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If there’s grass on the pitch, play on
(I don’t know if the above is a peculiarly British expression but it means if the girl is old enough to have pubes, then you can fuck her). Very hard to tell in these days of total waxing !!
I will not mention any ages but we were young.
If I had a pound for every time I have been asked to tell about this, I'd own all the houses in the road. So here it is. My virginity, the end of it, 1982.
The title is dual purpose because the occasion of my first fuck with Jonathan was made possible by his whole family being out at soccer game, at nearly two hours for the game, and the same again in travelling time, we figured this was a golden opportunity ! This was the next Saturday after The Summer House.
We had agreed to have sex the evening of The Summer House, we decided we could not wait any longer. Years of snogging and “fingers and tops”(look it up ;-) ) had led to shocking frustration for us both. Of course because we both knew the day was looming we had lots of time to get really REALLY trembly – nervous about it. The Summer House incident had come as a complete surprise of course. If I’d known what was going on there I’d have run a mile.
Anyway, it seemed even worse that I was travelling to his house to do the deed, he did offer to come and call for me, but I said I’d just come round. I’d spent ages doing my make up, and looking at my pussy in a mirror. I wondered if it would look any different afterwards. I borrowed my mom’s razor and had a careful little trim of my soft and downy bush. The neat little slot was more exposed, and I reasoned more accessible. I found a tube of jelly in my mom’s bedside, which seemed to be for sex, so I borrowed that as well. The main question was that of contraception. I was on the pill to regulate my periods, so in theory we were safe. Jonathan wanted to use a condom, but I really wanted to do it without. We’d had lots of orgasms with each other, so as far as I was concerned the holy grail was to firstly get his cock inside me, and secondly to have his hot juice come out up inside there, so I could feel it, and not in some rubber bag.
So dressed as prettily as I could, and as sexily as I was able, - with stockings on – but as I arrived at his door, my knees were doing the knocking as my finger rang the bell.
Jonathan rushed to the door and for some obscure reason looked up and down the street before letting me in.
“What?” I said “it’s not a scandal if I come round here, I’m your girlfriend”
He said he was just nervous and he was, more so than I , he was rushing around, and talking too fast.
I suggested we go up to his bedroom but calm down and take our time.
Once we got in there, it all started to get a bit more serious. He undressed me gently, to discover that I was ONLY wearing the dress and the stockings and suspenders. The stockings were from a wedding where I had been by far the youngest of the bridesmaids and we all had to dress alike. They were blue/grey. I could not find any knickers I was happy with, so I decided not to wear any, and did away with the bra as well before I set out. What a trollop.
I should tell you that we had never actually seen each other naked. Only parts of each other at any one time. This was all new, and unbelievably exciting.
I stood there, naked for him, bar the stockings and suspenders.
He knelt down in front of me.
“Can I have a proper look ?” he murmured.
I moved my feet a foot further apart. His face was an inch away from my pussy. He always WAS short sighted.
I had actually taken some advice, albeit indirect advice , prior to the event. A friend at school had an older sister who was a nurse, it’s not so relevant that she was a nurse, though in the UK nurses used to have a rep for being fast and loose. I don’t suppose they have the energy these days. Anyway, the sister had “had a lot of boyfriends” so to speak, we figured she might be able to iron out some of the pitfalls. The note I got back was telling me that either he or me should get me extremely aroused, and therefore dripping wet, before we attempted penetration. Sage advice I think. She had offered to come and coach, to be fair, but I figured if he had some gorgeous twenty year old in the room , he’d be wanting to fuck her instead of me. If it were he that was arousing me thus, it was suggested he do it by licking my clitoris. Yummy.
She had even included a diagram. God bless the National Health Service. I broached the subject with my beau. He was agreeable but bemused. He held the piece of paper this way up, then that. I finally lay on the bed and spread my legs. I told him to STRIP, get the fucking LOT off, boy.
He did. Even at his age the rugby had given him a man’s body. When he finally managed to get his pants off, I saw the problem. He’d got SUCH a fucking hard on, it was bending back on itself. It looked positively painful. I’d seen him hard, he’d come in my hand or over my boobs dozens of times, but this was twice as hard as I had ever seen him. It was even a different colour !
He moved onto the bed with me and we kissed frenziedly, our tongues battled for supremacy. He was transfixed by my first-time nakedness with him, my stockings, my spread legs, the hungry little slot that nestled between them. He moved down to suck my tits. My nipples were so hard they hurt, like little pebbles as he tongued them. There was somewhere else I wanted his tongue, though.
