Melanie was not even a little kinky, but things changed drastically when she went off to university.
We had dated the year after I graduated high school and she was in her final year. She had chased me for a while before we got together, but I had been dating someone else. When I became single again, all my friends told me to go out with her, although I, admittedly, wasn’t very interested. She was pretty and had a great body, but our connection wasn’t great.
The first time we had sex was at a friend’s party. She had taken me into a bedroom and we were making out when I excused myself to go to the washroom. When I came back, she was wearing a very flimsy negligee, and simply said, “Want to have sex?”
Looking back, it was quite funny, but I was shocked at the time. I had thought she was a virgin until that moment, so the very forward comment was surprising.
We dated for two or three months before I broke it off. The sex was okay, but nothing to write a story about. Vanilla and fine, just not exciting. I always liked exploring my boundaries and there was no chance of that with her. I did like her body though. I have always been a boob guy, and Melanie had terrific tits – large, but fairly firm, with great nipples. To go with that, she had a stunning pair of legs. She liked to wear miniskirts, and I loved to see her wear them.
She went off to university, telling me that she still had feelings for me and if I changed my mind, she’d be willing to give it another go. I didn’t think it would happen. Four years later, it did.
She returned from university looking just as good as before, but she had a different vibe. She hadn’t lacked confidence before, really, but she just held herself differently.
We had bumped into each other at a store and she immediately asked if I was dating anyone. When I told her I wasn’t, she asked me out. I hesitated briefly, part of me thinking that I didn’t want her to get attached again, and part of me thinking that it had been a little while since I had some action and that miniskirt was making me horny.
“You won’t regret it, I promise,” she said, sexily, and I couldn’t say anything but “Yes.”
We went for dinner and then to a movie that she had told me she was desperate to see. At the theatre, she went right to the back row.
The lights had barely gone down before she was all over me. My shirt was quickly unbuttoned, and her hands were roaming all over my body. She started playing with my nipples, which was new for her. She leaned over and started nibbling on them and I thought I would jump out of my seat.
“I learned a lot at university,” she said
She grabbed my hand and placed it inside her blouse, squeezing it so I squeezed her breast through her bra. She leaned over to kiss me and her hand moved to my belt buckle. She undid my belt swiftly, opened my jeans, and pulled my cock out. I was in absolute shock when she started to suck me off. She had definitely improved her technique and her tongue was causing me to go into spasms. It didn’t take long and I was ready to cum when she suddenly stopped, lifted her head, pushed my rock-hard cock back into my underwear, and said, “Not yet."
She buttoned up her blouse and started to watch the movie. I tried to run my hand up between her legs but she quickly stopped me and repeated, somewhat forcefully, “Not yet."
“But…” I protested.
“I said not yet,” she said firmly. “Watch the movie. We’ve got time. You should hold my hand, though.”
It was agony. The movie was terrible. Well, to be fair, even if it had been good, I wouldn’t have known. I spent at least an hour sitting there uncomfortably, wanting to just rip off her clothes or have her suck my cock until I exploded. She just sat straight up, watching the movie as if nothing had happened.
When the movie ended, she looked at me and said, “Shall we go straight to your place or do you want to get a coffee or some dessert?”
Was she kidding?
“The only dessert I want is you,” I said, cornily.
“Well, let’s go straight to your place then, but, you have to agree to one thing first”
“Sure. What?”
“I’m in charge. We’re going to have sex, but you are going to do everything I tell you. Can you do that?”
This was new. Melanie had always been vanilla and very typical. Suddenly, she seemed strong and in charge. I’d never had a woman be so demanding. It was definitely turning me on.
When we got to my place, we went straight to the bedroom and started kissing. Each of us had our hands roaming everywhere on the other person and soon we were both down to our underwear.
“Stop!”
Had I done something wrong?
“Stand still.”
She crawled onto my bed, ass in the air, and then slowly but surely pulled off her panties, exposing a nicely trimmed pubic area. I was drooling.
“No touching yourself. Not yet.”
She turned over and unclasped her bra, letting her large breasts free. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and demanded, “Eat me!”
