Remembering the best fuck of my life, and the first time I was eaten out [f19m22]

I discovered my sexuality at a fairly young age, and to say I whole heartedly embraced it, would be an understatement. I took to it with an absolute singleminded ferocity, determined to experience everything and everyone.

This was Summer in the late 90s; in a coastal town that came to life with holiday makers and travellers during those long, hot months.
I had been drinking with my girlfriends at the local point party; a hedonistic and somewhat infamous gathering that happened most Saturday nights down at the local headland, and sometime after midnight we had filtered back to my best friends boyfriends flat overlooking the esplanade, to listen to music and chill.

Kyuss was pumping on the stereo and a joint was lit and passed around. Slowly I became aware of my body responding to the weed, with the undulating rhythms of Garcia’s voice and the stirring instrumental music waking up a burning feeling of want, low down in the pit of my stomach.

Several of the girls we were with had paired off with some older lads who had come back from the party, and my mate and her boyfriend had long since headed to bed. The only three left were myself, Kate - a girl I knew from school, and Dougal.

Dougal was a local small time surfer and a regular on the party scene, who had no business hanging out with girls our age. He sat across from us on a single seater, legs spread wide, taking us both in with a look I had since come to recognise… like a wild dog sizing up prey.

“So… do you lovely ladies have any plans tonight”? his said, lips popping on the ‘P’ suggestively. He raised his sun bleached eyebrows and I looked at my friend, our eyes made the universal feminine communication of “fuck no, let’s get away from this arsehole”, but instead Kate replied “Sure, let’s have a couple more drinks and see what happens, hey? Grab us some beers from the garage fridge?”

Dougal was up out of his chair and heading down to the garage. Kate said, “C’mon, let’s get out of here”.

We headed down the front flight of stairs onto the street, stepping into the warm salty night. An offshore breeze had picked up and the cooling movement of air played over my skin making it rise into bumpy flesh.

“What a fucking creep” Kate huffed, pulling another joint out of her purse.
“Let’s have this, then I’m gonna head home”

We wandered across the road to the beachfront, shadowed from the streetlights by ancient Norfolk pines. Kate blazed the joint and passed it to me, I took a deep hit and blew it out over my shoulder, watching the curls of smoke get taken by the breeze. I noticed movement from further down the beach, and took another puff contemplating what I was seeing through the shadows. As the movement got closer it looked like figures moving toward us.

“You see that? “ I asked passing the joint back to her, gesturing where I was looking with a nod of my head.

“What am I looking at?” she asked, squinting into the darkness….

“Coooo ‘eeeeee….”a voice came through the sea mist and shadows… “Is that Yarndi I can smell?”

As the voices and laughing got nearer three figures came into view, and as they drew closer we could see they weren’t locals.

“So where are you lads from then?” Kate asked cheekily taking a puff, as it was clear weren’t from the coast, most likely from somewhere out bush; country lads by the way they were dressed.
They all wore buckled belts and worn jeans that travelled down long muscular legs to Blundstone boots. Each had a collared shirt. The tallest of the three of thad his Akubra felt hat perched on tousled blond hair. Their ages ranged from late teens to mid 20’s with the shorter, darker skinned of the three cracking a wide smile at Kate.

“Cunnamulla” he replied. “We’re on weekend leave from the cattle station, and thought we’d head down to the coast to suss out the talent. Looks like we found it, hey?” He said eyeing Kate playfully. “Well garn’ then love, give us a toke?”
Kate passed the remainder of the joint over to Smiley and started chatting with him and Hat Boy.

