As the hot water from the shower steamed up the bathroom, he looked deeply into her eyes. His first true girlfriend. His first true love. He would remember her for the rest of his life. She was slightly older, less than two years, and while examining their lives as it lay ahead of them, they possessed many of the same insecurities. However, when it came to intimate sexual matters, she always seemed so sure of herself while he felt raw and needy. He couldn't help but follow her every lead in a world where he had no experience while she had some. Though she really did not have a lot, to him it was more than enough as he desperately looked to her for guidance throughout their hot, spontaneous relationship, which saw them jumping all over each other at every opportunity. Using her relatively moderate amount of knowledge over him in this area, she was sensitive in handling the man she loved as much as he loved her. She would, in fact, carefully take his virginity, awakening for him a new world in his sexual innocence.
As in all of their sexual encounters, she not only took the initiative but set the tone. She was a remarkable woman. Long after they had broken up, he never forgot her or their escapades together. More importantly, he was always to cherish what she meant to him. In truth, his time with her would never fully leave his consciousness.
He often recalled the time when they both took the first step in his journey toward sexual intimacy while his innocence was still intact. A frequent memory, it would forever be etched upon his soul.
It was in the middle of a raucous party at the house she shared with two girlfriends. While mingling with the guests, most of whom he was seeing for the first time, he tried to have meaningful conversations in an effort to make a good first impression. He was aware that she would be pleased if he could connect with people she and her girlfriends knew well. He soon found himself listening to a verbose guy she had known for some time who apparently took immense pleasure in dishing out juicy rumors about the other folks at the gathering.
Not interested at all but fighting to pay attention, he managed to nod periodically as if he was fascinated. Since this person was clearly in love with the sound of his own voice, it went unnoticed that his listener started looking around the room hoping to find any excuse to break away. Just as he devised a "get-away" tactic, he was flabbergasted when the man stopped talking about himself and pointedly asked how they met. Fumbling to form a clever response, he never got the chance. Waving to him from across the room, she got the attention of them both. After joining them, she seemed fascinated as she listened to his boasts while he casually flirted with her. Not allowing his stories to trap her, she casually rendered her friend quiet with small talk. While making her way over, she cut between them and cleverly blocked her lover's view of the rest of the partygoers making sure he could see only her. Her ruse worked perfectly. While staring into her shadowy blue eyes, no one else existed for him.
Without saying a word, she took his hand and skillfully led him away. She took him directly into her room and away from everyone else at the party. Working fast, she closed the door and maneuvered him onto the bed. With great alacrity, she whisked his pants and underwear down to his knees before he knew what was happening. Worried about being caught by the others, he did little to help her. Unwilling to move, he did not push his pants down any further or pull them back up. This left him in an awkward position which must have looked ridiculous. With his back cushioned by her soft bedspread, all he could do was stare at the ceiling. He seemed to barely realize what was happening. While lying in front of her naked from the waist down, he was petrified. After all, he had never once been this vulnerable with anyone. He had no idea what to do next. What if she expected him to make the next move and he did the wrong thing? He had no clue. As it turned out, he didn't have to.
Even though his upper body was still clothed, he made no attempt to remove anything else. In fact, he was still wearing his shoes! He lay paralyzed with fear, unable to assist her in any way. Realizing what was going on inside his head, she remained calm knowing she could not rush this intimate encounter. Smiling at him, she gently kissed his forehead, allowing him to savor the moment. Moving slowly so as not to spook him, she caressed his hair and delicately took his chin in her hand. Moving his head upward, she leaned closer to him until his eyes locked in with hers.
She squeezed his cheeks together until they puffed out like a blowfish. This made them both laugh and lightened the moment. More relaxed now, he began to assess the situation. As he was fighting to come to grips with the enviable but uneasy position she put him in, his male ego took over. With her hand still firmly holding his face, he could not resist trying to sneak a peek at his stiff member. Struggling to see it while acting as if he was doing something else, he finally managed to get a good look. Almost immediately, his cheeks blushed dark pink, showing his embarrassment at how it dramatically waved to and fro in the air. The obvious sign of his excitement blew the cool and blasé demeanor he was trying to project. Instead of giving her the pretense of him having done all this before, it alerted her to his over-stimulated body part.
