A First Timer

It started as any other typical day at work, I sat at my desk,
toiling at the paperwork that stared me in the face. My reddish-brown
hair needed to be cut, my miniskirt needed to be washed, and other
errands needed to be done. A typical day, until he walked in the
door. It was his first day, and my supervisor introduced me to him.
“Beth, this is Chaz, he’ll be working with us.
“Hi,” he said with a smile. All I could do was smile back at
him, with a slightly nervous “Hello.”More…
My immediate thought was, “Oh my GOD he’s so CUTE I can’t stand
it!” I had to calm myself, and started to concentrate on the
impending paperwork. But how could I? The cubicle next to mine was
empty, and they were going to put Chaz there, I just KNEW it. God, he
was so cute. He had dark hair, brown eyes, medium build, and he
looked like someone famous but I wasn’t quite sure who. I wondered
what he thought of me, did he think I was pretty? I had considered
myself attractive, straight hair down to my shoulders, cute face,
brown eyes, full, red lips, a figure with all the curves in the right
places including a quite slender waist, and great legs (or at least my
last boyfriend told me so!) I’d never felt like such a schoolgirl!
But, duty called, and back to the grindstone, shuffle those papers…
The next day, I dressed a little dressier, perhaps a little
sexier. I put on a silk blouse I recieved as a gift upon my
graduation from college just a few months ago. It shimmered and it’s
snug fit showed off my bosom. Then came another miniskirt (I was
quite fond of them) that accented my waist, hips and buttocks. It was
cut above the knee, and showed off those “great legs.” I walked into
the office, sat down, noticing Chaz hadn’t arrived yet. It was one of
those offices where you could name your hours and he named his a
little later than mine. About a half hour later he came in.
He seemed like a shy boy, which is what attracted me to him in
the first place, since I’m a little shy myself. Lunch hour arrived,
and I decided to be a brave little soldier. “Hi, Chaz.”
“Oh, hi, Beth.” He was a little startled.
“I’m sorry, did I scare you?”
“It’s okay.”
“Lunch at your desk today?”
“Yea, these deadlines are ridiculous.”
“Tell me about it, I’ve been dealing with six months before you
came here!”
“They hired you right out of school?”
I nodded. “Yep, this was the first place I applied to.”
“Gads, you’re lucky, I had to look for months before I got
here.”
His voice, I don’t know what it was about it, but it was…
enchanting, deep and powerful yet gentle and sweet. He MUST already
have a girlfriend, I KNOW it! It’s a shame that all the good ones
have girlfriends.
“So,” I said, “how old are you? Don’t mind me, I’m just
being…nosey. Heh.” That was a stupid question, he didn’t have to
answer.
“24,” he replied, “I graduated college two years ago, but I had
some unfortunate circumstances after graduation, so here I am now.”
“That’s too bad.” Maybe he would open up to me later and tell me
what troubled him, that is, if he didn’t already have a girlfriend!
This was too frustrating, I’m not about to steal someone else’s man
away, but if he was unattached, I wouldn’t feel so bad about flirting
a little with him. I had to know!
“Oh,” I continued, “I’m 22, just in case you couldn’t figure it
out!” we let a little laugh, then went back to work.
Days passed, and I was waiting for him to put a photograph of his
girlfriend on his desk. He didn’t. That looked promising. But I had
to be sure.
“Chaz?”
“Yes, Beth?”
“A group of us are going out later for pizza, want to come
along?”
“Sure, sounds great.”
The day crawled until quitting time. Seven of us went to a pizza
joint around the corner from the office, a bit dingy, but nice. At
the round table, I made sure to sit next to Chaz. Even if he did have
a girlfriend, I could be near him and imagine, couldn’t I?
The topic of relationships came up in conversation, one of the
guys, Ned, piped up and asked, “So, Chaz, got a girlfriend?”
“Well, I used to, but it all went to hell in a handbasket. It
took me a long time to decide whether or not the relationship was
worth continuing. In the end, it wasn’t.”
“You mean, ‘no’? Heh heh!”
“Aaah, yea, no, Ned,” he smiled. But I thought his smile was a
mask, to hide the hurt that he felt after his breakup. I wanted to
comfort him, I wanted to make things better, I.. wanted.. HIM! Right
there! My prayers had been answered right then and there! I had to
excuse myself to go to the powder room I was so excited.
