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My First Time (MF, 1st, true)
By Seaman (sea-man@ev1.net)
***
This is the story of my first sexual experience, it's
true. Although things didn't work out for a permanent
relationship, I will always remember my first lover. She
has lots of friends, some perhaps reading this group, and
I'd hate to embarrass her.
For this reason, her name has been changed and geographic
details have been obscured. The conversations are, of
course, synthesized (I wasn't taking notes at the time)
but are as I remember them. I've included plenty of
graphic detail to get you stiff or wet, but the
pedophiles might as well go on to the next posting
because *this* story is about losing my virginity at age
30.
I don't know why, exactly, I waited so long. My family
wasn't religious and I didn't grow up thinking sex was
shameful nor was I saving myself for after I was married.
I *was* shy; in high school I went on a few dates but
never did more than a little kissing.
I've wondered since then whether the girls were relieved
or disappointed. Even a stint in the Navy left me a
virgin. I had no interest in going to a prostitute for my
first time yet, being shy, I took a long time to get to
know anyone, much less women.
The changes in duty stations happened too soon to develop
any kind of a relationship. Instead, I cultivated the
fine art of masturbation. Finally I got out and went to
work for a large technical firm where I met Kim.
We worked in different departments that were quite a ways
from each other. I'd been in the habit of taking lunch
with several others from my department and for reasons I
don't remember, she attached herself to the group.
Kim stood five foot one and weighed (I found out later)
about 105 pounds -- not what you could call svelte but
she looked fine to me. Her hair was brunette, straight,
and fairly long, about to the bottom of her shoulder
blades. She wore it simply, parting it in the middle and
tucking it behind her ears. Her eyes were hazel in a
square face and her skin was very fair and fresh.
She was still being asked her I.D. in bars at 28 and wore
no makeup except for two quick stripes of eyeliner she'd
put on before a date (she dubbed the fifteen second
ceremony her "instant beauty"). She had a nice figure,
36B (again, I found this out later) and a round rump,
displayed most effectively the days she wore pants to
work. She was a year younger than I and her whole
attitude was perky without being annoying. She was a
delight to talk to and the whole group enjoyed her
company.
I found her warm, friendly personality easy to like and
my usual shyness didn't kick in. After a only month or so
of lunches, I asked if she'd like a date. She said no,
she was involved with someone. I was disappointed, but it
didn't sound like it was a permanent arrangement. In the
next six months or so, I asked a couple of more times,
trying to strike a balance between letting her know I was
still interested and being a pest. Finally, in September,
she said yes; I was delighted.
I belonged to a film club that showed old movies in a
40s-vintage theater. "Pat and Mike," one of the Tracy-
Hepburn couplings, was playing along with another Spencer
Tracy movie too obscure to remember now. We went to a
Chinese restaurant in the neighborhood and then to the
double feature.
Kim was a little shy during the date, considering we had
known each other across the lunch table for six months. I
put it down to first-date jitters (I had them too), but I
found out, months later, that she'd chosen a pair of
panties a little too old and split the crotch getting
into the car. Though she knew it was completely
undetectable and had pantyhose on in any event, she still
felt more vulnerable than she liked.
The date passed enjoyably if quietly. Kim lived in one of
those mongo apartment complexes where the cars park on
the perimeter and the buildings are scattered on acres of
land with green space in between.
I walked her back to where she lived with her roommate,
held her hand a moment at her door as we said the
obligatory "had a good time" phrases, and watched her go
inside. She told me later that she had commented on my
lack of forwardness to her roommate who asked, "What is
he, gay?" (No, just shy).
We started going to that film club about once a week and
also to other movies or museums, or exchanged dinners at
our places (her roomie moved out at some time during this
period). These dates were still quite chaste; I still
considered Kim "just" a good friend at the time, as she
did me. Though we had long conversations and a little
wine (neither she nor I were much for drinking) nothing
physical was happening beyond an occasional touch on the
shoulder or the like.
Then, in February, she'd come to my place Sunday evening
for dinner. On Saturday and earlier that day, she'd been
helping some friends of hers move and she complained she
was feeling stiff. After we ate, I offered to work on her
shoulders and back.
She thought that was a great idea so I got a comforter
out and laid it on the floor. Kim laid face down on it
and after kicking off my shoes, I knelt by her head to
knead her scapulae and run my thumbs both sides of her
spine to her waist through her knit sweater. She was not
wearing a bra and I marveled at the uninterrupted sweep
of her back under my hands. Then, to work on the top of
her shoulders, I shifted to straddle her waist.
I was keenly aware of her warmth between my thighs and
the softness of her rump under mine. This was the most
intimate I had ever touched any woman and I loved the
intimacy and trust she showed. (I later took lessons in
massage and eventually became certified as a
practitioner, but that's another story.) I had to stop at
one point to surreptitiously arrange my trapped cock as
it lengthened a bit.
After about twenty minutes I'd done what I could and
flopped down on the comforter next to Kim. She turned
over and we talked about nothing in particular for about
a half hour, looking at the ceiling. Then, suddenly on
impulse, I raised onto one elbow and looked her in the
eyes.
