Where it happened: In his car
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
It is easy for me to remember the date of the loss of my virginity, though I prefer to think of it as the gain my non-virginity. It was on Sunday 20 July 1969, the same day that a man first walked on the moon. I was 16 at the time and my boyfriend Peter was 18. A local cinema was showing The Lion in Winter, and we went to see it on that Sunday evening.
Peter had lost his cherry to a girl named Vicky. Vicky had lost hers long before she met Peter, and she had taught Peter how to please a girl. Peter in turn had taught me things. He was my first boyfriend, and with him I had done everything except intercourse prior to that day. We had heard good things about The Lion in Winter, but frankly we weren’t there to watch the movie.
Perhaps it was because of all the coverage of the impending lunar landing, or maybe the Lion in Winter wasn’t a good title to show on a very hot day in the summer, but whatever the reason, we had the cinema nearly to ourselves. We sat near the back and the right-hand side, and once the movie started, we began necking.
As Peter began kissing me, he put his hand up my skirt and pulled my panties aside so that he could reach my cunt. My period was still about two days away, so there was no pad to worry about. He began rubbing my clitoris just as he had done on our most recent date. As had happened then, I could feel sexual tension building between my legs. I kissed him in a manner that gave him consent to do as pleased. He pulled my panties down and then he used his hand to masturbate me. As we were in a public place, I had to muffle all sounds of pleasure. I was reduced to softly whispering in Peter’s ear: “That’s so fucking good! Frig my cunt!” When I came I wanted to scream out but I knew that I couldn’t. I used a tissue to mop up the wetness, and then I pulled up my panties.
Now it was his turn. I got another tissue ready, and then I undid his zipper, and his swollen cock popped out. Peter didn’t last long. A few strokes from me and Peter blew his load into the tissue. Now I had two tissues with our love cream on them, and I went to the ladies’ washroom and flushed them down the toilet. Since I knew that there would be more sexual activity, I removed my panties, and my bra, and put them in my handbag.
I rejoined Peter a few minutes later. We watched the movie, but soon Peter’s hands were over me again. I undid the top three buttons of my blouse so that Peter could have easy access to my breasts. A few kisses on my nipples made them totally hard, and left my body crying for another orgasm.
I unzipped Peter again, and once more his erect cock popped out. The tip of his cock still had some of his cum from before. I quickly licked the tip of his penis, but fearful of being caught, I withdrew. Then a dark scene came on, and it was now safe to suck his cock some more. I licked all of what was left of his cum, and swallowed it. I continued to give him pleasure, but then a brighter scene in the movie caused me to withdraw a second time. Peter desperately needed another orgasm, so as soon as another dark scene came I was sucking his cock again. Suddenly his cum spurted out into my mouth. My lips squeezed his cock so that none would spill out, and I swallowed his load. As I swallowed I heard him whisper “I love you, Nancy”. I knew that I needed to be fucked, but we couldn’t do it there.
We left the seats with still an hour of The Lion in Winter left to run. We stopped at the washrooms; after using the toilet I cleaned everywhere between my legs, hoping that Peter would go down on me. I retrieved my panties and bra from my handbag and put them on.
We left the cinema and headed to Peter’s car, a four-door 1962 Buick LeSabre. Peter’s father had owned the car, but when be bought a new 1969 LeSabre he gave Peter his old car.
As we drove away I said “Take me somewhere where we can fuck. Don’t worry about getting me pregnant. I’m just two days away from my period, so this is the most infertile time.”
Peter drove us out of the city, and went down a lane used as workers’ access to a cemetery. Being Sunday, the workers would not be there that day. I began pealing off my clothes, and by the time he parked the car, my blouse and skirt were off. Then Peter removed my bra and panties, leaving only my socks and shoes on! Peter got his clothes off and asked me to move to the back seat.
The LeSabre was a big car, but the backseat was no Queen-size bed. He had me lie on my back, with my arms pulling my legs back. He straddled me with his cock over my face and his face over my cunt. His tongue touched my clitoris and he began sensuously licking me there. I pulled his cock to my mouth, and I gave him the pleasure that I so wanted to give him earlier. His tongue was winding me up, and then he released me in a torrent of pleasure. I began squirting woman-cum and my body shook as I obtained my release.