I took a face check in the mirror, and everything was inplace.
That haircut I got cut off more than I wanted, but other than that,
everything was okay. I quickly re-applied my lipstick, then returned
to the table.
I had to do SOMETHING. Anything. Anything to let him know that
I was there for him, and how much I loved him. Ordinarily I don’t
believe in “love at first sight” but I thought, or rather WANTED, this
to be different. What could I do? What could I say?
It was time to leave the pizza joint, at the entrance was this
long stairwell. Normally, I have no trouble maneuvering on these
things, but…
“Chaz, can you help me down these stairs? These high heels make
me uneasy on these steps.” I hoped he’d buy the bluff.
“Okay.”
Yes!
I gave him my hand, which he took in his. We walked down, hand
in hand, while I pretended to concentrate on my footing. “Careful,
Beth, we have to go to work tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Chaz!”
“Anytime!”
I could only hope! Anytime, anywhere…
Weeks passed, and I could sense that Chaz was interested in me.
Maybe it was the way he looked at me, the way he smiled at me, or a
combination of things. But I wasn’t quite expecting this…
“Beth?”
“Oh, hi,” I smiled a startled a smile.
“Sorry I scared you.”
“It’s alright.” We tended to do that a lot.
“I have an odd question.”
“Ask it…”
“If I were to ask you out, would you be interested?”
“Well,” I paused, not that I needed to, I just did it for
dramatic effect, “Yes, Chaz, I would. In fact, I’m surprised some
nice girl hasn’t snatched you up yet.”
“A few tried.”
“And failed?”
“Miserably.”
“Like your last girlfriend…” I said with caution.
“Well… yes, like her. See, I thought she was THE one, the one
and only, until I actually got to know her and came to the realization
that our huge differences would get in the way.”
So that was it. “That’s a shame,” I replied.
“Not really, she gave me more headaches than anything.”
“I’m sorry… Anyway, to answer your question, yes,” I said,
quite calmly. Inside I was bursting with anticipation. A burning
sensation was inside of me, a burning I had never felt before.
“So, um, how about it?”
“About what?” I lost my train of thought.
“You know, you, me…”
“Oh,” I laughed, “I’m sorry, you probably think I’m some sort of
ditz!”
“Actually, I think you’re very cute.”
I blushed. I hoped no one else would see me as I turned a
deepening shade of crimson.
“So, um, before you explode, what do you think?”
I smiled and said, “I’d love to.”
Plans were made for that evening. We went to this nice bistro,
and we talked about everything under the sun! Work, weather, the
ocean, our likes and dislikes… which turned out to be quite
similar!
He drove me back to my apartment building, and we stood at the
doorway.
“Well, this is it,” I said, “It isn’t much, but it’s home.”
“It’s nice.”
“Would you like to come up and see my apartment?”
“Sure, I can stay a minute.”
This was almost too much, Chaz in MY apartment! I was so nervous
I nearly dropped my keys. Well, actually, I did drop them.
“Here, let me,” he said, picked up my keys and handed them to
me.
“Thanks, sweetums!”
Sweetums?
He said, “You’re welcome… sugarbuns!”
Sugarbuns?
We got in, I turned on the light. It was a little messy, needed
dusting, and the dirty laundry was in a neat pile in the corner of the
room. He asked, “I like it, who’s your interior decorator?”
“Ha ha, very funny,” I said in a deadpan tone.
We took off our coats and I sat on the couch as he pause to use
the lavatory. I sat, legs crossed, miniskirt to the thigh, blouse
with top button undone. “Come, sit, relax.”
He sat, next to me on my left, and breathed a heavy sigh. “I had
a great evening,” he said.
“So did I, perhaps we can do it again sometime.”
“Perhaps,” he said as I slid my left hand into h right. I
cuddled next to him, leaning on his shoulder.
“I don’t want it to end,” I whispered. He put his left arm
around my waist.
“This doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“No,” I said in hushed tones, “it’s been a long time since I’ve
been this close to anyone.”
“Me, too.”
I kissed him on the cheek, then he turned to face me. Our lips
met, and we kissed. I felt so much joy at that moment. We kissed a
little more, kissing deeper, our tongues probing in every direction.
My hands explored his back, while his did the same to mine. It was at
that point, I lost all inhibitions, took my right hand and slowly
undid his shirt. He pulled out my blouse and felt my bare back,
feeling higher and higher to my bra strap. I had his shirt entirely
unbuttoned, and my blouse was comepletely untucked from my miniskirt.
