Legs Wide on the Exam Table: Recalling My Raw First Fuck

I stepped into the small dark room as told. Folded each piece of clothing neatly. Stacked them high to steady my shaking hands. Panties and bra last. Goosebumps prickled my skin. That morning’s cute lingerie had felt perfect, boosting my nerve, cupping my tits just right. Now naked. I slipped on the thin white shirt from the hook. Almost see-through. Way too short. Bare ass and pussy mound exposed. Sigh. I’d chosen this. No backing out.

Pushed the facing door. Shock hit. No bed like I’d stupidly hoped. Black moleskin exam table glared back. Shiny stirrups gleamed cruelly. Obscene chrome reflections mocked me. I knew why I was here. No concessions. But this setup? Brutal.

The Approach

Tall blond guy faced away. Broad shoulders. Blond hair. Barely turned. ‘Install yourself, please.’ Voice soft, warm. Tender almost. But commanding. I climbed up. Ass on the edge. Feet in stirrups. Knees clamped tight by instinct. Minutes ticked. He circled slow. Gentle hands parted my knees. ‘Relax.’ Calm order wrapped around me. Muscles unclenched. Hadn’t realized how rigid I’d been.

He leaned in between my legs. Warm hand on one thigh. I parted wider without thinking. Through the shirt, my dark areolas rose and fell fast. He palmed the other thigh. Opened me more. Leaned closer. He could smell me. Wet already? Stood back so I could see. Smiled. ‘Sorry. Short wait.’ Gone.

Panic surged. Legs splayed wide. Pussy on display. If someone burst in? Mortifying. Close knees? Yank feet out? Sit up? Couldn’t. Stayed offered. Exposed. Heart hammered. One thought looped. Him. Our eyes locking days ago. Furtive glances turned bold games. Week? Longer? Sat next to him first chance. His hand in mine. Electric shiver.

Stolen kisses when alone. Temples first. Cheeks. Then mouth. Owned me. Hands framing my face. Tongues tangled. Saliva mixed endless. Footsteps in hall. Broke apart. Life rushed back.

Weeks of dark corners. Fierce kisses. His hard cock nudged through jeans. My hand grazed under his shirt. Hours without touch? Agony. Drunk on his scent. Fingers in his hair. Tongue on neck. Alone in bed, fingers raw on my clit. But with him? Time stopped. How plan when kissing was everything?

That night. Friends’ dinner pre-club. Ignored crude jokes about us. No food, no drinks. Devoured each other. Music? Friends gone. Door slammed. Alone. Finally.

My move. Unbuttoned his shirt. Nose in soft chest hair. Licked nipples. Shoulders. Belly. Navel. Yanked belt. ‘I want to taste you everywhere.’ He stripped fast. I devoured every inch. He attacked back. Kissed new skin. No keeping panties. Tongue plunged my pussy. Forgot all. Sat me on sofa. Squatted between thighs. Grabbed his balls, legs, ass, belly. Sucked. Caressed. Bit. Fucked his cock with my hand. Mine with his. Violent. Teeth clashed in kisses.

Trembling, he lay beside. Cock slapped my thigh. Pussy clenched empty. Eyes locked. Grave. No condom. Shook heads.

The Instant

He hunted rooms. Empty. Cold without him. Back heavy. Pumped his cock desperate. Sucked hard. Cum flooded my mouth. Salty relief.

Cuddled tight. Fingers in my pussy. Not enough. Clit throbbed furious. Frustration burned.

He soothed. Long strokes everywhere. Still craved. Whispered, ‘I’ll pull out.’ Sunburst.

Legs wrapped him. Guided thick cock. Slid in bare. Thrusts flooded pleasure. Filled deep. Sweat-slick bodies synced. I came hard, shattering. He yanked out fast. Licked warm cum flecks off his belly. Passed out on rug.

Woke shivering. Dressed giggling like kids. Door kiss. ‘Thanks.’ Felt like vows.

Weeks later, his eyes said it. Not my kids’ dad.

Blond doc returned. Shiver. Tits swollen. Blush hot. Pussy soaked? Local numbs? He sat between legs. ‘Let’s go. No fear.’ Soft command.

No fear. Nurse’s voice echoed sharp. ‘Didn’t they say the semen is fertile?’

Eyes shut. Soon over. Innocence gone. New path opened.