Losing My Virginity SeXStoRY

This is a story about me losing my virginity. A man's take (or at least my take) on a momentous occasion. I'm sure it is different for a woman, but I was filled with apprehension my first time....scared and thrilled at the same time. Although it was 44 years ago, it's remarkably clear in my mind. It's not just girls...guys never forget their first, either. This account is exactly as I remember it, without any revisions or embellishments. I remember the Summer of '66 as if it were yesterday. You see, that's the year I officially lost my virginity. I guess I was what you'd call a late bloomer. Not that I wanted to be, you understand. Oh, I'd finger fucked a few pussies, seen and played with my fair share of tits...hell, I'd even gotten my dick sucked by a few guys on different occasions that lived in my neighborhood and were into that sort of thing. I never considered it as "engaging in a homosexual act"...after all, they were 'queer', I wasn't. That justified it in my mind at the time. Nossir, what I really had my eye set on was sinking my hard meat into a soft, squishy pussy and pumping her so full of cum it'd be running out of her ears! Anyway, I was lying in the grass with my friend Mark in front of a trailer park...just hanging out, so to speak. As boys often do, we were talking about girls and pussy and who we'd like to fuck. Just then, a car pulled out of the park...it was a big car, like an Oldsmobile or a Buick, and behind the wheel was a pretty blonde woman. She leaned out the window and asked, "You boys wanna ride?" Having nothing better to do we both said, "Sure!" Another adventure...and, as it turned out, one I'd never forget. Mark got in the backseat and I slid into the front, next to my gorgeous driver. As this was before bucket seats were commonplace, the seat went all the way across. Closing the door I sat back and put my arm out the window, ready to go wherever she wanted to take us. She was looked gorgeous, to me, sitting behind the wheel with her shoulder length hair blowing in the wind. Her eyes were brown and she wore a light green cotton sundress and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Nice rack, I thought....about a 36D or somewhere around there. That dress clung to her like a vine on a trellis. It was knee length or a little above and I kept hoping the wind in the car would blow it up so I could 'catch a shot'', but it never did. She told us her name was June. June drove Mark and I all over Port Arthur. She had a cooler filled with ice and beer in the back seat and told us to help ourselves. And help ourselves we did. I think Mark and I both put down a six pack that afternoon. And June had cigarettes.. There were cigarettes on the seat, under the seat, in the glove compartment...she had cigarettes everywhere. Mark and I were chain smoking like a condemned man before his execution. Then Mark said he wanted to go home. So, June took him home. Now it was just her and , as it should have been from the start. I mean, after all, she did most of the talking to me, right? And it was me on the front seat sitting next to her, wasn't it? She was MY WOMAN Dammit! Relishing my newly aquired importance I was languishing there on the seat and I felt about two inches off it. Suddenly, June burst my bubble. "Hon", she said, 'I have to take you home now, too". "But why", I implored. "Because I have to get ready", she replied. "Unless you don't want to be with me later", she pouted. "Oh...uh...I...um...Sure!" I relplied sheepishly. She dropped me off in front of my house, but before I got out of the car, she kissed me. Right smack full on the lips. There wasn't any tongue involved but it wasn't a mother's kiss, either. I was about to learn what passion was all about. We agreed that she would pick me up about 6 p.m. Time to get ready! What should I wear. I guessed jeans and a nice shirt would be right. And my special pair of Beatle boots. Yep, the boots would do it. Imported from England, the hot spot of the day, I'd spent twenty dollars on them...an extra half inch on the half inch heel would make me stand even taller than my usual 6 feet and the brushed suede texture was classy, right? I sure thought so at the time. Time to shower and shave...I used my Aramis liquid soap, paying special attention to 'down there'...I mean, who knows what could happen? I might get lucky? Right on time at 6 p.m. June was at my house waioting in the driveway for me. Little did she know I'd been ready for about 15 minutes, just standing in the living room peeking out the window to see if she was there yet. As I got into her car and closed the door I asked where we would be going. "I thought we might go to the movies. Is that okay?', she asked. "Sure", I replied. "Whatever you wanna do". I was hoping she was gonna pay for it since she invited me to go out and, besides, I was just a k**, fresh out of school,, horny as hell and I only had about three dollars in my pocket. We wound up at the drive-in, one of only two in the area, but by far the better venue. June had brouight some fried chicken and some BBQ ribs for us to munch on...she said she didn't like the stuff at the snack bar and the lines were always too long so she usually brought something instead. I don't remember the movie...I don't think a movie was what June had on ner mind. As soon as we got to our parking place and got the speaker inside the window, all thoughts of a movie or chicken and ribs went right out the rolled up windows. June leaned over right away and kissed me...a long, tongue probing kiss. When we finally broke away, both of us breathing heavily, she said., "I've been wanting to do that since the first time I laid eyes on you". Then she put her hand between my legs and started massaging my cock through my jeans. "Feels like he needs some air", she commented, and proceeded to unzip me and frree my dick from its confines. True to life, my 18 year old cock was at full attention, its helmuted head throbbing proudly as she gripped the shaft. She lowered her head and took me in her mouth and the warm, wet tongue that lapped hungrily at my dick made my manhood even harder. Suddenly, she stopped sucking me off and said, "I'll bet you'd like to see some of this, huh?" and she raised the hem of that cotton dress to show me she wasn't wearing any panties. The sight that greeted me was wonderful....just a small amount of hair where it should be...in the traditional triangle shape, obviously trimmed and dark brunette in color. