Theresa

I was 15. Theresa was 16 and more mature. This was my first time. I don’t know what number this might have been for Theresa, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t her first. She was half Mexican and quite pretty, but just a little on the heavy side. Her breasts were truly amazing and I often found myself staring at her cleavage. My friends told me that she liked me and I was very much pleased to learn that she did. She had long, thick, almost black hair and very womanly curves. I thought she was beautiful.

I called her late one Friday afternoon to see if she wanted to go to a movie that night. She said she’d love to, but she had to baby sit. She told me I could come over after she put the kids to bed at 9 p.m. if I wanted to, and she gave me the address where she would be. She said the couple weren’t supposed to be back before 1:00 a.m.

I had to walk about 30 minutes to get there. I was really nervous and was thinking about what we would talk about all the way there. As I knocked on the door I could feel my heart pounding and my hands were clammy. Theresa was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a pale yellow, spaghetti-strapped top. She had on a really nice perfume that I could smell before I waked into the house.

She turned on the radio and we sat on the couch and talked for a while. I began to loosen up. At one point, she reached over and took my hand in hers. This was mostly new to me, but I could tell that she was interested in getting more physical. I had a female friend at school who I heard talk with a friend about how clumsy and awkward her time with a guy she liked had been. I kept telling myself to “go easy,” and “be cool.” So after a little more playful talking, I looked her in the eyes and went in for a kiss. She closed her eyes and tilted her head and puckered her lips. We kissed and, at least for me, it was electric.

Her lips were really soft and I could taste her lipstick. I remember she smelled really good. After a few long kisses, she slid her tongue between my lips and our tongues began a rhythmic dance. Then she began to trace lightly over my lips with her wet tongue and would penetrate into my mouth from time to time. I reciprocated similarly. We made out for quite a while and were both very aroused. I had a raging hard on and before long, my balls were aching.

I mustered my courage and moved one of my hands from her waist to her breast, not knowing if I would be rebuffed or not. Happily, I was not. Rather, she began to moan softly. Getting braver, I slid my hand under her top and massaged both of her breasts. She continued to moan. By this time she was laying back with her head on a couch pillow and I was sitting on the couch with one knee on the floor beside her. I was kissing her neck and her face as I fondled her wonderful boobs. I could feel her hard nipples straining against the sheer material of her bra.

Thus far, no resistance. I slid my fingers under the elastic of her bra and lifted the cups up and over her breasts exposing her pinkish-brownish nipples. At the same time I adjusted her top as high as it would go without removing it. The volume and weight of her full, lovely breasts caused them to roll a little toward her sides. After fondling them briefly, I began to lightly trace the underside of her breasts with the tip of my tongue. After a little more teasing, I began to suckle and kiss them everywhere except her hard, erect nipples. Theresa’s breathing was heavy and her quiet noises let me know she was really enjoying my efforts at giving her pleasure.

Finally, I focused on those lovely nipples and began to alternate wet kisses over both. I pulled as much of the nipple into my mouth as I could and sucked hard, but not too forcefully. My left hand was caressing her left breast and my right was massaging her inner thigh. Her right leg hung over the couch with her right foot on the floor. Her left leg was drawn up and resting on the arm of the couch. Her legs were open and receptive.

After spending a fair amount of time rubbing her inner thighs, I mustered up my courage and I covered her mound with my hand and made some circular motions which were met with her pushing up against me. Then, as naturally as I could, I undid her pants button and unzipped her jeans. Still no resistance. I slid my hand between her jeans and her panties and found her panties very moist. Her breathing was growing shorter and more rapid.

I slipped my hand underneath the elastic of her panties and once again cupped her pussy in my hand. Her generous crop of pussy hair was quite wet and my finger quickly found its way inside her. She moaned as I began to play with her pussy lips and to apply pressure to her swollen clit. Before long my fingers were just about covered with pussy juice. I pulled my right hand out and we mutually pulled off her jeans and panties at the same time. I then stood up, dropped my own drawers and my throbbing cock finally found freedom. I saw her assessing my assets with approval as my cock bounced a bit. She quickly reached out and took it into her hands. She sat up and stroked it as she looked at it directly in front of her face. She looked up and our eyes met. She had a naughty smile on her face.

When she returned her focus to my hard-on, she leaned-in, took the head into her mouth and slowly pulled her head away letting my over stimulated cock slip from her lips. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. This was amazing. She looked up once again and then repeated the same motion. She did this perhaps four of five times and then she began to lick and kiss along the shaft. Then she slid her butt to the edge of the couch and laid back and opened her legs. I returned to my knees and was grateful for the luxurious carpet on the floor.

For the very first time, my cock slowly slid inside a hot, steamy pussy. As I pushed toward her, she pushed toward me and in short order, I was all the way in. Once there, I paused and took in this beautiful sight. My dick was already lightly pulsing. In a panting voice, I said,

“This is my first time.”

She just smiled and began a pulling and pushing, in-and-out motion.

