Filipina Pussy and my Loss of Virginity - Continued
Forthose that maybe hoped to see more immediate graphics,
in part one, I tend to be a bit more introspective in the recounting
of my experience. The passion of the climax would be otherwise
dulled, at least in my mind, were I to leave out those details.
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The air was cool now, a gentle sea breeze wafting through
my hair. The driver was moving along pretty quickly, and
this one managed to avoid all the major potholes. My girl
was leaning against me, her eyes closed, her hands clapsed
within my own. I was looking down on her legs, which jostled
and moved left to right from the motion of the jeep. Every
time they bumped against my legs I felt a shrill wave of joy
that pumped my heat. Those slender legs wrapped in blue
jeans.
I traced my hand along her legs to her hips, felt the sides
of her butt which flanged outward a little, and up around
to her pants zipper. I laid my hand flush upon her, felt her
crotch and gave her a gentle squeeze.
A sudden bump woke me from my silent gaze and I looked around.
The guys were kissing their girls, massaging their breasts,
or had long ago slid their hands inside their pants and panties.
I was slow compared to them, but I wanted to experience each
new sensation with her. Everything about her was happening
with me for the first time.
My girl stirred, adjusted herself where she sat, scooched
closer against me, and pushed her right arm under mine.
I thought she might be feeling the cool air so I pulled her
close against me and ran my hands up and down her sides, her
arms and shoulders, her tummy. She felt and smelled so good.
As I moved my hand her tee scrunched up exposing her bare
skin. "Sorry, " I whispered softly, and pulled
it down again. I leaned my face against the back of her head,
smelled her scent, the fragrance of her hair. She intoxicated
me. Just being herself. Just being with me. What I wondered,
would she do, or how would I feel when we got back to our room?
I felt myself growing at the thought, and it pulled some
hairs with it as it struggled to straighten out. I finally
had to reach in and pull it clear of my hair, but left it hidden
from view. She turned, kissed my face. And then she turned
around, sitting on my lap, her legs drawn up and behind her,
and she leaned forward against my chest, her face flush
against me, and I held her firmly in my arms.
So slender, so small, her rounded butt so pleasing to touch
and feel. If I could feel so enamored, so alive, so drawn
toward by the feel her body fully clothed, how I imagined
would I feel when she were naked? I knew that was coming.
I was looking forward to it.
I looked down the long slope of her back to her butt. Her pants
and slipped down a little and her top had inched up a little
exposing a narrow swath of bare skin and the top band of her
pink panties. I gently massaged both butt cheeks. The warm
fuzzy feeling that passed through me was so delightfull
I would have been content all night just to hold and feel
and massage her butt. Would there be enough time even, for
me to enjoy her?
And then I lookd up again and stared blindly into the darkness
beyond. Enjoy her? Would she enjoy me? I'd never been
with a girl before - would I know what to do to please her.
Wait, if she's my age, how much experience could she
have? And then I saw the lights from the place through the
trees, and moments later the jeepney bounded to a halt in
front of the door, and we all piled out, the girls half asleeep,
clinging on to their guys.
I walked with my girl, seemingly attached at the hip, side
by side along a dimly lit pathway along the exterior to where
our room was located. The muffled sounds of women in ecstasy
reached my ear. The girl stopped and looked through a window,
motioned to me to come over.
Her friend was in there, legs drawn up and spread wide behind
her as some guy kneeling on the bed was thrusting his cock
into her pussy.
I cared only for my girl and taking her hand pulled her gently
away, toward our room. She came; followed me, looking down
on the ground somewhat as she followed me through the door.
I wondered what she was thinking when she passed through
the doorway, alone, with me, holding my hand. I wondered
if she thought if I was going to give her good sex? She closed
and locked the door behind her. And then immediately we
hugged. I held her tightly in my arms, pressed her body firmly
against me; the palms of my hands flush upon her butt cheeks.
I felt my penis press against her body and I loved the sensation,
and we were still clothed!
But it was late, and we were tired, but feeling horny. Well,
she was. I was curious about her body. I'd never before
seen a pussy, and I was eager to look.
She kissed my lips softly, for but a moment and then pulled
back, smiled and turned to walk toward the bathroom. I followed
her. I wanted to see everything. I wanted to see everything
she was going to do in there. I wanted to watch.
"I have to pee and undress, " she told me, closing
the door. But I held it open and wanted to come it. "No
no, take off clothes and wait for me."
I'd never seen a girl pee before. Growing up and at school
I always fantasized about walking into the girls bathroom
to see what was in there, to spy on a girl and watch her go.
But I never did. Never snuck into the girls shower, or tried
to spy on them taking off their clothes. I imagined it.