As she released his chin, his apprehension grew with the size of his manhood. He frantically looked back at her seeking approval but to his dismay, her face was not in view. Her attention was now diverted. With her head down, he realized she was no doubt appraising his swollen package. As he wondered what she'd think, she was in no hurry to ease his anxiety. In what seemed like hours to him but was really only a few seconds, he felt his brow moisten as the silence ate him up. Finally, she smiled at him, giving him the comfort he needed.
Without warning, she seized his pole, taking full control of his raging erection. He gasped involuntarily, a sound that filled the room and even surprised her with its sudden volume. Wanting to prove to her how good he felt but still needlessly concerned about the partygoers outside, he managed to stifle what would have been an extra loud moan. She couldn't help but laugh at his poor attempts to keep his excitement under wraps.
He watched intently as his entire manhood was solely held by her smooth palm and lovely fingers. With all the mixed emotions swimming through his head now, all he could think of was how surprisingly right it felt. She truly was magic. As the blood rushed through his quickly engorged cock, she was forced to loosen her grip and assume a much wider hold to accommodate his growing size. As good as it felt, he was aware this was more than physical stimulation. From this point on, he knew he could trust her completely with his life.
Although he was half naked, she made no move to remove her own clothing. Instead, she chose to give him the gift of his first orgasm with her. Taking her time, she lightly massaged the underside of his firm member with just the tips of her fingers before boldly gripping his entire shaft with her whole hand. Holding him firmly she watched him intently as he closed his eyes. For him, it was as if time stood still. Seeing him finally open his eyes, she carefully began stroking up and down. Even though she knew he could not hold out long, she was surprised that after only two touches, he erupted forcefully with his sperm spraying her bed and soaking her hand. Although amused at the force of his sudden explosion, she knew he would be devasted if she laughed. Instead, she encouraged him like a cheerleader would in celebration of an important score.
Unable to quell the anxiety building up inside him, he could not fully comprehend what just happened. Would she be angry that he messed up her bed? Would she feel grossed out that her hand was full of his sticky goo? Is that what a man is supposed to do? Is my white liquid supposed to shoot out like that? He had no idea. What would she think of him?
Although wishing he could have held out longer until she could get them both totally naked and maybe even prepared for sex, she realized he just took a big step and was pleased they had shared this special moment together. He was her man and was happy thinking about all the things she could do with him. If she hadn't known about his inexperience before, she did now and it felt good. She decided he had come far enough that day knowing there would be more times ahead.
She leaned over him with a smile that once again brought the reassurance he sought. Watching his face, she noticed he seemed confused as he stared at his deflated manhood and the thick and creamy white liquid all on him and her sheets. Being right-handed, she took her dry left hand and held it against his blushing red cheek until he felt the reassurance only she could provide at that very special moment.
Having returned from the bathroom with a towel, she proceeded to wipe down the bed all around him and got up as much of the stickiness permeating his body that she could. She leaned over him sporting an electric smile that lit up the room. Taking his hand in hers, her touch let him know that everything was okay. Even after all they had just done together, the feeling of her hand in his sparked as big a fire throughout his body as when she was earlier stroking his cock.
As she made her way across the room, she turned back to him and completely unbuttoned her shirt, flashing her delectable bra-covered boobs. She carefully slid the right shoulder strap down and lowered the fabric covering her breast until her nipple popped out. Fully having his attention, she placed her finger in her mouth, making sure he could see her saliva glistening from her polished nail to just above the start of her palm. Blowing on her nail, she seductively rubbed the tip of her finger on the exposed nipple in front of him. Just as he felt his member beginning to rise again, she vertically wagged her finger at him and abruptly pulled her bra up halting the impromptu peep show. She turned away, buttoning her shirt before depositing the towel in the hamper.
Little did he know at the time that his ejaculation was premature, but she never let on. Knowing this was just the beginning for them, she allowed him to feel like a man for the first time. Returning to bed, she snuggled against his neck while he pictured himself as the king of the world. She twirled her left hand around the tiny patch of hair near the left nipple of his otherwise hairless chest as she listened intently for his labored breathing to finally recede into a steady and calm flow.
