Hi I am Paula, I am currently 27, have shortish blond hair, blue eyes, my tits are slightly smaller than I would like, but i am not going down the silicon route.
This is the story of my love life, boys, girls, everything! In the years I had been at college I had dated a few boys, though most of them just wanted to get inside my pants on the first date or for me to do what they do in the porn movies and throat fuck them, oh an their mate could join in if you wanted, or do you take it up the arse?
There have been one or two nice guys, but each have their own issues. There were some girls too, and that’s where my troubles started . Take Greg for instance, he was my first, I was 17 and he was 21. He took his time and it was about 6 weeks before we actually made love in the back of his small van, though we had fooled around a bit before that starting with just kissing and him rubbing my tits through my jumper, to hands inside of jumper feeling my tits, it made me feel excited and wanting more. One night he put my hand on the front of his trousers, and I could feel the size of his erect cock through the denim, by this time I was really curious as to what a real one looked like, which wasn’t my stupid brothers or on a picture in a book or sex education film. We pulled over that night in a deserted car park and moved into the back of the van, where he had some blankets and a small mattress, and that was when I learned how to make a cock cum with my hands, it was messy, but Mum didn’t notice as I put the blouse and skirt into the washing machine as soon as I got up next morning. The next night we did the same, but to save the washing I took off my blouse and skirt first, and he removed his jeans and tshirt, and that was when he touched my pussy, first though the cloth of my panties, before moving them to one side and tracing his fingers around my slit.
My mind raced, I virtually came within minutes of him fingering me, I removed my now wet panties and asked him to do it again, which he obliged. I am sure I came about 4 times that night under his fingers, and a fifth time when he pushed me back and kissed my wet sticky pussy lips, before licking away at my clitoris. I felt exhausted but knew I had to return the favour so slowly started to run my hands up and down his erect dick. He pulled my hand away, and asked me to suck his cock, I felt a bit worried about it as I had heard a couple of girls talking about sucking their boyfriends cocks and it all sounded a bit gross, but as I looked at Greg's face and could see the shine in the moonlight of my pussy juice all over his lips and chin, knew I had to give it ago. God I was clumsy the first time, I soon found out that you lick and suck, and move your hands around it, what you don’t do is bite it, or try to swallow it, OK I know you can swallow it, but that takes some skill and training that I didn’t have then. It wasn’t long though before he said he was going to cum and I sorted of panicked, not knowing whether to just finish him with my hand or swallow it, but what of it was poisonous or something. Taking too long to make a decision it was taken out of my hands so to speak as a powerful blast of hot semen splashed into my mouth, followed by another that squirted over my face as I gagged and pulled away from his cock. And another all over my best bra, and more onto my tummy before he finished. He looked at me with my mouth full of semen, and said “Go on swallow it” which I reluctantly did, not quite knowing what I should do. It was different and not as nasty as I was expecting, sort of salty and slimy.
We fucked later that week, I say fucked as that what it was to him, as I found out the next day he was dumping me for a girl called Sophia from London.
After Greg there was John, David and Richard, the girls in my life? You just need to read on. |