Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Nineteen Years Old (first time, older woman) 
Date: 30 Sep 1995 15:30:51 GMT

		       Nineteen-Year-Old Virgin

	Nineteen years old and still a virgin. Now that's something
you don't want to get around to the rest of your shipmates. But hey, I
was a little drunk and looking for sympathy when the subject of "last
piece" came up. I was only temporarily assigned to the ship and wasn't
really part of the group. They let me tag along sometimes and that's
why I was there when the subject came up. So I told them I was a
virgin. Got LOTS of sympathy. I'm just glad it was a small bar. I
didn't have a lot of laughter to run through getting out of the place.

	It was about three weeks later when Bill came up to me on a
Saturday night and asked if I wanted to hit some bars. I was bored
and, of course, ever hopeful Miss Right would be out there and said
OK. Since we heading out on a cruise the following Monday, I figured I
better get some shore leave in before we shipped out. Bill jokingly
said, "Maybe we'll get you laid tonight." Yeah, right. In a pig's eye.

	We took off and headed down the `strip' (every Navy town has
one). I was driving my relatively `new' `68 Skylark; relative since it
was 1973 and the car was `new' to me. Bill said, "Fuck it, let's try
someplace else. Someplace where there aren't a lot of sailors ruining
the place."

	Sounded good to me so I let him lead the way. We drove around
Newport quite a while with Bill giving directions. I had a feeling he
was looking for someplace in particular but didn't really care.

	Finally he directed us into a parking lot and we went into the
adjacent bar.

	"Jesus, this place looks dead," I said. Bill told me to just
wait and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We had a couple of
beers while the place started to fill. Most of the newcomers were
older women.

	At nineteen, any `woman' is older; these looked to be over
thirty with an occasional over forty mixed in. Very few men which made
me wonder if Bill had picked a lesbian bar (I hate that terminology).
It was still kind of early and we were working on our third beer (I
was, Bill was on four or five) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in
the air, turned to the mostly female population at the bar and said,
"I have a virgin here, how much do I hear?" All I could think of was,
"How could I let myself be embarrassed like this again?" I steeled
myself to slink out amongst the expected laughter when I noticed there
wasn't any. Looking around, all I saw was expectant and, in some
cases, hungry looks. I grinned sheepishly at the wolves and said
nothing, just kept sipping my beer.

	Being nineteen and not a professional drinker, the beer
started having its effect. I remember talking to a lot of the women
there (the beer relieved some of my inhibitions) but was not
`attacked' by any of them. The band started playing and I danced with
the women I was speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman
enter the bar. Beautiful! About thirty-four, 5'6", brunette, and a
body that would knock you socks off. She was obviously a regular since
she said hi to almost everyone there. I didn't pay much attention to
her since she looked so damn good. Figured my chances, coupled with my
inexperience and age, were nil (typical of ALL my thinking about
girls/women at that time). The woman I was dancing with saw me
looking and just smiled.

	After the dance was over, my partner excused herself saying
she had to talk with some friends. I went back to the bar and talked a
while with Bill. I noticed that my last dance partner was talking to
the brunette but I didn't think anything of it. Next thing I knew I
was being tapped on the shoulder. Turning around I almost choked on my
beer; it was the brunette asking me if I wanted to dance. Nodding my
affirmation (thank God I didn't have to open my mouth and make a fool
of myself) I followed her out to the dance floor.

	We spent the next few hours dancing and drinking until the bar
closed. Bill left with one of the women we had talked to earlier with
the parting shot, "Give her hell!" Mary (the brunette) simply smiled
at him and leered at me. I figured she was only flirting and nothing
would come of it. When it got down to us and a few other clients, Mary
asked if I would give her a ride home. Sure, I was hoping but figured
my typical luck would hold out and nothing would happen.

	It didn't take long before I was totally lost. I kept
following her directions figuring, "It's her house, she knows the
way." Suddenly she said, "Turn right here!" I turned the car onto a
dirt road and quickly had to hit the brakes. Before me were rows of
corn stalks with no house in sight. She reached over, turned off the
ignition, and said, "I understand you're a virgin. I'd like to do
something about that."

