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Snippets 01

These are true stories from my life. They depict various experiences with partners I have had. These stories include sexual acts, and if you may not, should not, or don't want to read this, then do not read it.

This is a hobby, as well as a way to reminisce, perhaps in one or two cases, even to brag. My writing skills are not on a par with much of the other authors. I know this. Write to let me know you liked, or did not like a story, maybe even why, but don't bother critiquing my spelling and such. as2000_69@yahoo.com

Leslie

I was a freshman at a community college when I met Leslie. Leslie was ... unusual. She would speak as though sex was a sin, and she would go on about the Rapture, and she really seemed to BELIEVE... But, in the next breath, she would see the outline of a cock in someone's pants and lick her lips. I spent a lot of time talking with her and she had an incredible sex drive, combined with an intense guilt about it.

After a semester or so of steadily increasing testosterone levels, I finally convinced Leslie she should give me a try. We were both unattached and horny. She happened to love being eaten, and because I had little to no experience beyond some basic kissing, this seemed like just the ticket for me. So one fine spring afternoon, after class, we got into my beat old Ford van and went for a drive. I knew a rural road near the school where there should be some privacy.

We sat in the front seats for a while, while we nerved ourselves up. I assured her I would just eat her out, and this didn't constitute a new relationship, it was just two horny people taking care of each other's problem. She suggested going downtown for some pot, but not being a smoker, and not having any cash for pot, I didn't want to do that.

After quite a while of talking, Leslie made a comment about being uncomfortable, and took her bra off, from under her tee shirt. A more experienced man would have realized that was the turning point, but I was still trying to figure out how, or if I was going to get lucky. Who knew?

An agonizing period of time passed, and she finally said, "Okay, lets do this." and moved into the back of the van. My van, I should mention, used to be a utility van for the phone company. It was not a passenger van.

I found a scrap of cardboard for Leslie to lay on and flattened it. We slowly stripped, we were both too gun shy to just strip while the other was dressed. She complained about the fact that women are "compromised" before men in stripping ;)She laid back and I looked over her body. Leslie was not so much ugly, as not well maintained. I think good clothes and perhaps better personal care and less drugs, and maybe a few more brain cells, she would be a fine catch. But, I was finally going to get laid (or close to it, anyway) and I wouldn't have cared if she was 900 lbs and had a beard. Leslie was medium height, maybe 5'6". A little on the heavy side, but short of being fat. She had brownish blonde hair, wire frame glasses, some acne. Her tits were large, with big puffy nipples. Her pubes were not thick and bushy, so in light of later experience I think she may have kept them trimmed, but not shaved.

I kneeled in front of her and felt her tits with my hands. I sucked her nipples for a few minutes and then moved down to her pussy. As I came closer I caught a whiff of something. Her pussy had a strong odor, and of course I now realize it was a matter of cleaning, not the way pussies smell ordinarily. I nearly chickened out then, but I said to myself if I did not do this I would always regret it, so I forced myself down. I began to probe her lips with my tongue and fingers. She became very wet and I began tasting the fluids coming from her pussy. It was sort of tangy, and good. I got used to the smell, or it went away. After a few minutes I was trying to bury my face in her, rubbing my cheeks and nose into her crotch and tonguing her as deeply as I could.

After about 10 to 15 minutes of sucking, licking, caressing and otherwise molesting her pussy, with some fondling of the breasts and nipples, she became very red and started shaking. After a few moments, she pushed me away from her pussy and said it hurt now. She insisted she did not cum, that she never had cum in her life, but I'm just about certain she did and simply did not understand. I later found out she had been molested as a child, and perhaps she really did feel orgasms as pain. After her orgasm(?) I touched her asshole, which looked pink and inviting, but she said something about hemorrhoids and wouldn't let me do anything. Hmmm. Didn't look like she was in any pain, I guess she just didn't like butt play.

Well, after a few minutes of rest, and minor fondling, we sat up. She looked out the back window of the van and dived for the floor. There was another van parked behind us and they must have figured out what had just happened. Anyway, we got ourselves straightened out and I drove back to the school. I could smell Leslie on my face, which I had mixed feelings about now, and I stopped to freshen up. We had a snack at the cafe and parted.

The next day, Leslie was ready and willing to go again, but I was suffering the terminal guilts and held back. Over the next few years, we came close to having sex again, but never quite got to it. In retrospect, Leslie would have been a great time, but had so much emotional baggage I would have spent the rest of my life keeping her together.

Leslie, I hope your life worked out well. You were my first "real" sexual experience and I will never forget you.