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My First Lay
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I sat in my room with all my candles burning. The
flickering light pranced across the room like orange and red
shadows running from one another, falling on the bookshelves
and their various occupants. Each binding giving forth its own
version of a reflection of the glow. Through the sliding glass
doors the night was lit by the full white moon, though it
seemed to be dark and cold from inside the covers of my
futon. The house around me was dark as well, the electricity
having been disconnected days before, however it didn't
bother me, for in a house like that it was not unusual to have
eerie and bizarre things occur. It was a house with a strange
past and even stranger residents. I was sitting and writing by
candlelight, discussing things with myself on paper. It was the
usual conversation about the relative merits of life and death.
For reasons beyond my ken I suddenly thought of
my first lay. I think it was the candles. I could remember her
face above mine, lit by the glimmer of flame falling across her
features as she looked deeply into my eyes, her countenance
shaped in the form of rapture.
It could have been that I had seen her recently. Eight
years after that fateful night, and many miles. There she was
walking with a friend. At first I hadn't recognized her. I did
however do a double take at her supernatural beauty, her
shapely proportions seeming to call me and demand my
attention. Then I realized it was someone I had known long
ago. I called to her and she turned, a look of mild confusion on
her pretty face. A look that turned to recognition and happy
surprise when she matched my face to my voice.
We talked, she, her friend and I, about affairs of the
soul and spirit. The whole time I could sense a deep
unhappiness inside of her, a feeling that she was desperate for
something to fulfill her. We ended the conversation and
exchanged phone numbers and promises to keep in touch.
Weeks went by, almost a month. She was married
and I had no wish to interfere with the relationship she had
with her husband. And yet I would find myself thinking of her
at the oddest times, remembering her intense passion for life,
her outrageous sense of humor and her incredible intelligence.
There I was in my room, thinking of her again, so I decided to
call her. We chatted for awhile, each talking around matters of
merit. Finally I mentioned that it would be nice to see her, that
night. She said she would like that but she wanted to go
someplace neutral. I agreed and we decided that she would
drive to my place and we would go from their to the beach.
Considering that she was doing that instead of getting the
chocolate milkshake she craved, I promised her that I would
show her a beautiful night at Goat Rock, a beach I had visited
many times and had found to be a panacea for the heart. I
knew it would have to be something pretty special to hold a
candle to a chocolate shake.
She arrived in jeans and a flannel shirt and looking
unsure of the wisdom of the outing. Neither one of us was sure
of our motivation, so by an unspoken agreement we didn't
mention it.
I gave her a heavy jacket and we jumped into her
truck; I drove as she didn't know the way. With music playing
and wheels rolling, we sped off to the beauty of the Pacific
ocean on a cold moonlit night. The drive out was glorious, the
bright white moon glowing softly in sussurating syncopation
to the sound of the engine. We drove along the Russian river
on Hwy 116, the water of the river leading us on the journey
through the land of the spirit to the ocean of the soul. After a
time we saw the strip of fresh water meet the roiling power of
the mother of all waters; we crossed the bridge over the river
and headed west to the turnout for the beach. Along the one
lane road we were greeted by the sight of some deer
silhouetted in dark contrast to the lustrous silver light of the
moon, it was a vista to take the breath away; the deer, the
moon, the rolling hills reaching their bony rock fingers into the
massive ocean. And off to the right was the impressive form of
Goat Rock.
We stayed at the beach for hours, standing for awhile
on the old lumber railway pier, watching the waves crash with
mighty blows against the cement outcropping, then sitting on
the side of the dunes out of the winds. There we talked, of the
past and how it was that we ended up in the places we had,
and of the feelings associated with the relationship we had
between ourselves and others. After getting wet from the spray
on the pier and talking, we decided it was time to get on.
The drive back was quiet, each lost in our own
thoughts. I could tell that in her heart of hearts she was still
feeling the sorrow and anger that I had noticed before. Was
there anything that could be done for her? No, I decided, she
must do it for herself, just as I must take care of myself when I
am disturbed. Her face was not built for discontent, such a
thing of beauty and poise deserved only happiness and light,
and yet it was not a happy face.
