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 VIGNETTES I - Christmas Leave Virgin (MF, cons, 1st, true) by Hypocrites
(hi-pok'-ruh-teez)

   Introduction - I am a hypocrite.  I believe in monogamy and sex within
the confines of marriage.  I am married.  I read erotica.  I did not always
believe the way I do or lead a monogamous life and have had some
adventures. At this point in my life those adventures should not even be
remembered and reflecting on them banished; but I do remember and from time
to time think on them.  I still find them erotic.  Perhaps sharing these
episodes will purge them from my consciousness.  Perhaps not.  Maybe
readers will enjoy them.

   About Myself - I am now middle aged, not in horrible shape but my nearly
sixty years shows.  Most of these vignettes come from a time when I was
much younger, in great shape and before I was married.  I am 6'1", and
hirsute and have always been muscular.  Ego notwithstanding I've been told
I am good looking.

   I have never measured myself, I guess I have always felt I was adequate
and never considered the minutiae of length, girth and circumference. 
Maybe there is a hidden anxiety that I won't, ahem, measure up.  I will say
that every lover I have ever had was tight to me and many strained against
discomfort.  I don't remember any episodes where I did not "hit bottom".  I
have always had heavy balls covered in thick hair.  My wife calls them
"bull balls".  So you won't read any precise lengths or volumetric
analysis.

   I always spend a good deal of time in foreplay and will make sure my
lover orgasms before intercourse.  I find making sure they cum at least
once makes MY experience more satisfying.

   As for the women, I favor redheads and voluptuous figures.  However, I
have dated a variety of women with different body types and age ranges. 
Most have been white while some were Asian and some African American.

   I went into the Army (airborne) straight out of high school, when I came
home I have been many things but settled in fire and rescue.  My
experiences prior to that were clumsy as I and the girls I was with were
learning.  We didn't have the internet and unless you were ballsey enough
to check out/purchase things like the Kama Sutra, The Kinsey Report or
similar; you were left learning from Variations and other erotic writings
in skin mags.  Just before I went in, I adopted the odd habit of actually
speaking to the girl I was with and actually asking what she enjoyed.  I
became better.

   This story is true and I was very inexperienced when it occurred.  It
wasn't until late into the next day that I realize that this young lady was
a virgin when I took her to bed.

   CHRISTMAS LEAVE VIRGIN

   Some forty years ago I was in basic training.  Christmas Leave was
thirty days starting in the first week of December.  I had gone in at 17
and was just now 18 years old.  I was living with my dad and when I came
home, my best friends all decided they would take turns treating me to a
night of drinking and revelry.  There was a wood frame honky tonk in town
that had awesome bands and cheap pitchers of beer.  The waitresses and the
band actually remembered me from all of the times I had been in there
before.  I didn't have the heart to tell them I was just now of age.  I
wore a full beard in high school and the subject never came up.  Both the
house and the band bought rounds and it wasn't long before driving became
ill advised but I wasn't driving.

   I definitely stood out in this seventies scene with my high and tight
haircut so it was fairly easy to find women to talk to.  I was and am a
horrible dancer but that didn't stop me from "dancing" with several women.
I had ladies grabbing my butt and pressing their breasts into my chest.  I
have to say, I idled at a state of semi-arousal the whole night.

   I remember one tall, gorgeous woman that was maybe 35-40.  She was a
handful.  She was about 5' 8", dishwater blonde curls down to her middle
back with long legs and a nice heart shaped ass.  She wore a cotton muslin
shirt and no bra, yeah it was that obvious.  Her breasts were the
proverbial champagne glass size, but oh those nipples.  We were "dancing"
to a semi slow Pure Prairie League song when she pulled tight into me,
those nipples felt like they'd drill into my chest.  She was nibbling on my
neck and grinding her crotch against my leg.  She was cooking and i was
finding it hard to believe she couldn't feel my stiffness pressing into her
hip.  She reached up and started to French me and our tongues started a
dance of their own.  She tasted of menthol and Kahlua.  She kept grinding
and soon shuddered against my leg, did she just cum?  I don't know but I do
know she was flushed and breathing hard.  The dance floor was crowded but
soon enough the song ended and I readjusted myself as subtly as I could.  I
made it back to my table, sat down and cooled off with another frosted mug
of draft.  I noticed she was staggering as she tried to navigate back to
her table.  She almost fell and I started to get up but her girlfriends
caught her and sat her down.  This one looked promising.  I had to hit the
head though and when I got back, both she and her friends were gone.  Oh
well.

