Where it happened: At her house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
My first time was more like my first several times. In those days, pre-marital sex was supposedly a no-no, and birth control pills were available to only the married. We were in college and had been dating for over a year. We were in love.
It was a balmy summer evening in So. California and I was visiting for the weekend at her parent’s house. While they were out, we started making. After awhile, Sue finally let me touch her pussy through her panties. When her folks returned, we made some excuse and went out in the back yard, and sat down under an avocado tree where we took up where we’d left off–we were so turned on. Laying her back on the cool, soft grass, I once again raised her skirt and this time pulled her panties down around her knees. Touching her bare pussy for the first time, I nearly came. We kept kissing and rolling around until I managed to move one leg between her knees, expecting her to say no at any time. But she didn’t, so I unzipped my pants and started rubbing my penis along her pussy.
Neither of us knew excactly what we were doing, so it was a bit of a shock when I felt the head enter her. I pushed a little and hit up against her cherry. She gave a little moan of pain and said we’d better stop. Right then I came. I pulled out, and we straighten ourselves up. I don’t know if she really knew that I’d come in her or not; she didn’t say anything.
The next night we went to a drive-in movie in my old ’54 Chevy. I haven’t the faintest notion of what was playing, because it wasn’t long before I had her panties off and was once again pushing myself into a very tight pussy. After several unsuccessful tries at penetration, she insisted we stop–I suppose because she was wrestling with her concience plus worrying about pregnancy. This time I didn’t come, and was left in a very agitated condition.
The following weekend, we went to a family wedding and somehow manage to leave early and return to her house. With her parents still at the wedding, we had the house to ourselves. Soon her skirt was up around her waist, and after protesting weakly, let me pull down her panties. Soon I was nestled between her thighs with my jeans around my ankles. I tried entering her again, and once more she groaned as I pushed up against her hymen. Not wanting to be stopped again, I gave a thrust. I could feel the head of my penis pushing through a tight hole or rip in her membrane. She cried out, and held me tight with my cock stuck half way in. After a few seconds, I started steadily pushing and felt her tearing as I slid deeper. God, what a feeling! We stopped for minute or two, while we caught our breath and she got used to the pain. ‘Til then, we had not said a word.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I think so. It just hurts a little.” We were both dripping wet from the heat, nervousness and excitment.
“Ready?” She nodded and I pushed in the rest of the way.
Almost 40 years, and I still remember how how wet and warm it felt, how incredibly tight she was. I drew back, then pushed in again. I could feel the spasms of an orgasm welling up. I started to tell her I couldn’t hold it much longer, but it was too late. It felt like a gallon, and seemed to go on for ever.
We got cleaned up just before her folks came home. For the next two weeks, we waited, fearing the worst. When she finally got her period, we vowed never to do it again. That lasted all of two weeks, but at least we used rubbers.
Did she enjoy it? Maybe a little, but not enough to experience an orgasm. I was eager but not skillful. It wasn’t until after we married (about a year later) that I started learning what a woman needs. Back then people didn’t talk much about the “how to’s”, and there was little literature available to unmarried couples. Things are better these days. Sadly, after nine years of marriage, and four children, we divorced. We are still friends.
Processing your request, Please wait....
