I’ll Never Forget My First Time With You Erotic Creature

Was it really almost 20 yrs ago? Doesn’t seem like it?
I can remember…

Nineteen years old and still a virgin. Now that’s
something you don’t want to get around to the rest of
your shipmates. But hey, I was a little drunk and
looking for sympathy when the subject of “last piece”
came up. I was only temporarily assigned to the ship
and wasn’t really part of the group. They let me tag
along sometimes and that’s why I was there when the
subject came up. So I told them I was a virgin. Got
LOTS of sympathy. I’m just glad it was a small bar. I
didn’t have a lot of laughter to run through getting
out of the place.

It was about three weeks later when Alan came up to me
on a Saturday night and asked if I wanted to hit some
bars. I was bored and, of course, ever-hopeful “Miss
Right” would be out there and said OK. Since we were
heading out on a cruise the following Monday, I figured
I better get some shore leave in before we shipped out.
Alan jokingly said, “Maybe we’ll get you laid tonight.”
Yeah, right. In a pigs eye.

We took off and headed down the ‘strip’ (every Navy
town has one). I was driving my relatively new 68
Skylark; relative since it was 1973 and the car was
‘new’ to me. Alan said, “Fuck it, let’s try someplace
else. Someplace where there aren’t a lot of sailors
ruining the place.” Sounded good to me so I let him
lead the way. We drove around Newport quite a while
with Alan giving directions. I had a feeling he was
looking for someplace in particular but didn’t really
care. Finally he directed us into a parking lot and we
went into the adjacent bar.

“Jesus, this place looks dead,” I said. Alan told me to
just wait and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We
had a couple of beers while the place started to fill.
Most of the newcomers were older women. At 19, any
‘woman’ is older; these looked to be over 30 with an
occasional over 40 mixed in. Very few men which made me
wonder if Alan had picked a lesbian bar (I hate that
terminology).

It was still kind of early and we were working on our
third beer (I was, Alan was on 4 or 5) when Alan
grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air, turned to the
mostly female population at the bar and said, “I have a
virgin here, how much do I hear?” All I could think of
was “How could I let myself be embarrassed like this
again?”

I steeled myself to slink out amongst the expected
laughter when I noticed there wasn’t any. Looking
around, all I saw was expectant and, in some cases,
hungry looks. I grinned sheepishly at the wolves and
said nothing, just kept sipping my beer.

Being 19 and not a professional drinker, the beer
started having its effect. I remember talking to a lot
of the women there (the beer relieved some of my
inhibitions) but was not ‘attacked’ by any of them. The
band started playing and I danced with the women I was
speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman
enter the bar. Beautiful! About 34, 5’6″ brunette, and
a body that would knock your socks off. She was
obviously a regular since she said hi to almost
everyone there.

I didn’t pay much attention to her since she looked so
damn good. Figured my chances, coupled with my
inexperience and age, were nil (typical of ALL my
thinking about girls / women at that time). The woman I
was dancing with saw me looking and just smiled.

After the dance was over, my partner excused herself
saying she had to talk with some friends. I went back
to the bar and talked a while with Alan. I noticed that
my last dance partner was talking to the brunette but I
didn’t think anything of it. Next thing I new I was
being tapped on the shoulder. Turning around I almost
choked on my beer; it was the brunette asking me if I
wanted to dance. Nodding my affirmation (thank God I
didn’t have to open my mouth and make a fool of myself)
I followed her out to the dance floor.

We spent the next few hours dancing and drinking until
the bar closed. Alan left with one of the women we had
talked to earlier with the parting shot “Give her
hell!” Anika (the brunette) simply smiled at him and
leered at me. I figured she was only flirting and
nothing would come of it. When it got down to us and a
few other clients, Anika asked if I would give her a
ride home. Sure, I was hoping but figured my typical
luck would hold out and nothing would happen.

It didn’t take long before I was totally lost. I kept
following her directions figuring “it’s her house, she
knows the way.” Suddenly she said, “Turn right here!” I
turned the car onto a dirt road and quickly had to hit
the brakes. Before me were rows of corn stalks with no
house in sight. She reached over, turned off the
ignition, and said, “I understand you’re a virgin. I’d
like to do something about that.”

