FabSwingers.com forum: The meaning of life

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

So everyone remembers their first time, me included and I want to share this with you all. There are two reasons I want to share this experience. First, is because i had no expectations, had nothing to compare this experience too, I was a virgin who was horny as hell and wanted some sort of release. The only thing I’d had up my ass was a few toys. Second, it was the beginning of my life living like a toy for older men, a hole that men can use to please themselves. My whole existence became about pleasing men. When men are happy after using me, it really satisfies me. I feel really complete.

My first experience was with an hold headmaster. He had retired, and I was young. Had never been held by a man, had no sexual experience. I was very excited.

I got in touch with him on Craigs List and got to know him a bit first. I guess I was a little hesitant to meet too incase he stole me and hid me away.

The day had come. I had spent the morning preparing. I had douched myself, nice and clean. I had prepared with some toys too, had three different sized butt plugs, a small, medium and large. Worked my way to the medium one as I thought the large would be larger than his cock. I wanted that skin contact which I really desired, so had to keep tight.

Make up done, legs shaved, pussy shaved, I was squeaky clean and perfumed up. Smelt sexy if you ask me. I painted my fingernails and toenails pink. Like a baby pink. I thought it would impress him seeing a little petite girl with really girly hands and feet. I wore a small plaid mini skirt. It was tiny. If I had been asked to sit in public, I would definitely be revealing. It would just about reach the bottom of my bum. So I wore this. Had my 6 inch high heels. Put on a small blouse. One of those cropped ones so it was revealing. I think it was a red/dark red colour. Curled my hair. I changed my belly button piercing so it was a little more enticing, chose a dangly chandelier type. I felt really sexy at this point. Ready for this old man to take my virginity.

I had just learnt to drive and passed my test so I took a slow drive over. He lived in a cul de sac, so I drove in and parked up. I text him that I’m outside. I was looking at his door, because the plan was that we would leave his door ajar, and go to the sofa and wait for me. I noticed the door open, and then there was silence. I looked around the street, it was quiet, but there were about 5 other houses staring towards me, and I was parked enough of a distance away that I’d have to walk at least 30 seconds to get to his door.

I opened my door, final makeup check, put on a little more gloss, got my handbag and slipped my silky legs out. My heels clinched against the tarmac. I got out and stood up, now extremely revealing out in public and one step closer to stepping into the house of a man who may be more hornier than I was- ready, waiting for me to please him. I walked slowly to his door, growing more hesitant but excited. I remembered at this point those cock pics he had sent me. His cock was around 6.5-7 inches. It had a foreskin which softly slid over about half way because of his erection. There were veins, and a very slight camber downwards. I remember the pic of the man standing. His penis just rock hard but turning down ever so slightly. I grew horny at that thought. He was also shaved. Perfect.

Got to the door. In I went.

I called out... using his name. He replied so I heard he was in the room directly in front. I walked through in the hard floor. My heels making a seductive heel noise. And there he was, laid bag on the sofa, a white robe around him as though he had had a shower and cleaned himself up a little. He smelt fresh. He stood up as I approached, greeting him. I placed my handbag down on an armchair. He approached me, and grabbed me by the waist. I looked up to him, smiling intently, giving him just a fleeting glimpse of the whore that was about to reveal herself. He subtly thrust his hips into mine and I felt a lump. Something soft but with a rigid core. He lowered his head to mine, and I tilted mine to the right as I closed my eyes. His tongue slipped subtly into my mouth, and then his lips attached to mine. With a gentle suck, he kissed, pulled his tongue out and his lips retreated. With my eyes still shut, I sensed he was still there, but more than that I had sensed that he was coming back... and he did just that. His tongue slipped back into my mouth, this time there was a lot of it. I felt our tongues meet and slither seductively against each other. This repeated as we extended the duration of our kissing. We snogged for what seemed like ages and I was aware of two things. I’m a barely 18 year old girl with a retired man who was grey, medium build and not particularly handsome, given him full consent to have me, kissing him, his saliva in my mouth and I’m really enjoy his taste. Secondly I was growing very horny.

I noticed his hands were fondling my waist. He had regularly reached up the back of my blouse and his hands snagged over my bra. His fingertips had also barely snagged over my gstring that was peering slightly from below the waistband of my plaid skirt. His hands began to unbutton my blouse. I allowed him. I wanted him to undress me. It was the first man to ever undress me. I don’t really know this man, he’s old and a stranger (almost) but I wanted him to do this. Blouse was odd. My small boobs held in a bra. My curvy upper body revealed itself to him. His hands then slipped down my ass, and I recall him grabbing my ass, and squeezing it. Right at this time I had noticed my gloss had come off and transferred all over his lips and back on to mine. A bit of a mess. My lips were going soft and very wet.