I murmured that the nurse had recommended that he lick me “down there”. He went to have a look and I opened my legs even wider.
My fingers opened my pussy lips at the top.
“Lick” I hissed
He took a long time to find his way in, but when he did make contact with my hard little clit , I shot about a foot up the bed. I was an oral-sex virgin as well.
“umf UMF” I moaned
“Is that okay?” he murmured “Am I hurting you?”
“No” I grinned “keep going”
I was dribbling wet by this time and as hot as a volcano
“Come here “ I hissed and grabbed for his cock
He shivered as I grasped him, and started to pull his cock towards my cunt.
“Fuck me” I moaned “I’m ready. I want it” I said poetically
The head of his cock felt big in my hand, bigger than it had ever felt.
I took control and pushed the big knob into my slobbering-wet but immensely tight hole.
I thought for a moment I was going to come on contact - but it wasn’t me that did.
As he leant onto me, with just the knob inside me, he jerked and ejaculated several days worth of pent up spunk into me.
“Oh my god” I moaned
“Oh SHIT I’m sorry!!” he blurted
“It’s okay it’s okay “ I reassured him, and pulled him towards me for a passionate kiss.
He gently pulled his cock out of me, and I wanked it onto my tummy, flinching at the drops of hot fluid. His balls were in overdrive as regards sperm production.
I was desparate to wank myself off, but I'd come that way with him, lots of times, so I wanted this time to be via a proper fuck. I let go of his cock as it went down. I didn't want to make him sore. I knew he could come five or six times in an evening, but I had to be gentle!
We kissed and cuddled, whilst his sperm leaked out of me. How romantic. After a few minutes of kissing and scant conversation (neither of us knew quite what to say) I felt his erection nudge my wrist as my hand lay across his six pack.
"MAKE LOVE TO ME" I smiled, "slowly, gently"
I happened upon the nurses piece of paper, lying beside Jonathan
"now please turn over " it asked politely. Having vaguely heard of such things I got on all fours. It turned out to mean "turn the piece of paper over" but I was not to realise that until later!
With my face in the pillow and my pert stockinged bottom in the air, Jonathan could not believe all the delights on show. The split of my cunt, so inviting, my little puckered ringpiece, so forbidden. Well it was then. He took his cock in his fist and did his best to get it into the tight little space.
He had a big knob and it hurt.
"Ow!" I squeaked
"SORRY, sorry" he gushed "do you want me to stop?"
"No of COURSE I don't want you to fucking stop" I retorted
I could tell he was getting stressed. I think it was the trembling and sweating that gave it away. More by accident than design, he had managed to cram the whole length into me, filling my snug little channel completely. It wasn't painful, but uncomfortable, my body had opened to receive him, and it was - quite literally - fucking fantastic.
He started to gently move his hips, and more by accident than design - I suspect - got it utterly perfectly right. I was smothering myself with the pillow, trying to keep the noise down, even though the house was empty, as I have always been very a very noisy girl.
As he moved I opened and he could more easily cram the full length of his big cock into my luscious pink virgin pussy. The juices were flowing freely and dribbling down my thighs to be absorbed into my stocking tops. My fingers crept between my legs to discreetly wank myself. I had no doubt I was going to come, but I wasn't sure if Jonathan was going to get there first and leave me in the lurch. I don't panic about such things now, but I did then !
I nearly took off as I touched my hard little clit, he of course thought it was his expert fucking that caused my throaty moan, and I did nothing to enlighten him otherwise. Jon had his eyes tight shut throughout, as he later said the sight of his bare cock going in and out of my juicy cunt, and my bottom all open, and the stockings and everything would have made him come instantly. I bet YOU would have risked it wouldn't you? I thought so. You Dirty buggers.
Jonathan manfully lasted about ten minutes on this outing, I watched us in the mirror, as I said his eyes were tight shut. His large and muscular body synched with my soft and feminine little curves, I could see the bulk of his penis pushing into my glistening slot, and pulling out again, and leaving only the head inside , pushing the whole length, a bulky seven inches, back in again.
I managed to grab a nipple with my free hand and pulled on it, and I CAME very noisily, arching my back.
"Open your eyes" I screamed "I'm COMING"
He opened, and with the added visual stimulus , he came too, fiercely , and with huge volume deep in my cunt, splattering all my insides with his scalding semen. As I moved his cock sprang out, and I watched closely as he ,with half closed eyes, grabbed hold of his rock hard shaft and wanked it all over my bottom and lower back.
It was fab, and from then on, we managed to fuck three or four times a week, which on average, is MORE SEX THAN I GET NOW!!
