First Time Sex Stories #1: One Fresh Spring Morning (bg, 1st, cons)
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.