This was incredible. The inside of her pussy felt so wet and warm and soft. I knew I was not going to last for long. I leaned over and took her breasts in my hands and once again began to suck on those beautiful nipples. I could hear sloshing sounds as our thrusting was growing more rapid. I returned to kneeling upright and put my hands above her hips and started thrusting with some force. I remember being really turned on by the sight of her swaying tits. I was getting very close. Her eyes were closed, her breathing very heavy and she moaned softly. A few times she indicated her approval by saying,

“Ohhhh” or “Yesss.”

I could tell I had reached the point of no return and I pulled out, hoping to avoid unintended consequences. With just a few quick strokes of my hand, I was shooting load after load of hot cum all over her belly and her tits. I was groaning and catching my breath. I purposefully aimed low to avoid hitting her face. But, despite my best efforts, some did reach her upper chest and neck. There was some on her pubic hair. I had never had such an amazing climax, nor produced such a large volume of semen.

When the contractions finally stopped, I looked a bit sheepish and said, “Sorry.” She said,

“Don’t apologize… We’re not done yet. Why don’t you go get some paper towels from the kitchen and help me clean this up before we get it on the couch?”

Butt naked, holding a hand underneath my semi-hard cock to avoid dripping, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a length of several paper towels. First, I wiped myself off a bit. Then I helped Theresa clean my jizz off of her chest, belly and pussy hair. We wadded up the paper towels and I ran back out to the kitchen to throw them into the trash.

When I got back, Theresa asked me,

“Have you ever eaten a girl’s pussy?”

I answered,

“Like I told you, this was my first time. My friends have told me about it, but I’ve never done it myself.”

She asked hopefully,

“Do you want to?”

“Sure,” I responded.

Once again, she laid back and invitingly opened her legs. My cock was already back at a 100%. I situated myself between her legs and began to apply wet kisses up and down her inner thighs. She was moaning and breathing hard, once again. I could smell her pussy and it was not unpleasant—kind of musky smelling. As I switched from one leg to another, my nose and mouth would brush her wet pussy hair. It was fascinating to look at her pussy lips and to see how swollen her clit was. Finally, I moved up, placed my extended tongue at the bottom of her slit and probed inside her as I moved up toward her clit. I circled her love button with my tongue and began to gently run up and down its sides. I remember lapping at it like a dog might and flicking my tongue over it rapidly.

Then, kind of suddenly, she grabbed my head and began to pull me into her crotch. She was taking over and was rubbing herself all over my mouth. Even my nose was finding itself inside her pussy lips. I was probing and sucking and licking. Her juice was all over my face. She was groaning loudly now and grinding her pussy into my face. Her breathing was becoming broken and she was making a range of noises. Then, out of the blue, she stopped and arched her back and said,

“Oh yes, oh yes, ohhhh…”

I could feel her contractions with my mouth and I watched as her orgasm gradually ebbed. I remember seeing the pleasure and release on her face. It made me feel really good to know I had been able to help her cum.

After a brief rest, she moved to the floor on all fours and said,

“Come on, you ready for more?”

I needed no persuasion. She presented herself and I moved-in from behind and slid myself into her very wet love tunnel. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust with some force. Her butt would ripple every time my groin would smack her ass. I could feel my balls hitting her pussy lips. There was kind of a foam covering my rod as I withdrew for another thrust. She was thrusting back in sync with me almost as forcefully. Her tits were swinging wildly. I reached for them and squeezed them. She got up on just her knees, turned her head and we kissed each other deeply with intertwining tongues. I reached to her groin and messaged her slimy clit with two fingers and squeezed her tits with the other.

My dick slipped out and she returned to all fours and helped get me back inside. I too was on all fours and I took my left hand and began to manually stimulate her pussy. We were really going at it with increasingly rapid thrusts. Then she began to say,

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” in a staccato rhythm.

She froze in place.

I could tell she had reached her crescendo once again. When I felt her pussy powerfully clenching my cock, it tipped me over the top and I started pumping wave after wave of cum into her dripping love tunnel. This time, I just couldn’t bring myself to withdraw. I had never felt such intense physical sensations. I just kept coming and coming. So did she. After some time, when we were both done, we collapsed onto the carpet. My dick was still in spasms and from time to time Theresa’s pussy would clench and release. The smell of our musk filled the air. The sweat of her back and my stomach blended into a slick layer between us. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and my hair was soaked. She exclaimed alarmingly,

“Damn! I’m making a mess all over the carpet…”

I pulled out and she put both her hands underneath her pussy to catch the oozing love mixture. I once again ran into the kitchen (butt naked) to get some paper towels. She was still face down on the carpet. She placed the towels underneath her pussy, pressed them over her opening, got up and went into the bathroom. I stood there looking at the mess we had made and decided I had better clean up a bit and get my clothes back on. I did so and when Theresa came out of the bathroom, to my delight, I was able to watch her dress. I especially enjoyed watching her bend over to put her jeans on and also watching her connect the clasps of her bra in front and then rotate the bra 180 degrees and pull it up to once again imprison her beautiful breasts.

Once we were dressed, we got some soapy water and did our best to restore the carpet to its original condition. She said she’d tell the couple that she accidentally spilled her Pepsi. We embraced, kissed each other passionately for a few minutes and she said,

“You need to go before they get back.”

She waved as I started my return trek home. I was one VERY happy boy.

This was not the end of my experiences with Theresa. Perhaps I’ll share more later.

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