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Chez's first time
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay...okay. For a long time now I've been uploading a lot
of fictional x-rated stories for this board. I've enjoyed
writing them and I've enjoyed hearing from the members how much
they enjoyed them. Of course, I won't be conceited and say that
all of my stories were well loved. No, there were a few *(two to
my recollection)* that the readers hated.
But that's not what this is all about. As I've said, those
stories were fictional. Through my own experiences and
imaginings I've written them. Now I think it's about time I
wrote about a real experience. Don't get me wrong here...the
things I've done in my own lifetime are not really all that
kinky. I'm a pretty straight and narrow gal. It's just that
this one incident had my muscles aching, made it difficult for me
to sit down with any real comfort, and it created a lot of jokes
in my office. Let's see what you think. If you like it I'll
write of more experiences that I deem worthy of writing.
PROLOGUE:
I was fifteen when my mother and I moved back into Yonkers.
It was the first time I was going to be living in an apartment
building and I was pretty excited about the project. I was,
however, wary about meeting new people, but I've always been an
outgoing person and I knew it wouldn't be all that difficult. I
was correct.
A month after moving in I noticed a group of guys that hung
out every night in my parking lot. I've always gotten along
infinitely better with men so I had no qualms about starting a
conversation with them. In no time at all I got to know all of
them and I began hanging out in the parking lot every night with
the whole gang of them. They were good for me. They knew all of
the building gossip and they never hesitated to fill in on the
dirt of whosoever walked by. It was great fun and we had a lot
of laughs.
A week or two later they pointed out "The Boxer." I hadn't
the foggiest who they were talking about and you can imagine how
peaked my interest was. I asked questions. His name was Dan
DeVille *(not his real name, of course)* and he was *(and still
is)* a professional boxer. He was 24 years old and it was
reputed that he was having an affair with Sally, *(not her real
name)* who also lived in the building.
The summer seemed to be fading fast and the guys stopped
coming around to hang out. I was a little lost, if I have to
admit the truth. However, it didn't really matter because Sally
seemed to have taken a liking to me. She was about 45 years old
at the time, but she sure as hell acted younger than that. She
had to...if she was going to remain friends with me, a fifteen
year old. She picked me up from school sometimes. Other times
she would jog with me to school. We'd go shopping or cruising on
weekends and she was really a sweetheart at the time.
She would always talk about Dan, the boxer, and I would
listen attentively. She told me humorous stories about him and
always said she regretted dating his brother when she could have
been dating him. I was dumbfounded. All gossip was centered on
her sleeping with Dan and here she was telling me she was
sleeping with his brother.
About a year later she and I were still hanging out. I was
sixteen by this point and I already had a few small experiences
with sex. Not much, grant you, but some. Sally noticed that all
conversations seemed to be in the vein of men and she mentioned
Dan. In fact, she started pushing me to go out with him. I told
her that I'd never so much as said hello to him, but she assured
me that he'd taken an avid interest in me.
I didn't believe her...until she told me to watch him. It
was true. Every time I walked out of the building he was on his
balcony watching me. Every time I brought a new boyfriend home
he would watch us walk in the building together and he would
scowl. There was, in fact, a time he protected me from an
overzealous boyfriend that tried attacking me in the lobby at
three in the morning. I kept pushing the guy away and he
wouldn't take no for an answer. At the time I had a metal nail
file on my keychain and I slashed his chest with it. That, of
course, didn't please the boyfriend. He came after me to hurt me
and he surely would have had Dan not walked into the lobby and
sat down.
All in all, I'd never even said hello to Dan until close to
my seventeenth birthday. We met in the elevator and he asked me
to go for a ride with him. I agreed. We got into his car and
took off, introducing ourselves as we went.
The conversation in the car got a little hairy for a while,
but I answered his rapid fire questions as best I could. He
asked me if I was a virgin. I said no. He asked me if I liked
sex. I said I thought so. He laughed at that, asked me a few
more questions and chuckled at most of my answers. When I was
answering the last of his questions he interrupted with one final
question. "Can I kiss you?" I nodded my head and he kissed me
softly. From there he put the car in drive and headed to a small
park somewhere in the backroads of Yonkers.
