Erotica
Our First Time
When we finally broke for air my cock was straining to be unleashed
It was a Wednesday afternoon and college was closing at midday as usual. Wednesday was sports afternoon and the various teams, from rugby and hockey through to badminton were all engaged in strenuous matches pitting college against college and person against person. I always enjoyed these times, not because I was in a team or even that I was a big sports fan. The reason was much simpler — it was a free afternoon with no lessons and an empty house that my girlfriend and I could use for our own sporting activities.
Heading home in my tatty old car I had the radio on, loudly. It had to be loud to cover the noises of the car as it wheezed asthmatically along the country lanes heading home. The radio was tuned to a local station that played an esoteric mix of songs that defined the soundtrack to my youth. As we rounded a bend in the middle of nowhere, Meatloaf started to belt out one of his finest and the volume crept up a notch or two, partly because it deserved it and partly to cover our broken and inept attempts to sing along.
“…We were barely 17 and we were barely dressed…”
Broad grins lit our faces as we sang, the words rang so true and had brought a smile to our face every time since we’d first heard them, lying naked beside each other last year.
I turned the volume down as we neared her house, I didn’t want to advertise the fact we were there too loudly, just in case her Dad was there. He had an unfortunate habit of arriving home early unannounced and he didn’t like me, but then how many Dads do like their teenage daughter’s boyfriend? He’d have liked me even less if he knew what we got up to when he wasn’t around.
Thankfully the house was empty. We just about made it through the front door before our restraint broke. Grasping her hand firmly I spun her around on the spot and pulled her into an embrace. Our lips met in an intense kiss which only served to inflame my passion more. When we finally broke for air my cock was straining to be unleashed and uncomfortably tight in my jeans.
“Come on” She said. “Upstairs, now”
Not needing a second invitation I climbed the stairs rapidly behind her. Entering her room, she turned on the radio above her bed. I stood behind and reached around her, cupping her boobs in my hands and kissing her neck as she fiddled with the controls on the stereo. It was almost enough to make her forget what she was doing, but not quite. I felt her nipples stiffen against my palm just as she found the station we’d been listening to and she paused, clearly enjoying my touch. Never one to hesitate for long, I began undoing the buttons on her blouse whilst nibbling her neck. As her top fell open my hands returned to their previous location, the thin cups of her bra pressing against my palms. Maybe it was the fact there was less material or maybe her nipples were harder than before, either way they pressed obviously into my palms as I squeezed. She twisted free of my grip and turned to face me, letting her blouse fall to the floor, she stepped forward to meet my hungry mouth with hers.
We kissed again, hard and breathlessly, tongues duelling for supremacy with the full vigour of youth. My hands were pressed against her back, relishing the opportunity to feel her naked flesh. One hand found her bra strap and traced the line of material until they hit the telltale bump of the clasp. Thanks to several months practice it took just one careful pinch with my fingers to release the precious cargo contained by the bra.
Her eyes widened as she realised how easily I’d worked the clasp.
“You are far too good at that” She muttered between kisses.
Slowly slipping my hands around her sides I separated her from the material and slid my hands over the smooth flesh of her boobs. My hands just about covered them but were completely filled, her nipples slid easily between my fingers allowing me to squeeze them whilst massaging her wondrous breasts. By this time my cock was desperate for freedom and was being uncomfortably squeezed by the denim of my jeans and pressed hard against her stomach.
She reached down and released the buckle of my belt, rapidly followed by the button and zip of my fly. My jeans fell into an untidy sprawl around my ankles. Only the taut material of my boxers separated my aching cock from her touch now.
She stepped a pace away from me and I watched as she shrugged her shoulders out of the now pointless bra. Yanking my t-shirt over my head I stepped forwards forgetting that my jeans were round my ankles and lurched head first towards her. Somehow I twisted as I fell and landed on her bed, flat on my back. She sniggered and lowered herself between my legs, her knees on top of my jeans, pinning me to the bed. I watched intently as she reached for the waistband of my boxers. Tugging gently she pulled them downwards so I lifted my bum to help. The material inched down my thighs until my fully engorged cock finally pulled free. It sprang from the material and nearly slapped her in the face such was the pressure in it at that point. She giggled and kept pulling the material until it was loose around my ankles. Placing a hand around my shaft she delicately kissed the tip of my erection. Normally she would proceed to treat me to a delicious slow blowjob, something she was spectacularly good at but today she seemed hesitant. She tilted her face up to meet mine and gazed deeply into my eyes.
