My First Time (Seaman)(MF 1st real)

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                          My First Time
                           By "Seaman"

This, the story of my first sexual experience, is true.  
Although things didn't work out for a permanent relationship, I 
will always remember my first lover, call her "Kim," with 
fondness.  She has lots of friends, some perhaps reading this 
group, and I'd hate to embarrass her.  For this reason, her name 
has been changed and geographic details have been obscured.  The 
conversations are, of course, synthesized (I wasn't taking notes 
at the time) but are as I remember them.  I've included plenty 
of graphic detail to get you stiff or wet, but the pedophiles 
might as well go on to the next posting because *this* story is 
about losing my virginity at age 30.

I don't know why, exactly, I waited so long.  My family wasn't 
religious and I didn't grow up thinking sex was shameful nor was 
I saving myself for after I was married.  I *was* shy; in high 
school I went on a few dates but never did more than a little 
kissing.  I've wondered since then whether the girls were 
relieved or disappointed.  Even a stint in the Navy left me a 
virgin.  I had no interest in going to a prostitute for my first 
time yet, being shy, I took a long time to get to know anyone, 
much less women.  The changes in duty stations happened too soon 
to develop any kind of a relationship.  Instead, I cultivated 
the fine art of masturbation.  Finally I got out and went to 
work for a large technical firm where I met Kim.

We worked in different departments that were quite a ways from 
each other.  I'd been in the habit of taking lunch with several 
others from my department and for reasons I don't remember, she 
attached herself to the group.

Kim stood five foot one and weighed (I found out later) about 
105 pounds -- not what you could call svelte but she looked fine 
to me.  Her hair was brunette, straight, and fairly long, about 
to the bottom of her shoulder blades.  She wore it simply, 
parting it in the middle and tucking it behind her ears.  Her 
eyes were hazel in a square face and her skin was very fair and 
fresh.  She was still being asked her I.D. in bars at 28 and 
wore no makeup except for two quick stripes of eyeliner she'd 
put on before a date (she dubbed the fifteen second ceremony her 
"instant beauty").  She had a nice figure, 36B (again, I found 
this out later) and a round rump, displayed most effectively the 
days she wore pants to work.  She was a year younger than I and 
her whole attitude was perky without being annoying.  She was a 
delight to talk to and the whole group enjoyed her company.

I found her warm, friendly personality easy to like and my usual 
shyness didn't kick in.  After a only month or so of lunches, I 
asked if she'd like a date.  She said no, she was involved with 
someone.  I was disappointed, but it didn't sound like it was a 
permanent arrangement.  In the next six months or so, I asked a 
couple of more times, trying to strike a balance between letting 
her know I was still interested and being a pest.  Finally, in 
September, she said yes; I was delighted.

I belonged to a film club that showed old movies in a 40s-
vintage theater.  "Pat and Mike," one of the Tracy-Hepburn 
couplings, was playing along with another Spencer Tracy movie 
too obscure to remember now.  We went to a Chinese restaurant in 
the neighborhood and then to the double feature.  Kim was a 
little shy during the date, considering we had known each other 
across the lunch table for six months.  I put it down to first-
date jitters (I had them too), but I found out, months later, 
that she'd chosen a pair of panties a little too old and split 
the crotch getting into the car.  Though she knew it was 
completely undetectable and had pantyhose on in any event, she 
still felt more vulnerable than she liked.

The date passed enjoyably if quietly.  Kim lived in one of those 
mongo apartment complexes where the cars park on the perimeter 
and the buildings are scattered on acres of land with greenspace 
in between.  I walked her back to where she lived with her 
roommate, held her hand a moment at her door as we said the 
obligatory "had a good time" phrases, and watched her go inside.  
She told me later that she had commented on my lack of 
forwardness to her roommate who asked, "What is he, gay?" (No, 
just shy).

We started going to that film club about once a week and also to 
other movies or museums, or exchanged dinners at our places (her 
roomie moved out at some time during this period).  These dates 
were still quite chaste; I still considered Kim "just" a good 
friend at the time, as she did me.  Though we had long 
conversations and a little wine (neither she nor I were much for 
drinking) nothing physical was happening beyond an occasional 
touch on the shoulder or the like.

Then, in February, she'd come to my place Sunday evening for 
dinner.  On Saturday and earlier that day, she'd been helping 
some friends of hers move and she complained she was feeling 
stiff.  After we ate, I offered to work on her shoulders and 
back.  She thought that was a great idea so I got a comforter 
out and laid it on the floor.  Kim laid face down on it and 
after kicking off my shoes, I knelt by her head to knead her 
scapulae and run my thumbs both sides of her spine to her waist 
through her knit sweater.  She was not wearing a bra and I 
marveled at the uninterrupted sweep of her back under my hands.  
Then, to work on the top of her shoulders, I shifted to straddle 
her waist.  I was keenly aware of her warmth between my thighs 
and the softness of her rump under mine.  This was the most 
intimate I had ever touched any woman and I loved the intimacy 
and trust she showed.  (I later took lessons in massage and 
eventually became certified as a practitioner, but that's 
another story.)  I had to stop at one point to surreptitiously 
arrange my trapped cock as it lengthened a bit.

After about twenty minutes I'd done what I could and flopped 
down on the comforter next to Kim.  She turned over and we 
talked about nothing in particular for about a half hour, 
looking at the ceiling.  Then, suddenly on impulse, I raised 
onto one elbow and looked her in the eyes.

