terrific!" I didn't want to leave it at that-- that sounded really tacky. "I don't know what to mention first... I mean, the experience of being your first was really special. But also, beyond that, the sex was great! You have such a sexy body, and personality! And..."
"And what, Phil?" She smiled back...
"And you have such a perfect pussy..." And to drive the point home, I put some saliva on my finger, and reached down and slickly rubbed her clit slowly up and down. She closed her eyes, enjoying me once more, drifting away.
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Christine and I spent quite a bit of time together for about 3 months, when we both realized that we had some personality differences that couldn't be resolved with any ease. Also, I was older, she had much to experience at college, and we had gotten too comfortable too soon with cohabitating so quickly after meeting. She never felt weird about breaking up-- neither did I (although I still miss her silky red crotch!). I spent the night with her one last time right around graduation time, but that was it, and it wasn't as hot as the first several weeks with her had been. Besides, Graduation time had other, more interesting experiences...

Chapter 4: My Good Friend Marc's Experiences (and mine...)
I had met Marc only a year before all my experiences with Kati and Christine started happening. Nonetheless, we'd become best friends very quickly without any effort. We had several things in common. We enjoyed hanging out at the weekend school parties. We enjoyed chasing women and we probably enjoyed the chase more in some cases than the women themselves. I know that sounds bad, but then, I've known girls who've been at least as 'playful' as that in terms of social games. We had similar tastes in music, and enjoyed mall-store and music shopping together. He had a car at the time; I had a motorcycle. We liked the same beer. To address all these common interests in one chapter (and a few others I haven't mentioned), I have to tell you about one time we didn't like the on-campus party that a dorm adjacent to mine was hosting, and left to hit a local bar for a while.
The night I'm talking about was about six months before I met Kati and Christine. Inevitably we'd started by getting at least one 12-pack of Michelob Light bottles, and dumping them all in a little cooler I had. Then we headed over to the party, looking reasonably good; it had been a long day and we didn't feel like dressing to kill. We had the classic schlepp look. It had been early, not too many people were there, but it was a nice way to slowly ease into the evening! We hung out with some folks, drifted around a bit, until it became painfully obvious that if this party was EVER going to see any action/fun, it wasn't going to start for quite a while. I began to get the feeling that perhaps there was an off-campus party that I hadn't heard about (that wasn't often...) and I hated that feeling.
"Marc, let's bag." He agreed, we hopped into his Chevy Cavalier, and before he turned the ignition on, I said, "wait... I think I want to take the bike, too... you never know!" He made a frown, because he always thought that meant I'd leave him early if I picked someone up. But although I've met people when out with him, I never left early whether or not he had met some girl. When we went out, we were a group for the evening. If girls wanted to join in our party, fine. He understood that, and because I KNEW he understood that, I took it to mean that he was jealous of how women reacted to the "want to go for a ride" line... for good reason. It turned out I wouldn't need it that night, but who knows in advance, eh?
I smiled, and said, "so where do you wanna go, buddy?"
He finally grinned and said, "I have a really weird idea..."
Pause. Long pause. "Yeah? So? Keep me in suspense, why don't you!"
"The Well." Hah! Marc wanted to go to the Well! That was funny. You see, the Well was usually a middle-aged (30's & 40's) desperate meat-market kind of place! Every once in a while they had good top 40's dance bands with some flair, but it was funny to go in there! At our age, early 20's, people went in there for a night of comedy.
I thought about it, grinning, thinking, it's gotta be better than this. I had no idea how much it would be, then, though! "You're on! I'll see you there in 25 minutes! Stay in your boat, ok?" And I ran back to my room to get TWO helmets... you never know, right? I ran out to my 3 yr. old Hurricane (I loved that bike), hopped on, and headed out for the 10 mile drive to the Well.
The sky was bright and crisp, the air humid, and the moon was almost full. Full moon weekends always seemed to have their mystique... after all, the strangest sexual events in my life always seemed to coincide with the lunar cycle. Call me nuts.
Although the drive was about 10 miles, there were a bunch of red lights, and also the carefully watched speed limit of 45 mph slowed my progress. I finally made it, not that I had minded the gorgeous night drive at all, and caught up with Marc in the parking lot. It was *full*. I parked up near the front but around the side of the bar, amongst other cycles, and locked my own helmet on next to the spare. I ran over to Marc's car and hopped in.
"Hey buddy! How's the drive?"
"You tell me, Phil! You probably enjoyed it more..." and he handed me a VERY cold Mich Light.
Guzzle. My first cold beer in a while goes down sooo smooth and fast, know what I mean? "Boy that was cold. Gimme another!"
Marc and I always took our beer to the bar and would kill at least two beers before going in, to save on money spent inside. Hey! We were college students. You do what you have to do.
"Know what?" Marc asked.
