I’m on my bed, on my back and being royally fucked. Kate is sitting in my armchair, watching every move. Now and then, she masturbates a little. My lover is.......just someone......let’s call him Allan, because I’m quite sure he wouldn’t want his real name used. My body thrills with sensations, penetration, stretching, the urgency of needing him in me deeper,harder, the primitive urge to be used as his fuck toy.....and it is then that my mind presents an erotic overlay, one rooted in the ancient history of our species, perhaps, and one that links a millions memories into the present, unspeakable, beautiful agony that is sex.
He is between my legs and using his experienced tongue on me, but my mind has whisked me back in time. I find I’m role playing in my own head. My head asks me “you often thought about this when you were 14.....would you have accepted if you had the offer?” Honestly? No....but now, here, there is nothing to stop me living the moment I forbade myself. I pretend I am that young, Virgin, spreading he legs for the first time, for the first man. Being so exposed is erotic in itself, and I longed for boys to catch a glimpse of my sex. In the dawn of our species, before laws, before society as we know it, adolescent girls had sex as soon as they matured, often with close relatives as we lived in small, tight knit communities of Hunter gatherers. Dangerous times. Those long winter nights, huddled around the campfire, suddenly to feel rough and urgent hands positioning a girl before ahard penis thrust inside her for the first time. I feel him move inside me and think back to the first boy who out his finger in me...so gently, so carefully. I remember my vagina eagerly accepting the intrusion and gripping it tightly, and then, oh, the heaven of two fingers. He is fucking me slowly now, and looking over his shoulder at Kate who is masturbating freely and openly. Did our ancestors do that too? Did they watch sex in the settlement, and were they moved to self pleasure? Perhaps they had the orgies that, one day, I hope to experience. My mind jerks me back into fantasy...a highly erotic moment when I raised my bum off the bed to allow a guy to take my panties off me for the first time. I remember I was partly frightened, because I knew I was wet, and I worried about what he would think of the sight of my wet, gaping sex, and the scent. My lover here in the present pulls gently out of me, leaving my cunt gasping for more. With skilled, practised movements, he kisses down to my crotch and sucks me closer to the glass ceiling that is orgasm for me. My first suck, a long time ago....a nervous boy and me, a nervous girl.....I so wanted to cum in his mouth but I was so scared. Even then, I knew I might squirt....or worse. So I held on tight and fought the moment off. Because he was wanking between my legs as he sucked me, he came and shot his load over my thighs, so it wasn’t a total disaster. The first man who sucked me to orgasm made it clear he didn’t mind what happened. Fortunate, as it turned out. Kate is standing by the bed now and is gently masturbating him as he sucks me. She looks into my eyes with unspeakable love. I am close. I’m going to cum, and soon that glass ceiling will shatter and cause my world to fragment into shards of light, colour and sound. Smoothly, he moves up and Kate guides him inside me. Almost as soon as he enters me, the ceiling shatters and I cum hard, raking my nails across his back and hooking my legs together, trapping him inside me until I feel the rhythmic twitching that tells me of his orgasm. He is, of course, embarrassed...he had no intention of cumming in me, and he splutters a meaningless apology. Meaningless because I love have cum shot in me. He withdraws, and hurridly dresses, as we agreed. He leaves. kate bends and drinks the benediction of my love from the cathedral of my cunt.
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