They lay together for quite some time until she felt fully re-energized. After giving him a peck on the cheek, she popped up and hurried toward the door, rushing out to tell her roommates about their adventure. Her excitement was unbounded. Seeing the open door was a cold reminder to him that they were not alone. That snapped him out of his reverie as he hurriedly fumbled to put his pants back on.
He crossed to the mirror and straightened his longish hair. He thought it was best to be composed and act natural when he returned to the ongoing party they had so rudely abandoned. While bubbling over on the inside, on the outside he tried to act as if nothing much had happened. At least, that was his intention when he re-entered that strange world where they were not the only ones in it.
Unlike him, she had no desire to pretend their encounter was no big deal as she rejoined the land of the living. She delighted in watching the knowing smiles from her friends as she floated around the living room. Due to his inexperience and more private nature, he did not feel comfortable having everyone aware of their intimate actions but remained proud of his accomplishment.
This was the first sign of a pattern that was to repeat itself often. She continued to propel their relationship forward at a fast pace while he frantically tried to keep up with. No matter how hard he tried, though, he always seemed to be one step behind. He never complained. He secretly loved it. It would be just two days later when she decided he was ready to take an even bigger step, when his virginity would be given up for her.
Of course, this was only one of many magical adventures they shared together. Another constant memory was the time she had introduced him to a new sensual pleasure. It was something he never had experienced before and never would again. It began as their first shower together.
For him this seemingly innocent act was anything but, as it made an indelible impression on him. Over forty years later, he would be able to recall every delicious moment with precise accuracy and detail. He reveled in it all, especially, the preliminaries of that momentous day.
Once more, it was she who arranged this incredible sensation for him. She was determined that they would have a special day together and made sure it happened. While it felt natural for him to be led by her in sexual matters, what he was unaware of at the time was just how deeply he needed to be led.
As they entered the childhood home she grew up in, he heard no music but could make out a pleasant humming sound coming from the kitchen. It was her mother softly singing and bustling around the room cheerfully. As they entered, she looked up and smiled before greeting them with open arms. Being accepted by her mother meant a lot to him. He instantly began to feel more relaxed. It was this warm sense of belonging that helped bond the two lovers closer. As they stood in the kitchen for the next ten minutes trying to make polite conversation with the lovely older woman, he would become quite distracted. Attempting to concentrate on what was being said became increasingly difficult as he and her daughter brazenly stole indiscreet glances at each other the whole time. They were barely able to contain themselves with the carnal lust they felt for each other overflowing inside their minds.
Not able to wait any longer, he felt her grab his hand while he was in mid-sentence. Propelling him away, she made some lame excuse about her needing to get upstairs to change because they were running late for an evening out. As they scaled the steps leading to paradise, his heart was pounding with unbound enthusiasm. He was not to know exactly how life-changing this day would become for him.
Climbing the stairs was not an easy proposition as he was now trying to move with a wicked third leg. Being unfamiliar with the layout of the house, he climbed too fast and stumbled. What further unnerved him was the creaking of the old wooden boards. They seemed to pop in his brain as a signal to her mother that his plan was to defile her daughter right above her. Of course, his lover had no such qualms and confidently led him upstairs.
Entering her bedroom, she sat on her bed. After removing her footwear and pants, she ordered him to get barefoot. He obediently tossed away his shoes and socks and turned to look back at her. Just as he focused his eyes upon her, she threw her blouse over his head, making sure to cover his eyes. She bade him to stay still and hold that pose. While thinking he must look ridiculous, he nevertheless listened and stood facing her with the dark brown blouse draped over his head leaving him blind to everything. There were no complaints from him while he stood at attention with his hands by his side as he happily inhaled her scent. On the contrary, it stimulated him to the point of making the wait very pleasant
Although longing to do so, he dared not touch the blouse. As he heard the rustling of fabric just beyond him, he ached to see what she was doing as he pictured her naked but strenuously willed himself to remain in place. Unable to stay still any longer, he surreptitiously began moving his head back and forth hoping to force the blouse down just enough to give himself a good look. Aware of his attempt to peek, she was disappointed with his lack of self-control. She deepened her voice and sternly implored him to immediately stand up straighter and place his hands behind his back. Ashamed that he lacked the discipline to heed her request, he complied at once. A hushed tension filled the room, replacing the lightness and good feelings from before. He felt the air of excitement she had carefully generated deflate as did his cloth-covered rod. Seeing his flaccid state, she decided to teach him a lesson by extending his anxiety by making him wait longer.
