Leslie: Her First Lover
by tz ©
I wondered if she'd take my cock in her mouth. So far, I'd only known
one other girl that would do it, the others wouldn't do it because it
was "gross" or they were afraid of my cumming in their mouth. Even the
one that would do it would stop and pull my cock out as soon as she
thought I was about to cum.

Leslie bent down and kissed my cock on its head. She stuck out her
tongue and tentatively licked around the top. I was unprepared for the
sensation when she opened her mouth and started to take me inside. I
almost lost it then.

She only put the tip of it in, kind of like a lollipop. I told her in
my current state I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. I was
going to cum.

No sooner did I get the words out of my mouth I felt the tingling
sensation reach a climax and I started to squirt. This caught her
totally by surprise. The first shot went in her mouth. She jerked back
as I shot another string that hit her right on the chin. As she sat
up, my cock was left pointing slightly off angle. I continued to shoot
out several strings of cum. A couple of which went straight up and
landed back on me.

She had this dumbfounded look on her face. I didn't know if she was
going to start crying or what. I figured that's the last time she even
think about sucking on a cock.

To my relief she started laughing, "Did I just do that to you?"

"Yes, and it felt incredible!"

"Like what you did for me?" "Yes"

At that she bent back down and sucked my cock back in her mouth. This
time I was not quite as hard, and she was pulling in more than just
the tip. I began to moan as my erection fully returned. When she had
finished, she pulled up, continuing to suck on my cock until it popped
noisily out of her mouth. She had this proud look on her face, and
pure lust in her eyes.

I'd had enough, it was time to finish this. I pulled her down on top
of me and kissed her. As we were kissing I rolled us over so she was
on bottom. I moved my hand down to her legs and gently parted them.

Feeling her wetness, I again started to put a finger in her pussy.
This time I pushed it in a little deeper. I didn't meet with much
resistance. I started to work a second finger in. She just moaned.

"Leslie, this is it. If you want to stop, you've got to tell me now.
There's no going back if we don't stop now." She didn't say a word.
She looked deep in my eyes, and then leaned her head up and kissed me.
I took that to mean I should keep going.

With her legs spread, I positioned myself near her opening. I used my
hand to playfully slap my cock against her waiting pussy.

I positioned my cock at her entrance and started pushing my cock into
her. Her pussy lips opened to accept the invading member. I knew she
was tight from when I used her finger, but I didn't feel any
resistance. I figured she was either using tampons or she wasn't a
virgin like she made out. Slowly, I pushed more of my cock in her.

Then I felt it. The slight barrier that was pushing back. I knew she
was a virgin, and that I had found her hymen by the grimace on her
face. I started to pull back, to take it easy.

"No! Don't stop! I know it's going to hurt, but it feels so good.
Please don't stop. Just push it in me."

"Don't you want me to take it easy, go slowly so you can get used to
it?"

"No, just push it in. I'm afraid. If you go slow I might want you to
stop when it starts to hurt, and I don't want you to stop."

I looked in her eyes. I could see the fear. The pain. The uncertainty.
That part of her that was unsure of what she was saying.

I kissed her on the mouth. She kissed me back. And while our mouths
were together, I pushed through the barrier. She screamed in my mouth
and broke off the kiss. God was she tight! It felt like my dick was
caught in a vice. A very warm, very wet and slippery vice. I was in
heaven. I had never felt anyone that tight before. Only after I got to
experiment with anal sex did I find anything that was as tight as her
pussy.

"Ow! Oh my god that hurts. Your too big, it feels like your ripping me
in two."

A tear rolled out of one eye. I kissed it. "It will be alright. I'll
stay still until you get used to it. I'm sorry it hurt."

We lay there for what were the longest and most agonizing minutes in
my life. My cock planted deep in her pussy, the urge to begin fucking
her so strong, but I had to control it for her sake. In reality it was
probably not more than a few seconds.

"It's not hurting as much now." "Are you sure?" "Yes"

I slowly pulled out part way and gently pushed back in. "Oh my god!
That feels so good!"

With each gentle thrust I pulled out a little more. I kept up a
deliberately slow and steady rhythm. I don't know how I managed not to
cum right away. Eventually I was pulling all the way out and pushing
all the way back in. I don't know which one of was got the most
pleasure, her feeling me slide in and out over and over, or me
reveling in the sensation of sliding my cock into her pussy each time
I thrust back in.

She got into the rhythm and her hips were going with mine. She was
noisy, making all kinds of moans and grunts every time my balls would
slap her in the ass.

"Oh yes! Fuck me! Harder! Faster!." And it was my strongest desire to
do just as she wished.

She began to tense and I could feel her pussy contract around my cock.
Both of us came that time, and I shot load after load into her womb.
"I can feel you squirting me! It feels so weird." I could feel her
pussy muscles as they milked my cock dry.

A few minutes later, as we were snuggling together, "Oh no!" she
cried, "I'm not on the pill."

"Shh!" I quieted her, "there's no point worrying about it now. What's
done is done. Everything will be OK."

Somehow we got into a comfortable position with my cock still in her
pussy, still semi-hard, and we drifted off to sleep.

When either one of us would wake up, we'd start all over. We made love
at least 4 more times throughout the night. Each time I deposited a
load of cum deep in her pussy. And a couple of times in her mouth. At
first she'd spit out my cum, but the last time she swallowed it all
and used her mouth to clean the rest off my cock. She was incredible!

She never did go on that date. She stayed at my hotel most of the time
I was in town. No one knew of our time together. I still don't know
how we managed to keep it a secret.

About three nights later there were reports on the local news about
young women disappearing, with a taxi driver wanted for questioning
related to the disappearances. To this day I don't know if it was the
same taxi driver, all I can say is I have more than one reason to be
glad I stepped in and stopped her from taking that taxi home.

She must have stopped worrying about getting pregnant as well, we
never used any birth control. Fortunately our timing must have been
right because she didn't get pregnant.

After that time, we ended up going our separate ways. Every so often
when I'd come back into town we would get together. Most of the time
she'd wind up back at my hotel. Turns out she was quite the little
nympho. I kept up with her while I could, hearing about her seeing
this guy or that guy. And while she never seemed to settle down, I'd
like to think our time together boosted her self-confidence and gave
her the push to get out and be with others.

We kept in touch for a while. Then one day out of the blue she called
me up and made arrangements to fly out to see me. I was thrilled. I
could tell when she arrived that she had something on her mind, but
she never brought it up. We spent a wonderful three day weekend
together, and while we had made all kinds of plans to go out on the
town, we somehow spent most of our time together in bed. Somehow she
was still as tight as I remembered her, but that's another story for
another time.

Sadly, after that, we drifted apart. We didn't talk to each other
directly and played phone tag a couple of times just trying to say HI.
Somehow 4 years went by.

The last time we saw each other was about 3 days ago. I came back to
town and ran into her at a mall. We hugged and sat down at a nearby
bench, on the edge of a play area for kids. As we talked, it was just
like old times.

We talked for several minutes, catching up on each other's life. I was
telling her about my career and travels. She told me about going back
to school and the good job she had. We must have talked for about 10
minutes when she suddenly said, "I've got something to tell you."

Right then a little boy about 3 years old came up and said, "Mommy,
who's that?"

Leslie looked at me, chewing on her bottom lip and blushed slightly...