Popping His Cherry
As I pulled up outside his house, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew why I was here, he knew why I was here, and I was shivering in anticipation. I saw a net downstairs twitching. I wonder what excuse he has given to his parents, I thought. Then another twitch, from upstairs this time. He’d seen me.
A minute or so later, he came jogging up the drive, looking extremely flustered. I heard a voice shout something, then he turned round and I could see his lips mouth the words ‘Fuck off.’ So he was getting some stick, eh? I pushed the button to unlock the doors and he got in the car and turned to look at me.
“Sorry I’m a bit late, I got a million and one questions before they’d let me out the door.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re looking rather sexy. Who are you trying to impress?”
“Thanks. Just drive and we’ll worry about impressing later on.”
Who could refuse an offer like that? I released the handbrake and pulled off. As we drove a while, he started to relax. Minutes later, he asked
“Where are we going, anyway?”
“Somewhere quiet. Just be patient.”
He started to fidget. I knew he was nervous, in a way I was too. I rested my left hand on his thigh, a little higher than necessary.
A few minutes later I took a turn up a winding road, juddered along some rough terrain, and ended up in a field, which in one corner had lots of trees. I parked amongst them, and turned off the engine. It was deadly quiet. A hand took mine, the long fingers sliding between mine. All the hairs on my body stood on end. There was such a strong attraction between us, it was no surprise that within seconds his lips were on mine, and we were kissing like there was no tomorrow.
One of his hands was up the back of my top, undoing my bra strap, and the other was tangled in my hair, pulling it so my head tilted back and exposed my throat. He kissed the pale skin, licking and sucking. I could feel my body responding, and my hand stroked his cock through his jeans. I could feel him growing beneath my fingers.
I halted his assault on my throat only to begin one on his, licking and sucking his earlobes, which I knew he loved. His breathing became faster in my ear, and that turned me on all the more. I worked my way down his neck, and pulled his top lower to expose the fine hair at the top of his chest. I kissed the skin, then pulling back I removed his t-shirt, and ran my hands all over his torso, savouring the feel of him. I looked at him, the look in his eyes was one of complete vulnerability and confusion. I knew why. He wanted me, more than anything, but he’d never gone much beyond a kiss before. He was nervous.
I kissed him softly, reassuringly, on the lips and proceeded to undo his jeans. As I pulled them down he kicked off his shoes, and then wriggled out of the jeans. I gasped; his cock was huge, forming a tent in his boxers, and the sight of his muscular thighs excited was divine.
“Get in the back.” I whispered. He obeyed, and I pulled the front seats forward to give us more room. I then stripped down to my underwear and joined him. He’d removed the remainder of his clothes and sat there, his dick oozing precum and begging to be touched. I couldn’t resist. My tongue explored his mouth as my hand gently stroked up and down his swollen shaft. It felt fantastic in my hand; I couldn’t wait to feel it inside my pussy. But there was plenty of time for that.
So I lowered my mouth to his warm cock. I licked the head before sliding my lips over it, and taking in as much as I could, which wasn’t much because of its size. Not that I was complaining! I heard him gasp as I began to bob my head up and down on him, his fingers gripped hard in my hair, as he pushed me down on his throbbing dick. I loved sucking his cock, it was so gratifying to hear his whimpers of arousal. My nipples stiffened as I became even hornier, and they strained against the gauzy fabric of my bra.
Then, as I was really getting into sucking his cock, he pulled me away. I looked at him with a frown.
“I don’t want to come yet. I wanna come inside you.” he said, then added,
“But I’m sure there’s more I could do for you first.”
“Wh- what do you mean?” I replied, then gasped as he finally undid my bra and began to lick and suck on my nipples. He was positioned over my body, so his rigid cock was pressed against my thigh, very close to my wet pussy. I shifted my weight so it rubbed against my vulva, and moved against it, stimulating my clit.
After a few seconds, I closed my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me. I was so wet by this point I desperately wanted his cock in me, but on the other hand I was enjoying it so much I didn’t want him to stop. But he did. It took a few seconds for me to register this, and then I felt his fingers at my waist, dragging down my thong, its wet gusset sticking slightly to my skin.
He discarded my underwear, then parted my thighs gently and long fingers touched the lips of my vagina. He rubbed gently up and down, spreading the juices all over my gaping vulva, and then concentrating on my clit. It was already swollen and tender with wanting him, and he stroked it, a couple of fingers on his other hand gently entering my wet hole.
I could feel my climax approaching rapidly, and said,
“Sweetie, I’m going to come soon, but just keep doing what you’re doing until I say.”
He nodded and upped the pace slightly. It was just enough to tip me over the edge. That familiar tingly feeling began in my stomach, then the rushing feeling throughout my body. Seconds later my vaginal walls spasmed and pulsed in earnest, soaking his fingers in fresh juices.
I rode out the sublime orgasm, then grabbed his wrists and placed one of his hands on each of my breasts. He squeezed.
“I want you so fucking much.” I hissed, wanting his dick so badly now it was making me swear. He smiled, and we kissed, the passion mounting further. I moved to straddle his thighs, stroking his cock a couple of times to make sure he was ready. Oh God was he ready.
I knelt up slightly, placed the head of his cock at my entrance, and then slowly slid down on it. We both moaned deeply as he filled me. We sat still a minute or so, enjoying the sensations we were both receiving.
Then I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to feel his cock pounding me. I began to slide up and down on him, my slick juices coating his shaft. I put my arms around his neck, and began to rock quickly back and forth.
Overcome by lust, I went faster still, my breasts bouncing up and down as I rode him. His hands grabbed my ass, pulling me harder and faster onto him. I banged against him harder and harder, determined that I would come before my legs gave way.
His strong hands and arms gripped me, steadying me. Then, different altogether from last time, I let out an involuntary scream, and the juices flooded out and soaked his cock and balls. I collapsed onto him, and into his ear I whispered “Please carry on fucking me. I can’t move my legs anymore.” I was shaking all over.
For a first timer, he took control quickly. He shifted me so I was lying down across the seats. He knelt, his cock once again at my entrance. I put my arms around his back, pulling him to me. He thrust in hard and fast, and I yelled, digging my nails into his back.
The strong thighs I’d admired worked hard, enabling his hard cock to thrust in and out relentlessly and tirelessly. Soon, though, he gasped and his eyes squeezed shut, and I felt the twitching of his cock as he pumped spurts of semen into me. As his release ended, he collapsed onto me, sweating and panting, his heart thumping against my chest.
Fifteen minutes or so later, I was dozing off. He disturbed me by whispering “Fancy an encore?”
I began to glow again with anticipation. I don’t care what anybody says, but they’re never as innocent as they make out.
Image copyright Jackie Adshead.