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My Sexy Math-lete
First time doing the Math Major virgin in a dorm room.
Based on a post by ArseGratiaArtis.
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Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
I love math, and I like to think I'm good at it. It wasn't
my major, but in my first semester of college I took the standard calculus course
everyone in science and engineering takes. I thought I was picking it up fairly
well because I could do the homework, and spent more time on my other courses.
Then came the first test. We got them back on a Friday just
after lunch, and I was shocked. As I stood there looking at the red numbers;
63. Nearly a failing grade, I heard the girl next to me say, "Looks like
you maybe got a little overconfident, Jack?" I hadn't wanted her, or
anyone else to see the pathetic grade.
She was a math major who had sat next to me starting with
the second week. She tossed her shoulder-length brown hair back and looked up
at me. Until now I hadn't paid a lot of attention to her, even though there
weren't many girls in the class, or, for that matter, in this entire university.
Pam was quiet, up til now. She was short, at least 40 pounds
overweight, and had some self-confidence issues. Her glasses were thicker than
mine. But for all that, she was pleasant and friendly, when I talked with her
at all, and even more so now that she could see the lousy grade I had gotten. I
found that odd; I would have expected she would gloat a little, or not say
anything.
She showed me her test, with a 98 on the top. She said she
had screwed up on one problem. I folded my test in half so nobody else could
see the grade; and said, in a low voice that conveyed my disgust with myself
and wouldn't be audible too far away, "I screwed up on nearly half of
them," and I looked away.
I could feel her looking up at me, so I turned back to her.
Her deep brown eyes seemed to search mine. "Do you want a little help? I
used to do tutoring when I was in high school," she offered, and touched
me on the arm.
I looked back at her, and down; she was at least a full head
shorter than me. My first thought was, "Great. She's thinking of me like
some dumb kid."
I said, "I don't know, Pam. I think I'll go back
to my room and have a look at it, myself."
I did that, and by dinnertime I was starting to think that
maybe I wasn't all that good at math. Everyone had told me college would be a
different game, and now I was made painfully aware of just how different. The
scary part was that one of my scholarships required me to maintain a 3.5 GPA or
I would be out of there with nowhere to go.
Literally. It was too late to go to an easier school,
or a less expensive state university, and I had no home to which I could return
to, lick my wounds, and try again.
I went down to the cafeteria at 6:00, my usual dinnertime,
and Pam was at a table with her roommate and another student. She motioned me
over, and since my usual group wasn't there, I could hardly refuse and sit by
myself. It was a Friday night, so probably half the student body was off campus
for the night, if not the weekend.
I put my tray down across from hers, since she had called me
over, and sat down. I was glad she didn't say anything about the test. She and
the others talked about weekend plans and movies, and she asked what I would be
doing.
"I'll be studying, and I have to work half a day
tomorrow." I had a job in the library, shelving books.
The other girls left and Pam reiterated her offer to help me
with math. After a little consideration, I agreed to go to her room later and
work with her. It couldn't hurt, and she was very smart.
I spent another 30 minutes in my room after dinner going
over one particular ratio problem, and although I got the right answer I had to
admit to myself that I didn't really understand it. What got me was that I had
done the assigned homework perfectly, but the test was much harder and the
professor counted tests much more heavily than homework.
I gave up and walked down the stairs, across the quad, up
the stairs, and found the dorm room where Pam lived, and knocked. She answered
quickly, smiling. She was wearing a white blouse with the top two buttons
undone. I could see the cleavage between her huge breasts, and that threw me
off for a second. I'm a sucker for breasts, and cleavage is a big turn-on,
although I didn't expect to be turned on by her. I recalled that she had been
wearing a sweatshirt at dinner, her more usual attire. College girls dress just
as grungy as guys, unless they’re “on the prowl”.
“Happy weekend, Jack. Congratulations on making it through
the week, although I happen to have witnessed a nasty battle scare this
afternoon.” She winked. “I’ll bet there’s probably a simple oversight in one of
your steps. I’m thinking we can work a couple of the test questions and compare
our steps. What do you think?”
“I hope so.” I said. "My confidence really took a hit,
today.”
