“Now that we’ve got that first one out of the way, let’s see what this big fellow can do to please my pussy,” Liv said that first time we had ever even kissed, gotten naked, made each other cum. Then as I said earlier, the fucking got underway. We had come a long way from her words to me that very first evening we met: “I need you to keep that dick hard for me.” Here I was now, lying in her bed on my back, my thick hard red pole, which had just shot a big load in her mouth, continuing to stand at attention and strain to be inside that hot, wet pussy I had just made cum when I suddenly sucked her clit hard into my mouth.
How could this be happening to me? I asked myself. So suddenly. Out of the blue. And what did it mean? Were we a couple? Was Liv my girlfriend? What did all of this mean to her? What did she want? I had never met a woman like Liv, who felt no need to pretend she didn’t love sex, who took the initiative in choosing a man, pursuing him, inviting him into her bed when she barely knew him. This was a new world for me, an exciting one, but also confusing. I didn’t know what to expect or how I was expected to behave. Words like “boy toy” and “fuck buddy” scrolled through my head as I lay there waiting for what everything had been leading up to from the moment she told me, just after meeting me, that she wanted me to keep my dick hard for her—me fucking Liv, or was it Liv fucking me?—to get underway.
And then underway it got, with Liv taking the initiative. What else? After I’d shot my first load and she said, “Let’s see what this big fellow can do to please my pussy,” she added, “Still loaded and ready for action, I see. Come here.”
Lying back, she opened her arms and invited me into them. She wanted me on top for the first time we fucked. She wanted to see my eyes, my face, my expressions of pleasure, as I reveled in the erotic wonder of her body, the way her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed when she came, how her luscious tits with their beautiful large pink areolas shook when I drove my cock in hard, those sea-blue eyes that seemed to peer right inside me, the red-gold hair like a big halo around her face.
The fucking got underway. After I put one a pillow under her ass to elevate it, and after I’d teased her swollen pussy with my tongue to make it even more eager for my cock, I got on my knees and, for the first time ever, lined my cock up with that inviting pussy. I ran it up and down the wet slit a few times, slowly and teasingly, to cover it with her juice and to tease her, and let its head toy with her clit until she begged again, “Please! Now!”
And then, slowly and with more teasing of her slick hot hole, I began to slip my cock head through the gates of paradise. Liv let out a loud shudder of pleasure and told me to stop, to let her feel my dick just inside her for the first time. She asked if I could feel how much her pussy loved my tool working inside it, how it clenched and tried to pull my cock further inside. She said, “There’s nothing now except your cock and my pussy. Feel that.”
As I discovered that first night together, Liv had control of what her pussy could do to a cock, more control than any woman I had ever fucked previously. She’d later tell me that she did kegels and they helped her get even more pleasure out of sex, and also to work her pussy in a way that gave men more pleasure.
I was far from a first timer that night I first fucked Liv, but I can tell you that after waiting for weeks to get inside her, and after lodging just the head of my dick inside her pussy opening as it pulsed and pulled around my cock head, I found it hard not to shoot. I pulled out to cool down as she smiled and said, “Slow and easy. We have all night.”
Then I notched my tool again inside her opening, as she shuddered and groaned and once again asked me to stop so she could feel my cock starting to fuck her. She loved having the entrance of her pussy, which was very sensitive, played with, loved having just the head enter and re-enter her as she strummed her clit and sometimes came right away from the combined stimulation of her clit and her pussy opening.
Then she gasped out, “More.” And as I slowly thrust inside her, until half of my thick pussy pleaser had entered her rippling, sucking, hot wet tunnel, she took her hand from her clit and grabbed my arms, pulling me down closer to her and thrusting her pussy up to take in my cock. “So good,” she said. “I knew you’d be so good. Now really fuck me, soldier boy.”
And I did just that. She wanted me to continue the kneeling missionary fuck for our first time until I shot inside her. She had told me casually in our conversations that she was on birth control and didn’t expect the men who fucked her to use condoms. She liked for her and them to have the full pleasure of bareback, and, of course, selected men she knew were clean before she allowed them inside her.
Liv loved being fucked missionary, because she loved seeing how much pleasure she gave a man. She watched my face intently as I drove in and pounded her pussy while she smiled, moaning and writhing with pleasure. She liked it when I leaned down to kiss her while I continued driving into her, and loved how that let the top of my shaft work against her clit, an arrangement made more possible by the pillow under her ass.
Liv came several times as I drove into her, working my hard cock against her clit. I discovered that first night how easily she came, and how multi-orgasmic she was. This was a woman made for sex, a woman who loved sex and loved giving sexual pleasure.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, soldier boy?” she said as I continued working her pussy and she could feel my cock starting to swell and get harder and even longer. “I’m fucking loving this, being with you and fucking you,” I grunted. “And you’re fucking loving my fucking wet cunt, aren’t you?” she shot back. “Can you feel how she’s gripping you as you get ready to shoot inside her?”
That did it. I went over the edge as I slammed as far up inside Liv as I could and pumped her pulsing, sucking pussy full of cum for the first time. And then I collapsed onto her, my face buried in her hair next to her neck, as I groaned with exhaustion and delight.
