He was a boyfriend from when I lived in Central Africa. He was s older than me, and memorable party we had slow danced. He had slipped a hand inside the high slit of my long skirt and had been the first boy to touch my pussy. He had fingered me while we danced, and it been the most wonderful sensation of my s of life. I was a total innocent, never dreaming that such sensations lay a mere fingertip away. At party I had taken my pants off in the bathroom, eager to repeat the act, and sitting in a gloomy corner, his hand up my skirt he had finger fucked me to my first orgasm. Within weeks my family had quit Africa and we moved back to the UK. I thought that I would never see him again. Then came the letter, he had a long weekend from boarding school. Could he hitch hike to Chelmsford and see me? Knowing it would be out of the question to stay at my house, he asked about local camp sites and said that he would bring his tent. Two weeks later he was there.
We were walking in the wood, a mile or so from my parents house. We were both a little awkward, not really at ease with each other having been apart for so long. I was wishing that he would put his arms around me, kiss me. Something. I suppose I could have kissed him, but was too unsure, to shy to be so forward. I guess he was having the same problem. It needed something to break the ice, and that something seemed to catch us both by surprise.
I needed to pee. I had been ignoring it for a while, as if ignoring it would make it go away. Suddenly I was desperate, miles from a loo, and with him walking along beside me. Embarrassment lost out to necessity. Unless I was willing to wet myself in his presence I had to pee.
“I have to pee… won’t be a mo!†and I scurried off the path, seeking a bush. I did not get far, and had to pull my knickers down and squat hurridly. Thank god I had worn a dress. The feeling of total bliss as the hot liquid gushed was hard to describe. The loud crack of a twig made me start. I looked up in fright and could have died. He was standing about six feet away, watching me with a strange, intent expression. Heat flushed through my body, and my cheeks burned. Still with a strong flow of pee, I was unable to move, and my tongue seemed stuck to the roof of my mouth. Then it struck me, he was enjoying watching me. The front of his jeans was grossly distended and one hand was unconscious touching himself. I’m still unsure what made me pull the hem of my dress up to my waist, fully exposing myself to him – I just seemed to be the right thing to do.
“God, you look sexy†he gasped.
“You’ve got a hard on,†I managed in reply. “Show me,†I blurted out.
He unzipped himself and pulled his cock out. Wow. It was a lot bigger than I had expected. Swollen looking, it curve up towards the sky, and when he moved toward me it swung around and bobbed up and down. There were no words spoken as he walked right up to me. I was still peeing a small trickle when he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me towards his cock. He pressed it straight into my open mouth and I had my first mouthful of manhood. I tasted my first pre cum, the strange, slightly salty flavour a bit like snot and tears. I found it exiting, wickedly exiting. My whole body seemed to be on fire, squatting in the woods, the final drops of pee dripping from my exposed sex, as he fucked my mouth with mounting intensity.
“I want to fuck you.†His voice sounded strained, almost as if he was in pain. I remember thinking ‘Does he expect an answer!’ as I struggled to breath around the mouthful of his erection. I mumbled at him and tried to nod up at him.
Then his hand tightened in my hair, and his cock seemed to jerk and swell in my mouth. My heart leaped! He was going to cum! The hand in my hair tugged my head back, pulling my mouth off the shiny tip of his cock just as he ejecutlated. The pearly splatter went up my face, eyebrows and hair, and I cried out in disappointment. Ignoring the tug in my hair, I fought to recapture his cock. The next ejeculation flooded my mouth and I swallowed the gloopy fluid hungrily. I could hear him groaning and he reversed the pressure, the hand now forcing me onto his pumping shaft. I swallowed the remaining diminishing spurts of cum, and licked him clean of every smear. My first blow job, complete with swallow, and I felt like bursting with pride.
He had to help me rise from my squat, my knees protesting horribly. Vainly I tried to pull my knickers up, as I stumbled after him. His slippery cock remained rock hard, bobbing around wildly in front of him as he pulled me clear of the puddle I had made. Half a dozen steps and he stopped my by a fallen tree. He said nothing, but the there was an air of determination, of urgency about him. He was behind me, pulling my dress up around my waist, and with my knickers still stretched tight about my knees, I was bare arsed before him. He pressed my shoulders, forcing me to bend forward at the waist and I rested on the damp tree trunk. He was going to fuck me.
