Where it happened: Churchyard
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was 17 and although I had pulled a few girls before I had never actually touched a girls breasts or vagina before, and as you can probably imagine this lack of experience was starting to thoroughly do my head in. So when one saturday night last summer I was walking home, having been down the pub with some mates and had a good few drinks, a girl said hello to me as I walked past, I was under no circumstances going to waste the opportunity.
We got talking and were soon kissing, and I was getting more and more ambitious with my hands. Before long I was feeling inside her bra, without any objections on her part which I can tell you was a new experience for me! I then started gently stroking her thighs, slowly moving higher and higher up the inside of her legs, and as we were sitting on a very public bench in the high-street of my local town centre, she whispered in my ear “not here”. I was unsure how to take this and so, pushing my luck a bit, I suggested that we go somewhere more private.
To my surprise she agreed, and we walked hand in hand down a side road to a churchyard which was, although still exposed to any prying eyes, a private enough place to get more intimate. To be honest the public aspect of it turned me on amd as it was either here or not at all we soon got down to business. At this point I was still unsure of how far she was planning to go, but I soon found out as, after a few minutes of kissing and carressing her, she allowed me to undoe her bra, gently part her legs, and remove her by now moist panties.
This was the first time that I had had first hand experience of the female sexual organs and I was determined to make the most of it, by having a good explore and in the process making sure that she had the greatest possible pleasure. I started slowly stroking her vaginal lips and rubbing her clitoris, noting her panting and taking my cue to insert a finger into her, moving it in and out with increasing rapidity as she became more and more turned on. I began to kiss her inner thighs, breathing in deeply the sweaty, salty, delicious odour eminating from between them, all the time becoming more and more excited as I realised that it was finally going to happen to me, and my tongue swept closer and closer to the magical area that I had spent so much of my adolescence dreaming of.
At last the tip of my tongue flicked across her labia, and I revelled in the glorious taste of her and in her shallow, rapid breaths as I realised the effect my ministerings were having upon her. I continued, becoming more and more enthusiastic, and her hips began bucking and writhing, until after about 20 minutes my tongue was absolutely exhausted, and I slid upwards and began fucking her mouth. To be honest the blow job she gave me was short lived and ineffectual, but a lot of this can be put down to the position. From my younger experiments with other boys (yes I have had gay sex, and many more times than I have heterosexual unfortunately; this is not a state of affairs that pleases me!!) I know that this position is intensely uncomfortable for the partner giving the blow job, and I also know the importance of a good technique, which she certainly did not have.
She pulled away and so I moved to a kneeling position and she started pulling at my cock, with little skill and about as much enthusiasm, and I began to realise that she was not the most considerate or skilled of lovers (although she clearly was experienced due to her agressive pulling technique, and the extrem looseness of her vagina by comparison to those I have got my hands on since which I knew to be virgins, sorry to be so yukky and clinical!).
I now felt that the time was right to take the plunge and go for the big act itself, and so I lay on my back and helped her sit astride me, when disaster struck! Due to her passive role so far (which made me feel she was only putting up with what was going on rather than actively enjoying it) and the vast amount of alchahol I had consumed, my dick went a bit floppy and was unable to penetrate her. Luckily we laughed it off and she seized the opportunity to move forwards and sit on my face.
All of a sudden it seemed as though she was really into what we were doing again, and began to enthusiastically grind herself faster and faster into my tongue and mouth as I reached up to play with her nipples. When I sensed that she was at the height of her pleasure I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and gently nibbled it, which brought moans of pleasure from her and turned me on absolutely no end. After a while I was in danger of suffocating and so gently pushed her off me and lay her on her back.
By now my penis was rock solid, as I had discovered my raison d’etre; giving oral sex has always bee a huge turn on for me since then. I moved it to the wet and hungry opening of her pussy and slowy pushed it in, savouring the warmth and moisture and feeling every movement of her hips as I began to slide in and out of her.
As my excitement mounted and she began panting and moaning again, I clasped her hand and kissed her deeply, feeling the enormous depth of intimacy that only comes at the height of the sexual experience, occasionaly switching to suck and lick her nipples which were splendidly hard. After a few minutes of this (not a long perfomance I know, but I had been horny as hell for ages beforehand whilst pleasuring her) I felt my orgasm welling inside me, and was soon shooting a truly record (for me anyway!) load of sperm deep inside her, before relaxing in the afterglow, still holding hands and staring into her face which for that moment seemed the most beatuiful I had ever seen.
The romance of the moment (despite the anonymity and her lack of enthusiasm for pleasuring me it was still highly romantic; a warm summer’s evening and a beautiful grassy location, and a degree of intimacy that I had never before experienced) was somewhat spoilt as she announced that she had to go home, and we exchanged names, ages and phone numbers.
It turned out that she was 16, although before I told her my age she lied and said she was 18 (I think she assumed I was older tham that), and deception turned out to be one of her habits later on because although we went out once, she stood me up the next time and gave some shitty excuse. Our one date was not too succesful, as we arranged to meet and go to a nightclub, outside which she promptly announced that she didnt have a single penny on her, leaving me to buy her drinks, cigarettes, entrance to the club, a taxi home, absolutely everything (and remeber that I was still at school and pretty poor myself). After we left, we went to a nearby park where I gave her oral sex for a looong time, admittedly greatly enjoying it, but after she achieved orgasm she then decided that she had had enough and didn’t feel like returning the favour or having full sex. Mutual friends we had (by coincidence) told me that she was a selfish, cheap girl who used men in this sort of way all the time, although I thought the whole experience had still been worthwile.
I also realised that the old myths about everybody’s 1st time being clumsy and hurried is complete rubbish; it is what you make of it, and if you do as I did and make it last, spending time trying to pleasure your partner, then it can be a very rewarding experience rather than simply a rite of passage which one tries to get out of the way as quickly as possible.
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