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Met Susan while she was shopping with her Mom at the Mall in a Sterns. (Not sure why i was in a Sterns at the time, but i was) She was about 5' tall with 34D cups and smoking face. Anyway, my fondest memories were hanging out in her basement at her house while going down on her with her best friends in the room, Danielle and I cannot remeber her other friends name but they will come up as number 2&3 as i had them both too at the same time, but that is later.
Susan and I were both inexperienced, i was of the mindset that if a penis went inside, my tongue should too. How many days i had a scratched up tongue from the front of my teeth, the bottom of my tongue white, raw and sore. Our first time was durind truth or dare, her friends dared us to have sex, so we went into the bathrooms, layed on the floor and i tried to put it in, Now i had masturbated before, and this did not feel anything like that, it was a weird, am i inside her feeling, not a firm gripping feeling like my hand. Needless to say, it bent, and would not fit, untill after fumbling around, I got it to slide past her tight walls and in. I got maybe five or six good strokes, allthough i did cum, and we were kinda freaked out, so we said we needed rubbers. We stopped, and discussed doing it with "profalactics" as we called them half jokingly.
She wrote me a letter about going totally all the way with "profalactics", but she left the letter out on her desk where her Mother found it. Her mother was not ammused that we joked about sex, and condoms, so she forbid her to see me, let me tell you. I only saw her once more a few months later after riding my bike by her house because she lived a town over and i did not drive. It was a real heartbreaker. The oppurtunity to play with those big titties and tight body slipped away......