That has to be my first lover. She went wild when she climaxed, digging her nails in my back and biting my shoulder. She not
only gave me pleasure but made me feel like a great lover.
I guess that would be when my partner and I climaxed at the same time while I was inside her. This is difficult to achieve
for us, because she usually cannot orgasm through penetration alone.
We started by mutually masturbating each other while kissing, then we went at each other orally in the sixty-nine position.
As I got close to coming, I changed positions and continued cunnilingus to bring her closer to orgasm. We finally got into
the missionary position and as I slowly fucked her, I continued clitoral stimulation, first with my finger and then with an
Eroscillator. When I felt her muscles contract around my cock I knew she would soon come, so I began thrusting a little faster
to bring myself close to climax. I could tell by her moaning that she was going to come, and when she did, I released my warm
juice into her and we embraced each other as we simultaneously reached orgasm.
That would have to be the first time I was with my current partner. It was great because it was the first time I actually
climaxed while having intercourse, not just from masturbation.
We were sitting on his futon, me straddling him, and he was deep inside me. I began slowly at first to rock my hips, causing
an amazing sensation. His pelvic bone rubbed my clit at just the right spot. I began going faster as the sensation grew. He
had his hands on my hips, lifting me, then pulling me down on him with every thrust. I could feel him getting harder inside
me and then for the first time I felt that familiar sensation rushing through me but this time a man had helped with it. A
moment later he reached his.
I guess the best was the first time I actually had an orgasm during sex. I was with my boyfriend and I told him that I was
not able to come from just fucking. One night he told me to rub my clit and he ate me out until I just about died. I felt
my muscles begin to contract and release so he put his penis in me and began thrusting. He flipped me over and I began to
ride him hard and fast. I completely soaked him. There was a huge wet spot on the bed on either side of him where my come
had slid down his sides.
The best sex was after a day of running errands. My boyfriend and I had spent all our time in the car teasing and rubbing,
grabbing kisses whenever we could, and giving quickie hand jobs. After hours of doing this we reached home and left a trail
of clothes all the way to the bedroom. It started off with him behind me, and ended up with me on top. I felt him get hard
about two minutes after he came the first time so we went at it again. The sex and feeling that amazing emotional connection
between us made it the best. Oh, and when we finally went back downstairs, the gallon of ice cream we had bought had melted
all over the kitchen counter.
It was a one-night stand, full of oral sex, which I like best. I had six orgasms that night and, believe it or not, that was
the first time I had had even one with a partner. I have never again had that many in one night.
It was with my first lover, a guy I started going out with in high school. He had bright red hair with a flyboy haircut, fair
skin, and light freckles. A friend and I were at a high school football game when he and his friend came over and started
flirting with us. He was a smooth talker and we started dating.
The sex started with kissing. My God, he had beautiful lips. They were full and puffy and he was very experienced. I had no
intention of losing my virginity at the age of sixteen but he made me want it
so
bad.
After the several make-out sessions during which we kissed until I was crazy, I finally let him slowly move on to other locations.
He started to use his hands, caressing my shoulders and following with his lips. He nibbled lightly on my ears and slowly
licked a moist path along the tendons of my neck. My heart pounded and I could hear myself breathe and moan. Eventually we
got to doing it, but the earlier make-out sessions, the ones before it all got complicated, were the best.
I was with my lover in his car and it just happened. We had been together all evening and I felt really horny so I started
to give him a blow job. He couldn’t concentrate so he pulled off the side of the road. We moved to the backseat where he fucked
me passionately and hard, just the way I like it.
I don’t know why it was as good as it was. Perhaps it was because it was the first time we had done it in a car, or the first
time we had pure raw sex.
We had started with oral sex with him fingering me at the same time. I could feel pleasure building until we finally moved
to slow passionate lovemaking. I needed more, however, so I took control, got on top, and started moving up and down. I quickly
discovered that that didn’t do it so I started a slow rocking and rubbing back and forth. Oh yeah, that was the ticket. I
increased the movement, and I came so hard that he had a small puddle on his belly. That was my first female ejaculation.
My husband and I rented a motel room with a big tub surrounded by mirrors. We had dinner then went to a strip club for drinks,
so we were pretty horny by the time we got back to our room. My husband used wine and ice cubes on my vulva in the hot tub
and all the while we watched ourselves in the ceiling mirror. We made love two or three times.
My husband had some medical problems and he was paralyzed for eight months. After he was able to make love to me again and
we were able to get into the swing of things, he fulfilled one of my fantasies.
One night, after his shower, he stood before me with a swollen cock and told me to suck him. I got down on my hands and knees
and sucked his big cock into my mouth until he was almost ready to come. Suddenly he pulled back, ordered me onto the bed,
and told me what a bad girl I had been. He told me I needed to be fucked up the ass good and hard. He knows that I love it
when he’s dominant and strong.
As we both knew I would, I protested but that got me a good hard spanking until my ass glowed for my “insolence.” The spanking
turned me on so much that my pussy was dripping and he rubbed some of my juices on my asshole and started to push his huge
cock into my ass. He told me to rub my pussy as he fucked my ass and continued to tell me what a bad girl I had been, spanking
my ass occasionally until I came. By the time I was done coming, I was slamming my ass hard onto his cock. He pulled out and
came all over my back.