We continued kissing passionately, our lips and tongues dancing
all the while, and we moved off the couch to the floor, on our knees.
His right hand unzipped my skirt, while his left made its way to my
breast. We crawled on our knees to the bed, where we paused. He
lifted me and put me gently on the mattress. I looked at him, smiled,
and said, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He removed my skirt, revealing my white, lacey panties. He then
took off his shirt while I removed my blouse. I motioned him to come
toward me, and I grabbed his waist. I unzipped his pants and pulled
them down. He then laid down beside me, embraced me, put one leg
around me, and kissed me deeply. He undid my bra and my bosom was
free from all restraints. My breasts we full and uninhibited. The
bra was tossed aside near the dirty laundry. The rest of our
underthings were removed and somehow got kicked in the opposite corner
of the room. In between kisses I let out little moans of pleasure,
moaning “I love you” and he replied “I love you, too.” He massaged my
breasts, and they became stiff. This was a feeling I had never felt
before, but I didn’t want it to stop. I felt something pumping from
within my vagina. I was actually beginning to cum! Never had I felt
THIS feeling before!
“Be gentle…” I cooed.
“I will…” he responded.
“This is my first time…”
“Mine too…”
More kisses. He positioned himself underneath me, tongues
continuing to probe. I was beginning to get very wet, and I wanted to
feel his manhood inside of me. “Do me, baby,” I whispered.
I raised myself with my arms and parted my legs. He inserted his
fully erect penis into my sugar walls. I gently lowered myself, there
was a little pain, but the cum eased it. We moaned. I began to pump
him in me, up, down, up, down… I moaned on each downstroke. I felt
my love walls grip him tightly, as he also moved in rhythm to me. In,
out, in, out.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, “Oh, God, OH OHH”
He moaned louder, I knew he would cum any minute now. “I love
you,” he said, gasping for the breath to say those words that meant to
much to me.
“I love you, too,” I moaned, as I continued to pump him
relentlessly. I arched my back and prepared for the wave of orgasm to
hit us.
My juices flowed relentlessly, as he came inside of me. We
screamed in pleasure as I felt him throbbing and squirting inside of
me, it felt SOOO GOOOD, and lasted for what seemed to be an eternity.
The time had passed, and we gave each other little kisses as the
whole world subsided. We whispered “I love you” to each other
thousands of times, or so it seemed. I never knew making love could
be like this. His manhood was still inside me, but grew limp. I fell
asleep on top of his warm body, my head on his chest.
Our relationship grew. Eventually, we got married, and had two
beautiful children. That night we spent together, so long ago, Chaz
knew that I was his one and only. The feeling was the same for me,
too. We knew that nothing could come between us, neither one of us
would be alone ever again. We’d have each other for ever and ever
and…

Tutoring

Jon was your average high school freshman. Still a virgin, he wanted
to fuck a girl more than anything else in the world. But more important,
he wanted to fuck Lisa.
Lisa was NOT your average high school freshman. She was 13, 5 foot 3
inches tall, white blond hair, and had two huge and well-shaped tits. She
had a perfect complexion, and really looked great. She was beautiful. To
Jon, she was perfect. But how could he ever get a chance at her???
On this Thursday afternoon, he heard Lisa tell Mr. Finch, their
History teacher, that she was staying after school. Jon stayed after too,
not knowing quite why, but hoping at least to see her. He thought that
would be enough.
He noticed her in their homeroom, alone, apparently working on some
homework. She looked up as she saw him come in, and he went to the other
side of the room to sharpen his pencil. Jon was a little nervous, as he
had no real business being there, but as he glanced at Lisa he felt it was
worth anything to see her. He went up to her and asked her about that
night’s Biology homework.
As she bent over to find the page number for him, his dick began to
bulge. He was wearing loose fitting shorts, and his cock began to push
outward. He could feel his head pressing against his underwear and he
wanted to lean forward and press it into Lisa. He noticed how her shorts
tightened around her ass, exposing every curve. They were short shorts to
begin with, but her leaning down for her book really stretched them. He
could just imagine sliding his cock in and out of her…oooh! The thought
made him tremble.
“Here it is, Jon,” she said as she straightened, gently bumping her
back into his dick.
