Explorations in a new field
Of course, such a turn of events was to be expected. When you're dating a guy, sooner or later he'll want to take your panties off. No matter what they say at first, that's their main goal. I knew this day would come—what other option was there? Being without a boyfriend wasn't an option either, and I really like my Alexey.
I spent a week thinking about it, preparing both mentally and physically. I shaved my pubic area, spent hours in the bathroom completely naked, examining my body: slender legs, flat stomach, small breasts with large nipples, a small, firm butt (which was soon to face its trial), a pretty face, and short red hair. I asked myself silly questions: how would I look, how should I do my makeup, and so on.
And then the day arrived. From the morning, I was getting myself ready. The outfit question tormented me the most: a dress, shorts with a T-shirt, what? I settled on a beautiful robe with Eastern patterns. I put it on over my bare body because choosing lingerie had completely frazzled my nerves, and I couldn't make a final decision. Lesha rang the doorbell exactly at the appointed hour—punctual as ever. My heart sank, but what could I do? In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say. I opened the door for him. Apparently, he had prepared too: a shirt, trousers, flowers.
"Hi," he smiles, but it's clear he's nervous too. He hands me the flowers and kisses me on the lips.
"Hi, just a second, I'll put the flowers in a vase."
So, the flowers are in the vase, and we're on the couch. We kiss passionately and intensely. One of my boyfriend's hands is massaging and stroking my butt. I pull away from him a little.
"Wait," and I take two steps back from him.
"What's wrong?" He immediately got confused, probably thinking he'd done something wrong.
"How would you like to stand?" It seems this is new for him too if he's asking such questions.
"I don't know, doggy style would probably be more comfortable."
"Well then, let's go. I don't care, as long as you're comfortable."
Yeah, comfortable. I'd like to see you get poked in the butt with a dick, I thought. But there was no turning back, so I got into the position of a bitch in heat. I felt like a complete idiot. He positioned himself behind me and first kissed both my buttocks, then, completely unexpectedly, kissed my star—the still-closed sphincter. I giggled because I didn't expect it and it tickled. But then he pressed against the same spot, not with his soft lips anymore, but with his tool, hard as a rock from excitement and well-lubricated with my saliva, which would serve as lube. The first thrust was modest and weak, so my butt didn't let him in—probably it wasn't trained yet. But my suitor was not lacking in determination; he pushed again, this time so hard he just flew inside me. From the surprise, I only managed to let out an "oh." I won't say it was terribly painful, but it was unpleasant at first, yes.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yes, it's fine. I just didn't expect it to work so quickly."
And he continued to move inside me, while I analyzed my new sensations, and I must say, I liked them. The discomfort faded, my partner's pace gradually increased, accompanied by the sound of slaps against my buttocks. I felt growing arousal and started caressing my breast with one hand. Lesha didn't forget to massage my buttocks with his hands, periodically stroking my back and sides, which sent a light shiver through my whole body. He was already pounding me with all his might, and to keep me from flying forward, he gripped my butt so hard it even started to hurt. I felt things were heading toward the finale, and to make it easier for my partner, I arched my back as much as possible and stuck my butt out.
Partly, I did this because the tension inside was growing. A loud moan escaped my throat; I felt like my butt was about to be turned inside out, and only the piston moving back and forth was preventing it. (Porn stories) My juices were flowing down the inside of my thighs, secreted by a pussy that no one had ever been in before. Finally, Lesha finished and started cumming abundantly inside me. Poor boy, I hadn't let him release for so long that he probably came for a full minute and shot what felt like a liter of cum. Which, by the way, I love and always swallow. I don't understand squeamish girls who prefer guys to cum on their faces rather than in their mouths—to me, it's quite tasty. So, he pulled out of me and sat on the couch. I stealthily crept up to him and continued where I started—that is, I started giving him a blowjob. After licking and sucking up all the tasty stuff that was left, I decided to thank my prince for introducing me to this wonderful type of sex. Lesha proved himself a stallion that day; his club responded to my caresses quite quickly. The second time, there wasn't as much abundance as what had splashed inside my butt, but it was still quite a decent amount.
After seeing Lesha off, the first thing I did was run to the bathroom because I looked a mess: hair disheveled, butt smeared with cum, legs sticky from discharge. Under the shower, I washed all of it off and started cleaning my intestines of the semen, collecting the precious fluid in my palm and sending it into my mouth.
After that, we started practicing anal regularly, and to this day, I don't shy away from it. Probably because of this, I don't like changing partners, because it's kind of awkward to ask a guy to have you in the butt during the very first intercourse, since I like it even more than regular sex, I think. Lesha and I dated for another year; he did take my virginity. I'm 27 now, and after him, I've had a bunch of guys, but I always remember this first time of mine.