Where it happened: my apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
Let me start by saying I am married to my husband that I met in college. We have a 5 year old son.
Now to my “First time”.
I’ll go all the way back to my childhood. My family lived next door to a family for years. In fact, they still do. They had a son my age, Roy. We literally grow up together–almost like sister and brother. We played together constantly–even to the “show me yours and I’ll show you mine. He said “you dont have a dick” when he saw me. His looke like about 1/4th of a weiner. That was all that was ever said about sexual organs.
We dated in our teen years and petted heavily, he fingered me some but I only felt his cock through his pants. We would break up and date others but always come back together when my boy friend at the time finally realized that I didn’t put-out. After graduation, I wwent off to college and he went to an automobile mechanics school.
I met my husband-to-be when I was a junior in college and he was a sophmore. We petted some, but he only fingered me one time. I told him that I was saving my-self for my husband and he being a upstanding Christian boy, honored my request and would only touch my breast through my clothes. We became engaged shotly after my graduation, and decided to wait until he graduated to get married.
Now forward a year—-It’s now a little over two weeks until he graduates and I’m at a bridal shower at Roy’s parents house. When the party ended, my car wouldn’t start and the logical person to call was Roy. He came over–tried to start it and told mw what it needed but couldn’t get it done tonight. My Mother and Roy’s Mother both agreed that Roy could take me to my apartment and we all loaded my gifts into his car and drove to my apartment.
When we got everything inside, I hugged him for his “thanks”. In returning my hug, he held on to me real tight and it brought back old memories of yesteryear. I
kissed him on the lips and then whisperd in his ear—“why don’t you take me right now. (I was getting thoroughly wet and hot). He reminded me that I wanted to wait for my first time to be with my husband. I said: “Roy, I feel that I owe you something for all the times I sent you home
in “need” As he undressed me he kissed my breasts and held me close enough to fell his cock hardening—then he took my panties off and fingered me a few minutes and the started getting out of his clothes. Oh my, how time had changed the appearance and size of his cock in all these years. After getting in my bed, I touched his cock for the first time in, I guess, thirteen or fourteen years.
As it came to full erection, I could not get my hand around it! HUGE!! I held it to help him guide it into my vagina, I felt like the diameter of a Coke can and about
half again as long–must have been 9 inches long! Roy was and still is, a gntle person, as he didn’t just shove his cock in me–he was slow and easy as I tried to relax so that it would go in. It was several minutes befor he was pushing against my cervix. I don’t know how deep a vagina is, but mine was FULL of his cock and in constant contact with my clitoris. After just a few strokes, I had and enormous climax and shortly after mine, I could feel his cock pumping semen into me. It was the most satisfying and warm feeling that I’ve ever known.
I was on the pill and had been since I was fourteen, as I had irregular periods from the rime I went into puberty. My Ob/gyn had out me on them to regulate my period and my hymen had been torn or opened with and during visits for check-ups. Thats why I didn’t feel any pain during my firat, just some discomfort getting all that cock in me.
To use the language of the street—“My First Fuck” was amazing.
My next time was with my husband. It was a few days after he graduated and I was amazed the second time at the sight of a man’s cock. My husband’s was somewhat smaller and it just slipped in with no problem and did not reach my cervix like Roy’s did. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband and his cock satisfies me, I just don’t get that full feeling that Roy gave me when I gave him my virginty.
As I’vwe always said “girls don’t lose their virginity, they remember who they gave it to!.
That, folks, was my first time but wasn’t my last time with Roy. We still get together when we get get a chance, several time a year just so I can get thae wonder full feeling of his cock. My hubby has absolutely no idea and never will.
It’s just Roy and me and now you who have read this but you don’t know me or where I live,
Hope you enjoyed reading this as I can almost feel him while I told you this.
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