Where it happened: A cemetery
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
In a Cemetery on the Day of the Lunar Landing
Until 1969, my only sexual experience had been masturbation. I had had a few boys ask me out for a date, but they were jerks who expected to get laid on the first date, and then they dumped me when I didn’t agree with their approach.
In March of that year, when I was in Grade 11, a boy named Peter moved to the city just a few houses north of mine. He was in Grade 12, but aside from being neighbours he joined the chess club and that’s where I first spoke with him. He suggested that we play chess with each other at our homes, and we became good friends.
In May he told me that he had tried to keep up his relationship with a girl in his former hometown, but that this hadn’t worked out. He said that the breakup had been hard because it was with her that he had lost his virginity (and she hers). In June, just after our examinations, we went on a first date. He took me to a movie, and we kissed afterwards. There was no way we could have gone further with either my parents or his lurking about. In bed that night, I masturbated while thinking of Peter.
We lived on a north-south street which had a cemetery to the east. The cemetery had been founded in the 19th century, so some parts of it rarely received mourners. On Sundays there were no funerals, and no groundskeepers working, so the old parts of the cemetery were very private. Peter and I would often go for walks in the cemetery on Sundays. We would bring a basket of sandwiches and a blanket with us so that we could have a picnic on the grass. We had a favourite spot, on the eastern edge of the cemetery, near where it bordered with a farmer’s field.
At first everything was innocent, but it soon became sexual. I let Peter play with my breasts, but soon he wanted more. On our fourth visit, I agreed to masturbate him. It was fascinating to see him get so excited, and when he came, he drenched my breasts with his cum. I took a finger and scooped up a some of his cum and put it into my mouth, and licked my finger. The rest of his cum dribbled onto my stomach, and I used a tissue to clean up the mess. Back at home that night, I masturbated in bed, thinking only of how much I wanted Peter. I wished that I had scooped up more of his cum; I wanted to perform oral sex on him.
On our next visit to the cemetery, Sunday 13 July 1969, I let Peter see my cunt for the first time. With my panties down, he began to masturbate me. I blurted out that I wanted to take his cock in my mouth. Peter moved his fingers from my cunt and replaced them with his mouth. After I came most wonderfully, I wanted so much to give him pleasure. I took him into my mouth; and my fingers moved to my cunt and I began masturbating. I could feel my orgasm building as Peter came, filling my mouth with his cum. Girls at school had talked about this moment. Most said that they would spit it out, but a couple of girls said that they had swallowed their boyfriends’ loads. I was so horny that I swallowed, and then my fingers brought me over the edge, and I shook with intense pleasure.
Both Peter and I had summer jobs. I was a waitress in a restaurant, and he worked in a library shelving books. That week, all my shifts were in the daytime, which is when Peter worked. That Monday evening, we got together to play chess at his home. Peter’s father was out-of-town on business. His mother announced that she had to pop out to the grocery store, and as soon as she left, we went to Peter’s room where we performed oral sex. It was so wonderful! When we had come, we snuggled together, and I could feel Peter’s cock growing again! I wondered if this would be the night for losing my virginity. He looked deep into my eyes, and without saying a word, we knew what we wanted. “Yes, Peter”, I said. Then we heard his mother drive the car into the driveway, and we got dressed faster than I ever had in my life! We hurried to the kitchen, and I, and then Peter, quickly moved our chess pieces so it wouldn’t look like we hadn’t been playing chess. Poor Peter! He only had half a second to make his move, and it was silly one! We helped his mother with the groceries, and then finished playing the game. My period began that evening, so that ruled out losing my virginity for the next few days. Peter and I played chess again on Wednesday and Friday. We were at my house on Wednesday, and we played at the kitchen table with my mother watching TV in the living room. It was too risky to do anything. On Friday, the situation was similar, but then my father arrived home from his business trip. I gave him a hug, but then he announced that he was tired from his trip, and went to bed. My mother went to join him. I sneaked upstairs to confirm what I thought they were doing, which was having sex! I went back downstairs and gave Peter a blow-job.
On Saturday I went to a drugstore near the restaurant, which was some distance from my house, so nobody knew me there. I bought a package of condoms, and put them in my handbag. Back at home, I took two condoms out of the package, and put them in my pocket. On that Sunday, 20 July 1969, most of the world was consumed by the lunar landing (that’s why I remember the date so well!). As usual, Peter and I went for our walk in the cemetery. Previously, we went on Sunday afternoons, but on this Sunday we left my house at about 11 am. My period had stopped, and the sun was shining brightly. Because of the scorching heat, we were lightly dressed. I was wearing a T-shirt with no bra, and shorts with panties underneath. We entered the cemetery as usual, through the grounds of a neo-Gothic Anglican church around which the cemetery had been built. As we neared the church we could hear the organ playover for the hymn “Crown him with many crowns”. Then, as we walked by the church, the choir and congregation began singing the hymn. We couldn’t be seen by anyone inside, because every window was filled with stained-glass.
We saw no-one as we walked to our favourite spot. Once we had gone past the church, all we could hear was the singing of the birds. We arrived and spread the blanket on the grass. We had brought a picnic, but we both wanted to make love first. Peter had brought an old white towel in the picnic basket. We undressed each other, and as I pulled down my shorts, I removed a condom from my pocket. We began performing oral sex. I came nicely, and then said, “Peter, I’m yours”, and handed him the condom. Peter took it out of the package, and put it on his cock. Then he laid the white towel down on the blanket. Peter stuck the tip of his cock at my maidenhead, and pushed. Nothing happened. He repositioned himself and then pushed again. Now I could feel pain as he began to enter me. He recoiled when he saw that I was in pain. I knew that breaking the hymen would be painful, but once it’s over, it’s over. I asked him to try again. He pushed and then suddenly my cunt opened to accept his cock. I wanted to scream but didn’t want that to attract attention. Now Peter was pumping furiously, and my pain was giving way to pleasure. I was being wound up like a coil. I needed to cum like I never had before. Then Peter’s thrusts became faster, and he obtained his release. The warmth of his cum filled my cunt, and when Peter’s face confirmed his moment of ecstacy, my orgasm began. Peter collapsed onto me as the throbbing of my pleasure continued. We kissed passionately, and then as Peter softened he withdrew his cock from me. He removed the condom. It had his cum on the inside, and my blood on the outside. The towel was soaked with blood, but the blanket remained clean, except for the usual grass stains.
I said to Peter that I wanted the condom, in its soiled state, as a memento of the day. I used some tissues to wipe the blood from between my legs, and then we got dressed. Peter had had the foresight to bring a some plastic bags. I used a small one for the condom, and a large one for the towel. We then proceeded to have our picnic. Putting everything into the basket, we headed back towards the church. The service had ended a bit earlier, and we exited the cemetery at the church-gate and headed to our homes.
I had an afternoon nap. Later in the day, I went to Peter’s house to watch the lunar landing. Peter’s mother said to me, “Nancy, there’s such a glow on your face. You must really be exited about the first man on the moon.” If only she knew the truth!
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