Now, a note of clarification on my virginity. I had
dated a girl during my senior year in high school and
we got pretty serious. Without going into detail on how
it happened (another story, perhaps?) we experimented
our way into heavy petting, and graduated to some mild
oral sex (no orgasm this way, at least for me) and
mutual masturbation.

Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, and
down right fear of pregnancy kept us from going any
further. The same guilt and paranoia always infected
our trysts and made them less enjoyable. I digress but
it is important to the story….

I was terrified! I wanted her so bad but my fear of
failure, self, etc., was almost overpowering. She slid
over to my side (thank God I didn’t have bucket
seats!), put her arms around my neck, and we started
kissing. The new moon, hanging low in the eastern sky,
provided a pale surrealistic light to the situation.

She slid her tongue inside my mouth and played with
mine in a way that promised greater things to come. But
still, I was petrified. I knew this was it; it was
finally going to happen. Technically I new what to do
(I’d seen pornos, read books, practiced by myself) but
I was so nervous I couldn’t think what to do first. She
broke the kiss and said, “This really IS your first
time, huh?” All I could do was nod. Couldn’t even
mention the little I had done in high school.

“Well, we’ll just have to find something to do to calm
you down,” she said. Right, got any Phenobarbital? I’m
19, finally gonna get laid, and she thinks she can calm
me down? Good luck!

She again started kissing me, that wonderful tongue
playing intricate games in my mouth. Her hands
unbuttoned my shirt and started caressing my chest and
occasionally venturing down to my stomach and the start
of my pants. My cock was straining and almost screaming
at me to get started. Tentatively I reached out and
cupped her breasts. She moaned, reached both arms
behind me and crushed herself against me. I almost
passed out! This was too good to be true! No begging or
pleading, just someone who wanted it as much as I did.
Somehow I got her shirt unbuttoned and began caressing
her breasts. MAGNIFICENT!

She broke our embrace, reached behind and unsnapped her
bra. She smiled at me as her breasts tumbled free,
grabbed my head from behind, and pulled me down to
those globes. I was lost in between them! I kissed and
sucked her tits, going from one to the other,
slathering them with my tongue without touching her
nipples. She lay back moaning, crushing my head to her
breasts.

Finally, I began running my tongue around her nipples
first in large circles which gradually became smaller
until my tongue was flicking across her nipple. Slowly,
I drew the nipple into my mouth and began to suck on
it. The pressure of her hands on my head increased and
I tried to suck as much of her breast into my mouth as
I could. I went back and forth between those melons
driving both of us into a frenzy.

By this time my dick was in extreme pain. I new I had
to do something to relieve the pressure but felt I
needed to do more to please her. I remembered one of my
shipmates telling how he preferred cunnilingus before
entry to help excite the woman and reduce the amount of
stroking required for her to reach orgasm. And believe
me, I was determined that she would also reach orgasm.
I began running my tongue down her chest to her stomach
and back to her breasts. I was curious if she wanted me
or even would let me go down on her.

Taking her louder moans as an un-official endorsement,
I began to undue her pants. She lifted her ass and
helped me pull he pants down and off. I began to go
lower toward her cunt when she pulled my head away,
looked into my eyes, and asked, “Do you know what
you’re doing?” Not wanting to spoil the situation by
saying something stupid I simply nodded. “I thought you
were a virgin?” she asked.

I mumbled something about reading a lot and she
chuckled in a very sexy manner and said go ahead.

I again lowered my head to her stomach and continued
running my tongue around the area, occasionally dipping
below into her panties and dramatically increasing her
moans. I grabbed her panties and slowly drew them off.
She twisted in the seat so that her head rested on the
passenger side arm rest with her legs spread on the
seat (thanks mom for not letting me buy that sports
car!).

Starting at her knees, I ran my tongue down her legs to
where her cunt hairs just started tickling my nose.
Knowing that I should start at her clitoris (thanks to
“Every-thing You Wanted To Know About Sex But Were
Afraid To Ask”) and the general location, I used my
tongue to explore until I found it. I started flicking
her clit with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth.
She arched her hips, grabbed my head, and crushed it
against her cunt.