“I think we should go further today” She said
“You mean you want to…” I began
“Yes. I’m ready. ”
We had been dating a long time but had never gone further than oral sex before. That hadn’t been a problem as we were now both masters of oral and capable of making the other climax easily. We knew that one day we’d go further and actually pop our respective cherries and had discussed it many times. I was ready of course, I’d been ready for as long as I could remember but she wasn’t, and I wasn’t about to pressure her into it, so we had stuck where she was happy. I certainly wasn’t complaining, her oral skills were spectacular.
“Are you sure? You want to go all the way, today?” I asked, barely able to contain my excitement.
She thought for a moment before taking the tip of my cock into her mouth. The familiar sensation caused me to moan as she sucked my entire length in. I assumed she’d changed her mind and settled back to enjoy it but as quickly as she had taken me in she lifted her head. She kissed the tip and said
“Yes.”
I didn’t need to ask again. The hunger in her eyes told me that she was indeed ready now.
Sitting up, I slipped my legs out of my jeans and watched as she began to remove hers, revelling in every inch of her body that was exposed as they came off. When she’d placed them on the chair, I reached for the edge of her knickers and slowly slid them down, pushing them to the floor. She stepped out of them and I placed my hand between her thighs, feeling the familiar hot wetness of her pussy as my finger pressed against and then slid into her.
Pulling her towards the bed she bent forwards, kissing me as she eased herself down beside me. Rolling her onto her back, I raised myself onto my knees and positioned myself between her thighs. I kissed her mouth, tongues meeting before slowly working my way down her body, kissing neck, boobs, stomach and thighs before focusing on her slick pussy. Even if we were going all the way, I couldn’t miss out on this. She tasted divine, her musky scent filling my senses as I knelt and feasted on her. I played with her, bringing her close to orgasm using my tongue, lips and teeth, alternating between burying my tongue deep inside her and sucking her tortured clit. I knew her preferences and how to please her and loved the taste as she became increasingly aroused.
I heard her bedside drawer open and she reached down to grasp my head, stopping me before she reached her climax. She held out a condom for me, its silver foil wrapper glinting like a precious gift.
“Put this on and do it. Now!”
Raising myself upright on my knees I took the proffered gift and tore the corner of the foil package, extracting the condom. It was slippery to the touch and felt odd in my hands. Remembering the instructions I pinched the tip and rolled it slowly down my engorged shaft. She watched intently, keen to ensure we did things right. Satisfied it was in place I shuffled forward and leaned over her, taking my weight on my hands and knees, barely touching her. She lifted her head and kissed my lips as I pressed the latex encased tip of my cock to her sodden slit. I pressed it forward, feeling resistance and experienced a moment of doubt, unsure if I was doing it right or not. Then suddenly something shifted, her flesh parted and I sank into her. The sensation was exquisite, unlike anything I’d felt before.
The pressure of her body gripping my sensitive shaft was intoxicating. She gasped slightly and I pulled back, thinking I must have hurt her but she pressed her hands against my buttocks, urging me to push again. I started moving my hips slowly, sliding in and out of her. The pressure in my balls was growing to impossible levels and I knew that, even though I’d only just started, it was about to be over. I remember the song on the radio at the time, the scent and taste of her arousal still fresh on my tongue and the feeling of all encompassing joy. All were etched forever into my memory as my cock unleashed spurt after spurt of cum into the latex, pulsing again and again as my balls emptied themselves inside her. I froze, unable to move, as pleasure and guilt cascaded through me.
“Sorry” I said, mortified that it was over already
“Don’t be. We just need practice, that’s all. I’m sure we’ll get better.”
I can tell you that we practised a lot after that. Now that the first time was over it was like a dam bursting, releasing all of the pent of frustration, and we went for it the way that only two late teens can, with irrepressible energy and enthusiasm. Wednesdays will always remind me of that day long ago, THAT song still makes me smile and triggers a wave of deliciously sexy memories.
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