His mind was racing. “She just rubbed against my cock!” he thought.
She knew what she had felt, and she glanced down briefly as she handed
him the paper with the assignment written on it. “What a long cock!” she
giggled to herself. “And it looks thick, too!”
As she turned back around she brushed it again with her arm, seemingly
by accident. She was getting turned on! She got up and went over to the
chalkboard. Jon followed close behind, drawn by something he didn’t
understand.
As she leaned over to pick up a piece of chalk, Jon rubbed his dick
gently on her tight buttocks. Instead of yelling for security, she reached
her hand between her legs and grabbed his rod.
“Oh, shit, that feels great!” thought Jon, wondering what to do next.
“Can this really be happening?!” he wondered.
Lisa turned, more crouched then bent over, and rubbed her face on the
shape of his rod. Slowly she began to pull his shorts off with her teeth.
Then his underwear, inch by inch, until his penis stood at attention,
exposed and ready for battle. She licked the tip of his throbbing hard on
and he was ready to come already! Then she began to envelope it with her
silken lips, spreading warm saliva over the entire length of his shaft.
She broke her lips away long enough to encompass and wet his dangling
balls, already tingling with pleasure, and then continued sucking him off.
Jon was sure he was having another wet dream and would be waking up
any second.
She sucked harder and harder, rubbing his balls with her fingers,
until he began to quiver with excitement. Then she wet her finger and
reached up behind him, inserting her finger gently into his ass! He had
never experienced anything like this before, and after the sucking,
squeezing, and pumping he started to feel the rise of a powerful orgasm,
and he quickly exploded in her mouth and all over her face.
Sticky cum was dripping from the corners of her mouth as she struggled
to keep it all in, swallowing quickly. Jon’s back was arched, and his jism
exploded so freely into the depths of her throat that it was indeed more
than he could bear. He almost collapsed on top of her when she stopped
pumping, and what he felt was awesome. He crumbled to the floor, only to
find Lisa laying beside him.
Her still-wet lips touched his, and for a moment they enjoyed their
passion just rolling around on the floor. Soon she turned around, however,
to place her triangle of moist, true-blond, pubic hair against his face.
He couldn’t even remember when she had dropped her shorts and panties!
His tongue flicked out immediately, and he licked her cunt with a
frenzy. He could feel her erect nipples touch his rod as she began to jerk
violently. Soon, he could feel her vaginal muscles contract wildly against
his face. She spread her legs wide, allowing him to stick as much as he
possibly could of his tongue into her open pussy. He was almost tit
fucking her too, the way she was moving. She jerked back and forth
violently, until finally, she exploded into an awesome orgasm.
Next, when she got her breath back and now that he was quite hard, she
lay down on her back, and beckoned for him. As he lay down on top of her,
her legs went up in the air. He lay there for a moment, wondering what the
guys would say, and tonguing her breasts hungrily, turning both of them on
even more. He wondered what would happen if someone walked in right now.
He decided he didn’t care, and, with one fluid shove of his hips, shoved
his cock into her gaping, drenched pussy. Incredible!
As he began to pump in and out, she placed her heels on his ass,
shoving him in even harder. She wanted more! The feeling of his cock
sliding in and out, the sight of her gorgeous face, the feeling of her
rounded breasts, the smell of her skin, the taste of her juices still left
in his mouth, and the sound of her panting and groaning almost did it right
then. He relaxed slightly to delay his impending orgasm. Soon she had one
of her own, arching her back and rocking about wildly. Jon was getting
closer, he knew he was close now. He didn’t want her to get pregnant, but
he didn’t want to take it out, either! Brains won out over hormones.
With a final lick on her tit, he pulled out quickly, leaving her lying
there, shaking, ready to scream for more. She leaned back more, her legs
still up, exposing the most beautiful ass Jon had ever seen, even in those
magazines his friend showed him. Jon was shaking, and in one long shove he
rammed his pussy-wet cock up her ass as far as it would go, making her moan
in ecstasy.
He was ready now, his hardened rod of steel sliding in and out, her
ass pleasantly eating him up, then spitting him out again. He pumped
faster and faster. Again she climaxed, even stronger this time, as she
reached down and spread her ass out wide. He could feel it building the
most incredible orgasm he had ever felt. It rose inside of him slowly,
building pressure and speed. He began to moan, and just as she climaxed
again, drawing him into her. At the same time, his cum shot up his rod and
out his cock’s head at lightening speed, shooting high into her. She felt
this too, just as she climaxed, and she was overcome.
