The Real First Time

The Real First Time The Real First Time

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

After being married for seven years she thinks she hates sex, does she?

Summary

After being married for seven years she thinks she hates sex, does she?

Content

Submitted: June 17, 2015

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Submitted: June 17, 2015

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TheRealFirstTime

 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Chris asked in a gentle voice, locking his eyes with mine to let me know he was serious. “Yes” I whispered, smiling up at him, “I’m sure”, I was nodding my head, “yes” as Chris kept eye contact with me.  

 

I did want this, but I was also scared.  I was only 25 years old, and Chris was about to be the second man I had ever had sex with.  Under strange but wonderful circumstances, Chris, had been the vehicle to help me out of an awful seven year marriage.  I had married when I was only 18, and had saved myself for marriage.  My first time was with my soon to be Ex, Paul, and we did the deed immediately following the ceremony when we stopped off at his parents house before the wedding lunch. He anxiously took me to his childhood bedroom in the basement and proceeded to take his clothes off.  I stood there watching him thinking there should be more romance or feeling to this.  But when he saw that I was still fully clothed, like a kid a Christmas he begged me to hurry and take my clothes off.  I was his wife now, so feeling obligated, I did. I caught glimpses of his naked body and thought it was awkward and strange looking.  I’d seen naked men before, and I’d given a few hand jobs, plenty enough to know that as I saw his tiny penis getting erect, it was still a tiny penis.  I stood in front of him completely naked for the first time and he told me how beautiful my body was, he reached out for my breasts like he was afraid of them, and began to squeeze them lightly. I felt nothing and my vagina was dry as a bone.  My breasts were sensitive, Thank God, if I guy knew what he was doing and played with them right, he could make me cum without any vaginal penetration. But standing here naked with my brand new husband, I was the least bit aroused.

 

I looked into Chris’ deep blue eyes as he hovered over my leaning on one elbow.  The only light was from the full moon shining brightly through the window.  We were going to crash at my sister’s apartment that she was currently moving out of. She had already started sleeping at her new place, but still had a few things left to move, so Chris and I were able to get a little privacy and alone time there. We watched a few movies and snuggled, took a nap in each other’s arms, and enjoyed the beautiful Saturday, just the two of us. Chris and I knew passion, and we had explored each other’s bodies the best anyone could without having actual intercourse.  I loved him, and I knew he loved me, but I was still scared I would disappoint him, because I hated sex!  But, if I hated sex so much, how was I just lying there now, my breasts feeling twice their actual size and an intense throbbing between my legs?  Just kissing Chris made me wet. 

 

I remembered back to my awkward wedding day, and mine and my new husband’s first attempt at sex. After awkwardly groping my breasts he told me to lay down on the bed, the waterbed rippled when I sat down and pulled my legs up over the the frame.  I laid flat on my back as he had asked me to, and he proceeded to to climb on top of me while a small tsunami took place underneath us. He immediately went for it.  I guess the general “Birds & Bees”  talk he’d been given growing up was pretty generic, because sticking the penis in the vagina, was what he was going to do.  Now even being a virgin,  I knew better.  Foreplay creating natural juices, I had already packed lubricant for tonight, not thinking this little escapade was going to happen, but my very virgin new husband was wanting to turn in his V-card as soon as possible. He tried to enter me with no success, his little penis could not penetrate into my opening. And with absolutely no juiced provided by me, it was up to him to provided lube if he was going to consummate this marriage any time soon. Now, I also knew better in another aspect of “our sex life” and it was a simple rule:  Don’t ever tell him what to do or how to do it!  He made it very clear he was extremely jealous of any guy I’d dated or even kissed in my life, so giving him advice on what the man could and should do was simply not tolerated.  I was his now, and he would take care of me.  He started getting frustrated and blaming the waterbed, so he ordered me to lay on the floor. Once again he went straight for my opening with his little member, and was denied.  He finally clued in a little bit when he eventually opened up my lady lips with his fingers, he held it open and put his penis in. I’d be lying if I said I felt absolutely nothing, but much of what I felt was him hitting my pubic bone every time he thrust. I still don’t know if he ever entered me that afternoon, or if he just banged against my “iron pussy” until he came, which wasn’t pretty.  I shouldn’t judge, because I, myself, am a high pitched screamer.  And so was Paul.

 

My heart started pounding as Chris started moving his hand under the pale pink tank of my twin set. His hands were warm and big, I loved his hands, I felt safe when they touched me, even when he held my hand or put it on my back to assist me through a crowd. Now they were gently moving up my stomach.  He gently pulled me up and lifted my tank up and over my head.  I could tell part of him wanted to just take me and fuck me hard.  But he was in control of his desires and wanted my “first time” to be memorable and a bit more romantic than a fuck.  He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, and pulled it carefully down my arms, kissing me tenderly down my neck to me each wrist.  He laid me back on the floor and with one hand quickly pulled his shirt off over his head. He rested on his elbow next to me kissing my stomach, covering every inch and moving up to my breasts.  He kissed and tasted each breast softly and slowly. My head was spinning. Part of me wanted for him to rip off the rest of my clothes and fuck me hard too.  He found my lips with his and he distracted me with his tongue massaging mine as he undid my shorts and slid them off.  He reached down to prime me and found I was in no need of being primed. He stood up and quickly removed his shorts and boxers, but not before I noticed his erect penis. His cock was huge, and it was going to go inside of me? He caught me staring and smiled, “it’s definitely on the bigger side” he said humbly, almost apologizing for being so beautifully well endowed, “but I promise to take it slow”, he said as he pulled the blanket over us.