“I’ll do everything I can to restore your confidence,
quickly.” She said with another seductive wink and a smile.
She invited me in and pulled her roommate's desk chair over
to her desk, motioning for me to sit. She got out the textbook and opened it to
the end of the relevant chapter, where she picked out a problem similar to one
I had missed, one that had not been given as homework. She asked, "What's
the first step in solving this?" And so it went for well over an hour, with
her asking questions, gently correcting my mistakes, going back to where I got
lost, never being nasty or scolding, even when I made dumb mistakes like
getting the right number with the wrong sign.
Some of my mistakes were due to nervousness. I wasn't used
to studying with anyone else, and especially not a girl with big tits being
significantly displayed. I solved the textbook problem and several others like
it.
I got it. After a while, I could solve even the
toughest problems. I had filled four pages in my spiral-bound notebook with
problems. I figured she must have gone to a far better high school than the one
I attended.
Sometime, while we were working, her roommate breezed in and
put a few things in an overnight bag. She gave me a look I couldn't quite
interpret, and didn't seem at all surprised at me being there. Perhaps a
knowing look? Maybe a little bit of a leer?
As she started for the door she said to Pam, "See you
Sunday. You kids have fun." She smiled and was gone. Pam must have told
her she had invited me up to study.
Pam explained that Lynne went home every weekend, and that
she was probably eager to see her boyfriend. "We know what she's going to
be doing," Pam said with a smile. I let that remark go, not knowing how to
respond. I had a guess, and it involved biology, not math.
We finished the last problem and she closed the book, then
turned to face me. "You're really smart. You just needed a little more
practice on this process." Her face flushed a little. "I know I could
use some more practice." Her soft little hand gently touched my inner
forearm near the elbow.
I was a little confused. Her? Need practice? She noticed my
blank look and continued. "I didn't invite you up here just to do math
practice."
Oh. I thought she had. "You didn't?" was all I
could manage.
"No, silly. I've had a crush on you, from the first day
of class. You just seemed a lot nicer than the other people here, and your rich
baritone voice, when you spoke up in class, was wonderful." With that, she
leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, not too quick but not lingering, and
pulled back. It felt good, but I was confused. She smiled. "You're not
used to girls coming on to you, are you?"
"No. This is kind of a first." I still wasn't sure
where this was leading, what she wanted. But even though I was a nerd, I was
starting to catch on.
"You don't have a girlfriend, do you? Someone waiting
at home to see you on holidays?"
She knew I spent the weekends on campus, but not why. My
personal life was a complicated flaming mess, and college was my escape. That
was all the more reason to do well. None of that was any of her business. I had
been seeing someone, but she had dumped me in July, a month before school
started, which didn't surprise me.
What had surprised me was that she ever went out with me to
begin with. This was also the time things really fell apart at home, such as it
was.
"No, no girlfriend," I managed. Her intentions
were becoming clearer.
She got to the point. "Jack, I know I'm not your idea
of gorgeous, but I think I can be a lot of fun." And she slowly leaned in
and kissed me again. I could see down the Grand Canyon of her cleavage as she
leaned in. She was wearing a low-cut bra. I gave in to the kiss, enjoying it
this time. When she pulled back she said, "You may not know it, but you're
hot. You're, what, nearly 6 feet of solid muscle? I don't know how you got that
way, but all of the math department girls notice. And you know how to
kiss."
"How do you know I know how to kiss?"
"I've had a few kisses, but more than that; I'd rather
not say," she replied.
I didn't press the point.
I turned that over in my mind. I was in top shape, between
hikes and camping with the Boy Scouts and my high school job unloading
furniture trucks. But I never thought of myself as a jock, or hot. I didn't
much like sports. I was a nerd. I also thought,
"All of the girls? Like all ten of them?"
There weren't many on campus, and I didn't feel like I got noticed at all.
There were plenty of guys who were better looking than me.
"So you don't have a boyfriend waiting at home?" I
teased. She got a little serious, a little annoyed. "What do you think? If
I did, you wouldn't be here."
