Tell your Story - Your first sexual intercourse.
Warrior15
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It's the Fall semester of my 2nd year in college. So I'm 19 years old. By then I had had a few hand jobs and several dry humps. But no cock in vagina intercourse. I don't think I had even had a blow job at this point yet. My fraternity has a Mixer with a local sorority. It was a hay ride mixer. Lots of kegs of beer were flowing. It was in a field just outside of town. The farmer had a tractor pulling a wagon that had a few bails of hay on it.
I met SW right when I got there. She smiled at me and I smiled back. There was obvious interest from both of us. But I'm too fucking shy to know what to say to her. We exchange maybe 3 sentences back and forth in an attempt to create a conversation but I failed miserably. So I relegate myself to talking to my buddies while looking over at the girls. SW and I have eye contact every once in a while, but I"m too shy to go back up and talk to her.
Then the tractor and trailer come by. The trailer can only hold about 10 people at a time with with 80 people in attendance at this party. It was probably 10pm at this point, dark outside now, and I had maybe 3-4 beers in me. My confidence was growing. So I grab SW by the hand and say " Lets go for a ride " She says OK and we hop on the trailer. We almost immediately start making out on the ride. They wanted to let every one have a chance to get on the ride, so each ride only lasted about 15 minutes and we were getting off.
I didn't want the making out to end, so as we got off the trailer we walked away from the crowd. This field was probably 100 acres and had several bushes and trees on its. So we found a very private spot just a few steps away. Or at least we thought it was private. At this point, I didn't care. My sex drive was in full gear. We were tearing each others clothes off right there. When I penetrated her, it was the best feeling I had ever had in my entire life. Oh, my. The warmth of having my penis inside that moist vagina.
After about 5 minutes of pumping, SW says " don't come inside me ". Panic set in. I had not put one thought into birth control until that moment. But I keep going. Luckily, I did pull out just at the right moment. We put our clothes back on, and joined the rest of the group. We were maybe 50 feet from a large gathering of people while we were going at it. I was hooked at that point. I wanted to do that fucking thing again and again.
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I met SW right when I got there. She smiled at me and I smiled back. There was obvious interest from both of us. But I'm too fucking shy to know what to say to her. We exchange maybe 3 sentences back and forth in an attempt to create a conversation but I failed miserably. So I relegate myself to talking to my buddies while looking over at the girls. SW and I have eye contact every once in a while, but I"m too shy to go back up and talk to her.
Then the tractor and trailer come by. The trailer can only hold about 10 people at a time with with 80 people in attendance at this party. It was probably 10pm at this point, dark outside now, and I had maybe 3-4 beers in me. My confidence was growing. So I grab SW by the hand and say " Lets go for a ride " She says OK and we hop on the trailer. We almost immediately start making out on the ride. They wanted to let every one have a chance to get on the ride, so each ride only lasted about 15 minutes and we were getting off.
I didn't want the making out to end, so as we got off the trailer we walked away from the crowd. This field was probably 100 acres and had several bushes and trees on its. So we found a very private spot just a few steps away. Or at least we thought it was private. At this point, I didn't care. My sex drive was in full gear. We were tearing each others clothes off right there. When I penetrated her, it was the best feeling I had ever had in my entire life. Oh, my. The warmth of having my penis inside that moist vagina.
After about 5 minutes of pumping, SW says " don't come inside me ". Panic set in. I had not put one thought into birth control until that moment. But I keep going. Luckily, I did pull out just at the right moment. We put our clothes back on, and joined the rest of the group. We were maybe 50 feet from a large gathering of people while we were going at it. I was hooked at that point. I wanted to do that fucking thing again and again.
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I had a 1958 Pontiac Super Chief which had a huge couch like front seat. I had taken a gal from work out to a movie. I was 18 and she was 20 and far more experienced than I we made out, got a little tongue action, I reached up under her shirt and bra.
I didn’t see her slide her shorts off and when she took my dick out I thought it’d be a HJ but she pushed me back and mounted me. I had no clue as to how to handle things and came in about a minute.
That was in 1964 and I can’t remember her name. I remember her being slim, quite plain and small tits.
She worked in a production line and I was a shipping/receiving clerk. About a week after that she left her bench and came to get me off the loading dock and we went into a storeroom and she blew me & swallowed the evidence.
I had a steady girl friend who was s junior in high school and had huge tits which I fondled and sucked on but nothing below the waist. Her family had just moved to Wisconsin ( she was selected to be Miss Teenage Wisconsin) and I would have save a stack of quarters to call her from a phone booth (a 1/2 hr would be more than $10.00 while I was getting $1.35 an hour.
It was a very different world with many good things that we’ve lost and some things that are better gone.