"Would you like for me to kiss you?" I asked nervously.

"Yes," she replied quietly.  "I would."

I leaned over her and kissed her lightly on the lips.  We broke 
a moment later and she smiled.

"Nice," I commented and stroked her hair.  She smiled again and, 
taking that as an invitation, I kissed her again, deeper this 
time with a little tongue play.

That was the end of the conversation for a while.  We kissed 
intermittently for about half an hour as we lay on the floor.  
Still shy about touching her too intimately, I caressed only her 
face and neck; she returned the favor a little more boldly down 
my chest.  Gradually I wound up mostly on top of her and we 
clasped each other.  She was aroused enough that her nipples 
showed under the sweater and I thrilled to feel her breasts move 
against me when we hugged but I was still too shy even to try 
cupping them through the sweater yet. 

*I* was also aroused, completely erect now, but if she could 
feel it between us, she didn't say or do anything.  Neither of 
us was ready for any more yet and gradually our passions tapered 
off to a dull heat.  After a final embrace and kiss in the 
doorway, Kim left to go back to her own place.

As soon as the door closed behind her I opened my trousers, 
freed my stiff cock from my underwear, and peeled them both down 
to step out of them.  I laid face up on the comforter and began 
to masturbate.  I thought of Kim kneeling next to me and 
imagined it was her hand on my penis as I methodically removed 
her clothing.  Already halfway to orgasm from my encounter, I 
didn't get far in my fantasy.  After stroking only a minute or 
two, about the time I was peeling down her panties in my mind, I 
climaxed.  So anxious had I been, I hadn’t fetched a tissue and 
as a massive measure of semen landed on my hand and shirt, her 
face and imagined body were what fired my erotic imagination.

We continued to see each other once or twice a week but with a 
lot more intimacy than before.  At the film club, I'd put a hand 
on her flank, or hold her hand in mine and gently stroke the 
back of it and down the length of her fingers.  We were 
lingering over a kiss before parting now, and when we were at 
each other's places, the kissing sessions after dinner were 
definitely escalating into necking sessions -- open-mouthed 
kissing with a lot of tongue-play, her hand on the inside of my 
thigh and mine on hers, though not too far up if she was in a 
skirt, and caressing her breasts through her clothing ("first 
base" I suppose).  Sometime during this period, though neither 
of us mentioned it out loud, we both became aware that we would 
eventually be making love.  But not yet.  By an unspoken mutual 
agreement we were letting the desire build.

I hadn't told Kim I was a virgin.  During this period, in 
conversations, I found out that Kim had lost her virginity at 
age 19 and that I would be her sixth lover, including a 
marriage, which had failed after six months (he was an 
alcoholic).  I jokingly asked what she'd think of a guy "our 
age" who was inexperienced sexually.  "I'd think it was very 
strange," was her emphatic reply.  Ulp.  I vaguely mentioned a 
girl I'd known in junior college and "my one visit" to a bawdy 
house in the Pacific giving her the impression that I did have 
*some* experience sexually, but not much.  About six months 
later I told her the truth and she said that I'd hidden it very 
well.

"There were a few fumbles at first," she said.  "But no more 
than any new lover; nothing that made me say 'he doesn't know 
what he's doing!'"  My biggest regret of the whole relationship 
was that I'd robbed her of the thrill of knowing she was my 
first at the time we did it.  (Or is this strictly a "male 
thing?"  Comments, ladies?  Would you liked to have known?)

Then one night, when we were at Kim's place, an invisible 
barrier beyond simple necking was crossed.  She was lying on her 
couch and I was kneeling on the floor by her head kissing her 
(again) and gently toying with a boob.  Having been this far 
before, the warm resilience of her breasts, contained in a 
brassiere under a sweater or blouse, was familiar but this time 
she was wearing a blouse with the top button rather lower than 
usual and a teasing bit of the lace on her bra showed 
underneath.  For the first time, I slipped a hand inside her 
blouse above that button to hold her left cup and the flesh it 
contained.  Kim smiled, saying nothing, but her eyes were 
shining with the excitement.  I massaged her breast a few times, 
thrilled at the soft warmth, intrigued to feel her nipple 
stiffen.  Trembling by now, I withdrew, then unbuttoned her 
blouse down to where it disappeared into her skirt and spread it 
open, exposing all of her bra.  It was pink in color, taut with 
its contents, and showed the peaks of her nipples.

Emboldened, I reached out and gently tweaked the two bumps, then 
went one step further.  The bra was the front-closure type with 
a plastic catch you snap open and slide apart, one side up and 
the other down.  I did just that, peeled the cups open and out 
spilled her breasts, the first time I'd had any within reach.

They didn't spill far and her rose-pink nipples were offered in 
the center of their mounded breasts, almost a half-inch higher 
than the corrugated areolae that tended them.  Her right breast 
had a small mole, inboard just about an inch from the nipple (I 
grew to love that mole in the next few months).

I had fixated on her tits rather than her face, though, or I 
might have noticed the doubt appearing in her eyes; I should 
have asked first.  Before I could touch her soft treasures, Kim 
squirmed uncomfortably (jiggle!) and made a half-completed 
gesture to cover herself.  Still holding the bra halves, I 
looked at her face with concern.

"No?" I asked softly.

