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Snippets 02

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 case, even to brag. My writing skills are not on a par with some 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

Susan

Susan technically took my virginity. I had done quite a lot with other girls by then, but never *the* deed. I'd rather not say my actual age, because it's a trifle embarrassing, but I was a bit older than I should have been.

It was a plan, really. I asked Susan if she would like to go for a ride (I had a motorcycle) and after a few scheduling problems we finally found ourselves setting out one fine summer Saturday morning.

I picked Susan up at her apartment. I had carried passengers before, but not often, and she lived on a steep hill, so it was a little harrowing getting underway. We stopped at her bank so she could get some pocket money and got on the highway. There is a state route nearby, that had once been an Indian trail, and now is lined with souvenir shops and aluminum tee-pees along with some of the most breathtaking scenery and beautiful vistas. The only problem is the scenery starts a good hours drive from Susan's place.

Did I mention my motorcycle had a solo seat and a pillion pad? A solo seat is a seat not unlike what you would find on a bicycle, but wider and with much better padding. A three or four hour ride can make you saddle sore but you get used to it. A pillion pad is a small cushion about the size of a large, thick paperback book. Its a technical seat, and compresses to a thin, hard pad, about as comfy as that paperback.

We finally arrived at the pretty part of the trip, and enjoyed the sights. We stopped at some of the tourist traps and bought some junk. We had a bite to eat. I bought a raccoon hat. We stopped along the roadside and sat and talked. I visited a bush.

After a couple hours of sightseeing, we turned around and headed home. The trip back was not as fun, we were tired, the sights going were the same ones we'd seen coming. At one point I shifted to one of the "A" routes for variety, but we got caught in traffic and I moved back to the main road. I hadn't really noticed just how far away we had gotten, and the return trip turned into a drag. We were both dragging by the time we reached town - I can only imaging what Susan's butt felt like.

I suggested we stop to rest at my place, which was about 30 minutes closer than her apartment. She agreed and we pulled up to the house.

My roommate was away on a business trip, so we had the place to ourselves. We collapsed onto the sofa and leaned against each other. I tentatively stroked her hair and got a good response. I worked my way to her shoulders and neck and gave one of my patented neck rubs. We progressed to kissing, and I began to massage lower down her back and I rubbed her tits and felt her nipples getting hard under her blouse. Our kissing was now a tongue dance, and except for the clothes we were all but making love there on the sofa.

I crossed my fingers and paused, and asked, "Would you like to go upstairs?". My stomach dropped as she appeared to be considering it (I had been so CERTAIN!) but then she said (this is a quote): "I would love to go upstairs with you." I led her by the hand...

The top of the stairs approached. I remembered my room was not in the best condition for guests. Okay, it was a disaster. Thinking quickly, I took her to my roommate's room, not mine.

We stood at the end of the bed, and we helped each other out of our clothes. We lay down and went back to the kissing and other important business. This time, I had unimpeded access to her body and I worked slowly down, paying special attention to her breasts and nipples, her stomach and finally, I arrived at her pussy. My last experience in which I'd gotten this far had

some unpleasant aspects to it, and I was nervous about what I would find, but as I moved close to her, I breathed in. I say breathed in rather than "I smelled" or "I sniffed" because those words really wouldn't do justice to Susan. She smelled like a woman - not just stepped out of the shower, but she clearly took care of herself. The scent of her pussy was like perfume to me. I moved close and put my nose almost into her, and breathed. I have never forgotten that moment. It was like everything suddenly went right in the world.

I touched her lips with my tongue. I traced little circles and followed the outlines of her lips. I sucked in the little flaps of loose flesh and pulled gently. She was starting run in streams and I would catch each one as it dripped out of her. She tasted as nice as she smelled. I probed deeper inside her and found the fluids somewhat thicker and tastier. I covered her clitoris with my mouth and began to gently and rhythmically suck. Her hips were moving hard now pushing her pussy onto my face.

I moved my face a little further down and pressed my nose into her pussy. I rubbed her all over my face and then... I reached out my tongue and touched her asshole. I could hardly believe I was doing this, but I pushed harder and tongued her. I spread her bottom with my hands and made love to little rosebud. I pushed my tongue as deep as it could go and tasted the muskiness within her.

Finally the moment arrived. I moved up and kissed her again, and positioned myself at her wet opening. I pushed at her and slid smoothly in. After all the years of waiting, watching dirty movies, wishing, I was finally no longer a virgin. I thrust into her as deeply as I could. I felt her smooth, slick sheath moving up and down along my cock. I tried to use very long, slow strokes, because I was on the verge of cumming and I wanted it to last. After a few minutes, some of it with me barely moving, I felt a series of tremors around my cock. Her pussy was trembling on me, and I was certain she came then. This tipped me over the edge and I came. My cum flowed out of me, and suddenly her pussy was hotter and wetter than ever.

I collapsed on her and held myself in place as long as I could. I wanted to stay inside forever, but inevitably I slipped out.

We cuddled for a little longer, and then cleaned up. I drove her the rest of the way home in my car. We were both too sore to think of getting on the bike again.

I hugged her and kissed her, and I went home happy, knowing I was no longer a technical virgin.