I began thinking of the sensation of sitting next to her
on the beach; the wonder of her! And I remembered her as she
was, wasp thin waist above beautifully proportioned hips, legs
that were built for kissing and a neck that screamed for the
affection of a moist tongue. I knew that if anything the years
had made her more desirable, and I could not help but wish for
a taste of her loveliness. Alas, I thought, it couldn't be.
As we pulled into my driveway I was non too
delighted to see that somebody had decided that my GTI
needed a new paint job. That would have been fine if they had
been less creative and left the windows alone. Apparently the
windshield wipers got in the way as well, they were bent and
twisted away from the window. Angry and depressed over the
vandalism, I got back in the truck and sat in silence for awhile,
considering who might have done it, and what I was going to
do.
While I was brooding she reached over and touched my neck
at the base of my hairline, sending a chill down my spine to
my toes and back up to my heart. My hand shaking from the
strain of my desire, I too reached up and touched her, gently
running my fingers through the fine strands of silky hair at the
base of her neck. I was delighted by the slight moan of
pleasure that escaped her lips. Encouraged, I pulled her close
and kissed her deeply, stroking her lips with my tongue and
tasting of her sweet scent; I cupped my left hand around her
breast and felt the nipple rise underneath as I rubbed my
thumb over the material that covered it. Lo and her body
trembled and my breath came in gasps, as we embraced my
heart ran a race through my nerves and I knew that I wanted
her spread before me, naked and open for me to plunge into
her erotic depths. After what seemed like forever, and was not
enough time, she broke the embrace; I asked what she wanted.
She said that she wanted me, but that she wasn't sure if she
wanted the consequences of such an action. I waited a time,
and responded that I understood that she had to do what she
had to do, and that I would really like to make love with her;
whatever decision she made I would honor, I would also
honor myself by being very clear about what I wanted.
She made her decision, and I was elated when she
said, "I will come in." We got out of the truck and hand in
hand walked through the cool, dark house to my room. An
island of sanity in an ocean of craziness, my room smelled of
incense, books, clean air and wax. Though cold it did not seem
frigid, as it did in the rest of the house. She laid her purse on a
chair and looked around, perhaps unsure of where to start. Her
big eyes stared at me in wonder and delight as I moved softly
toward her, implacable in my need. I ripped my jacket off and
relieved her of hers, and in the process was drawn close
enough to smell her feral desire.
I kissed her, long, hard and deep, scorching her lips and tongue
with the passion of my mouth, sucking on her tongue and lips,
biting them and moaning into her throat. My hands roamed all
over her body, pulling her close as I ground my hard cock
against her pubis. I grabbed her ass in both hands and thrust
against her as we kissed, and she rapped one of her legs
around mine in enthusiastic response, grinding herself against
me and pushing her pussy against my hardness. I was
hyperventilating so badly I was near to fainting. She decided
she'd had enough as well, for suddenly she stopped, pulled
back and said, "Can we please get naked?"
"Of course," I responded, "I'd love to."
We each proceeded to undress ourselves, watching
the other and making soft cooing sounds of appreciation. Until
finally we stood naked, and for a moment paused to admire
the beautiful physique of the other. I stood at five foot nine
inches, 185 pounds, and muscled in a lithe, handsome way,
with my penis standing out from my body at rigid attention.
She was around five foot four inches tall, with firm breasts and
incredibly long nipples, a flat stomach, and an ass that would
give a ninety year old paraplegic a hard on. I could see her
watching my dick as closely as I was looking at her obviously
wet pussy, and we both moved as one to lay down on my bed.
She cupped my aching balls in one hand and
wrapped the other around my throbbing cock as she seemed to
study it intimately, then she plunged her mouth over the head
and stuck her tongue into the hole at the tip. Slowly she
brought the whole of my prick into her mouth, and out again,
and again, until she was moving her mouth and hand up and
down my cock in a steady pistonlike motion, all the while
holding my balls, pulling on them, squeezing them, and
pushing them up to be sucked on. First one, then the other,
leaving my pubic hair glistening with her saliva. All this time I
had been laying back, enjoying myself by holding and twisting
first one nipple, then the other. They were as big around as my
pinky, and I loved the way they felt when I pulled on them.
