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Archive-title: First Time in LA





I would like to share with you the first sexual experience I had

following my move to Los Angeles after graduation from Wellesley College

in Massachusetts.  The (relatively) few men I'd slept with until this

time had all been steady boyfriends with whom I'd grown increasingly

closer and sex seemed like a natural extension of our feelings for each

other.  This was QUITE different - pure(?) unbridled LUST!



The coast-to-coast move was prompted by a job offer from an advertising

agency in LA.  While the job sounded great and I was looking forward to

entering the real, adult world I was still somewhat nervous as I had

never really been away from the New England area before and had always

considered myself fairly shy.



My first week went really well.  I found a nice little apartment 10

minutes away from the office and wore myself out filling in the holes

in my furnishings.  Thus, when a male co-worker invited me to a party

at his place on Saturday, I uncharacteristically jumped at the chance

to go.



This co-worker, Doug, and I hadn't exchanged more than a couple of

polite hellos during the week, although I had certainly taken notice of

this fine example of west-coast manhood - he was a little over 6 feet

tall and very athletically built.



At the appointed time, I pulled up to Doug's place and joined a line of

guests filing in.  Doug greeted me warmly and escorted me to the

well-stocked bar conveniently located in the corner of what appeared to

be his living room.  He explained that he had been working on a new

Margarita recipe and would like me to test it out.  I told him it

sounded good to me and let him fix me one.  After sampling the drink

and giving him some positive feedback, we started talking about the

reasons for my move and some of the things I hoped to accomplish with

my new life.  We talked for at least an hour, giving me time to request

and finish another one of his delicious drinks.  Doug then excused

himself to play host to his other guests and I wandered around the

apartment admiring the excellent taste with which it was decorated and

even joining in a couple of group conversations.  I was having a really

nice time!



A couple of hours and five Margaritas later, I found myself talking to

my handsome host again.  I was genuinely surprised at how good I felt

when I was with him.  He asked me how I was enjoying myself and I told

him what I'd been doing since we parted company earlier.  His boyish,

almost embarrassed smile when I told him what a beautiful job he'd done

with the decoration just about melted my heart.  I was beginning to

feel very warm and flushed and couldn't blame it all on the drinks.  This

was more like the enchanted feeling you get when you're with a new lover

early in a relationship.  Doug explained that while he had done a lot of

the work himself, he also had a roommate who should share the credit. He

told me that Chris, his roommate, was almost painfully shy and since he

didn't already know any of the invited guests, had gone off to read in

some secluded corner of the house.  He then asked me if I'd like the

ten-cent tour.  I eagerly accepted but told him it would have to wait

for a 'nature call' - the alcohol was working its diuretic magic on

my kidneys.  He laughed and pointed me in the right direction, saying

he'd meet me back at the bar.



To this day, I'm still not sure why I did it but after relieving

myself, I removed my panty hose and stuffed them in my bag.  While the

combination of the drinks and my unusually warm feelings for Doug

definitely had an affect on my inhibitions, this was even more out of

character than my accepting the party invitation.  No matter, though,

because it proved to be an incredibly correct decision.



Doug proudly showed me the upstairs bedrooms, complete with sky-lights

and hot tubs then took me down to see the partially unfinished basement

that housed a guest bathroom, guest bedroom and den.  He stopped off at

the bathroom to answer his own call from nature and I continued on to

check out the guest room.  The door was open, so I just walked in,

receiving the shock of my young life.  There on the bed, feet facing

me, was a naked young man slowly stroking an enormous erection, with

his face buried in a Penthouse magazine.  I watched for what seem an

eternity growing warmer and weaker-kneed by the minute.  The reason for

my presence and even Doug himself had no meaning for me.  I was

consumed with desire for the beautiful cock before me.  It was the

largest I had ever seen.  The large flared head was about two inches

across at its base and the shaft was at least 8 inches long and as

smooth as marble except for the prominent vein running down the

underside.



When I eased onto the bed, the man (I guessed it was Chris) dropped the

Penthouse with a shocked look and his hand froze in mid-stroke.  My

eager smile must have reassured him for he made no move to stop me as I

moved up to kneel beside him and replaced his hand with mine.  His cock

felt as good as it looked and I could barely get my hand around it.

His balls hung low, resting on the bed and looked large and full of

cum.  As I examined his huge cock with my eyes and left hand, I moved

my right in to cup and knead his sack.  I had never been so turned on

in my entire life.  Nothing mattered except priming his balls until

they were so hot his cum would boil over and shoot out of the cannon I

so urgently stroked.  I leaned over and forced my tongue into the

beautiful piss hole staring me in the face and then slowly stuffed as

much of his cock into my mouth as I could.  One of my previous

boyfriends had been hung pretty well (about 7 inches) and I had been

almost able to deep-throat him but Chris's cock was so thick that I

couldn't get more than 3 or 4 inches into my mouth.  I slowly let it

slip out then licked my way down the large vein that ran from the

spongy head to the soft sack of balls my right hand was rhythmically

squeezing.  Reversing my direction, I continued this sequence,

occasionally pausing to lick and suck on the head while pumping his

shaft with my left hand.  I wasn't even aware of Doug when he got on

the bed behind me until he lifted my skirt uncovering my (fortunately)