Before I knew what was going on we were in the back seat of
his Riviera. My nipple was enjoying sweet torture in his mouth
and his hips were dry humping me vigorously. He made no move to
undress either of us. He was content just rubbing his bulge
against the cleft of my jean-clad pussy. He stopped for a moment
and I took the opportunity to reach for the waistband of his
pants. He pulled back and I noticed that my fingers were wet,
warm and sticky. I looked at him with a queer look on my face
until I realized he'd cum in his pants.
For two years we'd carried on in much the same fashion,
although we did eventually make it to screwing before he came. I
would continue to date other men and he dated his women. By the
way, I'd found out that Sally lied to me...she and Dan were
lovers and I was a little shocked to find her trying to kill me
at any opportune moment. She tried to hit me with her car if she
saw me walking down the street. She tried to run my aunt's car
off the road because I was in the back seat...with my new-born
cousin and my senile old grandmother too! Somehow I've always
managed to allude her.
When I moved into Rockland close to my nineteenth birthday I
told Dan I was leaving. I also told him that I would no longer
be his lover. He didn't seem all that heartbroken about it, now
that I think about it.
Three horrendous years later I was moving back into my
mother's apartment in Yonkers and who do I run into? Dan.
THE STORY:
The first time I saw him he asked me to go for a ride with
him because he had something to show me. It turned out that what
he had to show me was the new townhouse he was moving into...and
the hard cock hidden behind his zipper. Actually, come to think
of it, we never made it into the townhouse. We did it in the
front seat of his new BMW. The car phone was jabbing me in the
thigh, the leather seats squeaked too much and the front seat was
actually too small to get into any comfortable position. I
laughed on the way home knowing that he and I screwed a good
number of times but he'd never made me cum. I was laughing
because I came damned close this time, but it was the car's fault
that I didn't. Argh!
A week later my buzzer rang. Dan had never NEVER dared to
ring my buzzer before so he was the last person I expected. He
told me he'd finally furnished and moved into his townhouse and
that he wanted to show me the jacuzzi. Who was I to argue? I
followed him in my truck.
The townhouse was actually rather beautiful. He took me on
a tour and I couldn't help thinking he had wonderful taste. The
last room he took me to was the bedroom. All around were
pictures of Donald Trump with his arm around Dan, Don King,
Thomas Hearns, Mike Tyson...etc. I was impressed. I'd often
watched Dan fight on Pay-Per-View or ESPN but it never really hit
me that he was, indeed, a professional athlete.
I sat on the bed as Dan ran downstairs to get some beers.
When he came back up he sat down on the bed with me and he
lightly brushed the hair back out of my face. He looked into my
eyes and smiled.
"What?" I asked.
"I never really noticed how pretty you were." I blushed,
grabbed a beer and took a long swig.
I started kicking off my shoes and he cleared his throat.
"Um...listen, Cheryl. I just brought you over to see the
place. If you just want to just talk I wouldn't mind."
I looked up at him with sheer astonishment on my face. I
shook my head, at a loss as to what to say next.
"It's just that I'd like for us to get to know one another.
Go out on a few dates, have a few laughs. Whatever. Ya know?"
No, I didn't know. I did, however, know that I was getting
furious. When I was sixteen years old I fancied myself in love
with him. It was infatuation, I know that now, but I also
remember the hurt I felt when he'd walk into the building with
beautiful models on his arm and wink at me. I remember wanting
so much to have a relationship with him and he offered me nothing
more that a few hours in expensive hotel rooms and cars. I
remember telling myself that I'd have him for nothing more than
sex...and not even good sex, at that!
Well, I was grown up now. I didn't need the hurt again. I
didn't need the confusion. All I really needed was the sex, and
I was wise enough to recognize that in myself.
"I'll be your lover...but never your friend. I assumed you
brought me here for sex." He hung his head low and cracked open
a beer for himself. He killed off the beer in one long swallow.
I handed him mine. "Here. I'll get you drunk, take advantage of
you and it'll keep us both happy in the long run." He took my
beer and drank that one as well.
"No. I still want to talk."
Well, he wanted to talk. What was I to do? I talked to
him. I talked to him about the local gossip. I talked to him of
sports. I talked to him about how nice his decorating was. He
shook his head and complained that he wanted to talk about me. I
got fed up, told him no, told him to fuck me or I was leaving.