   Me and my buddies were talking to various people and girls around the
club while the band was on break.  There was a table with three girls that
as I stopped by to say, "hi," asked me to join them.  We were all talking
and laughing a little to loud when the young lady to my right asked me what
I did.  I told her i was a soldier home on leave.  "I LOVE soldiers," she
said with a breathy exhale.  I studied her for a minute and found she was
beautiful.  Not closing time beautiful but really beautiful.  When the band
started back in with a slow number, she asked me to dance.  I told her I
wasn't very good and she laughed and said, "I am." Maybe I read too much
into that remark, but it sounded promising.  What the heck, I can sway back
and forth.

   When she stood and lead me by the hand to the dance floor I took her in.
She was around 5' maybe 5' 1".  Her hair was a shiny brown flowing in long
straight locks to her butt which filled out her jeans liked they had been
spray painted on her.  When she turned and we joined on the floor I really
got my first good look at her face.  She was milky white with a built in
pout and oversized gleaming eyes.  She was curvy but not fat with full
thighs joining at a visible cleft showing through those insanely tight
jeans.  She wore a light sateen blouse with enough buttons loose to give me
a clear view of her ample cleavage.  I've become a pretty good judge over
the years and if i recall correctly, she was every bit of a DD cup.  She
squeezed into me as we danced and I worried that she could see the outline
of my stiffening dick through my jeans.  We finished the dance and we went
back to her table.  We talked some more and I found out she was celebrating
her 18th birthday with her friends (the legal drinking age then was 18). 
She had scooted up next to me and was rubbing her hand n my thigh as we all
talked.  Occasionally she would lean in and we'd kiss long and deep.  I'd
glance at her friends to gauge their reactions.  They were smiling and
whispering.  I had my hand draped around her shoulder and drew her in for
another kiss while I reached over with my left hand and slid it up her
thigh, pressing lightly against her vulva.  She gasped in my mouth.  She
rasped, "will you take me home with you?" I whispered back, "I came with
friends, let me see if they are good with driving us out to my house." They
had been watching and were ready to go.  Talk about good friends.

   We got to my house and my buddies pulled away.  I cautioned, "my dad
will be asleep, be very quiet." We came in, I grabbed another couple of
beers from the fridge and we went back to my room.  Thankfully it was on
the opposite side of the house from my dad's room.  We went in and I lit a
couple of weird little wizard candles that I had and we sat on the bed. 
Good grief she was beautiful as the candle light danced in her eyes and
painted her alabaster skin.  Her hair shimmered as it draped down the front
of her shirt cascading over her left breast.  We talked in hushed tones and
she told me about finishing high school in the previous spring, that she
liked volleyball and was working as a waitress.  She went on about dating a
couple of guys in high school but had not een seriously involved with
anyone since.

   The way she had talked and acted at the bar, I figured she had had at
least some experience.  But when I reached up with my right hand and swept
back the hair from her face and caressed her cheek, she began to tremble.
She leaned her face into my hand, her breath came in something like a sigh.
She closed her eyes and I leaned in.  She turned her face slightly and
kissed my hand as she slid closer.  I pulled her face to mine, causing her
to lean forward and I softly kissed her on the cheek and then her lips.  As
I lingered on her mouth my left hand came and grasped her shoulder and I
pulled her into a tight, almost crushing embrace.  She whimpered and called
my name almost questioningly.  I felt her whole body trembling now.

   I took her face in both of my hands and lifted her chin so she could
look me in the eye.  I gazed at her, questioning with my eyes, I could
sense she was afraid.  She looked at me, her eyes shining almost welling
with tears.  She kissed me hard and hen leaned her head against my chest,
she softly kissed between my nipples through the open top of my denim
shirt. I held her close, gently rocking her.  I had resolved to let her
decide.  We stayed like that for a long time, me just holding her gathered
up in my embrace.  Then I almost missed it when she so very softly said,
simply, "please."

