First Time with Corey by Cel
First Time with Corey
I stood out on the front porch steps, waiting for Corey. It was the day he was to arrive at my house to visit me, a day that I had looked forward to for many weeks. I stepped inside and looked at my 15-year old reflection in the glass of a picture, my short red hair pinned back with a decisively placed clip, my rich brown eyes glistening with what was to come. I had taken extra care to look nice that day, because I wanted to make a good impression. The sound of a car door outside jarred me from my daydream, and I peeked out the window to see who it was. Two young guys were heading to the porch, one was thinner than the other, with short blonde hair. The other was definitely Corey. For the first time ever, I saw him. He was wearing black pants and a black shirt, much like he had told me. He had short brownish hair, and was about 5'11" or so. Pretty average for a 16-year old. I liked him even more. I heard the upstairs door bell ring, and thanked my lucky stars that no one was home upstairs. I answered the door, my 4" tall sandals giving my 5'5" height a noticeable boost. Being generally over weight, I had to choose clothing decisively, and had chosen to wear a black dress with shoulder straps, and little flowers near the top. Over it, I had a white button down T-shirt with more flowers on it, which had been left open. I quite liked how I looked. My hand closed around the door knob and I opened it, and Corey knew that it was me. Before I knew it, his strong arms were around me, and we were hugging. I felt his lips press against my neck, and I smiled at him. He introduced his friend, Paul, who had come with him. I gave Paul my hello, and invited them both upstairs.
We all sat in the dining room, drinking iced tea and making small talk for a little bit. Paul, much to my liking, said he was going to go out for a bit and leave Corey and myself alone. I was grinning inwardly, but smiled cordially and asked, "When will you be back?" Paul looked as if he knew why I had asked, and answered, "Four hours maybe? I don't know. I'll call first." He left. I watched his body move out the door as he closed it behind him. My mind was racing already, and I went back to the dining room. Corey had stood up, and was leaning against the couch. I smiled at him, and we took each other into our arms and enjoyed the closeness. I felt my heart beating faster, and wondered if Corey could hear it. I knew I could. Suddenly, he was closer to me, and his lips were against mine. Fireworks were going off in my head, and I unexperiencedly kissed him back. I must have done well, because the kiss went on. We Frenched, our tongues caressing and mingling, and I was in absolute heaven.
In our past times over the phone, he had learned of my love and fantasizing about cocks, and blow jobs, and we had made it up that whenever he said "Suck me" to me, I would have to do so. And I agreed, because the thought of it had made my mouth water. But never had I imagined that I would actually hear him say it. He was kissing my neck by this time, and his lips paused near my ear, and I heard two little powerful words from him that made my heart jump. "Suck me", he whispered. My eyes met his, loaded with lust. Up until that moment, I hadn't noticed a stiffening lump below his belly, but I noticed it now. And I knew I was going to like it. I led him into my bedroom (My parents weren't home, thankfully) and had him sit on the bed. My fingers went to work, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. I pulled down and saw his boxers, with a definite growing area. It was the first cock I had ever seen (aside from computer images) and I was becoming more excited by every passing moment.
I ran my fingers over the hardened area covered by his boxers. My lips met the heated lump, kissing it gently. I could feel him shiver under my touch. I had hoped that I would do well, because it what would become my first blow job. Slowly, my trembling fingers found the waste band of his boxers, and soon were working the elastic band down over the swollen flesh of his cock. I watched the boxers the whole way down to his ankles, not wanting to rush into seeing his cock. When I was finished, I put my lips to his knee, and kissed it softly. He put his knees further apart as I kissed up his thigh to his warm stiff cock. I leaned back, looking it over in total amazement. I fell in love with his cock instantly, wanting it in all pleasurable ways. My fingertips touched the head gently, and down the shaft and cupped around his balls. I closed my hand around the shaft, and stroked it upwards with an unsteady movement. His hand was then over mine, closing it his preferable way around his cock and sliding it to the hilt and back up to the head the way he liked it. He let go of my hand, and I continued the motion. I looked up at him, and his eyes were locked into my hand. I stroked him for a few moments, without much event. He must have liked it, because he did not say much to me. I decided to move on, and kissed the head of his cock. This stirred him, and he smiled at me. My lips opened and I took the head into my mouth like a large round lollipop, sucking on it as I pulled back. It popped out of my mouth, and I went over the first taste of cock in my head. Then I went at it again, but this time I went past the head. My tongue found the base of the shaft just above the balls, and in one soft motion I licked upward along the bottom of his cock. The feeling of its hardness against my tongue was heavenly. I could feel my own cunt tingling with excitement. I licked the entire shaft of his cock over more than twice, starting at the base and working my way to the head. My hand closed back over his cock and my lips found his balls, and I sucked gently on them. He seemed to like that too by the sound of his soft moans and labored breathing. I figured he might be ready to cum soon, because his balls had seemed to tighten up more than they had been. My fingers squeezed and kneaded them gently as I put my mouth over his head again. This time, I sucked on it harder, and liked the clear precum that came out of it. Slowly I let more of the shaft sink into my mouth, sucking harder and rubbing my tongue against the bottom while my fingers pressed against his balls. Suddenly, he let out a sighing moan, and whispered to me that he was going to cum. His warning wasn't fast enough, and a stream of hot liquid hit my mouth. I swallowed at it instantly, and let his cock slip out of my mouth. I wanted to see the cum shooting out as well as feel it, and I had already felt it. I stroked his cock until he was done, and his breathing sounded normal. The cum had tasted wonderful, warm and thick. I smiled up at him as he kissed my lips gently. "I love you", he whispered.
