Where it happened: Home
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I met her on the C.B. radio. Like most night time chit chat, topics often got flirtatious to put it mildly. Anyway, I was full of it, as was she, so when she wanted to arrange a meeting so that she could molest me I took it with a pinch of salt, but I had to follow through in order to save face. The next day I went to meet her off the bus, not really expecting her to be there – but sure enough, there she was. We went home to my bedsit and I put the kettle on to make a coffee.
Even then, within a few minutes of getting indoors she started to rub herself against my behind. I was starting to get rather nervous – she was for real. Then we sat on the bed together (no other furniture) and she started kissing me. Then her hands started drifting to undo my shirt. I was in a dilemma – whether to admit my virginity and risk keeping it, or to risk making a fool of myself. I tried, unsuccessfully, to rebutton my shirt, and eventually removed it altogether. Then she started on my flies. This was the most embarrassing point of my life. My penis shot out like a coiled spring, making it patently obvious how aroused I really was, despite my best efforts to be coy. She just giggled! I knew by now that there was no going back, removed the rest of my clothes and returned to the kissing. Each second, I was getting harder – so hard that I was in agony. I tried to give myself relief by rubbing myself against her, without much luck. ‘For Gods sake, do something, I pleaded.’ In reply she gently started a slow act of masturbation for a few seconds, and stopped. I went back to rubbing against her thigh. This was the final message to her. Thankfully, she pulled down her knickers and presented herself to me. I even remember the thoughts that were going through my head … It looks different to what I was expecting … Will I fit into that small gap … How will my penis find the correct route – after all, there must be at least 2 – one to the womb and one to the bladder.
Trembling, I placed myself between her legs and gently guided myself into position. As I entered her, I remember to this day being amazed at how easy it was to get it in. There was none of the resistance I was expecting, and I just wanted to keep going in – even though I was in as far as I could.
The next stage, I thought, was the rapid pull & thrust (after all, I thought, masturbation is only simulated intercourse isn’t it..?). After a few seconds of rapid pumping, it became obvious that this was not the case. She screamed at me to take it easy! Now although I may not be much more than average with only 6.5″, compared to pictures I have seen on the net, the girth is quite thicker than average, so I suddenly remembered what I had once heard that sex is better for the man if he concentrates on trying to please his partner. I found this to be true, although I must say, I didn’t think it would be possible to reach a climax at that tempo, but then, after a while, I started to feel the familiar strains of ejaculation beginning to pull.
I didn’t want to give in to it, so I tried to hold back. At the same time, she was pulling me further into her by pulling on my buttocks. I couldn’t hold it any more, and I had the most beautiful orgasm I could ever remember since the first time I discovered how to masturbate.
Masturbation for the next week was also a much more enjoyable experience. I know that the second time was more enjoyable, as I had learned by then that ejaculation can be delayed for a few valuable seconds by trying to ‘push’ the orgasm, rather than to ‘pull’ it (men will know what I mean), but the only vivid sexual memory I have is the first one.
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