One Fresh Spring Morning
First Time
Sex Stories #1: One Fresh Spring Morning
By Missy Younglove
Author's Note: This work is based on a true experience that was related
to me via email.
I first made love early on a fresh spring morning back in 1994. I was
11 years old and he was 12.
We were kind of a Mutt and Jeff pair. He was small, skinny and blond
while I was tall, stocky, and dark. Even though he was a year older
than me, he'd barely started puberty while I already had breasts the
size of oranges and a fairly mature (and horny) vagina. I was already a
good six inches taller than he was.
We were both pretty average-looking kids. Better-looking boys had shown
an interest in me because my body was more mature than a lot of girls
my age, but I liked Jason because he was funny and made me laugh a lot.
We'd known each other for about a year and had just decided to go
steady and prove our love by fucking.
We had fooled around a little bit, mostly in the weeks leading up to
that. It started out as innocent stuff that gradually became less
innocent. We usually played little games of keep-away while sitting on
a bench or a couch. We'd take turns pretending to grab for an object
while "accidentally" grabbing whatever we wanted on the other person's
body. At first, we'd touch each other very tentatively, but that turned
into full-out petting over the course of a few weeks when we could find
enough privacy for it.
Eventually, we stopped all pretense of game-playing. We just found a
private spot and kissed and petted like the lust-crazed kids we were.
Fearing discovery, we'd always stayed fully clothed while slipping our
hands underneath each other's clothing. He'd caress my breasts and
dripping pussy while I mainly played with his hard little cock inside
his loose boxers.
It didn't take me long to discover that our sessions would be over as
soon as I felt his warm, watery fluid oozing into my fist. I learned to
handle it very carefully until I'd gotten my own thrills. I don't think
I ever really came from his awkward stroking, but I did get some nice
little tingles and shivers out of it. Jason got his horny little nuts
off every time, though.
We both had older siblings who'd already started having sex and loved
it. We also knew of other kids in school who'd lost their virginity, so
it was pretty much a no-brainer for us at that point. We decided to go
steady on a Friday evening and to make love the following morning when
everyone else was still in bed.
I was so excited that I didn't sleep a wink that night. I was so horny
that I must have frigged myself a hundred times and had to put a towel
underneath me to soak up the juices that were steadily flowing out of
my pussy. Finally, at ten minutes before 6:00, I threw on a loose pair
of shorts and a T-shirt with nothing on underneath, quietly snuck out
of the house, and trotted eagerly around the block to where he lived.
I saw him perched nervously on an old tricycle near the side door to
his garage and his face lit up with delight the moment he saw me. He
hair was a tousled mess and he had circles under his eyes from his own
sleepless night, but he couldn't have looked any better to me. I'm sure
I was in a similar state, but he didn't seem to care one bit. We
quietly went into the garage and he led me to a little fort he'd made
amidst several stacks of boxes. The floor was padded with old moving
blankets, but he'd thrown a clean beach towel over them. His pants were
already tented out with his little boner.
I pulled him close and we kissed deeply. His hard-on went straight
between my legs and rubbed against my crotch. We kissed and thrust
against each other until our overheated young bodies needed too much
air and we had to pull apart, gasping. I reached up and pulled my shirt
off in one smooth motion. Tossing it aside, I stood there looking hotly
at him. He was stunned, staring wide-eyed at my jiggling boobies for
the very first time.
It made me feel good to be admired in such a way, but I didn't have the
patience to let him stare very long. I grabbed his shirt and started to
lift it off. He finally got the message and helped. Soon, I was staring
at his bony, undeveloped chest and tiny nipples. I looked pointedly
down at his tented pants until a blush spread from his face to his
chest. He didn't hesitate long, though, and soon I was staring at the
object I'd been wanting to see for so long.
It was circumcised and about three inches long, with a gentle upward
curve. It was also hard, throbbing, and pointed almost straight up at
my wondering eyes. The stalk was very pale, but the plump,
mushroom-shaped head was a purplish pink. There was a tiny slit at the
end that had pouted open to emit a tiny bead of clear fluid. His balls
were pulled into a tight round sack that was a deep pink near the top,
fading to pale white underneath. I could see the little ovals inside,
kind of pulled forward and up rather than sitting at the bottom. They
looked to be just a little larger than almonds. I watched the stalk bob
in the air for several beats of his heart while my mouth watered and my
pussy dripped at the sight of his perfect little organ.
Finally, I pulled my own shorts down to reveal my full, dark bush. My
inner thighs were smeared with my juices, but my embarrassment was
eased by his delighted gasp of appreciation.
