This is Part Two.

Chris interrupted through overt seduction earlier this morning my writing what was supposed to be a single blog entry.  He’s now lounging on the bed next to me as I resume telling my tale.  We’re both nude.  I love that!

Less than 48 hours since losing my virginity I can attest to another thing I love: Sex!

Anyway, to pick up where I left off in the previous entry....

The fire blazed up in the fireplace, its crackling accompanying the mellow jazz playing on the stereo of the dimly lighted den.  Chris stood and turned to face me and asked if I needed anything, like something to drink.

I told him I didn’t and thanked him for being so kind and gentle all evening, but that I didn’t want to wait any longer.  I told him the only thing I wanted was for him to: “Take me now!”

He smiled warmly, looked like he might object to my eagerness, then simply took me in his arms and kissed me.  We continued kissing a moment, then his hand moved up my back and unzipped my dress.  That set something off in both of us.  I have this vague memory of us trying to continue to kiss even as we tugged and pulled and practically ripped items of clothing off ourselves and each other.  My mind had become focused on the hot void in my loins and how badly I needed to fill it.

We ended up on the carpeted floor in front of the fireplace, parallel to the hearth, me closer to the flames.  Chris’s left forearm pillowed my head while his right hand caressed my nude body.  I’ve been masturbating for years, so I thought I knew how it would feel as he stroked my nipples and fingered my cunny, but it felt not only far more sublime, but a thousand times more intense.  

I was already soaking wet and he slipped two fingers into me, as I have done to myself countless times.  His fingers are a lot bigger than mine, though, and it felt wonderful.  Then, with them now slick, he rubbed my clit.  I thought I would cum right then, but he stopped just in time.

Instead, he started kissing his way down my body, going from my neck to my breasts to my tummy to my cunny.  It felt even better than when he’d used his fingers.  I remember a shiver moving up my body when his tongue first touched my clit. I think I started then begging him to fuck me, but he took his time.  Only when I was again on the verge of orgasm did he stop eating me and quickly kissed his way back up to my mouth.  I suppose he had my juices on his lips as he kissed me, but I didn’t notice.  I just wanted him inside of me.

It’s funny, up to that point, I don’t remember seeing Chris’s cock. (I’ve become quite familiar with it in the days since.)  Then I felt it start to press against my cunny and I pushed up on Chris’s chest.  He rose up on his hands so I could look as his big smooth cock smoothly entered me.

I’ve been told it would hurt.  It didn’t.  For a moment, there was a pulled muscle feeling, like when you swallow too much soda.  Before I even noticed, however, the pleasure overwhelmed me.

Chris is 53.  He is an experienced lover.  I don’t really know all he did to me, but I know I was in heaven. It lasted a long time. I think I came almost immediately, but was too overwhelmed to now know for sure.  

If not then, my first orgasm with Chris happened after he had finally cum and we were done.  As soon as he caught his breath, he went down on me again.  This time, however, he did not hold back and made me cum like I had never come before.

So that’s it.  That is how I lost my virginity.  I’d have had it no other way.