Where it happened: her porch
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Trying to cope with a seemingly interminable vertical line of tiny hook and eye catches on the back of Jennifer’s unexpectedly complex brassiere was a lot more frustrating that the prospect of whether sex would be or would not be the outcome of my fumblings. My attempts were being subverted by Jennifer’s kisses and the sudden shocking intrusion of her tongue slithering between my lips to xylophone across my teeth. I eventually realised I was supposed to actually let her stick her tongue past my teeth, deep into my mouth. I’d never had another person’s tongue probing my tonsils before. Was this supposed to be sexy? I guessed it was.
Reciprocally, Jennifer’s fingers were applying themselves far more successfully at my flies and her cool fingers were soon twined around and stimulating my rapid tumescence. The last hook and eye gave way and she shrugged off the offending garment to reveal two disappointingly small breasts, cupped easily in both hands. They felt quite pleasant however and I was surprised by the resiliently firm arousal of her nipples coring into the centre of my palms like two barely ripe strawberries. Still holding my erection with one hand, Jennifer had skilfully released my belt and undone vital buttons with her other. Momentarily releasing her hold on me, she dragged down my pants and underpants together in one swift movement then reclaimed my now-rigid erection in both hands.
Feeling rather foolish with my pants hobbling my ankles, I was soon distracted when she manoeuvred my penis beneath her skirt and drew it up against her sex. My penis leaped to even greater arousal, stimulated by the intelligence that she was not wearing panties – she was sensually, excitingly naked underneath her dress – and surprisingly slippery. I felt myself pulled deeper between her lubricious thighs as she thrust forward. She giggled breathlessly. “Go in now…” she drew me up and into a hot wetness. She giggled again, a low lascivious invitation. “Push right up into me… there… ooh yes, that’s it… there!” Her hands directed my blindly butting rod like a sword into its scabbard.
I needed no second invitation. It was just in time. Hands still on her breasts, I pushed her back hard against the smooth wall against which she had been leaning. My adolescent, virile seed came boiling up from my loins like explosive magma from a volcano. Uncontrollably I jetted powerfully into Jennifer as she released her hold on my erection, settling herself heavily down onto my spurting manhood. I arched ecstatically, lifting her onto tiptoe as I slid into her with a wonderful hot rush. She cried out, an unintelligible cry of lust and desire.
Her hands clasped my buttocks so tightly that I felt the claws of her nails. Jennifer rolled her thighs around me, drawing herself even deeper onto me as I continued to fill her with my seed. She tightened herself around me in a series of sensual pulses, seeming to suck me even deeper into her body, stimulating a final jet of ejaculate. Jennifer continued to hold me into her, skilfully maintaining my rigidity with her muscular contractions. I’d never imagined sex could be so good. I could feel her body viscerally enclosing me, moving around my stem like slithering fingers and tongues. Eventually she released me, but only after I had begun to detumesce to such a degree that she could no longer hold me in.
Slipping out of her, legs trembling, breathing heavily from my exertions, I kissed her, taking the initiative of tonguing into her mouth with a newfound sophistication. My first time! I loved her, my beautiful first love! “I love you, Jennifer, I love you!”
And then she giggled; a low, dirty, lascivious, throaty giggle. “Poo… what’s that smell?”
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