She went on. "I said I needed practice, and you've
figured out I wasn't talking about math. I was born with my vagina closed up,
and it had to be surgically opened. And kept open. So my mother used plugs to
do that.
And when I was old enough I used dildos, myself. I got to
really like the feeling of something inside me. I guess I've had more permission
to explore myself than most girls. So I take care of myself a lot, but dildos
can take me only so far."
"So you want me to take your virginity?"
"In full disclosure, I'm not exactly a virgin, in the
sense that my hymen is long gone if I ever really had one.” She paused for
dramatic effect; “But I've never had a real cock in me."
I had a huge approach-avoidance conflict. She had
practically asked me to have sex with her, and I was a virgin.
On one hand, at first blush she didn't seem like someone I
wanted as a girlfriend. Her personality had been growing on me. She was really
nice and easy to talk to. For an eighteen year old male, sex trumps
nearly everything.
On the other hand, although I knew the mechanics of sex from
watching porn and reading, I had no actual idea of how to proceed. My
high-school girlfriend and I had done a lot of kissing and a little clothed
touching, and she let me suck her breasts a few times before she dumped me, but
nothing more than that.
Pam saw my hesitation. "Look, we don't have to be all
kissy-face and holding hands in public. But I do like you, and I can take good
care of you. And I'll get you through math, although you probably don't need
much help if you work a little harder." She leaned in for another kiss,
this one deep and sensual, our tongues playing. I felt her hand behind my head,
and another stroking down my chest. When we finally broke, she had unbuttoned
two more of my buttons. I was rock-hard, my cock straining at my jeans. I had
to adjust, but was too embarrassed to reach down and do it.
"Come over to the bed, with me." she
suggested. I got up and turned toward her bed. She turned off the desk
lamp, and walked the four steps. That delay let me adjust my aching cock. I
then noticed that she’ld kicked off her shoes sometime earlier while we
studied.
She joined me, and I'm sure she noticed the bulge in my
jeans. We had another hot kiss. My hands fondled her luscious tits through the
cloth, then I went for the buttons on her blouse.
When we pulled away, she finished unbuttoning my shirt. She
took off her blouse and bra, revealing two enormous pendulous breasts. Big,
perky nipples sat in the middle of small aureolae, inviting. She leaned back
resting on her elbows, with an adoring smile on her pretty face.
I leaned over and kissed and sucked first one, then the
other nipple. It was awkward but fun and she moaned with pleasure and ran her
fingers though my hair while I brought her nipples to a stiff towering arousal.
It was pretty clear she liked it.
“This is the first time anyone had ever done that.” She said
with a giggling happiness.
When I came up for air, I said, "Let's undress each
other." Yes, a little late for that idea, but I wanted to finish the job
and get a complete look at her.
She agreed and stretched out. I unbuttoned her tight denim
jeans and she lifted her hips up to let me slip them off. Then the red stretchy
panties, which I threw to the desk.
And there she was, naked and mine if I wanted to take her. I
could see the trimmed patch of dark brown hair pointing to her pussy, but
nothing more. Her thighs were smooth and full and covered her slit.
"Your turn," she said. She rolled off the bed and
stood up and removed my shirt, then gently pushed me back on the bed. She
unlaced my running shoes, took them off, and took off my socks.
She stroked my cock through my jeans, then unbuckled my
belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I raised my hips while she tugged both
hands along my waistband and slid them off.
My light blue boxer-briefs had a wet spot of pre-cum on
them. She took them down carefully so as not to bend my upwardly stiff shaft,
and gazed hungrily at what she saw.
I'm not huge, but at just over six inches and fairly thick,
I'm somewhat bigger than average. She took the briefs past my feet and leaned
over to suck the cock tip a little. She asked about the wet spot. "When
guys are turned on, we get a little wet, just like girls."
"Oh, pre-cum," she said. I later learned just how
much she liked erotica, but somehow that detail had escaped her. She tossed the
briefs on top of her panties.
"So here we are," I said. "Please don’t think
I’m irresponsible, Pam; but You have completely surprised me. I don't
have any condoms with me, and I don't want to get you pregnant." I was giving
her a chance to back out, but I was really giving myself that chance.