Wanting to drive home the point that he should have followed her instructions implicitly the first time, she temporarily halted the stripping of her undergarments. Instead, she chose to walk around him at a deliberate pace. She would come close enough for him to feel her presence but made sure to stop just short of actual touching. Delaying his need to see her was a punishment with increasingly positive results.
Returning to the matter at hand, she made sure to remove her bra and panties slowly, tantalizing him with every agonizing second. Taking her time to stroke his left arm with her panties, she lifted the blouse covering his head and stuck the worn panties under his nose filling his olfactory senses with her aromatic fragrance. She then lowered her pussy-scented garment further and vigorously pressed them onto his lips allowing him to feel her dampness. Just as he reacted with an audible sigh, she removed the smell of her sex and carefully placed them on the floor next to her bra. Giving him the chance to feel her moist panties on his lips only spearheaded her own craving to amp up their activity.
She loved manipulating him. Next, she took one step back and watched as his tight jeans poorly contained the growing bulge between his legs. She was in no hurry and continued observing as his embarrassment grew. Finally, she placed her hand on the zipper of his jeans before subtly stroking him just once with the tips of her fingers while feeling his knees buckle before he caught himself and quickly got back into the pose she wanted.
When she finally removed the blouse from his head, he saw her and shuddered. There she was, just inches away. She stood completely nude waiting for him to join her. Blinking his eyes as he adjusted to the light, he gasped loudly. He crassly ogled her curvy body while she sheepishly batted her eyes at him with a look of exaggerated innocence.
He melted as her smile lit up his world. Finally tearing his gaze away from her pretty face, he found himself leering openly at her luscious breasts. There they were. A veritable banquet for the eyes; round, soft, electric to his touch with nipples that stood erect as they waited to be claimed by him. Casting his eyes further downward, his hazel orbs feasted on the supple skin and wonderful thighs encasing her love box with a mound of hair just a shade darker than the light brown atop her head.
As he continued to study her, he drank in the sight of her imperfect, yet highly alluring body. No model's perfect bikini body could compare to her very real body which was unique and special. Noticing his hands still by his side, she approached him and unhooked his belt. After letting it dangle in the air, she took her time wrapping it around her right hand as he eyed her warily. Playfully, she snapped the soft side of the belt against the side of his jean-covered left buttock, causing him to jerk before dramatically tossing the belt aside.
While touching her would please him immensely, he did not reach out. For the moment, he was content to smile and stare. It was while he was appraising her soft, curvaceous, and unique body that he realized what a lucky man he was. This was indeed his woman. He didn't want to be anywhere else. He didn't want anyone else. Above all, he remained fascinated by her inner being and all that she meant to him. Moreover, he was never to forget her or the imprint she was to leave on his life.
His reverie would be short-lived as he heard footsteps pounding the floor beneath them. Interrupting his thoughts of upcoming bliss, he panicked as he remembered her mother downstairs. What if she came up? He frantically looked toward the door thinking he should escape so she could dress. As he turned to look at her, she calmly placed her finger over his mouth taking care of his anxiety.
Without waiting for the footsteps to completely subside, she placed both hands on his shoulders and decisively slid her hands down to the front of his shirt, ripping it open from the third buttonhole on down. Stunned by the state of his torn shirt, he gaped at her slack-jawed as she expertly pulled down his pants and underwear, springing free his manhood.
Using hand motions, she silently bade him to turn around and remove the rest of his clothes. Feeling the need to cover his ramrod stiff pole, he awkwardly began turning away from her with his feet clasped together until he was facing the other wall.
He stood still as he stared at two cracks in the wall before him. He noticed that when merged, they formed a lewd image if looked at from the correct perspective. Forgetting why she had him face away from her, he wondered if she ever noticed the naughty hieroglyphics on the wall opposite her bed. Seeing him lost in thought, she discreetly cleared her throat and gave his ass a firm whack with her palm and fingers. This, in turn, caused him to remember where he was and hurriedly finished stripping until all his clothes were off.