I hadn’t really noticed any of this though, because from the moment they had approached us out of the darkness, I was transfixed on the third of their group. He stood at the back, tall, lean, with his sleeves rolled up, shirt unbuttoned and flapping in the night air. His arms were long and corded with muscle, not the kind you get from doing reps at the gym, but the kind that happen over years of hard work. These beautiful sun-browned arms finished at a pair of large calloused hands, work worn and tough. My eyes travelled up his body, past his open shirt and firm brown chest to his face; tanned and dusted with stubble along his jaw, up further to pair of eyes that were studying me with just as much intensity.
I have no idea how long we just stared at each other as the conversation continued beside us, but I could feel my body responding to his, even with the distance between us it was if there was noone and nothing else was around, just a palpable frisson of chemistry.

I could see he was affected as I was. I watched as his tongue gently grazed his bottom lip, his Adam’s apple moving along his sinuous throat as he swallowed, breath hitching as his stare became more focused. The prolonged direct eye contact should have been uncomfortable but it wasn’t, it was fucking hypnotic. I couldn’t look away.

“Hey!? Hey, earth to you two!?” Did you hear me?” Smiley asked.
“The divine Kate here, has generously offered to take us back to her place to get some of this top shelf choof, are you coming?”

Without breaking our eye contact he just shook his head. “Nah, mate, you go. I’m good” he said with a rough voice.

I heard Kate laugh and say something about not doing anything she wouldn’t as the group moved away heading south along the esplanade, laughing as they went.

Left alone now, with just the sounds of the distant surf, I took a step toward him. His eyes flared at this small act of unspoken consent, and with a exhale he broached the remaining distance between us, one hand lifting and cupping the back of my neck the other weaving through my unbound hair, pulling me in toward his mouth. My body reacted before my head could catch up, back arched pressing myself against his chest, mouth open reaching up, his lips fell on me with such intensity that I felt my self liquify, the kiss went on and on waking up every single nerve inside me. My hands were at his belt, holding on as I pulled away to catch my breath.

“Holy fuck” he groaned as he lent back to take me in with my swollen lips, cheeks flushed and mouth open, panting.
We eyed each other leaning back with just our hips pressed together acting as a pivot point. One hand still behind my neck he untangled his other from my hair and slowly trailed the backs of his fingers along my jaw, down my neck and over the thin cotton shirt between my breasts. With eyes still locked he continued lower, across my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. He halted there, fingertips moving under my shirt to run along the skin above my jeans. He raised his eyebrows looking at me questioningly. I responded by pressing myself against his front, feeling the hard ridge of him press into me.

“Alright, hold on tight then” he grinned as his hand began to undo the top button of my jeans, and slowly lower the zip.
I held onto his belt as leverage and he slipped his hand down the front of me, under the band of my underwater finding my soft, hot folds absolutely drenched with need. I took a deep breath as his fingers pushed lower still going all the way down them coming back up to rest agonisingly at my opening. He paused a moment, the wide pad of his thumb resting just above my clit. His two thick fingers sitting just at the entrance of my slick heat. Looking directly in my eyes he tilted his chin back and smiled as he plunged his fingers up inside me.

“Oh fuck! ” were the first words I had said since I met him. His smile broadened and he began to move his hand up and forward, his fingers moving inside me and curling against my inner walls, thumb pressing on my throbbing clit. I held onto his belt on for dear life as I rode the waves of pleasure. He tilted his head to the side studying my face as he changed the angle of his movements. He knew exactly what he was doing as he brought me to the edge only to back off, again and again. Finally I breathed out a ragged “Please…? ”He changed the angle again moving at an even faster pace until I could hear the wet sounds of my pleasure. My eyes closed as the pressure built and my breathing hitched. He kept pace, and the hand behind my head slid down my back to grip my arse and started pulling me forward, harder onto his fingers.

My eyes snapped open, and locked with his as the first waves hit me. He watched me like I was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen as I writhed against him and came undone clenching on his strong,hard hand.

My legs were shaking as he pulled his glistening fingers slowly out of me, raising them to his mouth and tasting them. He let out a deep groan as the taste hit his tongue.

“I want you” I said “Now.”

He smiled as I started working two-handed at his belt trying to release the buckle with frantic movements. Suddenly voices sounded near us; a group of people moving our way.

