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Let’s talk about firsts, you and me.
As a rule, I think they’re not very good.
You know, like your “first,” the time you finally manage to shed that virginity you’ve been trying to get rid of since you saw that first downy hint of pubic hair. In my case, that was when I was, well, let’s not get into age right now. Anyway, the girl was the neighborhood slut. She was short, fat, and if not outright ugly certainly no better than plain. She was one of those pitiful girls who learned she could get attention by putting out. Looking back, honestly, I’m ashamed of myself. But, you know how puberty is. So I got on top and it lasted about 30 seconds. Not at all what I expected.
Or my “first” time with a “mature” woman. My cousin’s wife came into my bedroom, they were living with Mom and me at the time, pulled off the sheet, pushed her panties down, and took what she needed. I could have been a dildo stand for all she cared and then, since this was, basically, revenge sex, she told bağcılar escort my cousin. I got out of the fight with a cracked rib and a molar left in the yard, but nothing worse.
But in my life, there was one “first” that I do remember very fondly.
In my senior year of high school, I was going with a girl who was more experienced than I was. She’s the one who taught me the special pleasure of oral sex. In a ’65 Chevy Impala Super Sport she would stand in the passenger seat, her ass on the seat back, and then lean back until she could support herself on the back seat. Then, with me on my knees in the passenger seat, I would gobble that clam like it was the best treat in the world.
This was in the pre-wax days of the late 1960s, and she was VERY well endowed with pubic hair. I’d pick hairs out of my teeth on Saturday, but Friday night was for us.
She liked to give me mine when I was driving. A special treat requiring bahçelievler escort me to concentrate on driving while sucked me like a malt. For the two years we went steady I did NOT go home with blue balls.
But that’s not the “first” I wanted to talk about today either.
That “first” came on a Saturday picnic.
Lois, that was her name, wasn’t what you’d call “pretty,” but she was attractive. She was tall, just an inch under my five foot nine inches, and trim. She had long legs and a truly beautiful ass, something I always attributed to her love of her stupid horse. Whether that’s true or not, it looked like an ass made specifically to fit a saddle. She had long hair too. I loved watching it trail behind her, under the cowboy hat as she rode that horse.
I’ve always liked picnics, especially with Lois. She taught me how much fun it can be to be naked outside. But that’s not the first I wanted to talk şirinevler escort about today either.
On the day of my “first” that I DO want to talk about, we were picnicking at a place I knew in the foothills. The Impala wasn’t really an off-road vehicle, but it did get to the meadow an earlier girlfriend had showed me.
We were naked as we traded bites of sausage and cheese and apple and orange. With little squirts from the wineskin.
When it came time to make love she smiled at me and said, “I don’t want you to have to pull out.”
“Is it safe then?” I asked, my knowledge of cycles and the “rhythm method” rudimentary.
“This is,” she said, rolling onto her belly and lifting her hips slightly.
The invitation was obvious.
“Lois, are you sure?” I asked.
She giggled and said, “Let me explain. When it comes to anal sex there are two types of women in the world. There are those who enjoy that wonderfully full feeling a man can give her in no other way.”
She waited me out and I asked, “And the other type?”
“There are those who lie and say they don’t enjoy it,” she said, lifting that world-class ass higher.
I used her natural lubricant.
It looked SO tiny I hesitated at the instant it was time to take what she offered.
But I took it.
And it was a wonderful “first.”
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