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Make a Woman Out of Me, Part 1

As always, names have been changed. I'll present this story in two parts, but long story short, Melissa and I met when we were 17 and 16 years old respectively, I was still a little bit overweight and shy, and we didn't really connect (pun intended) until we ended up working at the same supermarket when she was 19 and I had just turned 18. She seduced me after she talked me into skinny dipping in her family's swimming pool, and we fucked all over their house. We spent the entire summer fucking, then most of my Christmas break from my freshman year of college, then she cheated on me and we broke up. We didn't really speak for about 30 years until we reconnected, and boy did we; but that's part 2 of the story.

The short of this all was that while we had some kind of sexual activity almost every day during the summer of 1989, I had only seen Melissa naked once, and that was when she seduced me after skinny dipping in her parents' pool. She was attending a junior college and lived with her parents. I had just turned 18 and lived with my parents. Both of our families were conservative and Christian, and premarital sex in their homes was definitely unacceptable. So we'd have mostly-clothed car sex, or she'd drop her panties and we'd fuck in an alley or behind a vacant building.

Thing is, Melissa was (and still is!) a great looking woman. At the time her physical appearance embodied all of the sexy elements of Madonna, but with a tight and muscular physique that was sculpted through her obsession with aerobics. She is 5'10" with legs that seem to extend to heaven, and back then she'd carry this gigantic purse -- she called it her "slut kit" -- where she'd stash her stiletto heels, low-cut blouses, mini skirts, etc., such that she'd look like a Catholic school girl when she left her parents' house, but a total smoke show as we'd walk, hand in hand, on our dates -- a couple of towns away from our own small town.

Time was ticking down towards the day where I'd be going 1,000 miles away to start my freshman year of college. Melissa asked me if there was anything she could get me as a going away gift. I suggested that perhaps we spend a "naked day" together, and that it would be a great idea because it was also free of charge. (She laughed at my naivety.). I asked her to dress nice and sexy for me on that day, and she said that she loved the idea. We decided to make this happen on the day that I'd be leaving for college. She'd come over in the morning after my parents left for work -- I told my parents that she'd be helping me finish packing -- and we'd get the chance to be naked and fuck all day... before my parents and I hit the road to college at 10pm.

On the day of the event, I rushed to pack up all of my shit, and had a neat pile of boxes sitting in the living room by the time Melissa arrived. Plus, I had already showered. I was somewhat disappointed when I answered the door and she was wearing a conservative blouse, stirrup pants, and flats, but she patted her "slut kit" before she gave me the sexiest french kiss. She told me that she'd be up in a bit and that I should wait upstairs in my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally I heard the "thud, thud, thud" of her coming up the carpeted stairs before the clack of what I presumed were her sexy heels on the hardwood floor of the upstairs balcony. And then she appeared, like the culmination of all my teenage fantasies. Was she Tawny Kitaen? Was she Kelly LeBroch? Was she Vanity? The hand-cut jeans mini skirt was barely there. The worn concert t-shirt that she tied right under her tits was sexy beyond belief. The black stiletto heels? Dynamite. Plus, she wasn't wearing a bra, and it was obvious. The pencil-like nipples that adorned her C-cup breasts were straining through the fraying fabric of her t-shirt. The former high school cheerleader, which to this day remains very surprising to me, wanted to spend the day fucking... with me!

I stood up and I grabbed her and absorbed her into my large frame. One hand was on her ass cheek and the other was mercilessly squeezing her nipples through that sexy concert t-shirt as we frenched. But she had other plans. After she broke our kiss, she sat me down on the edge of the bed once again, and she started undressing me slowly. She practically kissed and licked every inch of my body. By the time that she was blowing me (she had only blown me briefly during our tryst following how she seduced me for the first time after we skinny dipped in her family's pool), I was losing control of my body. My legs felt like jello. I loved the way that she looked as she blew me, continually making eye contact as she tongued my gigantic mushroom head (I'm not really hung, but I have a huge head, and I'm super thick), using her hand as a way to bring additional pleasure, rotating it around my cock in between swallowing me into her throat. Plus she kept reaching up and pinching my nipples. This was a new sensation, and I couldn't believe how great it felt.

She disrobed slowly and deliberately. She was about to take off her heels when I stopped her. She was like, "I thought that you wanted me to be totally nude?" And I said something dumb like, "well, your heels are pretty." Again, I was only 18 at the time. Still, she kept them on.

Next thing you know, we're fucking on my bed. Then she taught me how to eat her pussy (she came, but I didn't know what that was at the time). Then we're fucking on the balcony. I held her up against a wall and fucked her, both with her holding her arms around my neck, and with her being really tall in her heels, with her holding her arms against the wall as I fucked her from behind. We fucked in my parents' bed. We fucked in my sister's bed. We fucked as I bent her over the couch in the living room. We fucked, as I stood on a stool, with her spread eagle on the kitchen counter.

It's not like I was a 30-second guy. I tried to go long, if you will, as frequently as possible. But all of the changes in positions and locations kept my attention and excitement. "Maybe I'll never fuck someone like this ever again, in particular a woman as sexy as Melissa," I said to myself, as I tried to retain my composure.

We ended up back in my bedroom, she wearing nothing but her sexy, black, stiletto heels. I was taking her missionary on my carpeted floor, as she continued pinching my nipples and talking dirty about how she loved my sex and so on. She told me to throw her legs over my shoulders, and she was right. I just kept hitting her deeper and deeper. And then it happened.

As she continued pinching my nipples, like really, really hard, she commanded me, "MAKE A WOMAN OUT OF ME FOR THE FIRST TIME. I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME!" And that's when I lost it. I shot rope after rope of my youthful spunk into her cunt, and I did so without regret. I got a little paranoid, once I pulled out, about leaving cum stains on the carpet, plus I somehow was excited to see my cum dripping out of her, such that I scooped my cum back into her pussy, threw her legs over my shoulders without being asked, and came in her for a second time.

We continued this ritual of me cumming in her for the next couple of hours. By the time that my parents got home, she looked "straight" once again, wearing the boring outfit that she arrived with in the morning. We had a tearful goodbye (by that point, her parents both joined us in the living room), and I started my freshman year in high school.

My first go-round with Melissa was my first raw and primal experience with sex. I can't tell you part 2 without telling you part 1. We ended up dating and more 30+ years later, and I can't wait to share part 2 with you soon.

(As it turns out, she was on the pill, but nobody knew. Did I want to knock her up? You betcha. But at the same time, neither of us had any financial means to support having a child, so it's certainly for the best that we didn't get our wish.)

See you in part 2.