"Would you like for me to kiss you?" I asked nervously.
"Yes," she replied quietly. "I would."
I leaned over her and kissed her lightly on the lips. We
broke a moment later and she smiled.
"Nice," I commented and stroked her hair. She smiled
again and, taking that as an invitation, I kissed her
again, deeper this time with a little tongue play.
That was the end of the conversation for a while. We
kissed intermittently for about half an hour as we lay on
the floor. Still shy about touching her too intimately, I
caressed only her face and neck; she returned the favor a
little more boldly down my chest.
Gradually I wound up mostly on top of her and we clasped
each other. She was aroused enough that her nipples
showed under the sweater and I thrilled to feel her
breasts move against me when we hugged but I was still
too shy even to try cupping them through the sweater yet.
*I* was also aroused, completely erect now, but if she
could feel it between us, she didn't say or do anything.
Neither of us was ready for any more yet and gradually
our passions tapered off to a dull heat. After a final
embrace and kiss in the doorway, Kim left to go back to
her own place.
As soon as the door closed behind her I opened my
trousers, freed my stiff cock from my underwear, and
peeled them both down to step out of them. I laid face up
on the comforter and began to masturbate. I thought of
Kim kneeling next to me and imagined it was her hand on
my penis as I methodically removed her clothing.
Already halfway to orgasm from my encounter, I didn't get
far in my fantasy. After stroking only a minute or two,
about the time I was peeling down her panties in my mind,
I climaxed. So anxious had I been, I hadn't fetched a
tissue and as a massive measure of semen landed on my
hand and shirt, her face and imagined body were what
fired my erotic imagination.
We continued to see each other once or twice a week but
with a lot more intimacy than before. At the film club,
I'd put a hand on her flank, or hold her hand in mine and
gently stroke the back of it and down the length of her
fingers.
We were lingering over a kiss before parting now, and
when we were at each other's places, the kissing sessions
after dinner were definitely escalating into necking
sessions -- open-mouthed kissing with a lot of tongue-
play, her hand on the inside of my thigh and mine on
hers, though not too far up if she was in a skirt, and
caressing her breasts through her clothing ("first base"
I suppose).
Sometime during this period, though neither of us
mentioned it out loud, we both became aware that we would
eventually be making love. But not yet. By an unspoken
mutual agreement we were letting the desire build.
I hadn't told Kim I was a virgin. During this period, in
conversations, I found out that Kim had lost her
virginity at age 19 and that I would be her sixth lover,
including a marriage, which had failed after six months
(he was an alcoholic). I jokingly asked what she'd think
of a guy "our age" who was inexperienced sexually.
"I'd think it was very strange," was her emphatic reply.
Ulp. I vaguely mentioned a girl I'd known in junior
college and "my one visit" to a bawdy house in the
Pacific giving her the impression that I did have *some*
experience sexually, but not much. About six months later
I told her the truth and she said that I'd hidden it very
well.
"There were a few fumbles at first," she said. "But no
more than any new lover; nothing that made me say 'he
doesn't know what he's doing!'" My biggest regret of the
whole relationship was that I'd robbed her of the thrill
of knowing she was my first at the time we did it. (Or is
this strictly a "male thing?" Comments, ladies? Would you
liked to have known?)
Then one night, when we were at Kim's place, an invisible
barrier beyond simple necking was crossed. She was lying
on her couch and I was kneeling on the floor by her head
kissing her (again) and gently toying with a boob. Having
been this far before, the warm resilience of her breasts,
contained in a brassiere under a sweater or blouse, was
familiar but this time she was wearing a blouse with the
top button rather lower than usual and a teasing bit of
the lace on her bra showed underneath.
For the first time, I slipped a hand inside her blouse
above that button to hold her left cup and the flesh it
contained. Kim smiled, saying nothing, but her eyes were
shining with the excitement. I massaged her breast a few
times, thrilled at the soft warmth, intrigued to feel her
nipple stiffen. Trembling by now, I withdrew, then
unbuttoned her blouse down to where it disappeared into
her skirt and spread it open, exposing all of her bra. It
was pink in color, taut with its contents, and showed the
peaks of her nipples.
Emboldened, I reached out and gently tweaked the two
bumps, then went one step further. The bra was the front-
closure type with a plastic catch you snap open and slide
apart, one side up and the other down. I did just that,
peeled the cups open and out spilled her breasts, the
first time I'd had any within reach.
They didn't spill far and her rose-pink nipples were
offered in the center of their mounded breasts, almost a
half-inch higher than the corrugated areolae that tended
them. Her right breast had a small mole, inboard just
about an inch from the nipple (I grew to love that mole
in the next few months).
I had fixated on her tits rather than her face, though,
or I might have noticed the doubt appearing in her eyes;
I should have asked first. Before I could touch her soft
treasures, Kim squirmed uncomfortably (jiggle!) and made
a half-completed gesture to cover herself. Still holding
the bra halves, I looked at her face with concern.
"No?" I asked softly.
