Kate: Breaking in a Virgin

Initially Chris looked a little dumbfounded taking in what I just said to him. I broke the ice by pulling his pants off his hips, unhooking his erection from the waistband so they could drop to the floor; exposing in the process his rampant erection.

"Now you can ask me to stand, sit, lie down or roll over whenever you'd like. You can undress me or even redress me however you'd like."

As I stood back up from pulling his pants away from his ankles, Chris wrapped me in a full body embrace and started kissing me, letting his dick push up hard into the crutch of my swimmers. Maybe, I thought, he does just want to stick his dick in me.

But then he stepped back, contemplating my body for a second before bending in and kissing the exposed skin on the top of each breast. I put my hand on the top of his head and played with his hair as he knelt down at my feet, kissed the material covering each nipple and explored the exact location with his lips before trying to tease up a reaction from them. He cupped my breasts with his hands as he kissed down the length of my torso until he kissed my mons.

After that he asked me to lie on the bed.

I admit it I'm a tactile person. It might well stem from some deprivation of my upbringing and sorry guys to make us hard to read, but a lot of girls would be telling Chris to "get on with it" if he did to them what I encouraged him to do to me. But I like being touched (by the right person of course) and I like touching in return. To me touching is a form of communication; one that is remarkably hard to come by without giving an unintended message or simply having a guy wanting to move too fast and get down to the real action before you've had your fill of it.

To describe every movement he made in the next twenty minutes would be tedious; but it wasn't tedious to me at the time. With my swimmers still on he touched, kissed and caressed every inch of my body, from my hair to my toes before rolling me over and starting again on the whole of my back. I was his gift wrapped package and he wanted to feel out everything inside before he opened me. Every moment he was doing this, one hand was in my crutch. It wasn't pushing or rubbing hard; just playing with it -- tickling it if you like, stroking it gently. But I wasn't squirming around laughing. I was just becoming more and more aroused.

As he finished my back I felt the string tie on the back of my swimmers being pulled like the bow on the present I had made myself. That wasn't strictly necessary to take them off. They'll slip off each shoulder. Having undone the knot he pulled the strings lose before rolling my limp body over.

Then, starting by peeling the covering over each breast and having a prolonged oral play with each nipple, he slowly, sensually slipped them off my body to let him start all over again with my naked flesh.

But there were two significant differences this time. After he'd stripped me naked, gone back to start with my head and then worked down to my breasts he straddled me lightly, let his cock fall between them, pushed them together with his hands and gave himself a bit of a titty fuck. Not for long; just long enough to let him know what it felt like. He must have liked it because he was dripping pre-cum all over me. Then further on when he came to my crutch, he straddled my thighs. As he bent down to my crutch I thought he was about to give me some oral again; but instead he pulled my labia apart to give him a chance to see what it all looked like.

Given how aroused I felt I could only guess he got some really deep insights into me. It seemed as a sort of reward for that exposure he then leaned in again to tongue my clit for a bit, before continuing his journey down my body.

After rolling me over and doing my naked back I felt him lie on top of me along the length of my body and bring his mouth to my ear. "I'd really like to make love to you now."

I put my hand around my back and wrapped it around his cock. "I want to show you something different this time".

Spinning underneath him to bring us face to face, I slipped the already open condom on him and asked "how about I teach you doggie style?"

Now it's not actually one of my favourites. I more like a face to face encounter; and for my satisfaction usually try to make sure I'm on top -- often cowgirl style. Plus too many guys have being watching too much porn and got themselves obsessed with anal; and that's just tempting them too much.

Mind you, they tell us doggie style is good for those with an active g spot; although it's never really rocked my boat in that regard. They also tell us it gives the guy better access to finger the girl's clit during sex; which assumes he cares enough to do it or even knows where it is.

Still, it's part of Sex 101 and I'm in the role of Chris's teacher. And I know he cares enough to find a clit and use it, so why not give him a go at it.

So kneeling on the floor, I bent over the bed, guided him into me and took his right hand and wrapped it around my hip to bring it up against my clit. As the soft warm moist folds of my body first completely embraced the full length of his unyielding shaft, he let out this long, low, almost mournful, groan. Initially it made me think he'd gone off early.

But no, after hours of teasing; hours of building passion and desire, it was simply a sigh of relief. Maybe full satisfaction hadn't yet been achieved but the mere feeling of my body's most intimate acceptance and capture of his manhood had gone a long way there.

