Literotic asexstories – Tammy, My Teacher, First Encounter by NakedNeighbor,NakedNeighbor
Our first date was a blind encounter set up by a mutual friend — a common occurrence before internet dating existed. This was the late 1970’s. We were both about 20 years old at the time and, naturally, horny.
I drove an old rusty Plymouth to meet her. It was a station wagon, in fact, with fake wood decals running down both sides of its long body. It was nerdy, for sure, but all I could afford while still attending college. Yet, it turned out to be an excellent vehicle for dating. Parked along lonely backroads on warm summer nights, with its rear seats folded flat, it provided plenty of space for exploring each other. This was a topic I knew so little about. Fortunately, Tammy loved teaching young men like me. And the fact that she was much more experienced did not bother me in the least.
We drove around for a while, exchanging small talk, and getting comfortable with each other as people. As the sun set, I parked along an old gravel road with no farmhouses in sight. We started kissing. Snaps, buttons, and zippers were soon getting opened. Our hands roamed and caressed underneath each other’s clothing. I loved how soft her big breasts and rounded buttocks felt. I imagined nuzzling both, kissing and sucking, but I had never gone that far with any girl.
Tammy suggested we move into the back of my old car. There, she undid my belt and pulled my jeans open, freeing my stiffy. I felt it twitch as I watched her remove her own jeans and bra in the moonlight. Now wearing only a Styx t-shirt and plain cotton panties, she leaned over me and pulled my hand to her dampness. I was not at all sure what she expected. I felt nervous and clumsy as I rubbed her quite gently. I slipped my fingers just inside her panties to touch her sweet pussy — another first for me also. She moaned a little and shuffled her hips to better position herself over one fingertip. I took her hint and slid that one finger all the way in. She moaned again, but louder this time, and I felt slightly more confident now.
Next, she lowered her head over me. The heat from her breath and the tickle of her tongue on the tip of my dick were sensations I had never experienced. At first, she licked up and down its length, coating it with her saliva. Her soft lips then slowly slid down around my stiff shaft as I fought back the urge building inside me. She began working her mouth up and down. I responded by fucking her now sopping cunt with my finger. She requested I fuck her faster and harder. I inserted a second finger. She uttered, “Yes, that feels much better.”
My balls emptied into her mouth far sooner than I expected, and feeling super embarrassed, I gasped. My cock deflated, and Tammy sat up. My fingers were still buried deep within her, but she had not orgasmed as best as I could discern. Sure that I had just ruined our evening, I immediately apologized for not lasting longer, and for cumming in her mouth without warning or ever discussing if she was ok with that. She touched one finger to my lips to shush me. Then, she leaned over and kissed me. I assumed she had swallowed, although I discovered she had not. Thus, I got my first taste of semen as our tongues wrestled that night. I guess I deserved that.
Her next surprise immediately followed when she lay down next to me to relax for a while, and my fingers slipped out from inside her. She grabbed my hand, brought it to her sweet lips, and sucked her own juices from my tired fingers. Later, during our drive back to town, she assured me that she loves eating cum and that we could work to build my endurance over the summer months. Then she teased that eating her pussy would be next on our lesson plan.
Throughout the next week, I could barely study due to endless thoughts of her and the lure of us fucking. I masturbated almost every morning and evening. In a brief moment of reason, I purchased a box of condoms to prepare for the rest of that summer. No way was I ready to be someone’s daddy.
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