Samantha's Erotica on Our First Time Sex, Part Three

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a fire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better, maybe for the first time in their lives. 

This blog entry is based on email feedback I received from Samantha on the first of the nights and days we shared together. Enjoy. Here's part one for those just joining us.

So Eric brought this bag of tricks – literally. He removed from the bag a red battery vibrator and a large pink dildo. I had never in life used a dildo before. He had me feel it – it was quite lifelike. He told me to turn on the vibrator and put it near my clit and he proceeded to thrust the dildo into me. It felt incredibly lifelike – but still there was no man attached to it...so it didn’t quite feel right or the same.

Moments later, I forgot about that.

I held the vibration near my clit while Eric thrusted the dildo gradually deeper and deeper into my vagina while “working” what he called my perineal sponge via a finger inside me (I really have no idea what he was doing. That's what he told me after I asked when it was all over with. No man had ever done it before and damn did it feel good). I don’t know how long he used the dildo and finger, but that paired with the vibe on my clit made me come really hard, harder than I have come with many men I have been with. I was tired, sweaty and satisfied and I hadn’t done as much as kissed Eric’s neck. I was beginning to feel bad and selfish. I felt like most women dreamed for the sex to be completely about them.  I believe I even said, “This is too much.” Eric softly whispered, “You deserve every minute of it, baby.” And I did…and boy did I ever get it.

Eric is one of the most generous, giving lovers I have ever experienced. Taught well by Betty. It is unfortunate most men have not been trained in this way and I am not yet sure how I will be able to go back to sex with the mere mortals. After orgasm number 4, and Eric not even inside me yet, we took some time to cuddle. Who cuddles before fucking? Eric does. He’s not a man, he’s a god. I know I have to focus on lust…because this could get incredibly dangerous. He took time to describe how he felt my vagina relax and open more and more while he dildoed me. That I was tight at first and could feel my inner curves, and how the curves seemed to melt  slowly into a long deep passage that gave everything in to his faux cock.

I was so wrapped up in my own post-big-orgasm bliss that I just barely heard Eric say, ”My dick is like a rock.” I looked up and it was in fact, large, engorged, and I wanted it inside me. Now. Even though I thought I knew my sex and body needed a rest. His cock dripped with pre-come and stood before me. I just watched him and his very hard penis in awe as Eric rose and went to get us some water. As he walked away and down the steps I watched his perfect form and perfect ass disappear from me, knowing he was only downstairs. He came back and his penis had lost some of its steel-- darn.  I drank and rested. Ready for round two. I wasn’t sure what to expect.

My new lover settled down on the bed next to me. It was time to get him ready. He lay back on the bed and I took him with my hands. Granted, this is not my most natural process. I did what I had done with other men and usually seemed to work in the past, but Eric was different, more evolved than any man I had ever been with.  After some gentle instruction of encircling his coronal ridge with my thumb and index finger I started to get some reaction from a suprisingly small penis at rest. Not so little after all. It didn’t take long to grow and it was a full erect seven inches. I continued to palpate and tug at his balls and apply gentle pressure to his perineum. I saw his little smile and his eyes widen, “You were holding out on me with that move.” He actually stopped me saying I was making his cock feel too good, that my attention would make him ejaculate if I didn't, then asked me for my favorite position while rolling down a favorite condom. Brought his own condoms of choice in a little black bag with red drawstrings. Then he lubed his penis-- made it shiny, slick, and wet. Sigh... :)

There are so many positions that are my favorite. We went with missionary, but with my legs up and hugged around him; something he emailed me earlier in the week that he had fantasized about doing with me. At first when he entered me, I didn’t feel anything, it was slow and then on the second thrust, oh my was it evident that he's man who knows what he was doing. Eric thrusted slowly in me at first and then harder, but occasionally asking me if it was too hard. I listened to our bodies slam against each other like it was a hot porn movie. I felt the sweat of his back as I wrapped my arms around it. The sweat pooled in between our lower bellies in the summer night heat (no air conditioning) and he and his penis only became more virile.

I came once so hard, he had to stop because I thought I would black out. Our bodies were covered in sweat. I pulled him tighter, those kegel exercises were working and I did a few just to feel it more myself and give him something too. His reaction was sexy-aggressive. I couldn’t help my little screams of delight and really hoped that the neighbors weren’t listening. We stopped for a minute or two. Eric was still hard. I said when it was ok to go again and he thrusted deeper this time, slower, we held each other tighter  and kissed the entire time. Deep, slow, passionate kisses, where you can’t breathe. I saw god again. I looked up and I saw Eric above me. The demeanor of the sweet man fucking me hard began to change. Something seemed to take over and his voice erupted in roaring, primal sounds. It was a bit unnerving, but I went with it. I had already come (7 times? I lost count). He climaxed with roaring sounds that actually stunned me. I stared at him the entire time, a little scared, but mostly intrigued since I can’t say that I’ve ever been able to make a man roar before. Very exciting. I was exhausted. I could barely move. It was three hours since our foreplay began. We stood together and kissed for a few minutes before he took my hand and we went to the shower, it took every effort for me to stand and walk on my legs. Between two long runs over two hours and three hours with Eric, I had quite a work out that weekend.

In the shower, we had a great conversation, goofed around like kids. It was hard to believe it was the same person who only moments ago topped my best sex guy and made him look like an amateur. I believe in the throes of passion, I actually said that aloud too. I believe this was also the most vocal I had ever been during sex. It was a long hot shower. We soaped each other. He paid long and lathery attention to my breasts, which felt relaxing and erotic at the same time. Then, washed me gently down below with one hand and the other slid up and down in the cleft of my ass. Love that. That was why it was a -long- hot shower.

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