My First Man
written by:
Lydia

My First Man

Have you ever found yourself in a situation, which you could never have dreamed of in a million years? And then as you watched the events unfold you felt the need to figure out how you got there in the first place? That is what I found happening to me when I was 22 years old. I was lying on a bed, watching as my friend, Marshall, was about to press his erection into my virgin pussy. I'd been penetrated by fingers, vibrators, and a variety of other items many times. I had never had intercourse with a man and up until a little while ago I never planned to. Here's how I found myself with my legs spread for a man.

It was December 4th. There was a party at a friend's apartment. I was sitting enjoying a glass of wine when my friend Alysha walked over with a guy following her.

"Hi, Di," she greeted me. "I'd like you to meet my friend Marshall. I think you two would enjoy each other's company."

I stood and shook hands with Marshall. Marshall took my hand and gave me a firm handshake. He was a very large person; about 6' tall and built like a linebacker. His manners were excellent. He was polite without being condescending. We soon discovered that we were both into world politics except he was a right wing business major and I was a left wing liberal arts major with an emphasis on the liberal. What I found refreshing was that while we disagreed on nearly everything, he seemed genuinely well informed as to the facts and he listened carefully to my arguments without being dismissive or patronizing as most men were. We talked for what seemed like hours until Alysha returned and asked Marshall was ready to leave and would he 'be a dear' and walk her back to her apartment.

Alysha and I lived about two buildings apart and Alysha suggested that we all walk together as there had been some sexual assaults around campus. I agreed that there was safety in numbers.

As we stepped outside we discovered that the temperature had dropped from about 40 to 20 and it was snowing lightly. Fortunately, our apartments were only about half a mile from where we were. On the way back I tried to figure out the relationship between Marshall and Alysha. She had obviously abandoned him at the party. On the other hand, she knew he was safe with me since I have been a lesbian all my life and Alysha knew this. Alysha was bi-sexual and she and I had spent an occasional night together but it was only casual sex not a relationship. Maybe she was looking for something better at the party and had Marshall as her fallback in case she didn't snag anything.

When we got to Alysha's building I started to say good night to both of them but Marshall said he was going to walk me to my apartment and then continue to his own apartment, which I discovered was nearly a mile further down the road. Alysha kissed us both good night and went up to her apartment.

The snow had gotten heavier as we walked and the wind had picked up. Marshall looked pretty well frozen as we walked along. When we reached my building we were wet and tired. I told Marshall I couldn't let him walk another mile in this weather and insisted he come up to my apartment.

I know what you are thinking; why would a lesbian invite a guy up to her apartment? First of all, this guy never even touched me while talking, he never made any sexual comments, he never complimented my looks, when we were talking he looked in my eyes and not my boobs like most guys. I also assumed Alysha had told him I was a les so I wasn't surprised when he accepted my invitation without making any kind of lurid comment.

When we got inside I made some coffee and got us each a towel to dry our hair. I then excused myself to change into dry clothes. I took off all my wet things, put on a pair of my flannel pajamas and went back to the living room.

"My, my, don't you look cozy." Marshall smiled at me as I returned.

Marshall walked over to me, took my chin in his hand, and lowered his mouth to kiss me. I turned my head at the last moment, put my hand on his chest lightly, and whispered, "No. Please don't."

Marshall immediately pulled away and started to apologize "Di, I am so sorry. I thought we were getting along really well and when you invited me up I thought you were attracted to me. I am so embarrassed. I'll leave now." And Marshall started to put his shoes back on.

"Stop, don't go and don't be embarrassed. I thought Alysha told you. I thought you knew. I mean we talked all night and you never tried to hit on me. You are such a nice guy. Please let me explain. I'm queer." I blurted it out.

Marshall stopped lacing his shoes. He looked up at me and smiled. Then he started to laugh and then he laughed harder and harder as he kept repeating, "another lesbian."

I sat down on the sofa across from him and watched him as he continued to laugh and mumble. It seemed to go on forever although it was probably only a couple of minutes. Finally, Marshall seemed to regain control and I decided to find out what was so funny.

"I'm glad you find my sexual preference so entertaining." I said in as sarcastic a tone as I could muster.