"Ummmm," she said a little plaintively and shrinking a
bit, obviously torn between disappointing me and feeling
coerced.
"Okay," I said, and closed her bra, pulling the cups back
over her breasts and snapping the catch closed. I
probably could have stopped there but I resolutely
buttoned her blouse back up before kissing her again, and
caressing her through the blouse. Weeks later, when we
were lovers, she told me that she hadn't been ready to
"go all the way" and was afraid she'd to have to put up a
fight.
"I wasn't ready either," I told her. "I was disappointed
not to touch them, and would have loved to suck them but
had no thoughts of getting you naked. Still, I could
understand your reluctance; it was too much of an
escalation and we might not have been able to stop.
Anyway, they were *your* boobs. If you didn't want them
played with I wasn't going to press the issue."
"That made it all right," she said. "It surprised me and
I knew then that I could trust you. If you'd taken them
out later I wouldn't have objected that time (now she
tells me!) and that moment I knew for sure then that we
were going to be lovers." Sometimes virtue is more than
its own reward.
Events conspired, however, and that was the last time for
several weeks that we were able to be that intimate.
Somehow we didn't spend any time in each other's places
and Kim was too shy for much petting in public places.
One indicator of her growing trust and sense of intimacy
with me was that while she would invariably wear a bra if
we went to a restaurant or other lighted place, if our
sole destination was the darkened theater club, she'd go
without.
We'd sit in the back row of the theater and miss a lot of
the movie kissing and caressing. One glorious time, she
guided my hand inside her blouse as we were saying
goodbye in the car, so I took home the memory of a kiss
and her breast filling my hand, a nipple between my
fingers. But it was too light in the parking space to
risk exposure so I hadn't *seen* it again. The desire,
though, was building rapidly. I felt like a teen-ager.
Then, it was my thirtieth birthday, a Friday. Kim treated
me to dinner at a Moroccan restaurant -- about a two-hour
meal -- and yet another movie. Since we'd been in a
restaurant she had a bra on this time so I was
circumspect during the dinner and movie. After, though,
we returned to my place "for some coffee." This was the
first time we'd been alone since I'd overstepped, then
retreated, and my libido was in full swing.
I was hoping, but I didn't say anything as we entered my
apartment. Kim went into the bathroom as I started the
coffee brewing. I heard the toilet flush, the sink run,
and a minute later she came out, with her shoes in one
hand and her pantyhose in the other. She'd never had a
reason to remove them before; a thrill went through me.
"Does this mean you want to?" I asked, the first time
either of us actually spoke aloud, however obliquely,
what we both knew was going to happen.
"Uh huh," she answered shyly as she stashed the hose in
her purse then came over and hugged me. "Happy birthday,"
she said before kissing me. I held her tight and we stood
several seconds, rocking a bit.
I was still acquiring furniture after my stint in the
Navy and didn't have much yet. There was a mattress,
sheets, and blankets in the bedroom but absolutely no
lights -- it was pitch dark in there. After explaining
this problem to Kim, I said, "I want to see you; can we
make love here in the living room?"
"Anywhere's fine," she said.
I didn't have a couch, either. There were a couple of
beanbag chairs in which we had cuddled several times when
we'd been talking, but they were a bit restrictive for
what we had in mind tonight, so I got the comforter out
again and spread it on the floor.
I took off my shoes and socks and pulled the belt from my
trousers before we laid down on the comforter to begin
necking quite a bit more hungrily than ever before. In
just a few minutes I was caressing her breasts inside her
blouse and *very* shortly after that I was opening it.
This time I pulled the tails out of the denim skirt she
was wearing and removed it completely.
The bra she was wearing this time was another snap-front,
black this time, and what wasn't lace was a bit
transparent. Her desire to make love obviously was no
spur of the moment impulse. I admired the dimly seen
circles of her areolae while I knelt over her and she
reached up to unbutton my shirt and remove it. I laid
next to her, slipped a strap off her shoulder, and kissed
where it had been a moment ago. Then we kissed open-
mouthed.
As our tongues played, Kim caressed my chest and downward
while I cupped her left breast, delving under the
slackened cup to find the stiff nipple. When the kiss
finally broke I sat up and wasted only a moment slipping
the other strap off her shoulder and snapping the catch
to free her breasts. I held the bra open while she
shrugged her arms out of the straps, then I dropped it to
take a boob in each hand and gently cup them.
Before I could get far in my erotic massage, Kim pulled
me down and kissed me deeply, offering her tongue again.
I sucked it in and offered mine in exchange. I could feel
her twin treasures move against my chest as we shifted in
our embrace. Then I worked my way down her front, kissing
her chin, throat, and on down to between her breasts. I
moved to the right, kissing that mole and onto the mound
of her tit. There I teased the tip, licking the firm,
fleshy bullet a few times before drawing it in as if to
nurse.
She began to sigh as I drew her nipple in deeply and
massaged it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
Meanwhile I played with her left breast with my right
hand, clasping the warm, soft flesh and gently tugging
the nipple. Then I switched breasts while I caressed her
knee and north a few inches.