At first he didn't thrust; being merely content to stimulate my clit with his fingers; just the slightest movement of his cock keeping it fully aroused. That was good enough for me, increasing my passion enough to bring forward a constant stream of vocal indications of my delight.

When he knew he had me going, he started pleasuring himself inside me. Slowly at first, as he read from the sounds of my groans the quickly building momentum towards my climax, so he also increased the movement towards his own.

By the time it was clear I was about to go he was pounding away at me like a pro; grunting loudly with his exertions.

I went first; giving both Chris and Ben the benefit of a full Meg Ryan performance; but one that was real and fully justified by the waves of ecstasy flowing through my body. I tried to focus the full pressure of my climax down into my pussy; bringing it to bear on the piston now rapidly plunging the depths of my body, letting Chris feel the full force of the orgasmic contractions he'd induced. He only lasted a moment longer before he too signalled his release with a bellowing groan and collapsed weakened and drained along the length of my back.

As we still both lay there too weak to move and too satisfied in each other's embrace to want to, I could hear through the wall just the faintest sound of a guy climaxing; one who was trying to make no noise at all but couldn't help himself, followed quickly by the sound of the same guy trying to deal with the mess he'd just made of his bed.

The pleasure that gave me was nearly enough to give me a second climax.

I woke the next morning at around 7.30 to an empty bed. I couldn't remember whether Chris had set his alarm for an early morning surf, but either way he'd managed to sneak off without disturbing me.

A quick shower found me emerging naked from the bathroom again. After yesterday you might think that was a little risky; but I knew the surf was better this morning and in any case my care factor about Ben getting a peak as I slipped into the bedroom was pretty low. Plus if the boys -- or at least Ben -- weren't home yet I had plans that didn't involve clothes.

The unit was still empty, so dropping my bathroom bag on the kitchen's island bench, I slipped still naked out onto the balcony.

The boys had done pretty well for themselves unit wise. The east facing balcony had a beautiful view across the road to the ocean where I could see a large cluster of guys riding the point break. It was an older style unit with the balcony surrounded by one of those lattice work brick walls; offering enough privacy to sunbake naked while still offering good views over the top of it while you did.

And it had to be conceded this morning was a glorious day for sunbaking. While I take care of my skin, at this early hour, especially allowing for daylight saving being in operation, I was willing to steal half an hour of indulgence. As for the boys, I'd be able to see them crossing the road so if I didn't want to get caught naked, I didn't have to.

I settled myself down on the sunlounge with one of those tourist magazines they leave in holiday units and motel rooms. But the fact was, although I tried focusing on it, I was too distracted. If I'd suffered from an initial disappointment at discovering Chris was a virgin, that had long passed. While Chris might not be capable of the marathon thrusting sessions more experienced guys can do, the fact was he was one of the most thoughtful and satisfying lovers I'd had in a long while.

With that, the animal magnetism towards each other we shared and the fact he was a really nice, entertaining guy, just thinking about him was enough to give me the hots. This morning with the sun warming my pussy at the same time, I was soon simply too aroused to focus on something as ordinary as a magazine; or at least a travel one.

Guys like Chris were always a problem for me. The more I found myself drawn to them, the more I found myself regretting the approach of their departure for home, the more I had to fight back a growing tide of fear of commitment or getting too close. It always tended to take the edge off what should have been a wonderful time.

He was only here for another five days. I was determined to make the most of it. But even more on that beautiful summer morning as my crutch ran hot and wet, I was desperate for him to come back to the unit; alone, preferably naked and rampant with an erection.

I was just fighting back a temptation to put my fingers down between my legs when the front door of the unit opened. I craned my head around to find it was Chris; dressed just in speedos, carrying a damp wetsuit and towel over his arm. Surprised I hadn't seen him cross the road and trying to find out if Ben was with him I asked "Hi, what are you doing home?"

"I got a fin chop in my board. I've been down fixing it so I'll have the board ready for tomorrow"

"That's a pity, but don't you have a spare board?"

"Yea, but this one's my favourite for this surf."

"Did you get some good rides first?"

"A few."

By this time Chris had crossed to the kitchen sink to wash the resin dust off his hands and I'd got up and gone back inside. As Chris bent over the kitchen sink, I came up behind him, wrapped my hands around his hips, lightly fondled his cock where it sat prominently in his speedos and asked-

"How'd you like another good ride?"