I couldn’t get onto the bed fast enough. I lay between her legs and started licking her labia, kissing everywhere. Her trimmed blond thatch of pubic hair smelled perfumed, but the scent of her raw sexuality quickly overpowered it.
I continued to kiss and lick, enjoying her taste and scent when she said, “Stick your tongue in my cunt.”
The language, combined with the forcefulness with which it was delivered, was a massive turn-on. I pulled her lips apart and darted my tongue inside her. She was soaking wet and her juices were flowing out, covering my nose and chin as I alternated tongue fucking her and licking her.
Melanie grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her pussy, “Eat me! Make me cum!”
I redoubled my efforts, focusing on her clitoris more, sucking it into my mouth and nibbling on it.
“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Keep going!”
She had never been vocal In bed before beyond moaning. Whoever had awoken this in her was my hero.
As I licked, kissed, and sucked, she kept pulling my face into her cunt. Juices covered my entire face and she kept writhing. Suddenly, she pushed my face away and sat up. “Lay down,” she commanded, and I quickly lay on my back. Melanie swung her legs over me and positioned her soaking pussy over my mouth. Without a word, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up as she lowered herself down to meet my tongue. She bucked up and down on my face, moving her hips so that her pussy moved over my mouth, chin, and nose. I had always wanted her to sit on my face when we had dated, but she complained she felt self-conscious. Now, here she was riding my face like I was just a toy for her pleasure.
After a couple of minutes, I felt a familiar jolt go through her body, and I knew she was cumming. Her legs quivered violently as she screamed, “Fuuuck! Yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Eat my pussy! Eat my pussy!”
She bucked even harder on my face as she screamed through her orgasm
As her orgasm subsided, she rolled off me, laughing, “Fuck, that was good.”
“That was incredible,” I offered, “anytime you want to do that again, I’m game.”
“I’ll take you up on that. But first, I have something else in mind.”
She climbed off the bed and grabbed her purse. She reached in and pulled out some restraints. I didn’t clue as to what they were at first. Not until she started tying me down, really.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, you did a good job, so I’m going to give you a treat.”
Once the restraints were all attached, Melanie climbed on the bed and started kissing my thighs, stomach, chest, and neck. Nibbling with her teeth, she got me writhing in pleasure. When she nibbled on my nipples, jolts of electricity shot through my body. My body spasmed involuntarily.
It was torture, but it was divine.
She slowly nibbled her way down to my cock, then kissed and licked all around it. She sucked me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, milking some pre-cum from my throbbing dick. She pulled off and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself.
Then she returned to sucking my cock. It was incredible to have her sucking me, her hands running over me, her fingers occasionally pinching my nipples.
I could feel my orgasm building. Apparently, so did she. She stopped. The urge to cum subsided.
Then, she climbed on top of me and sank down until my cock was buried in her soaking wet pussy. As she rode me, I could hear how sloppy-wet she was. Her juices flowed down my cock and over my balls.
With my hands and feet held in their places by the restraints, all I could do was look. I watched as she lifted almost all the way off my dick before swallowing it all with her engorged cunt.
Melanie's right hand had been on my stomach, as if for stability, but she suddenly moved it to her clitoris and started rubbing violently. Another orgasm crashed over her. I still have no idea how I didn’t cum at that moment but she collapsed on top of me and the orgasm subsided once again.
“Enjoying yourself?”, she asked.
“More than ever!”
“Good. Want to continue?”
“Hell, yes!”
Melanie climbed off me again. My cock and balls were drenched with her juices and I was just wondering what was next. Then, she pulled a dildo from her purse.
“Watch,” and with that, she sank the dildo into her pussy. She masturbated with it for about thirty seconds before pulling it out and holding it to my mouth.
“Taste me.”
I opened my mouth and she eased the dildo slowly in as she remarked,”Very sexy,”
The taste was exquisite. I’ve always enjoyed oral sex and Melanie being one of my first and tasting so good probably had a lot to do with that. I was so lost in her taste that I wasn’t really aware that the motions of the dildo made it seem like I was giving a blowjob.
