Katya thought she knew it all, until a new virgin on the block surprised her.
I slept with Gav for months; we got together irregularly and had some fun although I knew he was about to move back to the States. One night, just before he left, he introduced me to a work colleague called Cal. Cal was in the UK for a year and Gav had taken him under his wing. He was nice enough; tall, good-looking, polite. But why was Gav looking like the Cheshire Cat? And why did Cal keep blushing every time I spoke to him?
Gav was up to something, I could tell. He waited till Cal went to the bar before telling me that Cal really fancied me and really wanted to sleep with me. “He may be young but I know you could teach him a thing or two – what do you think?”
I didn’t know. I’ve always steered away from young men, preferring the experience that comes with age. I fuck men who know how to give me what I want. What did I want with a kid? I couldn’t see why a young lad would want to sleep with a mature woman. Sure, I’d seen The Graduate but, until Cal, the penny just hadn’t dropped. Without realising it, I had become a MILF.
But Gav knew me well; he went on to say how well-hung Cal was, how he was open to anything, and how interesting it would be for me to break a virgin.
I baulked at that: a virgin? Oh God. Which was followed quickly by a swelling of my pussy telling me that she wanted him, even if the rest of me hadn’t caught up. What the hell.
Gav left us to it and I drove Cal home. I led him into my house and slowly, gently took off his clothes. His body was so untouched. So firm. His eyes shone and his grin was positively daft. I felt so damn powerful. I had a golden opportunity to shape the way this boy thought about sex forever. I was a goddess.
I left the light on and shed my clothes, and then partially dressed again in hold-ups and frilly underwear. I took his hand and placed it on my breast, brushing the palm against my hard nipple. I caught the back of his neck and pulled his face in for a long kiss. His heart was pounding and his cock was up and down like a whore’s drawers. He was terrified.
I sat him on my bed, put on music and performed a lap dance for him. It was fucking hot watching him unwind and get so aroused. His cock was rock hard as I backed into his lap, grinding my hips. He suddenly got brave, grabbing a tit and pushing his fingers under the elastic of my knickers.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said. I blushed. The bare honesty made me melt.
“Fuck me,” I said and handed him a condom. He looked bewildered, so I pushed him back and slid it on with my mouth. “Never go in without one,” I said. He nodded. At that point he would have agreed to anything.
I straddled him and pulled my knickers to one side, lowering myself onto his rampant prick slowly, keeping my eyes locked onto his and stroking his face. It was a magical moment. Then it all went crazy. He furiously slammed his cock into me over and over again and then his whole body stiffened and he made a strangled, anxious cry as he came.
It was quick and I was miles away from coming. It was horny but frustrating, so I reassured him that he had a lovely cock and body, and yes, it had been good, but practice makes perfect. It may have been the second or third time when it fell into place and the briefing that Gav had given him was suddenly remembered. He had entered me from behind – my favourite – and had reached round to rub my clit. I started to breathe rapidly, then he totally took me by surprise. He pulled me onto him and lifted my legs behind me over his arms. Fuck! He plunged so deep I thought I would pass out. He bit my neck and then relentlessly pounded my c**t till I came.
I hope I sent him on his way knowing more than he arrived with. I know I learned something!
