Our houses were separated by a narrow lane way that ran behind the rear of the properties to allow access to back yards in the early days. The lanes provided quick access between the streets and houses. That summer was long and hot and like my friends, I spent most of my time at the local pool. This also provided me plenty of opportunity to talk to my crush and get some physical contact from horsing around in the pool. After a week or so we began sharing the walk home from the pool and he eventually asked me into his house to listen to a new band album. His Mum was nice and gave us cold drinks to take into his yard. They had built a studio type of room in their rear yard. This had been fitted out as a recreation room for the boy and his older brother, with the stuff their parents had upgraded from; the old Hi Fi, TV, and furniture. It was private and comfy in a dilapidated and messy kind of way. It was a teenage haven with a 'parents not welcome' air about it and his mother rarely seemed to attend to it.
This became a daily hangout for the boy and me, the lane way between our houses providing a quick access into his yard. We very soon progressed to kissing and fondling on the couch and I revelled in the wonderful sexual tension that gripped me when he rubbed my breasts and put his hands inside my pants. I loved the feeling and, until he learned how to make me orgasm, I used to go to my room immediately I got home and rub myself to relief. He was soon taking his cock out and having me rub it for him. I wasn't terribly good at it in the beginning so he started putting his hand around the outside of mine and moving it the way he liked. I remember the first time he ejaculated in my hand. The warmth and the visual delight of the head spurting its creamy stream.
I felt so mentally aroused by this powerful image I knew I wanted to see it again, over and over. He was more than happy to oblige over the next weeks and Baby Oil became our best friend. I developed such a high state of arousal rubbing his cock that my pussy would leak and I would orgasm easily when he fingered me again. I was surprised at how soon he would be hard again after his orgasm and wanting another tug. This became my favourite thing and we sprayed his stuff at every opportunity.
We used to lie on each other and he would rub his cock between my pussy lips. I can still remember the first time he lodged his cock firmly at the entrance to my vagina and the intense urge I felt to push onto it. Only my fear of pregnancy stopped me from letting him inside. We fooled around like this every day, only interrupted occasionally by his brother when he came in to listen to music or watch a TV program. He was a nice guy too, and they both got on well. I would sit on my boyfriends lap and he would have sneaky feels of my tits. I could feel his cock hard under my bum. If his brother overstayed, a staring frown and flick of the head from my boyfriend usually saw him get the hint and leave us alone.
One beautiful afternoon my boyfriend coaxed me into taking him in my mouth. My initial hesitancy gave way to one of the most powerful sensations I had yet experienced. His cock, hard, yet soft on the head felt like nothing I could ever have imagined. Having his cock in my mouth released the most powerful and primal urges. My pussy flooded with my juices and I orgasmed with the most powerful contractions when he fingered me while I was sucking him. This quickly became a new regular routine. I thought nothing could be better than this most sexually powerful feeling, until the day I was sucking him and he held my head down firmly while he spurted into my mouth. The warm liquid sliding over my tongue and filling my cheeks, forcing its way down and out of the corner of my lips.
I never, ever, had a gag reflex. I bobbed my head up and down, releasing his cum to dribble back down his cock and didn't stop until he eased the pressure on my head and stopped me.
"Too sensitive" he said.
I wiped my mouth on his tee shirt and he asked me if I liked it.
"Loved it", was all I could say as I didn't then have the words to explain the depth of erotic feeling that it had created in me.
This now became my new favourite thing and I was eager to offer it at every opportunity.
I was ready for fucking and desperately wanted to feel him inside me. He was badgering me to 'just put it in' for a while. I asked him to get condoms. He wasn't sure how, and said he'd be embarrassed to try and buy them. They didn't come from vending machines or supermarkets twenty-seven years ago and were pharmacy supply only. He promised that he would get some.
Two days later, he produced a ribbon of three condoms from his jeans and waved them at me. I jumped on him and kissed and squeezed him with all my might. This was it. We could fuck. I would feel his cock push into me. He would spray his stuff while inside of me. I was giddy with the thought and the anticipation. We worked out a time the next day when we wouldn't be disturbed by his brother while he was at sport. I was so excited, I sucked his cock with a special vigour, sucking it hard and pushing down on it until it hit my throat.