“Follow me”, he grabbed my hand and led me along the tree-line until a white sandy track appeared in the shadows on the ground. We followed it down through the dunes toward the sound of crashing breakers. As the surrounding she-oaks thinned out, the track opened up to the beach; lit by a half full moon and a sky wild with stars.

He pulled me in for another kiss, his tongue dancing on mine, where a faint taste of me lingered on his lips.

“I want you too. But not here, somewhere I can take my time. Do you want to come back to where I’m staying”?
I nodded and we began walking north along the beach toward the other headland, finally heading up the dunes and onto the road. It was early hours, long before the predawn and the street was silent and all ours. He pulled me along eagerly toward a side entrance of a local motel, it was a 50s style dual story, pink fibro construction; complete with breeze blocks and patio chairs around deserted pool area. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked a ground floor door, the unit was dark and quiet.
“The boys must’ve got lucky with your mate, or they were too stoned to leave. Looks like it’s just us here.”
He closed the door behind us, the street lights filtering down through the slatted blinds creating a surreal and intriguing atmosphere. The tension between us was still palpable as he stepped forward and hooked his hands under my shirt, Pulling it up over my arms and head, I had no bra on, so as my arms fell to my sides I saw him gasp as he took in my bare breasts. His clear appreciation of my body was intoxicating and gave me a confidence to let go of any self consciousness I may have had. I stepped back “now you” I said looking at him up and down. He shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and put it on a nearby chair. His chest and torso were so beautifully masculine, with deep cut lines running downward and disappearing into the band of his jeans. He smiled at me as I watched him take off one boot at a time and place them next to the chair where his shirt hung.
Next he undone his belt, slowly, not breaking eye contact, then the top button of his jeans, lazily pulling the zip down until I could see the top of his hard cock running down into a smattering of dark hair. He stopped and sat down on the chair, legs out on front of him one arm slung over the back, totally at ease and unrushed.

“You turn now” he said with low rumble.

I began to slowly unbutton my jeans, taking time to draw out the anticipation. I rolled the thick denim down over my hips and thighs then stepping out of them. I stood there nearly naked in my soaked underwear with the streetlight outside throwing lines of shadows over my ample curves. He reached down into his pants raising his hips as he released his rigid cock. It came free, long and hard, just like him; a strong curve making it swoop up toward his navel. He continued to kick off his Jeans and leaned back, legs akimbo, hard cock on fully display as he continued to watch. I knew I had his full attention as I hooked my thumbs into the top of my underwear and slowly turned my back to him, bending at the waist, I pulled them down my legs, showing him a full view of my heart shaped arse and wet pussy lips peaking between my closed thighs. I heard a groan as I stepped out of them and suddenly felt hands at my hips, I looked over my shoulder as he fell to his knees behind me and felt his breath against the back of my thighs.

I had never had a guy go down on me before, and my sudden confidence evaporated as I felt vulnerable and fully exposed. I started to protest and move away until I saw the desperation in his eyes, like a man starving.

“Please. Please let me” he rasped out. “I need to taste you” he waited there on his knees, like he was in prayer, eye’s begging.

I sighed, taking a second to let go of my nerves and nodded my head. Before I could think, I felt him move his mouth to me and begin to feast on my pussy. I had never felt anything like it. I grabbed the table ledge in front of me and opened my legs as he moved in closer between them. The intoxicating feeling of his hot tongue licking me from clit to entrance and further, had me gasping. He moved his hand to my arse cheek and spread me even wider as he plunged his tongue deep into my centre. I lost all inhibitions and began to grind myself into his stubbled face. I heard a deep long moan of what could’ve been either pleasure or pain, honestly I couldn’t tell, but it vibrated deep into me. I looked down between my thighs to see him kneeling between my legs, face buried in me and his hand pumping up and down his leaking cock. I felt him latch onto my clit sucking and stroking with the flat of his tongue. It was a combination of that feeling and the vision of him touching himself that sent me over the edge. I came, almost without warning, my brain and body in pleasure overload. I heard him gasp as my pussy contracted and actually began to flood. I felt warm liquid gush out of me, into his mouth and splash on the linoleum floor.
What the actual fuck was that, had I just pissed myself in his mouth?
I was so high from the orgasm yet so embarrassed about what had just happened that I didn’t know what to say, I straightened and looked around at him, blushing profusely, absolutely mortified, until I saw the look on his face. He knelt there, eyes closed, still fisting his hard cock, a euphoric smile on his dripping face.