   With all of the patience and gentleness I could muster, I took the hand
she was holding against my right chest and guided it to my crotch.  She,
tentatively at first, rested her hand on my erection and then traced it
through the denim.  It ached with desire.  I lifted her chin and kissed
softly and she opened her lips slightly and let me in.  We locked in that
kiss for several minutes, I rubbing the small of her back and slowly
brought my hand around.  Reaching between us I started to unbutton her
blouse and her breathing came faster as we continued our torrid kiss.  I
slipped her blouse off of her shoulders and broke our kiss long enough to
work down her neck and kissed the pearlescent shoulder.  I pulled back long
enough to take off my shirt, I don't know how but it managed to be untucked
and unbuttoned.  I pulled her close again and let her rest her head on my
chest as she lightly rubbed through the hair.  As skittish as she was, I
wanted to make sure every step was her idea.

   I laid her back in my bed and sat up and just gazed at her, marveling at
the way her breasts pushed her lacy bra to its limits.  Her skin glowed and
I gently caressed her stomach causing her to take little gasping breaths as
I slid my hand over the smooth cups that were keeping her breasts captive.
She reached her arms up and I laid down with her, half on her body with the
weight of my chest crushing those beautiful breasts and a leg between hers
pulling her right leg under me.  I held the back of her head and a handful
of her hair as I pressed my lips into hers with earnest effort.  I brought
my right hand up the inside of her right leg, squeezing as I went until I
pressed into her denim covered crotch and added pressure to my middle
finger wedging into the pronounced cleft of her mound.  She inhaled sharply
and her eyes shop open but she didn't break our kiss.  I continued pressing
until she whimpered plaintively and lifted her hips pressing back.  I
relented and rolled back, searching her eyes for answers.  I saw confusion,
lust and a touch of fear.  I had to ask, "what do you want baby?" She bit
her lower lip and reached up with her hands slipping her bra straps off of
her shoulders and ten reached over to me and pulled my right hand to her
left breast.

   The bra was not padded but I could only detect the smallest lump of a
nipple when I started caressing the cloth covered breast.  I slid my finger
under the top of the cup and traced the line of her bra cruising across
what turned out to be very sensitive nipples.  She jumped and made a kind
of gasping chirping noise.  I repeated the assault on the nipple and felt
it growing hard as she twitched and breathed in a sharp little staccato of
gasps and puffs.  I rolled the top hem of her bra cup off of her nipple
causing it to obscenely half her breast.  Her aureola was about quarter
sized and a very pale, almost translucent pink.  Her nipple was tiny but as
I worked it with my fingers and the palm of my hand, it grew to an
unexpected hardness.  I leaned down and took her in another deep kiss and
rolled her on her side facing me.  I worked my hand up from her lower back
to her bra clasp.  I admit I was worried this wasn't going to go well, so
far in my experience the girl had to eventually undo her own bra.  I barely
touched it, or so it seemed, and it snapped open.  She pulled back suddenly
and looked me in the face with an expression that seemed to say, "how did
you do that?" I laid her back down on her back and slowly, teasingly, raked
the bra off of that luscious chest.  She shrugged her shoulders together
and I pulled the offending barrier off of her arms.  She suddenly wrapped
her arms over her breasts in an acute attack of shyness and modesty.  I
reached down, took her wrists in my hands and whispered, "let me see." She
resisted a tiny bit but relented and I pulled her arms open.  "Your
gorgeous!" I hissed as I gazed at those full breasts only slightly moving
to the side.  Instead they elected to stand proud, both nipples now raising
from their pink flowers.  She smiled weekly as I leaned down to kiss her,
and then started my way down to her chest.

   When I got to her left breast and took the nipple into my mouth, she
jumped and made a sound like a sob.  I suckled and gently took the growing
flesh between my teeth pulling it away from her breast.  She moaned as she
grabbed my head and pulled it tightly to her tit.  I kept up the oral
assault on one, then the other nipple.  As I did I would work the other
breast with my left hand and my right returned to working on her jean clad
crotch.  She was whimpering and twitching, jumping around as she humped
back at my hand.  I was pressing hard into her cleft and it was definitely
getting to her.  I didn't want to mar that flawless ivory flesh but I
worked her tits until the aureola and nipples were swollen and nearly
purple.  A flush had spread across her chest, made its way up her neck
until her face looked feverish.  I pulled up and looked down at her.  She
was panting and starting to glisten with the sheen of sweet perspiration. I
touched one of the inflamed nipples and she squealed and jumped, they were
almost too sensitive now.  She was looking at me, flushed and with her eyes
half opened.  I said, "let me see all of you." She nodded but didn't say a
word.