When my mouth got tired, I released her nipple, kissed
her, then laid on my back next to her. Kim raised onto
one elbow and caressed my chest some more (she told me
later that she'd detected my chest hair through my shirt
during our necking sessions and couldn't wait to play
with it).
Then she moved down my belly for a moment before opening
my trousers and playing her fingers over the white jockey
shorts I was wearing (virgin's underwear -- I soon bought
sexier) sliding down alongside my penis to cup my balls a
moment through the cotton while we kissed. A small part
of me was beginning to worry because I wasn't erect yet.
Then, breasts swaying, she knelt over me and pulled my
trousers off to toss them in the corner before lying next
to me on her side, head to foot. Her hands up slipped up
the inside of my thighs to caress the bulge in my briefs.
I rolled to my side and returned the favor, sliding my
right hand under her skirt, teasing the inside of her
thighs as I headed north.
When I reached her crotch, Kim lifted her upper leg a bit
and I slid my fingertips along the edge of her panties,
still hidden under her skirt. I slid two fingers up and
down the warm flesh a couple of times before palming her
love mound. She sighed once more and caressed my cock
through my briefs.
After a minute of this, I withdrew my hand and sat up to
work on getting her denim skirt off. The two buttons on
the waistband were a bit of a struggle before they
yielded. Then it was the work of a moment to unzip the
side and pull her skirt off. I braced the backs of her
knees with my arm and she heaved her bottom up a bit to
help, then there she was in just her panties, such as
they were, another clue that this evening had been
planned before she left.
They were a light blue and opaque, but very brief. Cut
low on the hips with scarcely more than strings of
elastic on her hips, a small delta of a g-string over her
mons was all that she had in front. Deep between her legs
it was scarcely a half-inch wide over her pussy and a
teasing bit of her pubes had escaped on either side.
I moved between her legs, spread them wide and more hair
escaped entirely, leaving just the innermost part of her
sex hidden. I traced one slow finger down her center from
the top edge of her panties to that thin strip of nylon
between me and her vulva. Finally I was able to tear my
eyes away from Kim's loins to her face where she was
smiling broader than ever. It was time to ask the
question.
"Are you protected? I have some condoms in the bathroom."
This was a bit unusual in those pre-AIDS days but, like I
said, it had been some weeks where we both knew we were
going to "do it" and I'd done some shopping.
"Uh, huh," Kim replied. "An IUD; I'd prefer you bare."
I laid next to her, pulled her close, and we spent a few
minutes embracing and kissing. She threw one leg over
mine and I passed my upper hand down her back and onto
her ass. Between the cut of her panties and the rolling
around we'd already done, a good bit of her nether
cleavage was already exposed. I slid one hand under the
waistband to stroke and gently squeeze one soft, cool
cheek a few times, then I pushed her back to roll on top
of her. She spread her legs and cocked her pelvis to meet
me as I put some weight on her.
We embraced, then began humping in our underwear. We
kissed and gasped as my cotton and her nylon ground
together and she caressed my calves with her heels. I
clasped her and could feel the stiff points of her
breasts on my chest but the little alarm in me was louder
now: I *still* wasn't erect. I told myself not to worry.
The unobstructed sight of her pussy would get things
started.
Gasping, I rolled off her onto my left side and Kim
rolled to her right. We spent a moment caressing each
other's faces and hair. "I love you, Kim," I said and
slid a hand into her panties. It passed over the thicket
of her pubes and down until my fingers were between her
thighs, then I curled them slightly to sink my middle
finger into the wet slit of her pussy.
"I love you too," she said and slid *her* hand into my
briefs to grasp the head of my penis (I'm circumcised).
She didn't say anything about its lack of firmness.
We spent only a minute like this. Her panties were tight
so there wasn't a lot of room to play around in, and the
thin waistband was uncomfortable on the back of my hand.
I soon sat up and knelt beside her knees again. Her
disarrayed panties were not doing much to protect her
modesty; they had slipped down so a good bit of her bush
was showing at the top and that half-inch band over her
pussy was slack, so it teased more than hid. I slipped my
thumbs under the strings at the sides to finish the job.
As I pulled the last bit of her clothing down, fully
exposing her love mound in front, a second, perfectly
timed heave of her bottom let the seat clear and a moment
later the skimpy nylon was down to her ankles and tossed
aside.
I stared entranced at my first nude woman. She lay as
demurely as she could stark naked as my gaze roved her
body, from closed thighs to the brunette triangle at the
center of her womanly hips to the sexy indentation of her
navel to her rosy-nippled breasts, then finally her face.
She seemed a bit unsure, as if finally revealed, she
would not appeal to me; one knee slid partially over the
top of the other as she instinctively strived to protect
her sex. "God, you're beautiful," I managed to whisper.
Kim's smile returned, and she relaxed. Then in final
surrender, she drew her legs up and open, offering her
secret flesh.
I sat for a while, admiring her while I caressed the
insides of her thighs. Her pubic hair had never been
trimmed, so it was quite lush, filling the whole vee of
her mons and continuing between her legs onto her outer
lips on either side. It was so lush, in fact, I could see
nothing of Kim's pussy itself, just her sexual fur, and
it was months later before I discovered the mole she had
on her mound just to the side of the cleft.