 

I always wanted to be covered up during sex with Paul, no matter how hot it was I didn’t want him looking at me, and I definitely didn’t want to look at him.  He constantly begged for sex and we were always “doing it”, so I started making deals with him, since I knew I was going to have to do the dirty deed with him anyway, I thought I should get something out of it. Some of our deals included letting me keep my shirt on during intercourse, or letting me watch my favorite show.  I also bargained with dinner, laundry, and other household chores.  Sometimes he would get in my lingerie drawer without me knowing, and lay something on the bed.  He would tell me to go put on whatever he’d left out for me to wear and call me when I was ready.  I was never “ready”. 

 

The warmth of Chris’ body on top of mine, covering me, was undeniable bliss. His hard dick was in between my legs rubbing slowing against my wet slit.  We were kissing each other hard,  and I started bucking me hips against him, feeling his cock slide more easily with each buck and slide.  “I wanna be inside you, I want to feel you” Chris whispered urgently, “I want to feel you too Babe” I replied. He immediately lifted himself up on one elbow and reach down for his giant cock. He rubbed the tip along my slit, guiding it with his hand and slowly pushing it in.  I moaned and threw my head back, the tip was in and he was back on top of me kissing me and slowly pushing his manhood inside of me. It stretched me wide open, and I could feel him against my walls, he pushed in deeper and deeper. We both moaned into each other as he progressed and I jolted beneath him when he hit my ceiling.  He was in, I was having sex and not feeling miserable, in fact I felt amazing.  Chris started pumping me each time topping out and making me moan or mew in a high pitch every time. Was this really going to happen? Was I going to climax during sex for the very first time? 

 

“Is that okay Babe? I’m not hurting you am I? He asked with concern as he slid in and out of me.  I shook my head “no”,  it was more than “okay”,  and it certainly didn’t “hurt”.  It felt amazing, and for some strange reason I wanted to scream out every nasty word I’d ever heard.  Chris thrust a little faster and I could feel what I knew was a long lost orgasm, that had been missing for years.  “Fuck me Chris, Fuck me hard, I fucking want you you Babe”.  He moved into high gear immediately and started pounding my juicy pussy harder. I could feel his balls slam into me every time, and it felt amazing.  “Fuck me Babe, faster, faster, harder”  I said trying to catching my breath.  “Did you cum?’ he asked, “close” I mumbled.  He got up on his knees and grabbed my ass with his hands, the new leverage lined up his hard cock with all the right spots inside my pulsing pussy and sent me shattering over the edge, “Oh, oh, oooooh, fuck me, fuck meI I screamed and mewed in my high pitched orgasm voice. I was shaking as he lowered us down,  still with his engorged and full cock inside of me.  “Fuck, You’re a screamer” he stated with a big smile on his face “you sound like a kitty, MY little sex kitty” he laughed.  I didn’t care if I was his sex donkey if he could do that to me again.  He continued thrusting and pulsing out multi-gasms large and small, as my body quivered beneath him.  He was so happy, he never stopped smiling. 

 

 “Okay Babe, are you ready to cum?”  I asked.  “I could do this to you all night long, I’m not the minute man”  he said with pride.  “But I want you to cum, I want you to feel like I feel, will it feel as good for you as it did for me?” I asked worriedly.  “Fuck babe, it’ll feel amazing” he answered.  “Do it Babe, cum for me” Just as I finished the words he pulled out and spewed his milky white spirit all over my stomach.  He moaned and grunted and I could feel him his body shaking as he laid next to me. He grabbed my head and smashed his lips into mine, kissing me with more passion than I had ever felt.  Had what we just shared really made us closer? Was it true what people said about truly “giving yourself to someone”, that things changed after? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I wasn’t just in lust with this man, I loved him more each day, and I loved that I gave myself to him and trusted him. And I liked sex, shit, I didn’t like sex, I fucking loved sex!  And even though I was tired, I was ready to go again. And Chris didn’t disappoint, we made love and fucked all night. Until we finally collapsed in each others arms.

 

The sun shone bright through the window and I wiggled away from Chris to go use the bathroom.  I ran across the apartment naked, tip toeing so I wouldn’t wake up Chris. I felt amazing, I felt free and wild and happy.  

 

“Chris, wake up Babe” I said quietly, I had put my panties back on and slipped into Chris’ t-shirt.  “Babe, please wake up, I have to talk to you” I said a little louder and more urgently. “What’s wrong Babe?” he said with concern in his voice. “I’m not sure, but I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding bright red blood, and I know for sure it’s not my period, Chris, I’ve been on the pill for almost 8 years and you set a satellite GPS by my periods. He asked me if I had ever bled during or after sex before, and I told him I never had.  “When you had sex for the very first time, did you bleed at all?” he questioned.  “No, I said, I would definitely remember” I told him confident of my answer.  A huge smile was started form on his gorgeous face.  “What???” I asked nervously.  “I just popped your cherry Babe” he said with and started laughing, “believe me, you’re fine!” he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.  “But… Paul, and 7 years…???” I stammered out in a confused voice.  “Let’s say he never ‘de-flowered’ you Babe” he chuckled. “Seriously?” I said raising my eyebrows.  “Seriously” Chris said and we both started laughing and kissed.  “I think you technically just had sex for the first time” he said, his face close to mine.  “And I couldn’t have been any better” I said in between kisses.  “You want to technically have sex a second time?” he asked flipping both of us over so he was on top.  I smiled up at him and looked straight into his big blue eyes and answered, “Absolutely!” 


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