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I have been reading the posts describing what happened the first time a man and woman, or, sometimes a boy and a girl went all the way. I, too have a story, a treasured memory that I hope time never erases, not only for me, but for her as well. Reading the accounts I have found so far has convinced and inspired me to write mine down and distribute it. Writing it not only helps me remember it, but makes those memories more clear and vibrant.
A couple of months ago we celebrated the forty ninth anniversary of our first date. A couple of months from now we will celebrate the first time we had sex. So, yeah, it was a long time ago, and we got old. We have been inseparable since that first date, which ended without even a kiss. I think both of us knew from the beginning that what we had was forever.
My wife, then was an extremely pretty girl. Five feet three inches tall, one hundred and 2 pounds. Small breasts, small waist, perfect ass, long brown hair, blue eyes and pretty face. To get an idea of her body type, search for images of Linda Ronstadt in the 1970s. My wife’s body was pretty much the same, and her face, to me, anyway was a little prettier than Ms. Ronstadt. Oh, and she was ten years or so younger.
She was getting toward the end of her junior year in high college when we first went out. We probably saw each other two or three times a week for about a month, and then every day after that. After the first date we started kissing a little, and by the end of the first month we were having some pretty serious make-out sessions, eventually getting my hands in her top and unfastening her bra to play with her gorgeous little tits. I was about to learn that I was moving just a little too slowly for her.
By now it was summer so we started spending every moment we could together, most of it at her house because she had a younger brother and sister she had to take care of while her parents worked, But we had nights and weekends to ourselves. One evening we decided to go to the drive in theater, because, why not? Well, of course we didn’t watch any of the movie, instead just making out with my hands in her shirt and then moving one of them to her thigh, to which she offed no resistance. But then, I was shocked when she reached over, unzipped my pants, found my cock, pulled it out and started giving me a hand job! I was pretty quick to realize I should reciprocate, and it was just a minute or two later that I had a couple of fingers in her pussy. We brought each other to orgasms and then had to find out how to clean up all the cum. She never would tell me where she learned about hand-jobs, nor how she got so good at it. She’d only say she figured it out on her own. I doubt it, though. That is how we spent the summer, at all times together, and whenever feasible, our hands all over each other, and my fingers in her, making each other come.
Then she was back to college for her senior year. We still spent all our time together, but now she had homework as well as watching her brother and sister. One day toward the end of October we were sitting on her parent’s couch, a blanket over our lower bodies, and her siblings sitting on the floor in front of us, watching TV. Under the blanket, though, she had my pants unzipped and her hand stroking my cock through my underwear. It was too risky to take it out, I was doing the same to her, but had managed to get a couple fingers inside her. We had been doing this for about a half hour and I was harder than I think I had ever been before, it felt like the skin on my cock was gonna split, and I wasn’t too far from coming.
She suddenly pulled her hand out of my pants and pulled up my zipper, then pulled my hand out of her pants and zipped them up too. She leaned over and said, “Come with me.”
I followed her out to the kitchen, thinking she just wanted a little more privacy. Instead of staying in the kitchen she continued out the back door into the hallway. I followed. Directly across the hallway was a large storage room. We went in and she closed the door behind us. I was thinking she was gonna finish me off with a hand job, I could not have been more wrong.
She never said a word but put her arms around me and kissed me. Then, she moved her hands down and undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and proceeded to pull them and my underwear down to my knees. Again, I am hard as a rock and almost coming.
Then she undid her pants and pushes them along with her panties down to her ankles and steps out of them. Then she sees a little foot stool on the floor, about three inches tall and, now with her hand around my cock, she sits on the little stool and pulls me down too.
“Kiss me” she says, and I do. While kissing me she lays back, pulling me with her and guiding my cock toward her pussy. I am in shock and excited beyond anything I have felt before. We are laying on the floor, her pussy raised up by the stool and my cock up against its opening. I push it in as hard and fast as I can. She gasps as it goes in.
Never before had I felt anything like this. It was the most amazing pleasure, smooth, warm, wet, safe. I was lost in another world, and I was about to go to another universe.
I didn’t last long, since I had been almost coming for the last half hour. Ten strokes, tops. But those were wonderful strokes. Hard and as deep as I could go. I felt the semen about to explode out of me and wondered “I need to pull out”. Instead I shoved it in even deeper. She gasped again as the cum flowed into her, then let out a little moan. As my cock spasmed I felt like I was in another place, time stopped, and wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me. It was without any doubt, the most semen I ever ejaculated. Not before, and not since.
We were both dazed. I looked down at her face. Her eyes were glazed and she was breathing shallow breaths. Kind of panting, So was I. We were shaking with pleasure too. I wasn’t sure I could move, and I really didn’t want to,
“You ok?” I asked, still in her.
“I think so. You?”
“Better than ok!. That was amazing”
She smiled and said “Yes it was. We have to get out of here”
When I pullled out I looked down at her pussy and under the stool was the biggest puddle of cum I ever have seen, and remember thinking if there is that much on the floor, how much is in her? I pulled my pants up and helped her untangle her panties from her jeans so she could get dressed. Then we stumbled out of the storage room and back to the couch. Her brother and sister had not moved.
We sat on the couch and cuddled. She had a different aura now, a sort of glow that made her even more gorgeous. She asked me if I liked it. I told her I had never experienced anything so wonderful. I asked her if she did. She just smiled and nodded her head.
After a few minutes she moved my hand to her crotch, outside her pants, which were getting damp.
“You made quite a mess down there” she said and kissed me.
“Can you feel it in there”
“Yeah,” she said, “Not so much down there, but up here.” She placed her hand about where her uterus is and then said, “it feels like it’s, like, crawling up through me and out to my sides. It’s weird”
I have often thought about the sensation she described. Did she really feel sperm flooding her uterus and fallopian tubes? Was it her body’s reaction to the first time exposure to sperm and semen? I have never seen any other women say anything like that, and nothing on the internet at all about such a thing. But she only had that sensation this one time. In the thousands of times we made love since then, she never felt it again.
I asked her why she had decided to fuck me right then.
“I don’t know, I just wanted to. It seemed like the right time.”
We sat on the couch snuggled up to each other until her parents came home.
So, that’s how my future wife and I ended up fucking for the first time. It was a most wonderful, amazing experience and if anything, it strengthened our bond and devotion to each other.
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NSFW: yes
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That’s awesome that y’all been together since I’m assuming high school (correct me if I’m wrong on that) and cherish that memory all these years later I’m assuming the love y’all have hasn’t changed