"Ummmm," she said a little plaintively and shrinking a bit, 
obviously torn between disappointing me and feeling coerced.

"Okay," I said, and closed her bra, pulling the cups back over 
her breasts and snapping the catch closed.  I probably could 
have stopped there but I resolutely buttoned her blouse back up 
before kissing her again, and caressing her through the blouse.  
Weeks later, when we were lovers, she told me that she hadn't 
been ready to "go all the way" and was afraid she'd to have to 
put up a fight.

"I wasn't ready either," I told her.  "I was disappointed not to 
touch them, and would have loved to suck them but had no 
thoughts of getting you naked.  Still, I could understand your 
reluctance; it was too much of an escalation and we might not 
have been able to stop.  Anyway, they were *your* boobs.  If you 
didn't want them played with I wasn't going to press the issue."

"That made it all right," she said.  "It surprised me and I knew 
then that I could trust you.  If you'd taken them out later I 
wouldn't have objected that time (now she tells me!) and that 
moment I knew for sure then that we were going to be lovers."  
Sometimes virtue is more than its own reward.

Events conspired, however, and that was the last time for 
several weeks that we were able to be that intimate.  Somehow we 
didn't spend any time in each other's places and Kim was too shy 
for much petting in public places.  One indicator of her growing 
trust and sense of intimacy with me was that while she would 
invariably wear a bra if we went to a restaurant or other 
lighted place, if our sole destination was the darkened theater 
club, she’d go without.  We’d sit in the back row of the theater 
and miss a lot of the movie kissing and caressing.  One glorious 
time, she guided my hand inside her blouse as we were saying  
goodbye in the car, so I took home the memory of a kiss and her 
breast filling my hand, a nipple between my fingers.  But it was 
too light in the parking space to risk exposure so I hadn't 
*seen* it again.  The desire, though, was building rapidly.  I 
felt like a teen-ager.

Then, it was my thirtieth birthday, a Friday.  Kim treated me to 
dinner at a Moroccan restaurant -- about a two-hour meal -- and 
yet another movie.  Since we'd been in a restaurant she had a 
bra on this time so I was circumspect during the dinner and 
movie.  After, though, we returned to my place "for some 
coffee."  This was the first time we'd been alone since I'd 
overstepped, then retreated, and my libido was in full swing.

I was hoping, but I didn't say anything as we entered my 
apartment.  Kim went into the bathroom as I started the coffee 
brewing.  I heard the toilet flush, the sink run, and a minute 
later she came out, with her shoes in one hand and her pantyhose 
in the other.  She'd never had a reason to remove them before; a 
thrill went through me.

"Does this mean you want to?" I asked, the first time either of 
us actually spoke aloud, however obliquely, what we both knew 
was going to happen.

"Uh huh," she answered shyly as she stashed the hose in her 
purse then came over and hugged me.  "Happy birthday," she said 
before kissing me.  I held her tight and we stood several 
seconds, rocking a bit.

I was still acquiring furniture after my stint in the Navy and 
didn't have much yet.  There was a mattress, sheets, and 
blankets in the bedroom but absolutely no lights -- it was pitch 
dark in there.  After explaining this problem to Kim, I said, "I 
want to see you; can we make love here in the living room?"

"Anywhere's fine," she said.

I didn't have a couch, either.  There were a couple of beanbag 
chairs in which we had cuddled several times when we'd been 
talking, but they were a bit restrictive for what we had in mind 
tonight, so I got the comforter out again and spread it on the 
floor.  I took off my shoes and socks and pulled the belt from 
my trousers before we laid down on the comforter to begin 
necking quite a bit more hungrily than ever before.  In just a 
few minutes I was caressing her breasts inside her blouse and 
*very* shortly after that I was opening it.  This time I pulled 
the tails out of the denim skirt she was wearing and removed it 
completely.

The bra she was wearing this time was another snap-front, black 
this time, and what wasn't lace was a bit transparent.  Her 
desire to make love obviously was no spur of the moment impulse.  
I admired the dimly seen circles of her areolae while I knelt 
over her and she reached up to unbutton my shirt and remove it.  
I laid next to her, slipped a strap off her shoulder, and kissed 
where it had been a moment ago.  Then we kissed open-mouthed. As 
our tongues played, Kim caressed my chest and downward while I 
cupped her left breast, delving under the slackened cup to find 
the stiff nipple.  When the kiss finally broke I sat up and 
wasted only a moment slipping the other strap off her shoulder 
and snapping the catch to free her breasts.  I held the bra open 
while she shrugged her arms out of the straps, then I dropped it 
to take a boob in each hand and gently cup them.

Before I could get far in my erotic massage, Kim pulled me down 
and kissed me deeply, offering her tongue again.  I sucked it in 
and offered mine in exchange.  I could feel her twin treasures 
move against my chest as we shifted in our embrace.  Then I 
worked my way down her front, kissing her chin, throat, and on 
down to between her breasts.  I moved to the right, kissing that 
mole and onto the mound of her tit.  There I teased the tip, 
licking the firm, fleshy bullet a few times before drawing it in 
as if to nurse.  She began to sigh as I drew her nipple in 
deeply and massaged it between my tongue and the roof of my 
mouth.  Meanwhile I played with her left breast with my right 
hand, clasping the warm, soft flesh and gently tugging the 
nipple.  Then I switched breasts while I caressed her knee and 
north a few inches.