Well, I didn't leave...*(wicked grin)* Immediately he put
his mouth to mine with enough force to push me back into the
mattress. I opened my mouth, enjoying the feel of his tongue
wrestling with mine. Our foreplay was fast and furious and soon I
was pulling away, gasping out between breaths that he should take
off his clothes as I took off my own. He disagreed and undressed
me as I undressed him.
As soon as we were undressed he fell on me with a vengeance.
My hands dug into his hips, pulling him closer and yet he was
pulling back to put his lips on my tits.
The feel of his mouth and teeth raking over my nipples was
incredulous. I arched my back, my hands moving over his back
trying to feel every inch of him. I brought my hands forward to
run my fingers over the deeply etched muscles of his chest and he
grabbed my wrists in a grip of iron. He stretched his arms out
wide, taking my arms with him. I tried pulling my arms back and
he arched his head away from my now aching tits to look into my
face. He was amused, that much was easy to see.
"You're strong for a girl."
With that I redoubled my efforts. As I've said countless
times before, he's a boxer. His body is trained for strength and
endurance and here was silly me getting into strength matches
with him. All in all it was getting me horny as hell.
My arms struggled in his grip and I could feel my nipples
moving over the muscles of his chest as I tried to put my weight
behind my struggles. I tried using my legs but his legs easily
pinned mine to the bed. I was arching my hips trying to buck him
off of me but all I could really concentrate on was my clit
banging and rubbing into the hard muscles of his stomach. All
the while he was leaning above me enjoying my struggles, enjoying
the determination he saw in my face. He was playing while I was
really putting all of my strength into this power play.
With no more than a mere twist of his arms he flipped me
over onto my stomach and quickly rammed his cock into my
now-drenched pussy. I gasped, not really expecting this. I
bucked my ass back into his hips taking him fully into me. He
liked that enough that he leaned down to bite *(not too roughly)*
my shoulder. I arched back again and I noticed that his
headboard was a shelving unit with a large mirror in the middle.
From that moment on I couldn't take my eyes off the mirror. I
watched as my tits bounced to and fro with each thrust of his
hips. He watched my face in the mirror and I, occasionally,
would look at his face too. The look on his face turned
something akin to pain and he quickly withdrew from me and lie
down on the bed next to me.
I quickly lay down on my side and took his throbbing dick
into my hands. I'd never really looked at it before but I knew
it was slightly smaller than I'm accustomed to. He told me to
take my hand away or he was going to cum too soon. I took my
hand away and just looked at his cock as it damned near throbbed
with overexcitement. When the head of his cock dribbled a small
drop of pre-cum I put my lips forward to lick it off onto my
tongue.
That, apparently, was all the encouragement he needed. He
quickly raised himself onto my knees as he pushed my head back
onto the pillows and he grabbed the base of his dick to aim it
towards my mouth.
"Suck it. Yeah, that's it baby. Suck it harder. Oh shit!"
I reached up my hands, one fondling his balls on my chin and
the other massaging the hard muscles of his ass. He thrust
forward more and I near choked on the length of him pushing into
my throat. My hips moved of their own accord, searching for some
kind of release. My clit was throbbing, begging me for some kind
of attention and I took the hand away from his ass to massage my
clit. He saw what I was doing and he quickly moved his body into
a 69 with him on top. I watched his ass thrusting towards me as
I felt his tongue dive deeply into my wet pussy. My hips bucked
upwards, rubbing my clit on his clean shaven chin as his tongue
fiddled with the opening of my snatch. I looked over my nose to
watch the length of his saliva slick cock slip between my lips.
His arms came around my thighs, effectively holding them open as
his fingers parted my cunt lips as far as they could go.
I don't know if he knew the timing was good, or if he did it
on a fluke, but just as I was about to cum he flipped his body
over again and rammed his cock deep into me. He kept his body
pressed to mine and ground his pelvic muscles into my clit. I
lost it. My body bucked and arched, my neck burrowed back into
the pillows and I let forth with a mighty holler as the spasms of
orgasm overtook me. He held me down, grabbed my arms and spread
them wide and wrapped his legs around mine to hold me still.