Whatever I lacked in experience I tried to make up for
in effort. I kept sucking gently on her clit, my saliva
mixing with her juices, until she was soaked. Leaving
her clit I moved down and began tonguing her vagina.
Taking a deep breath, I shoved my tongue as far into
pussy as it would go. She mashed my head against her
moaning “Jesus, a natural pussy eater!”

Hearing that drove me wild! I began thrusting my tongue
in and out with short trips back up to her clit. I just
couldn’t get enough of it with her moaning how good it
felt and kept fucking her cunt with my tongue.

Finally, I’d had enough. Not that I couldn’t continue
doing that, I just couldn’t take the pressure on my
cock. Breaking her iron-like grasp on my head, I pulled
back and began taking off my pants. She smiled at me
and said; “Now it’s my turn.”

“NO!” I almost screamed, “I couldn’t take it!”

She smiled knowingly at me and laid back down on the
seat again spreading her legs. This was it. The moment
of truth! I knelt between her legs and she reached down
and grabbed my cock. I almost died! Just having some
one else besides me touch my cock was fantastic. She
stroked it back and forth a few times muttering “it
feels so nice!” Grabbing my cock, she pulled me towards
her and down to her pussy. Without letting go of my
cock, she slowly worked it into her pussy grabbing my
ass with her other hand.

I couldn’t believe the sensations! Rosie Palm and her
five sisters NEVER felt like this! When she had all of
me in her, she let go of my cock, grabbed my ass with
both hands, and moved her hips up and down against me.
At last I was fucking a woman! I started getting
carried away and thrust with all my strength against
her, her hands on my ass pulling me deeper into her
pussy.

I knew I couldn’t take much more of this. Feeling an
orgasm start, I shouted, “STOP!”

Too late, I started coming inside her but held myself
very still hoping I could control how much I came. She
looked up at me and asked, “Did you come?”

“A little,” I replied.

Smiling, she stroked my cheek and asked, “Do you want
to stop?” I shook my head no and started stroking my
still hard cock inside her. Now I understood one of the
benefits of being 19, healthy, and incredibly horny:
once just wasn’t going to be enough! I also noticed
that the first ‘little’ orgasm seemed to deaden the
sensations in my cock.

Realizing I could now fuck her without worrying about
coming too fast, I went at it with a renewed gusto. She
looked at me and moaned, “I don’t believe it!” My ego
soared! I was Tarzan dominating Jane! I was the
fulfillment of the male image! Marlboro Man look out!
I’m riding this mare to the sunset! I kept up the pace,
going in and out, as deep as I could, her writhing and
moaning driving me to animal passion that almost scared
me. Her hips thrusting back at me met my every stroke
with equal, passionate force.

Suddenly, she grabbed me around the hips with her legs,
and sinking her teeth into my neck, began to come. Her
vagina clamped down on my cock and I could feel it
pulsate in rhythm to her body convulsions as she became
lost in the throes of her orgasm. I couldn’t believe
that I had actually done that to a woman.

She held on to me long after the orgasm subsided, my
cock still hard inside her. Finally she relaxed her
legs and let me pull out of her. I didn’t want to leave
that warm, marvelous cavern but my arms were shaking
from holding myself up. I sat back on the seat with a
silly grin on my face. She sat up, saw the grin, and
chuckled “Well how was it?”

Still grinning I replied, “WOW, it’s a lot better than
I thought!” She laughed and snuggled up to me, her
breasts pressing against my arm. I lit a cigarette for
both of us and we sat there in silence smoking. She
finished half of hers and snubbed it out.

Leaning back against me, she started stroking my thigh
and said, “Well, we can’t go with you only having a
little orgasm. How about a big one?”

I was shocked! My high school escapades previously
mentioned always ended with one orgasm no matter how
good it was. Now here was a woman asking if I wanted
more. I don’t think I can relate the male ego boost
that occurs even today upon hearing that! I looked at
her, nodded and said, “I don’t know if I can come
again.” She looked me in the eye and said, “Let me
worry about that.”