   I moved down to where I was eye level with her waist and undid the top
button of her jeans.  She grabbed my wrist as if to stop my hand and then
slowly let up.  I found the slider of her zipper and worked it down almost
silently.  I peeled the front of her jeans opened and leaned over and
kissed her panty covered mound.  I don't think I had ever done that before
but she sighed and hugged my head to her stomach.  I reveled in her clean
smell and the undulation of her stomach with every breath.  I sat up and
started to work the jeans off of her beautifully rounded hips.  She lifted
her bottom off of the bed and eventually they slid over her full thighs and
wonderfully curved calves.  I was still relatively inexperienced but I knew
what it meant when a girl got wet.  I looked at her modest white panties
and could see the crotch had been worked well between her outer lips and
that the crotch was soaked.  She held her legs closed.  I started at her
calves and ran my hands up past her hips and to her breasts as I leaned in
for some more passionate kisses.  I rested my weight on her and pressured
her with my right leg and she parted hers slightly.  I ground my denim
covered thigh into her crotch again as I umped against her hip, she groaned
as I pressed into her hard and that was as rough as I cared to go.  I sat
back up and urged her onto her stomach.  I worked my hands into her thighs,
massaging deeply, then I worked her glutes and finally her legs opened a
bit more.  I hooked the hem of her panties and worked them over her bottom.
I paused to rub those beautiful mounds and finally went to finish pulling
off her underwear.  She clenched her legs together at first but then as I
worked the elastic down to her thighs she relaxed and I finished sliding
them of of her legs.

   She began to tremble again as I encouraged her to roll back over.  When
she finally did she clamped her hands over her pubic mound.  I didn't push
her or try to remove her hands.  If all of this went through the way I
hoped she would be my third girl and I was still not all that confident and
I sure did not want to scare her.  I laid down next to her and cuddled with
her, kissing her forehead and cheeks and tasting a slight taste of salt
where a tear or two had escaped her eyes.  She relaxed and pulled herself
tightly to me.  After we had lain together for a while, feeling her flesh
pressed into my chest, I eased her onto her back again.  She kept her hands
on my upper arms but did not try to cover herself any more.  Up to this
point I was feeling pretty good about how this had progressed.  I eased my
hand over her left hip and rested on the lightly covered mound.  She looked
at me with worry and I reached down to kiss a sensitive nipple as i started
to work my finger up and down her slit.  She was wet and it glided easily.
She lurched forward and again grabbed my wrist and clamped her legs
together.  "Do you want me to stop?" She was breathing in shallow rapid
breaths and whispered, "no, but go easy." As I said, I didn't have a ton of
experience and I don't think I ever brought a girl off before this.  I
wasn't convinced I would know if I did.  But this part I had a girlfriend
patiently talk me through when I tried to enter her dry and I wanted to do
it right.  As she panted deeply, I could see the pink flush running across
her chest and flooding her face again.  I would lightly suckle one of the
still turgid and sensitive nipples and she'd whimper as her hips started to
move.  I could feel the thick slippery fluid start to flow more readily
then I slipped a finger tip into her vagina.  She jumped violently and
squeaked.  I froze and then asked her, "what d you want me to do?" She
grasped my wrist and pulled it slightly upward until I could feel a lump
under my finger tip.  "There, " she rasped.  I started to slide my finger
up and down again and then pressed against the "lump".  I knew about the
female anatomy and I suspected but wasn't sure if this was her clitoris. 
She groaned and pressed her hips up against my hand.  I started a rapid
side to side assault and a high pitched wail started in her throat, she
pulled me down to a hard kiss and groaned loudly into my mouth as she
jerked upwards and started to thrust.  Her legs clamped together and her
breathing was loud and ragged in my mouth.  She felt almost like she was
convulsing lunging her hips upward, her face a deep red and her eyes
clenched closed.  She finally settled in to twitching, pulled her face from
mine and was exhaling in ragged puffs.  She reached down with her hand and
grabbed my wrist, gasping every time I strummed her sex.  "Please please
stop she hissed.  Oh!" she lurched.  "It's, Oh!  (another lurch with my
finger movement) sensitive...I, uh...oh God." I withdrew my hand.  I
stroked her face feeling pretty satisfied that I ad pleased her.  "That was
the most intense thing I've ever had," she said with almost a giggle in her
voice.  She rolled on her side, slid her hand down to my aching hard on and
said simply, "let me see."

