You Never Forget Your First WOMAN

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It wasn’t as if he meant to fuck her. It just happened. It happened like the first quenching drops of rain on a sweltering summer day; like the happenstance sight of a favorite television program when you’re aimlessly channel surfing.

One minute it wasn’t, and then it was. Something that hadn’t been was suddenly a THING, having been breathed life into, and now it existed solely in his subconscious, forever to be stored away with all of his other precious memories.

His first football game. His first dance at senior prom. His first car, with that new car smell still permeating the air. The first time he fucked Cindy.

That was years ago and he could still recall every vivid detail of that encounter. He’d been driving for what seemed like an eternity, and the late July sun was slugging it out with his little Honda’s air conditioning. But he smiled at the exit sign beckoning him off of the crowded highway to the hole in the wall town he called home. Finally, some rest and relaxation.

His aunt had taken ill recently, and with no children of her own, he had been charged with the inane task of checking up on her periodically. It was only an hours drive to the townhouse that she occupied, alone, yet he’d made the trip so frequently these past few weeks he swore he could about drive it with his eyes closed. Oh well, she was his mothers only sister and he’d promised his mother, before the cancer took her, that he’d keep a watchful eye on her in her final days.

“With no cousins or next of kin, she’ll likely leave you everything, Malcolm.” His mother had told him. “Your uncle built that house with his own two hands, and all that land is good for raising a family. You can finally leave this dead end town.”

Not that 20 acres of rolling green hills with nary a neighbor in sight was any more appealing to him. But he had done as his mother had asked. And now once again, after making the trip to give her a wellness check, he was back home and anxious for some downtime.

He pulled into a gas station for a soda and parked at the nearest pump. (I may as well fill up while I’m here.)

He held the door for an approaching gentleman and walked inside, closing his eyes at the influx of cold air. And that’s when he saw her.

Cindy was maybe 5’3 with a chestnut complexion and long dark hair. She was perfectly proportioned in all the right places, with a rack that could rival a penthouse supermodel. He couldn’t help but stare openly; they had to be at least F cups. And the outline of the push up bra that she wore under the short ocean colored sundress that clung to her curvaceous frame was clearly visible as it strained to hold those incredible tits. Her legs were smooth and tanned, and the dress ended just above the middle of her shapely thighs. She had a natural pout to her lips as she stood in line, patiently waiting for the cashier to finish with the customer before her.

Quickly he grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator and moved to stand behind her. She looked over her shoulder to smile at him and upon noticing the perspiration on his forehead, said, “Its death out there, ain’t it?”

“It sure is,” Malcolm replied. “You’ll melt out there if you’re not careful.”

“That’s for sure. It’s time to get home to this empty house. At least it’s air conditioned.”

Her voice was soft but he could tell that she was a little older than him. At 35, he was no spring chicken himself but he exercised regularly and took care of himself. He had always fancied older women and upon the mention of an empty house, he decided to press on.

“Empty house huh? Husband working in this heat?”

She gave a sorrowful sigh. “No. My husband passed away a few months ago, honey. We didn’t have any children so it’s just little old me.”

His heart skipped a beat and ashamed, he felt his cock stir just the tiniest bit in his shorts. He chastised himself silently; this woman had just lost her husband and here he was, sizing her up like an entrée at a steakhouse. He was scolding himself when he saw her walking out the door. As he made his way to the cashier, he couldn’t help but notice out of the corner of his eye that she was looking back at him…

She was waiting for him.

Quickly collecting his change, he walked over to where she was standing by the door. (She might just be trying to stay out of the heat), he thought to himself, but then she spoke.

“So what about you, Mr…”

He came to his senses. “Malcolm, please.” She nodded approvingly. “And what might your name be sweetheart?”

“I’m Cindy. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Malcolm. So what about you? Anyone waiting for you at home?”

“I’m afraid not,” he said sheepishly.

That seemed to take her by surprise, or had he imagined it? As he opened his Coke, he noticed her looking him up and down. It was a furtive appraisal but she was plainly appreciative of his moderately toned arms and chest. He was no gym rat, but he did keep himself in shape. Her head quickly tipped in what appeared to be a Alsancak travesti nod of approval and a soft noise escaped her lips. Throwing caution to the winds, he took a deep breath and said, “Forgive me if I’m being presumptuous, but would you maybe like some company tonight?”

