I have mixed feelings about the blindfold thing. On one hand, it relieves some of the pressure I’m feeling. She won’t know it’s me; she won’t be measuring my performance against the others. On the other hand, I won’t get to look into her eyes and use them to gauge her reactions. I don’t like that the small strip of cloth has somehow made this impersonal, but maybe I can connect with her regardless.
My heart is pounding, and my palms are damp with sweat, but I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. Despite my lack of experience, I’m confident I can make her feel good, if, that is, I don’t blow my load before I even get started. My cock is ramrod straight, and I try to bring to mind something vaguely unpleasant to tamp down my enthusiasm, but I can’t think of anything except the perfect woman lying in front of me.
Approaching her from the bottom of the bed, I smooth my hands over her ankles, up her legs to her thighs. She lets out a breathy gasp when I push her ankles apart in one movement, spreading her legs wide.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful.
I’ve kissed her, I’ve tasted her, and now I’m going to know what it feels like to be inside her.
Trevor steps forward with a packet in his hand, and thank god he’s here, because even though I’m usually detail-oriented, I can see myself forgetting something so important in a moment like this. I sheathe up, grateful I practiced with a couple of condoms the other night, just in case the need would arise, before I resume softly stroking her legs, not wanting to startle her again with sudden movements.
Gradually I make my way toward her center. Her pussy is glistening with her desire. My thumbs slide through her folds, opening her pretty flower so that I can take a taste. Fuck … I can’t do much of that or I’ll fill the condom much sooner than I want to.
I focus on her hair, her mouth, her neck — the parts of her that I see every day at work, though she’s never looked as good as she does right now. My weight sinks the mattress as I position myself over her, and she spreads her legs wider, which I take as a good sign.
With only a small amount of fumbling, I push the head of my cock inside her, surprised to find some resistance. Maybe it’s because she’s never done this; maybe it’s her nervousness causing tension. I pause, both for her sake and mine, and bend to suck on her nipples, first one, then the other.
She lets out a breath, and when I push in a little deeper, she cries out. Not a sharp cry, and maybe it’s just surprise, but I have to restrain myself from asking her if she’s okay. If I speak, I’ll give away my identity. Instead, I stroke her cheek and watch her closely. She exhales again, and her shoulders drop. I suck on her nipples again, and this time I feel her relax from the inside out.
The heat of her is incredible. Barely an inch in, I’m bathed in soft warmth. I want to sink into her fully, but I’m determined to take my time.
“I’m ready for more,” Autumn says, and I have to look up at the ceiling to get myself under control.
After a few deep breaths of my own, and some time spent focusing on Duke’s bedroom, which does not offer nearly enough distraction, I push in further, further, until I’m all the way in.
So good. So unbelievably, beyond-all-expectations good.
The corners of her mouth curve up in the smallest of smiles, and my chest expands to fill the room. I’d do a fist pump if I was alone. Feeling like a superhero, I pull back, and fucking hell, it feels even better than it did going in.
Her lips part in an unmistakable expression of pleasure, and I put all my thoughts into pleasing her, even though my brain is starting to cloud with ecstasy.
I kiss her breasts again, a stalling tactic, and then I go all in, chasing my pleasure because there’s no avoiding it. I get in a few nice, long strokes, and then my vision goes white, and my entire body shudders in release as I pulse inside her. Fuck. It’s never felt like this. Nothing’s ever been like this.
I try to enjoy it even as a large part of me wants to kick my own ass for being so inexperienced and so fucking fast. Speed and efficiency are not the goal here, but I’ve just set some sort of land speed record for a male orgasm.Fuck me.
At least for Autumn’s sake, there are three other men here who can please her.
The pulses start to subside, and I pull out, defeated, after the most incredible experience in my life. I don’t want to look at the other guys, but Trevor gets in my line of sight and silently mouths, “It’s okay.”
It’s not, but it’s nice of him to say so.
“Just for tonight,” Autumn had said. My one opportunity, shot. Like the kids’ game, seven minutes in heaven, only my version was sevensecondsin heaven.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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Trevor
I feel bad for Garrett. It’s a rite of passage. We all regret how fast our first times are over, but thank god, it gets better. Most of us don’t have three other guys witnessing our minuteman performances, though.
He goes off to the bathroom, and I’m ready to take his place.
I could see that Autumn liked her time with him, and I’m glad, because if she’s able to relax, I know she’ll enjoy tonight. There are so many fun things I’d like to do with her, but I decide sticking with missionary is best for her comfort. Nothing says missionary needs to be boring, though.
After kissing a trail up one of her legs, I find her clit and flick over it with my tongue. I generally consider condoms a necessary evil, but when it comes to having a threesome-plus, they also serve the useful purpose of keeping me from having to encounter another man’s bodily fluids. Not that I’m completely opposed to the idea, because I can be pretty single-minded when it comes to making a woman scream with pleasure, but let’s just say I appreciate having a clean workspace.
Autumn coos as I lick her clit. I let my thumb take over, using a light touch, mostly circling it rather than brushing over it directly, and her soft sounds turn into throatier moans. Straddling her, I keep stroking her as I line up my cock with her entrance, and just as she tips over the edge into an orgasm, I press inside her.