When my mouth got tired, I released her nipple, kissed her, then 
laid on my back next to her.  Kim raised onto one elbow and 
caressed my chest some more (she told me later that she'd 
detected my chest hair through my shirt during our necking 
sessions and couldn't wait to play with it).  Then she moved 
down my belly for a moment before opening my trousers and 
playing her fingers over the white jockey shorts I was wearing 
(virgin's underwear -- I soon bought sexier) sliding down 
alongside my penis to cup my balls a moment through the cotton 
while we kissed.  A small part of me was beginning to worry 
because I wasn't erect yet.

Then, breasts swaying, she knelt over me and pulled my trousers 
off to toss them in the corner before lying next to me on her 
side, head to foot.  Her hands up slipped up the inside of my 
thighs to caress the bulge in my briefs.  I rolled to my side 
and returned the favor, sliding my right hand under her skirt, 
teasing the inside of her thighs as I headed north.  When I 
reached her crotch, Kim lifted her upper leg a bit and I slid my 
fingertips along the edge of her panties, still hidden under her 
skirt.  I slid two fingers up and down the warm flesh a couple 
of times before palming her love mound.  She sighed once more 
and caressed my cock through my briefs.

After a minute of this, I withdrew my hand and sat up to work on 
getting her denim skirt off.  The two buttons on the waistband 
were a bit of a struggle before they yielded.  Then it was the 
work of a moment to unzip the side and pull her skirt off.  I 
braced the backs of her knees with my arm and she heaved her 
bottom up a bit to help, then there she was in just her panties, 
such as they were, another clue that this evening had been 
planned before she left.

They were a light blue and opaque, but very brief.  Cut low on 
the hips with scarcely more than strings of elastic on her hips, 
a small delta of a g-string over her mons was all that she had 
in front.  Deep between her legs it was scarcely a half-inch 
wide over her pussy and a teasing bit of her pubes had escaped 
on either side.  I moved between her legs, spread them wide and 
more hair escaped entirely, leaving just the innermost part of 
her sex hidden.  I traced one slow finger down her center from 
the top edge of her panties to that thin strip of nylon between 
me and her vulva.  Finally I was able to tear my eyes away from 
Kim's loins to her face where she was smiling broader than ever.  
It was time to ask the question.

"Are you protected?  I have some condoms in the bathroom."  This 
was a bit unusual in those pre-AIDS days but, like I said, it 
had been some weeks where we both knew we were going to "do it" 
and I'd done some shopping.

"Uh, huh," Kim replied.  "An IUD; I'd prefer you bare."

I laid next to her, pulled her close, and we spent a few minutes 
embracing and kissing.  She threw one leg over mine and I passed 
my upper hand down her back and onto her ass.  Between the cut 
of her panties and the rolling around we'd already done, a good 
bit of her nether cleavage was already exposed.  I slid one hand 
under the waistband to stroke and gently squeeze one soft, cool 
cheek a few times, then I pushed her back to roll on top of her.  
She spread her legs and cocked her pelvis to meet me as I put 
some weight on her.  We embraced, then began humping in our 
underwear.  We kissed and gasped as my cotton and her nylon 
ground together and she caressed my calves with her heels.  I 
clasped her and could feel the stiff points of her breasts on my 
chest but the little alarm in me was louder now: I *still* 
wasn't erect.  I told myself not to worry.  The unobstructed 
sight of her pussy would get things started.

Gasping, I rolled off her onto my left side and Kim rolled to 
her right.  We spent a moment caressing each other's faces and 
hair.  "I love you, Kim," I said and slid a hand into her 
panties.  It passed over the thicket of her pubes and down until 
my fingers were between her thighs, then I curled them slightly 
to sink my middle finger into the wet slit of her pussy.

"I love you too," she said and slid *her* hand into my briefs to 
grasp the head of my penis (I'm circumcised).  She didn't say 
anything about its lack of firmness.

We spent only a minute like this.  Her panties were tight so 
there wasn't a lot of room to play around in, and the thin 
waistband was uncomfortable on the back of my hand.  I soon sat 
up and knelt beside her knees again.  Her disarrayed panties 
were not doing much to protect her modesty; they had slipped 
down so a good bit of her bush was showing at the top and that 
half-inch band over her pussy was slack, so it teased more than 
hid.  I slipped my thumbs under the strings at the sides to 
finish the job.  As I pulled the last bit of her clothing down, 
fully exposing her love mound in front, a second, perfectly 
timed heave of her bottom let the seat clear and a moment later 
the skimpy nylon was down to her ankles and tossed aside.  

I stared entranced at my first nude woman.  She lay as demurely 
as she could stark naked as my gaze roved her body, from closed 
thighs to the brunette triangle at the center of her womanly 
hips to the sexy indentation of her navel to her rosy-nippled 
breasts, then finally her face.  She seemed a bit unsure, as if 
finally revealed, she would not appeal to me; one knee slid 
partially over the top of the other as she instinctively strived 
to protect her sex.  "God, you're beautiful," I managed to 
whisper.  Kim's smile returned, and she relaxed.  Then in final 
surrender, she drew her legs up and open, offering her secret 
flesh.

