Yeah, I think we're good for a while, Scotty.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it was a decent story but there are a couple of major fallacies in it so I know its made up:mj07:
Not sure why no one is willing to talk about their first time.
I was going out with a Italian girl when I was 15
She really was a beautiful girl.
we were in love, or so we thought.
We did alot of things together but she was not allowed to date so we had to sneak around alot. It made it that much more exciting to me. We went to dances, met at McDonalds, and had a group of friends we would drink with and party.
My mom was working alot so we would spend alot of time in my room under the covers. We didnt get naked but it soon progressed.
I had a obsession with her breasts and spent alot of time there. Gradually it got to the point where I would finger her. She really liked that but I felt like I was getting the short end of the deal.
I wouldnt wash my hand and go to school the next day and ask my friends if they had met my girlfriend. When they said no, I would stick my finger under their nose. There is nothing like that pungent smell in the world.
Other than that I would just smell it during the day on and off while I was daydreaming about her.
I think it made me kinda crazy.
The only thing I could find that would take the smell off was Crest toothpaste.
This went on the whole year and I was pretty much in heaven.
During this time my sister would bring her older girlfriends over and they would practice kissing me.
French kissing and the whole deal.
Man oh man. I was getting experience with woman and I was happy about it.
So one day we were in my bedroom and I had her in her underpants and bra. I had kinda heard in the locker room and friends about going down, but I had no idea what that was really about.
So I go down there to the glory hole and I start kissing around and using the tongue.
It had a musty taste but it wasnt so bad and she was moving alot and even moaning. I wasnt sure if I was doing it right thing until she called me the next day.
She said ... will you come over tommorrow and kiss it again ?
My answer was oh hell yes. I will kiss it until it hurts.
I knew I was progressing rapidly to where I wanted to be and soon.
Of course all good things do not always turn out well. I get over there and they lived in a huge house with alot of rooms. Her parants had been killed in a traffic accident and she lived with her Uncles and Aunts. They owned a grocery store and were well known in the city.
Just a aside it was said in town that one of her Uncles was a mobster. He was kind of mysterious and no one really had ever seen him much.
Anyway I am in the house and no one is home. She takes me by the hand to her upstairs bedroom where the kissing it was going to commence really soon. Just as we both got undressed she looks out the window and sees one of her Uncles pulling into the driveway. Talk about bad timing.
Holy chit, we ran around and we knew if he caught me upstairs , I was toast. They knew nothing about me even going out with her and I am found upstairs in their house. Holy chitballs.
She showed me a way to a outside porch roof and she ran downstairs to run interferance.
I got out on the roof and put my pants and shoes on. I went over the roof like a chimpanzee and climbed down.
Getting to the meat and potatoes now. We were both 16 now and I had been pressuring her to consumante the relationship, as most teenage would do. She had a positive attitude about it but said I would have to get condoms. It took me about two weeks to get a senior I knew to get me one. I cant remember how much he charged me but it was alot. 25 bucks I think I paid him.
So the big day comes. We are alone in my house.
I pull out the condoms with a big grin on my face.
We both get naked and she lay on the bed. Her skin was perfect, soft, and brown. She had a tan.
She looked like something out of Playboy magazine. I think she told me one time she was 34-30-34. She weighed about 115 lbs.
Just as she laid back on the bed, the sun was shining through the window on her body. I had been at full attention for awhile and she looked at the one eyed monster like she might be going to change her mind. I got the condom on and got on top of her. I didnt know enough to spread her legs or lift them up for easier access. So she says.... well put it in... I said well you are in this too. She helped me get it started and I slammed that pussy with a deep thrust. She let out a gasp and I will always remember that moment. I could not have been on it more than a few minutes and filled that condom with a huge load like never before.
I think she got more out of the kissing it .
Then it was over. A hurry to get to the bathroom and clean up before anyone came home. When I got back she was dressed and I got dressed and drove her to the corner where I always let her off.
The first time.............. :00hour
I got another story about meeting her mobster Uncle but I will save that for another time.
DAMN.....I Got a lil Chubb work'n reading that:kiss:
Unless you later saw her star in "2 Girls & a Cup" :SIB
Hmmm.....my first time....
oh yeah....like putting an oyster in a slot machine... :sadwave: :sadwave: :sadwave:
A friend in dental school told us a story of going up the poop shoot on his wife. Only it was at a fairly upscale lunch place in Chapel Hill. There were families and businessmen all around and mind you he was speaking at about 80 decibels. He proceeds to tell how before putting it in her ass he primed the pump with his finger, and "felt a little something". He knew in the back of his mind it was probably a big brown log but he put it in anyways. The worst part is that he pulls out, sees the shit on his dick, and proceeds to put it in her vag. Big surprise she gets a nasty infection. His whole point in telling us was to bitch about how he wasn't getting laid because he's wife's snatch was infected from fecal matter. I think the funniest part when I look back is that he told us that story like that happens to every couple and it was commonplace.
To this day a scenario I'll never forget. What a lunch-
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