A frantic voice in my head shouted that I was not ready for this. It was too soon, it was not the romantic, candle lit scene of my imagination. But events had passed me by, I was no longer in control. Powerless and a little numb, I could feel the hot touch of his erection between my thighs, brushing my exposed buttocks, pressing between my fork and rubbing against my pussy. The hard slippery length slid over my vulva, and then up the crease of my bottom. My anus tingled, feeling every bump and ridge of the hot shaft slide over it. It frightened me again and made a pathetic, feeble protest.
“Wait… I don’t… its not… aaah.†As the hard tip probed between my pussy lips. My knees almost gave way when he smeared a large dollop of spit the quivering mouth of my vagina, then pressed into me, preparing the way. I bit my lip when the tip of his cock jabbed at my pussy again, probing for my tight opening.
Without any conscious thought I reached between my trembling thighs and pressed him to my opening. So much for protest. He shoved, rocking me forward, forcing his way into me, pushing past my virginity with a sharp sting. I think I squealed a bit, more in shock than pain. Despite my protestations, ever since I had squatted to pee with him so close, had started my juices flowing. My body was ready for him, even if my mind had a little catching up to do.
I felt every fat, throbbing inch of him fill my cunt. Not a word I would normally use, but it seemed so appropriate. I was being fucked, I had a cock in my cunt. The words filled my mind, and I savoured the feel of him, filling me, stretching me. It took my breath away. I moaned aloud when I he withdrew, slowly, seemingly to pull me inside out. Right out until only the swollen tip stretched the mouth of my vagina. Then the estactic, explosive gasp as he shoved the whole length back into me. No gentle initiation this, as he fucked me with deep, hard strokes. Strong hands on my hips, sliding me off his withdrawing shaft, pulling me back onto him when he thrust in. Once he used a finger to tickle my anus, and I found that very disconcerting. The idea of him looking down at my asshole… I tried to jerk my hips, and grunted unhappily, and he seemed to get the idea, and left it alone. It seemed to last forever, having cum in my mouth, he seemed to be in no hurry. I loved the feel of his cock driving into me, the firm grip of his hands on m waist, and I found the whole experience intensly exiting and erotic. I seemed indecently wet, my groin and inner thighs seemed to be soaked – and I never wiped myself after interrupted pee! I found the wet noises we were making a little disconcerting, but it was not as if there was anything I could do about it. I loved the feel of his balls, thumping against my pussy with every deep thrust. I didn’t orgasm or anything, there was no mounting tension towards that kind of explosive release, but a nice, happy warm glow suffusing my body. Thinking about cuming, I experienced another stab of fear. Panting I craned my neck to look back at him, loving the look of strained rapture on his face.
“Don’t… cum… Ooh… inside… me… Please!†I kind of grunted at him.
Maybe it was the words themselves that triggered him off. There was a noticeable change to his vigourous thrusting. They were suddenly shorter, faster and if possible, even more urgent. Rather like when he blew in my mouth! Great minds think alike! And the sudden image, the knowledge, that he was going to cum – his cock deep in my body, pumping his seed into my womb suddenly had me on the brink of my own orgasm. My limbs trembled and I could feel my pussy clenching around his hard bulk… and he pulled out of me! I cried out at agonising loss, and shuddered when I felt the warm splatter of his cum the cheeks of my bottom and wash over my anus.
I heard my voice crying “No†as I groped behind me, and started to rise from my bending position. He made his own strange strangled noise, then he pressed the tip of his cock to my cum smeared anus and sodomised me. He went up me with remarkable ease, still in the throes of his own climax. I jerked upright, fully impaled on the hot rod of his cock. His hands came to but hold my achy breasts and I pressed a hand between my sticky thighs, pinched my clitoris and had a sharp explosive orgasm.
Now that is what I call a walk in the woods. Have a pee and give a blow job while doing it. Lose your virginity and finish off by getting butt fucked. For the rest of that memorable weekend we hardly left the tent. We must have fucked a dozen times, tried out all the positions we could think of, but usually ended up with me kneeling while he did me doggy style. This all happened long before the days of easy access to birth control. He did cum inside my pussy twice, but we survived it. He popped off in my mouth several times, but usually, with a little help from a hastily borrowed bottle of baby oil, he would blow his load up my ass, making me cum wildey every single time.
So far it has proved to be a successful recipe for a long, action packed relationship. I often suck on his cock while enjoying a pee, and it always seems to guarantee a good hard fucking, usually ending up with him cuming in my ass. Can’t beat traditions!
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