"Don't worry about that. I had a lot of problems with
erratic periods, so my mother got me on the Pill when I was 15."
"Wow," I thought. "My first time and I get to
go in bareback." What I said was, "That's great for us. I’m sorry for
your troubles."
Pam winked and added; “I could have stopped after 12 months,
but I loved how the hormone therapy transformed my rollie polie shape into a
more buxom form. I’ve now got a better waistline ratio than I ever had.”
She moved to lay on her back with her ass on the edge of the
bed and brought her legs up high and spread them wide. She was surprisingly
flexible. I took a good long look at her pussy. It was a little different from
what I had seen in porn. Her inner lips were small and her clit was tiny. Her
huge, outer lips were swollen and parted. I got on my knees and gave her pussy
a long kiss. I liked the scent, something I had only read about. It's hard to
describe, a little musky, maybe a little sharp. She tasted salty, too. She
moaned as my tongue found her clit. In my naiveté I thought that constituted
foreplay.
"Jack, have you ever done it before?"
"Done what? Sex?" and my voice trailed off. I had
been found out.
"I didn't think you had. That's part of why I wanted
you. Well, you know I haven't either. Just some toys."
That made me feel better to hear her say it, even though I
already knew that. “Can I talk you into more tutoring?”
“Oh, damn straight you can!” But my cunt is aching for a
visitor to go spelunking. Deep spelunking.” She winked and smiled. “Let’s
rain-check the oral, for now, okay?”
I stood up and she took the opportunity to scoot up to lie
full length on the bed, and brought her legs up. I knelt between them and
stroked her with the tip of my cock, starting with her clit and ending at her
opening. She was soaking wet, ready.
With my cock pressing at her opening, I positioned my arms
over her shoulders and remained suspended over her amazing tits. I looked deep
into her eyes and said; “Miss Pam; I’d like to introduce you to my eager
tallywhacker.”
I carefully pushed in, slowly at first, then buried my
length up to the balls in her. What I later came to call the "shock of
entry" was amazing, that feeling when the tip goes into a wet, ready
vagina. She moaned and looked at me, her eyes wide, and leaned her head up. I
leaned down and kissed her, savoring the moment of having just entered a woman
for the first time. She was wet and tight, and felt nothing like my own hand.
Her cunt was hot, wet, and rigidly tight.
‘I don’t move.” Pam whispered in my ear. Let’s just feel
this fullness.” It was heavenly, but neither of us could delay our natural
urges for long. We both began twerking. Within a few seconds we were full-on
pumping.
When a man has sex for the first time, there are at least
two things that can go wrong, and often do.
The first, inability to get or stay hard, was obviously not
the problem.
What happened to me was the other one: premature
ejaculation. I made exactly four long strokes in and out of her and came,
shooting cum deep into her soaking cunt.
I panted into her ear, "Oh my god, Pam. I'm sorry I
came so fast." But I didn't pull out, and I stayed fairly hard. I felt her
cunt muscles squeeze me, and she said, "It's okay. Just stay all of the
way in and hold me." I raised up on my forearms and kissed her. I was
embarrassed beyond belief. It was a good thing she couldn't see my red face in
the dim light.
I moved in and out a little, and after a few minutes I was
good and hard again. She moved with my rhythm, and after just five or six
minutes, she came. It was amazing. I felt her cunt gripping my cock, heard her
ragged, gasping breathing, felt her shudder and her head moved from side to
side. I kept stroking her, despite the feeling behind my balls telling me I
could cum again, letting her enjoy her climax. But then I thrust deep into her
and stopped, and let her orgasm trail off. She held me tightly and whispered,
"That was incredible, Jack. I never would have guessed. But I did
fantasize."
I lifted up a little and kissed her, still not moving. I
wanted to stay in her forever. But she moved her hips, and I started moving
again, but managed to hold off cumming.
She panted and whispered, "Fuck me hard, Jack." It
was incredibly hot to hear, and I did, thrusting in and out of her tight cunt
and making her cum once more. I stopped moving when I again felt the telltale
sensation behind my balls. "Why did you stop?" she asked.
