Mar
19

Losing My Virginity

Filed Under Incest 

Believe it or not I was 23 and had never been with a girl. Although
a strong believer in naturism and totally comfortable
with my naked body, when it came to socialising with women
I have always been as shy as they come.

At the time, CB Radio had just become legal in the UK &
was like the Internet ChatRooms of the day. Needless to
say, chatting to someone over the air allowed a degree of
anonymity, allowing me to come out of my shell to say things
that I could never say to anyone to their face.

Anyway, I got to know Jackie quite well over the air &
regularly chatted every night.

One of the subjects that cropped up a lot was our mutual belief
in the non-logic of why, when a man has many sexual partners
he is looked on as something of a stud, whereas when a woman
does the same, she is referred to as a slut.

Suddenly, one day, she suggested we get to meet as she wanted
to come & molest me. Naturally I considered this a joke,
seeing as we had only ever spoken over the CB, but I thought
it would be nice to meet her anyway and agreed to the meeting.

The next day I went to meet her from the bus & wwalked
back to my bedsit together.

As soon as we were in the room she took me in her arms and started
kissing me. Even this was a first to me.

This had started my heart pounding as I was rapidly made
aware of my erection, which was, by now, pressing against
her through our clothing.

Embarassed I tried to pull back in order to try & conceal
the bulge, but she wasn’t having any of it. It was obvious
that she was already fully aware of it and that it was getting
her even more aroused.

With one hand she held me tight to her body, rubbing her thigh
against my crotch, and with the other deftly bagan to undo
the buttons on my shirt.

I tried to fasten them, but my hands were shaking with fear
& excitement & she was faster than I was. Eventually
I gave up struggling with the shirt & let it fall to the
floor.

With the obstacle of the shirt out of the way she then began
on my trousers. I tried my best to stop her, but in vain, and
as soon as she undid my flies my penis shot out like a coiled
spring.

By now I knew there was no hiding anything & conceded
by removing the remainder of my clothing.

She was still fully dressed, but I lay beside her and as we
continued with the heavy kissing my penis had reached such
an advanced state of erection that I had never experienced
before - so much so that it was becoming unbearably painful.

Unable to bear this growing pain any more, I pleaded “For
God’s sake, do something”, at which point she
began a slow masturbation stroke on me - something which
rather than easing things seemed to make it worse.

Finally she dropped her knickers & lifted her skirt
invitingly.

Instinctively I got into position, guided my penis into
position & drove myself home.

I remember the flood of thoughts that went through my mind
at the time were totally overwhelming. The knowledge that
this was the end to my virginity was first & foremost,
closely followed by the lightening sensations of the ultra
sensitised nerve endings finally making penetration.

Once home I tried to hold the position as long as possible,
but before long had to pull back.

Then came the next problem for me to consider. What to do
now.

Knowing that masturbation, which had until now been my
only sexual release I knew that, logically, my hand was
just a simulation for a vagina and therefore the same stroke
must be what was required.

I began a rapid thrust, in the same way as I would do if I were
masturbating, and quickly found by her screams for me to
“Take it easy” that this was not the csae.

Following her body language I slowed my rate to that which
seemed to be what she was wanting, and was amazed to find
that the slower I could take it the better it felt.

After about 10 - 15 minutes of this gentle thrusting I began
to feel the unmistakeable pangs of an impending orgasm.
Needless to say, with this being a new experience to me I
didn’t want it to end just yet, so I tightened my prostate
muscles in an attempt to stop it from happening. Little
did I know that this was exactly the opposite of what I should
have done. The tightening, rather than delay the orgasm
was the final trigger.

As the orgasm came, I tried to thrust myself as deep as I possibly
could - and deeper still, and she had obviously reached
a climax at the same time as she clawed at my buttocks, also
trying to get me in.

I can’t say how long that orgasm lasted, but I’m
sure that I never did as much pumping on an ejaculation as
I had from the very first time I masturbated. It felt as if
it would never stop - which was fine by me.

Once the orgasm was over I kept trying to strat over, but
it was no good. The erection was lost & I had to withdraw,
as I learned what the “wet-spot” I had heard
so much about was as I watched, fascinated, the dribbling
remnants of my own semen trickling down the slit of her swollen
vaginal lips.

As I lay next to her, getting my breath back, I said to her,
“Well there goes my virginity.”

She replied, in disbelief, “No?”

I like to think that “No?” was a compliment on
my performance, although I very much doubt it as I knew nothing
of the art of foreplay at the time, and had made my penetration
as soon as the possibility presented itself - something
that, with hindsight, I would consider unforgiveable
now, but experience is the best teacher.

No matter how good or poor a performance though, it is certainly
true that you never forget your first sexual experiences.
In the same way I remember in fine detail the first time I
masturbated, and, being bi, I also remember, also in precise
detail, my first gay experience (not including the things
that all schoolboys get up to together) - although admittedly,
the gay experience was much more recent, having been arranged
through a contact made on Adult Friend Finder.

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