I sat for a while, admiring her while I caressed the insides of 
her thighs.  Her pubic hair had never been trimmed, so it was 
quite lush, filling the whole vee of her mons and continuing 
between her legs onto her outer lips on either side.  It was so 
lush, in fact, I could see nothing of Kim's pussy itself, just 
her sexual fur, and it was months later before I discovered the 
mole she had on her mound just to the side of the cleft.

After a minute, I slid my hands up her thighs and with my thumbs 
found where her outer lips touched and slowly teased them apart.  
Upwards I slid my thumbs, exposing Kim's inner flesh like a 
moist tropical fruit.  In the center, her coral-colored inner 
lips were very short so even without parting them I could see 
the closed mouth of her vagina and the round head of her 
clitoris.  It was small -- the shaft was buried in the flesh of 
her mound and just the end peeped from the hood in the center of 
her cleft.  All of the instruction books I'd read told how 
sensitive women's clits were so I carefully pushed the hood back 
to fully expose her pea-sized glans, then gently touched it.

"Is this too much?" I asked.

"No," she sighed.  "Keep it up."

As it turned out, Kim *loved* to have her clitoris played with 
quite firmly, as have the other lovers I have had since.  I 
don't know if I've run into a bunch of horny women or if those 
pre-sexual revolution women (those were *old* books) were more 
sensitive than today's.

I toyed with Kim's button for a minute, pushing the hood up and 
down over the firm, short shaft where it emerged from her flesh 
and ever so gently stroking the head with my thumb.  Kim began 
to sigh and rock her pelvis in coital motions.  Continuing to 
massage her clit with its own hood, with my other hand I parted 
her moist inner lips and slid my middle finger deep into the 
rose heat her vagina.  She was warm and slippery inside and I 
could hear a quiet "glick" as I pumped that digit in and out of 
her pussy.  She sighed again and continued to buck her hips in 
counterpoint to my thrusting, eyes closed.  I abandoned her clit 
to concentrate on stroking her pussy, inserted my ring finger, 
and stimulated her with the other fingers on her outer labia.

Meanwhile the alarm in my head was very loud now.  Here I was, 
seeing the woman I loved naked, finger-fucking her, and my cock 
might as well have been in the next county for all the attention 
it was paying.  What would it take? I paused, stripped off my 
briefs without taking my fingers out of her (yes, it was 
awkward) and resumed stroking her.  The thrill of being nude 
with her was muted by my traitorous cock.

Eyes still closed, Kim raised her knees higher and began to toy 
with her nipples, breathing deeply.  I inserted my index finger 
and plunged all three into her from the shoulder, rotating my 
wrist back and forth as I did so.  Meanwhile I was stimulating 
my limp penis with my other hand, trying to get *some* kind of a 
rise so it could join the fun.  Nothing.

After a few minutes, she moved one hand down to cover mine and I 
upped the tempo.  Her other hand joined in to play with her 
clitoris, then a moment later she inhaled sharply, convulsed 
once, then sighed quietly.  (I was to find out that this was a 
typical orgasm for Kim -- she wasn't a screamer.)  I pulled out 
of her cunt and she opened her eyes to smile at me.  My whole 
front tingled as I realized a woman was seeing me naked for the 
first time, but if anything, my penis shrank a bit.  If she was 
surprised to see a dangling dick, she didn't say anything, but 
instead opened her arms in invitation.

I laid down on top of her in an embrace again and we ground our 
genitals together.  Kim had her legs spread wide and I lay 
between them, thrusting my hips down as she bucked upwards to 
meet me.  All in all it was a good imitation of missionary 
fucking except there was no penetration.  I could feel her wet 
pussy lips slide up and down my soft shaft and I shifted my hips 
a bit so that I could reach down to rub the head directly on her 
vulva -- nothing.

Desperate by now I sat up and knelt again, scooting close to her 
and grasping my penis just behind the glans to rub it up and 
down her slit.  Then I tried to stuff it into her pussy.  The 
old expression of "trying to shoot pool with a rope" went 
through my head.  I had no trace of an erection.  Whether it was 
first-time jitters, the late hour or what, I was completely 
impotent.

"It's just not working," I said in despair.

"That's all right," she replied, opening her arms again, and I 
laid down into her embrace.

Wait a minute.  I can hear the audience out there now: "What's 
*with* these two?  Didn't they ever hear about oral 
stimulation?" from the more erudite.  "What about a fuckin' 
blowjob?" from the troglodytes.  Let's digress a bit.

This was before VCRs made porn available in your living room.  
I'd been to one of those raincoat theaters only a couple times 
so my actually *seeing* oral sex was limited.  In any event, to 
ask for lingual attention flat never occurred to me.

As for Kim, well this is conjecture because I never asked her, 
but I think it never occurred to her either.  She was actually 
conservative about sex (as I found out in the next few months 
and especially when I had another partner).  The positions we 
used almost always were missionary (like everyone), and female 
superior with an occasional side-by-side thrown in.  We tried 
some of the milder variations only a time or two, but not  even 
something as exotic as rear entry (doggie style).  Anal 
intercourse was right out -- I never dared to ask -- and we had 
oral sex exactly once, as part of foreplay about a year after we 
started.  I loved eating her pussy and the taste of her musk but 
I could tell that she was experimenting and little tentative; my 
thought at the time was that she'd never had a cock in her mouth 
before.

