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My True Story
Azeera was 21, and I was 18. We were working at the same office for the summer, and she made it clear to me that she was interested in more than my friendship. At this time, not only was I a virgin ,but I had hardly had a serious girlfriend before. On several occasion we would meet after work and make out. We would kiss passionately and I would feel her large breasts through her blouse. She asked me one time “have you ever thought about being intimate with me?” One time she told me “do you know how hard it is to sleep with someone when your mind is going crazy for someone else?” she said, referring to me. Of course I had, and had masturbated many times that summer to the thought of screwing her. Then we planned that we would meet one Saturday at her house with the unspoken understanding that we were going to have sex.
It was the afternoon. I arrived and we sat and talk for a while. She had arranged for her roommate to be away all day. She served me a glass of water and we chatted nervously. Then we sat on the couch and began to make out. It became more passionate than before and it was clear that we were going to go all the way. She asked if we wanted to move to the bed room. I said yes, but asked in my shy way if “there would be any risk to her,” meaning was she using birth control. She said she would be safe. She was a little shy about her body, and preferred that she get undressed first and wait for me under the covers. I stripped down to my underwear and joined her in the bedroom. There she was, under a pink sheet, only her head showing. I came near her and sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her passionately. We made out some more as we had done in the living room. Then I slowly pulled the sheet away from her upper half.
For the first time in my life I saw a woman’s breasts in person. Hers were on the larger size, with large aureoles and beautiful if flat pink nipples. I reached out, and for the first time stroked a woman’s breast. They were soft and silky, and smooth, as if they had soft talcum powder on them. I noticed for the first time that she had some freckles on her shoulder and above her breasts.I pulled the sheet down some more and saw her stomach and hips.
Although she was not overweight, she was a little self-conscious about her body, especially her stomach. I think it was because she was eleven years older than me that she was afraid that she would not measure up to my sexual expectations. She would sometimes mention that she was afraid that “some sophomore with a hot little body” would steal me.
On the contrary, I found her very hot and desperately wanted to do her. At work, when I would see her standing at counter, in her tight jeans, I would imagine standing behind her luscious ass and doing her from behind. She spread her legs apart and I saw a pussy for the first time. Her mound was covered with thick hair, not as blonde as the hair on her head, but light colored. Her lips were gently spread apart.
I climbed up on top of her and lay down between her legs. My penis glided against her outer lips. It felt very nice–wet and warm, and I in my inexperience thought I was inside her. I thrusted a few times. She said “do you want to come inside me?” “Yes, ” I said, realizing my naivete, “but I need you to guide me.” She reached down and held my penis. The first time any one had every touched it but me. In retrospect, I rather wish I had spread out the time of my sexual discovery. And that the first time I saw woman’s breasts was not just moments before the first time I saw a woman’s pussy, and that the first time a woman stroked my penis was not just seconds before the first time I felt a woman’s cunt around my cock.
But this is the way it was going to be, and I, in my horny 18 year old way, was not going to stop now.
She held my penis in front of the wet, warm lips of her vulva and begin to pull me toward her. I pushed slightly toward her, and to my surprise, my penis began to slide in, with almost no resistance.
I realize now that she must have been extraordinarily wet. I know that she was horny for me as no woman has probably every been since then.
As I pushed in, I felt the most incredible sensations I had ever felt. It had felt nice when I was mistakenly thrusting outside her cunt. But now, I felt tingling all up and down my spine, and certainly all through my penis. I remember thinking “god, it feels so good, now I know why people do all sorts of crazy things to have sex.”
I also remember feeling that it was different than I expected. I knew that it would be wet, but I was surprised at how warm it was. I was also a bit surprised by how tight it was. Of course, the sensation I was most accustomed to feeling was that of my own hand jerking myself off. So anything would have felt different, but this was truly exciting. If you a guy and have never felt a pussy around you, you have something wonderful to look forward to! It is amazing. If you are a girl, I hope that sex is even 1 percent as good for women, cause it’s amazing for guys. No wonder guys spend so much time trying to get down women’s pants and into their pussies. Now my main object was to hold off from coming immediately, and at least have a reasonable performance as a lover. I had masturbated that morning in the hopes that ejaculating would at least take some of the physical edge off my need to come. Azeera moaned softly as I began to thrust in and out of her, not too fast, again for fear of coming right away. I lay on top of her and felt her ample breasts pressed against my naked chest. I became more confident and I began to look at her more. I noticed that her legs were straight up in the air, and that she had her hand on her legs above her knees to hold her legs up. I have fucked some other women since Azeera, and I know now that one difference between how women have sex is how they hold their legs. Azeera liked to keep her legs straight up–perhaps she had learned that she could get deeper penetration that way. I had another partner–in fact the best lay I have ever had–who kept her legs bent slightly at the knees. My current partner likes to keep her legs flat on the bed, spread apart so I can get between them, but flat on the bed.The sight of Azeera’s legs in the air was about all that I could take. For the first time I really was aware that my horny adolescent fantasies were all coming true–I was screwing a hot, blonde, big breasted woman, and a woman who had been fantasizing about me and who was wet for me.
I felt a climax build up inside me rather quickly. I had been on the edge since I first penetrated Azeera’s pussy, but now, within seconds, I was about to come. The orgasm I had was very good,though not mind-blowing like the best orgasms from masturbation can be. I felt semen pump out of me and, for the first time in my life, it did not end up in a wad of Kleenex, but deep inside the cunt of a living, breathing woman. I decided to keep pumping and see if I could keep it up for a while. I succeded for a minute or so, but I felt my erection beginning to decrease. I pulled out of Azeera and held her in my arms. After a few minutes in her arms I felt me erection returning and I felt the urge to penetrate her again. I got back up between her legs and, again with her guiding hand, entered her pussy. This time I thrusted faster and deeper, knowing that I was not going to blow my load immediately. She again began to moan. It was not the long, loud moans that I had heard in the porno movies I had watched. This was more like a series of soft, low sighs: “oooh, uuuh,oooh” almost in time with my thrusts. I often wished I had taped one of our many lovemaking sessions, just to be able to hear those moans again.
Her cunt felt smooth, wet, tight, and exciting. It was soft, yet the surface of it gave a nice rub to my cock. I pumped and thrusted. Soon I came again, became limp, withdrew and lay beside her. “Did you come?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. I was surprised that she did not know I had orgasmed (either time). Later I spoke with her about it, and she said that usually she did not feel the semen pumping into her. I always imagined that women would feel that hot, wet, spurts in their pussies. But it turns out that the deep recesses of the cunt are not extremely sensitive.
Azeera had not come from our first lovemaking. In later sessions I would remedy that, either fingering her pussy or driving her wild with my tongue on her clit. It was over. I was no longer a virgin, and I had enjoyed my first fuck. I have masturbated many times since then and remembered my Saturday afternoon with Azeera.