I have two more first-time items I’d like to cover in this story that come to mind. First, touching and feeling a vagina – a pussy, for those who prefer the sound of the word. The other thing I’d like to cover is my first insertion into the valley of the deep. Hey, that sounded kind of cool.
The first time I was with a gal and she let me put my hand into her underwear, I shot off in my pants; I swear it’s the truth. It was then that I realized I would have to learn to pace myself.
I learned another valuable lesson about a woman’s vagina. Ladies, please don’t get mad at me or send me hate mail for what I’m about to say. “Pussies stink,” I wasn’t expecting it and the smell got to me and not in a good way. Let me explain.
I wanted to get to third base and insert my digits – fingers – into a moist warm pussy. I looked for a date who might go along with me and play around a little. Rita and I were seniors together and dated a few times. She let me kiss her exposed nipples and was a fun loving girl. We liked each other but we both knew we were still kids and were experimenting.
I was on a date with Rita who was eighteen at the time. We went to the drive-in; for those who remember them, they were outdoor theaters where you sit in your car. In fact we still have a few around where I live. She was a great kisser and even asked me to suck on her tits. As I was doing so, I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her zipper. I started to slide my hand down into her panties and onto her mound. She was so wet, I thought she pissed herself.
“Mark, I can’t have sex with you. Please understand, I’m not ready to make love yet.”
“Rita, I’m not having sex with you. I just want to rub your pussy and make you feel good. I promise not to try and have intercourse with you, I promise. Just let me rub you.”
“Okay, but remember you promised. Oh, that feels so good – you rubbing me. Keep doing that, Mark. It feels so good.”
My cock was hard as a rock. I opened up my jeans and took it out.
“What are you doing, Mark? I said no sex.”
“It was so hard in my pants it hurt. I just needed to take it out. Since I’m rubbing you, can you jack-me-off? It only seems fair.”
She wrapped her fingers around my cock and it felt so different having someone else stroke me. While she was doing me, I slipped two fingers into her moist, make that wet cunt and started pumping them in and out.
“Oh, God, Mark it feels so good. Don’t stop, I feel like I’m going to explode. Keep finger fucking me, Mark, please, oh, so good.”
She was jacking my cock with one hand and pushing her pelvis up and down with my fingers buried deep within her. Our car windows were completely steamed up and I bet anyone seeing the car would probably figure we were fucking, but we weren’t. We started coming damn near the same time.
“Push harder, Mark. I’m coming,” she squealed.”
At the same time my cock erupted and shot cum all over the dashboard. We both started laughing and she had my cum juices running down her hand. My hand was soaking wet with her juices and my fingers were still buried in her pussy. I pulled my hand out and reached for some napkins that I always had left over from the fast food chains.
I handed a few to Rita so she could clean up and took a few and wiped off my fingers. I couldn’t get over the smell. I swear it smelled like fish. I didn’t understand. My cum didn’t smell anything like that. After wiping the juices off my hand the smell stayed. I didn’t want to say anything but I was hoping Rita didn’t have a disease or something.
I excused myself and told her I had to use the restroom. I went out and used a lot of soap trying to get the smell off of my hands. I got rid of most of it but it still lingered some. When I got back to the car, Rita was all back to normal and even had the cum cleaned off the dashboard. I just put my arm around her and we finished watching the movie. We did kiss a few times and then I took her home.
Kelly, my sister, was married then. I knew she stayed up late so I stopped by to see her.
“Well, little brother, to what do I owe the visit? Girl trouble?” she asked.
“Not exactly, but I do have a question.”
She invited me in and I explained the evening to her and then told her about Rita smelling like dead fish.
“You didn’t say anything to her, did you?” asked Kelly.
“No, I wanted to ask you if I should mention it to her. Does she have a disease or something? She’s such a nice person but I was glad I didn’t have sex with her. She told me maybe next time, but I don’t think I want to with her. You know, the smell and all.”
My sister couldn’t keep from laughing. “I’m sorry, little brother, but you better get used to that smell if you expect to get any. All girls and women have a similar smell. Some might not be quite as strong as others but every woman will have the smell of sex.”