	Now, a note of clarification on my virginity. I had dated a
girl during my senior year in high school and we got pretty serious.

	Without going into detail on how it happened (another story,
perhaps?) we experimented our way into heavy petting, and graduated
to some mild oral sex (no orgasm this way, at least for me) and mutual
masturbation. Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, and
down right fear of pregnancy kept us from going any further. The same
guilt and paranoia always infected our trysts and made them less
enjoyable. I digress but it is important to the story...

	I was terrified! I wanted her so bad but my fear of failure,
self, etc. was almost overpowering. She slid over to my side (thank
God I didn't have bucket seats!), put her arms around my neck, and we
started kissing. The new moon, hanging low in the eastern sky,
provided a pale surrealistic light to the situation.

	She slid her tongue inside my mouth and played with mine in a
way that promised greater things to come. But still, I was petrified.
I knew this was it; it was finally going to happen. Technically I knew
what to do (I'd seen pornos, read books, practiced by myself) but I
was so nervous I couldn't think what to do first. She broke the kiss
and said, "This really IS your first time, huh?" All I could do was
nod. Couldn't even mention the little I had done in high school.
"Well, we'll just have to find something to do to calm you down," she
said. Right, got any phenobarbitol? I'm nineteen, finally gonna get
laid, and she thinks she can calm me down? Good luck.

	She again started kissing me, that wonderful tongue playing
intricate games in my mouth. Her hands unbuttoned my shirt and started
caressing my chest and occasionally venturing down to my stomach and
the start of my pants. My cock was straining and almost screaming at
me to get started. Tentatively I reached out and cupped her breasts.
She moaned, reached both arms behind me and crushed herself against
me. I almost passed out! This was too good to be true! No begging or
pleading, just someone who wanted it as much as I.

	Somehow I got her shirt unbuttoned and began caressing her
breasts. MAGNIFICENT! She broke our embrace, reached behind and
unsnapped her bra. She smiled at me as her breasts tumbled free,
grabbed my head from behind, and pulled me down to those globes. I was
lost in between them! I kissed and sucked her tits, going from one to
the other, slathering them with my tongue without touching her
nipples. She lay back moaning, crushing my head to her breasts.

	Finally, I began running my tongue around her nipples first in
large circles which gradually became smaller until my tongue was
flicking across her nipple. Slowly, I drew the nipple into my mouth
and began to suck on it. The pressure of her hands on my head
increased and I tried to suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I
could. I went back and forth between those melons driving both of us
into a frenzy.

	By this time my dick was in extreme pain. I knew I had to do
something to relieve the pressure but felt I needed to do more to
please her. I remembered one of my shipmates telling how he preferred
cunnilingus before entry to help excite the woman and reduce the
amount of stroking required for her to reach orgasm. And believe me, I
was determined that she would also reach orgasm.

	I began running my tongue down her chest to her stomach and
back to her breasts. I was curious if she wanted me or even would let
me go down on her. Taking her louder moans as an un-official
endorsement, I began to undue her pants. She lifted her ass and helped
me pull her pants down and off. I began to go lower toward her cunt
when she pulled my head away, looked into my eyes, and asked, "Do you
know what you're doing?" Not wanting to spoil the situation by saying
something stupid I simply nodded. "I thought you were a virgin," she
said. I mumbled something about reading a lot and she chuckled in a
very sexy manner and said go ahead.

	I again lowered my head to her stomach and continued running
my tongue around the area, occasionally dipping below into her panties
and dramatically increasing her moans. I grabbed her panties and
slowly drew them off. She twisted in the seat so that her head rested
on the passenger side arm rest with her legs spread on the seat
(thanks mom for not letting me buy that sports car!). Starting at her
knees, I ran my tongue down her legs to where her cunt hairs just
started tickling my nose.

	Knowing that I should start at her clitoris (thanks to
"Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask"), and
the general location, I used my tongue to explore until I found it. I
started flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth.
She arched her hips, grabbed my head, and crushed it against her cunt.