She cast him a sideways glance, her eyes narrow. “Boy, you work fast, don’t ya?”

Reeling, Malcolm tried to steer into the skid, but only managed a, “N, no. I’m sor…” before she gave him a low throaty laugh.

“I’m just fuckin’ with ya, Malcolm.” She purred, her voice taking on a sultry growl. “I’d enjoy some company tonight.”

He grinned, and could feel his cock making a feeble attempt to come to attention, but with the temperature outside, as well as the days exhaustion tag teaming him, not even the thought of her humongous tits, or more so, what else awaited him under that thin veneer of a sundress could arouse him. Fortunate for him, as she was directly eying his crotch as she wrote her address down on the inside of a chewing gum wrapper. Her smile revealed two rows of perfectly white teeth, outlined by the crimson shade of her lipstick, as she put the note in his hand and closed his fingers around it.

“Come by anytime hon,” she said with a demure look in her eye.

“Oh I will,” he said, unable now to tear his gaze from the basketball sized mounds below her neck. And with one final smile she was out the door. He watched her saunter to her car, get inside and back away, giving him a little wave as she pulled forward to get back on the road.

Malcolm gave himself a mental congratulatory pat on the back for being so brazen. He’d never been much of a risk taker, especially when the stakes were as high as this, and there was no denying it; Cindy was absolutely beautiful. He guessed her to be in her early to mid forties, possibly younger. He hadn’t noticed even the faintest tinge of gray in her hair, which was as jet black as the wings on a raven. He deduced rather quickly upon noticing the long braid she wore down her back, that she was of native American heritage, and that intrigued him. He’d done extensive research on several tribes in this part of America. He knew there were many reservations scattered throughout the states bordering his own. From his studies, the Native Americans were a self contained lineage and preferred to be left alone, free from outsiders. They kept to themselves and didn’t concern themselves with the norms of society.

He knew most of that was bullshit. Native Americans owned casinos, and some were financial lenders; some were just like him and Cindy. Their culture had always fascinated Malcolm. He revered them in a way. The men were men, who hunted food and gathered supplies and ingredients. They made their own weapons and clothing, and didn’t rely on outsiders for anything. The women were the caretakers, and kept peace within the confines of the village. They nurtured the children and prepared the food. Each knew their place and neither tried to encroach upon the other, and together they systematically survived and thrived. They were an entirely self sufficient group of people, and Malcolm knew he could learn a lot from them and their culture. It was their spirituality that intrigued him the most. But he didn’t have time to dwell upon it.

The few minutes drive home, he lit a cigarette and sang out loud with James Hetfield about wherever he might roam. There was still a bit of apprehension; after all, she’d invited him over as a guest, for them to enjoy one anothers company, nothing more. He would be a complete gentleman in her home and would listen to her and give her the respect she deserved, in every regard.

But those breasts…those sumptuous, soft, GIANT breasts that she had…he knew they were going to be a distraction. He admitted he was a boob man, and just shrugged it off with, “I was breastfed.” After all, she wasn’t blind. Surely she knew of the effect her overly ample chest had on members of the opposite sex. A woman had to know. It was ingrained in her, wasn’t it? He wondered for a fleeting instant whether or not he should jerk off before he headed to her, as sort of a precautionary measure. He knew if he went ahead and blew his load that he wouldn’t be so distracted by those two firm…juicy…

“WAHHHHHHH WAHHHHHH!!!” He broke out of his trance just in time to frantically swerve out of the path of an oncoming transfer truck…overcorrected…that’s right Malcolm, cut it back left, there we go, brake, now stop…

As he sat on the side of the road, adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he KNEW. He knew what he had to do, and he prepared for it as if it were his one and only opportunity, because it very well might be. And with a strengthened resolve, he checked his mirror, slid the stick shift upward into first gear, and eased off the clutch until the Honda propelled forward.

He had to fuck her. And he had to fuck her tonight. He glanced at his watch: it was a little after three.