I was consumed by this feeling of sex, sex ,sex, wanting to feel him spurting in my mouth and resisting the urge to bite this beautiful thing plunging into my mouth. I was lost in it and felt in a dream like state when his cock started emptying his contents into my mouth. I pushed down hard on it feeling it press against the back of my throat until my nose pushed into his body. His hands held the back of my head while I felt his warmth shooting into my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, sliding my tongue under his cock and rolling his semen to the back of my throat to drink. He stayed my head when he had finished and looked down at me with a look I had not seen before. I could not make it out, but I felt very special and wanted. I savored the semen residue in my mouth and thought about the gulps I had swallowed. I decided it was nice. I rolled onto my back and hiked my skirt up. When he was looking at my crotch I pulled my pants aside and said
“tomorrow, in here”.
I went to his house early the next day. I had practically beaten a path up the lane way. His brother was in the studio so I had to go up to the house. I made small talk with his Mum while I waited for him. When he came down she made some dumb gags about us wearing out the Hi Fi, or the couch. I looked at her for clues about whether she knew we were making out down there. We grabbed drinks from the fridge and headed down. His brother was lying on the floor listening to music but soon left for his sport. He gave my boyfriend an elbow jab to the arm on his way out but the message went past me.
One thing I had decided was that I wanted us both to be naked for this first time. I wanted to feel his skin on my skin. We sat on the couch and kissed, rubbed, bra off, sucked, jeans off, stroked, pants off, fingered, until we were naked and locked together. I rolled us off the couch onto the floor and took his cock in my mouth, wanting to feel what I had yesterday. I pushed down until it lodged against my throat and my nose was pressed to his belly. He groaned and held my head again and I felt his desire to empty himself in my mouth again. I pulled off and took a condom. I placed it over the head of his cock and rolled it down to the bottom then pulled him over on top of me. I splayed my legs and pulled my knees up while I kissed him with all my passion.
I felt his cock poking at me. I held it and rubbed it up and down between my lips and circled my clitoris with it like I had done so many times before. I wanted it so badly. I pushed it down into my entrance and rolled my hips up further. He pushed it against me and I could feel him making headway. I put my arms around his shoulders and pulled him to me. His head was in the crook of my neck, one hand behind my head and the other lifting my arse as he jogged into me. I felt his knob pushing into me. It didn’t hurt much probably due to all the fingering in the past weeks. What was so different was the incredible feeling of fullness I had. When I thought he must be all the way in, he would push in some more, withdraw a bit and push in more. He soon started a continuous fucking, his hips slapping into mine. My pussy was leaking down into my arse. I felt him grunting and breathing heavily against my neck and his hand under my arse lifted me higher off the floor as he thrashed in and out of me while he emptied himself. I held him tight, elated in the knowing that I, my body, my pussy, my cunt, had made this boy empty himself inside me. I felt so good, powerful, passionate, worthy, needed, and sexual. It was glorious.
I held and kissed him while he regained his breath. I pulled his cock out and rolled him off me. I wanted to see his cock with the condom on and all his cum inside it. I played and squeezed at it while he went soft and then pulled the condom off and looked at all the cum dribble out onto his balls. I rubbed it and smelt it, picking up the rubber condom smell. Quickly, he wiped his finger in it and rubbed it on my cheek. I wiped my finger in the semen and sucked it. It was still nice. I rubbed the rest around his balls and made a wonderful discovery that would serve me well all my life. If you keep rubbing semen into skin, it eventually dries and disappears.
The next morning I lay in bed thinking about it. Had I really done it? Joy! I slipped my hand down to my ‘new’ pussy and poked it a bit. It wasn’t sore, but it felt like it had done some work. We fucked again that afternoon, and the next day. I was loving it and had a reasonable orgasm at the third try. We had opened up a new intimacy and we now played with each other in new ways. He was enthralled by kneeling in front of the couch and pulling my pussy lips apart to look inside them and look at my vagina while he fingered it. This is when I encouraged him to kiss it and he progressed to giving me a proper licking.