His hips began thrusting violently and as soon as my orgasm
subsided I looked up at him.
He gasped out between thrusts, "Talk to me." Again he was
on this talking thing. I didn't want his urge to converse with
me to spoil what was otherwise one of the most violently sexual
afternoons of my life. So I talked to him...talked of things he
never expected to come out of my mouth.
"Oh, baby, fuck me. Ride me. Doesn't your cock feel so
good buried in my hot pussy? Can you feel me milking it? Can
you feel my cunt grabbing it? I love this. Oh, yeah, I love
feeling your dick so far inside me." On and on I went in the
same vein, exciting him with this "talk" that he demanded. As I
went his thrusts became even more powerful. It seemed as if he
was trying to bury his whole body inside my pussy and I arched my
hips to meet him thrust for thrust...and still I talked on.
With a mighty thrust he came. One thrust. That's
it. He collapsed on top of me, kissed my neck once, stayed
immobile for less than a minute and rolled over. I took the
opportunity to get up and get dressed. He scowled at me and asked
where I was going. I said I was going home.
"Why don't you want to talk to me?"
"I don't see any need to." I was honest...you have to give
me that much. There really was no need. When I was younger I
wanted his friendship as well as his body. Now it seemed the
roles were reversed and he wanted my friendship as well as my
body. Just as he turned me down so would I turn him down.
"God, you were such a kid when we started. What was that,
four years ago?"
"It was five years ago and I've learned a lot since then.
And I was a kid, huh? Then why didn't you give me a lollipop to
suck on instead of your cock? Why take me to expensive hotels
when you could have taken me to the Bronx Zoo? You're fucked
up." With that I threw his underwear at him and told him to get
dressed.
"So that's it?" He asked as he slipped the underwear up his
thighs. "You just want to use me?"
"Why not? You used me. Look over there," I pointed to his
headboard shelves. "You've got a picture of Sally on your
headboard. She's still trying to kill me after five fucking
years and you actually want me to get involved with you? You're
trying to get me killed!"
"I can get rid of her."
"Don't do me any favors." I finished dressing and walked
downstairs. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and headed for
the garage exit. He grabbed my arm, spun me around and looked at
me. I stood up on tiptoe, kissed his chin and laughed.
"What?" He asked.
"We never made it to the jacuzzi." With that I walked away.
As I was getting into my truck he asked me my phone number. I
put the car in gear and drove away.
We did wind up screwing one time after that. It was in the
back of my truck and I asked him to leave immediately after he
came.
"What if you get pregnant?"
I laughed. "I'll call you."
"Seriously. What if you get pregnant. We forgot the
protection tonight. I want to know."
"Believe me, Dan, if I ever get pregnant it won't be by you.
I wouldn't want your child."
"Why not?"
"God damnit, Dan! I don't like you. I don't like who and
what you are. I don't like the fact that if you get into the
ring again I have to worry if you're going to be hurt. I don't
like the way you are with women. I don't like the way you assume
things about me. I don't like you. Period. I don't think you'd
make a good father. Now get the hell out of my truck!"
Just recently I ran into Dan again. He quite forcefully
tried to get me to accompany him back to his townhouse for an
afternoon break. I told him no, that I was arse over head in
love with my boyfriend and that I fully intended to marry Brian
sometime in the near future. He pointed out that I was engaged
once before and still found time to accompany him to the nearest
available bed. I pointed out that I was a bit older and a lot
more content with my boyfriend, thank you very much. I tried
shutting the car door in his face but he held it open, told me
I'd be back and let the car door close back in my own face. I
opened the window, told him the chances of that happening were
akin to hell freezing over, threw the car in reverse and sped
off.
Dan and I enjoyed our times in bed, in the backs of cars,
the rooftops of buildings, stairwells...etc. Don't get me wrong
in that. For almost six long years we carried on like two horny
rabbits...but I wasn't sad to see it end. I know I won't be going
back to him. Even if Brian and I, through some quirk of fate,
never do make it down the aisle I know that my pride is stronger
than my libido, and I won't be needing Dan anymore in my lifetime.
Written by: Chez
Adult Co-Sysop
DataShack BBS
(914)961-7032
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