He Alsancak travestileri pulled into the driveway of his modest single wide trailer and after unlocking the door, stepped inside to the gentle hum of his air conditioning unit. Cane, his cat, pounced to meet him, nuzzling at his ankle. He dropped to one knee and ran his fingers through her solid white fur and was rewarded with the throaty purr of her affection. Malcolm smiled and crooked a finger under her chin gently scratching her throat, prompting more purring and some playful headbutting.

Upon standing he was painfully aware of how rigid his cock was in his shorts. It throbbed against the fabric of his boxer briefs and he had to clear his mind in order for the swelling to subside. He winced upon recollection of his last sexual encounter; not at his partner, but the length of time in between then and this night. Had it really been almost four months since his cock had been sheathed by the clasping velvet folds of a woman’s cunt? He was no stranger to self gratification, oh quite the contrary in fact. Many nights he’d lie naked on his bed with some good porn on the TV, spread his legs and stroke his cock to an incredible orgasm. A man knows his body like a woman knows her own, and Malcolm knew exactly how to stroke himself in order to extract a fountain of cum from his balls when the need arose. He briefly debated on stripping and emptying his balls before he got in the shower, but decided against it. Cindy was too fucking beautiful. If he was going to fuck her, she was going to take everything he had to give her.

He took a shower, taking extra care to shave his balls, and as he stood under the cool spray, he thought to himself. He didn’t want to come off as overbearing, but he just had to figure out a way to fuck her tonight. Yeah, she’d recently become widowed. But there was something in her sultry voice, and the way she had closed his fingers over the slip of paper with her address that urged him to take control. To go for it. How he had come to notice those minute nuances of hers brought something else to his attention, opening his eyes with a startling realization: try as he might, he simply couldn’t remember the last time a woman had had such a powerful effect on him.

As he was stepping out of the shower to grab a towel, his mind reeled with this small discovery. He’d had more than his fair share of women in his lifetime, and some of them surprised even him, looking back, but none of them stopped him dead in his tracks like Cindy. Surveying himself in the mirror he absentmindedly bounced his pectoral muscles and for the first time in a long time gave himself an appraisal. He stood right at 6 feet tall, and weighed on the lower side of 180. He was slim with an athletic build but he was solid. His chest, shoulders, and arms were well defined due to the weight lifting and exercise, and for the first time he noticed that a fairly prominent six pack of abdominal muscles had begun to develop. His hair had grown just past his shoulders and was a rich almond brown, but Malcolm loved his hair, he thought, as he ran a brush through the silky strands.There was a story behind the growth, but what is understood need not be explained. So that’s one sleeping dog he let lie.

Again his mind wandered back to Cindy. God, she was so naturally beautiful, so attractive, and just exuded sexual energy from every inch of her. As he brushed his teeth he could still see her smiling, could still make out the height of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips. They were lips made for kissing, made for nibbling upon, and he groaned out loud as he imagined them wrapping around the swollen head of his engorged cock.

He didn’t waste any more time. The sun was beginning to sink behind the clouds, so he grabbed a collared shirt from his closet, tugged it on over his form fitting tank top, and pulled on a pair of cargo shorts. He laced up his boots and with a couple sprays of his favorite cologne, was out the door.

It didn’t take him long to arrive at the address she had given him. He pulled into the narrow driveway of the one story brick house and stepped out of the car. He had stopped and picked a couple of roses on the way over; an old buddy of his had them growing abundantly out at the edge of his driveway. He’d been careful to pull the entire plant and not just the stalk, and he cuffed one hand behind his back, took a nervous breath, and approached the house.

She must have been watching for him, he thought, as no sooner did he ascend the first of the three steps did the door open.

He entered the house and Cindy shut the door behind him. He heard the tell tale metallic clang of the deadbolt lock behind him and she gestured towards the living room area. “Welcome,” she said, “thank you for coming. Please, make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink hon?”

He cleared his throat. “No, thank you sweetheart.” He replied, presenting her the roses he had picked. “These are for Travesti alsancak you.”

She smiled widely at the sight of the flowers but her eyes remained sad. “Aww, thank you baby,” she cooed at him and then kissed him lightly on the cheek. “That’s awfully sweet of ya. Let me go get them some water.” And she sauntered into the kitchen.