"Oh, Di, I really am sorry. It's not you I am laughing at, it is me. In the last 4 years I had a fiancé break off our engagement because she realized she was gay; I had two women I dated inform me on our third date that it didn't seem we had much of a future since they preferred women; I brought a girl home to meet my family over thanksgiving and discovered her making out with my little sister during one of the football games. I am like a lesbian magnet. I either am attracted to them or I turn girls gay by dating them. Listen I really should go. I've put you out too much already."

"Marshall, listen to me. I'm not angry that you wanted to kiss me. We just met and we had a great conversation. You are one of the most intelligent and articulate people I have ever known. It's cold and wet outside and I have beer, wine, coffee, and electric heat. I was a les when you met me and I will be a les long after you forget me. Let's not allow sex to ruin a potentially great friendship." I was serious.

Marshall and I spent the night talking and drinking. In the morning I had a neighbor with a car give Marshall a ride home. After that we saw a lot of each other. We dined at one another's apartments on a regular basis, we went to bars and parties together, and we called each other almost every night. I tried to find straight women for Marshall and he tried to find lesbians for me. I have to admit he was infinitely more successful than I was. Marshall had an uncanny knack for attracting lesbians.

As time went on I became incredibly fond of Marshall. This was my first serious friendship with a man. Eventually, Marshall met a woman he really liked. At first, Cherie was jealous and suspicious of my relationship with Marshall. Marshall almost broke it off when Cherie accused us of having an affair behind her back. I was able to convince both of them that they had something special. After I convinced Cherie that I was totally les she and I were able to become friends. We actually cooperated in throwing Marshall a surprise birthday party I his apartment.

At the end of the party Marshall was essentially passed out on the couch while Cherie and I cleaned up. Marshall must have been very happy. Cherie spent the whole night catering to his every need. In addition, she was dressed very provocatively. She had on a black leather mini skirt and a black halter with no bra on, not that she needed one. I had just stood up and turned around from putting something away in the fridge when Cherie stepped up and said "Di, I can't thank you enough for your help. Marshall is lucky to have a friend as good as you. Especially one as sexy as you." And then Cherie leaned in and kissed me as our tits pressed together.

There are times in your life when you know you are about to make a huge mistake but you go ahead and do it anyways. I knew it was a mistake but Cherie was very sexy and I hadn't had sex in about two weeks and well, I didn't make her stop. We began making out in the kitchen. It was raw and intense. We didn't undress each other sensually or gently caress one another; we ripped our clothes off and found ourselves down on the floor eating each other like there was no tomorrow. I came with a scream and a shudder in about 1 minute flat and Cherie was close behind me.

"Shit, what did we just do?" I started crying right there on the floor. I knew that Marshall was in love with Cherie. How could I have sex with her? What kind of dirt bag steals a friend's lover? When Marshall finds out he'll be hurt and angry. "Cherie, you can't tell Marshall what just happened."

Cherie looked at me with like I had three heads. "What are you talking about? Marshall would love to know we did it. All guys fantasize about two girls together. I bet when I tell him he'll screw me like a rabbit in heat."

"No, Cherie, no please I beg you don't tell Marshall. He'll be very upset."

"Listen to me, I'm going to tell him. He'll screw my brains out and I'll tell him how much better he is than doing it with a girl. I know he won't blame me for it and if he blames you then so what."

Shit. This bitch was good. She was jealous of me and Marshall and she figured out how to get him to stop hanging out with me. I was so stupid.

When I left Marshall was still passed out on the couch. I tried to call him all the next day. I must have left 50 voice mails for him to call me. The longer I went without reaching him the more frantic I became. Three days later I still hadn't reached Marshall so I decided that I had to go over and see him. I was prepared to sit on his doorstep and knock continuously until my hands bled if I had to. As I climbed the stairs to Marshall's apartment I tried to decide what I would say when he finally spoke to me. Nothing made sense and I hoped the words would come to me when I had the chance.