With the first touch Chris's cock had exploded into an erection. I'd amused myself by guiding it out horizontal over the kitchen bench instead of bringing it to an upright position, so now it was trapped that way by his swimmer material, stretching the material to bursting point.

Shaking the excess water off his hands, Chris spun around in my arms to face me, slipped his outstretched erection between my legs to bring it up against my naked crutch and embraced me in a prolonged kiss.

I'd just spent half an hour mentally taking myself half way to an orgasm and was about to stick my fingers between my legs to finish the job. This wasn't a time for a long foreplay. I was running hot and in need of some quick action. I slipped my hand between our bodies, pulled the drawstring on Chris's speedos and with a bit of effort given how it was jammed up against my crutch, pulled his erection out of his swimmers to let the latter drop to the floor and the former bounce back up against my crutch.

Then with our bodies still locked together, I dragged him over to the short edge of the kitchen's island bench.

From the moment I wrapped my arms around him and fondled his cock, I'd already planned my next move and measured him up for it against the bench. At an overall height of a tall 6'2", the base of Chris's cock fell a few inches above the height of the bench. As I reversed into the island bench, I hoped up onto it, lay back far enough to reach a condom out of my bathroom bag, sheathed him, guided him into penetrating me, and then lay back along the bench; initially wrapping my legs around his hips as he still stood on the floor.

Chris is as fast a learner as he was at dealing with my sudden sexual attack on him. Sliding his hands down over my breasts, across my stomach and down over my mons, the fingers of one hand quickly found my clit while the other returned to my nipples; alternating between them, while he started a slow thrusting movement.

Once I knew he was settled, one leg at a time, I unwrapped mine from around his hips and brought them up over his shoulder, letting me feel Chris penetrating me so far I thought he might start hitting my cervix. All the while he's holding himself deeply into me with the arm wrapped around my thigh as its hand fingered me and his thrusting grew harder and faster.

OMG it was good.

I'm ooh'ing and aar'ing away on the point of coming when Ben suddenly flings open the front door. Chris and I both turn our head to see him enter; but all I can think about, all I can say is "don't stop now". In fact at the time I didn't even know what Ben did after the initial sighting. Turning back to Chris I started vigorously thrusting and bouncing my hips against him, getting him to refocus on me and making sure he didn't lose any of the momentum of our lovemaking or the rigidity of his erection.

A moment later the most glorious orgasm burst into my clit and spread through my whole body, causing me to arch my back high into the air as I let out the most soulful prolonged "ooohh". This was no show for Ben, no exaggerated effects this time; everything was induced entirely by my uncontrolled bliss. I'd forgotten Ben might even be there. Giving myself a moment to savour my orgasm I then started bouncing against Chris again until he too exploded forth with an almighty groan and some massive thrusts as he emptied his loan into me.

Exhausted and drained by his efforts, I slipped my legs outside Chris's shoulders to let him bend over me and rest his head on my breasts until we both started giggling at our performances.

It was only about this time I thought "hang on, what happened to Ben". I suppose I just assumed he'd have the courtesy to close the door and wait outside until he was sure we'd finished. But no, as I turned towards the door, there he is standing in the open doorway, the top half of an erection peeking over his low slung boardies. As his eyes met mine he had the audacity to ask --

"I don't suppose you'd do a threesome?"

In unison Chris and I both let out a "no"; Chris not even looking up from his head's position between my breasts as he did so.

I wasn't going to let Ben spoil the tail end of such a wonderful experience or send us running naked into the bedroom, so I held Chris's head between my breasts, playing with his hair, until I felt him start to soften. As he pulled out, I pulled him up over me and give him a kiss, before releasing him to go to the bathroom and let him deal with the now full condom.

Chris was probably half way to the bathroom before I decided it was time for me to get up from the position I was in sprawled out on the kitchen bench like a side of beef about to be carved up. So I sat up, put my feet down on the floor and hoped off. Then acting as if Ben wasn't there, I walked over to the sink and had a glass of water.

Only then did I really look directly at Ben to say with a smile and a wink

"We'd thought you'd be a little longer. Don't worry, I'll clean the bench down."

Finally, more with a wiggle of my bum than a false attempt at dignity, I ambled into the bedroom to put my bikini on.