After a minute, I slid my hands up her thighs and with my
thumbs found where her outer lips touched and slowly
teased them apart. Upwards I slid my thumbs, exposing
Kim's inner flesh like a moist tropical fruit. In the
center, her coral-colored inner lips were very short so
even without parting them I could see the closed mouth of
her vagina and the round head of her clitoris.
It was small -- the shaft was buried in the flesh of her
mound and just the end peeped from the hood in the center
of her cleft. All of the instruction books I'd read told
how sensitive women's clits were so I carefully pushed
the hood back to fully expose her pea-sized glans, then
gently touched it.
"Is this too much?" I asked.
"No," she sighed. "Keep it up."
As it turned out, Kim *loved* to have her clitoris played
with quite firmly, as have the other lovers I have had
since. I don't know if I've run into a bunch of horny
women or if those pre-sexual revolution women (those were
*old* books) were more sensitive than today's.
I toyed with Kim's button for a minute, pushing the hood
up and down over the firm, short shaft where it emerged
from her flesh and ever so gently stroking the head with
my thumb. Kim began to sigh and rock her pelvis in coital
motions. Continuing to massage her clit with its own
hood, with my other hand I parted her moist inner lips
and slid my middle finger deep into the rose heat her
vagina.
She was warm and slippery inside and I could hear a quiet
"glick" as I pumped that digit in and out of her pussy.
She sighed again and continued to buck her hips in
counterpoint to my thrusting, eyes closed. I abandoned
her clit to concentrate on stroking her pussy, inserted
my ring finger, and stimulated her with the other fingers
on her outer labia.
Meanwhile the alarm in my head was very loud now. Here I
was, seeing the woman I loved naked, finger-fucking her,
and my cock might as well have been in the next county
for all the attention it was paying. What would it take?
I paused, stripped off my briefs without taking my
fingers out of her (yes, it was awkward) and resumed
stroking her. The thrill of being nude with her was muted
by my traitorous cock.
Eyes still closed, Kim raised her knees higher and began
to toy with her nipples, breathing deeply. I inserted my
index finger and plunged all three into her from the
shoulder, rotating my wrist back and forth as I did so.
Meanwhile I was stimulating my limp penis with my other
hand, trying to get *some* kind of a rise so it could
join the fun. Nothing.
After a few minutes, she moved one hand down to cover
mine and I upped the tempo. Her other hand joined in to
play with her clitoris, then a moment later she inhaled
sharply, convulsed once, then sighed quietly. (I was to
find out that this was a typical orgasm for Kim -- she
wasn't a screamer.)
I pulled out of her cunt and she opened her eyes to smile
at me. My whole front tingled as I realized a woman was
seeing me naked for the first time, but if anything, my
penis shrank a bit. If she was surprised to see a
dangling dick, she didn't say anything, but instead
opened her arms in invitation.
I laid down on top of her in an embrace again and we
ground our genitals together. Kim had her legs spread
wide and I lay between them, thrusting my hips down as
she bucked upwards to meet me. All in all it was a good
imitation of missionary fucking except there was no
penetration. I could feel her wet pussy lips slide up and
down my soft shaft and I shifted my hips a bit so that I
could reach down to rub the head directly on her vulva --
nothing.
Desperate by now I sat up and knelt again, scooting close
to her and grasping my penis just behind the glans to rub
it up and down her slit. Then I tried to stuff it into
her pussy. The old expression of "trying to shoot pool
with a rope" went through my head. I had no trace of an
erection. Whether it was first-time jitters, the late
hour or what, I was completely impotent.
"It's just not working," I said in despair.
"That's all right," she replied, opening her arms again,
and I laid down into her embrace.
Wait a minute. I can hear the audience out there now:
"What's *with* these two? Didn't they ever hear about
oral stimulation?" from the more erudite. "What about a
fuckin' blowjob?" from the troglodytes. Let's digress a
bit.
This was before VCRs made porn available in your living
room. I'd been to one of those raincoat theaters only a
couple times so my actually *seeing* oral sex was
limited. In any event, to ask for lingual attention flat
never occurred to me.
As for Kim, well this is conjecture because I never asked
her, but I think it never occurred to her either. She was
actually conservative about sex (as I found out in the
next few months and especially when I had another
partner). The positions we used almost always were
missionary (like everyone), and female superior with an
occasional side-by-side thrown in.
We tried some of the milder variations only a time or
two, but not even something as exotic as rear entry
(doggie style). Anal intercourse was right out -- I never
dared to ask -- and we had oral sex exactly once, as part
of foreplay about a year after we started. I loved eating
her pussy and the taste of her musk but I could tell that
she was experimenting and little tentative; my thought at
the time was that she'd never had a cock in her mouth
before.
Don't get me wrong; Kim was no prude. She enjoyed sex and
loved orgasms but I think that she was put off by the ...
mechanics of intercourse like fluids escaping. As an
example, my wife loved playing with semen. Sometimes I
would pull out when I climaxed, ejaculate on her front,
and watch her anoint her nipples with my cum and rub it
into her bush.