I knocked on the door and stood to the side so he couldn't see me if he looked through the peephole. Marshall opened the door; he looked like he hadn't slept in a week. When he saw it was me he started to say, "I don't want to see you. How could you turn my girlfriend les? Cherie told me what you did and she now wants to only date women. She left me. What else do you want to do to me?"

I don't know what came over me. I looked at the man I had hurt badly and I knew that I loved him. I loved him deeply with all my heart and soul in a way that no woman had ever loved before. Then I grabbed him and kissed him on the mouth with a passion I had never felt before. At first Marshall didn't respond then I felt his lips open to my prying tongue and his arms surrounded my waist and lifted me to him. I couldn't help but notice his tongue was longer and broader than the girls I'd been with. As I kissed and tongued Marshall I ran my fingers through his hair and held his face to mine. We eventually broke the kiss and Marshall pushed me away.

"What are you doing?"

I reached up with a finger to his lips to silence him and then took a step back to remove my blouse. I had never been naked in front of a man before and I was fairly certain I would be in just a few minutes. I let my blouse fall to the floor and began to lightly play with my breasts. Playing with myself is an activity I had a lot of experience with. I motioned to Marshall to sit down on the couch and then I moved back a few feet so he could see all of me. I then resumed rubbing and pinching my breasts. This time Marshall was staring at my boobs and not my eyes. I kicked off my sneakers and reached down for the snap of my jeans. As I unsnapped the jeans I let my fingers trail back up to my navel and then back to my breasts. It felt great to be playing with myself and having Marshall stare at me his breath getting shallow, his erection clearly showing in his pants. He started to get up but I motioned for him to stay seated.

I let one hand work its way back down to my jeans as the other continued to caress my tits. I worked the zipper of my jeans down inch by inch until I reached the bottom. I turned slowly so my back was to Marshall. I bent slightly at the waist to push my ass out at him and worked the jeans over my ass to expose my little pink bikini panties. As the jeans slipped down my legs I wiggled my ass at Marshall. I stood up straight and stepped out of my jeans.

I turned to face Marshall as I slid a finger down the front of my panties pushing the material into my wet pussy. The excitement of masturbating in front of Marshall was incredible. I felt my orgasm get closer and closer. I pushed the front of my panties so far into my wet folds that they virtually disappeared. I couldn't stop myself, I threw my head back and started letting loose as wave after wave of my orgasm rippled through my body. I felt the muscles in my pussy contracting and I had a wonderful orgasm. Unfortunately, as soon as my orgasm started to end I realized where I was and what I'd done and I became very confused and embarrassed. I grabbed my clothes from the floor and ran into the bathroom.

Shit. What the fuck was that? I'm a lesbian. I just got myself off in front of a man. What about Marshall? Would he think I was some sick pervert? Would he expect me to have sex with him? If he did, would it be wrong of me to not put out after teasing him like that? Crap. Now, what was I going to do? I sat in the bathroom for over an hour. Marshall tapped on the door.

"Di, honey, come on out. I think we may have some things to discuss. I'm sorry I was angry and I know how you must feel right now. Come out. I've got macaroni and cheese."

I laughed because that was our little joke. Whenever we were low on cash we'd split a box of mac and cheese. I came out of the bathroom and wiped my tears. Sure enough Marshall had a big bowl of mac and cheese on the table and two spoons. I sat down and grabbed a spoon. Marshall sat down beside me and took his spoon. We ate together in silence for about 5 minutes.

Marshall put his spoon down, turned to me, and said, "If I'd known that all I had to do to get you to stop whining about the rain forest was to get you naked I'd have seduced you months ago."

I felt myself turn three shades of red. "Oh, god, Marshall, I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. First, Cherie kissed me and I was such a slut. Then I was so afraid you'd be angry at me for fooling around with her and then I was afraid I'd lost my best friend forever." I was talking about 100 miles per hour. "I didn't plan to come here and do a porn show for you. I just wanted to see you and apologize and beg you not to forgive me for being a slut with Cherie."

When I stopped for a breath Marshall jumped in. "Slow down, Di. Let's talk. I know that Cherie initiated the sex with you after my party. What I need for you to explain to me is why you went along with her."

