My First Real Cock

I think maybe even before I really realize what I'm doing I am stroking up and down his length in full. He's still contained within his boxers but they're bulging obscenely from his thickness and my hand, pushing at the limits of the fabric as I stroke him up and down while I stare up and meet his eyes.

I am breathing heavily. I am breathing so heavily and I know that he can't help but stare at me as he looks down almost past my tanktop to the sports bra beneath where my breasts are practically heaving with each and every shuddering breath.

My experience may not be great in a practical sense. I may not know what I'm doing with real experience. I may never have really been on this side of things, on the feminine side of the blunt equation, but that doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing.

Because I've been a man before and I know and I remember what men like. I've touched my own cock, my old cock, and satisfied my own body enough times to know how to touch him right and I have to hope... have to hope that'll be enough.

Every part of me wants to satisfy this stranger, to be enough for him and to not be a disappointment. After Lucas pulling away when he realized that I was a virgin I don't want to take the chance this time so I'm not going to tell him but this goes further than that. He needs to not even be able to suspect that this is my first time. I need to seem experienced, like I know what I'm doing.

And I need to seem confident, when the truth is that right now I am more nervous than I've ever been in my life.

"You're big," I mewl at him, half-breathless, "I like that."

My hand strokes down to his head and I twist around it, squeezing and feeling and teasing him until he groans and I smile.

"You like having my hand on your big cock?" I ask him, "My tiny little hand on your big fucking cock?"

"God," he groans, "Where did you fucking come from?"

"Your dreams," I reply, and maybe it's a little cheesy but it has the right effect.

He pushes me back against the wall with a growl and his hands reach for me, running up under my shirt and nearly pressing it up and off of me as he crests over my breasts, squeezing them through my bra. Suddenly he shifts and one slides down to squeeze my ass through my shorts and pull me into him as his tongue presses insistently at my mouth and I let him in.

I let him taste me and fill me. I let him press on me as I stroke him faster and faster and I let him squeeze and feel and want and have me, needing me just as much as I need him.

And god I want him to strip me bare and have me. I want to skip to the end where he is buried to his hilt deep inside of my tight virgin cunt and I want to feel him erupt, spurting rope after rope of his potent heat into me and making my body burn from the feel of him filling me with all of him.

I want him to have me. But I know that I can't rush quite yet.

I was a man and men like to feel like they are in charge and they like to think that they are the big man, that they are strong and powerful. They like to dominate and control and they like their women young and petite and submissive.

And what better way to show him that than to tease him to his limit? What better way to guarantee that he won't be able to help himself than to have him look at me from a whole new angle?

What better way to prove how much I can satisfy than to push him back just far enough to give me room to slide down the length of him?

Down to my knees, my big doe eyes looking up at him, as I grip the waistband of his pants and start to draw it down.

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