bare ass and pussy.  I automatically spread my knees apart giving Doug

easy access to my dripping slit.  He kissed me wetly on each ass cheek,

nibbling lightly then slid his hand through my legs and stroked me

gently from my lower belly to the sensitive area between my cunt and

ass hole.  I somehow continued working on Chris while Doug worked me

over good alternating the stroking motion with deep finger probes -

sometimes one, sometimes two - into my boiling hot pussy.  As good as

this felt, I wanted more and wasn't disappointed.  Doug finally stopped

stroking and moved up behind me.  For a while he just rubbed the head

of what felt to be a another thick prick against my burning clit.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and when his penis was sliding

past my sopping wet hole, I jammed myself back at him impaling myself

on a cock that had to be at least the equal of the one I was servicing

with my mouth and hands.  Doug grunted his approval at my action and

slowly pushed forward until I could feel his pubic hairs on my puckered

bung hole.  I doubt if I can adequately describe just how good I felt

at that moment - completely stuffed with cock and close to exploding.

Doug worked me with long, slow strokes that alternately brought the

very tip of his prick to my outer lips and then his crinkly pubes up

tight on my ass.  After I adjusted to his size and rhythm, I was able

to return to what I'd started with Chris - licking, sucking, and

stroking for all I was worth.  Soon I felt the head of Chris's cock

begin to swell in my mouth and his balls shifted upward.  He could feel

it too and sucked in a deep breath and arched his back forcing his cock

another couple of inches into my packed mouth.  I was torn between

wanting him to explode in me and wanting to watch him shoot his the wad

we'd both worked so hard to produce.  As a compromise, I sucked him

until the first hot spurt hit the back of my throat then pulled off and

pumped rapidly, continuing to work his balls with my other hand.  His

load was immense!  It must have taken at least 15 squirts to drain his

monster cock, not counting the the first and largest that I took in my

mouth and was still savoring.  With each squirt, his cock jumped in my

hand and shrank a little until finally, it grew soft and drooped over

my thumb.  Watching and feeling Chris's explosion coupled (no pun

intended) with the steady pounding Doug was giving my pussy was enough

to bring me to the edge.  I swallowed the mouthful of cum I'd been

enjoying, stuffed all of Chris's flaccid penis into my mouth and jammed

myself back at Doug as hard as I could, triggering the most intense

orgasm I had ever felt.  Even now, many years, lovers and orgasms

later, it still ranks right up there and its memory continues to serve

as a one of my favorite masturbatory fantasies!  Doug never slowed down

for a minute and his deep thrusts wrung shudder after shudder of

mini-climaxes from my drained body.  Completely wasted, I flopped down

on top of Chris, bringing Doug and his huge prick with me.  He

quickened his pace for a few minutes then pulled that magnificent cock

out of me.  My disappointment at his withdrawal was soon replaced with

wonder as he flipped me onto my back next to Chris and I caught sight

of the horse-cock that had brought me such pleasure.  While it was

indeed roughly the same size as Chris's, it looked very different.  the

head was smaller than the shaft which was covered by a veritable

network of bulging, pulsing veins.  He pulled my skirt down over my

ankles and, anticipating his desire, I worked my way out of my blouse

and bra.  Doug then moved up over me and slid his throbbing pole

between my soft white tits.  I pushed them up at the sides, using my

left hand to form a top for the love tunnel he was now fucking.  At

each forward stroke, his prick head pushed up toward my face, leaving a

few droplets of moisture on my chin.  It was a combination of my juices

and Doug's lubricating pre-cum.  By shifting slightly, I was able to

arrange it so that I could catch the moist tip in my mouth.  Never

having tasted pussy juice before, I was surprised at how good it was.

I was hoping to repeat my experience with Chris's load and get to both

taste and watch Doug cum and he didn't disappoint me.  After a couple

of minutes of good tit fucking, I felt the balls that had been rolling

around on my ribs pull up into his sack and saw the head of his cock

swell up and turn a deep purple.  Knowing he was close, I forced myself

up on his next forward stroke and took about half his cock into my

hungry mouth.  Doug grabbed my head with both hands and let go of his

steaming load.  Once I tasted his delicious cream, I pushed my head

backward and pulled his dick out and up with both hands.  He continued

spurting as I pumped him up and down, showering my face and neck with

hot thick cum.  When his squirting finally subsided, he rolled off

leaving me sandwiched between these two incredible men.



We all basked in afterglow for a while without speaking, my hands

squeezing their now soft cocks, a head on each tit and two hands

cupping my still tingling pussy.  Doug finally completed the formal

introductions and we all showered, dressed and rejoined the party -

even Chris!



This was the start of five great years in LA and I hope to be able to

share some of the adventures I had then and later with you all soon.



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