1. My First Time (Spacing Corrected)


    Date: 9/7/2017, Categories: True Story, Author: firstimewonder, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

    handed it to me to look at. I was amazed at the amount of liquid in the rubber! After a while, I handed it back to him, wondering what he would do with it. He casually tossed it out the window, then turned and kissed me again. He was still sitting there with his pants nearly on the floor. I was fascinated at how this formidable thing of a few minutes ago was rather sedate and harmless looking. I couldn't help but touch it once again, fascinated at how soft and smooth it not felt. Dean made a comment that puzzled me. "It sure is a relief not to hurt all the time we are together." “What do you mean?” I asked. “Uh, well, when I am with you and get really hard for a long time, it aches something terrible, but when I come, it relieves the ache.” Over the next several weeks, Dean would surprise me from time to time by stopping by after work, most often on Friday nights. We kind of fell into a regular pattern, driving to a deserted road close to a country airport. We spent a lot of the time making plans for the wedding about two months hence. Inevitably, we would end up discussing the sex books we were reading, comparing notes, exchanging information, and clarifying questions about each other. We were becoming more at ease with our upcoming marriage and ourselves. He never did bring another rubber, but one evening he gave me a package from a drug store. His uncle, a doctor, had given him a prescription for birth control cream in a tube, along with an applicator. He had purchased ...
    it for me and wanted to look at it together. We opened the package, played with the applicator, and put some of the cream on our fingers and smelled it. It had a pleasant clean fresh smell. I wrapped it up and told him I would take it home and put it in my wedding night bag. Most evenings, I would help him “not to hurt.” After the first few times, he got so he didn't come in the first few seconds, so we could play for extended periods of time. He would kiss and caress me, letting his hands roam fairly freely over my upper body. Inevitably, they began to drift downward, until one evening, we crawled into the back seat for more room. Dean had succeeded in removing my blouse and bra, and was played with my bare breasts in earnest. Shortly, he worked his hands under my skirt, and began steadily upward. I was wearing a long-line girdle, so his progress was seriously impeded. He made some comment about me wearing a suit of armor. I responded that most armor I knew of would come off. Without hesitation, he reached up and pulled it off. I still had my panties on, but their flimsy fabric offered little protection to his probing hands. Moments later, I felt them begin a downward journey as well. I lifted my hips in silent assent to his actions. Moments later, I felt his fingers probing, probing, then find the target. He slipped a finger in and began stroking slowly, up and down, up and down my slit. The feeling was incredible! I could feel my inhibitions melting away, and for a brief ...
«12...789...1213»