   I stood next to the bed and pulled down my jeans.  It was the seventies
and I wasn't wearing briefs.  When I straightened up and she saw my
erection, her face turned serious and she bit her lower lip.  She raised
her arms and I returned to her embrace pressing her flesh into me and mine
into her.  We kissed hard and my hands roamed her back and full bottom. 
She started to tremble again and she tried to say something, I caressed her
hair and said, "it's okay, we don't have to." She rolled back onto her back
and pulled me on top of her.  Her breasts were crushed under me and her
legs parted.  The base of my cock and balls settled into a very wet cleft.
I couldn't gauge the look she was giving me, fear, wonder, excitement? 
Maybe a little of each.  I had to kiss her again and worked my way down her
neck, nuzzle and kiss her breasts.  I had heard of cunnilingus but had no
idea how it really worked but her scent was intoxicating.  I raised up on
my elbows and tongued my way down to the light, neat covering of brown hair
that pointed the way to her sex.  I had never looked closely at a girl's
vagina before but the inner lips had blossomed a bit and the candlelight
shimmered in the slick coating.  I leaned down and kissed the pink flesh
and she jumped and let out a squeak.  I stuck out my tongue and ran it from
the base to the top of her sex.  She lurched and clamped her hands over her
mouth as she stifled a squeal.  Her thighs momentarily caught my head in a
vice like grip.  Now I've heard a lot of descriptions but it was the
texture more than the taste I remember.  A slick coating akin to some kind
of glycerin gathered on my tongue.  Maybe there was a slight salty taste,
but I don't remember some forty years later.  She whispered, "no, please,"
and grasped the sides of my head with her hands and pulled me up over her.
She opened her legs further and the helmet of my cock nudged into the
opening revealed by her labia.  She was shaking in earnest now, but she
smiled and lifted her head to kiss me.  I added pressure.

   She gasped as the head started to wedge into her opening and her eyes
widened, the resistance was amazing considering how slick everything was. I
relented slightly and pushed again and the head slipped in, a ring of
vaginal muscle folding back behind the crown.  She was breathing in deep,
rapid fire gasps as I pressed harder still.  I could feel every ridge as I
progressed another little and she bit her lip with a small squeal.  She
breathed deep and then there was a hushed but rapid fire, "ow, ow, ow, ow,"
then a hissing inhalation.  I released the pressure and she took a couple
of deep breaths.  "I'm sorry," I whispered.  She set her eyes on mine and
grabbed my butt with both hands ad pulled me into her again.  I pressed the
advance until I felt like I was really pulling her open.  She leaned up,
locked lips with me and pulled hard, I felt a pop and sank into her.  She
all but screamed into my mouth.  I was resting at the bottom of her vagina
with another bit left outside.  I looked at her face, her eyes were leaking
tears and she was breathing in slow, deep and tremulous breaths.  I
remained still as she studied my face.  It was all I could do to not drive
into her as was my inexperienced teenage way.  She smiled a small smile and
started to flex her hips, ever so slightly.  Her vaginal muscles squeezed
and released, rippling up and down my shaft.  The tightness was almost
painful.  I was propped up on my elbows so I could watch her face.  Her
eyes were loosely closed and her luscious lips parted slightly.  I drew out
in a long stroke, pulling at the slick insides of her vagina.  She
whimpered and arched her back as I pulled back, her head pushed back in the
pillow and her neck veins distended.  Her expression changed to a grimace.
I was mostly out as a I pressed back in and pressed hard against the bottom
of her vagina.  She let out with a guttural sound, like a groan as the air
seemed to be forced from her.

