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FIRST SEX_ MAN WHAT A HIT
I was that smart/dorky kid in high school — never could get up the nerve to ask someone out. When I finally did go out on my first date at the age of eighteen, I couldn't find the courage to even kiss her goodbye. It took three more years until I had my first kiss.
We met on the train. I was a combat soldier on my way back to base from a twenty-four-hour leave, and she was on her way to work. We talked for a short while. Again, I lacked the nerve to even ask for her number. Luckily, the next time I took the train, she was there again. We talked for longer this time, and when I got home, she friended me on Facebook.
We went out on a date that week — Belgian waffles and a walk downtown. I got so nervous I waved goodbye to her. The next time, we met at a botanical garden. It was cherry-blossom week. I think it was even Valentine's Day, actually, but nether of us mentioned it. As I got ready to cross the street after another kissless date, she took charge and kissed me goodbye. I almost ran away from confusion, but I'm glad I didn't.
After that, we talked every day on the phone. A month after we met I told her on the phone that I loved her, and I think I really did, too. I still remember the sound of her voice melting on the end of the line. We were that couple you see on trains and buses around town, kissing and cuddling for the whole ride. But I didn't mind; this was all new to me and I enjoyed every little piece of it.
A few weeks after I got used to the kissing and petting, we went over to her parents' place. They were out of the country. We were playing around and she told me she usually didn't go all the way so soon in a relationship. She wanted me to know that she wasn't "a whore or something." I told her she wasn't one, but I didn't mention that she would be my first.
I was smiling the whole time and that made her laugh at me, but I didn't mind. She had a huge mirror in her room, so I could see her backside and myself under her. I told myself to remember that image, so I could remember how I felt that night. Afterwards we took a shower together (another first for me), went to bed, and ended up doing it again. I was really proud of myself that night.
She was my first kiss, first second and third base, and my first home-run, and she never even knew it. We broke up a month later. I knew then we weren't meant to last — we were too different. Here is the morning after sex sessiion
After our bodies recovered she wanted to mount me as I lay on my back. Having just shot my load I was half erect but well lubed with sperm for an entry into her vagina. She lowered her self on my manhood and sighed as I impaled her. She was silent and motionless as she knelt over me. Suddenly she tensed up and began breathing hard even harder than our last union of lovers. She whimpered as she slipped down my love shaft more and more, she even shook a little. My sweaty body was all she could handle emotionally and her body was all I could think about. To think this girl was coupled with me after all the things we endured to end our virgin status.
I remember feeling down her blouse behind the bleachers that hot august day after the game. I remember her feeling my chest as hairless as it was and hugging me close. I was old enough at 18 for a stiffie and she was close enough to feel it pressed up against her stomach. At 18 she felt down my pants and at 18 and 1/2 slid her hand under the top of my briefs. She did not see my penis until we were both nearly 19, as I never saw her va jay jay until that same day when we were of legal age. Now at 19 she was feeling it inside her and I was feeling her stretched out vagina around my tenderloin. All the waiting was worth it as we cared about each other a lot.
Continued- first sex man what a hit
The delay which was sometimes painful for me was a blessing as our love grew so much as we matured. I remember the first kiss and the sparks that flew when our lips met for the first time- those years ago . I remember her soft firm tongue meet mine as we embraced in the bushes at the lake. I even remember the day we masturbated over the phone for the first time . My cock in hand was stiff and it shot a load up on the underside of my brothers top bunk bed mattress. Our mutual jerk off private session over the phone allowed us to experiment with our bodies and learn how to control our selves.
Anyway to get back to our lovers union, she was slipping down my shaft slowly enjoying my body more and more on our additional session and I was now fully erect inside my girl. She started bouncing up and down and my member was sliding in and out. Her vagina was sloppy wet from our loving and my penis slipped out of her love clamp only to have her position it to impale her on the next bounce.