My knees had grown weak, so I sat down on the towel with one knee in
the air and patted the spot next to me. He sank down and I directed him
to lie on his back in front of me so that I could look down on his
beautiful little boyhood. The clear little droplet had moved to his
hairless abdomen when his prick bounced against it, leaving just a
slimy film at the tip which had become more red in color. Looking
closely, I could just barely see the tiny blond fuzz that had sprouted
on his pubic mound just above his balls. I could also see three blond
strands growing from the bottom of his scrotum.
I took him in my fist and began to pump him gently, wanting to finally
see what it looked like when he got off rather than just feel it on my
hand. I wasn't aware at the time that boys' orgasms were any different
from girls'. I knew that I could have several in a row, so why couldn't
he?
My concentration was momentarily broken when I felt his cool fingers
gently probing my vagina. I scooted my bottom a little bit to give him
a better view of the aroused pinkness inside and heard him sigh
appreciatively. I rubbed his bony chest with my free hand while I let
my gaze wander between his crotch and his face. He was being gentle
with my pussy and his fingers felt nice rubbing along the meaty ridge
that housed my swollen clitoris. I knew that my vagina was drooling
uncontrollably into his hand but he didn't seem to mind at all.
After about 20 or 30 seconds, his body started to jerk with the
familiar agitation that signaled his approaching orgasm. I noted with
interest that his ball sack was no longer round. It had flattened like
a pancake near the base of his cock with his little balls nestling
tightly against his stalk. When I looked back at his face, it had grown
red and his eyes were wide and watery. He started to sit up and pull me
down onto the blankets, obviously wanting to mount me right then and
there, but I wanted to watch him come so I resisted. He finally laid
back down with a look of disappointment as I continued to gently pump
him.
I groaned and squirmed as I finally felt one of his fingers enter my
love tunnel. I usually resisted his poking me there, but not this time.
I clamped down tightly on his probing digit and enjoyed the feel of
something hard inside my dripping channel. That seemed to set something
off in him because his hips began to jerk upward in chaotic little
thrusts and he started to whimper like an excited puppy.
Then I felt his free hand cover my fist and hold it tightly. His penis
swelled, then began to throb strongly. Little droplets began to fly out
of the slit in his cock and sprinkle his tummy faster than my eyes
could see in the gloom of the garage. There must have been about 20
clear little puddles by the time his hand began to guide mine in a slow
milking motion and I felt the familiar warm wetness of his oozing
juices start to smear my palm. I was fascinated by the entire process
and felt an urge to lick it all up but was afraid that it would taste
like pee.
After that, he pulled his fingers away from my pussy and just sort of
laid there with his eyes closed and a satisfied look on his face as his
dick went soft and limp in my hand. When it finally became a slimy
little noodle, I let go of it and dried my hand on the towel next to
me. He may have been satisfied, but watching him get off had made me
hornier than ever!
I moved my bottom down next to his, then leaned over him until my
breasts were crushing my swollen nipples against his warm, skinny
chest. More juices filled my pussy as sparks of pleasure shot down to
it from my breasts. I pressed my lips to his and began to kiss him
passionately. He didn't respond at first, but I was insistent. Finally,
he let my tongue into his mouth and we began to French. That really
seemed to perk him up and he began to fondle the sides of my breasts. I
raised myself up onto my knees to give him better access, and he took a
breast into each of his soft little hands and began to knead them
thoroughly, pinching my nips delightfully between his thumb and
forefingers.
I pulled my mouth away from his to gasp for air and looked down to see
three inches of hard, throbbing boy meat pointing straight at me. I
raised my eyes back to his and learned what pure, burning desire looked
like. He must have seen the same thing in mine, because he rose up and
pressed me back onto the towel. This time, I laid back willingly and
even felt my knees rise and fall apart as my body instinctively
prepared itself to receive him. The air felt cool and comforting
against the swollen, overheated tissues of my vagina.
His excited little prick bounced and swayed as he moved between my
upthrust knees. I watched as he sat back on his heels for a moment to
gaze at the swollen, dripping vagina that was about to take his
virginity. Meanwhile, I gazed hungrily at the proud young cock and
tight little ball sack that were moments away from putting an end to my
own life as a virgin.
Our eyes met once again, then he placed a hand flat on the towel
beneath each of my armpits and stretched his lean body over mine with
his arms outstretched so that we could both watch his penis home in on
my waiting bulls-eye. Then I felt its burning touch as he brought it in
contact with my clitoris. I gasped as my hips jerked upward to crush
the throbbing erection against my wet pussy. He pressed back and we
ground our inflamed crotches together, moaning and grunting with the
new and wonderful sensations that were overloading our young brains. It
only took a few moments for the head of his penis to find my gaping
entrance and work its way inside. I clamped my cunt muscles down on it
to trap it there, but he had no intention of pulling it out again. He
thrust it home firmly and I felt a brief sting as he broke through my
maidenhead and slid deeply into me with a loud, wet smacking noise. His
arms gave out and he fell flat on top of me, driving me down into the
mats and pressing himself even more deeply inside of me.