And now here I was with my own girl, and she wouldn't
let me watch her undress. I felt a little disappointed because
in my anticipation of this moment I thought that to be half
the fun. But I slowly began to undress. First my shirt, then
my undershirt. Then I took off my belt. I sat on the bed for
a while, my pants unzipped and fly open but not yet pulled
down. I suddenly began to get cold feet. I wasn't thinking
in terms of my virginity being on the line -- that concept
had never been pressed into my mind except only vaguely
by teachers who most likely had lost their virginity long
ago. Seems sex was commonplace everywhere but there I was
as ignorant of this girls' body and out of place in a
shared bedroom as ants were on a kitchen counter in dead
of winter.
And then the bathroom door opened and the girl walked out,
and from the moment my eyes caught her body all that introspection
suddenly got flushed down the toilet. She still wore her
bra, but now wore a towel around her waist. And as she walked
toward me, I stood and turned, and pushed down my pants.
And she smiled, looked down at her waist, and her slender
fingers pulled at the towel and it opened, and fell to the
floor.
And there she stood, naked, except for her bra, her long
black hair glinting under the soft lighting, her tanned
skin glowing, her flat tummy curved in and I could see her
hip bones and I followed her skin down to her crotch. Her
labia was down there somehwere, I knew that much, but didn't
know exactly where. Of course, I didn't know what a
labia was that night. I didn't know anything about
a girl's anatomy, particularly not her pussy.
And then I remembered standing at boot camp for our graduation
picture, and the camerman shouted to us: "So what's
your favorite thing in the world?"
"Pussy!" they all shouted back. Somehow I didn't
think they meant little furry kitty cats. My mother always
called hers by, "here pussy pussy, " so I never
grew up hearing that word associated with women, until
boot camp, but it was a word without an image.
The cameraman shouted, say "Pussy!" and it
worked to get everyone smiling.
And there I was now looking at this girl's body and I
could have hers all to myself. I pulled down my underwear,
stood naked in front of her. She smiled, and laid down on
the bed, taking my hand and leading me down onto her.
My heart was as throbbing as the deck of the ship moving through
the straits as we passed into deeper open water and the waves
grew in size, heaving the bow up, the prow slicing the water
and creating much larger furls.
I laid my hand gently upon her tummy, felt her skin. And I
explored her body, sliding it up over her bra-covered breasts,
her arms, down her sides, to her hips, through her pubic
hairs, feeling the ridges of her outer labia, tightly drawn
together, down to her crotch, warm and moist. I felt the
smooth skin of her thighs. She spread her legs a little more
as my hands explored her body.
I reached down between her legs, along her crotch and felt
her butt, ran a finger through the crack of her ass and back
down. The warmth and texture of her body was exhilarating;
to see and to touch.
I turned her over and ran my hands all over her back, feeling
her skin, her butt cheeks, her legs, and up to her shoulders,
and laid down, kissed her skin.
She turned over again, and slid my hands under her bra. I
felt very soft but very small breasts, A size for sure, and
little nipples, and I started to undo her bra but she stopped
me and told me no. So I abandoned that idea, thinking it would
have been nice to see her completely naked. But I respected
her wish, and Ilooked down on her pussy.
I knelt on the floor and she scooched foward toward me, and
I brought my face in close for a look. I ran my fingers through
all of her pubic hairs, and found her labia. She helped me
to open it, so nervous was I to be with her. I don't know
if she could see my hands shaking or not.
And then I scooted foward, straddled her body, and rubbed
my penis along the perimeter of her vaginal opening. She
spread her legs more, and guided my penis inside her.
The sudden sensation of heat and warmth and moisture and
clamping muscles tightening against and around my shaft
was nothing less than electric. The stimulation was intense.
Never had I felt anything like it.
She put her hands on my butt and pulled me closer so that it
would push further inside. And I just laid there for a while,
just enjoying that sensation. Feeling the hot wetness
of her pussy. Yet all the while nothing was happening, and
she just laid there waiting for me.
Poor girl, I later recalled. She probably regretted sitting
on my lap, not realizing how naive and inexperienced I was.
And then I lifted myself up above her slightly, my penis
falling out. There had been no foreplay before I first penetrated
her -- I didn't know what foreplay was at that time --
so there was little stimulation for me and consequently
my penis was not as hard as it needed to be to push its way through
her tight pussy.
And so she turned me over on my back, knelt on the floor, took
my penis in her hands and massaged it. She stroked my testicles
and kissed and licked them, mouthing on them, every once
in a while sliding her hand around to my butt and back. And
then she would lick the shaft of my penis, lick its head,
and then suddenly and without preliminary notice took
it into her mouth and I bucked slightly as the sudden warmth
of her mouth, the wondrous suction, and I was amazed to watch
my penis disappear into her mouth. She almost took my balls
inside too before she pulled back, licking and sucking
tightly. She stroked it gently, softly, now firmly, kissed
the head again, and once more plunged down on it, taking
it deep into her throat.
Back and forth she sucked my cock, and the shrill delight
I felt was astounding. I had no clue sex could be so wonderful.
I later learned that she was giving me a blow=job, oral sex.
After about fifteen minutes of this, my penis was hard,
harder and longer than I'd ever seen it. And now she
laid back on the bed, spread her legs and pulled me down on
top of her. She guided my cock into her pussy, and this time
I pushed myself inside.