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! I just knew I was gonna get some pussy tonight. I reached down to rub my fingers up and down her slit, while closing my eyes I leaned in for a kiss. We kissed and I fingered and she jacked me for about an hour or more. I was 'hard as Chinese algebra' and she was sitting in a puddle of her own juice. "Where can we go?", she asked. "Gee, I dunno", I replied. I hadn't considered that I'd have to find a place to go fuck. "Lemme think". Then it came to me. My house. My driveway. My parents usually went to bed early and, since it was afer 10, they'd be asl**p and we could make-out all we wanted to in her car in my diveway. Pulling in very quietly, she shut the motor off and turned to me. "Are you sure about this?" she wondered. "Itll be fine...you'll see". I wasn't going to be cheated out of losing my cherry tonight. Hell, I'd have done it on the front lawn at noon if I had to. Both of us crawled into the back seat. June raised her dress up to give me a close, clear view of her Magic Valley. While I stared at her fur patch I notyiced I could see her moist slit through the hair. I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans and put them down around my knees. I moved forward for another kiss, all the while rubbing her cunt. As she stroked my dick she said, "Why don't you put this in me?" Holy shit. The time had come. I was going to lose my virginity. Could I really do this? I had no experience other than what I'd heard some of the other boys talk about. But most of all, could I satisfy her? Even at that tender age I was concerned that she receive as much pleasure as I did. She spread her legs for me and guided my throbbing man-muscle to her waiting love box. As I sank into her depths it felt wonderful...everything I had imagined and more. As I moved in and out of her I noticed her pubic hair mingling with mine everytime our bodies met..And her mound bunping against mine was enough to put me on the brink. We'd been screwing for about 10 minutes and I announced, "I'm gonna cum!" "Cum inside me", she said. And that's just what I did. Spurt after spurt of thick, creamy white cum went straight up her hole as I shuddered in orgasm. It looked like she was cumming, too, because she trembled, literally shook as I was filling her with my seed. She had her eyes closed for the entire incident. The trembling stooped and she finally opened her eyes she had a glazed look...like she'd just awakened from a coma. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "That's the best orgasm I've had in years!" "It was great for me, too", I added. "Should you be getting home?" I asked. June had told me earlier that she was married, that he wasn't giving her "any", and that he usually finished his shift at the plant aroiuind 11 p.m. Since it was now 11:15 I didn't want her to get into trouble. "Nah", she said. "I'm already late and in trouble and he's going to beat the shit out of me when I get home. We might as well make the best of it". So, I fucked her twice more, She came both times, as did I. Right there in my diveway in the back seat of her car. After the third time, she said it was time for her to leave. As I got out I realized the car reeked of sex...the smell was unmistakable, the scent that emanated from her vehicle was passion unleashed. Unfortunately, that passion was all over the seats...cum and pussy juice literally coated both the front and back seats. I went around to the drivers side and bent down and kissed June. "I hope you know this was a one-time thing. We'll never fuck again and you won't see me ever again". "Uh...June", I said. "I feel I need to tell you something. I've never been with a woman before...not in that way. You were my first", I stammered. She looked me right in the eye and said, "I certainly wasn't disapointed. That's one fine dick you've got there". I was thrilled! Not only had I gotten some pussy and finally, finally lost my virginity, but I had satisfied an older woman...a woman who apparently was quite familiar with the male member and she had just given me the ultimate compliment...I knew how to fuck. My very first time. As I stood in the driveway I watched her tail lights fade in the distance as she drove away...and what she had said kept echoing in my mind..."You'll never see me again"..."We'll never fuck again"..."That's one fine dick you've got". I went back the next day where I'd first met June but I didn't see her. And I went back the day after that and the day after that. True to her word I never did see June again. I hope her husband didn't beat her too badly. I had gotten some of what had been his. According to her, he didn't want it so that justified it in my mind at the time. I've never forgotten June, my fist sexual encountter onf any importance. It didn't mean that much to her, but it was ecstacy for me. At 18 years old, I'd finally lost my cherry.