He jerked in and out a few more times, then pulled out and collapsed
on top of her. The best he had ever had had just ended. They felt so
overcome with joy, and sadness that it was over, and exhaustion, that they
almost fell into a well-deserved sleep.
BUZZZ! The last bell of the day. School was really over, and the late
buses were about to leave. Jon started dressing and his hungry eyes took
in Lisa’s hot body as she relaxed on the floor.
“Thanks, Jon. You were pretty good for a freshman!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I haven’t fucked a freshman since I was in the seventh grade,
and I just wanted you to know you were pretty good.”
It finally dawned on Jon that Lisa obviously hadn’t been an innocent
virgin. He had seen her hanging around the school with the older jocks and
knew she went to the parties, but now, he realized that he might have an
idea of what went on at those parties.
“Well…thanks, I guess. Shouldn’t you be hurrying to catch the last
bus?”
“Nah, I told Mr. Finch I’d stay after today for some special tutoring.
I’ll see you around, Jon.”
Jon finished dressing and ran for the bus, wondering what Lisa meant
by “special tutoring.”

First Orgasm

“I’ve never experienced an orgasm,” my roomate Anna confessed. I looked at
her, surprised. She was a pretty, firm-breasted blonde with long, straight
hair that she kept in a pair of heavy braids. Her serious blue eyes were
highlighted by her white-gold eyebrows and flawless complexion. I shifted
uneasily in my chair as I involuntarily flashed on the image of my tongue
flicking across the pink button of her throbbing clitoris.
“That’s too bad,” I said carefully. What are you supposed to say to
something like that? HEY, GIRL, I’LL SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE seemed kind of
crude.
“Have you ever had a problem like that?” she asked.
“No,” I admitted, hoping it didn’t sound like I was bragging. “In fact,
I’m a little bit trigger-happy if you touch me in the right place.”
“Maybe it’s just that no one has ever touched me in the right place…”
Her voice trailed off as she glanced down at the floor, too shy to meet my
gaze. Damn her, she was hinting!
“If you want, I can check it out for you,” I said, still trying to sound
like I didn’t care one way or the other. “Or, if you feel uncomfortable
about another woman touching your body, I could just show you how I play with
myself . . . ”
Anna was already zipping down my skirt. When she yanked it to my ankles, I
kicked it away. My panties followed quickly. Naked from the waist down, I
sat down in the chair with my legs spread wide so she could look straight up
my creamy cunthole.
“I have this sensitive bundle of nerves right here,” I said, touching the
place where the heavy lips of my pussy converged to form the hood that
protected my clitoris. That secret love button danced twitchily under my
fingers, going as hard as a small perfect pearl.
“You don’t stick you finger up your cunt to jerk yourself off?” she asked,
amazed.
“Nah. I like it better this way. A lot of girls do.” I moved the tips of
my fingers in a circular motion over my quivering clitoris. As I grew more
excited, I strummed harder, playing my love button like a sexual guitar. Anna
leaned forward, licking her lips.
“You can get closer,” I said, encouraging her. “Take a good look.”
She got out of her chair and knelt on the floor between my legs. As she
bent over my cunt, I felt her hot breath tickle the sensitive skin of my inner
thighs. she was so close to sucking off my twat and my hand blurred over my
clitty nubbin as I thundered into my first orgasm.
Suddenly, as I kicked and squirmed in my chair, Anna shoved my fingers out of
the way so she could watch my spasming clitoris undergo its crazy contractions.
Then she actually bent down and wrapped her lips around that sensitive bud!
When she moved the flat of ther tongue experimentally across my clit, I went
from one mind-blasting orgasm into a series of cunt-shattering multiples. Her
beginner’s lick job was enough to keep me thundering in my seat for a full
twenty minutes.
Even when the most wildest shudders ceased, small orgasmic aftershocks
continued to ripple through my body. Anna, who really wanted that close-up
look, refused to take her head from my crotch. In fact, she diddled her
tongue lower, licking it in and out of my pussy so she could taste my female
juices.
At long last, she got up. “That was unbelievable,” she said, a yearning in
her voice. “But I could never experience so muc pleasure…”
“Of course you can!” Hign on sex, I jumped up as fresh energy zipped through
my body. “Come here, lover,” I said and I started taking off her clothes.