Don't get me wrong; Kim was no prude.  She enjoyed sex and loved 
orgasms but I think that she was put off by the .  .  . 
mechanics of intercourse like fluids escaping.  As an example, 
my wife loved playing with semen.  Sometimes I would pull out 
when I climaxed, ejaculate on her front, and watch her anoint 
her nipples with my cum and rub it into her bush.  If I'd done 
that with Kim, she'd have been disgusted.  In any event she 
never went down on me again and declined whenever I offered to 
eat her.  In short, I didn't ask and she didn't offer; it may 
well have not worked anyway.  Back to the story.

We went back to humping each other; Kim spread her legs again, I 
pressed my scrotum into the area where her clit was and we 
continued the motions of coitus.  The underside of my flaccid 
penis dragged up and down the nest of her pubes and the mouth of 
her pussy anointed my balls but there was no trace of an 
erection in me.  I wanted to give her another orgasm so after a 
few minutes I shifted a bit to the side and rhythmically pressed 
into her mound with my thigh.  She reached down to grasp my 
cock, squeeze it gently in time with my thrusts and rub that 
sensitive part in the cleft of the glans.  It felt nice but not 
what I was hoping for when we had started.  After a few minutes 
she clasped me to her as she climaxed again, then I climbed off 
to lay beside her to alternate between caressing her breasts and 
toying with her pussy.  She milked my cock and played with my 
balls in their sack but there still was no response.

We spent some minutes kissing and caressing each other while we 
murmured how much we loved each other, just as if we'd just made 
love (Which I guess we had -- I just hadn't mounted her) but it 
was quite late by then so, yawning, Kim went into the bedroom 
and slipped under the sheets while I locked up (and luckily 
remembered to turn out the heater under the forgotten coffee).  
I turned out the last light and cautiously went into the dark 
bedroom to slide under the sheets next to Kim.  "Don't worry 
about it," she said, then she gave me a kiss before turning her 
back to me so we could spoon, and soon fell asleep.  Fat chance 
not worrying about it.  I lay there for some time, snuggled 
close with one hand cupping a breast, wondering if I'd do better 
in the morning.

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We woke up at about the same time in the grey light.  Whatever 
dreams I’d had were forgotten but they must have been erotic 
because I had a hard on like a broom handle.  Not wanting to 
risk literally pissing it away I didn’t get up for the bathroom 
but, instead, rolled toward Kim.  My erection poked her thigh, 
then moved between us as she turned toward me and we embraced.  
Kim smiled broadly, as if to say, "told you."  Silently, we 
started foreplay under the covers.  Both of us being nude, 
things progressed quite a bit faster than the night before.  
After some caressing and a little nursing at her always 
delightful nipples, we soon zeroed in on each other’s naughty 
bits and in no time I was probing her dampening pussy as she 
cupped my balls and stroked my gloriously erect cock.  It felt 
much more erotic than the night before.

By now we were both hot under the covers so I threw them back, 
exposing Kim's naked form.  She reached behind and bunched the 
pillow against the wall to use it to prop her head.  I reversed 
and laid next to Kim, on my side with my penis jutting towards 
her.  She raised her knees and spread them, offering her pussy 
so I reached under her thighs, found her clit, and slid the hood 
up and down with one hand and, with the other, stroked her inner 
lips and delved between them.  She continied to stroke and 
squeeze my cock, spreading the seepage from its eye over the 
glans, and teasing my balls in their sack by running a fingertip 
lightly over them.  It was the first time anyone else had 
touched my erection and my gaze alternated between the sights of 
her hand wrapped around my penis and my fingers disappearing 
into her pussy.

We continued to masturbate each other for several minutes, 
slowly escalating the intensity.  I was completely caught up in 
the eroticism of the moment and would have continued to climax.  
But Kim had no intention of forgetting her birthday gift.  She 
paused, gave my shaft a firm squeeze, then commanded, "I want 
this in me."  The moment had come.

We released each other's sex organs and Kim slid down to offer 
herself as she had the night before.  I knelt yet again between 
her knees but unlike the night before, I was ready to take up 
her offer:  my cock was at a 45-degree salute.  I drew her hips 
up, moved forward, penis wobbling, and thrust against her moist 
vulva with its underside.  After a few strokes Kim reached down, 
spread herself open with one hand and grasped my cock with the 
other to force it downward and wedge it into the entrance of her 
pussy in unspoken urgent invitation.  I raised up off my 
haunches, thrust forward while she guided, and closed my eyes to 
savor the sensation of my penis sinking into a woman's body.

Kim's pussy was very tight, possibly because she'd been sexually 
inactive for six months.  Later she told me that I was the 
biggest she'd had but I have the suspicion that she was stroking 
my ego (I'm six inches if you mash the ruler into my pubis hard 
enough).  I penetrated about an inch, then began rhythmically 
pushing to gain a bit at a time.  After a few pushes she 
released me to clutch the sheets on either side as I thrust in 
deeper.  Once I withdrew entirely and distributed her juices 
along my shaft before mounting her to penetrate another inch.  
There was a tube of jelly in the bathroom but I sure as hell 
wasn't going to stop and get it.  Slowly, the warm, liquid heat 
of Kim's pussy enveloped my turgid cock until, with a final 
thrust, the back of her thighs met the front of mine, our 
respective pubic patches meshed, and I was in her in up to my 
balls.  To this day, my favorite part of the whole sexual act is 
that first thrust into my partner, not that I hate the other 
parts.

