[M]y [F]irst Boyfriend | 2016

I thought it quite apt to begin with an earlier instance of my alliances. I had just been deflowered by my first boyfriend, Charlie, only a few days prior. I was two months shy of my 19th birthday, and I was more than ready to begin exploring my intensely burgeoning sexuality. In fact, I was pretty much gagging for it. So much so that once I got Charlie alone, I jumped on him with an eagerness that belied the freshness of my recently lost virginity.

I compensated my clumsiness with my greed for cock as I ran my hands up and down his sinewy body; groping every inch of skin I could get my hands on as our building excitement took hold and heightened our senses. I could feel myself starting to get wet as he dug his hands into my hair and ran his lips along my jawline. I almost started to shake uncontrollably as his lips grazed against my ear, his hot breath sending pulses of excitement down to my pussy. He ferociously ripped my shirt and bra off, revelling in the fact that no one else had seen my tits raw before. He celebrated this fact by cupping one breast in his hand and taking the other into his mouth, flicking his tongue against my hard nipple. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, squeezing my thighs together.

I was so turned on that I had to push him off me and onto the bed. I clambered on top of him, grinding my already aching pussy on his bulge as I groaned happily into our kiss. He grabbed my ass roughly and made me grind against him harder before he pulled my skirt off impatiently.

I told him he was wearing far too many clothes, and slid his shirt off to rub my tits against his chest. So new was the novelty of feeling my naked skin against someone else's that I felt my pussy start to drip and stain his trousers. As I fumbled with his zipper, he threw me onto my back and stepped down to the edge of the bed, working his tongue expertly on my clit. I came hard within seconds, weakly rubbing my pussy against his mouth and tongue. I had never tasted myself on someone else before, but at that moment I discovered that I loved kissing my lovers after they have gone down on me.

He slid into me carefully, teasing my clit with the head of his dick at first. After I begged him to fuck me hard, he obliged, giving me deep and long strokes as my tight little cunt squeezed around him desperately. His thrusts became more frantic, but I sensed that he was holding back since I was recently introduced to sex. Unable to articulate myself due to my impending orgasm, I grabbed his ass with both hands and thrust him into me, harder and faster. He moaned into my ear as he pummelled himself into me, making me cum around him again.

Fuck! My orgasm shot from my pussy to my extremities and set my chest on fire. My hands spasmed as I ran my nails down his back. But I still ached for his cock, I needed it more than anything else in my life, I needed to milk that dick of all of his cum. He threw me against the wall and slammed his throbbing cock into my greedy little cunt after I whimpered to him to take me doggy style. My pussy constantly clenched around him; I was so hungry for dick and I was loving every second he filled me up and stretched me out.

At this point, I started to scream as he fucked me deeply while I was on all fours. He put his fingers into my mouth to stifle my cries as I arched my back to suck on them instinctively. The new position was too much for him and he groaned that he needed to cum all over my chest. I felt my little cunt throb at the thought of him jerking off over me and his cum hitting my eager body.

My body was flushed and slick with sweat as I begged for him to cum. I flipped over and squeezed my tits around his cock as he finally gave me his hot, creamy load all over my neck and mouth, both of us shouting from the pleasure of it all. As the last of his ejaculate petered out, a stillness settled in the room. Spent and panting, he fell on his elbows to avoid the mess and kissed me lazily. My shoulders pulsed from where he was gripping me when he forced me harder onto him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, looked into his eyes and told him that he missed my tits, and that we better do it once more to, you know, get it right. We never did make it out of that room that night.

That, ladies and gentlemen, was the start of my longstanding love affair of making men cum as many times as humanly possible.

This is taken from my first weekly column with the online magazine Amped Asia. If you like my story, feel free to check it out at ampedasia[dot]come[slash]article[slash]My-First-Boyfriend. CCW, thanks!