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The night I lost my virginity.
The night I lost my virginity.
First times are always memorable. I still remember clearly the first time I got a good look at a grown woman's genitals (in a porno mag at scout camp); The first time I saw them in real life (with co-workers at a strip club); The first time a woman allowed me to touch her there (my wife, if you exclude pre-pubescent fumblings with my pre-teen classmates); The first time I had sex (with the lady who is now my wife); The first time I really fucked (cheating on my wife with a lady I met on AdultFriendFinder). The one I feel like writing about today is the day I lost my virginity, with the lady who would become my wife.
We had been dating, almost daily, for several months before she even let me touch her sexually. Since she was the first real girlfriend I ever had, I thought that was normal. Eventually she allowed me to caress her breasts, and then one memorable evening let my fingers explore between her legs. After caressing her intimate folds through the fabric of her knickers for several minutes, I gently lifted the edge and slipped my fingers underneath. The next night she let me remove her panties completely, but it would still be some time before I finally got what I wanted.
Finally, almost a month after our first erotic fumblings she was ready. We were both naked, and I was about to bury my tongue in her moist snatch when she surprised me by suggesting that we go into my bedroom instead. We lay together on the bed for a while kissing, my stiff cock rubbing against the warm wet folds of her labia. Unable to resist, I moved my pelvis gently, rubbing my head along her entrance. She pushed back slightly, almost imperceptably, and I became aware that the very tip of my dick was pushing not along the outside of her quim, but right at her entrance. I pushed slightly harder, and she drew a deep breath as if I were hurting her. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to be inside her so badly, but I didn't want to hurt her either. When I told her that, she told me that she wanted me as badly as I wanted her, and she knew that it might hurt this time but that it got better the more you did it.
I didn't need a second invitation. Pushing more firmly, I eased inside her. She winced with the pain, but then relaxed as she felt me move deeper inside. Slowly, I started to pull out ready for another thrust. I didn't want to cum too quickly, because that would mean it was over. I sank my shaft inside her again. Once more she winced in pain, but made it clear that she wanted me to continue. In my aroused state I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. Sure enough it took just a few more thrusts until I felt my penis throb and pulse as it spewed semen inside her. All I could think was "Damn, that felt good", and "When can I do it again?". Fortunately for me, it seemed (at least for the next three months or so) that she had enjoyed it and wanted to do it again too.