He turned to face her again but was given little chance to enjoy standing gloriously naked with her at last. What she did next would be one of several things that he never forgot. It was to stay with him long after each moved on to other relationships and he was to fall deeply in love with his amazing life partner and wife of thirty years.
With no delay, she grabbed his cock tightly and pulled him behind her. She forcibly led him into the bathroom in the same way that a child would lead a little red wagon. He was helpless as she dictated his every move. This "take charge" action involving his most delicate body part aroused him more than he had ever been aroused. He felt like his manhood had grown longer than ever, though it probably was no bigger than usual when erect.
This dominant action of hers never ceased to amaze him. As she was his first true love, his devotion to her was immeasurable. Decades later, his mind would continually replay the spectacle of her hand aggressively pulling his cock wherever she wanted over and over again. Every time he thought about it, he would become more stimulated until it became a permanent memory. At that moment she not only held his penis, but his entire heart, mind, and soul.
Although he didn't realize it at the time, her control over him had sparked his lifetime love for submission. This need to be dominated would lay dormant in him for a long time. It would take many years before he was to fully surrender to his subservient nature and be able to take steps to satisfy his need to obey confident females while being dominated fully by them.
Sadly, it would be one of the only things his incredible wife would not do for him. Although wary at first, the woman he married would come to indulge his submissive needs in numerous ways. The initial step between him and his wife would come when she tentatively agreed to spank him after he first got up the courage to ask. After a few sessions, it surprisingly pleased them both. She would soon easily slip into the role of being in charge. It wasn't long before she made sure he was regularly spanked by her for any reason or no reason at all. Additionally, she became highly skilled at dominating him through many other means. However, she refused to do this for him. She feared he would get hurt if she pulled too hard.
On this day, his first love felt no apprehension about physically leading him along by his cock until she finally got him into the bathroom where their first joint shower was about to begin. With unbridled enthusiasm, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply as much out of gratitude for all she had done for him but also for the deep passion that consumed him. Guided solely by the head below his waist, he carelessly slammed her hard against the door, which luckily was buffeted by an array of towels as he hungrily explored her mouth wishing to crawl inside and taste every last essence of her. Gripping his ass tightly, she began digging her fingernails deeply into his skin leaving marks that would remain for a week.
As intense, wild, and uncontrolled as they were, it was she that came up for air first. Needing to control the next step, she held nothing back. She began slapping his ass repeatedly until she managed to snap him back into reality. She would not stop slapping him until he loosened his hold on her and stepped back. He gently fondled her hair even as his off white buttocks were changing from their natural off-white color into deep pink hues. He was not to realize then but the hard and very brief spanking she gave him would be one of the infrequent times his ass would feel her confident hands smacking him at will since his taste for spankings had not yet been realized.
Although disappointed that she curtailed their making out, he knew he wouldn't have to wait long. He was right. It was only the appetizer. She was saving him for the entree. She couldn't help noticing his blatantly obvious excitement as evidenced by his pulsating erection. She looked down and smacked it before waving her finger at him demanding he control himself. Suddenly grabbing his balls, she moved one step toward him, forcing him backward. Smiling as she released him, she tweaked his tool by giving him a quick stroke with her thumb, causing it to twitch.
Knowing his thinking was now firmly controlled by his little head, she decided to rachet up the intensity. Turning toward the tub, she leaned over to twist on the faucet, shamelessly teasing him with a delectable view of her sexy rear. She knew how much he adored her body and often caught him not very discreetly staring at her ass. She decided to use this knowledge to tantalize him further. Purposefully dropping the soap, she bent way over, making sure her back and derriere caught his eye. While he was still appreciating that lovely display, she added a subtle wiggle before lingering in that pose just a little bit longer than necessary.
Standing up and running her hands through her wavy brown tresses, she allowed the water to cascade through her hair and down her back before flowing between her finely shaped crack and sturdy thighs. He gaped at her, savoring the treat she placed before him, while anticipating the joys she'd present next. He allowed himself to pat her sexy ass when what he really wanted to do was stroke and hungrily kiss her there. Although it was not easy, he managed to hold out, lest she had something else in mind. She turned back to him smiling sweetly. Reaching out her hand, she gently urged him to join her in the wet pleasure palace.