Using both hands she gently forced me back until my
head lay on the driver’s side armrest, my legs spread
on the seat. Being obviously of a vengeful nature, she
began running her tongue down my legs and around my
stomach being careful to avoid my crotch. I moaned and
writhed under her ministrations, thrusting my hips
involuntarily into the air. Finally, after one tongue
excursion down my thigh, she began tonguing my balls.
She went back and forth between them getting the hairs
soaked with her saliva.

She suddenly stopped, looked up at me, and took my left
testicle into her mouth. She sucked on it softly and
stroked it with her tongue. Letting it slide sinuously
out of her mouth, she repeated with the right testicle.
She went back and forth between them, sometimes using
her mouth to ‘fuck’ my balls, sliding them individually
in and out, in and out. She stopped, and taking a deep
breath, took both balls into her mouth at the same
time, gently stuffing them in with her hands. The
sensation was overpowering.

My cock felt more engorged with blood than ever before;
bouncing up at the sky with every beat of my heart. I
squirmed repeatedly underneath her which seemed to
drive her into a heightened frenzy. She kept sucking on
my balls like she couldn’t get enough, her eyes
constantly open and watching my reactions.

Suddenly, she pulled back slightly and let my balls pop
out of her mouth. She began running her tongue up and
down on the underside of my cock. Occasionally she
would wrap her lips as much as possible around the side
of my cock and suck it or stroke her lips up and down,
pausing close to the head. She opened her mouth and
placed my cock inside on her tongue rubbing it all
around without closing her mouth.

I’d only seen this done in porno movies and
experiencing it was almost unbearable. She grabbed my
cock with her hands and closed her mouth about the
head, slowly sucking it in until she had about half of
it in her mouth. She kept it there, sucking on it like
a Popsicle, her eyes glued to mine savoring my every
reaction. She closed her eyes and started stroking her
head up and down on my straining cock, going deeper and
deeper with every stroke, until finally all of my cock
was buried in her mouth. She ground her face against my
stomach, twisting her head back and forth, then
returning to fucking my cock with her mouth. This sure
wasn’t going to take too long. Nothing in my previous
experience could possibly prepare me for this!

I could feel my balls swelling, getting ready to expel
my juices. I grabbed her head and twisted it up without
removing my cock and told her I was going to come. I
thought she would pull away and let me come in the air
like in high school but I was wrong. I removed my hands
from her head as she mumbled a negative and increased
her sucking up and down. Again I grabbed her head and
started helping her up and down on my cock.

The pressure kept increasing until suddenly, I began to
come! She thrust her head down on my cock, taking it as
deep as before. I shot jet after jet of come into her
throat while she continued to bob her head up and down
on my deeply engulfed cock. It was like I couldn’t stop
coming and she couldn’t get enough.

As the flow lessened, she pulled her head back and
began running my still spurting cock around her face.
The muscles in my body were shaking from my tensing
them. Finally I stopped and she took my softening cock
back into her mouth, gently licking and sucking it. She
used her fingers to wipe off her face and sucked off
the collected come. We both fell asleep.

I woke up about an hour later, saw the time, woke up
Anika and said, “I’ve got to get back on board ship.” We
dressed and I took her home. I laughed when it turned
out her home was only three blocks away from the bar. I
asked her why we didn’t go to her house and she said
she didn’t want her husband catching us! I couldn’t
believe it! I asked her if we could get together again
and she smiled at me and said, “Who knows? You can find
me at the bar.” She kissed me tenderly and walked into
her house…

I went back to the bar after we got back into port
about two months later but she never showed up. I drove
by her house but it was up for sale. Nobody at the bar
knew what had happened to her or when exactly she left.
I’m happily married now with a wife that fulfills my
every fantasy and desire so I have no need to look for
another woman. Still, I guess you never forget your
first experience, especially one as wild as that one
was. I hated waiting until I was 19 but in hindsight,
it was well worth it! The message? Don’t discount older
women. Their capacity to please can be overwhelming and
their capacity to give can be bottomless.


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