   I'd like to say how my sexual prowess gave me staying power.  How I wore
her out through a tortuously long intercourse.  But I boiled up in a hurry.
I actually lunged one last time, pressing all the way in and displacing
what must be her cervix.  Every muscle in my body seized as I erupted deep
in to her.  A lot of stories have ridiculous claims about the amounts of
semen that the protagonist ejaculates while others I guess stopped to take
scientific measurements of how much fluid they released.  I had little to
compare my volume to, but it was a lot.  She gasped as I shot into her, "it
burns," she complained.  I held tight while my penis lurched into her with
each ejaculation.  Honestly, this orgasm beat anything I had ever
experienced and I collapsed over her, crushing her tits and showering her
wet face with kisses.  She whispered in my ear, "I don't know why it hurt
so much." I was still thinking she had a number of lovers to compare me to.
I never went completely soft but it did soften a bit.  I withdrew in a long
and arduous stroke before the cool air hit my glistening rod.  I rolled to
my back with my left arm sliding under her neck.  "I'm sorry." I had hurt
her, I must have done it wrong.  I looked at her face for an answer but she
was still looking at the ceiling, crying silently.  Damn it, I wanted to be
good for her.

   Her creamy thighs were still splayed open and I could just make out the
creamy leakage from between her vaginal lips.  Her entire body glistened
from our combined perspiration.  I lifted onto my side, wiped her tears and
stroked her wet hair from her face.  She turned her eyes to me and through
the tears, she smiled.  She rolled into me and we held each other, kissing
lightly.  I pulled the twin sheet over us and we slept.

   The sun pierced through the blinds and woke me about 7 o'clock.  I was
on my back and i could feel the naked and soft flesh pressed into my side
with one full thigh draped over my leg.  She was sound asleep.  I gently
moved so I could look at her in the light of morning, she was so beautiful
and glowing as the sun bounced off of her white skin.  I was grateful to
realize this angelic being was as pretty as I thought she was last night; I
was also grateful that I wasn't hung over.  I raised the sheet and ducked
under it, the smell of dried sex hitting my nostrils.  I admired her
breasts undulating with her measured breathing, the sloping curves moving
to a smooth white stomach.  My eyes drifted down to those luscious thighs
and then I saw it.  The streaks of dried cum left on her body with our post
coital cuddling were tinged with streaks of pink.  I looked at my own
member, crusty with our dried combined juices.  It too was streaked,
"that's blood!" I realized I really was an idiot.  "Oh no, I really hurt
her," I thought.

   My mouth tasted like a cat had died in it during the night.  I figured
on slipping out of bed and at least brushing my teeth before waking her. 
Then there was a sharp knock at my bedroom door and my dad's voice sharply
calling my name.  She started awake and I clamped my hand over her mouth
and signaled for silence.  She nodded and pulled the sheet up around her
neck.  "What in the world?  He never wakes me up when he's leaving for
work." I pulled on my gym shorts and cracked the door open, "yeah dad?" I
said as unknowingly as I could.  "You brought a girl home?" "Yessir," I
admitted.  He was mad but not furious.  "You should've asked before you
brought a stranger into my house!  I want her gone when I get home."
"Yessir," I nodded and he turned on his heels and headed out through the
back sliding door.  I sighed a little sigh of relief and in self directed
sarcasm thought, "great, only twelve hours before she has to be gone." As I
was closing the door I saw the problem, in my drunken idea of humor I had
posted a note on the door, "Do Not Disturb!  Entertaining." Sheesh, what an
idiot.

   I turned back toward her and she was sitting up on the bed with the
sheet gathered over her breasts and folded into her lap.  Those beautiful
curvy legs folded under her.  I shrugged and she beamed.  "I need to brush
my teeth," I said.  "Do you have a brush I can use?" I knew my dad
entertained ladies from time to time and he kept cheap toothbrushes for
their use.  I went across the house to get one, he was already mad I was
thinking, "what's another toothbrush?" We went to my bathroom and we shared
the vanity brushing our teeth and rinsing our mouths out.  I was in my gym
shorts and she was still naked with those magnificent breasts swaying as
she moved.  It wasn't long before the top third or so of my dick had
extended past the hem of my shorts.  She hugged me, opened her mouth and we
kissed deeply I squeezing her tight her soft tits flattening and her
nipples like little marbles pressing into me.  She broke our kiss, slid her
hands down my front and gently ran her hand over the head of my dick. 
"Unh," I let out as the erotic electricity coursed through me.  "Will you
take a shower with me?" those oversized eyes looking up into my face.  I
laughed at the ridiculous question.

