Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: After nine days I let the horse run free
The First Time, Ever I Saw Your Face
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As I sat in the hotel lobby on a wooden bench that offered a view of the entrance, I would say I was somewhat nervous. It wasn't that I hadn't done this before. I'd met a number of women before, plenty in hotel lobbies, arranging a tryst. Married, single, it really didn't matter that much to me. I enjoyed the conquest, the seduction on AOL, the follow-up phone calls late at night, the sexual innuendo and banter. It was all part of the chase, and she was to be the next in the long line. Except that something seemed different.
We met innocently enough. I spent hours and hours online, chatting up women, some sexually, others not. Popping into a generic chat room, I scanned the list of who was there, looking for the obvious female names. As I did, I saw that a female name with some random numbers after it had just exited. I pulled up her profile and saw she had an interest in horses, so, I sent her an instant message, "You left the room just as I entered, and here I was hoping to chat with you about horses." I was good at this, having had years of practice.
She messaged back, and so it started. We indeed chatted about horses, how she owned them as a kid, how she loved to ride, and so on. I told her of my interest in horse racing, my proximity to a track, and she said she loved horse racing (imagine that). We chatted for a couple of hours. The next day, when was back for more chatting, and the day after that, with the inevitable conversational turn towards sex. It always turned to sex talk. I told her that I spent my time playing "The Questions Game", something I had made up to add spice to people's online time. She took the bait and said "Let's play."
I started off with easy questions, like, "How old were you when you lost your virginity?" and "How many different guys have you slept with?" She breezed her way through the answers, never faltering, and asking questions of her own when it was her turn. When she asked "How big is IT?" I knew I had someone that could be fun to play with at night, assuming her husband (found that out early on) wouldn't be around all the time.
I answered her question with "Well, it's more than a mouthful, and, being that you come across as a 'good girl', I suspect that you only have sex in missionary, you never let him cum in your mouth, and anal sex is off-limits, right?" Yes, I was throwing down the gauntlet!
"I like doggy, him on top, and I especially like to ride him until we both cum. When I give him head, he always cums in my mouth. And, I would love to try anal sex, in fact, but my husband is not interested."
To say that I was floored was an understatement. I took her for more of a church-going, shy girl, but I had a bit of a wildcat on my hands. I wondered how far it would go, and if she would eventually be up for a meeting. How little did I realize that the chance meeting in a chat room would have a profound effect on my life.
When a long-haired strawberry-blonde entered the lobby, I knew it was her. The butterflies flew away. She wasn't a liar. She told me she wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat, and that she was attractive. She was dead-on target. I'd met girls who said online that they were a size 8 and were actually a size 28. I met one who sent a picture to everyone saying she was the girl in the picture, yet, when we met, she looked nothing like the picture. My girl was not a liar.
As she got closer, I could see her face. She was smiling, nervously, but smiling nonetheless. She took my breath away. She sat down on the bench and said "Hello."
I just looked at her, and all of my swagger left me. I was no longer the guy who had bedded 50 different women, the guy who flew cross country to find the best pussy the US of A had to offer, the guy who brought a bottle of Dom Perignon to each meeting to drink. For the first time in my life, I was in...no, couldn't be? Keep in mind that it was just a month or so ago when we met online, but that we had spoken daily, often for hours.
Blown away, I thought not in prose mind you, but in poetry, in what came to me during her entrance. I sang, softly...
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
Tears appeared at her eyes. I stood up, and smiled, and without another word, took her hand and led her to the elevator, knowing that she wanted to get out of public view, as this was her hometown. We rode the elevator to the fourth floor, and I led her to Room 404, which I had checked into earlier in the day.
Closing the door behind us, I pulled her close to me and we kissed, first softly, but then felt her tongue enter my mouth, her body pressing against mine. After that first kiss, I pulled back and again looked at her, then sang in sotto voce...
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
And felt your heart beat close to mine
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.
We embraced again, and memories of our online hot chats and our steamy, phone sex sessions quickly flooded my brain.
"Are you alone?"
"Can you play?"
"Yes, he won't be home for a couple of hours."
She was married, but not happily. He was a typical redneck who thought abusing his wife mentally and sometimes physically was part of the marriage contract. She had two kids, though, and no income of her own, so she felt stuck.
"Good. Reach inside your bra and pinch one of those sensitive nipples that you've told me about."
We'd been through this routine now a number of times. I suspect that I was getting as much or more action from her than her husband. I didn't mind that he was fucking her. When they were done, he'd go to sleep and she'd go online to find me. She was getting addicted to me. I was always online, from sunrise to past midnight. I worked, but worked at my desk, so I could have AOL open all the time. She was happy to find me online. Sometimes she would get jealous when I was in a private room with someone. She'd send a message like "Oh, sorry, I see you are busy. I'll talk to you some other time." She was assuming that I was getting hot chatted by some other girl. Whether it was or was not true, I'd leave and go chat with her. She was that good. And, she started to mean something more to me.
"God, I'm so hot for you, I wish you were here now to feel how wet my pussy is because of you."
"I know, babe. But I wouldn't just want to feel it. I'd want to slip my tongue inside of it. You know how much I want to taste you."