losing my virginity SeXStoRY

true story about losing my virginity - for the second time. I was pleasantly surprised when I met Brian. It was rare to blindly meet and find that they didn't lie about themselves over the phone. He was a tall, dirty blond with a lean frame and nice toned arms coming from his fitted white t-shirt. He had been totally upfront about who he was - and total party boy. I'm always attracted to confident guys and he had this in abundance. He was very sure of himself – a total turn on for me. There's a subtle seduction in someone saying: “This is who I am. Deal with it.” I tried to do the same when I described myself: A cute, curvy, African-American girl with almonds-shaped brown eyes - someone who loved life and wanted to experience all that I could. I didn't want anyone to think they were getting Halle Berry. But I was okay with my thickness and who I was. It was silly to pretend to be someone I wasn't. It was at an unusual time in my life. Remembering now, it was like another person, living another life. I had been living a celibate life. I considered myself a born-again virgin being that I was a born-again Christian. It had been so damn long since I had done co-ed push-ups that I was sure my hymen had grown back, that my cherry and un-popped (re-popped?!). I did not have sex, by choice, because of my strong religious beliefs, with the goal of waiting until I was married. This lasted years. Yes, a plural number of years - more than one year, more than two...I won't even tell you how long because you won't believe it. I don't even believe it and I was there! I wasn't a total dud or a nun. I did go on dates and was living a pretty decent life. My dates were only guys in my church who had the same beliefs. So essentially we avoided pretty much any situation that could offer TEMPTATION. I had gotten serious a couple of times and nothing worked out with each guy leaving the church life in turn. So I essentially went a long time not even KISSING anyone. I survived by what I called my two “Na'tions” – my imaginaTION and good old masturbaTION. But even that was a little tainted as my church believed that even masturbation was wrong. So when I did it I had to make it good because it would have to last until my next “weak” moment. But let's go back to my meeting with Brian. He was not religious in any way, a plus because I didn't want judgment. We talked over the phone a few times. And had nearly met a couple of times before. Now finally we were standing outside his house, in a rich suburb outside of Chicago, checking each other out. It was one of those lovely, warm summer nights with the sweet night air blowing, the moon bright in the sky and amorous intentions in the air. “You're really pretty,” he was saying, obviously relieved. I could relate. I was thankful to be actually attracted to the person behind the voice. A sort of conversation and interview proceeded. We both were a little nervous, I more than him. There was a nice tension that was building between us and thankfully, meeting in person hadn't changed it. We clearly were as attracted to each other as we were speaking on the phone. Gradually he closed the physical gap between us, but still it seemed sudden when he crushed me against his car with his lean body, caressed my face, and kissed me Just a kiss, right? But it had been literally years since I've been kissed. Since I had kissed someone. Since my tongue felt the slippery pressure of another seeking it. Since another tongue jostled with mine for dominance in a need for satisfaction . No, it wasn't just a kiss, it was an epic visceral event for me. “So what are you wearing?” This question would always come up. It was predictable to a point where it was funny and I wouldn't get offended anymore. “You have a nice voice.” This was another one that was familiar. “So you wanna meet?” Joining a phone chat line was an interesting experience. It was an experiment for my curious nature and just something different to do. I wanted to meet people who were not in my circle of church friends. If I happen to meet just the right guy I would take it further. Brian's body pressed against mine as he greeted my mouth, and in the most perfect way. It was a sweet, deep and sensual kiss. It was delicious, and my hungry little mouth wanted more. I felt tormented by the indulgence of his touch along my curves. It was like getting a piece of bread after going hungry for weeks. Or like drinking Gatorade after a long period of dehydration. My body sank into his, soaked him up in the most unrestrained way. He had no clue what he was doing to me – or maybe he did – considering what happened next. I felt greedy for more of him and more of his hands on my body. We found ourselves inside