Finally inside the shower, they proceeded to soap each other up reveling in the closeness of their bodies. This was the ultimate sexual sensation for them both as their arms intertwined while alternately kissing and looking away as the water briskly splashed them. This greatly amused them while stimulating their senses. Like any man, he had many fantasies about being with a woman, but he could imagine nothing better than the reality of what was happening at that moment. He loved her deeply and continued exploring her petite body and all the wondrous charms she possessed.
Rubbing the soap erotically in his hands, he looked down at her bountiful breasts, which perfectly complemented her five-foot four-inch frame. Easing his hands across her strong shoulders, he began kissing her while fighting valiantly against the torrent of water flooding against them. Feeling her chest pressed against his, he stepped back and allowed both hands to caress the glistening globes in his fortunate hands. While basking in the glory of her body, he slowly lifted his thumbs to massage her while taking special care to encircle her brown sensitive nipples, knowing how much it drove her wild.
With the Dial bar of soap still in his hands, he squished it about the upright expanse of her glorious orbs, which captivated him since they first met on the stage of their college Blackboy theater just two months earlier. As his thoughts drifted away from their sensuous shower, he stared at her as if mesmerized. Sensing his thoughts were elsewhere, she seductively rubbed her tits up and down his chest before laying both hands against his ass and guiding him against her as closely as possible without penetration. That would come later.
Wanting more, he continued to explore her wet body. His hands roamed around the back of her shoulder while he made sure to massage her tender lower back area with circular motions he learned from a theater relaxation class. Hearing her moan turned him on. He kept on feeling her up until blindly coming to her cute rear. He decided to linger there. After all, it was his favorite part of her body. Reaching down, his hands cupped her not very firm yet highly erotic buttocks. He made sure to stroke up and down while patting gently and enjoying every bit of her sensuous ass.
His hands on the move once again, he held her back upright while diving in to kiss her lips before sliding down to claim her neck for his own, all the while fighting the water as it splashed in his face. She was also battling the water as she enjoyed his amorous attention. Wanting more, she grabbed his hair and firmly planted his mouth on the base of her neck. He pushed her hard against the white marble as he continued feasting upon her smooth skin until a bruised hickey began to develop that neither minded but would have to be hidden later.
As his eyes locked onto hers, he began daydreaming more. His thoughts circled back to the day they met. As a student heavily involved in the Theater Program, he was looking forward to the annual International Theater Festival held at their school. He and many others were to make sure all the needs of the visiting participants from all over the world would be attended to properly. Some helped them find accommodation and tended to their personal needs while most, like himself, mainly saw that they enjoyed themselves and had a good time. An extra bonus for him occurred when he learned he was also to act onstage in a small, independent entry from one of their own.
They were both cast in this ingenious one-act play written by her girlfriend's main squeeze. The play was about two strangers who meet under dire circumstances and fall in love. He often thought about how they seemed to click together right from the first rehearsal and how art was soon to happily imitate life. He did not realize it then but after being chosen for his considerable thespian talents, this same girlfriend of hers concocted a sneaky plan. Wanting to do her friend a favor, she planned to set them up. Her plan worked to perfection. As it turned out, it would be something he would be eternally thankful for.
Not knowing his mind had left the track at first, it soon became obvious to her he had wandered far away. While in this state, she cleverly decided to fast-track the next part of her plan. Taking advantage of his lapse of attention, she deftly spun him around until he was forced to brace himself against the tiled wall he suddenly faced. As he did this, he was forced to keep his balance by spreading his legs far out beneath him. This left him vulnerable for her next move.
Grasping the bar of soap in her hands, she seductively ran it up his right thigh to just below his ass cheeks. Almost imperceptibly, she slowly started pressing the full weight of her petite body against his. Fully aware that her shorter height ensured that her head reached only to below his shoulders, she made sure he felt her enchanting breasts rubbing against his lower back. Shifting the soap back and forth in her hands, she decided he needed more teasing. She unabashedly began bringing the bar up higher between his ass cheeks, forcing his legs even further apart.
