El Primer (The First)

He smelled so good. I mean really good. I spent so many nights doing nothing but breathing him in. He smelled so delicious that I thought I could eat him up completely. Don't think I didn't try. Once, I spent ten minutes with my nose nuzzled in his neck. I couldn't move. I felt like an animal and I had no control. He knew it, too.


He was my first real man. I was in High School. He'd graduated, went off too college on a football scholarship and come back. I'd find out why later. What I didn't know, didn't hurt me. I gave less than a fuck about his past. I just wanted him. He was my first love and I was wide open.


On our first official date, we steamed up his car windows and the park police shined the light in on us in the back seat. It was just like in the movies. As the days and weeks passed, we did "the dance". We flirted and talked and nibbled and sucked until we couldn't take it anymore. We made a plan.


He didn't have much cash and I was in high school. "It's either a hotel or dinner. I can't afford both, so take your pick". Bastard. What kind of shit is that, huh? I was young; too young to be a bougie gold digger. I was also aching to feel his skin on mine. "Hotel," I said, trying to seem innocent and sexy at the same time.


Something happened when he kissed me. It hasn't happened since. My knees buckled. I'm taking real shit. He literally made me weak in my knees. He was a big, fat guy. I told you how I felt about those. He was dark and handsome, though. He dressed nice, had a beautiful smile, and made me laugh so hard. He sang Guy and Tony, Toni, Tone to me in my ear. He took me "parking" at the lake every weekend. He was extremely smooth and definitely in control. He was driven. He knew what he wanted in life and I was drawn to that. He was everything I wanted in a man (as much as I could know what that was at 17).


We chilled in the room. I couldn't even think about eating. I couldn't take deep breaths. My stomach was doing flip flops and my teeth were chattering. It wasn't cold. At all.  We laid across the bed on our stomachs, watching something useless on TV and paying no attention to it. When he rolled over on his side and wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to him, I felt wetness ooze from inside of me. This was all new. I wasn't new to being touched. I was a 17-year old girl in a 30-year old woman's body. But I'd never felt this before.


He took my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it gently. Then, he lapped the tip of his tongue between my lips and I felt electricity. I imploded. I tried to keep my composure, but I wanted him in mouth. I couldn't get his dick on my tongue fast enough. I still don't know why. It's the first thing that occurred to me. I wanted to taste his essence.





What I encountered when I rubbed it against my face was the longest, hardest, most beautiful dick I'd ever seen in person or on a flick or anywhere. It could have been a model for the perfect dildo. I thought I'd hit the mother lode. And when he finally entered me that night, I thought I'd been transported to paradise. Even though he was a larger man, he knew EXACTLY what to do to me; for me. He caressed my body and touched me where I needed to be touched.


He fucked my body and mind; that time and so many, many times. He picked me up from school daily. When I went off to college, he made frequent trips. He made me feel like a grown woman. We did this for years, until I found out he had a wife and two kids. Even then, he kept fucking me. I let him. I needed him. He was on the verge of divorce, but it was too late. He fucked my heart and I felt like shit. You would have think that would have been the end of it all...


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