She wanted it doggy style so she got on her hands and knees and I knew where to position myself and also to take control of the situation by slapping her bottom once to show her who was in control. She yelped at the contact but grew all the more horny as she stuck her behind at me in a way that said “ fuck me hard”. I grabbed her arms and her chest fell down. All she could do was dangle there hoping I would not let go and this forced her butt higher and spread her sex out even more. I rammed my rod in her vagina, though I could have done her anally, but wanted her ready for that type of sex. I was fully impaling her down to her cervix and she was moaning for more of my beefcake. My testicles she had first seen long ago were banging and slapping against her ass. The movement caused them to tingle and hang low in their protective sack.
My pimple covered scrotum was hot and bald as I shaven myself for this event. She had also shaved her vagina to please me and it was a sight to behold. I saw her clitoris for the first time peeking out from underneath its hood. It was so delicate I was afraid to touch it so I left it for another day. Suddenly she tensed up, twitched and flailed about as she had her first vaginal orgasm or so I thought.
I was on the verge of ejaculation and noticed my spine was on fire and my balls were twitching in my scrotum. My testicles raised up close to my body and suddenly my body relaxed and out flowed jets of cum streaming in her pussy. When my ejaculation was complete I lowered her in a heap face down and collapsed on her back. My limp love shaft fell away from its warm home and was squeezed against her ass crack when I landed on her.
She was spent and could not move so I rolled off her and threw a sheet over her sweaty, sex coated body. I fell asleep face up and the cold woke me up an hour later. As she was asleep still, I washed her body and cleaned her up as she lay there. She rolled over mostly in a dream state, so I washed her pelvis, stomach and breasts.
Her breasts were so fantastic. B cups they were with long nipples and contoured areolas to fit in my mouth. I was sucking them as she woke from her dream. She admitted she was doing the star quarterback on the team in her dream but I was OK with that as I was the one she really loved and I was the one she lost her cherry to.
We never married each other, but came close. Life is cruel sometimes as it changes and people need to move and go down different paths they are not in control of life’s twists and turns. We had a few more encounters with each others body’s and grew aware of each other’s needs until life separated us. I even was fortunate enough to share her body after her college days and all her different sexual experiences. She said I had prepared her for her loves but I was her real original lover.
I was that smart/dorky kid in high school — never could get up the nerve to ask someone out. When I finally did go out on my first date at the age of eighteen, I couldn't find the courage to even kiss her goodbye. It took three more years until I had my first kiss.
We met on the train. I was a combat soldier on my way back to base from a twenty-four-hour leave, and she was on her way to work. We talked for a short while. Again, I lacked the nerve to even ask for her number. Luckily, the next time I took the train, she was there again. We talked for longer this time, and when I got home, she friended me on Facebook.
We went out on a date that week — Belgian waffles and a walk downtown. I got so nervous I waved goodbye to her. The next time, we met at a botanical garden. It was cherry-blossom week. I think it was even Valentine's Day, actually, but nether of us mentioned it. As I got ready to cross the street after another kissless date, she took charge and kissed me goodbye. I almost ran away from confusion, but I'm glad I didn't.
After that, we talked every day on the phone. A month after we met I told her on the phone that I loved her, and I think I really did, too. I still remember the sound of her voice melting on the end of the line. We were that couple you see on trains and buses around town, kissing and cuddling for the whole ride. But I didn't mind; this was all new to me and I enjoyed every little piece of it.
A few weeks after I got used to the kissing and petting, we went over to her parents' place. They were out of the country. We were playing around and she told me she usually didn't go all the way so soon in a relationship. She wanted me to know that she wasn't "a whore or something." I told her she wasn't one, but I didn't mention that she would be my first.
I was smiling the whole time and that made her laugh at me, but I didn't mind. She had a huge mirror in her room, so I could see her backside and myself under her. I told myself to remember that image, so I could remember how I felt that night. Afterwards we took a shower together (another first for me), went to bed, and ended up doing it again. I was really proud of myself that night.