Lyn xxx
(I don’t know if the above is a peculiarly British expression but it means if the girl is old enough to have pubes, then you can fuck her). Very hard to tell in these days of total waxing !!
I will not mention any ages but we were young.
If I had a pound for every time I have been asked to tell about this, I'd own all the houses in the road. So here it is. My virginity, the end of it, 1982.
The title is dual purpose because the occasion of my first fuck with Jonathan was made possible by his whole family being out at soccer game, at nearly two hours for the game, and the same again in travelling time, we figured this was a golden opportunity ! This was the next Saturday after The Summer House.
We had agreed to have sex the evening of The Summer House, we decided we could not wait any longer. Years of snogging and “fingers and tops”(look it up ;-) ) had led to shocking frustration for us both. Of course because we both knew the day was looming we had lots of time to get really REALLY trembly – nervous about it. The Summer House incident had come as a complete surprise of course. If I’d known what was going on there I’d have run a mile.
Anyway, it seemed even worse that I was travelling to his house to do the deed, he did offer to come and call for me, but I said I’d just come round. I’d spent ages doing my make up, and looking at my pussy in a mirror. I wondered if it would look any different afterwards. I borrowed my mom’s razor and had a careful little trim of my soft and downy bush. The neat little slot was more exposed, and I reasoned more accessible. I found a tube of jelly in my mom’s bedside, which seemed to be for sex, so I borrowed that as well. The main question was that of contraception. I was on the pill to regulate my periods, so in theory we were safe. Jonathan wanted to use a condom, but I really wanted to do it without. We’d had lots of orgasms with each other, so as far as I was concerned the holy grail was to firstly get his cock inside me, and secondly to have his hot juice come out up inside there, so I could feel it, and not in some rubber bag.
So dressed as prettily as I could, and as sexily as I was able, - with stockings on – but as I arrived at his door, my knees were doing the knocking as my finger rang the bell.
Jonathan rushed to the door and for some obscure reason looked up and down the street before letting me in.
“What?” I said “it’s not a scandal if I come round here, I’m your girlfriend”
He said he was just nervous and he was, more so than I , he was rushing around, and talking too fast.
I suggested we go up to his bedroom but calm down and take our time.
Once we got in there, it all started to get a bit more serious. He undressed me gently, to discover that I was ONLY wearing the dress and the stockings and suspenders. The stockings were from a wedding where I had been by far the youngest of the bridesmaids and we all had to dress alike. They were blue/grey. I could not find any knickers I was happy with, so I decided not to wear any, and did away with the bra as well before I set out. What a trollop.
I should tell you that we had never actually seen each other naked. Only parts of each other at any one time. This was all new, and unbelievably exciting.
I stood there, naked for him, bar the stockings and suspenders.
He knelt down in front of me.
“Can I have a proper look ?” he murmured.
I moved my feet a foot further apart. His face was an inch away from my pussy. He always WAS short sighted.
I had actually taken some advice, albeit indirect advice , prior to the event. A friend at school had an older sister who was a nurse, it’s not so relevant that she was a nurse, though in the UK nurses used to have a rep for being fast and loose. I don’t suppose they have the energy these days. Anyway, the sister had “had a lot of boyfriends” so to speak, we figured she might be able to iron out some of the pitfalls. The note I got back was telling me that either he or me should get me extremely aroused, and therefore dripping wet, before we attempted penetration. Sage advice I think. She had offered to come and coach, to be fair, but I figured if he had some gorgeous twenty year old in the room , he’d be wanting to fuck her instead of me. If it were he that was arousing me thus, it was suggested he do it by licking my clitoris. Yummy.
She had even included a diagram. God bless the National Health Service. I broached the subject with my beau. He was agreeable but bemused. He held the piece of paper this way up, then that. I finally lay on the bed and spread my legs. I told him to STRIP, get the fucking LOT off, boy.
He did. Even at his age the rugby had given him a man’s body. When he finally managed to get his pants off, I saw the problem. He’d got SUCH a fucking hard on, it was bending back on itself. It looked positively painful. I’d seen him hard, he’d come in my hand or over my boobs dozens of times, but this was twice as hard as I had ever seen him. It was even a different colour !
He moved onto the bed with me and we kissed frenziedly, our tongues battled for supremacy. He was transfixed by my first-time nakedness with him, my stockings, my spread legs, the hungry little slot that nestled between them. He moved down to suck my tits. My nipples were so hard they hurt, like little pebbles as he tongued them. There was somewhere else I wanted his tongue, though.