Malcolm noticed she had changed into something a bit more comfortable, and that she had also freshly showered. Her hair was still damp and hung loose down her back. A light vanilla fragrance clung to the air where she walked, and he knew she’d cleaned up for him. Only thing was…

She was wearing a purple Terry cloth robe, and from the look of the belt was pulled around it but still a considerable amount of her cleavage was noticeable from the top and he wondered if she was wearing a bra.At the very thought of her ample tits his cock began to rise from its slumber. He put a reassuring hand over his crotch as she came back in from the kitchen, the flowers suspended in a glass vase she gripped in one hand. Sitting the vase down on the mantle, she nodded and murmured, “There we go.” before joining him on the loveseat he’d chosen to occupy.

Although it was a loveseat she respectfully offered him a reasonable amount of space. She crossed her legs and clasped her hands together resting and the robe slid down just a little more. The top of her left breast was exposed now and she made a feeble attempt at pulling the robe back up on her shoulders before laughing and untying the belt.

“I hope ya don’t mind,” she said cheerfully. “My husband and I used to strip when we got home and in outta that sun.”

Malcolm could do nothing but gape in awe at the vision of sexual pleasure sitting beside him, naked in all her glory, save for a pair of matching purple lace panties. His cock was now at full attention and he didn’t even try to conceal it. Instead his gaze lingered transfixed on the biggest, most prettiest set of tits he’d ever seen. They were as big as two soccer balls, the same chestnut complexion as her skin with areolas the size of fifty cent pieces. Her tic tac nipples were hard and Malcolm began massaging his crotch without even thinking.

“Cindy, you have an amazing set of tits,” Malcolm said, his heart racing in his chest. He licked his lips hungrily, his eyes only leaving her chest for one painstaking moment to look up and meet her gaze. He would not touch her unless given permission, and from the look on her face, he had totally misread her intentions. It wasn’t an angry or embarrassed look, but a quizzical look, and then she abruptly realized that he had never been in a village where everyone was naked. She had grown up on a reservation, but with a village closed off to even the people who lived there with them. Only the men of her tribe were allowed in and out of the village to hunt and gather supplies. In one second of clarity she realized that Malcolm was ATTRACTED to her. He would not take his eyes off her body, and she saw pure lust apparent in them when he met her gaze. He wanted her, and her first reaction was to be angry with herself for exposing herself sexually to him, because it was culturally wrong. He was an American and it was forbidden. Not to mention the thought of her husband’s passing still so fresh in her memory. It seemed wrong to entertain thoughts of her and Malcolm but she was only human, right? Wasn’t she allowed to have needs and desires? Surely her husband wouldn’t deny her that. He wouldn’t want her to grieve herself to death or to leave her desires unattended, her pleasure unfulfilled. A fire was burning in her belly and spreading to her pussy which was already becoming moist at the thought of Malcolm’s cock. She noticed him gently massaging his crotch and finally slid over closer to him. The questioning look in his eye told her that he was waiting on her permission, so she grabbed his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers.

It was pure lust from that moment. One long myriad of hands groping each other, their lips pressed together. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and she moaned into his mouth, her tongue seeking his.

Once given permission, Malcolm took control and she was pleased with the way he handled her. He kissed her openly, hungrily, greedily. His hands caressed each of her huge tits, pinching each nipple between thumb and forefinger as his lips broke free from hers and began slowly inching their way downward, a trail of light kisses and gentle nibbling that started at the base of her neck. Then he surprised her by kissing her earlobe and biting her ear gently, but when he blew softly into her ear, his hand inching its way downward to the thin fabric of her panties, she had to hold back the shudder of her first orgasm. Malcolm still noticed it pulsing outward from her pussy and seizing her whole body with pleasure. Gently he traced lines over her belly and navel as he engulfed her in another passionate kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth but just as quickly afterwards moved his head down and took one of her gum drop nipples in his mouth. He squeezed her other breast as he suckled on that one, planting kisses all over her nipple and biting it gently. His fingers were now in the lining of her thin lacy panties and she lifted up allowing him to pull them off her.