If I'd done that with Kim, she'd have been disgusted. In
any event she never went down on me again and declined
whenever I offered to eat her. In short, I didn't ask and
she didn't offer; it may well have not worked anyway.
Back to the story.
We went back to humping each other; Kim spread her legs
again, I pressed my scrotum into the area where her clit
was and we continued the motions of coitus. The underside
of my flaccid penis dragged up and down the nest of her
pubes and the mouth of her pussy anointed my balls but
there was no trace of an erection in me. I wanted to give
her another orgasm so after a few minutes I shifted a bit
to the side and rhythmically pressed into her mound with
my thigh.
She reached down to grasp my cock, squeeze it gently in
time with my thrusts and rub that sensitive part in the
cleft of the glans. It felt nice but not what I was
hoping for when we had started. After a few minutes she
clasped me to her as she climaxed again, then I climbed
off to lay beside her to alternate between caressing her
breasts and toying with her pussy. She milked my cock and
played with my balls in their sack but there still was no
response.
We spent some minutes kissing and caressing each other
while we murmured how much we loved each other, just as
if we'd just made love (Which I guess we had -- I just
hadn't mounted her) but it was quite late by then so,
yawning, Kim went into the bedroom and slipped under the
sheets while I locked up (and luckily remembered to turn
out the heater under the forgotten coffee).
I turned out the last light and cautiously went into the
dark bedroom to slide under the sheets next to Kim.
"Don't worry about it," she said, then she gave me a kiss
before turning her back to me so we could spoon, and soon
fell asleep. Fat chance not worrying about it. I lay
there for some time, snuggled close with one hand cupping
a breast, wondering if I'd do better in the morning.
#
We woke up at about the same time in the grey light.
Whatever dreams I'd had were forgotten but they must have
been erotic because I had a hard on like a broom handle.
Not wanting to risk literally pissing it away I didn't
get up for the bathroom but, instead, rolled toward Kim.
My erection poked her thigh, then moved between us as she
turned toward me and we embraced.
Kim smiled broadly, as if to say, "told you." Silently,
we started foreplay under the covers. Both of us being
nude, things progressed quite a bit faster than the night
before. After some caressing and a little nursing at her
always delightful nipples, we soon zeroed in on each
other's naughty bits and in no time I was probing her
dampening pussy as she cupped my balls and stroked my
gloriously erect cock. It felt much more erotic than the
night before.
By now we were both hot under the covers so I threw them
back, exposing Kim's naked form. She reached behind and
bunched the pillow against the wall to use it to prop her
head. I reversed and laid next to Kim, on my side with my
penis jutting towards her.
She raised her knees and spread them, offering her pussy
so I reached under her thighs, found her clit, and slid
the hood up and down with one hand and, with the other,
stroked her inner lips and delved between them. She
continued to stroke and squeeze my cock, spreading the
seepage from its eye over the glans, and teasing my balls
in their sack by running a fingertip lightly over them.
It was the first time anyone else had touched my erection
and my gaze alternated between the sights of her hand
wrapped around my penis and my fingers disappearing into
her pussy.
We continued to masturbate each other for several
minutes, slowly escalating the intensity. I was
completely caught up in the eroticism of the moment and
would have continued to climax. But Kim had no intention
of forgetting her birthday gift. She paused, gave my
shaft a firm squeeze, then commanded, "I want this in
me." The moment had come.
We released each other's sex organs and Kim slid down to
offer herself as she had the night before. I knelt yet
again between her knees but unlike the night before, I
was ready to take up her offer: my cock was at a 45-
degree salute. I drew her hips up, moved forward, penis
wobbling, and thrust against her moist vulva with its
underside.
After a few strokes Kim reached down, spread herself open
with one hand and grasped my cock with the other to force
it downward and wedge it into the entrance of her pussy
in unspoken urgent invitation. I raised up off my
haunches, thrust forward while she guided, and closed my
eyes to savor the sensation of my penis sinking into a
woman's body.
Kim's pussy was very tight, possibly because she'd been
sexually inactive for six months. Later she told me that
I was the biggest she'd had but I have the suspicion that
she was stroking my ego (I'm six inches if you mash the
ruler into my pubis hard enough).
I penetrated about an inch, then began rhythmically
pushing to gain a bit at a time. After a few pushes she
released me to clutch the sheets on either side as I
thrust in deeper. Once I withdrew entirely and
distributed her juices along my shaft before mounting her
to penetrate another inch. There was a tube of jelly in
the bathroom but I sure as hell wasn't going to stop and
get it.
Slowly, the warm, liquid heat of Kim's pussy enveloped my
turgid cock until, with a final thrust, the back of her
thighs met the front of mine, our respective pubic
patches meshed, and I was in her in up to my balls. To
this day, my favorite part of the whole sexual act is
that first thrust into my partner, not that I hate the
other parts.
