Where it happened: His Apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My first time wasn’t all that different from most other postings described here, well the real ones anyway. My boy friend and I had been going together for a few months and I was ready. We had been pretty intimate sexually and had had oral sex on a number of occasions. This time we had been to a small party and were both a bit tipsy from a little too much wine. I’ll spare the details, since they aren’t special… it’s what happened afterwards that is, I think, unique. Anyway, we did it and it was no big deal, I’d been active in sports and there was no great bleeding or anything like that, sort of a anti-climax if you know what I mean. Well we laid together for a while and I felt his dick begin to get hard against my tummy. I thought it was kind of cute. Then he asked me if I would go down on him to get him ready for another time. I’d liked sucking him off so I agreed quite happily.
Well, for one thing I wasn’t ready for the taste of my own pussy on him. It turned me off a bit and I gagged a little at first. But, I think it actually turned him on that I was tasting my own pussy taste. I was pretty game to do anything that turned him on (I had even masturbated in front of him once). And, I was starting to feel pretty turned on too, even though I can’t say I liked my own taste, it was very erotic and I was getting turned on again so I went at it. However, at this point I began to feel a little queasy, whether it was the wine or tasting my pussy juice that was the cause, I don’t know.
But, as I said, I was getting pretty hot and figured the feeling would just pass… which it mostly did until he gave a sudden shove into my throat and shot his rocks. I swallowed, which I sometimes to please him (guys really dig that). I suddenly knew I was going to throw-up (you all know that feeling I’m sure). I pulled off his cock and quickly headed for the toilet, got down in a squat and waited. I don’t love to throw-up, but I guess I don’t hate it either, it’s just sort of part of life — especially if you drink.
Well, there I was with my head over the toilet waiting for the inevitable when he comes up quietly behind me and puts his arms around me and pulls my hair back. At that point I gagged and threw up a little. I felt a bit better, but knew more was on the way — I know my stomach. I didn’t want to leave the toilet so I just sort of leaned back into his arms.
We sat like that for a second or two and then he slowly started teasing my nipple with one hand while the other started making light, easy circles around my clit. As bad as I felt, I wanted him again. And, from the feel of his dick against my butt, he felt the same.
Without a word I raised my self up and then sat back down on his now quite hard dick. With him in me from behind, and his finger on my clit I was ready to go. Unfortunately, so was my stomach. With almost no warning I leaned forward and really started to puke. The wine, dinner, whatever. The odd thing is that we kept doing it the whole time I was puking. After I finished throwing up, I needed a second to recover, and then he laid back and I got on top and we finished. I came first, but he was close behind.
We broke up a few months later and I’ve never had another experience like that again. Although, with the right guy and the right mood I might try it one more time.
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