I felt her clamping down on me, and as I pulled up, this time
I was careful to keep it inside and I quickly pushed back
down inside again. This was wonderful. I love it, I thought!
What an incredible, ecstatic sensation, sex is! How ignorant
I was at that time about all the possible sexual positions
and ways a man can orally excite his partner, even to control
how and when she cums. I had no clue what an orgasm was or what
it meant. Never before heard the term. But I was nonetheless
experiencing it now with this girl.
I thrust my cock into her body, learning to pick up on her
body language. I watched her closely for signs, noticing
that she was squirming, her body quivering. "Do you
like it?" I asked her. She nodded, "yes, don't
stop, " she urged. I could have done this all night,
it felt so good. Eventually soft moans turned into low cries,
and I wondered if I was hurting her, So I slowed, began to
--
"NO!! Fuck!! Don't stop now, " she hissed
at me, grasping and played with her breasts, clutching
the sheets beneath her.
Obediently, I increased my tempo, thrust harder, faster.
I saw that she raised and arched her hips upward, as if she
were also doing me, and though I didn't realize it,
she had wanted my penis to rub her clit from a slightly different
angle, because once it did, she began to buck, tightened
her leg muscles, pulled at the sheets, sucked in her stomach
and held her breath, then breathed in short rapid spurts,
a shrill pitched cry escaping her mouth, her body shaking
slightly. Was that it? Was she about to cum?
My penis was on fire, burning it seemed. The sensation I
felt deep in side I had felt before when I had masturbated,
so I knew I was about to cum. I didn't dare pull out. This
girl, she told me, wanted me to cum inside her.
And then I jerked, grasped her butt and pulled her tight
against me as I made a final hard thrust against her pussy
and completely let go: I fired off inside her, felt her pussy
become suddenly far more wet. At the same time she fell back
limp and relaxed, her face flush, beads of perspiration
on her brow, her entire body glistening.
I felt her pussy suddenly get very hot, and wet, felt hot
liquid ooze its way through her vagina, along my shaft,
and as I pulled slowly out, my penis head burning from the
incredible and intense stimulation, my sticky cum, or
hers, or a bit of both, stretched from her swollen pussy
lips to the head of my penis, until, as I moved further back,
the whitish opaque strand of cum broke.
She sheets where wet and damp beneath both our bodies and
we laid on our backs resting for a moment. I stared up at the
ceiling, feeling the girl's warmth beside me. I wondered
how many other boys and men had had sex with her. My first
clearly was not hers. For a girl of 18 or 19 she knew too much.
Knew exactly how to excite me, knew exactly what to touch
and how to lick me.
I turned and looked at her body, held her in my arms, caressed
her.
When I opened my eyes the birds outside were singing and
the grey dawn of morning illuminated the bedroom. The girl
laid astride my body, face and right hand on my chest. I felt
her pubic hairs on my right leg, reached down with my hand
and felt her pussy. I wanted her again, wanted to do her again.
Wanted to try something a little different this time. But
it was getting late and I had to get back to the ship before
7am.
I told her I'd be back, and she smiled and kissed me.
She said how much she liked me, how good she felt last night.
I apologized to her for being so ignorant, for maybe not
doing as much to her as perhaps she may have secretly hoped.
I told her she was my first.
She giggled, saying she hoped that she had been good for
me. I assured her she had been, and more than I expected.
I told her how good I felt waking up beside her, feeling her
still clinging to me. She liked that too, she said.
Then we got up, got dressed and I walked her back to the bar.
I met my friends, we all gave the girls a farewell kiss, and
then left.
The motion of some dolphins jumping in and out of the water,
pacing the ship, made me me think about how my penis slid
in and out of the girl. So wonderful did that feel that I told
her I was going to come back that night and see her. I told
her how great she was, how beautiful she was, and I honestly
thought she was. All the other details of her body or face
that would have caused me to walk passed her on the street
had vanished. I didn't see those uncontrollable imperfections
any more. What mattered most to me, then, from then on, was
how she made me feel in bed. How my body felt inside her.
I did want more. But what I didn't expect was the rush
of guilt that swept over me like a sudden summer squall.
I'd had sex outside of marriage. I'd lost my virginity
to a girl whose name I couldn't even remember or spell.
I was feeling guilty for having enjoyed her body so much.
And when I laid in my bunk that night, feeling the gentle
sway of the ship, the soft drumming of water rushing along
the hull beside my head, I began to imagine my girls'
body in different positions, and I wondered, if she had
bent down, could I have entered her from behind and feel
even more pleasure? Would she?
It didn't matter. She wasn't my girl now, and I
never saw her again. But for a long time she would continue
to live in a secret place deep inside me, a place reserved
only for first experiences. There's no love there, just
a memory now. I've learned a lot in the years since that
night. I sometimes wonder what's become of her.
She taught me a lesson I've never forgotten. Only the
warm embrace of a woman, and the tender expressions of touch,
can make me truly come alive.
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