I said, "It feels better if I don't cum so fast,
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My Sexy Math-lete
First time doing the Math Major virgin in a dorm room.
Based on a post by ArseGratiaArtis.
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Stories.
I love math, and I like to think I'm good at it. It wasn't
my major, but in my first semester of college I took the standard calculus course
everyone in science and engineering takes. I thought I was picking it up fairly
well because I could do the homework, and spent more time on my other courses.
Then came the first test. We got them back on a Friday just
after lunch, and I was shocked. As I stood there looking at the red numbers;
63. Nearly a failing grade, I heard the girl next to me say, "Looks like
you maybe got a little overconfident, Jack?" I hadn't wanted her, or
anyone else to see the pathetic grade.
She was a math major who had sat next to me starting with
the second week. She tossed her shoulder-length brown hair back and looked up
at me. Until now I hadn't paid a lot of attention to her, even though there
weren't many girls in the class, or, for that matter, in this entire university.
Pam was quiet, up til now. She was short, at least 40 pounds
overweight, and had some self-confidence issues. Her glasses were thicker than
mine. But for all that, she was pleasant and friendly, when I talked with her
at all, and even more so now that she could see the lousy grade I had gotten. I
found that odd; I would have expected she would gloat a little, or not say
anything.
She showed me her test, with a 98 on the top. She said she
had screwed up on one problem. I folded my test in half so nobody else could
see the grade; and said, in a low voice that conveyed my disgust with myself
and wouldn't be audible too far away, "I screwed up on nearly half of
them," and I looked away.
I could feel her looking up at me, so I turned back to her.
Her deep brown eyes seemed to search mine. "Do you want a little help? I
used to do tutoring when I was in high school," she offered, and touched
me on the arm.
I looked back at her, and down; she was at least a full head
shorter than me. My first thought was, "Great. She's thinking of me like
some dumb kid."
I said, "I don't know, Pam. I think I'll go back
to my room and have a look at it, myself."
I did that, and by dinnertime I was starting to think that
maybe I wasn't all that good at math. Everyone had told me college would be a
different game, and now I was made painfully aware of just how different. The
scary part was that one of my scholarships required me to maintain a 3.5 GPA or
I would be out of there with nowhere to go.
Literally. It was too late to go to an easier school,
or a less expensive state university, and I had no home to which I could return
to, lick my wounds, and try again.
I went down to the cafeteria at 6:00, my usual dinnertime,
and Pam was at a table with her roommate and another student. She motioned me
over, and since my usual group wasn't there, I could hardly refuse and sit by
myself. It was a Friday night, so probably half the student body was off campus
for the night, if not the weekend.
I put my tray down across from hers, since she had called me
over, and sat down. I was glad she didn't say anything about the test. She and
the others talked about weekend plans and movies, and she asked what I would be
doing.
"I'll be studying, and I have to work half a day
tomorrow." I had a job in the library, shelving books.
The other girls left and Pam reiterated her offer to help me
with math. After a little consideration, I agreed to go to her room later and
work with her. It couldn't hurt, and she was very smart.
I spent another 30 minutes in my room after dinner going
over one particular ratio problem, and although I got the right answer I had to
admit to myself that I didn't really understand it. What got me was that I had
done the assigned homework perfectly, but the test was much harder and the
professor counted tests much more heavily than homework.
I gave up and walked down the stairs, across the quad, up
the stairs, and found the dorm room where Pam lived, and knocked. She answered
quickly, smiling. She was wearing a white blouse with the top two buttons
undone. I could see the cleavage between her huge breasts, and that threw me
off for a second. I'm a sucker for breasts, and cleavage is a big turn-on,
although I didn't expect to be turned on by her. I recalled that she had been
wearing a sweatshirt at dinner, her more usual attire. College girls dress just
as grungy as guys, unless they’re “on the prowl”.
“Happy weekend, Jack. Congratulations on making it through
the week, although I happen to have witnessed a nasty battle scare this
afternoon.” She winked. “I’ll bet there’s probably a simple oversight in one of
your steps. I’m thinking we can work a couple of the test questions and compare
our steps. What do you think?”
“I hope so.” I said. "My confidence really took a hit,
today.”