She already had a reputation with her nick name of BJ (her initials) and she said that she’d been sucking cock since the eighth grade but at 15 was a virgin. She was jealous of the cheering captain so she and the football captain went to a spot in the woods behind the school. It was a warm day and there were some big pieces of cardboard on the ground. She pleaded with the guy to fuck her and she said he was pretty rough but once he got going she said ,” It hurt so good”. She told me that he did pull out and spoofed all over her stomach and she even felt some hit her face.
Of course the guy told everyone and she used it as an excuse to quit school. She just started meeting another older guy who introduced her to heroin and as she once said, “that guy taught her how to give great head.”
All these years later, only remember the excitement of the sex and the disappointment at getting dumped so quickly.
She was a religious and wanted to save herself until marriage but she liked to push the boundaries of physical contract.
One day out of blue she told me she wanted me to her first and we decided to do it at Prom.
While at the hotel after a heavy make out and groping session, she said she could not go through with it.
We tried again a week later but again she could not go through with it.
I was convinced it was not going to happen and stopped even discussing it.
One day she invites me over her house when her parents were out of town, she takes me up to her room, we start making out and then starts undressing me and plays with junior.
This time she was able to go through it, while I was estatic it was happening, it was a hurried and clumsy.
She tried a bbbj, we attempted Cg, K9, and mish and though I was able to finish, more likely because I was 17 getting laid than the actual sex.
It was a mixed bag. Bareback, not the smartest thing, but it was spur of the moment backseat in parked car. Felt great sliding into her, she was so wet, but what killed the mood was she stank to holy hell! I mean that smell didn't leave the car for days and nearly turned me off to women.
On the plus side, the BBBJ was great and I came in her mouth. She didn't even care that she was sucking her own rancid juices since we fucked first.
A week and a half in, I decided to explore the nightlife. Went to a club and saw these two girls: one looked good, but the other was much more attractive. For some reason I approached the less attractive girl - who, again, looked quite nice in her own right. We danced together to a couple of songs and then she went to get something to drink. Ran into her again and danced a little more before she stepped off the floor again.
At the end of the night we ran across each other and she asked what I was doing. I told her I had no plans and she asked if I wanted to head out with her. Silly trusting me didn't even think about the possibility of her setting me up for a robbery and just followed her to her friend's apartment - yup, same friend she was with. We talked a little bit in the living room and her friend gave her a blanket. She brought it over, we started making out, and it was on.
It was a crime.
I was the “victim.”
At first I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It was more than a year later before I realized I had been taken for a ride by a heartless woman who didn’t give a rat’s ass about me or my feelings.
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Na I was 18 or 19. Which at the time felt 250 years without sex. No super exciting story although at the time it very much was for me. I was just studying with this busty blonde chick. She was kind of nerdy but had a killer thic body looking back on it.
That summer I was not working, and I got to spend many weekday afternoons with her at her parents' house. Her parents both worked during the day, way across town, but her live-in grandparents were always there to "chaperone" us. Hah! Grandpa couldn't speak any English (barely spoke at all), moved at slower than a snail's pace, and spent every afternoon out on the front porch, practically glued into a lawn chair, smoking cigars. Grandma was a bit more mobile, but was hard of hearing and probably legally blind. At one point I had my girlfriend, who was wearing a wrap-around muumuu and nothing else, up on the kitchen counter with her legs spread a bit, and I was eating her out when Grandma walked in. Grandma was not too happy, but because her eyesight was so bad, and she had come into the kitchen only seeing my girlfriend from the back, she told my girlfriend in no uncertain terms -- in her native Italian -- that we "shouldn't be kissing." Holy shit, that was close!
Well, being smart and conniving teenagers with raging hormones, we figured out exactly what we could do, when, and where in the house and managed to fuck the summer away. Birth control? She regularly stole condoms from her father's stash! She was *so* afraid of getting pregnant that she insisted I wear *two* condoms (they were called "rubbers" back then), and I didn't mind because, hey, I was a 15-year-old in seventh heaven on a near-daily basis.
That was 50 years ago. Out of the blue about 10 or 15 years ago, though both of us were married to other people (still are) and living 1,000 miles apart, she reached out to me. I had occasion to be back in the Midwest, so we hooked up at her house while her husband was working, way across town. We recreated the kitchen counter scene (sans Grandma, of course) along with everything else. She was still a great fuck -- and this time I was bareback. Ahhh...
Not directed at anyone. Just messin' around.
Luckily, we were fast learners, and by the time the wedding rolled around, we had achieved "expert" status, lol.
My first time coming in a woman's mouth was as good or better. I still prefer a good blowjob to intercourse even to today.