of his car. I remember having no intention of going as far as things eventually went. There was more kissing on my juicy lips, more manna to my mouth. His hand left my back and made a trail of goosebumps up my side and caressed my breast through my shirt. Not satisfied, he untucked my shirt, caressed my stomach and moved up until he connected with breast, tweaked nipple through my bra with a circling of his thumb. I was pretty much totally surrendered at this point. My super sensitive nipples were, are, my weakness. If touched just the right way, they are a direct line to crotch. Their like tiny buzzers, that when manipulated, would let permit any visitor into the building. He pretty much had me at this point. Outside of the occasional hand-holding and hugs, I hadn't been touched in a long time. I hadn't been felt-up like this or gotten this kind of intense attention in so very long. I felt a wave of shock when he gripped the round mocha scoops of naked breasts. My stiff nipples dug into his palms. “The girls” were used to only my touch on those many occasions when I had to take care of myself. Now they were humbled by a pair of strong male hands. He dragged his mouth down the thin flesh of my throat and with a dip his head under my top, his mouth eagerly found and kissed my tits. This was another sensation I had missed, that hot mouth, moist and hungry around my tender dark raisin nips. And while he sucked, licked and lapped at my tits, his hand was stroking the crotch of my pants. My legs instinctively opened wider and he undid my zipper and I squirmed from his heated touch. I had been passive until about here. I ran my hand under his shirt and raked my fingers over his chest and down his stomach, enjoying the taut and soft hairy feel of a man's body. Ever the gentlemen, Brian undid his fly for me and then went back to attending my boobs and pussy. He buried his hands down my pants until he fingers were making contact with my freshly shaven and now thoroughly wet pussy. I gasped at the jolt of pleasure as he targeted and aggressively cuddled my plump clit. My hips joined in with his stroking rhythm as he played my lonely, neglected little cunt, giving it some much deserved attention. My own fingers were busy clutching the length of his wonderful hard-on. It had been awhile but like the saying goes, it was like riding a bicycle. But still, I was amazed that I was stroking a hard dick and that I was on a brink of having sex with someone. Brian was heavy, breathing into my ear, begging me to cum as he continued to finger me, his fingers moving in and out of my keyhole . It didn't take long before I was reaching that end, cumming hard against his hand, whimpering and moaning into his mouth. I opened my eyes after being carried away on high seas of an orgasm, and in the moonlit car I could see that he seemed nearly as pleased as I was. Nearly. He slid his cum soaked hand from my saturated cunt and sucked my juices from his fingers with zeal. “You taste sweet.” “You mean slang for good?” “No literally, sweet.” Okay, I don't remember exactly how that conversation went but he did verify that I literally tasted sweet to him. That was about the time when he lost his shit, and he went from lustful calm to a frustrated urgency. A condom came out of nowhere, and he climbed on me with as much grace as he could in the confinement of the car. His pants went down, mine went down a little more and he was driving his steely hard dick into my permissive pussy. Tight from a long time of disuse, I'm sure it felt like virgin pussy, born-again virgin pussy. The strain of my walls being stretched was welcomed, the rush of being filled astonishing. And to have the weight of a partner on me, to be pleasing someone in that way, and to be getting my own jollies, and not by own hand, was joyous. Every feeling of guilt, wrongdoing, shame was gone in these moments and replaced with rapturous delight. Sexual healing is a real, legit thing. And frankly, getting hot and sweaty, while getting fucked hard really took the pain away, if only for a short-term. Every good thing comes to end and soon Brian was having one of his happiest, cumming hard and making me laugh when he broke into a sort of silly laughter over what we had just done. I still wonder if he had this all planned – seeing how far he could go, how far I would let him get away with, maybe not expecting me to go quite so far on our first meeting. I spoke to Brian a couple of times after that but it was basically a one-night stand, my first actually! I had surprised myself that night. I wasn't totally done with the religious life just yet. But this night was an important step, an important beginning. Don't ask me about part two, because I didn't write this.