Where it happened: In the attic
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I was 19 years old and had just dropped out of college to join the civil rights movement of the 1960s. I was also a virgin, and ready to lose that. We had a meeting at the famous Highlander Center in Tennessee and I noticed this attractive girl holding some birth control pills. I said to myself, this is the one. A short while late I was sitting behind her and put my hands around her so that I could feel her breasts. I caressed and massaged them for a long time. She leaned back against me, with a dreamy look on her face. Finally she said “Do you want to go upstairs?” Did I ever! We climbed up to the third floor attic. There was nothing there but a thick coating of dust on the floor, which quickly transferred to our bare feet, and an uncovered mattress on the floor. We lay down on the mattress and kissed, and I unbuttoned her blouse and traced the outline of her bra, feeling the rise of her mounds within it. I reached around and unhooked it, as she began unbuttoning my shirt and running her cool hand up and down my chest. It was fairly dark up there, but not so dark that I couldn’t see and be entranced by her naked breasts. I put my lips on them and kissed them, then sucked on her nipples. They were wonderfully responsive and popped up like bullets in my mouth. I licked the tips with my tongue, while gently sucking them in and out between my wet lips. She began working at my pants, undoing the belt and opening the zipper , then pulling the blue jeans down and off. I returned the favor for her, removing her pants, then running my hands over the silken panties below. They clung to her enough to outline the slit beneath, whose line I traced with my middle finger, up and down, until I could feel it get wet. Now I was really turned on!
I placed my fingers under her waistband and began to slide her panties down. She cooperated by raising her body up so they could clear her most private area and expose it to my view. I was fascinated by her pubic hair and the interesting sexual scent that emanated from the lips it covered. I traced the line of her slit again with my middle finger, and felt her petals open like a flower. I moved my finger forward, feeling it get covered with her cream, and all of a sudden it was inside her. I rubbed it around within, revelling at the feeling of intimacy–something I had never done before. Then I began moving it in and out. I had heard for years about finger fucking, and now I was actually doing it! Her love juices lubricated the passage, and covered my finger from the tip to the knuckle. I removed my finger and brought it up to my nose to smell the heady aroma. I wish now that I had licked it–or her–but, hell, I was a virgin, and what did I know?
She was naked beneath me: a feast for my eyes. I was clad only in white jockey shorts with a protruding erect penis, which she felt with one hand while she cupped my nuts in her other. My gonads were in overdrive! I removed my underpants and said to myself “Here goes innocence!” With my penis jutting out before me, I reached back down and opened the folds of her sex to welcome me. The fringe of pubic hair and the pink and the folds of her labia made it look like a target: a target for my throbbing erection. I rubbed the mushroom cap of my cock against her to get some of her love juices for lubrication, then I began to press it into her, first just an inch and then back out, then inside two inches and out, watching with fascination as my penis glistened on the outstroke, until finally I slid my entire sex into hers. It felt like a homecoming when my whole cock was enveloped inside her and my testicles and pubic hair were intimately rubbing up against her.
But that was the limit of my knowledge. I didn’t know what to do next, so I just lay there, feeling like a mountain climber who had just arrived at the summit of Mount Everest. It felt so great to be creamily inside her, with our naked bodies touching and our breasts rubbing against each other’s.
After a few seconds of this she asked “Is that all?” She bucked her hips to give me the idea (I was a virgin: she was not), and I caught on quickly that I was supposed to move and not just lay at rest. I pulled my hips back to withdraw my penis almost to the tip, then thrust it back in. She sighed her approval. I repeated the gesture, seeking more praise–and it was forthcoming. I caught on to the rhythm and began to learn the delicious feeling of intercourse. Control of my body seemed to move from my brain to my cock, which became the center of my hard-charging universe. Even my thrusts seemed to have thrusts to them. Just as I had learned to make my cock throb when I was alone and masturbating, now I learned to make it throb when it was enveloped in her pussy, and I loved the extra sounds of pleasure this drew forth from her.
Then my time sense seemed to alter, as I began thrusting faster and harder, while she responded by pushing her pubic area up into mine. There were noticeable sounds going along with our changing intakes of breath.
Finally I began slamming my hips against her, with sounds coming deep from my diaphragm. Then I reached paradise and the cum started spurting from my cock deep inside her. One spurt, then two, then three, four, five, as my body quaked and penis shook and balls drained as I collapsed, spent, on top of her nakedness.
I can’t tell you that we came to orgasm together, or even if she had an orgasm from my initial venture into mutual sex. But she was very affectionate the next day. And I just want to say, over the years, many thanks, Helen Mc, from the boy whose cherry you took up in the Highlander attic on that long-ago summer day!
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