Neither of us moved for what seemed like a long time, but was probably
just a minute. I reveled in the feeling of having a hard cock in me for
the first time. Even though I was very wet, I could clearly feel its
slender, curving form and the swollen tip at the end. I began to
experimentally flex my cunt muscles around his cock and was delighted
when he started to moan with pleasure. He was the perfect size for me,
making me feel satisfyingly full but not painfully so. He had dropped
his full weight onto me, but I felt no discomfort at all. I rubbed my
hands down his smooth back and hairless buttocks, feeling very secure
and content beneath him. The only awkward part was that his unkempt
hair was right at the level of my mouth.
It began with a gentle screwing motion of his hips that sent sparks of
pleasure from my clitty through the rest of my body. His bald pubic
area rubbed warmly against my slimy clit ridge, sending me into girl
heaven. His chin had been pressing into the top of one of my breasts,
so he pulled himself up to hook it over my shoulder. Doing so caused
his prick to angle downward so that the top ridge of his prick scraped
warmly against my swollen and exposed clitty. That sent me into girl
seventh heaven.
He then began to nail me with gentle vertical thrusts that quickly had
me breathing hard and approaching my first penis-induced orgasm. My
clitty felt like it was about to burst into flames and my nipples
became hard little peas beneath his warm chest. I tried to hold back
but it hit me like a sledge hammer. It was all I could do not to wake
his whole family as my mouth opened in a silent scream and my pussy
began to spasm wildly, chewing hard on his invading boy meat. He froze
at the bottom of a thrust, apparently puzzled by the sudden tenseness
in my body and the wild spasms he was feeling inside of me.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Hold still," I managed to gasp through a
mouthful of his hair. He heard and remained still while I blissfully
came all over his hard little prick. The intense feelings had started
in my overstimulated clitoris, then flared both outward to my nipples
and inward to the depths of my vagina. It was the most powerful orgasm
of my young life, made even more wonderful by having a nice hard boy
cock to squeeze on while it happened.
"That feels good," I heard him whisper in my ear as my orgasm finally
began to wane.
After a minute, I gave him a pat on his soft, boyish bottom and said
"OK, go". He did so, with abandon. Getting milked by my spasming cunt
must have gotten him pretty worked up, because there was no gentleness
now. He began to fuck me with with boyish enthusiasm. Loud smacking and
slurping noises began to echo in the garage as he slid his penis in and
out of me at warp speed. It only took half a minute of that for me to
have another orgasm. This one was just as intense but it hit me with no
warning whatsoever. One moment, I was laying there enjoying the feel of
his boy cock slamming into me, the next, I was bucking underneath him
like a mad woman. I tried desperately to grab his butt and grind him
down into me as I came all over him again, but he was too far gone in
his own pleasure to even notice. My pussy just had to grasp at whatever
it could each time it spasmed. His balls and my bottom were by then
completely gooey from my thick orgasmic juices, making the noises of
our fucking even louder.
Jason's breathing was harsh and hot against my neck as my bottom
finally sank back down to the towel. His slender hips were going a mile
a minute, driving his young meat in and out of me as hard and fast as
he could go. I knew he was close to getting his little nuts off and was
curious to see what it would feel like when it happened inside of me.
It only took a few more frantic thrusts to find out.
He began to come in the middle of one of those rabbit thrusts. I heard
him make a tiny "Nngh" sound in my ear, then his penis swelled as he
was in the process of driving it home. It stayed thick as he made a
couple more rapid thrusts. Then he began fucking me much more slowly
and chaotically as his hips shook and spasmed. That lasted for about
six or seven thrusts, then his body went limp as he pressed his prick
as far into me as he could and held it there tightly. It swelled and
strained in there for what seemed like a really long time, but was
probably just 15 or 20 seconds. I did my best to try and feel his
juices squirting into me, but I was already so unbelievably wet that I
probably would have had a hard time feeling a grown-up cock shooting
off in there.
I caressed him while he laid relaxed and satisfied on top of me. His
limp little noodle finally fell out of me about a minute later. I
quickly wiped my cunt with the towel, then tenderly and carefully wiped
my thick, white juices off his loose little nut sack and limp red
penis. It was hard to believe that soft little thing had just taken my
virginity forever.