And I knew what to say. "I love you too, Corey."
We embraced and kissed for the next few minutes. He had said that I was a very good cocksucker. I said that I wanted to deep throat him, but I didn't have the experience to take in all of his 8.5". We kissed again, his tongue warm and raspy against mine, and when we had broken the kiss, he looked me in the eyes and said, "I want to eat you". My cunt felt a surge, almost electrical. I nodded, and he pushed me back gently on the bed so I was lying down. He pushed the black dress up, and slowly pulled my white panties down. I felt a jolt through my body as his tongue pressed against my cunt lips. It was amazing! I had never felt anything like it. His tongue explored up into my hot wet virgin canal, licking at my juices. Then it found my clit, which was engorged with blood and ready to be rubbed. His tongue rubbed against it, and my body surged with pleasure. It came in rolling waves, like tension, relaxation, tension, relaxation. I loved how he would push his tongue into my cunt, and lap at my juices. His stamina was excellent. He licked and ate me for nearly 10 minutes, and I soon felt the tingling of orgasm approaching. I whispered this to him, and he increased his speed. I flew into my cum, grinding my cunt onto his tongue and loving it. When I had finished, I stayed still, catching my breath and staring at the ceiling. He was then above me, and we were hugging once more. I kissed him deeply, and loved my taste on his mouth. "That was.... indescribable" I said, and he smiled.
After I had recovered, we both knew what was next. His cock was at about 3/4 mast, and I sucked him until he was fully hard. Seeing that we were both fertilly capable people, he handed me a condom. I had wanted to put it on, and he helped me unroll it over his cock. I was then laying flat on my back, and he was looming over me. I knew what was coming, as did he. I felt his stiff cockhead on the lips of my cunt, and I pushed it against my clit. He smiled at me, and I smiled and winked back at him. Then I gave him the word, putting the head at the entrance to my virgin canal. "Push." I said, my voice amix with excitement and anticipation. He leaned forward, and I felt my cunt lips stretch slightly to let his cockhead in. He kept pushing, and within a minute or two his cock was about 3 inches in. At the hymen.
"I'm at your cherry," he said, and I nodded. "Do you want me to wait?"
The caring, love, and respect in my voice and eyes made me smile even more, and relax, too. I shook my head, and said, "Make it swift... and push hard...." He nodded, and waited a second, and lunged forward. I felt an inward tear and immense pain as my cherry broke. When he had broken it, he stopped to let my cunt get used to the new sensation. I had my fingernails digging into his arms, but he didn't mind. "Are you ok?" He asked, the questioning tone evident. I smiled as the pain ebbed away, and nodded. Then I felt a tinge of kinkiness wash over me, and whispered, "Fuck me." He grinned at me, and pushed forward a bit more. Then he pulled back, and with a slow gentle movement, he fucked me. It was beautiful.. Probably not as pleasurable as times to come (due to virginity) but I loved it nonetheless. His cock pistoned in and out of me in a rhythmic motion, sinking in further and further every time. He kept telling me how good my tightness felt gripping his cock. If he hadn't cum almost an hour before, he probably would have shot off instantly. Corey is a wonderful lover. He fucked me slowly and gently until he had worked all of his cock into me. I could even feel it pressing against my cervix when he would push it in to the hilt. When we were comfortable coupling, he began to speed up. His delicious thick cock felt even better, and I knew I would be cumming soon. I told him this, and he sped up to try to cum at the same time. Within moments, my cunt had clamped down on him harder, and I had my first canal orgasm. I loved it, panting and moaning, and he too came in me. He pushed his cock in to the hilt, and pushed further after that. My cervix opened up, and accepted his throbbing cock with eager hunger. His cum spilled into the condom, and when we were both spent, he joined me on the bed, his slowly shrinking cock still in me. We kissed deeply, and exchanged our vows of love.
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It has been four years since that first time with Corey. He left the next day (but not before another fuck/suck at his motel room. Paul let us play alone.) When he was 17 and I was 16 we moved in together, and plan on getting married after I finish college. I love Corey with all my heart, and always will.