	Whatever I lacked in experience I tried to make up for in
effort. I kept sucking gently on her clit, my saliva mixing with her
juices, until she was soaked. Leaving her clit I moved down and began
tonguing her vagina. Taking a deep breath, I shoved my tongue as far
into pussy as it would go. She mashed my head against her moaning,
"Jesus, a natural pussy eater!" Hearing that drove me wild! I began
thrusting my tongue in and out with short trips back up to her clit. I
just couldn't get enough of it with her moaning how good it felt and
kept fucking her cunt with my tongue.

	Finally, I'd had enough. Not that I couldn't continue doing
that, I just couldn't take the pressure on my cock. Breaking her
iron-like grasp on my head, I pulled back and began taking off my
pants. She smiled at me and said, "Now it's my turn."

	"NO!" I almost screamed, "I couldn't take it!" She smiled
knowingly at me and lay back down on the seat again spreading her
legs. This was it. The moment of truth! I knelt between her legs and
she reached down and grabbed my cock. I almost died! Just having
someone else besides me touch my cock was fantastic. She stroked it
back and forth a few times muttering, "It feels sooo nice!" Grabbing
my cock, she pulled me towards her and down to her pussy. Without
letting go of my cock, she slowly worked it into her pussy grabbing my
ass with her other hand. I couldn't believe the sensation! Rosie Palm
and her five sisters NEVER felt like this!

	When she had all of me in her, she let go of my cock, grabbed
my ass with both hands, and moved her hips up and down against me. At
last I was fucking a woman! I started getting carried away and thrust
with all my strength against her, her hands on my ass pulling me
deeper into her pussy.

	I knew I couldn't take much more of this. Feeling an orgasm
start, I shouted, "STOP!" Too late, I started coming inside her but
held myself very still hoping I could control how much I came. She
looked up at me and asked ,"Did you come?" "A little," I replied.
Smiling, she stroked my cheek and asked, "Do you want to stop?" I
shook my head no and started stroking my still hard cock inside her.

	Now I understood one of the benefits of being nineteen,
healthy, and incredibly horny: once just wasn't going to be enough! I
also noticed that the first `little' orgasm seemed to deaden the
sensations in my cock. Realizing I could now fuck her without
worrying about coming too fast, I went at it with a renewed gusto. She
looked at me and moaned, "I don't believe it!" My ego soared! I was
Tarzan dominating Jane! I was the fulfillment of the male image!
Marlboro Man look out! I'm riding this mare to the sunset!

	I kept up the pace, going in and out, as deep as I could, her
writhing and moaning driving me to animal passion that almost scared
me. Her hips thrusting back at me met my every stroke with equal,
passionate force. Suddenly, she grabbed me around the hips with her
legs, and sinking her teeth into my neck, began to come. Her vagina
clamped down on my cock and I could feel it pulsate in rhythm to her
body convulsions as she became lost in the throes of her orgasm. I
couldn't believe that I had actually done that to a woman.

	She held on to me long after the orgasm subsided, my cock
still hard inside her.

	Finally she relaxed her legs and let me pull out of her. I
didn't want to leave that warm, marvelous cavern but my arms were
shaking from holding myself up. I sat back on the seat with a silly
grin on my face. She sat up, saw the grin, and chuckled, "Well, how
was it?" Still grinning I replied, "WOW, it's a lot better than I
thought!" She laughed and snuggled up to me, her breasts pressing
against my arm.

	I lit a cigarette for both of us and we sat there in silence
smoking. She finished half of hers and snubbed it out. Leaning back
against me, she started stroking my thigh and said, "Well, we can't go
with you only having a little orgasm. How about a big one?"

	I was shocked! My high school escapades previously mentioned
always ended with one orgasm no matter how good it was. Now here was a
woman asking if I wanted more. I don't think I can relate the male ego
boost that occurs even today upon hearing that! I looked at her,
nodded and said, "I don't know if I can come again." She looked me in
the eye and said, "Let me worry about that."

