Her first other man, part 2

Part two of the story. Some of the events are true, but mostly embellished to
promote the material.

She walked in to the living room wearing a silk pajama top. A light mint green that she had purchased at Fredrick’s earlier that day, along with a silk and lace black garter belt. With a tiny rose on the front and small red bows at the ends of the straps; and or course barely black seamed stockings, and no panties. Her vagina was trimmed, and clean shaven on the sides. Something she had done since she was 15, when she bought her first bikini for a Church Social trip to the beach. Her best friend showed her how to keep from getting razor burn from the salt water.
She did mention that she wanted to buy some “sluty” shoes, but couldn’t afford them; so instead, she had on the shoes that she wore to her senior prom. They where black, simple, with a nice sensible strap and pointed heel. She tried to make her way to the couch, but the Vodka and heels seemed to be a task, no to mention that now there where two naked men in the room. Both ready to gentle explore and ravage her at will. We waited for her to position her self on the couch. My friend lit the room with some scented candles that she always had on for there love making sessions. I added the music: Pink Floyd’s “Darkside of the Moon”. A great album to fuck too.
She took a deep breath and laid her hands off to her side. One side of her PJ’s showed her tiny yet very perky and firm breast. I made my way over, as did my friend. He on her left side, caressing her breast over her silk PJ’s. I ran my fingertips over her thighs, over her stockings, over the clasp, under her knee, and down her shin. She was now blindfolded and could only tell who was who by the pressure of touch. Working my way to her inner thigh, the side of her knee and up to her pelvis. I followed the crease line of her hips, over her lap, and just above her pubic mound. Her pubic hair was soft, down like, barely grown out to fullness. She began to grind her hips to my contact, and sway her torso to my friends touch. He was kissing the back of her neck, and playing with her nipples, whispering to her, “You like being touched by two men?”
“Yes, I love it, “ as he gapped for a breath. Panting with long and shallow breaths, she quivered as he shifted his hands across her chest, down to her stomach. Her hard abs melted to the heat of his palm. Continuing to pant, I ran my fingers over her feather soft pubic hair, barely between her lips. They began to swell, puffy, pink and ready to be touched. I stayed away from her pussy as long as I could, out of respect for my friend. I would not enter her until he said it was ok.

“Put your fingers inside me. Please. Please.” She lifted her hip higher and towards me. I continued to avoid entering her. My friend grabbed her land and laid it across his lap. Spreading her to reveal her the wetness that had began. She slipped out of her PJ tops, and I followed suite in moving her leg to my lap. She was wide, wet and ready. Still I held back. Good thing I did, as my friend initiated move intimate contact, by kissing her stomach, and began to orally stimulate her. Licking that fresh pussy. Kissing those swollen lips, gliding his tongue up her crease to her throbbing and engorged clit. As he thrashed about, her had searched for something to hang onto. I was all too happy to position my cock in a way that she could grab hold and stroke me. Her soft and creamy hands felt like velvet on my head and shaft. She used the pad of her thumb over the head; bring me to the brink of exposition. With out warning, she tugged my cock towards he mouth and swallowed me whole. To the base. I was sure ready to left my self-go in her mouth, her warm, eager mouth. I could feel the vibrations of her moans as my friend sucked on her swollen clit. Salvia began to drip off her chin, pumping my cock in her mouth faster and harder. Her tiny hand barely wrapped around my cock, sliding up and down.
Just then, I see her face blush and mouth agape. Silence flowed out as a big gasp for air filled the void. He entered her. This plump cock had entered her, parting her lips, just enough for her to feel the pressure and heat. Slowly he continued. Painfully slow. Her gaps turned to yelps and whimpers. Her hips tilted on the couch to meet his penetration. Her legs higher in the air nestled under his arms. He reached for her garter belt and plunged into her.

Virginity

I have been reading alot of Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut entries. I feels sorry for this poor girl. SHE NEEDS A COCK AND NOW!.
Take your time.

Your first sex should be the best sex. The setting has to be right.

Romantic, sensual, tender, and erotic.

Your Prince will arrive soon, my dear.

Can you picture Cinderella on the first night she had sex with the Prince?
Under that huge ball gown, seamed stockings, white silk thong, padded bra, and the door way to the kingdom of happy-ever-after land waiting to be opened for the first time.