“When we were both completely naked, I guided Anna down onto the carpet, so
that she was stretched out flat on her back. Shy, she kept both legs together
until I gently spread her knees aapart and climbed between them. Running my
tongue around my suddenly-dry lips, I proceeded to suck her.
“The golden fleece that lined Anna’s soft pussy tickled my tongue as I lapped
across her whole twat. Rolling her blush-pink pussy wattles between my lips,
I sloly circled in on her pea-sized clitoris. Pressing it hard, I made her
jerk and kick her feet against the floor. She raised one hand and then let it
fall, smacking the carpet with and emphatic sound.
She felt a little stiff at first, as if she was afraid to let go. As it
became obvious that I loved her gooey oyster sauce, she relaxed. Her butt
began to undulate against the carpet to the beat of my tongue-strokes. Her
hard, erect clitoris fluttered. Then she went stiff al over, and next she
exploded!
I lost track of the number of orgasms I gave Anna that afternoon. But I
knew it wasn’t enough to make up for all she’d missed. I guess I’ll just have
to give her some more.

The Drive In

DRIVE-IN — think of the term — what comes to mind? Movies… or sex? If
it’s the latter, it’s probably because of outdoor movie theaters have a
secure place in the sexual history of the United States. They are proving
grounds, places in which to discover one’s sensual metier.
Drive-ins became sex centers in the Fifties and Sixties out of necessity.
Young people did not “live together” in those decades, and you could only go
so far in an indoor theater’s balcony. Instead of apartments and college
dorms, people lost their virginity in the backs of automobiles. It was
cramped and stuffy and uncomfortable, but nobody cared. The smell of car
leather and gasoline were like aphrodisiacs. If you were lucky, you could
find a safe spot in the local lovers’ lane or on an old abandoned roadway.
Drive-ins were your best bet, provided you could park in a deserted section
of the lot or were surounded by your friends’ automobiles, because you could
always get out of a clinch in a hurry and pretend you were only watching the
movie, something you could not do in lovers’ lane. The movies were hardly
ever worth looking at, so making love was a much better way to spend the
time.
Coming of sexual age in the Sixties, back when drive-ins were at their
most popular, I used to go to a place called the Spring Gardens, on the
outskirts of town. It was a magical dinosaur with hot dog and popcorn
concessions, a tatered, giant-size motion picture screen and room for plenty
of convertibles. There were a few older couples and families scattered about
on Friday nights, but most of the cars were full of necking teenagers like my
girl and myself.
Thinking of Spring Gardens brings back fond memories, because I got my
first blowjob there. The girl was an eighteen-year-old stunner names Valerie
who had enormous brown eyes, long blonde hair and a figure that made my mouth
water. Her sensuous lips turned up in provactive smiles that promised
unspoken delights. One night, while we were watchin the second half of the
bill, we were kissing and hugging so much I expected to see steam fogging up
the windshield.
She had let me put my hands on her large, firm breats and hard, pointy
nipples. Squeezing them, I drew her closer and felt her woman flesh melting
into my arms and chest. My cock was so big ad so hard I was sure it would rip
through the cloth of my pants. Valerie reached down and put a hand on it.
I could feel the pressure of that hand through my jeans, her fingernails
scratching up and down. Then a fist grabbed me through the material and held
tightly to my penis. My tongue was halfway down Val’s throat and my hands
were still feeling her breasts, but, as good as they felt, my attentin was
instantly diverted. I mean, there was a hand cuping my balls! I could have
come right then and there. What if…? I thought. What if she pulls down my
zipper and actually touches my cock with her beautiful, bare fingers? I was
trembling at the mere tought of it.
I was a virgin, but Valerie was a lot more experienced. Within moments
she had the zipper down and was holding my cock in her hands, pulling on it,
watching it grow and grow. Centerfolds and fantasies had never accomplished
what Valerie did. She got my cock up to its full potential, making it swell
to its largest possible size. Pulling away from me, she bent her head down
into my lap, and I moaned.
Expecting only a handjob, I got a whole lot more. The feel of her fingers
was replaced by a wet, sensuos mouth kissing the tip of the head. Her tongue
snuck out to flick gently across my penis’s opening. A hot charge zipped up
and down my body. Valerie’s tongue glided up and down the shaft, brushing
seductivly across the bulging, purple vein, and I felt almost dizzy.
