I think I developed a little later than some others. Not my body. My breasts were fine, maybe a little too much, they actually got in the way some times. Sexually I mean. Here I was eighteen, ready to graduate high school, and I had no sexual experience at all and didn’t even seem to mind. I was into sports and the girls in the locker room talked about sex all the time. And I’m not blind, I read and saw TV and movies and know about sex. And I’ve dated and kissed guys. But for whatever reason, I just never got all turned on about sex. Looking back now, I think I was fortunate.
It was spring. A beautiful day. I went to the river with Jack. So did a lot of our friends. I’d known Jack forever and recently we had dated several times. I realized he liked me and I actually did like him, too. But just as an old friend. I had had to stop him a couple times on dates when he wanted to touch my breasts but he always did and I didn’t think much about it.
I had on an old bathing suit. I realize now it had stretched some and really was too loose. I also realize that my pubic hair probably showed. I’m blonde, my pubic hair is not nearly as full as a lot of the girls I’ve seen in locker rooms, so it probably wasn’t real obvious but I’m sure Jack could see it.
We all swam and fooled around, swinging out on a rope tied to a tree and dropping into the water. Everyone finally started to leave and Jack and I were the last ones. As we walked back to where his car was parked, we went through the playground area of an elementary school. It was the weekend so the school and playground were empty.
There were some swings hanging from a metal pipe, supported at each end by some pipe legs. For no real reason other than I’m athletic and felt good right then, I jumped up and grabbed the pipe and swung back and forth a little. I realize now that, to get some movement going, I probably lifted and spread my legs some and swung them. It wasn’t horribly high at all, my feet were probably less than two feet off the ground if I hung straight.
Then, somehow, Jack was between my legs and my thighs were on his shoulders. I was a little surprised but not too much, it was all just fun. I had to keep holding on to the pipe. If I let go, I would probably fall and in his position he couldn’t really catch me. Then I realized he had his face right up against my bottom. He kissed my thigh and licked right next to where my bathing suit covered my pussy. I was still a little surprised but somehow I also didn’t mind it at all. He used a finger to push my bathing suit to the side and licked my pussy.
I’m hanging from a pipe and he’s licking my pussy. I felt different than I ever had before in my life. I actually wanted him to keep on doing it. It felt great, absolutely great. I think I made a little noise because Jack looked up at me.
“Can I?” he asked.
I just nodded because I wanted him to continue. But I wanted to quit hanging like this. “Can I come down, though?”
He stepped back a little and let my legs drop. He held my waist as I let go of the pipe and dropped to the ground. He put his arms around me and kissed me and somehow moved us so that I was laying on the ground on my back and he was between my legs again, pulling my bathing suit bottom down my legs. And then he had his face back into me and his tongue was licking me and it was terrific. I’d never felt anything like it before in my life.
In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever felt exactly like it again ever. That first time was so amazing. My body reacted in a way that it never had before. I had my first ever orgasm and went a little crazy I think, yelling and grabbing his head and closing my legs on him and locking him against me.
And then he’s up over me, kissing me, and I had another feeling for the first time as he started shoving his cock into me. Actually, I didn’t quite realize what he was doing but I could sure feel it happening. It hurt like hell for a brief moment and I’m sure I screamed. I’m surprised he didn’t stop, he was a really nice guy. But he didn’t. And as it turned out, I was glad he didn’t because I started to have a really terrific feeling as he moved inside me.
I enjoyed the way it felt for a short while and then I realized exactly what was happening. I didn’t want it to stop at all but knew I had to say something. “Don’t cum in me,” I said. “Don’t get me pregnant.”
He kept pushing into me and I continued to like the feel of it all. Then very quickly I could feel him moving and he was out of me and I felt something warm on my stomach. I looked down and could see his cock. A big, red thing and white stuff was erupting out of the end of it and landing on me. I did nothing and I don’t think he did anything until he stopped shooting out stuff onto me. I looked up at him and he was looking at me.
“Are you all right?” he asked. He actually looked worried.
I grinned at him. “Yeah, I’m o.k.”
“I don’t know what came over me,” he said. “I just wanted you so much. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Well, neither have I,” I said. “But actually, I liked it a lot. Maybe we can do that again.”
He pushed his body up some and moved off me and lay on his side, facing me. I ran my fingers through the stuff on my stomach and then wiped them on the grass next to me. I looked at it and used my hand to try and wipe as much of it off as I could and again wiped my hand on the ground. “It’s a little messy, isn’t it?” is all I could think to say.