   I started the shower and as steam bellowed into the bath room we climbed
in together.  There are few things as beautiful as a woman wet with water
cascading over her curves.  I spun her around and pressed into her bottom
with my hardness and started a deep massaging washing of her neck, hair and
breasts.  She laid her head back on my shoulder reaching behind her and
pulling my hips against her.  She cooed as I worked the soap into her
shoulders and breasts.  I spun her to face me and backed her under the
shower head, kissing that full, pouting mouth.  The water cleansed us both
of the dried remnants of our...our lovemaking.  I worked her front with a
wash cloth causing her to gasp and whimper as the coarse cloth rubbed
across her nipples.  They were still sensitive and darkened from last
night's assault.  I worked my hand down her front and started what I
thought was a gentle cleansing of her sex.  She inhaled sharply and grabbed
my wrist.  "I'm sorry, I hurt you didn't I?" She looked down and shook her
head.  Finally she looked back up at me and kissed me lovingly and deeply.
I dropped the cloth and finished cleaning her with the soap and my bare
hand.  She pressed into my hand slightly, occasionally breathing in sharply
as I first worked the outside and then the inner folds of her vagina.  She
leaned in and kissed on my hairy chest, suckling on a nipple.  Wow, What a
charge!  She looked up and kissed me again and said hoarsely, "please suck
on my neck." I half laughed and said, "what, do you WANT a hickey?" She
nodded and lulled her head back, exposing that pale swan like neck to my
gaze.  I obliged and went to work on her nipples with my fingers and
eventually moving to her sex.  I tasted blood and released her neck with a
pop and she was whimpering as I worked my hand over what I knew now, was
her clit.  She puffed out, "you're so wonderful, so gentle!  Thank you." I
stopped my ministrations and protested, "I wanted to be good, but I hurt
you." She hugged her wet body into mine, her cheek against my chest.  "I
just didn't think it would hurt that much," she whispered, "it's not you."
I mulled her words over for a moment than my dim witlessness gave way to
revelation.  I looked at her with what had to be the stupidest expression,
holding her at arm's length.  She tilted her head and flashed me a meek
little smile.

   I shut down the shower and stepped out, my hard on swaying in front of
me.  I stood in front of the sink and she hugged me from behind pressing
her breasts into my back and laying her cheek on my shoulder as I shaved. I
rinsed off and turned and hugged her again, grinding on her a little,
filling my hands with a magnificent ass and my mouth with her tongue.  I
broke our kiss and said, "I'm making breakfast." We stopped at the room and
pulled my gym shorts back on.  She was sitting demurely on the bed, not
making a move to get dressed.  I handed her my field jacket and she put it
on.  It hung loosely on her and reached to about mid thigh.  She pushed the
sleeves up and pulled her drying hair out letting it fall about her
shoulders.  Folks, there is few sights as beautiful as a voluptuous woman
dressed only in an army field jacket.

   We sat at the kitchen table, drank a little coffee and ate some
scrambled eggs.  We talked about her wanting to start college in the spring
semester, I talked about my pending trip to jump school.  She was speaking
very affectionately but the "L" word never came up.  I admired her beauty,
the flash of white cleavage in an olive drab cover.  We sat next to each
other and she set her hand on my leg and nudged my balls.  I had been in a
constant state of arousal except for maybe when my dad hollered at me.  I
stroked her cheek and long shiny locks.  I started to kiss her lightly and
soon our hands were roaming up and down our backs.  I slipped a hand into
the top of my field jacket and lightly worked her nipples and massaged her
breasts.  Her eyes fluttered and her mouth opened slightly as she sighed. I
stood and offered my hand.