Finally her mouth swept wetly over the crest and began pushing its way
down, down the length of my penis, enveloping my sex in a moist, living
tunnel. I couldn’t breath, only gasp. I needed to come so badly that there
was positively an ache in my groin. Val’s soft, scarlet lips were pulling at
the pliable flesh of my penis, causing the skin to move in an up-and-down
moton. As her head rose and fell in my lap, her tongue continued to flick
warmly around and around the bottom of the shaft.
My head was bent back on the top of the headrest. All I could do was sit
here, feeling week and ecstatic, letting Val’s expert actions bring me right
to the edge. I felt my orgasm rising. There was asudden panic, which I
quickly dismissed. I had never come in a car before. Then a large, hot,
creamy load was discharged into Valere’s mouth, and she began to suck out and
swallow every last drop of semen.
When she was through and my cock was finally empty, Val sat up and smiled,
licking her lips. My cock was wet and beginning to feel deliciously cool as
the air hit the moisture on the shaft; soon it was dry and back in my pants.
Valerie again snuggling my arms, and I held her tight.
So that was a blowjob! And it had been so easy. I had graduated from
fondling and kissing to getting blown. I could hardly wait to find out what
would happen during next week’s double feature.
If you think there are a lot of sex manuals now, you should have seen the
ones published in the Sixties. The difference was that we really needed them
then. Most of it we could learn by “doing what comes naturally,” but it
helped to have books to tell us that it was normal to want to jerk off. It
was in a sex manual that I read about cunnilingus, which up until then had
been a subject to kid about with fellows, not something that you were
supposed to actually do. But I figured that if a girl could go down on me, I
should at least make an effort to return the favor.
One night I was at the Springs Gardens with a girl named Cecily. She was a
buxom blonde with hazel eyes, long, long lashes, and hair that fell in
vibrant curls to her shoulders. She had sucked my cock on numberous
occasions, and had hinted that sooner or later we’d “go all the way.”
“Tonight,” I told her, “I have a surprise in store.” There was just one
problem.
The drive-in had hired a security guard, a paunchy old fellow who would
occasionally rouse himself enough to walk up and down the rows shining a
flashlight into suspicious-looking cars. A few hushed-up pregnancies,
ostensibly resulting from nights of passion at the Spring Gardens, plus some
pressure from the town council, had forced the management to take precautions
to keep the atmosphere as “moral” and family-like as possible.
The Danger element only made it more exciting. People were still
fondling, kissing and sucking, but for awhile everythng else was curtailed.
When the guard peered into their cars, my pals would just give the geezer a
shit-eatin’ grin and go right back to what they were doing. When he was way
over by the concessions, taking a coffee break, I told Cecily to get into the
backseat with me. She giggled and reached for my zipper, but I stopped her. I
gently pushed her down onto her back, straddled her and lifted her dress.
Then I pulled down her panties and whistled.
I hadn’t seen a pussy close up except in magazines. I rather liked the
aroma, and was anxious to begin. My prick was stiff, sending signals to my
mind — fuck her, you fool, fuck her! — but I had promised myself I’d wait
awhile. So I shoved my head between her legs and started to kiss her warm,
sweet vagina lips. Her clit was swelling and she was emitting a viscous
discharge. I braced myself, then began to orally massage the pussy-flesh,
tasting the pungent fluid flowing from her cunt. The moment my tongue and
lips touched her there, we were both electrified, Cecily by the sensations
and I by her response.
Cecily was writhing excitedly, her legs thrashing and her hands pulling on
my hair. It was hard to believe that she had serviced lots of guys and none
had ever thought of pleasing her. For women, the Sixties were sexually
prehistoric. I was nuzzling her pussy, just snuggling up to her cunt and
sucking contentedly on her clitoris, while se was soaring into orbit
somewhere past Jupiter, quivering under my mouth.
“Oh… my God. My God. Where did you learn that?” I didn’t tell her I was
learning it that very minute. My tongue swept up and down and across her lips
and clit, I thought the car would shake.
Lapping up her juices, I felt her knees swinging back and forth above my
head. She was going crazy. I tickled her clit some more and planted kisses
all over her vulva. She cried out in a breathless, orgasmic rush, and I knew
I’d succeeded. She was coming like she never had before.