“I’m so sorr…”I started to say.

“Don’t you dare apologise” he said, opening his eyes to look at me, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen”

He stood up and grabbed his shirt off the chair, sat down wiping his mouth and chest smiling at me as he dried off. His cock was still rigid bouncing as he moved. I stepped
toward him placing one leg either side of his, and held the back of the chair as I straddled his lap. Dropping the damp shirt he grabbed my hips. I ground against his length coating it in wetness.

“I don’t have a condom” he said “the boys took them out with them earlier, so we can keep playing other ways if you want. “

I weighed it up in my head, and hormones won out.

“I don’t care, I want to feel you in me, all of you, hard and raw”

His eyes rolled back in pleasure at my brazen words and I raised up above his lap lining myself up with his tip and slowly sunk back down onto his rock hard cock. The stretch felt incredible, so much so, that I held myself there until I couldn’t handle it anymore, lifted and dropped down again.

“Fuuucccckkkkk” he groaned, you’re so wet and tight. Go easy on me, it’s been awhile. I slowly picked up a rhythm, squeezing him tightly on the down strokes and grinding my clit hard against his body on the up. I could feel that coil starting to tighten low in my belly and I picked up pace. He lifted my breasts up to his face and began to suck and lick each hardened tip in turn, it felt so fucking good I went wild bouncing up and down on his lap.
“Fuck you gotta stop” he gasped holding me still. “That’ll make me cum, and I’m not done with you yet”. He lifted us up to standing and walked me until the table was at my back, laying me down on the formica top, the coldness of the laminate a shock to my hot skin. Sliding me back further he lifted my legs and spread my knees apart, standing between them.
“Will you touch yourself for me?”
I reddened, once again, overcome by the request.

“What? Masturbate, while you watch?”

“Yeah, like you do when you’re alone at night” he breathed.

“Why!?” I asked starting to panic, totally out of my comfort zone. Girls didn’t talk about masturbating back then, it was not something myself or my friends would ever admit to doing.

“Because your pleasure gets me hard. I want to watch you touch yourself so I can see what you enjoy”

I was floored, and swallowed hard, the indecision must have shown on my face.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s fucking hot. Let me show you how I do it” he let go of my thigh with one hand and reached down out of my eye-line and when he came back up he was holding onto the curved hardness of his twitching cock. His hand slowly moved up toward the head, his thumb swirling at the tip smearing the drip of clear wetness back over himself. I followed the movements with my eyes as he slowly pumped his hand down and back swirling at the head a second time, I shifted up onto my elbows watching intently as his other hand let go of my leg and reached down to cup his balls, gripping at them from the base and ever so gently pulling downward. My eyes followed his every movement. The flex of his forearms , the stark contrast of his hardened scarred knuckles against the velvety smoothness of his beautiful cock.
Holy fuck, he was right, it was hot, So fucking hot watching him pleasure himself between my open legs. I lifted my right hand taking the weight onto my opposite arm, and slowly ran my two middle fingers down between my legs, dipping them inside the wet heat.
“See, I told you. Hot, right?” He grinned down at me licking his lips, eyes locked on my fingers as they brought the moisture back up and began to move slow circles just to the top right of my clit. I watched his face change like he had just discovered a secret. His hand sped up slightly, as he watched me continue to make small tight circles, dipping back down occasionally to wet my fingers again. My breath caught as he stepped closer to me his other hand gripping the back of my thigh, his thumb pulling me open wider as he watched. I lay back down, my free hand moving over my breast catching the nipple between the base of my fingers.

