My First Real Love
When I was 16, I got into a long distance relationship with my first proper girlfriend for about 1.5 years. I have many fond memories of the sexually explorative adventure we went on during that time, as we were both virgins when we met.
The first time she came to visit me, my siblings were at school and I had the day off. My mum was at home. We spent the afternoon upstairs in my room fooling around. We had to be absolutely quiet, and there was not a sound from our room as we made out.
At some point she was sitting on the edge of my desk while I stood between her legs and our tongues were in each other's mouths. Naturally we progressed, and I began feeling her up under her top. The first pair of boobs I'd gently squeezed - the first hard nipples I'd run my fingers over. My mum downstairs obviously knew what we were doing to some degree, with us being absolutely silent upstairs, but she didn't bother us. If we heard her coming up the stairs, we'd quickly adjust ourselves and pretend we were talking quietly or doing something (while I tried to hide the rock hard cock straining to burst out of my jeans).
Up until this time, I had never actually seen or touched a naked girl up close before. This was back in the days when internet porn was just getting started, and you still got a lot of your material by finding someone's discarded porn magazines under a bush in the woods if you were lucky. I think kids these days have a completely different experience, having full availability to endless hardcore and intimate porn of everything imaginable, from a young age.
Despite not actually having any real world experience, I had seen enough to know what I was doing somehow though. I was attentive, considerate and loving. Good with my hands. Without really having discussed or premeditated it, we telepathically agreed on where to go with it next. Before long, she was leaning back on the desk with her legs now fully spread as wide as they'd go. Her jeans, and a light grey thong that was soaked through with a dark wet patch across the crotch, hung off one of her ankles. I was bent down, face buried between her legs, with her hands in my hair as she held my head.
Having made out and fumbled around under our clothes for probably 2 hours, with teenage hormones raging through us, she would probably never be wetter in her life. Shaved completely smooth, her labia were a complete mess. The sweet, clear juices formed sticky strands between her lips as I parted them and lapped eagerly at the glistening pink middle. Her clit was a big, firm, round nub that sat proudly out of its hood, fully engorged and desperate to be pleasured to oblivion. I of course obliged, and spent probably 45-60 minutes in this position. I alternated and experimented with different techniques using my tongue that I thought might be good for her - gentle, feather-light teasing at the underside of her hard clit; circular movements; flicking it with consistent firm pressure side-to-side; taking breaks to run my tongue up her wet lips either side; every now and then making sure I dipped down into her warm, sticky hole, pushing my tongue inside her and tasting the wild, unbridled sex leaking from her.
I no longer remember if or when she came. I'm sure she probably did more than once. Being of course much more experienced now, I would have made more of it. If I could go back in time, I'd definitely have had my cock in my hand and stroked myself off while my head was buried in her pussy. But I was just happy and so turned on at the time to be pleasuring this girl.
Later that afternoon, we had our first two very quick fucks when my mum went out for about 20 minutes. Back then I was so excited I blew my load within no more than 30 seconds of being inside her, but was able to get hard again 5 minutes later and go again. We used condoms that first time, but she very soon went on birth control so we could really enjoy it the next time.
I have many more wild stories of my time with this girl, whom I was deeply in love with, but those are for another time.