Just as we were sitting up afterward, the security guard shone his light
into the backseat. Cecily was smoothing her skirt, and I was rubbing my chin
thoughtfully.
“Get in the front seat, you two,” the old man growled. We looked at each
other and laughed.
The drive-in was the scene for a lot of summertime romances. That summer
my romance with a young lady named Jill had reached the point of no return.
We were both too hot for one another to settle for substitues. Blowjobs were
means to an end, not ends in themselves anymore. I was anxious to become a
man, and Jill was just as eager to turn into a woman. We could think of no
one we preferred “growing up” with more than each other.
It was a very hot weekend in July. Jill had never looked more beautiful:
suntanned, blue eyed, her light brown hair brushed back becomingly from her
small, pretty face. Her figure in a bathing suit was petite but curvaceous,
with two rounded mounds up front that gave her a voluptuous cast. Her legs
were perfectly shaped, and her waist was small. Her breasts were large in
proportion to her body. During many movies of which I had no memory, I’d
explored the length and breadth of them time and time again; my hands and
mouth knew their shape by heart.
The security guard had been fired. All around us in open-topped
convertibles, kids were steamily embracing, their faces mashing together in
osculatory bliss. I kissed Jill and held her closer. We were parked at the
edge of the lot, near the forest. It was late, the sky was dark and the giant
figures of now obscure movie actors loomed above us. I knew from the look in
Jill’s eyes that the time had come. We were both excited and breathing hard.
She climbed into the backseat as I raised the hood of the convertible. All
across the lot I could see convertible tops going up. There was a cool breeze
in the air, and this was the perfect night to make love.
I stripped quickly in the backseat. Jill was already naked. We hung our
clothes up over the windows to discourage peeping toms. Jill stretched out
full-length, oblivious to what slight discomfort there was.
“Now,” she whispered, “I want you now.” She held out her arms to me.
In my dreams I had done this a hundred million times, but there was
nothing that could compare to the reality. I moved over her body, stopping to
kiss and touch a thigh here, a breast there, planting my lips gently on her
ears and neck and eyelids. She reached up to envelop me in her arms. Her
mouth touched my neck and shoulders, nibbling on my chest.
She reached below my body and held my penis. She took measure of it,
sighting. My tongue pushed its way between her lips, and we turned our heads
this way and that as we tasted one another and let the yearnings grow inside
us. Neither of us could hold back any longer. I lowered myself carefully atop
her and let instinct take over. My penis found the aperture, already
moistening, and eased its way inside. Jill gasped from the sudden alien
quality of the thing inside her. She smiled. I kissed her again.
My penis slid in smoothly, up to the hilt. When I was fully inside her, I
bagan rythmic movements. Her cunt was tight and wet and warm. She cried out
in pain once, her nailes raking my back. Had I punctured her hymen already?
Jills legs were up and around my backside, rubbing frantically against my
flesh. I tried for as long as possible to keep thrusting at a slow, steady
clip, but something deep inside me made me want to go faster and harder.
Jill’s head kept flipping from side to side, and she was sweating rivers. I
was soaked to the bone myself, burning with an insatialbe fever that had only
one cure.
My penis was a huge, throbbing organism that seemed somehow to have a
separate identity. I felt as if it were in control, carrying the rest of body
helplessly along on its journey toward satisfaction. My careful plans for
over-whelming my woman with my sensual expertise were all but forgotten. I
only knew that I had to get off, had to spew my sperm into her quivering cunt
before I went out of my mind. Jill was huffing and puffing, crying out,
urging me to drive into her as hard and quickly as I could.
My cock thrust back and forth with merciless abandon, driving down deep
into Jill’s pussy. There were tears on her cheeks, but her eyes twinkled with
obvious pleasure. Our bodies were grinding togehter, and my prick was like a
fleshly steel conduit about to burst from too much pressure. And then I felt
a spurting explosion inside me, as if the wet tissue of her cunt had adheared
to the jism in my cock and just pulled it out with a sudden draining wrench.
I was shivering uncontrollably. Jill was crying out, grasping my back with
kneading fingers. Her womanly juices gushed out of her cunt, and she began to
tremble and moan excitedly.
Jill, it turned out, had not been a virgin; but I didn’t care. For a long
while after, whenever and wherever I made love, I could almost smell the car
upholstery and imagine huge, voiceless figures hovering in the sky far above
me.