"I don't know. I mean I could tell you it was the heat of the moment. And certainly that would be true but it wouldn't be the truth. I knew that it would be upsetting for you to find out we'd had sex and I knew it was wrong. I acted foolishly and selfishly. I'm sorry. I just don't know why I let it happen."

"And tonight," Marshall asked. "What happened tonight?"

"I don't know. I just felt this overwhelming sense of lust and desire. I thought if I seduced you we could be friends again. I know it doesn't make sense for a lesbian to do a strip tease and, you know, for a man. I can't explain it."

Marshall looked at me hard. "I don't think you're being honest with me or yourself. I think we both know what happened. I think you don't want to admit what happened because it contradicts your entire life. You said it yourself, 'it doesn't make sense for a lesbian to do a strip tease' for a man."

Marshall's eyes were boring in as if they could see into my soul. "Marshall, what are you saying? Are you telling me I'm not a lesbian? You think I did it with Cherie because I was jealous and wanted her out of your life? You think I came here tonight to seduce you and to have sex with you even though I have never been with a man in my entire 22-year life? That's crazy!"

Marshall stood up, cleared the dishes to the sink, and turned to me. "Di, I love you more than I have loved anyone before. Your show was incredibly arousing and to be honest I am shocked that I didn't jump you when you were standing there in your panties and white socks. I am going to my bedroom right now. One way or another I need to get off. I will wait exactly 5 minutes and then I will take matters into my own hands. It is up to you. I will still be your friend regardless of what happens next. You can join me in the bedroom or you can leave and we'll have lunch tomorrow at your place. But, if you come to me tonight, we will make love, and you will love it. If you don't we will never speak of this again." Marshall turned and headed for his room and closed the door gently.

It didn't take me 5 minutes to decide, or 4, or 3, or 2, or even 1. As soon as the door closed I stood up and ran to the bedroom door. As I opened the door Marshall gathered me in his arms and carried me to the bed. He slowly pushed up my blouse and began kissing and tonguing my nipples and breasts.

"You know why I like to watch a woman pleasure herself?" Marshall asked. "Because by watching carefully I learn what she likes." And then Marshall took a nipple between his teeth and pulled gently but firmly. I reached for his buttons and ripped them open to expose his chest. This was the first time I had ever seen a man's chest up close and personal and I did what I would with another woman. I began to kiss and rub and lick his nipples. I wasn't sure if it felt as good for him as it did for me but he sure seemed to be getting into it. I was clawing at Marshall like an animal; it was Marshall who was holding us back, setting a more leisurely, sensuous pace.

"Down, girl, relax" Marshall spoke softly, soothingly. He held my wrists down as he kissed and licked me. Then he knelt in front of me and removed my jeans and panties. I started to reach down to remove my socks but Marshall stopped me, "leave them on it's kinkier that way." His crooked smile made me giggle like a schoolgirl. Marshall stepped back and pulled both of my hands to the snap of his jeans. He wanted me to take off his pants. I hesitated for only a second and then flipped them open and began to lower the zipper. But, rather than stare at my prize as I unwrapped it, I stared into Marshall's eyes. Never taking my eyes from his, I lowered the jeans to the floor and I pulled each leg off as Marshall stepped out of them. From that position looking up to Marshall's face I had to look right past the erection stretching the front of Marshall's white briefs.

"Take them off," I heard Marshall's voice order me. I knelt in front of Marshall and with a hand on each side of him lowered his briefs. I had to pull the front forward to pass over his erection. As his briefs dropped below his balls I got my first close up view of an adult man's penis and testicles. The faint musky odor wasn't that different than the many pussies I'd had but certainly more masculine. I pulled his briefs to the floor and remained kneeling in front of him like a catholic during mass.

"Touch it gently." Again Marshall was instructing me. I took hold of his testicles with one hand and gently played with them while I wrapped my other hand around the base of his penis. I wasn't certain but this looked like a big penis. Later I discovered it was fairly average but when you'd never had one before it seemed big. Something I was doing must have felt good because I heard Marshall let out a long soft moan of pleasure.

"Stand up, Diane, and lie down on the bed."

I did as I was told and Marshall walked over to his dresser and brought a handful of scarves to the bed. He kissed my lips and my neck and asked me "do you trust me?"