"No. What?" I reached for another beer and drank about half of it in one long draw.
"I could really do with some pussy!" He made me laugh -- I almost spit out the beer in my mouth!
Well put, I thought. Marc was a nice guy. He was even nice to women, but he probably wasn't as sexually active as I was, so his level of frustration had to be higher... and even saying things like that weren't meant to be nasty or disrespectful, it was just guy-talk. One guy talking to another about how awesome it would have felt -right then- to have some bodacious hot co-ed slip her sex down and over his cock and rhythmically raise him to mind-blowing heights of sexual release...
Phew. "No doubt. Trim hunt! Shall we?" I gestured to our remaining open bottles, and after Marc nodded, I upturned mine and swallowed the rest... we jumped out of the car, locked it up, patted our wallets, turned towards the bar, readjusted our crotches (our OWN), and walked towards the door!
The bass was clearly pounding even before we opened the front door to the bar. It looked kind of sleazy for a nightclub, but then, we already knew that! We also knew that we'd have to pay a couple of bucks to get in. The cover charge was never particularly high; they charged a lot for watered down drinks and had a pretty low operating overhead because the place (despite it's sound and light system) occupied reasonably bad real estate. But, as we always knew, despite their sleazyness and clear desperation (true for both sexes in this joint), there were always a good number of hot looking women. Older women. Oh well. We came for a reason...
We paid our money, looked around and smiled at the funny out-of-date clothing and started filtering through the crowd milling about near and around the entrance area. This was not the corner to be in. So, we located a bar off to the left, and headed over to stand in front of it.
This particular bar (within the club) was an oval/rectangular bar island, seats all around, lots of people in front, turned away from it and toward the dance floor; not many people behind it. Come to think of it there probably wasn't more than one or two back there. Anyhow, we still hadn't seen enough, so I pointed out the area behind the bar island to sit and perch for a bit, and we headed back around and each took a stool, getting into the out-of-date-by-at-least-2-years dance music! My intent when I get to a place like this, within 5 minutes of being there, is to look around, check out all the attractive women, and immediately locate which women are checking me out. There were several women looking my way, as I took my seat, but no one who really grabbed my attention. I watched for a while.
Eventually, Marc said, "OK, Bud. I'm going hunting, alright? Wanna mingle?"
"Nahhh. I'll hang here for a bit."
"Suit yourself..." and he grinned for effect, then left.
I decided to stay put for a bit longer, not because I was being shy, but because I wasn't in the mood yet to get into some long unnecessary conversation with some woman I didn't know, just for the sake of coaxing her into bed. Yet! I said... yet! I needed to get into the right state of mind, where it didn't matter what happened that night; it didn't matter if I found nothing, it didn't matter if I got to fuck the hottest female in the place until I couldn't get it up anymore... that was my zen! If it didn't matter, if I believed it didn't matter, then it would almost definitely happen. Not really. but that way, if I went home empty handed, it was OK, I was still happy, it would have been a fun night. But if I didn't, and I got some of what I wanted, then I enjoyed it all the more. Also, things always seem to happen more when you're not actively looking for them to happen!
So I was checking the place out, and I started to notice certain people's more regular behavior patterns. Certain guys seemed to have a circle that they ALWAYS walked in around the club, to keep moving and see what they might find standing alone by a bar or the dance floor's edge... certain women sat by the bar and did certain hair flips or leg movements when a guy they liked passed by, and the same sort of thing would happen when women ignored a guy. This was starting to be amusing, although I was starting to feel an itch to interact rather than observe.
I got up once, walked around the dance floor slowly, stopping in a couple of places to check out a few ladies dancing with morons, and at one point I noticed that Marc had found himself a tall leggy blond with a really large chest. She wasn't that old, and she looked like the hairdresser type. You know what I mean. I didn't bother him, al- though I winked at him when I caught his attention. Eventually I cycled back to the rear of the bar island and ordered an Amaretto Sour (Amaretto Di Saronno, what else is there?). But, this time, there were several women standing around one spot behind the island, and one of them, as I passed by, smiled a really shit-eating grin. She had a really plain face, with nice but forgettable brown hair down to around her shoulders.
And she had a nice body, for an older woman. I estimated her to be around 40 years of age... Her skin was taut, though, and she definitely worked out. She was wearing a long dark ruffled skirt, and a light blue denim shirt with the tails tied in front (wanna-be younger look, I think). Oh, and she was wearing black western fuck-me boots. No doubt. She was't bad. She was trim... I've never been attracted to overweight women, although I have been friends with many (weight doesn't play any role with friendships, right? Why should it?). I don't even know if I could stay hard. All the women in my family had been grossly over- weight, and I think it permanently turned me off to it. Maybe that's not fair to the wonderful female personalities out there who're carrying around extra weight, but so be it.
Continued in part 6...