The thought that my cock was finally in someone's cunt 
overwhelmed me and I crouched over Kim's body a moment, fighting 
the urge to climax instantly.  The moment passed then and I 
began to copulate.  Just a fraction of an inch per stroke at 
first, then longer and longer as Kim's vagina relaxed making it 
easier for me to invade it.  She began to buck against my 
thrusting and drew her legs up, inviting me in even deeper.  I 
guided her ankles over my shoulders, she hooked her knees on 
them, and I looked down a few strokes, watching my lance slide 
into of her soft target.

"You're doing it!" I thought excitedly.  "You're finally fucking 
someone for real!"  The wet glide of Kim's pussy felt totally 
different from those innumerable times I had masturbated.  I 
withdrew and marveled a moment at how my penis looked in mid-
copulation -- red from coital friction and glistening from the 
vaginal lubrication it was anointed with.  I stretched out, 
putting my legs behind me, reached down to guide my cock back 
into her waiting cunny, and resumed stroking.

Kim had kept her calves on my shoulders during this process 
allowing maximum penetration.  Bent double, she still managed to 
thrust back, raising her ass off the mattress to meet my 
downward plunges.  Our loins pounded together with enough 
intensity that her breasts rippled with each thrust.  I clasped 
them in both hands, paying particular attention to her erected 
nipples.  She caressed my chest and belly a few times before 
shifting to grasp my hips in her hands, urging me deeper.  
Neither of us spoke but we grinned at each other with our mutual 
pleasure.  Again and again I eagerly jabbed my penis into Kim's 
pussy.  Again and again she bucked upward, meeting my every 
thrust.  To be honest, all thought of pleasuring her was driven 
out of my mind.  My only thought was to ram my cock into her as 
hard and as fast as I could before the incredible erotic 
excitement I was feeling triggered a climax in me.

It soon came.  "Oh, Kim, I'm cumming," I managed to gasp, 
speared her one last time and held her tight.  It wasn't a big 
one, as orgasms go.  My cock twitched only a couple of times and 
it didn't feel as if I ejaculated much, but that didn't matter.  
For the first time in my life I was climaxing in someone I 
loved, depositing my semen in a pussy instead of a tissue.

After the pulsing subsided, I moved Kim's legs off my shoulders 
and on either side of my waist, then I carefully laid down on 
her, staying inside her and laying my head between her breasts.  
We stayed like that for a few minutes while my erection 
subsided; I could feel my penis start to creep out of her as it 
shrank.  Then Kim slipped a hand between us just above her 
pubes.  "My bladder's full," she complained and I pulled back to 
slip out of her cunny and helped her up.

She disappeared into the bathroom a minute while I contemplated 
the appearance of my freshly fucked phallus and matted pubic 
hair.  As soon as she came out, I slipped in and let out what 
seemed like a quart of urine.  I quickly washed my hands and 
also rinsed the sex-fluids off my penis and dried it.  It was 
still early Saturday morning and I was hopeful for another 
session.  Besides, Kim hadn't had an orgasm yet.  When I came 
out she was sitting with the covers up to her waist, back 
propped against the wall, hands demurely in her lap.  I thrilled 
as she looked at me frankly, pausing her gaze at my cock, then 
smiled.  For my part, I enjoyed the sight of her bare breasts; 
after a good ogle I slid in beside her.  We kissed and caressed, 
her hand on my chest, mine down low on her belly, just above her 
bush.

"That was pretty good," I said, hoping that she hadn't detected 
that I had no basis for comparison.

"Yeah, I liked it," Kim replied, her smile bigger.

"But I was too quick; you didn't climax this morning, did you?" 
I protested.  My cock stirred a bit as I imagined it slipping 
into her pussy a second time.

"That's okay.  I got plenty last night.  I knew I was right 
about you when you when you continued to make love any way you 
could rather than get angry or sulk."

"I want to feel your orgasm when I'm in you," I insisted and 
caressed her face and abdomen.  She said nothing but caressed 
back and our lips were soon locked again and we slid to 
horizontal.

I pulled her close and passed a hand down her back and onto the 
globe of her ass.  From there I slid it to our thighs then up 
the valley between our bodies until I reached the swell of her 
left breast.  She pulled away a bit and I played with the nipple 
she'd exposed in what was already a familiar ritual.  When it 
stiffened I slid down a bit and suckled again.  She caressed the 
back of my head as I nursed for a minute.

My hand was busy between us.  It crept down her belly and 
through the damp thicket of her bush.  Kim raised her upper leg 
a bit and I slipped between them, found her clitoral hood and 
began to stroke it.  Her hand moved down *my* body but it 
couldn't quite reach my cock so I turned her nipple loose and 
slid back up to kiss her.  Her hand found my penis then slid 
down to cup my balls before returning to my cock.  Encircling 
the shaft she squeezed it a few times then began to toy with 
just the head, finding the weeping slit in the end and 
lubricating the glans.  My cock began to stir in response.  
After some minutes I was partially erect again, so I pulled my 
hand from between us, held her tight, and rolled back, pulling 
Kim on top of me.  "This time you're in charge," I said.