"Oh god, yes." I wasn't sure if I was answering his question or responding to his kisses.

Marshall took my wrists and used some of the scarves to tie them together over my head to the headboard. I had been tied up before and the feeling of helplessness served to intensify the sensations in my body. Marshall took some longer scarves and tied my ankles together and then secured them to the footboard. This was new for me. If I tied someone up or they tied me up it was generally with the legs spread open for easy access. Well I could still bend my knees to the sides and expose my pussy to him. Then Marshall brought a long terry cloth tie, probably from a bathrobe, and wrapped securely around my thighs above my knees so I couldn't spread my knees. This was really weird. Marshall knelt over me and kissed and bit my nipples for a few minutes so I didn't give any thought to my legs except I could feel the wetness building down below. Next Marshall tied one of the dark colored scarves around my head to cover my eyes. I could see a little light but that was all. Marshall kissed my lips, stood up abruptly and said he'd be right back and walked out of the room.

I could hear him in the kitchen but made no sense of the sounds. He returned to the bedroom and I heard him putting things down and moving things around. I felt him sit down on the bed next to me.

"You name the spot you want me to touch you next." Marshall spoke slowly and softly.

"My left nipple." I answered.

Moments later I felt the heat of Marshall's hand as if he'd had it wrapped around a hot mug. The temperature change made my nipple instantly hard and long. The warmth lasted only a moment before I realized it had been replaced by freezing cold. It was some kind of ice pack. This sent an intense firestorm down to my pussy.

"Holy shit, Marshall, what was that?"

"Now where?" His non-response to my question didn't surprise me as much as it frustrated me.

"My right breast." What the hell, I might as well enjoy.

The next thing I felt was a feather lightly flitting around my tit. Moments later Marshall had some kind of a tight clamp on my nipple. The pleasure followed by pain was excruciating. Again, my pussy seemed to jump with pleasure. I found myself involuntarily clenching and unclenching the muscles in my pussy. The way my legs were tied together actually made the sensations stronger.

"Are you ready? I think your pussy should be next." Marshall moved off the bed but I couldn't hear where he'd moved to or what he was doing. Then I heard an odd sound, like a clock being wound up.

I was starting to breath heavy. The anticipation of what might happen was getting me worked up. I felt Marshall's hand as he laid it down on the vee of my sex. At first there was nothing, just the pressure of his fingers and hand where it pressed down on my skin. His hand was warm and I detected a little extra pressure as one of his fingers pressed deeper into the space between my thighs. It was a slow pressure and I was beginning to relax and try to allow a small space to open so Marshall could reach down to my clit. It was a momentary explosion in my brain and pussy as it all came together; the winding sound was a kid's joy buzzer and as it pressed against the top of my sex it went off with an electric whirr and a jolt that had me thrashing against my bonds as my orgasm screamed through me.

"You fucking bastard" I screamed. "Fuck I am cumming, my pussy wants to explode."

I continued bucking and cumming for several minutes. As my orgasm began to end I felt Marshall remove the clamp from my nipple. That was immediately followed by Marshall untying my ankles and thighs. My legs seemed to literally drift apart as I felt the juices I'd been cranking out gush from my pussy and run down to my ass and onto the sheets.

Suddenly, even though my pussy had been empty this whole time, I felt that emptiness. I needed something inside me.

"God, Marshall fuck me now. Shove that cock in me. I need to feel you fill me now."

Marshall pulled the blindfold from my eyes and knelt down between my legs. My arms were still tied above my head and I arched my back to raise my pussy to meet Marshall's cock.

"Are you sure, this is it, tell me now." Marshall had hesitated as his cock was near the entrance to my womanhood. And here we are at the beginning of this story. I waited only a moment to ponder what was about to happen. To figure out how a 22-year-old lesbian found herself begging to be fucked by a man. And now you, dear reader, and I both know how it happened.

I nodded for Marshall to continue. He pressed his hard cock forward a few inches. My pussy literally engulfed his head and I tried to pull him in using just the muscles in my pussy. I needed him in me. "Fuck me, Marshall, shove that cock in me. Please go harder. I need you."