My first blog, her first other man....

Hi All! I;m new to this blog and would like to share some of my stories with you all. I am a hopeless romantic who loves to fuck! And I fuck hard and nasty. I love to see women in lingerie and help them release there inhibitions. I an engaged have a wonderful sex life with a women who has only had one other partner, other than myself. So these stories help release me of some frustration that I have, due to the inexperience my lover has. Don't get me wrong, she loves to fuck, but just has a hard time being the nasty-sluty-whore I want behind closed doors.
All men want the Madonna/Whore in there lives, it's just some of us are lucky enough to find her.
I have been reading some other blogs,like Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut and, Lingere Dreams decided to give this a shot.

This is a story that I though about on the way home from work a few days ago. Some of the events are true but otherwise embellished to promote the material and to hide the guilty from persecution.

I have always loved sex. From the time I first entered a vagina at 13, I have not known anything that could feel as good, powerful, emotional, and yet so fragile that to have sex with a women. Any kind of sex is good sex. Make-up sex, one night-sand sex, angry sex, first time sex, even bad sex can have an up side to it.
She had just left a relationship of over 3 years. He was to be "The One". Tall, strong, swimmers body, kind and loving, but with a wild streak in him that left her unsure about spending the rest of her life with him. He is a friend of mine and I met her through him.
There were the occasional innuendos about a sex with her, flirting, asking if he was man enough for her. She played along, until one night she mentioned to me, "He is the only man I've ever had sex with until now. I want to know what another man"s cock feels like inside my pussy."
They began dating when she was 19 and he was 25. Quite a spread of time, but he knew that he could develop this shy, mousy girl into a sex kitten with a little self assurances and personal attention. He wanted to make her his fuck toy, and he did. He got her to feel her sexuality internally and externally by telling her how lucky she was. He got her to wear thongs and g-strings and abolish any of her old panties and bras for new ones Fredrick's, Victoria and the likes. She began to love the idea of being an object of desire while still putting on the innocent front that she always carried with her.
They would go to dinner and a show, and he would pick out the garter belt and stocking he wanted her to wear under her dress. She would ask, "What kind of underwear do I wear?" "None" he replied and told her there was a method to his madness. Sure enough he would run his hands up her skirt over her nylon legs, felling the smooth material until it met her freshly shaven legs. The metal clasp of the garter was a lock on sexual feeling she had never felt in her young life. Up her thigh, over the top of her barely nude, seamed stocking, closer to her hip and the crease of her pubic area.
She began to giggle, and pant. Contemplating where she would encourage him to continue to explore her, in such a public area. The pain and anticipation of his hand caressing over her still virginal pussy was too much to handle. She began to squirm in her chair, like she would do at work when she a fleeting fantasy of a man she wanted to fuck. Grinding in small circles, stimulating her pussy to create dampness that only meant one thing. "I need to cum."
In deed that evening she came and came and came and discovered that she could squirt after hours of foreplay that included him fingering her in the back of the movie theater. Trying desperately to hold back the whimpers and yelps of ecstasy she came on the seat, leaving a small stain. "I told you, you where going to make me pee." To her it was "pee"; to him it was her awakening.

This is where I arrive into the picture. We had fun throwing around the idea of three- way sex for a while. My friend would let me watch and participate with him in bringing other pleasures to his girlfriend. The only this that held back this encounter was her agreement that she had to be prepared mentally for it. And on this one evening she was.
After a few Margaritas, a few more beers and cigarettes, we ended up at his place. She kept some of her more provocative lingerie there for his entertainment. Only now she had an overnight bag with a few more new items that she wanted to use on this night. So she had been contemplating this for a while and now she was ready. As he mixed a few more drinks, I prepaid my self in the restroom. Washed my shaved balls and cock. Rinsed my mouth with mouth wash, and waited as she came out of the second bathroom.
She and a well shaped body, medium size frame and tits about 34B. They might have been small but very sensitive, especially her left one. "Before we get started, I want to say that when I stay STOP, keep going until you to fuck me into a coma." We agreed. "Now, I want to do this my way, so don't put your cocks in me until I ask you too." We agreed. And with that she asked to be blind folded and touched. Nothing more that touched all over her silky body. Tenderly running my fingertips over her skin.