“Oh, Christ, I’ve heard jokes about fish markets and things like that. Now they make sense to me. I used to just laugh and act like I knew what they were talking about; didn’t want to look stupid, you know. I’m glad I didn’t say anything to her. Could you imagine what that would do to my ‘He’s a stud’ standing, if that got around? Thanks again, sis, you helped me out again.”
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Well, I figured it was time to hit a home run. Who should I choose to be the lucky girl? Shit, if any girl asked me, she could have me. I was eighteen and still technically a virgin. I was at a point that I thought about going to a prostitute but I wanted my first time to be with a woman I didn’t have to pay. I thought about calling Rita but she started dating one of my friends and I didn’t think it would be a good idea.
I stopped by my sister’s place and she was on the phone. I heard my sister talking to one of her girlfriends telling her that Frances, another girlfriend, will fuck anyone when she gets drunk.
I knew Frances; she was the sister of one of the guys I knew. She was twenty-two and pretty decent looking. Frank, her brother, told me he knew his sister was wild. He saw her having sex with different guys after she came home drunk. He said he would hide and jack-off watching his sister have sex. Needless to say, I invited myself over to spend the night when his parents went on a trip.
When I got to Frank’s house he told me Frances was staying home that night because she had a cold. I figured I had lost my chance but stayed at Frank’s for awhile anyway. They had rented a couple of movies and were just going to rest. They invited me to hang around as long as I wanted and could still spend the night. Frances coughed a few times and I told her she needed to take something for it. I told her alcohol would be good for her cold and if she could get someone to deliver it, I’d pay for it. I couldn’t believe she agreed to it. She called one of her friends and asked him to pick her up two bottles of rum and a twelve pack of coke.
When the guy came to the door, Frank invited him in for a minute. He told him that he couldn’t stay since Frances was feeling so poorly. The guy looked pissed. I figure he expected to score that night and it wasn’t going to happen for him. I paid him for the rum and coke and sent him on his way.
Frank, Frances and I decided to start watching one of the movies. It was a horror flick. Frances had on a nightgown and was sitting on one end of the couch. I was on the other end and Frank sat over in the chair. I made Frances and Frank a drink, but I just had coke over ice.
“Don’t you want a drink?” asked Fran.
“Not right now, maybe later,” I told her. I didn’t want to drink much because I wasn’t used to it and either get sick or fall asleep. I didn’t want to take any chances, just in case. She looked awfully good for a sick woman, or maybe I was thinking with another part of my anatomy.
Frank was twenty and drank whenever he got the chance. He was downing the drinks pretty rapidly. Fran on the other hand was taking her time and sipping them.
“Thanks for the rum, Mark. I do believe it’s helping. I haven’t coughed since I’ve been drinking tonight. It’s warming up my tummy a little too.”
“Glad I could be of assistance to such a pretty lady. Maybe I should have a drink, I feel a bit chilled.”
“Slide over here and I’ll share my blanket with you,” Fran smile.
Oh, shit, this is good, I thought. I slid over and sat next to her and covered under her blanket. My thighs were touching her thighs. I could feel the warmth radiate off of her. I put my hand on her thigh.
She whispered, “Naughty, naughty, my brother is sitting right there.”
She didn’t tell me to remove my hand or anything so I left it right there. I looked over at Frank and he was getting close to passing out. I slowly rubbed her thigh, “You are really soft and warm,” I whispered.
“…and you’re being bad. Taking advantage of a sick woman,” she smiled. “Aren’t you a little young for me?”
“I’m eighteen and you’re twenty two. Eighteen goes into twenty-two pretty easy, I hope. I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t.”
“What about Frank? I don’t want to do anything in front of him. Look, I know he peeks at me but I can’t do anything openly in front of him.”
I walked over and told Frank he was drunk and needed to go to bed. I helped walk him to his room where he collapsed on the bed. I went back to the living room and Fran was lying on the couch and under the covers.
“How do you want to do this, Mark?” she asked.
I was dumbfounded and not even sure what she meant by that statement. I just wanted to take out my dick and put it into her. She must have seen the odd look on my face.
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