“Does it always do that?” she asked.
“Er, yes, I’m afraid so.”
“It’s a bit messy, isn’t it…I suppose you do this to yourself, don’t you!”
I felt and looked, sheepish. The guilt/embarrassment that had flooded over me as I ejaculated was still there.
“Yeh!” I replied
“I’m not stupid, I know that boys masturbate.”
I was feeling very embarrassed at this point.
And, as if sensing my discomforted, Jenny said, “girls do it as well, you know, John.”
As a sixties ignoramus, I didn’t actually know that women masturbated as well and said, “Oh!”
She kissed me, lay back, pulled up her skirt and said, “so now it’s my turn.”
She only wore the dress – no stockings or tights, so I looked down at her white thighs and cotton knickers. Her slightly parted legs revealed a damp stain on the fabric between them and some straggly hairs peeped out from the edges. I assumed she meant that she wanted me to finger her. Quite where, I had to find out, so I slid my hand up her thigh and between her legs to rest on her panties.
In response, she opened her legs some more to let me stroke between them and I felt the dampness between her thighs. I rubbed her panty clad vulva without knowing what I was doing and she pushed it further into my hand. I slipped one of my fingers under the leg of her panties and into the sloppy depths beneath. She moaned. I pushed a finger inside her and she moaned again humping my hand. I added another finger and began to saw in and out of her tunnel and then felt a stiff little bump at the front of her hole. I rubbed it and she moaned even louder and pushed hard against my hand, so I rubbed it again.
I seemed to be impaired by her knickers and was also very curious to see my first cunt so I dragged off her panties – an operation she seemed keen to encourage despite being distracted by my administrations.
With her skirt around her waist and her knickers around one ankle she spread her legs widely giving me my first glimpse of her engorged sex. It was bigger than I had expected and wrinkled with red folds and, despite her fair hair, her pubic hair was a dark forest. I continued to rub what I was to learn was, her clitoris and pound her cunt with my two longest fingers until she screamed and thrust hard into my hand before collapsing back onto the blanket and holding my arm to stop any further stimulation.
As her orgasm subdued, we lay together. When she recovered she leaned towards me and kissed me. “Thank you, that was great,” she said,” I’ve never had anyone else do it to me before.”
We lay together, still unclothed, until her composure returned. She reached over and said, “You have a lovely dick, John,” tapping my semi-flaccid cock gently.
“And you have a beautiful…’thing’,” I replied, hesitating to use the word ‘cunt’ in front of her. ( the word ‘Pussy’ was still to arrive on our shores)
We continued to lay together until she said, “Do you want to shag me, John?”
I was quite taken aback.
I paused and answered truthfully, “Yes.”
“Then you will have to get some of those… ‘things’.. won’t you?”
“I suppose I will,” I replied, returning her kiss.
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Buying Durex was rather embarrassing, but eventually I managed to procure my ‘packet of three’.
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The next day we left home after our evening meal on another trip to a rural pub. We sat together in a corner, at the back of the pub, both knowing what was to come later. It added a sexual tension to our evening and I am sure my cock never relaxed for a second.
We drank our drinks slowly, whispering to each other about what each of us was expecting later.
“Did you get some – you-know-whats?” she asked.
“Yes, three,” I said
“Good,” then she added, “I’m getting wet already. How about you?”
“I’ve been hard all day.”
Her hand slipped under the table and onto my leg before sliding up to cover my bulge. She squeezed me and I almost came.
“Please,” I said. “Not yet.”
“Let’s go somewhere.” She whispered in my ear.
I finished my beer; she had already finished her drink.
We left and got into the car. As I drove she leaned over towards me and rubbed my cock through my jeans. Eventually she whispered “Find somewhere to park.”
I pulled off the road and into a wooded lay-by before coming to a halt and switching off the engine and lights.
I turned towards her and kissed her, my hand groping her breast and fondling it. I undid her blouse and reached around to undo her bra. After minutes of struggling, her patience gave way and she assisted, releasing both, full breasts into my waiting hands. I fondled them for ages until she pushed my head down to suckle them. This left my hand free to venture between her legs.