Having cum already twice that day, it was a bit of a challenge making him hard again. My older sister Susan had given me more sex education than anyone else. Susan was 26 at the time, and was very sexually experienced. A few weeks ago she had said to me “If you can’t get Peter hard by sucking his cock, then lick his balls. If even that doesn’t work, then lick his anus”. I should add that I came from a sex-positive family. My parents said that they didn’t care about me having sex per se, but they wanted it to be within a caring, sharing relationship.
In the car that night, Peter was a bit slow to respond when I sucked his cock, but licking his balls soon did the trick. Once I had him hard, I began sucking his cock.
Prior to this day, Peter had released himself in a tissue in my hands, on my breasts, and once before in my mouth. Today, I was ready to let him cum inside me. “I’m all moist and ready for you to fuck me”, I said. It took a moment or two for us to get into a workable position. When Peter got his cock against my cunt, he pushed with a huge force and I screamed as he tore my hymen apart. There was blood everywhere. Then he kissed me, and I kissed him to say that everything was all right. He began thrusting inside me. I wanted his love cream inside me. I could tell by the changing expressions on Peter’s face that his moment of release was near. Then he came, screaming “fuuuuuuck!” filling my insides with his warmth. He kept thrusting, and then I came too. We collapsed into each other and hugged and kissed for what seemed like twenty minutes.
We cleaned the blood off ourselves and the back seat. As I kissed Peter, I told him that I was “over the moon”! I told him that he could fuck me again right then and there if he could get hard again. He replied, “Susan, you have totally drained my balls, but I’d be happy to use my tongue on you”. I got onto the back seat, lieing on my back with my legs in the air. Peter got on top of me with his cock over my mouth. He began by licking my clit, but soon his tongue was moving lower. My hymen having been burst, his tongue went deep inside my cunt. He tongue-fucked my cunt, and then returned to my clit. As the juices poured out of my cunt he used his finger to direct them down to my anus. Now he was fingering my anus and his tongue licked my clit. As he was doing this I sucked his flaccid cock, and then licked his balls. Hearing only moaning from me he inserted one finger about an inch into my rectum. It felt so wonderful! He pulled his finger out, and directed more cunt-juice down to my anus, coating his fingers with it. One finger now went in all the way, and I shook as I obtained an orgasm.
I wanted him to know that I approved of what he was doing in my bottom, so pulled him toward me, and as Susan suggested, I kissed his anus. He sat upright so that I could better get at his anus. I kissed it again, and then began licking his anus. All of a sudden his cock began getting hard! I covered a finger with saliva, and inserted it into his anus. With my finger instead of my mouth being used to pleasure his anus, he bent down and placed his tongue on my anus. He started to lick it, and then he pushed his tongue inside. I was delirious with pleasure as he tongue-fucked my back door!
My cunt was covered in woman-cum now, and he coated his fingers with it. He put a second finger in my bottom, and then a third, as he recommenced fingering my clit. He poured more of my cum into my anus, and now he took two fingers from each hand to spread my anus apart. He opened my anus to about an inch and a half in diameter. I got another finger into his ass, and began spreading his anus wide. His cock was now as rock-hard as it had been earlier. Suddenly Peter put my cum onto his cock. I removed my fingers from his anus, and used them to spread my anus open. Peter put the tip of his cock against my anus, and proceeded to anally fuck me. There was a bit of hurt, but there was so much more pleasure! When Peter’s cock was in about six inches deep, it hit a nerve ending that made me scream with pleasure. Peter lasted a long time before cumming. When he did he released a torrent of warm cum into my bum, and I had my first anal orgasm.
When it was over, it felt like I had no bones in my body. All I could feel was pleasure from head to toes. Peter said that his balls now ached, so our lovemaking was over for the day. We slowly put on our clothes. By this time the sun was beginning to set, and by the time Peter drove me home, it was dark. I told Peter that I was ready to fuck him every day. He needn’t worry about my periods; my mouth and my asshole would always be available to him.
When my parents heard me come in the door, I heard them say “You haven’t missed it yet”. They stayed glued to our black-and-white TV as I went upstairs for a shower. I came down in my bedclothes, and watched the TV with my parents and siblings. A few minutes later I heard the first words spoken on the moon. Yes, 20 July 1969 was a special day, but for me it was special in more ways than one.
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