“I’ll do everything I can to restore your confidence,
quickly.” She said with another seductive wink and a smile.
She invited me in and pulled her roommate's desk chair over
to her desk, motioning for me to sit. She got out the textbook and opened it to
the end of the relevant chapter, where she picked out a problem similar to one
I had missed, one that had not been given as homework. She asked, "What's
the first step in solving this?" And so it went for well over an hour, with
her asking questions, gently correcting my mistakes, going back to where I got
lost, never being nasty or scolding, even when I made dumb mistakes like
getting the right number with the wrong sign.
Some of my mistakes were due to nervousness. I wasn't used
to studying with anyone else, and especially not a girl with big tits being
significantly displayed. I solved the textbook problem and several others like
it.
I got it. After a while, I could solve even the
toughest problems. I had filled four pages in my spiral-bound notebook with
problems. I figured she must have gone to a far better high school than the one
I attended.
Sometime, while we were working, her roommate breezed in and
put a few things in an overnight bag. She gave me a look I couldn't quite
interpret, and didn't seem at all surprised at me being there. Perhaps a
knowing look? Maybe a little bit of a leer?
As she started for the door she said to Pam, "See you
Sunday. You kids have fun." She smiled and was gone. Pam must have told
her she had invited me up to study.
Pam explained that Lynne went home every weekend, and that
she was probably eager to see her boyfriend. "We know what she's going to
be doing," Pam said with a smile. I let that remark go, not knowing how to
respond. I had a guess, and it involved biology, not math.
We finished the last problem and she closed the book, then
turned to face me. "You're really smart. You just needed a little more
practice on this process." Her face flushed a little. "I know I could
use some more practice." Her soft little hand gently touched my inner
forearm near the elbow.
I was a little confused. Her? Need practice? She noticed my
blank look and continued. "I didn't invite you up here just to do math
practice."
Oh. I thought she had. "You didn't?" was all I
could manage.
"No, silly. I've had a crush on you, from the first day
of class. You just seemed a lot nicer than the other people here, and your rich
baritone voice, when you spoke up in class, was wonderful." With that, she
leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, not too quick but not lingering, and
pulled back. It felt good, but I was confused. She smiled. "You're not
used to girls coming on to you, are you?"
"No. This is kind of a first." I still wasn't sure
where this was leading, what she wanted. But even though I was a nerd, I was
starting to catch on.
"You don't have a girlfriend, do you? Someone waiting
at home to see you on holidays?"
She knew I spent the weekends on campus, but not why. My
personal life was a complicated flaming mess, and college was my escape. That
was all the more reason to do well. None of that was any of her business. I had
been seeing someone, but she had dumped me in July, a month before school
started, which didn't surprise me.
What had surprised me was that she ever went out with me to
begin with. This was also the time things really fell apart at home, such as it
was.
"No, no girlfriend," I managed. Her intentions
were becoming clearer.
She got to the point. "Jack, I know I'm not your idea
of gorgeous, but I think I can be a lot of fun." And she slowly leaned in
and kissed me again. I could see down the Grand Canyon of her cleavage as she
leaned in. She was wearing a low-cut bra. I gave in to the kiss, enjoying it
this time. When she pulled back she said, "You may not know it, but you're
hot. You're, what, nearly 6 feet of solid muscle? I don't know how you got that
way, but all of the math department girls notice. And you know how to
kiss."
"How do you know I know how to kiss?"
"I've had a few kisses, but more than that; I'd rather
not say," she replied.
I didn't press the point.
I turned that over in my mind. I was in top shape, between
hikes and camping with the Boy Scouts and my high school job unloading
furniture trucks. But I never thought of myself as a jock, or hot. I didn't
much like sports. I was a nerd. I also thought,
"All of the girls? Like all ten of them?"
There weren't many on campus, and I didn't feel like I got noticed at all.
There were plenty of guys who were better looking than me.
"So you don't have a boyfriend waiting at home?" I
teased. She got a little serious, a little annoyed. "What do you think? If
I did, you wouldn't be here."