   We returned to the bedroom, I opening the jacket as I laid her back
across the bed.  She looked self conscious but I went back to work on her
breasts and worked my hand down and slipped into her crack.  She was
already wet and as I started to stimulate her she gasped and started
gyrating.  As she became inflamed she hissed, "stop.  stop!  I'm too
sensitive." I stood next to the bed looking down on her figuring we were
done.  I smiled warmly and she said, "Don't get up.  I want you." "I hurt
you last night..." And she cut me off.  "Please, I want you again." I
rubbed her legs to the inside of her thighs and pulled her legs apart and
she willingly let me.  I stepped up to the edge of the bed, "my God your
beautiful," and I laid on top of her, sinking to the hilt as I did.  She
arched her neck, clamped her eyes shut and squealed through a clenched
mouth.  I held still reveling in the incredible tightness and the rippling
waves in her vagina.  I was not as cautious this time but I steadied my
pace.  She grunted as I hit her cervix again and again.  As I pulled out
she whimpered and quivered.  As I pushed through the wet, warm resistance
she would stiffen and strain against the intrusion.  I pushed her thighs
further apart and sank in to where I pushed hard against her cervix and I
could feel every ripple as I stretched her open with my incessant
thrusting. Eventually she had grabbed my ass pulling me into her as I
rocked.  I could feel my balls getting wetter from her juices and I lifted
up and looked down at our union.  All it took was seeing her labia
stretching paper thin as I withdrew and rolling back in as I thrust into
her one time.  I shoved as deep as I could and held tight against her
cervix and erupted, throbbing and dumping another load into her.  I
shuddered as I came down and pulled out with some effort and laid next to
her.  "I'm sorry, I wanted to make you feel good...I just couldn't last."
She laughed a little and rolled on her side facing me.  I don't know if
what she said next was the truth or for my benefit, but it soothed my
anxiety.  "You made me feel so good last night, I have never had an orgasm
like that.  I don't know if I could take it again.  I just want you in me."

   We cuddled and stroked each other in a languid, easy pace.  I would
periodically suckle a nipple causing her to jerk her body and gasp her
protest.  I would periodically dip into her vagina with a finger causing
her to coo.  The mixture of her juice and my cum still had a pink tinge.  I
worked her clit gently while she rocked her hips and shuddered quietly.  I
looked down at her sex and the whole area was red and swollen.  I kissed
her there eliciting a small twitch in her hips and then moved back up to
look into her face.  I felt incredibly turned on but also very protective.
I wedged the head of my dick against those tender, swollen lips and watched
her face for a sign.  She reached down with her hands on my butt and gave a
little pull toward her.  The resistance was incredible and she locked all
of her muscles, pushing back at my hardness.  I pushed in a bit and that
first ring of muscle snapped tight behind the crown.  I continued to force
my way in feeling every ridge and bump as they deformed the head and shaft
of my cock until I was again against her cervix.  She was obviously in pain
but there was a look of lust fighting for supremacy on that beautiful and
tired face.  She leaned up and locked lips with me and said, "it's okay, do
it." I pulled back to the sound of little gasps and cries and thrust back
into her, crashing against her cervix while she grunted.  Her full pale
breasts had waves of inertia roll through them every time I crashed into
her.  I was actually lasting a while now as I became aware I had become
tender working against the impossible tightness.  She was working her hips,
rolling against my thrusts and my sweat dripped from my forehead to her
dancing breasts.  She started to whimper plaintively and her eyes were
screwed shut.  Tears started to leak out of her eyes and she pulled hard on
my ass.  I knew I was hurting her again but I couldn't stop.  She managed
to spit out, "ow, ow...please." I jammed up tight into her and stopped
driving.  I just flexed into her in little deep jabs until I felt my dick
swell against her tightness.  "Uuuhng," I groaned as I emptied into her
again.  She became still as I lay on top of her, quiet whimpers still
emanating from her.  She slowly started to kiss me and rub her hands up and
down my back.  I slowly withdrew my raw and softening penis from her and a
flow of pink tinged cum flowed after it.

   The afternoon was waxing and it was time to take her home.  We dressed,
hugged and kissed some more before I loaded her up and drove her home.  I
walked her to the door and she mumbled something about how mad her parents
were going to be.  She smiled sweetly and hugged me tightly.  I gave her my
APO mailing address and she went inside.  Back in AIT I got a letter from
her telling me how special her first time had been thanks to my caring
ways. She talked about how her friends had gotten all excited when she
showed them the hickey, evidence that she had finally "done it", She talked
about getting ready for school.  I wrote back telling her how special she
had been, that I was getting ready for jump school and that I wished she'd
be my steady girlfriend.  I never heard back and eventually lost track of
her address.  I actually think it was only after I met my wife that I
finally quit missing her on some level.