I couldn't wait any longer, I had to please this woman,
I had to taste the sweet cunt juices I could feel dripping onto
my leg. So when she stopped sucking my cock to take a
breather, I gently pushed her aside and rolled on top of her and
said, "My turn!"
I started at her face, licking her eyelids, her lips,
kissing her and sucking on her tongue. I then had to sample
that supple beauty she called a neck, I did so by nibbleing on it
and her earlobes, biting a bit too hard to bring the level of
sensation up to where she would be unable to control herself.
Her breasts were next, and oh what a delight they were! I
grabbed one and stuffed as much of it as I could into my
mouth; using my teeth just a little, I slowly slid up her tit until I
had her nipple between my teeth. I bit it just so, until I felt her
flinch, then I gently, oh so gently licked it as I felt it pucker and
become hard, like a little penis trying to fuck my mouth. I bit
my way over and continued with more of the same on her
other tit, sucking and nibbling for a time. I could tell she
wanted me between her legs, so I took my time, moving to the
spot between her breasts where her heart could be felt to beat.
She moaned and said that she had dreamt of me doing that,
and that she wanted nothing more than to make love to me. I
knew that she meant what she said, I also knew that I wanted
her pleasure at a fever pitch, so I licked my way down to her
damp pussy, where I found the sweetest tasting delight I had
ever known.
I began by kissing her inner thighs, and nibbling
behind her knees, making her writhe and twist in satisfaction. I
teased her by chewing on her cunt lips and licking around her
labia, sucking them into my mouth and fondling them with my
tongue. I pushed her legs up until her knees were at her
shoulders, exposing her asshole and pussy for a closer
inspection; I stuck my tongue between her butt cheeks and
traced her asshole with saliva, pulled away and blew on her
dripping hole. She was shaking so much that I felt mercy and
plunged my rigid tongue into her tangy pussy, shoving it as
deep as I could. Then I withdrew it, and began to fuck her hole
with my tongue, faster and faster, until suddenly I stopped and
moved to her clit, which by now was standing proud, waiting
to be attended to. I covered her button with my lips and
sucked it in very gently, twiddling it with the tip of my tongue,
and lapping at it like a cat drinking milk. She tasted so fine I
could tell that she cleaned herself on a regular basis; she tasted
like pure, unadulterated pussy. I stuck a finger in, reaching up
to touch the spot just inside the upper part of her opening, as I
massaged it I could feel her muscles contracting around my
finger, moving in time with my tongue and the motion of my
hand. I loved making her tremble and shudder with the
intensity of her delight. Unable to wait any longer, she grabbed
me by my hair and pulled me up to kiss her; her juices still on
my lips, I reluctantly abandoned my feast.
Lying on top of her I looked into her gorgeous face
and saw the look that I remembered, the look that was on her
face eight years before. An expression of pure animal longing,
a need I know my face showed as well; to be fulfilled and filled
with love in its physical form.
Reaching down slowly, she pulled my cock to the
opening of her cunt, pushing it inside herself as she thrust her
hips against mine, moaning and letting out little screeches of
bliss. With a throaty bellow I helped her along and thrust my
straining hard-on deep inside her, slamming the tip of my cock
against her cervix so that she gasp. And so we began the most
ancient dance of all; thrashing about, panting, moaning, yelling
for the other to fuck harder, until with a steady grinding of
pubic bone against her clit, and the incredible contractions
gripping my dick, we came together in a mutual explosion of
rapture. I know for myself I came so hard that I blacked out
and saw stars for minutes afterward.
After we had rested we continued our parley with
pleasure until the earliest hours of the morning, after which we
slept in each others arms.
The next morning dawned lucid and beautiful, each
of us bright eyed and ready to face the day. We went to have a
delicious breakfast at a cafe I knew of on River Road, there we
talked quietly, she drank tea, and I drank coffee, until it was
time for us to get on with the day.
That was a wonderful interlude, one that be repeated
only a few times more. Eventually it was decided that our
paths had crossed, but were going in two completely different
directions, so we ended up parting as friends, knowing that
what we had was a beautiful set of memories to be cherished
as rare gems.
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