She went on. "I said I needed practice, and you've
figured out I wasn't talking about math. I was born with my vagina closed up,
and it had to be surgically opened. And kept open. So my mother used plugs to
do that.
And when I was old enough I used dildos, myself. I got to
really like the feeling of something inside me. I guess I've had more permission
to explore myself than most girls. So I take care of myself a lot, but dildos
can take me only so far."
"So you want me to take your virginity?"
"In full disclosure, I'm not exactly a virgin, in the
sense that my hymen is long gone if I ever really had one.” She paused for
dramatic effect; “But I've never had a real cock in me."
I had a huge approach-avoidance conflict. She had
practically asked me to have sex with her, and I was a virgin.
On one hand, at first blush she didn't seem like someone I
wanted as a girlfriend. Her personality had been growing on me. She was really
nice and easy to talk to. For an eighteen year old male, sex trumps
nearly everything.
On the other hand, although I knew the mechanics of sex from
watching porn and reading, I had no actual idea of how to proceed. My
high-school girlfriend and I had done a lot of kissing and a little clothed
touching, and she let me suck her breasts a few times before she dumped me, but
nothing more than that.
Pam saw my hesitation. "Look, we don't have to be all
kissy-face and holding hands in public. But I do like you, and I can take good
care of you. And I'll get you through math, although you probably don't need
much help if you work a little harder." She leaned in for another kiss,
this one deep and sensual, our tongues playing. I felt her hand behind my head,
and another stroking down my chest. When we finally broke, she had unbuttoned
two more of my buttons. I was rock-hard, my cock straining at my jeans. I had
to adjust, but was too embarrassed to reach down and do it.
"Come over to the bed, with me." she
suggested. I got up and turned toward her bed. She turned off the desk
lamp, and walked the four steps. That delay let me adjust my aching cock. I
then noticed that she’ld kicked off her shoes sometime earlier while we
studied.
She joined me, and I'm sure she noticed the bulge in my
jeans. We had another hot kiss. My hands fondled her luscious tits through the
cloth, then I went for the buttons on her blouse.
When we pulled away, she finished unbuttoning my shirt. She
took off her blouse and bra, revealing two enormous pendulous breasts. Big,
perky nipples sat in the middle of small aureolae, inviting. She leaned back
resting on her elbows, with an adoring smile on her pretty face.
I leaned over and kissed and sucked first one, then the
other nipple. It was awkward but fun and she moaned with pleasure and ran her
fingers though my hair while I brought her nipples to a stiff towering arousal.
It was pretty clear she liked it.
“This is the first time anyone had ever done that.” She said
with a giggling happiness.
When I came up for air, I said, "Let's undress each
other." Yes, a little late for that idea, but I wanted to finish the job
and get a complete look at her.
She agreed and stretched out. I unbuttoned her tight denim
jeans and she lifted her hips up to let me slip them off. Then the red stretchy
panties, which I threw to the desk.
And there she was, naked and mine if I wanted to take her. I
could see the trimmed patch of dark brown hair pointing to her pussy, but
nothing more. Her thighs were smooth and full and covered her slit.
"Your turn," she said. She rolled off the bed and
stood up and removed my shirt, then gently pushed me back on the bed. She
unlaced my running shoes, took them off, and took off my socks.
She stroked my cock through my jeans, then unbuckled my
belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I raised my hips while she tugged both
hands along my waistband and slid them off.
My light blue boxer-briefs had a wet spot of pre-cum on
them. She took them down carefully so as not to bend my upwardly stiff shaft,
and gazed hungrily at what she saw.
I'm not huge, but at just over six inches and fairly thick,
I'm somewhat bigger than average. She took the briefs past my feet and leaned
over to suck the cock tip a little. She asked about the wet spot. "When
guys are turned on, we get a little wet, just like girls."
"Oh, pre-cum," she said. I later learned just how
much she liked erotica, but somehow that detail had escaped her. She tossed the
briefs on top of her panties.
"So here we are," I said. "Please don’t think
I’m irresponsible, Pam; but You have completely surprised me. I don't
have any condoms with me, and I don't want to get you pregnant." I was giving
her a chance to back out, but I was really giving myself that chance.