The thought that my cock was finally in someone's cunt
overwhelmed me and I crouched over Kim's body a moment,
fighting the urge to climax instantly. The moment passed
then and I began to copulate. Just a fraction of an inch
per stroke at first, then longer and longer as Kim's
vagina relaxed making it easier for me to invade it. She
began to buck against my thrusting and drew her legs up,
inviting me in even deeper. I guided her ankles over my
shoulders, she hooked her knees on them, and I looked
down a few strokes, watching my lance slide into of her
soft target.
"You're doing it!" I thought excitedly. "You're finally
fucking someone for real!" The wet glide of Kim's pussy
felt totally different from those innumerable times I had
masturbated. I withdrew and marveled a moment at how my
penis looked in mid-copulation -- red from coital
friction and glistening from the vaginal lubrication it
was anointed with. I stretched out, putting my legs
behind me, reached down to guide my cock back into her
waiting cunny, and resumed stroking.
Kim had kept her calves on my shoulders during this
process allowing maximum penetration. Bent double, she
still managed to thrust back, raising her ass off the
mattress to meet my downward plunges. Our loins pounded
together with enough intensity that her breasts rippled
with each thrust. I clasped them in both hands, paying
particular attention to her erected nipples. She caressed
my chest and belly a few times before shifting to grasp
my hips in her hands, urging me deeper.
Neither of us spoke but we grinned at each other with our
mutual pleasure. Again and again I eagerly jabbed my
penis into Kim's pussy. Again and again she bucked
upward, meeting my every thrust. To be honest, all
thought of pleasuring her was driven out of my mind. My
only thought was to ram my cock into her as hard and as
fast as I could before the incredible erotic excitement I
was feeling triggered a climax in me.
It soon came. "Oh, Kim, I'm cumming," I managed to gasp,
speared her one last time and held her tight. It wasn't a
big one, as orgasms go. My cock twitched only a couple of
times and it didn't feel as if I ejaculated much, but
that didn't matter. For the first time in my life I was
climaxing in someone I loved, depositing my semen in a
pussy instead of a tissue.
After the pulsing subsided, I moved Kim's legs off my
shoulders and on either side of my waist, then I
carefully laid down on her, staying inside her and laying
my head between her breasts. We stayed like that for a
few minutes while my erection subsided; I could feel my
penis start to creep out of her as it shrank. Then Kim
slipped a hand between us just above her pubes. "My
bladder's full," she complained and I pulled back to slip
out of her cunny and helped her up.
She disappeared into the bathroom a minute while I
contemplated the appearance of my freshly fucked phallus
and matted pubic hair. As soon as she came out, I slipped
in and let out what seemed like a quart of urine. I
quickly washed my hands and also rinsed the sex-fluids
off my penis and dried it. It was still early Saturday
morning and I was hopeful for another session. Besides,
Kim hadn't had an orgasm yet.
When I came out she was sitting with the covers up to her
waist, back propped against the wall, hands demurely in
her lap. I thrilled as she looked at me frankly, pausing
her gaze at my cock, then smiled. For my part, I enjoyed
the sight of her bare breasts; after a good ogle I slid
in beside her. We kissed and caressed, her hand on my
chest, mine down low on her belly, just above her bush.
"That was pretty good," I said, hoping that she hadn't
detected that I had no basis for comparison.
"Yeah, I liked it," Kim replied, her smile bigger.
"But I was too quick; you didn't climax this morning, did
you?" I protested. My cock stirred a bit as I imagined it
slipping into her pussy a second time.
"That's okay. I got plenty last night. I knew I was right
about you when you when you continued to make love any
way you could rather than get angry or sulk."
"I want to feel your orgasm when I'm in you," I insisted
and caressed her face and abdomen. She said nothing but
caressed back and our lips were soon locked again and we
slid to horizontal.
I pulled her close and passed a hand down her back and
onto the globe of her ass. From there I slid it to our
thighs then up the valley between our bodies until I
reached the swell of her left breast. She pulled away a
bit and I played with the nipple she'd exposed in what
was already a familiar ritual. When it stiffened I slid
down a bit and suckled again. She caressed the back of my
head as I nursed for a minute.
My hand was busy between us. It crept down her belly and
through the damp thicket of her bush. Kim raised her
upper leg a bit and I slipped between them, found her
clitoral hood and began to stroke it. Her hand moved down
*my* body but it couldn't quite reach my cock so I turned
her nipple loose and slid back up to kiss her. Her hand
found my penis then slid down to cup my balls before
returning to my cock.
Encircling the shaft she squeezed it a few times then
began to toy with just the head, finding the weeping slit
in the end and lubricating the glans. My cock began to
stir in response. After some minutes I was partially
erect again, so I pulled my hand from between us, held
her tight, and rolled back, pulling Kim on top of me.
"This time you're in charge," I said.
She lay full length on top and ground her hips against
mine a few times. The tickling of her pubic hair made my
cock fully hard. Then she slid up a few inches, spread
her legs and grasped my penis to hold it vertical, then
slid back down, trapping it in her labial groove, her
legs outside mine.