She was good at getting me off online. She could type a great story. She had the three qualities that made up a great hot chatter: fast typist, near flawless grammar (no typos), and vivid imagination. I masturbated many a time to her stories, which were as wild and as hot as mine were to her. Eventually, because she was feeling the pinch of the cost of being online, AOL charging an hourly rate and all, we moved to the phone, with her calling my 800 number, and eventually me calling her when I had gained her trust. Our cyber-affair moved rapidly.
"Ohmygod, I'm going to cum..."
"Cum for me, babe. Flood my face with your sweet juice. Let me taste you as I lick your clit again and again."
She ran up a $185 AOL bill, and was scared shitless. When her husband found out, she said, there would be hell to pay. They didn't have much money, and she had lost her mind to me, staying online when she shouldn't have.
When I sent her two $100 bills, she was completely taken aback. Speechless. She cried. She thanked me again and again. To me it was nothing. When I had someone I liked, I didn't want to lose them. Or was it more. Was I falling for this chick?
You might have thought we jumped right into bed, but, after the initial makeout session, she was back to being shy. Chatting online every day, talking on the phone at night, getting each other off, you'd think that her shyness would have been something in the past. Not so.
We talked for a while, her sitting across the room at a little desk, me laying comfortably on the bed. I eventually coaxed her to join me where we continued to talk. Slowly, her shyness and reticence faded, and we kissed again, and then again.
Ten or so minutes later, I was enjoying those nipples that I'd heard so much about. Nice little knobs, just the right size to suck upon, and nibble on. She was squirming and her hands were in my hair. Then she'd had enough of the sweet torture. She stated gently pushing my head down. She was topless, but still had her jeans on. As I moved further down on the bed, I unbuttoned her jeans, and then unzipped them. I kissed her belly, right above the panty line. She quivered and said "Please?"
I took hold of her jeans, and, making sure I got her panties too, I slowly pulled them down, my eyes glued between her legs.
A blonde bush appeared, followed by two slightly swollen, and most definitely wet, pussy lips.
"Wow..." I whispered, and dove in.
To say our first real-life sexual encounter was totally fulfilling wouldn't be true. After I helped her cum twice, she had to leave. I think it was a combination of what she did (cheated on her husband, met a sorta' stranger in a hotel) and poor time management. After all, I had driven 5 hours to see her. But, it wasn't like I didn't enjoy myself...
As I lightly licked up the left pussy lip, and then down the right lip, I got my first taste of her. Sweet, syrupy, and very wet. I was thrilled.
I dug in, my tongue pushing between her lips to gather up more wetness. Wiggling my tongue and spreading her legs wide, she groaned and kept her hands entangled in my hair. There was no need for fingers. My tongue was going to bring her to climax quickly. I could tell she needed it, bad, and I didn't want anything to interrupt her climb.
Pulling my tongue back, I inched upwards and encircled her clit with my lips, sucking inward, gently, but enough pressure to extend it a bit, and then swab it back and forth briskly with my tongue. Her legs slammed shut around my head, though I thought I heard her groan. Her hips were moving now and I was holding on, my face getting wet, but my tongue never wavering as it licked that critical spot of hers until she violently thrust her hips at me, having the strongest orgasm I'd ever seen.
I waited a minute or so, still between her legs, letting her calm down a bit and letting the oversensitivity factor lessen a bit, though I would lick here and there to taste her, just not a clit lick.
And then, a minute or so later, I ate her out again, this time a slower process, a longer build-up, and an equally strong climax, my face in need of a toweling off when we took a break.
A week or so later, we met again, this time for lunch and a rendezvous afterward. This time, she said, it was "my turn".
Her mouth was incredible. It was as if she lived to give head. I'd received blowjobs from dozens and dozens of women before, but with her, it was as if my cum was her lifeblood. She sucked me off twice that afternoon, and once again the next morning, before I left town.
She told me that she was ready to take the next step in our relationship. She wanted to fuck.
About a month later, Room 404 was available, and, we were again on the bed. She was torn, I could tell, because she knew she was cheating, but, it felt to so right. I was naked under her, and she was on top. We had not yet had sex, and she told me I would need to use a condom. I think it was some sort of holdout for her husband, that I wasn't going to cum in her pussy. I was hard, and she was rubbing her pussy along my shaft, stimulating her clit. I could feel her wet pussy hair tickling my cock. I was gently squeezing her breasts, licking her nipples when able, and biting them softly. I guess she was debating things in her mind, should she do it, should she take the final step, sans condom. I helped her make the decision by pulling her head down to mine and kissing her hard on her mouth while pinching both nipples with my fingers. She groaned into my mouth and broke the kiss, then reached down to straighten up my hard cock.