My ass was sore from the fucking, my ass cheeks were red and hot, my pussy was wet and slimy, and I was totally satisfied.
That must have been the time with my ex when we were in the closet in my room with my son doing homework in the next room.
Every time I have what I think is the “best sex” I’ll ever have, something comes along to top it! One of my favorites was
an encounter on a flight from Boston to Denver. I was sitting beside a very handsome young (thirty-six to my then-fifty-one)
man in first class and we talked and enjoyed each other’s company. We shared a lovely dinner, drank too much champagne and
wine, flirted, and just got to know each other for the entire four-hour flight.
Although we were both in relationships there was a definite connection that seemed too good to waste. When we landed, we decided
to get a nightcap, and of course one thing led to another. We ended up back at my apartment, making love all night long, in
every way possible. We were so exhausted when morning came that we each called our office with an excuse for being even later
than we already were. Then we spent another few hours continuing our explorations of each other’s body and found new ways
to bring each other pleasure.
The fact that there were no expectations, just spur-of-the-moment pleasure, and that we could be totally uninhibited with
each other must have made it the incredible night it was, one I’ll always treasure.
My favorite sex was with a girl I’d been casually dating and fooling around with for about three months. Lots of petting,
etc, but no hard-core nooky.
She and I arranged over the phone that she would come over and watch a movie on the following Friday. I told her, “Just so
you’ll know, I’m planning on getting you drunk and seducing you.”
“Oh, really?” she replied with a giggle. “I might just let you.”
Well, she came over dressed to the nines in a favorite white silk top of hers, a knee-length, schoolgirl dress with stockings
and garters. She was a stunning nineteen-year-old woman, too, with auburn hair down to the middle of her back, full breasts,
with a tiny waist and full-figured hips. She had a perfect hourglass figure, which this night she’d enhanced with a bustier.
When I commented on how amazing she looked, she purred, “Well, you said you were going to seduce me.”
She had designed herself to be my fantasy, and she was. We used lots of positions, and she looked perfect to me from all of
them. My only regret was that she left in the middle of the night and it was one of our last encounters before she started
dating a friend of mine. I will never forget that evening and hey, who’s complaining.
The best was probably with a gal I dated before I got married, who just loved sex in all of its forms. She loved to be on
top, and to have digital anal penetration while we were going at it. She almost always ejaculated, and we’d take one or two
towels to bed to catch her juices. She had heavy breasts and loved to sit on my dick and swing her boobies around then have
me suck on them as we made it.
I remember a dinner party twelve years ago when I did it with my best friend’s wife in a bathroom. We had been having an ongoing
flirtation but we both knew that it shouldn’t happen. That night it finally did because we could wait no longer.
We slipped into the upstairs bathroom, very rushed, but very horny. There was an urgency about it, a fear of getting caught
but a wild instinct driving us on. After a quick release, and in the hurry to return to the table, she couldn’t get her panties
back on so she slipped them into my pocket. I kept them and only threw them out last year!!
Anyway, later that evening I felt sure we looked guilty and satisfied as we sat opposite each other at the table, both grateful
that the lights were low. As the other six guests (my wife and her husband included!) were noisily debating something or other,
the lady slipped her stockinged foot up the inside of my thigh and got me hard again in seconds. She was so cool, not even
making eye contact with me! We’ve screwed again only twice in the twelve years since that happened.
I’ve only had sex with my wife. We met in high school, dated through college, and have been exclusive through twenty-six years
of marriage. There are several great sexual episodes we’ve shared over the years, so it’s tough to pick out just one.
When the mood is right we can really go nuts. I can think of one such evening when I borrowed my friend’s video camera and
set it up in our bedroom. We put on a show and just “did” each other. Great foreplay, sixty-nine, and fantastic mutual orgasms.
I think we both kind of liked the idea that we were on camera and, although the video was fun to watch, it didn’t do justice
to our activities.
Other memorable episodes were usually preceded by watching a porno movie. When we were younger, and our kids were small and
in bed by 8
P.M.
, I’d rent assorted X-rated films for us to watch. My wife always fought the whole concept since it was definitely against
her Catholic school upbringing, but inevitably we would have great, outrageous, no-holds-barred sex. Unfortunately, because
of the kids, we haven’t rented a porn movie in several years. Thank goodness for HBO with shows like
Real Sex
and
Sex and the City.
For almost a year my wife and I had a relationship with another younger couple. Our first time together the naked brunette
straddled my leg and brushed me with kisses. I felt a strange sensation on my thigh, like being gently tapped with a finger.
When I looked to see what it was, I saw that her vagina was totally dilated and she was dripping juices like a leaky faucet.
She quickly impaled herself on my erection and all four of us began fucking like wild animals. That was one hot memorable
moment in our sex life.
This is rather difficult for me to answer since, for me, sex is always “good.” However, with my present partner, our first
time was the best because it was so unexpected.
I had driven her to an out-of-state wedding and on our way home we stopped overnight in a motel. We got the last room available
and it had a single, king-size bed. It was a bit daunting since, to that day, we hadn’t been sexual with each other.
When it came time to go to bed, instead of going into the bathroom to get ready, she suddenly said, “The hell with it, let’s
do it!” and stripped naked. By the time I got out of my boxers, I had a full-blown erection. We engaged in foreplay for twenty
or thirty minutes before we “consummated” the act. By the time I finally ejaculated she had orgasmed at least twice.