"Don't worry about that. I had a lot of problems with
erratic periods, so my mother got me on the Pill when I was 15."
"Wow," I thought. "My first time and I get to
go in bareback." What I said was, "That's great for us. I’m sorry for
your troubles."
Pam winked and added; “I could have stopped after 12 months,
but I loved how the hormone therapy transformed my rollie polie shape into a
more buxom form. I’ve now got a better waistline ratio than I ever had.”
She moved to lay on her back with her ass on the edge of the
bed and brought her legs up high and spread them wide. She was surprisingly
flexible. I took a good long look at her pussy. It was a little different from
what I had seen in porn. Her inner lips were small and her clit was tiny. Her
huge, outer lips were swollen and parted. I got on my knees and gave her pussy
a long kiss. I liked the scent, something I had only read about. It's hard to
describe, a little musky, maybe a little sharp. She tasted salty, too. She
moaned as my tongue found her clit. In my naiveté I thought that constituted
foreplay.
"Jack, have you ever done it before?"
"Done what? Sex?" and my voice trailed off. I had
been found out.
"I didn't think you had. That's part of why I wanted
you. Well, you know I haven't either. Just some toys."
That made me feel better to hear her say it, even though I
already knew that. “Can I talk you into more tutoring?”
“Oh, damn straight you can!” But my cunt is aching for a
visitor to go spelunking. Deep spelunking.” She winked and smiled. “Let’s
rain-check the oral, for now, okay?”
I stood up and she took the opportunity to scoot up to lie
full length on the bed, and brought her legs up. I knelt between them and
stroked her with the tip of my cock, starting with her clit and ending at her
opening. She was soaking wet, ready.
With my cock pressing at her opening, I positioned my arms
over her shoulders and remained suspended over her amazing tits. I looked deep
into her eyes and said; “Miss Pam; I’d like to introduce you to my eager
tallywhacker.”
I carefully pushed in, slowly at first, then buried my
length up to the balls in her. What I later came to call the "shock of
entry" was amazing, that feeling when the tip goes into a wet, ready
vagina. She moaned and looked at me, her eyes wide, and leaned her head up. I
leaned down and kissed her, savoring the moment of having just entered a woman
for the first time. She was wet and tight, and felt nothing like my own hand.
Her cunt was hot, wet, and rigidly tight.
‘I don’t move.” Pam whispered in my ear. Let’s just feel
this fullness.” It was heavenly, but neither of us could delay our natural
urges for long. We both began twerking. Within a few seconds we were full-on
pumping.
When a man has sex for the first time, there are at least
two things that can go wrong, and often do.
The first, inability to get or stay hard, was obviously not
the problem.
What happened to me was the other one: premature
ejaculation. I made exactly four long strokes in and out of her and came,
shooting cum deep into her soaking cunt.
I panted into her ear, "Oh my god, Pam. I'm sorry I
came so fast." But I didn't pull out, and I stayed fairly hard. I felt her
cunt muscles squeeze me, and she said, "It's okay. Just stay all of the
way in and hold me." I raised up on my forearms and kissed her. I was
embarrassed beyond belief. It was a good thing she couldn't see my red face in
the dim light.
I moved in and out a little, and after a few minutes I was
good and hard again. She moved with my rhythm, and after just five or six
minutes, she came. It was amazing. I felt her cunt gripping my cock, heard her
ragged, gasping breathing, felt her shudder and her head moved from side to
side. I kept stroking her, despite the feeling behind my balls telling me I
could cum again, letting her enjoy her climax. But then I thrust deep into her
and stopped, and let her orgasm trail off. She held me tightly and whispered,
"That was incredible, Jack. I never would have guessed. But I did
fantasize."
I lifted up a little and kissed her, still not moving. I
wanted to stay in her forever. But she moved her hips, and I started moving
again, but managed to hold off cumming.
She panted and whispered, "Fuck me hard, Jack." It
was incredibly hot to hear, and I did, thrusting in and out of her tight cunt
and making her cum once more. I stopped moving when I again felt the telltale
sensation behind my balls. "Why did you stop?" she asked.
I said, "It feels better if I don't cum so fast,
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