He looked at me with a very guilty expression on his face. “There’s some blood down there, too,” he said, motioning with a nod of his head to my pussy. I sat up some and looked down.
“When we get to your car, I’ll need to try and clean up some before we go home.” I rolled onto my side to face him. I looked down at his cock. I had never seen a cock before. It was red and sort of wrinkled and not as big as it looked when I saw it before. “I’ve read about this. Your cock has changed a lot since it was in me.” Then I surprised myself and reached over and got a couple fingers to it and felt it some. I kept hold of it and looked at him. “What made you decide to do this now?”
He looked guilty again. “I don’t know, it was like you were shoving your pussy at me. You were hanging on that pipe, swinging back and forth, pumping with your legs, and I could see your pussy. Your bathing suit was hanging loose. And I realized how much I wanted it. And then everything just started happening.” Then he just looked at me for a moment. “You said you liked it. You did? You actually did like it?”
“Yeah, I did. I don’t understand it either. But whatever. I did. If this was ready,” I pulled on his cock a little, “It would be interesting to do it again.”
“Well, I’m sure we can. We’ll just have to wait a little while until I get up again.” He just looks at me. I continue to sort of pull on his cock some, sort of play with it. “I’m glad you’re not mad at me. I probably shouldn’t have done what I did. I sure didn’t want to hurt you. But when I looked at you I just wanted to do something so much.”
“You said you’d never done this before.” I said to him. “You never put your mouth and tongue to a girl’s pussy before?”
“No. Never. I don’t even know exactly why I did that. It’s just you sort of put it in front of me, like you were almost throwing it at me.”
“Well, I loved it. You can do that again any time. I’ve never felt like that before. I’ve read about orgasms but that was my first. Maybe that’s why I feel like I want you in me again. I didn’t have an orgasm from that and I guess I want to. It’s like you turned me on but didn’t satisfy me.” Then I had an idea. If his licking me did so much fort me, maybe I should lick him. I looked down where my hand was playing with his cock. I sort of sat up slightly and moved around some so I could bend over him. I pushed him more onto his back and got my mouth down there. I stuck out my tongue and licked around on the shape that protruded from him. I kissed the end of it. I realized I could get my lips around it and I did that. I sucked about an inch or so of it into my mouth and licked it. Wow, did that work! I could feel it change inside my mouth. I kept licking a little bit then drew my head back so I could look at it. It must have been three times as big as it had been a few seconds before. “I think maybe you’re ready again,” I told him.
I guess he was. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs and lifted my knees and he got in between my legs and pushed against me. He wasn’t in quite the right place so I reached down between our bodies and nudged his cock into the correct place and he pushed some and it started into me. “Oh, yes, that’s it. I love this,” I said. My voice surprised me, it was louder than I expected.
I don’t know how long he kept pushing into me. It felt so good. I got more and more aroused. Whenever he got in the perfect position and his body rubbed on my clit it felt even better. So I slid one hand down in between us to rub my clit as he kept pushing in and out of me. I think I started to go a little crazy. I felt everything even more than I did when he licked me. My insides sort of exploded. I know I yelled. I didn’t know I was doing it but I could hear me. And then he was out and squirting on me again.
“Wow,” he said. “Your insides started to really grab so I could hardly move in you. It really made me cum fast. I’m sorry I got it all over you again but I couldn’t help it.”
I was tired. I was surprised to be tired but it seemed to take a lot out of me. I just smiled at him. “That was fantastic. I think that’s they way it’s supposed to be.”
Later, I tried to wipe his stuff off me with my hand and wipe it onto the grass. Then, back at his car, I put on some shorts and a shirt to just cover it up. We kissed and hugged and he drove me home.
That summer we must have done it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. He must have spent a lot of money on condoms. That Fall I went off to college and so did he, to different places. At college I went on the pill. I probably had sex with a few too many guys for a short while. I was ready to fuck constantly. I also learned to suck cocks. I was with some guys that knew a lot more than I did. But I learned. Then I calmed down and settled for one guy at a time. Although I cheated a little with Jack when we were both at home during vacations. I assume he had other girls, too. I never asked and never will. We’ve both graduated and have talked about maybe getting married. This weekend I think I want to go back to that playground with him. I’ll wear a skirt. A short skirt. And no panties.