I recall very clearly around this time that there was a finger meeting my ass. His fingers weren’t thin. They were proper dad fingers. Meaty in a way, but friendly. He gruntled in joy as he felt that I had a butt plug inside me. Yes, it was inside me for the whole journey there. At this point, I was ready to make a move myself before he pulled my butt plug out, I felt him fondling it and snagging at it.

My hands went into his robe. My long fingernails guiding my sleek fingers through his mildly hairy chest. His body felt thick. Double the thickness of mine. He was a bear in front of me. My hands unraveled his robe and he took it off and at that point I remember seeing a grown man stood bare naked in front of me, with the intention that he will be using me for pleasure within the next 5-10 minutes. I was born, went through school and lived a teenage life to get to this point where an old man was going to take my virginity.

I pushed him back to his sofa and he sat. I kneeled down at his legs. My legs parted and I knew that had anyone been behind me, my ass and butt plug would be showing. I parted his legs and that cock I had seen in the pictures was right there in front of my. Thick enough to barely even get my fingertips touching. In my hand, it felt heavy. There was density to it. Like an arm. A heat radiated from it and there was a kind of stick to the skin. I gripped his cock and pulled my hand up his shaft, watching his foreskin close up, and then retreat over his head easily as I moved my hand down his shaft to his balls. His balls sagged down heavy too. They felt so surreal.

I leant down and opened my mouth, and I licked his cock. Felt like nothing. I took another lick and added a bit of spit on there. Tasted like nothing. I sucked inward as I placed my lips fully over the head of his cock and his cock entered into my mouth, gliding in and filling me. I remember feeling my teeth against his cock, so I held my mouth wider. I had a first real taste of his cock and again it had no taste. I begin sucking him repeatedly and he was definitely in a sense of arousal. He was enjoying this. I sucked harder too and he groaned a little more. It was at this point, when I had tasted my first penis, that I realized that I was really turned on by the sheer fact that I was sucking on a mans private area for the purpose of pleasing him. It was the first time I had felt a sense of joy and a release that I found my purpose.

I sucked him for longer, remembering the porn movies i had watched and tried to imitate this. His balls were wet from my spit. I opened his legs wider and buried my face into his balls, cleaning off my spit and swallowing it, thinking to myself that at that time I’m bound to have been swallowing some of his sweat. I licked clean both sides of his balls, cleaned the crevices between his balls and his legs.

He then reached to my face. Ran his ringers throw my curly hair and pulled my up to give me a spit infested snog I can only guess that he had gathered in his mouth for the duration I was sucking him off. It almost filled my mouth. Guess what? I swallowed it.

During this snog I reached down to my ass and pulled the buttplug out and dropped it. I was ready. He dropped back and I climbed him one leg at a time. I was facing him, occasionally kissing him. I reached down and grabbed his cock. It throbbed in my hand. I pushed it back and used his cock to guide myself to my ass. The head of his cock was on my ass, and gently I sat down, and to my surprise he slipped in easily. I continued sitting until I felt him fill me. I reached behind and realised he was balls deep already. My ass gobbled him right up. I gently thrust my hips forwards and backwards, feeling his skin rubbing inside me. It was the warmest and hottest sensation I had ever felt in my entire life. This was the pinnacle moment when I realised I was a young girl who had graduated to a whore. This was what I wanted to be for the rest of my life. I began bouncing on him feeling his cock reach in beyond my limits, each thrust pushed a little higher, opened my insides up a little more.

I lifted myself off, and went straight to the floor face down, and I lifted my pert ass up from my waist. He was greeted with my open hole and he knew exactly what he needed to do. He slipped inside me and fucked me again, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back enough that my face was facing forwards. This position, doggystyle really made me feel like a dog. I felt every thrust of his throbbing cock repeatedly filling me, and emptying me. Filling me. And emptying. I felt his balls slapping against my ass. I felt his sweat begin to drip onto my lower back. He gruntled as he wore himself out, gradually falling back to the sofa. I immediately reverted back to cleaning his cock and balls, and at first I wondered what all the white slobber was on his cock. It was my ass cumming. I licked it all off, enough to fill my mouth and swallowed it... there was a subtly taste of salt overlapped with a hint of sweetness. I requested that he spit in my mouth, and he spat, missing my mouth, and hitting my right on my face. It was a weird and dirty feeling but I was proud to carry that spit and degradation on my face through the whole afternoon of him fucking me, until, I regretfully remember - he was fucking me in the missionary position when he came inside me. At first I didn’t register he had cum, until I felt him groan and a pool of thick white cum from his body was injected into mine. His cock throbbed inside me and I felt him gradually soften as I pulled out. I clenched my used asshole as I sucked the remainder of his cum from his semi hard cock. We kissed as I laid on the ground. I reminisced as I laid there catching my breath, that missionary was the best thing I had ever felt. Is sweating body rubbing all over mine. Looking into his eyes begging him to use me. To cum inside me. Knowing he was holding my legs wide open to get his cock deep inside me. I was a made whore. This is my purpose in life. That question was finally answered.