She was my first kiss, first second and third base, and my first home-run, and she never even knew it. We broke up a month later. I knew then we weren't meant to last — we were too different. Here is the morning after sex sessiion
After our bodies recovered she wanted to mount me as I lay on my back. Having just shot my load I was half erect but well lubed with sperm for an entry into her vagina. She lowered her self on my manhood and sighed as I impaled her. She was silent and motionless as she knelt over me. Suddenly she tensed up and began breathing hard even harder than our last union of lovers. She whimpered as she slipped down my love shaft more and more, she even shook a little. My sweaty body was all she could handle emotionally and her body was all I could think about. To think this girl was coupled with me after all the things we endured to end our virgin status.
I remember feeling down her blouse behind the bleachers that hot august day after the game. I remember her feeling my chest as hairless as it was and hugging me close. I was old enough at 18 for a stiffie and she was close enough to feel it pressed up against her stomach. At 18 she felt down my pants and at 18 and 1/2 slid her hand under the top of my briefs. She did not see my penis until we were both nearly 19, as I never saw her va jay jay until that same day when we were of legal age. Now at 19 she was feeling it inside her and I was feeling her stretched out vagina around my tenderloin. All the waiting was worth it as we cared about each other a lot.
Continued- first sex man what a hit
The delay which was sometimes painful for me was a blessing as our love grew so much as we matured. I remember the first kiss and the sparks that flew when our lips met for the first time- those years ago . I remember her soft firm tongue meet mine as we embraced in the bushes at the lake. I even remember the day we masturbated over the phone for the first time . My cock in hand was stiff and it shot a load up on the underside of my brothers top bunk bed mattress. Our mutual jerk off private session over the phone allowed us to experiment with our bodies and learn how to control our selves.
Anyway to get back to our lovers union, she was slipping down my shaft slowly enjoying my body more and more on our additional session and I was now fully erect inside my girl. She started bouncing up and down and my member was sliding in and out. Her vagina was sloppy wet from our loving and my penis slipped out of her love clamp only to have her position it to impale her on the next bounce.
She wanted it doggy style so she got on her hands and knees and I knew where to position myself and also to take control of the situation by slapping her bottom once to show her who was in control. She yelped at the contact but grew all the more horny as she stuck her behind at me in a way that said “ fuck me hard”. I grabbed her arms and her chest fell down. All she could do was dangle there hoping I would not let go and this forced her butt higher and spread her sex out even more. I rammed my rod in her vagina, though I could have done her anally, but wanted her ready for that type of sex. I was fully impaling her down to her cervix and she was moaning for more of my beefcake. My testicles she had first seen long ago were banging and slapping against her ass. The movement caused them to tingle and hang low in their protective sack.
My pimple covered scrotum was hot and bald as I shaven myself for this event. She had also shaved her vagina to please me and it was a sight to behold. I saw her clitoris for the first time peeking out from underneath its hood. It was so delicate I was afraid to touch it so I left it for another day. Suddenly she tensed up, twitched and flailed about as she had her first vaginal orgasm or so I thought.
I was on the verge of ejaculation and noticed my spine was on fire and my balls were twitching in my scrotum. My testicles raised up close to my body and suddenly my body relaxed and out flowed jets of cum streaming in her pussy. When my ejaculation was complete I lowered her in a heap face down and collapsed on her back. My limp love shaft fell away from its warm home and was squeezed against her ass crack when I landed on her.
She was spent and could not move so I rolled off her and threw a sheet over her sweaty, sex coated body. I fell asleep face up and the cold woke me up an hour later. As she was asleep still, I washed her body and cleaned her up as she lay there. She rolled over mostly in a dream state, so I washed her pelvis, stomach and breasts.
Her breasts were so fantastic. B cups they were with long nipples and contoured areolas to fit in my mouth. I was sucking them as she woke from her dream. She admitted she was doing the star quarterback on the team in her dream but I was OK with that as I was the one she really loved and I was the one she lost her cherry to.
We never married each other, but came close. Life is cruel sometimes as it changes and people need to move and go down different paths they are not in control of life’s twists and turns. We had a few more encounters with each others body’s and grew aware of each other’s needs until life separated us. I even was fortunate enough to share her body after her college days and all her different sexual experiences. She said I had prepared her for her loves but I was her real original lover.
