- First Time
- Thunder Snow
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Click hereI was already riding him, bucking and galloping over his erection as I was moaning to be given an explosive orgasm. He held me in place as he bounced his hips up into me, jamming my inner reaches and thundering against my virgin vaginal walls. I loved it. I loved it so much.
I rode boldly, I was greedy, I wanted to wholly envelop that hard cock with my pussy, I wanted him to poke through me and into my lungs. My arms extended over his shoulders, my breasts swung with the rhythm of our fucking; I'd push, back off as he thrust, and I'd push again. I was in a tizzy, chirping and moaning and barking with all of these fantastic sensations that were filling me from below.
My naked lover had one more trick up his sleeve. I was barking and screaming, thinking I was close to another orgasm when he put his thumb between us, finding my clit and rubbed me while I furiously fucked him from above. It took but a moment before I exploded into a gazillion shards of fuzzy lights. I convulsed, my legs went rubbery as a thunderous orgasm forced all the air out of my lungs in a gasping moan that maybe lasted twenty-five minutes - or so it seemed.
I layed on top of his chest for a long time before he rolled me off, "Good girl, Michelle. Do you think you'll remember your first?"
"I don't know if I will. I don't think I would have remembered my name unless you used it right then. My brain is kind of fogged and my girly parts are fluttery and also sticky. I think it's caused by a rare meteorological phenomenon, thunder snow."
Antonio laughed and I loved him for it. "Thunder snow, I told you it was a special sign for us." Then he added, "I could be wrong, but I'm not. This was good. Maybe this could get better." He paused, then took me and kissed me, "Happy Valentine's Day my love."
Pomona was enraptured. "Reverend Michelle, I've never heard you preach with such passion," she said with a knowing and hearty laugh.
"And you never will again, I might add. Just between you and me, pastoral confidentiality - remember?"
Pomona cocked her head, "Just you and me? Does Trey know about any of this?"
"Trey? Trey, my husband? My husband Louis 'Trey' Enrique Antonio Escamilla III?"
Pomona's eyes grew wide, "Antonio is Trey?" She looked me in the eyes and then spit her coffee across the end table. "I've always known your husband as Trey. Reverend Michelle, are you messing with me?"
"He's gone by Trey for years, but when we first met he used Antonio. I changed the name in the story to protect the innocent - that would be me, a prim and proper virgin church youth director with a reputation to uphold."
"Reverend Michelle," Pomona suggested with a sly and gleeful edge to her voice, "are you confessing to be a hypocrite?"
"I guess you could say that. Life is a messy paradox, a mix of heavenly spirit and earthly soul. If that makes me a hypocrite, I'm right in there with some of the best of 'em. So be it."
Pomona took a thoughtful pose, "Tell me this Pastor, what would you say to a young woman who comes into your church office seeking counsel and is wondering if she should have sex with a guy, or if she should wait for marriage?"
"Of course, I can not condone fornication. But I'd say that in life, one will find many a paradox presenting itself. I'd acknowledge that if one finds an appealing opportunity, one should jump on it - with both feet - with both feet tucked under your haunches, cowgirl style, and enjoy the ride."
"Seriously?" asked Pomona.
"Seriously; under one condition."
"What's the one condition?"
I replied with my best hypocritical voice, "Under the one condition that the opportunity presented itself during a thunder snow."
- COMMENTS
Anonymous5 months agoI'm TooTall near Dallas and your writing voice is true, a bit edgy, and compelling. Your "set-up" to the events were mostly credible, and coming from this ex-minister, believable. You have a gift and your style sucked me right into the opening drama. I kept reading to see what would happen next. The four block walk was a creative touch. Kudos, Kiddo. Boy, howdy, you did great.
Anonymousover 1 year agoWhat a wonderful change from the usual dialog in so many Lit stories.
So many commenters forget that most stories are fiction, and the authors hopefully writing what "they" want to write, not necessarily trying to satisfy the style of each & every reader.
I loved the thoughts of the young girl as she broadened her knowledge of sexual interplay.
Thanks for submitting this most welcome change of pace!
Cheers & hope to read more unique stories in the future.
Dark358over 1 year agoFrankly, I'm gobsmacked by how you capture/express her wonder and delight born of innocence These excerpts were captivating:
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"I had heard about the amazing masculine sex organ - gift and curse; it could and would grow from small and soft to long and hard at the mere sight of an attractive woman. The penis could and would dispossess a virtuous man of his disciplined mind and turn him into a fool. How does this dangling thing between a man's legs exert so much control? And what would happen if a female just touched this thing of mysterious masculine power? Maybe touched it just a little?"
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"The resting stalk beneath my curious hand crawled over his loins, rising, inflating and pushing into the heart line of my palm. Antonio's organ rapidly increased in size. With tentative strokes I played with it changing shape. I was amazed at the way it came to greet me, expanding into my grip. I was mesmerized by its manly magic; moments before it was soft and pliable, but now it was thick, stiff and getting longer and stronger. I think every girl secretly desires to have the power to inspire a guy's erection. I was more than desirous, I was intoxicated by what was unfolding in my own hand. This power to inspire a flaccid penis to change almost instantly into a potent hard-on didn't go to my head - it went straight to my virgin nether region."
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Just my opinion, but I urge you to just keep listening to your own inner voice guiding your writing. The result is captivating, and frankly, your work is so good that after a read of yours, my shorts are wet of cock drool.
SandyMarlover 1 year agoAuthorSeveral readers have made specific style critiques and provided examples, that as the author, I believed were worth considering. I've taken some of those comments to heart and submitted and edited version of Thunder Snow. Honest opinions are appreciated.
Yet I remain guilty of an indulgent fondness for wordplay and alliteration - perhaps too much so for more the tasteful and discriminating readers in this forum. My approach to writing and sex often incorporates some whimsy, lightheartedness and almost always a dose of punnery. Where to draw the line in choice of body part descriptions and cutsie rhymes is a difficult decision, but as has been noted, I tend to go for baroque.
On some matters of style I can not recant. -Sandy
Anonymousover 1 year agoA appreciate the author's response to the comment that the wording is too baroque. The story is from the point of view of a strictly brought up young woman with a strong religious background. What we are interested in is how she abandons all her teachings in the pursuit of carnal pleasures. What she feels and what she thinks are of the essence. As she is described, she likely has almost no vocabulary for sexual body parts. The multiple names for sexual organs and related wordplay might be appropriate in a different type of story, but don't fit the journey we are undertaking with this young woman. Wordplay can be effect in the right story - in Flowering Flatmate Friendship by "darrenr", right from the title the story has lots of fun with wordplay, in a setting where the words are said out loud as a part of a very funny sequence of a young man being teased by two experienced women.
