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My girlfriend was four years younger than I and still in high school; she was not a virgin but I was. When they say that teenage boys think with their 'Johnson', based on my experience, it could be true.

Because of this night, November 15, 1971, my life changed forever. Why I remember that date and not the dates of other major events in my life is a question left to those who like to speculate on such things. But that date sticks out and I remember that night fondly.

Her father was working swingshift and her mother playing bingo that night. Her siblings were ordered to find something else to do, and we snuggled underneath a blanket on the couch watching

television. I was completely clueless on what I was doing, but she was helpful by wearing a tank top so I could get my hand under her shirt. Her breasts were large and firm. She was a big boned

girl to begin with and did carry a few extra pounds.

Her skin was fair and smooth. She did not spend time in the sun for she was a redhead and would blister inside of a few minutes. My hand reached her bra, and slid under it to cup her breasts and find her nipple.

I was so erect there was hardly any wiggle room in my pants. I'm not particularly hung, but what was there was as turgid as ever.

My hand was caressing her breast under the bra and the fit must have been too much for her because she took off her bra and released herself. I pulled her tank top up to see them. Wow! Pale, smooth, with erect nipples. I kissed each one.

We laid beside each other with her facing away and me behind her, I slid one hand into her pants and under her underwear. Her pubic hair was soft and full but I had no concept of the female structure. She assisted by putting my fingers where it mattered. Her pussy was really wet. We played for a few minutes but the clock was ticking before her mom returned home, so she grabbed me by the hand and
took me up to her bedroom and closed the door. I disrobed and she got naked and laid on the bed.

It was cold upstairs so we got under the blankets. I sort of knew the mechanics of how the male entered the female, but really was somewhat terrified because as I put my body on hers, the sensation of naked skin was overpowering. I remember her grabbing my virgin penis and guiding it into her pussy. I thrust into her and pulled most of the way out.

My cock lasted exactly 6 strokes before filling her with sperm-filled semen. That first orgasm was spectacular -- there is no denying the profound effect of doing what I had heard and thought about since youth.

Our conversation went something like this:

"You didn't."

"Didn't what?"

"You didn't."

"I'm done."

"What if I get pregnant?"

"You won't!"

One month later she was shopping with her mother at the store and passed out cold on the floor.

She did.

We married the following June and our daughter was born in August. She finished high school after having the baby.

Epilogue:

Our marriage barely lasted 6 years and we had one more child. We have seven grandchildren now; both kids are very successful. The funny part was that I was the oldest member within four generations to have children. I am married a third time. Every November 15 my first ex and I still email each other and wish each other a happy anniversary. All that for six strokes of pleasure!