As it slid it up between her thighs, her legs parted and I quickly reached her cunt. She wasn’t wearing any panties and my fingers slipped easily into her. I worked them in and out and rubbed her clitoris until she cried out, ” Now, John, I want you, now.”
I swung my legs over to kneel in the passenger footwell between her spread legs. I fumbled with my belt and the zip of my jeans and eventually I knelt, naked from the waist down, with my cock straining upward, in front of her. I retrieved a condom from my shirt pocket and struggled with the wrapper. When I finally got it out I managed to slide it over my manhood. In all this time, Jenny was lying back in her seat, skirt around her middle and holding her legs splayed apart. This presented her sex wide open and waiting.
I leaned forward so that the tip of my cock rested against her glowing opening and pushed. She was so well lubricated that I slid easily into her and, although there was a slight hiatus, it was soon overcome. I slid all the way up so that my curly hairs rubbed together with her curly hairs. When I was deep inside her, her vagina contracted around me and even without a single thrust, I came.
As I came, I managed a second thrust, but it was less than she needed and I felt awful and collapsed on top of her.
She, of course, did not know what had happened until she felt my cock becoming soft inside her, whereupon she held me tightly and comforted me.
I felt dreadful and kept saying, “Sorry…sorry…sorry!”
“That’s OK, John, we will try again soon.”
My cock slipped out of her and the filled condom hung uselessly off its end. I pulled back and then, winding down the window, threw the semen filled object out and into the hedgerow.
“I’m sorry Jen, I really am.”
She held me and said, “I am sure that happens to everyone on their first time. Now, have you got your second wind yet?” looking down between my legs.
She was right. Faced with her gaping bosoms and wide open legs, my flaccid penis had started to grow again. This was further enhanced when she reached down and began wank me. In fact it was only a matter of seconds before my cock was straining at the leash again and she was saying, “Have you got another Johnny ready?”
I reached into my top pocket and retrieved another. I was now much more adept and quickly slipped it onto my erect cock. Jenny watched and smiled as she held my cock at her opening and pulled me toward her. As she pulled, I thrust and, once again, embedded myself deep into her cunt. This time I withdrew and thrust again – she gasped – I thrust again and again and again. She continued to gasp and thrust back at me. I give a succession of short jabs that only just entered her, but these made her sigh deeply so clearly it wasn’t so much depth as the rubbing sensation in and out around her lips that excited her. This was fine as I could keep this up all day. Only when I tried deep thrusts, did I feel close to cumming. After several minutes I was beginning to feel in control and alternated between deep thrust that mated our pubic hairs and gave me that wonderful feeling and the little jabs that Jenny seemed to like. Eventually she gasped “John, I’m cumming – do it hard please!”
I then thrust hard until she collapsed back into her seat and I continued to thrust for a few more seconds until I came again and collapsed on top of her.
We recuperated together. My cock had shrunk and slipped out of her – and the condom. She laughed when I told her and reached down to draw it out of her hole and hand it to me. I took it and despatched it, like the first one, into the hedgerow.
We both scrambled to get dressed in the small space and then she kissed me and said, “We had better get back.”
We arrived home to mum making her hot chocolate which she took to bed with her. “Have you had a nice time, then?”
“Yeh,! Great,” I said exchanging smiles with Jenny.
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The next day was my mother’s market day and I slept late – way after she had gone. In fact, I was awoken when Jenny came into my room. “Wake up sleepy head,” she said as I rolled over to look to see what was making the noise.
Jenny stood naked beside my bed.
“I thought that I would give you a surprise,” she said as she posed provocatively in front of me.
Despite our intimacy I had not seen her naked, or indeed any female naked and she was beautiful. Eighteen year old female bodies are firm and taught. Her breasts stood out proud and her nipples, which I suspect, she had been fondling, were tight little brown peaks.
I lifted the sheets to invite her in.
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