We were heating up again so I slid the covers down to our
knees then moved my hands up to cup her ass cheeks as she
began to grind against me in earnest. Her pubic bone
pressed hard on mine, her wet cunt lips slid up and down
my shaft and I could feel the muscles of her ass bunch
and relax as she humped her pelvis against mine.
After a few strokes, I reached further down and found
where the knob of my penis was intermittently appearing,
grasped it, and pulled upward, forcing it into the
crevice of her ass. Kim cocked her pelvis and spread her
legs wider so that her clit was in contact with my cock
and went to town, losing herself to pleasure as she
massaged my glans on her ass and her clitoris against my
penis and pubis.
I had a hand left over so I caressed her breast flattened
between us. She rolled a bit to the side, freeing it, so
I found the nipple and began pinching it in time with her
humping. After just a short time I felt her tense and
hold her breath a moment as she climaxed; then she
relaxed.
I released my cock and her tit to embrace her as we
kissed, then Kim drew her knees out and upward so that
she was crouching on me, her knees on either side. She
raised up and her suspended breasts hung over my face
like ripe fruit. I latched onto a nipple and began to
suckle while she rocked back and forth a bit, pulling her
tit tight as I sucked it. My hands were busy at her
pussy, sliding up and down the area between her inner and
outer lips and playing with her clit, but teasing her by
not penetrating her.
Kim pulled her breast free with a quiet snick then tucked
her head to look between us. My cock, probably the most
erect it had been in my life, stood suspended several
inches over my belly. She shifted backwards and as her
pussy approached, I tensed my pelvic muscles to raise my
penis even higher. Kim maneuvered around a bit until,
without guidance from either of us, the head slipped into
her vulva.
Kim paused and I could see the excitement rise in her
eyes, then she pushed back and down to impale herself on
me. Either she was still stretched or her orgasm had made
her wetter, but my cock slipped into her with one
delicious stroke this time. For the second time in my
life I had the exquisite pleasure of penetrating a
lover's body.
Still crouching, Kim began to slowly move. I lay
perfectly still and let the tight sheath of her vagina
ever so slowly massage my cock and, as always, it felt
wonderful. She thought so, too, for, eyes closed, she
gave a little sigh of pleasure every few strokes. After
about five minutes her breathing grew ragged and she bore
down on me as she enjoyed a small climax.
When she was under control again she sat upright and
began fucking in earnest. Braced on her hands and
grinning down at me she would raise several inches --
just short of letting me slip out -- then drop heavily to
drive my cock deep into her.
I got a delightful intermittent view of my red, wet penis
at the base of her pubic triangle. Every few strokes I
would buck upward to meet her downstroke and she'd gasp
at the extra-deep penetration. Above, her luscious tits
oscillated wildly with each stroke and I reached up to
cup her breasts and squeeze the nipples between my
fingers.
This must have been the final straw for, seconds later
Kim climaxed, the biggest I'd seen so far. She doubled
her pace then threw her head back and held her breath
several seconds before groaning as an orgasmic flush
appeared between her breasts. I could feel her pussy
rhythmically clench my penis as she still rode it. This,
in turned, triggered my own orgasm and as she finally
sighed and relaxed I clasped her to me, sharply thrust up
into her twice, and exploded.
This climax was much stronger than my first. *I* groaned
aloud this time as my cock pulsed a half-dozen times. We
kissed open-mouthed as I strained to stay deep within
Kim, and I could feel a stream of semen spurt into her
with each spasm. Then my ejaculation finished with a
series of weak twitches, almost a fluttering. I released
her and we lay still for several minutes, getting our
breath back. Then Kim raised her hips to let my cock
slide out of her and lay on her side in the crook of my
arm.
"Oh, Kim, *that* was how it should be," I murmured. "I
could feel you squeeze me when you climaxed."
"Yeah, I could feel you throbbing inside me, too," she
said. "I hope it's like this every time." We relaxed in
the afterglow a for a bit, then her pussy started to
leak. She gave me a quick kiss, got up, and went into the
bathroom to shower (like I said, she didn't like this
part of making love) while I went into the kitchen to
toast some bagels and make another pot of coffee.
After blotting the wet spot we breakfasted nude in bed,
telling each other how wonderful it was. I kissed her
breasts and played a bit with her pussy, and she with my
cock but we were both pretty satiated sexually so we
didn't have a third go 'round.
Kim had already made plans for the day with some other
friends of hers, so after we dressed I took her back to
her apartment. That was the beginning, though, and we saw
each other and made love several times that week, mostly
at her place (she had a water bed).
Kim and I were together two years after that, seeing each
other exclusively, taking weekend trips and vacations
together, and making love as the mood struck. After the
first year I would have loved to marry her but she was an
independent woman, and refused to make anything
permanent.
I think getting stung in that marriage had soured her on
the idea of getting too close. We'd stay overnight when
we made love but never did move in together. Finally I
got insistent and she'd had enough. One black day she
told me she didn't want to see me any more, and that was
that.
I was quite a while getting over it, but I did, and took
a couple of lovers before I stole a man's wife and
married *her* (but that's another story).
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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