Where it happened: The American Night
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I realize that all too many people are going to skip completely over this entire submission, due to the ages. But, what they do may be their own business, though for my age, I have a maturity and look that may not fit. I’ve often been unfortunate in attracting guys of an older domain and having parents that aren’t sensitive to that domain, I had given up many dating experiences. Sure, I’d had a few boyfriends, no big deal. But, things for this Wiccan lady were about to be forever changed. He was 16 at the time, nearing his 17th birthday. I was about to turn 15. We had met online, though only through email and not through chat. Things progressed and we met up in person and well, I’ve never felt such an attraction before in all my days. When I first layed eyes on him, I knew what I wanted. It wasn’t just sex. It was so much more. I was a virgin, as I later found out, was he. But, he had experience and innocence to him, something that I had searched the planet for and had never availed to find. We hit it off great and shared a wonderful month together as a couple. Remember those days? Of course you do. Being promised and going out with so and so. The entire boyfriend/ girlfriend auora, but this was so much different. He made me feel so wonderful, even before anything sexual ever occured.
But on to the entire sexuality of the whole ordeal. We started off kissing, he was a great kisser and knew how to work his tongue so that it turned me on so immensely and made me so wet, to this day, I can’t deny it. After spending at least a month, doing nothing but kissing, things weren’t getting boring, they never were with him, but I wanted to take things to a new level… I wanted to show him things that he had never known before. I wanted to feel the ecstasy that I’d only heard about before. I knew, after 3 short months that I was so in love with this guy, that he had my heart in his hands and could have done whatever he wanted with it. Luckily, he didn’t do what he wanted with my heart, but instead my pussy. Enough of the leading up to details, but I only vividly recall the actual time.
He had come over one day and arrived at my house at like 6am. I don’t recall why so early, but everyone was already asleep. I had showered and was in my room waiting to hear him pull up. I let him in and led him back to my room. Where I kissed him so passionately, so hard, so long, allowing him to feel my tongue all over his lips and everywhere in his mouth. As I memorized every last detail of it’s feeling. I whispered in his ear, what I wanted and inquired if he wanted the same. He was quick to the draw, that he did, but he was worried about two things. One was that he had never done this before, and the other was that he didn’t want to get caught. Immediately hearing the part about not wanting to get caught, sparked something inside of me, I knew that he’d be slightly nervous the entire time, and this turned me on to no end. Being able to watch him squirm in pleasure then in caution, was enough to drive me wild. I knew that we would be fine, afterall had I not, would we be doing this? We had played before, even touched bare skin on one another, I remember the first time that he put his hands on to my jeans and undid the buttons and zipper, slowly sliding his fingers down along the seam of my panties, and touching the soft pubic hair. How instantly wet I became and how much I just wanted for him to shove his fingers so deep inside and fuck my hole harder than I’d ever felt. But, all those times I had contained myself, not only for respect, but for the simple fact that one thing did alarm me to a point, also. That was my view of myself. I was so very insecure about my looks and my body. I’m not large, but I’m not the stick of a girl, that I wondered if he had dated before. I am about 5’7 and my breasts and all are about the same size they were then, as I developed early in life. I wore a 36D then and now I am approaching a double D. Oddly enough, though like most teenage girls, I wasn’t worried about my breasts, I thought they looked fine and enjoyed fondling them while masturbating on my own. I was more than satisfyed with my tight pink, lightly hair covered, virgin pussy, but the rest of me, was what I found bothersome. The way that he sensed this, this fear was amazing. He quickly calmed it too, which was even more amazing. He told me how much he loved me and how he wanted to have sex with me, not because of what I looked like, but because of the great love we shared. Then, he added, so sweetly and arousingly, that my body did turn him on. That when he kissed me, the blood engulfed his cock so fast and it got so hard, that he was executing all will power not to tear my clothes from me and fuck me so hard right there. This pretty much did it. All those fears were over come with my hunger. My hunger for passion, for watching my lover’s hands, so soft, working all over me, for seeing a burning passion in his eyes, as he took me into heaven and back.
Sliding my hands to his jeans, I felt his sex pulsing underneath, I felt what I knew, I burned for. My cunt burned to feel that hard member engulfed deep with in myself. I needed that and he knew it. First though, my shirt came up and the bra came off, he began to lick my nipples, which made me moan with delight. The pleasure was so intense and the licking turned to nibbling and the nibbling to squeezing, massaging, and pinching. Oh, I was in such sexual oblivion, begging for more. He asked if he could look at me. I wasn’t sure what he meant and only looked at him with great puzzlement, only to discover, that he wanted to see my pussy in all its wet, hot, glory. I quickly pulled down the shorts, and off went the panties. I laid back and spread my lips so far apart with my fingers, that there wasn’t anything he couldn’t see. I saw how his eyes scrutinized every last detail, before he finally guided his finger to my clit and began to rub it. I asked him, since he was so inexperienced, how he knew how to do this, and his answer, though not what I expected, was exactly the way that I had learned what I knew. He replied that trading pictures, avis, and stories online along with some reading and some late night HBO and Cinemax watching had not only forced him to hot, sticky, masturbation, but had given him some idea on just what to do. I remember when he stuck his hard, long dick inside of me. I had thought that it would hurt, but it never did. My juices were dripping all over him and were running all over his cock. He gasped, once inside, at how warm it was, and said that all he wanted to do was slam himself in and out. I gave a very sexy grin, and asked why he didn’t. Mmmm, he worked me so hard. I climaxed before he did, which was the great part. I remember how turned on he got, when I started to moan, “oh, oh.. mmm.. I’m gonna cummmmm on youuuu” Not long after saying so, I followed with action and the sweet cum was running all down his already drenched cock. He took a moment, slowed down his pace, and simply enjoyed the warmth and enjoyed the look on my face, that look of such gratitude and amazement.. ecstasy even! Then he did something that both startled and once more aroused me. He kept pumping. It started to get nasty, but was still so loving and romantic.. I was begging for him.. begging him to cum in me, to explode and orgasm, while filling me up.. I rocked and slammed my hips so hard into his cock. I was laying flat on my back and he was on his knees, we were on my bed.. and he was pushing that hard dick into me, my breasts were bouncing wildly around as he reached for the nipple with the hand that wasn’t holding my leg and began to squeeze it. Hmmm.. the pleasures, I felt myself reaching climax once more, and this time, so did he. I gasped, gasped for him to fuck it and fuck it hard.. told him to fuck my pussy, make it raw…. please… screaming his name. He came all inside of me, and I felt it run back out almost as quickly as it went in. I stuck my finger to my wet fuck hole and soaked it with his cum and my cum, mixed together. I sucked it all off, and pushed two fingers back in for more. This time though he took it from me and sucked it into his mouth. We kissed some more, hot and long kisses. Then we laid in my bed until everyone else had awoken. He just held me. It was the sweetest feeling I had ever encountered. We still love one another like that to this very day. But I’ll never forget the sensations of the first time.
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