I’d soon find that the evening was far from over. I had learned a lot from Liv already, including how crazy it was that I'd accepted the idea that "real" men don't talk when they have sex, don't focus on what they're feeling and express it. Liv wouldn't permit silence. She goaded me into talking about what I was feelingn and focusing on it, and that's a lesson I have never forgotten.
The evening was far from over, and there were more lessons to learn.
How could this be happening to me? I asked myself. So suddenly. Out of the blue. And what did it mean? Were we a couple? Was Liv my girlfriend? What did all of this mean to her? What did she want? I had never met a woman like Liv, who felt no need to pretend she didn’t love sex, who took the initiative in choosing a man, pursuing him, inviting him into her bed when she barely knew him. This was a new world for me, an exciting one, but also confusing. I didn’t know what to expect or how I was expected to behave. Words like “boy toy” and “fuck buddy” scrolled through my head as I lay there waiting for what everything had been leading up to from the moment she told me, just after meeting me, that she wanted me to keep my dick hard for her—me fucking Liv, or was it Liv fucking me?—to get underway.
And then underway it got, with Liv taking the initiative. What else? After I’d shot my first load and she said, “Let’s see what this big fellow can do to please my pussy,” she added, “Still loaded and ready for action, I see. Come here.”
Lying back, she opened her arms and invited me into them. She wanted me on top for the first time we fucked. She wanted to see my eyes, my face, my expressions of pleasure, as I reveled in the erotic wonder of her body, the way her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed when she came, how her luscious tits with their beautiful large pink areolas shook when I drove my cock in hard, those sea-blue eyes that seemed to peer right inside me, the red-gold hair like a big halo around her face.
The fucking got underway. After I put one a pillow under her ass to elevate it, and after I’d teased her swollen pussy with my tongue to make it even more eager for my cock, I got on my knees and, for the first time ever, lined my cock up with that inviting pussy. I ran it up and down the wet slit a few times, slowly and teasingly, to cover it with her juice and to tease her, and let its head toy with her clit until she begged again, “Please! Now!”
And then, slowly and with more teasing of her slick hot hole, I began to slip my cock head through the gates of paradise. Liv let out a loud shudder of pleasure and told me to stop, to let her feel my dick just inside her for the first time. She asked if I could feel how much her pussy loved my tool working inside it, how it clenched and tried to pull my cock further inside. She said, “There’s nothing now except your cock and my pussy. Feel that.”
As I discovered that first night together, Liv had control of what her pussy could do to a cock, more control than any woman I had ever fucked previously. She’d later tell me that she did kegels and they helped her get even more pleasure out of sex, and also to work her pussy in a way that gave men more pleasure.
I was far from a first timer that night I first fucked Liv, but I can tell you that after waiting for weeks to get inside her, and after lodging just the head of my dick inside her pussy opening as it pulsed and pulled around my cock head, I found it hard not to shoot. I pulled out to cool down as she smiled and said, “Slow and easy. We have all night.”
Then I notched my tool again inside her opening, as she shuddered and groaned and once again asked me to stop so she could feel my cock starting to fuck her. She loved having the entrance of her pussy, which was very sensitive, played with, loved having just the head enter and re-enter her as she strummed her clit and sometimes came right away from the combined stimulation of her clit and her pussy opening.
Then she gasped out, “More.” And as I slowly thrust inside her, until half of my thick pussy pleaser had entered her rippling, sucking, hot wet tunnel, she took her hand from her clit and grabbed my arms, pulling me down closer to her and thrusting her pussy up to take in my cock. “So good,” she said. “I knew you’d be so good. Now really fuck me, soldier boy.”
And I did just that. She wanted me to continue the kneeling missionary fuck for our first time until I shot inside her. She had told me casually in our conversations that she was on birth control and didn’t expect the men who fucked her to use condoms. She liked for her and them to have the full pleasure of bareback, and, of course, selected men she knew were clean before she allowed them inside her.
Liv loved being fucked missionary, because she loved seeing how much pleasure she gave a man. She watched my face intently as I drove in and pounded her pussy while she smiled, moaning and writhing with pleasure. She liked it when I leaned down to kiss her while I continued driving into her, and loved how that let the top of my shaft work against her clit, an arrangement made more possible by the pillow under her ass.
Liv came several times as I drove into her, working my hard cock against her clit. I discovered that first night how easily she came, and how multi-orgasmic she was. This was a woman made for sex, a woman who loved sex and loved giving sexual pleasure.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, soldier boy?” she said as I continued working her pussy and she could feel my cock starting to swell and get harder and even longer. “I’m fucking loving this, being with you and fucking you,” I grunted. “And you’re fucking loving my fucking wet cunt, aren’t you?” she shot back. “Can you feel how she’s gripping you as you get ready to shoot inside her?”
That did it. I went over the edge as I slammed as far up inside Liv as I could and pumped her pulsing, sucking pussy full of cum for the first time. And then I collapsed onto her, my face buried in her hair next to her neck, as I groaned with exhaustion and delight.
I’d soon find that the evening was far from over. I had learned a lot from Liv already, including how crazy it was that I'd accepted the idea that "real" men don't talk when they have sex, don't focus on what they're feeling and express it. Liv wouldn't permit silence. She goaded me into talking about what I was feelingn and focusing on it, and that's a lesson I have never forgotten.
The evening was far from over, and there were more lessons to learn.