She lay full length on top and ground her hips against mine a 
few times.  The tickling of her pubic hair made my cock fully 
hard.  Then she slid up a few inches, spread her legs and 
grasped my penis to hold it vertical, then slid back down, 
trapping it in her labial groove, her legs outside mine.  We 
were heating up again so I slid the covers down to our knees 
then moved my hands up to cup her ass cheeks as she began to 
grind against me in earnest.  Her pubic bone pressed hard on 
mine, her wet cunt lips slid up and down my shaft and I could 
feel the muscles of her ass bunch and relax as she humped her 
pelvis against mine.  After a few strokes, I reached further 
down and found where the knob of my penis was intermittently 
appearing, grasped it, and pulled upward, forcing it into the 
crevice of her ass.  Kim cocked her pelvis and spread her legs 
wider so that her clit was in contact with my cock and went to 
town, losing herself to pleasure as she massaged my glans on her 
ass and her clitoris against my penis and pubis. I had a hand 
left over so I caressed her breast flattened between us.  She 
rolled a bit to the side, freeing it, so I found the nipple and 
began pinching it in time with her humping.  After just a short 
time I felt her tense and hold her breath a moment as she 
climaxed; then she relaxed.

I released my cock and her tit to embrace her as we kissed, then 
Kim drew her knees out and upward so that she was crouching on 
me, her knees on either side.  She raised up and her suspended 
breasts hung over my face like ripe fruit. I latched onto a 
nipple and began to suckle while she rocked back and forth a 
bit, pulling her tit tight as I sucked it.  My hands were busy 
at her pussy, sliding up and down the area between her inner and 
outer lips and playing with her clit, but teasing her by not 
penetrating her.

Kim pulled her breast free with a quiet snick then tucked her 
head to look between us.  My cock, probably the most erect it 
had been in my life, stood suspended several inches over my 
belly.  She shifted backwards and as her pussy approached, I 
tensed my pelvic muscles to raise my penis even higher.  Kim 
maneuvered around a bit until, without guidance from either of 
us, the head slipped into her vulva.  Kim paused and I could see 
the excitement rise in her eyes, then she pushed back and down 
to impale herself on me.  Either she was still stretched or her 
orgasm had made her wetter, but my cock slipped into her with 
one delicious stroke this time.  For the second time in my life 
I had the exquisite pleasure of penetrating a lover's body.

Still crouching, Kim began to slowly move.  I lay perfectly 
still and let the tight sheath of her vagina ever so slowly 
massage my cock and, as always, it felt wonderful.  She thought 
so, too, for, eyes closed, she gave a little sigh of pleasure 
every few strokes.  After about five minutes her breathing grew 
ragged and she bore down on me as she enjoyed a small climax.

When she was under control again she sat upright and began 
fucking in earnest.  Braced on her hands and grinning down at me 
she would raise several inches -- just short of letting me slip 
out -- then drop heavily to drive my cock deep into her.  I got 
a delightful intermittent view of my red, wet penis at the base 
of her pubic triangle.  Every few strokes I would buck upward to 
meet her downstroke and she'd gasp at the extra-deep 
penetration.  Above, her luscious tits oscillated wildly with 
each stroke and I reached up to cup her breasts and squeeze the 
nipples between my fingers.

This must have been the final straw for, seconds later Kim 
climaxed, the biggest I'd seen so far.  She doubled her pace 
then threw her head back and held her breath several seconds 
before groaning as an orgasmic flush appeared between her 
breasts.  I could feel her pussy rhythmically clench my penis as 
she still rode it.  This, in turned, triggered my own orgasm and 
as she finally sighed and relaxed I clasped her to me, sharply 
thrust up into her twice, and exploded.

This climax was much stronger than my first.  *I* groaned aloud 
this time as my cock pulsed a half-dozen times.  We kissed open-
mouthed as I strained to stay deep within Kim, and I could feel 
a stream of semen spurt into her with each spasm.  Then my 
ejaculation finished with a series of weak twitches, almost a 
fluttering.  I released her and we lay still for several 
minutes, getting our breath back.  Then Kim raised her hips to 
let my cock slide out of her and lay on her side in the crook of 
my arm.

"Oh, Kim, *that* was how it should be," I murmured.  "I could 
feel you squeeze me when you climaxed."

"Yeah, I could feel you throbbing inside me, too," she said.  "I 
hope it's like this every time."  We relaxed in the afterglow a 
for a bit, then her pussy started to leak.  She gave me a quick 
kiss, got up, and went into the bathroom to shower (like I said, 
she didn't like this part of making love) while I went into the 
kitchen to toast some bagels and make another pot of coffee.

After blotting the wet spot we breakfasted nude in bed, telling 
each other how wonderful it was.  I kissed her breasts and 
played a bit with her pussy, and she with my cock but we were 
both pretty satiated sexually so we didn't have a third go 
'round.

Kim had already made plans for the day with some other friends 
of hers, so after we dressed I took her back to her apartment.  
That was the beginning, though, and we saw each other and made 
love several times that week, mostly at her place (she had a 
water bed).

Kim and I were together two years after that, seeing each other 
exclusively, taking weekend trips and vacations together, and 
making love as the mood struck.  After the first year I would 
have loved to marry her but she was an independent woman, and 
refused to make anything permanent.  I think getting stung in 
that marriage had soured her on the idea of getting too close.  
We'd stay overnight when we made love but never did move in 
together.  Finally I got insistent and she'd had enough.  One 
black day she told me she didn't want to see me any more, and 
that was that.

I was quite a while getting over it, but I did, and took a 
couple of lovers before I stole a man's wife and married *her* 
(but that's another story).