As she stepped back, she handed him the soap and indicated he was to return the soap to the dish. Since he found himself a good two steps away, he tried reaching it by not moving his feet and bending over as far as possible. As he did, she slipped her right hand between his legs and held his balls tightly before stroking his now rock-hard penis. She continued gliding her hand up and down his shaft while simultaneously pressing down on his back forcing him down until his ass was pointing up at her in an accusatorial manner with his head down and feet spread far enough apart for her liking. She had him right where she wanted him. In the position he was in, he was helpless. Although still not yet realizing it, his air of submission was soon to be sated.
They had enjoyed several intimate encounters together since that first time when she brought him into her bedroom and he innocently ejaculated too quickly. By this time, he knew he must try to hold his cum and not let it shoot out prematurely, even as she rubbed his genitals even more. For her part, she was making him moan until she was satisfied he was fully under her control. Remembering how she taught him to hold out, he anxiously hoped she would allow him to release his sperm soon. He was coming close to feeling he could not hold it in any longer and didn't want her to be disappointed. With eyes closed, he sighed contentedly and imagined his white cream spurting out like a geyser against the porcelain walls. By this time, he was convinced that she brought him in to release his pent-up sperm but soon discovered this was not to be.
Figuring he'd moaned enough, she abruptly stopped. She knew how he would soon be reaching the point of no return and cruelly brought him close to the edge, but not over. This was not the endgame. She had something else in mind. Due to his inexperience with sexual matters, he never could have fathomed what was next. Continuing her sexual tutoring of him, he was to receive an unexpected lesson in alternate ways of pleasure.
Finally, she knew he was ready. She slipped her right hand away from his penis to travel upwards to the spread cheeks of his cute ass. With no preparation or gentle warm-up, she acted. Using her middle finger, she swiftly jammed it up his anal cavity as far as possible. This sudden intrusion into his virgin hole forced him to fly straight up to a standing position as he slammed against the tiles. Totally shocked by what was happening and unable to process it in his mind, his breath was caught in his throat until he was literally gasping for air. Just as he felt the strong hold of her finger ease back from her hold, he began to relax. Thinking it was over, he started to breathe normally when suddenly, another explosion went off as she once again slammed her finger deep into him.
While he trusted her totally and always gladly surrendered to her, this was different. He had enjoyed everything she had ever introduced to him but didn't know about this. Initially, it was more of an intrusion than anything else. One thing he was sure of, he was glad when she pulled her finger out after just two thrusts.
This happened so quickly he had trouble understanding what was happening and was unsure if he liked it. As a comparison, this sensation was not as immensely pleasurable as whenever she attended to his cock. Additionally, this was something he never even knew existed.
He would come to lament his initial reaction. Because of it, he was destined to experience this just once. To his dismay, she was never to repeat it. As time wore on, he did not feel it was as unpleasant as he first thought. Maybe he was just not ready. He often wondered if he knew it was coming whether he might have enjoyed it more. However, because he was a weak man, he never would know. If only he could have told her how he felt, things may have been different. He was not fair to her. His habit of "holding back" his feelings, especially in personal matters, would lead to their downfall some years later.
She had dared to put herself out there, and he never even acknowledged her courage in doing so. He never spoke about it. His way of dealing with it was to not deal with it. He had failed her by clamming up when he should have been honest. He never stopped wondering about this day. He was haunted by this and doomed never to encounter this sensation again but to always think about it.
He would not realize until much later that if he did bare his feelings to her she most likely would have understood. Who knows, they might have actually tried it again. Maybe she would have liked it enough to even try it to the point of him penetrating her as well. She was, after all, an adventurous soul who was not only sensitive to the needs of others but willing to try new things. It wasn't until many years later that he correctly blamed himself. After all, he was selfish in ignoring her forthright nature. If only he had given her the feedback that she no doubt was waiting for, things would have been different.
He had failed her. This "failure to communicate" on his part was an error he could never come to grips with. It would continue to bother him well into his mature years. He would look back on this with everlasting regret, as many people do, thinking about the dreaded "what ifs?"