Marshall pushed forward another inch and whispered "Slowly, baby, be patient. Patience is a virtue."

I needed him in me right away and I needed to make it happen so I arched my back and threw my feet around Marshall's back and pulled him into me with all my might. It must have surprised Marshall as I felt his cock plunge into the depths of my pussy. By tightening and loosening my grip with my legs I started rocking back and forth on his cock.

My control of the situation was fleeting at best. Marshall reached back and unhooked my legs and held my ankles high and to the sides. His cock had slipped out but he moved back into position and plunged in all the way.

"You want it fast? You want it hard? Here it is baby. Squeeze my cock and feel me cum in your virgin pussy."

Marshall increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. I was really getting into it. "Oh, fill me up, fill my pussy. Make me cum you big dicked bastard. I need to feel you fucking my little pink pussy." I was screaming and the juices were streaming out of my pussy as Marshall pushed and pulled. I knew I was close to cumming and I wanted to feel Marshall's sperm as he filled my pussy.

"I'm cumming, cum with me baby. Fill my pussy with your cum." My pussy was spasming and I was trying to meet his every thrust. That's when I felt a warm splat inside my pussy. I had never had a man cum inside me and I was surprised by how clearly I was aware of his cum filling my pussy. This pushed me over the edge and my own orgasm swept through my body and sent me into convulsions that nearly ripped my arms out of their sockets as I strained against the scarves tying my wrists. As Marshall finished pumping into me he let my legs fall to the bed and he reached up to untie my hands from the headboard. He then rolled off me onto his back. He pointed to his now softening cock and said "You like the taste of pussy, why not lick it clean."

I slipped down to admire his slick cock and to sniff at our combined juices. I then lifted his limp cock in one hand and licked the head like an ice cream cone. My first taste of his salty cum mixed with my juices was not too unpleasant so I took more of his cock in my mouth. Not surprisingly his cock began to grow hard in my mouth. Once it was fully erect I removed my mouth from his cock.

"My turn to do the tying." I said as I used the scarves to tie Marshall's wrists to the headboard.

Marshall sat back and let me tie his wrists. I then got down between his legs and began tonguing his balls and down toward his ass then back up the length of his shaft. I then got up and went to the living room where I'd left my bag when I arrived. I found my trusty lipstick vibrator and some Vaseline to lubricate it. I returned to the bedroom and dropped my pussy onto Marshall's face in a 69 position. This position made it easy for me to reach down below Marshall's scrotum and start massaging his little puckered anus. Before Marshall had a chance to say anything I had moved my fingers and slipped the lipstick vibe into his anus and flipped it on. His cock instantly jumped and seemed to grow another inch and fluid began flowing from the tip. I licked and sucked the clear fluid from the end of his cock. My pussy on his mouth made it impossible for him to speak other than grunt and moan. Something he was doing a lot of.

It wasn't long before the tongue-lashing I was getting on my pussy was bringing me close to another orgasm. I decided to relax and enjoy this orgasm so I stopped lapping Marshall's cock but left he vibe in his ass. I had another small orgasm and squeezed my pussy juices all over Marshall's face. I lifted my pussy from his soaked face and turned around to face him. His face was covered with a mixture of our juices and I kissed him deeply.

I moved back down his body and lifted myself so I was poised with my pussy over his hard cock. In one smooth motion I impaled myself on his hardness. I leaned forward and used both hands to pinch his nipples are hard as I could. Marshall yelped in pain. I could feel the vibrations in my pussy from the little vibe in his ass and it felt good. I released my grasp on Marshall's nipples and then leaned forward to lick them. Marshall was moaning encouragement and humping his hips up toward my pussy. I was getting worked up and I sat up and began rubbing my breasts with one hand and I slipped a finger down to my clit with the other. I was using my stomach muscles and squeezing his cock and soon we were both moaning and I was riding him like a bronco at the rodeo. I began cumming like crazy and soon we were both soaked in sweat and I felt his soft cock pop out of my pussy. I slipped the vibe from Marshall's ass and untied his hands. We then cuddled together for the rest of the night. In the morning, well, maybe we should hold that for the next story.