“I want to feel you” he said and stepped in even closer, pushing his tight balls hard against my open pussy. My hand moved faster, breath coming out in small ragged gasps as he jerked himself off above me, my pussy lips cupping his firm balls. The look on his face was pure lust and I’m sure my expression echoed the same, this was so fucking erotic.

“Can I try?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to speak, so wound up from the sight in front of me. I dropped my hand as his two same fingers replaced mine. They began to make the same small tight circles just beside my clit, not making direct contact. He was a quick learner.

It felt incredible. I began to thrust my hips upward in small movements seeking something else, just a bit more. Intuitively, he pushed his cock downwards with his hand and in one smooth movement buried himself to the hilt inside me. His fingers kept moving the way I’d showed him, never slowing, never changing pace. His hips, however started to thrust, deep into me, over and over. Sweat broke out on my body as I felt myself start to climb higher toward that intangible peak.
“Tell me what you need” he gasped” slamming into me “I want to feel you come”.
“Keep going, please don’t stop” I said grinding myself into him thrust meeting thrust. I was soooo close. I watched him strain, his face deep into concentration, trying to make me cum or trying not to himself; I wasn’t sure. Then suddenly he pursed his lips and a ball of saliva pooled and fell down on my clit.
Either the added moisture under his fingers, or the shock of seeing him doing something so primal as spit on my pussy, it was what I needed to push me over the edge.

A deep feral moan escaped from me as I clenched down on him and came apart. Pulse after pulse of spasms wracked my body as I felt myself ripple around his pounding dick.

“Yes that’s it, come on my cock. All over me, baby yessss”

He kept the rubbing and thrusting steady as my orgasm subsided.
I grabbed his wrist , too sensitive to let him keep going, but felt him start to thrust erratically.
“Uhhh, where do you want me” he rasped out desperately. “I’m so fucking close”
“On my clit, come all over all it, please…” I panted.
And he did, he pulled out of me and unloaded rope after rope of hot cum, onto my throbbing, sensitive clit.

It felt so fucking divine, running down and soothing my raw swollen lips. His tip twitching and resting along my ravaged cunt.

We stayed that way , catching our breath and watching each other till the shaking stopped. He helped me up and into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Holding me steady on my shaking legs as the water came to temperature. We stepped into the hot spray letting the saliva and cum soak away from our skin.
He kissed me deeply as we dried off and led me to a room down the short hallway.

“You wanna crash? “ he asked pulling me down alongside him. I lay down fitting myself against him on the single bed, his arm out under my head his body curled behind mine.
“That was incredible” he said “watching you let go like that” his breathing slowed as he talked.
“I want to keep going, I want to keep exploring you, but I need sleep” he yawned and soon his breath was deep and even, face pushed against my long damp hair. I was exhausted, absolutely wrung dry, yet unable to sleep, playing the images of what we did over and over in my head. Sex had never felt like that before. It had been so intense and intimate even though I had only met him hours before. I watched through the blinds as the sky slowly turned to shades of lavender, then orange as the sun broke the horizon.
I quietly got up, not to disturb him, and opened the bedroom door, taking one last look back at the beautiful lines of his sleeping body. I didn’t even know his name.

I gathered my clothes, putting on my jeans and shirt, but slipping my ruined underwear into my back pocket. I wanted to leave some way to contact me, a number or address; a way to see him again; sometime, possibly in the future, but I had no phone, and no fixed address; I was crashing at a friends before moving up to the city in a couple of weeks. So instead I found an old docket on the bench, and a pencil in the bottom drawer, I scribbled a single line of text across the paper, putting it on the table, right where we had fucked, before slipping out the door disappearing into the sunshine. Just two words…

Ruby Davis x