She impaled herself, and I got to feel her pussy for the first time wrap itself around me. It was superb. She rode up and down, up and down. I let her ride, waiting for her to cum so that I could change position and then cum myself. I had never been able to cum with a woman on top. That was pretty good news for the women, of course, as they got to ride as long as they wanted without fear of a quick release. But this was different. Was it because I had very strong feelings for her? I don't know, even to this day, but I did feel something, and recognized that it was the precursor to getting ready to shoot. She had climaxed once on top of me, and was going for a second when I told her I was going to cum. She knew that I never came in this position, and said in her sweet voice, "Really?" She bounced up and down just that much harder and then leaned forward to french kiss me as I shot a full load inside of her. She again came, hard, then collapsed on me, out of breath, out of energy.
I once again sang to her...
And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time my love
It would last till the end of time my love
She left her husband a few months later, and moved to where I was living with her two children. I hired her to work for me so that she could support herself and maintain a separate place while she went through the process of divorce. We maintained a public view of her simply working for my company. It was true love in every sense of the word.
When Christmas rolled around, her husband didn't even bother to buy his kids any presents. I stopped by two nights before Christmas to give her a present and give one each to her kids and saw the near bare tree. The kids were eating dinner and she told me what was going on. I told her I had an errand to run, but that I would stop back later in the evening.
When I returned, I made four trips back and forth from my van to her apartment, carrying bags of presents, all labeled to her kids from "Santa". She cried in my arms. We were in love.
We married three and a half years later. Life was good. She was not just into me, mind you. She loved women, too. Not that I had a problem with that. She'd meet women through work or other means, and some of them became lovers.
As it turned out, one day my wife decided to give up her anal cherry. She wanted me to be her first. She had watched me with others, and she had felt my finger inside her, but this would be the first ass fucking.
"Baby, you have to promise me that you'll be gentle, or we'll never do this again," she told me.
I assured her that we'd go at her pace, and that if it did hurt, I would stop.
Before we started, I asked for one of her world-class blowjobs. It had been a couple of nights since we'd had sex and I didn't want to get overexcited and pop early. She drained my balls, and in a "tit for tat" type move, stuck one, then two fingers in my ass while deepthroating me, swallowing not just my cock by my load too.
Lubrication is absolutely the key. I started with a single finger and a good squirt of lube. The second finger made things pretty tight, so again, I went slow, easing my fingers past her muscle and inside of her sweet ass. Before we moved to my cock, I insert the tip of the tube into her ass and gave a good squeeze, send a couple of ounces of slippery lube inside of her. Then I lubed up my cock really well.
It wasn't by any means easy, but God, was it worth it! It took me a full ten minutes to get my cock fully sunk inside of her ass.
"Is...it...in?" she grunted.
"Yes, darlin', it's all the way in."
"Please. Give me a minute."
"Don't worry, babe. I'm not gonna' move. When you are ready, slide forward a bit, and then back."
I felt a hand moving underneath us, and she started rubbing her clit. I knew this was a painful stretch for her, so anything she could do to make it better was good in my eyes.
After a minute or two, I felt her start to move. Slowly, at first, just a fraction of an inch forward, and then back. Then a little bit further. Now an inch forward, and then back. I believe that it was the clit rubbing combined with the lubrication that got us over the hump, so to speak.
"Fuck me, babe. Slowly...but fuck me."
She was asking for my cock. And I was ready to give it to her. I withdrew about three inches, and then slide it back inside of her, slowly, but not stopping until my balls pressed against her wet pussy lips. She moaned. It was a good sound.
I went back out about three inches, but this time slide in faster. Another bump against her pussy lips, and another moan.
Again, this time, maybe four inches. Then five inches. Then faster. Her ass was just like a wet, gloved hand, gripping my cock tightly. I started fucking her like I would fuck her pussy.
"I'm gonna' cum!" I heard her say, and kept on fucking her. I felt her ass grip me tighter, then release, then tight again, a release, and it did this for about 20 seconds. I kept right on fucking her, my hands gripping her hips for leverage. Every time I banged into her ass with my pelvis my balls would slap her pussy.
She was just getting ready to cum a second time when I exploded in her ass, shooting another load, this one deep inside of her. She bucked against me, hard, her orgasm knocking her senseless.
It was NOT the last time we had anal sex. She was hooked on it. She was hooked on me. I was her drug, and she was mine. If there was a happier couple on the planet, I'd have been surprised.
But as it turned out, life is not always meant to be good. I suppose it is yin and yang.
Driving down the road one day I saw an accident up ahead. It must have just happened because there were no ambulances or police, just a couple of cars. It looked serious though, so I quickly dialed 911 and gave the location.
It was then that my blood ran cold. It was her vehicle. She had taken the brunt of the collision.
I skidded to a stop and jumped out of my car, running towards hers. As I got closer, my head wanted to explode. I saw her, face bloodied, her body crushed from the impact. I'm no doctor, but I could see what had happened. She was dying. She looked at me, her eyes struggling to focus.
I was at her side.
"Please..." she coughed out, blood joining the output of the raspy words, "please don't leave me. Don't let me die alone."
I took hold of her hand and watched as the life was draining from her. I did the only thing I could think of to comfort her.
I sang to her.
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
She gave a weak smile, mouthed the words "I love you" and then died in my arms.
I visit her every week, and bring flowers. I have never loved someone so much in my life, and never again will. I know she is waiting for me, and one day, I will join her, where I'll be able to sing for her once again.
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