I murmured that the nurse had recommended that he lick me “down there”. He went to have a look and I opened my legs even wider.
My fingers opened my pussy lips at the top.
“Lick” I hissed
He took a long time to find his way in, but when he did make contact with my hard little clit , I shot about a foot up the bed. I was an oral-sex virgin as well.
“umf UMF” I moaned
“Is that okay?” he murmured “Am I hurting you?”
“No” I grinned “keep going”
I was dribbling wet by this time and as hot as a volcano
“Come here “ I hissed and grabbed for his cock
He shivered as I grasped him, and started to pull his cock towards my cunt.
“Fuck me” I moaned “I’m ready. I want it” I said poetically
The head of his cock felt big in my hand, bigger than it had ever felt.
I took control and pushed the big knob into my slobbering-wet but immensely tight hole.
I thought for a moment I was going to come on contact - but it wasn’t me that did.
As he leant onto me, with just the knob inside me, he jerked and ejaculated several days worth of pent up spunk into me.
“Oh my god” I moaned
“Oh SHIT I’m sorry!!” he blurted
“It’s okay it’s okay “ I reassured him, and pulled him towards me for a passionate kiss.
He gently pulled his cock out of me, and I wanked it onto my tummy, flinching at the drops of hot fluid. His balls were in overdrive as regards sperm production.
I was desparate to wank myself off, but I'd come that way with him, lots of times, so I wanted this time to be via a proper fuck. I let go of his cock as it went down. I didn't want to make him sore. I knew he could come five or six times in an evening, but I had to be gentle!
We kissed and cuddled, whilst his sperm leaked out of me. How romantic. After a few minutes of kissing and scant conversation (neither of us knew quite what to say) I felt his erection nudge my wrist as my hand lay across his six pack.
"MAKE LOVE TO ME" I smiled, "slowly, gently"
I happened upon the nurses piece of paper, lying beside Jonathan
"now please turn over " it asked politely. Having vaguely heard of such things I got on all fours. It turned out to mean "turn the piece of paper over" but I was not to realise that until later!
With my face in the pillow and my pert stockinged bottom in the air, Jonathan could not believe all the delights on show. The split of my cunt, so inviting, my little puckered ringpiece, so forbidden. Well it was then. He took his cock in his fist and did his best to get it into the tight little space.
He had a big knob and it hurt.
"Ow!" I squeaked
"SORRY, sorry" he gushed "do you want me to stop?"
"No of COURSE I don't want you to fucking stop" I retorted
I could tell he was getting stressed. I think it was the trembling and sweating that gave it away. More by accident than design, he had managed to cram the whole length into me, filling my snug little channel completely. It wasn't painful, but uncomfortable, my body had opened to receive him, and it was - quite literally - fucking fantastic.
He started to gently move his hips, and more by accident than design - I suspect - got it utterly perfectly right. I was smothering myself with the pillow, trying to keep the noise down, even though the house was empty, as I have always been very a very noisy girl.
As he moved I opened and he could more easily cram the full length of his big cock into my luscious pink virgin pussy. The juices were flowing freely and dribbling down my thighs to be absorbed into my stocking tops. My fingers crept between my legs to discreetly wank myself. I had no doubt I was going to come, but I wasn't sure if Jonathan was going to get there first and leave me in the lurch. I don't panic about such things now, but I did then !
I nearly took off as I touched my hard little clit, he of course thought it was his expert fucking that caused my throaty moan, and I did nothing to enlighten him otherwise. Jon had his eyes tight shut throughout, as he later said the sight of his bare cock going in and out of my juicy cunt, and my bottom all open, and the stockings and everything would have made him come instantly. I bet YOU would have risked it wouldn't you? I thought so. You Dirty buggers.
Jonathan manfully lasted about ten minutes on this outing, I watched us in the mirror, as I said his eyes were tight shut. His large and muscular body synched with my soft and feminine little curves, I could see the bulk of his penis pushing into my glistening slot, and pulling out again, and leaving only the head inside , pushing the whole length, a bulky seven inches, back in again.
I managed to grab a nipple with my free hand and pulled on it, and I CAME very noisily, arching my back.
"Open your eyes" I screamed "I'm COMING"
He opened, and with the added visual stimulus , he came too, fiercely , and with huge volume deep in my cunt, splattering all my insides with his scalding semen. As I moved his cock sprang out, and I watched closely as he ,with half closed eyes, grabbed hold of his rock hard shaft and wanked it all over my bottom and lower back.
It was fab, and from then on, we managed to fuck three or four times a week, which on average, is MORE SEX THAN I GET NOW!!
Lyn xxx
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