	Using both hands she gently forced me back until my head lay
on the driver's side armrest, my legs spread on the seat. Being
obviously of a vengeful nature, she began running her tongue down my
legs and around my stomach being careful to avoid my crotch. I moaned
and writhed under her ministrations, thrusting my hips involuntarily
into the air.

	Finally, after one tongue excursion down my thigh, she began
tonguing my balls. She went back and forth between them getting the
hairs soaked with her saliva. She suddenly stopped, looked up at me,
and took my left testicle into her mouth. She sucked on it softly and
stroked it with her tongue. Letting it slide sensuously out of her
mouth, she repeated with the right testicle. She went back and forth
between them, sometimes using her mouth to `fuck' my balls, sliding
them individually in and out, in and out.

	She stopped, and taking a deep breath, took both balls into
her mouth at the same time, gently stuffing them in with her hands.
The sensation was overpowering. My cock felt more engorged with blood
than ever before; bouncing up at the sky with every beat of my heart.
I squirmed repeatedly underneath her which seemed to drive her into a
heightened frenzy. She kept sucking on my balls like she couldn't get
enough, her eyes constantly open and watching my reactions.

	Suddenly, she pulled back slightly and let my balls pop out of
her mouth. She began running her tongue up and down on the underside
of my cock. Occasionally she would wrap her lips as much as possible
around the side of my cock and suck it or stroke her lips up and down,
pausing close to the head. She opened her mouth and placed my cock
inside on her tongue rubbing it all around without closing her mouth.
I'd only seen this done in porno movies and experiencing it was almost
unbearable.

	She grabbed my cock with her hands and closed her mouth about
the head, slowly sucking it in until she had about half of it in her
mouth. She kept it there, sucking on it like a Popsicle, her eyes
glued to mine savoring my every reaction. She closed her eyes and
started stroking her head up and down on my straining cock, going
deeper and deeper with every stroke, until finally all of my cock was
buried in her mouth. She ground her face against my stomach, twisting
her head back and forth, then returning to fucking my cock with her
mouth.

	This sure wasn't going to take too long. Nothing in my
previous experience could possibly prepare me for this! I could feel
my balls swelling, getting ready to expel my juices. I grabbed her
head and twisted it up without removing my cock and told her I was
going to come. I thought she would pull away and let me come in the
air like in high school but I was wrong. I removed my hands from her
head as she mumbled a negative and increased her sucking up and down.
Again I grabbed her head and started helping her up and down on my
cock. The pressure kept increasing and increasing until suddenly, I
began to come! She thrust her head down on my cock, taking it as deep
as before. I shot jet after jet of come into her throat while she
continued to bob her head up and down on my deeply engulfed cock. It
was like I couldn't stop coming and she couldn't get enough.

	As the flow lessened, she pulled her head back and began
running my still spurting cock around her face. The muscles in my body
were shaking from my tensing them.

	Finally I stopped and she took my softening cock back into her
mouth, gently licking and sucking it. She used her fingers to wipe off
her face and sucked off the collected come. We both fell asleep.

	I woke up about an hour later, saw the time, woke up Mary and
said, "I've got to get back on board ship." We dressed and I took her
home. I laughed when it turned out her home was only three blocks away
from the bar. I asked her why we didn't go to her house and she said
she didn't want her husband catching us! I couldn't believe it! I
asked her if we could get together again and she smiled at me and
said, "Who knows? You can find me at the bar." She kissed me tenderly
and walked into her house...

	I went back to the bar after we got back into port about two
months later but she never showed up. I drove by her house but it was
up for sale. Nobody at the bar knew what had happened to her or when
exactly she left. I'm happily married now with a wife that fulfills my
every fantasy and desire so I have no need to look for another woman.
Still, I guess you never forget your first experience, especially one
as wild as that one was. I hated waiting until I was nineteen but in
hindsight, it was well worth it! The message? Don't discount older
women. Their capacity to please can be overwhelming and their capacity
to give can be bottomless.

	Thanks Mary, wherever you are. I'll never forget you...