It was our third date. We had been having phone sex but hadn’t had sex in person yet. Then he told me he was 9 inches. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I was breathless when I thought about him. Our date started in the morning and by noon we had decided to get a room at a Super 8 because we couldn't keep our hands off of each other and needed to get some relief. As soon as we got in our room and put the Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob, he started kissing me with so much passion and rubbing my crotch with one hand and his other hand running through my hair. I quickly became very wet.
I unbuttoned his pants and put my hands down to find out if he was telling the truth. Sure enough, he was! I pulled his jeans down to his ankles and started to suck his cock. We were still standing near the front door so I guided him over to the bed and had him lay down. I licked and sucked him, nibbled and stroked him until he came hard down the back of my throat. He hadn't lied, his cock was at least 9 inches.
It only took him 5 minutes to get hard again. We fucked off and on for about 6 hours that day, only taking about a 30-minute break for a power nap. He expertly fingered me and found my G-spot over and over again. I am a gusher and I completely soaked every towel in the room. I came at least 7 times that day and every time was better and more intense than the time before. Our sex was hot and sexy and amazing. The next day he told me he wasn't leaving his wife after all and I quit seeing him. I miss his nine inches of pure Heaven.
When I had my first fingering, I was fresh out of high school and had just met the man who became my husband. He was a few years older than me but still a virgin and I was his first girlfriend. I too was a virgin. It was two weeks after we started dating that he wanted to fuck me. I wanted to fuck him too. He came by one night and we were out in the front of my parents’ house. We started kissing and he started to feel me up. He slipped his hand underneath my shirt and starting playing with my swollen nipples. Gosh, that felt good. He lowered himself down and starting sucking on them. Then he started to go lower and started to play with my clit over my short shorts. He got up and got really close against me and slipped his hands into my shorts and started playing with my cunt. He then slipped one finger in my wet pussy and it felt so good. I practically melted in his hands. He started going deeper and faster. I did my best to keep quiet, for we were still out in the front of the house. He then slipped two fingers in and kept going faster and harder. I was starting to get louder and he stopped.
We went inside my bedroom when my family was asleep. We started stripping our clothes off and he started to finger me again. His dick starting getting really hard and was rather a good size. He stopped fingering me and got on top of me and into position, with his dick in front of my very wet pussy. We started to slide his hard cock into me slowly because it was starting to hurt my tight pussy. I held my screams in because I didn't want to wake anyone up. He kept sliding it in further and further, pumping me slowly. Then he started to pick up the pace and within about five seconds of entering me fully, he pulled out his dick and unloaded himself on my stomach! We cleaned ourselves up and started it again.
The first time I ever had sex I was 17. My boyfriend, who I'd been with for 7 months at that time, was 18. He and I had talked about having sex, but he never pushed me. One night, he came to my window. I was surprised, and I let him in my room and laid in my bed with him. It was probably 12:30 at night. He'd said he'd been thinking about me all day, and I the same for him.
He started to kiss me, and I pushed my body close to his. He started to play with the elastic on my pajama shorts, and asked me if it was okay. I said, yes, of course. He slowly slid my shorts off...and started to finger me. I moaned and sighed with pleasure, trying not to wake up my sister across the hall.
He asked me if he could taste me. He slowly went down to my wet pussy, licking and flicking my clit with his tongue. This was the first time I'd ever been eaten out. I put a pillow over my face and moaned when I'd reached an orgasm.
He came back up to me, taking my shirt off and sucking my nipples. He put his hand in between my legs, and I spread them. His cock was throbbing. He teased my clit with it, and then finally stuck it in me. I rocked my body with his, as he pinched my nipples and kissed me.
He pulled out of me and came on my stomach. He cleaned it off like a gentlemen, and I sucked him hard again. After this, he turned me on my side and started to finger me again. He was ready for round two. I stayed laying sideways as he fucked me slowly at first and then faster and faster. The next day I was sore and bleeding, but it was well worth it.
It was a Thursday afternoon, which meant game day at our high school. I was on the girls basketball team so I helped set up for the boys game. I went into the gym to find my ex-boyfriend shooting around. He looked at me and I looked at him and we both just smiled. I looked over to see the economics teacher Mr. Tanke deeply reading his news paper. I paid him no mind and went on to talk to Leron. As we went on talking, somehow the subject of sex came up (mind you that all of the time we were together we never fucked) and he suggested that we go into the locker room. Being the stubborn person that I am I asked why. He shook his head in anguish as if he were mad at me, and I hate that, so I said sure. He looked pretty surprised but wasn't completely shocked. He took my hand and led me into the locker room to find it completely empty. He took me to the back portion which was called the cage. He threw me against the wall and we began to kiss deeply and passionately. Before I knew it I felt his hard dick in his warm up suit and I couldn't help but to drop to my knees and suck his sweet long cock. It felt and tasted so good in my mouth that I wanted to swallow it all, and before I knew it he exploded in my mouth. It tasted so great he was surprised to see that a 18-year-old could suck so well. He then feel to his knees and pushed me onto the floor and ate my sweet little pussy vigorously. I had no choice but to cum in his mouth. I was still wet and he was hard again. We fucked hard for about fifteen minutes or so before we both came. I guess all the noise we were making attracted attention cause before we knew it one of his team mates walked in. We looked up from the floor and laughed. He laughed too and said it's game time. Leron said, OK, just give me a minute. We quickly dressed and left out of different exits of the locker room. It was the best one-on-one ever. No winner, no loser, just both opponents satisfied.
Since its inception, this Web site has been dedicated to married couples looking for ways to make their marriages more exciting, more playful, and more fun. However, I recently wrote a "dating" story describing a young, unmarried couple that just might fit in.
Dating today, much to my regret, is quite different from what it was when I was dating. Today, even a casual date often means going to bed together. I believe sex should be reserved for marriage. So I'd like to take you back to a more innocent time--when it was a major decision for a girl how soon to let her new boyfriend kiss her goodnight!
These were not "dull" times by any stretch of the imagination. The same hormones flowed in guys and girls back then as they do now. So it was an intensely exciting period, much more so, really, than dating is today. How much of that tingly excitement, that nervous expectation, that thrill that came from holding hands and kissing goodnight--how much of that can there be when even having sex is hohum and quite ordinary?
Now I want you wives out there to picture yourselves a young girl, maybe late teens or early twenties. It's the late fifties or early sixties--back in days of bobby socks and sock hops. Picture yourselves back when traditional values and morals were the norm. For those of you who actually grew up then, this will be a romantic walk down memory lane as you relive all the excitement of those dates back then. For those of you who grew up later, I want to show you how exciting it was for girls--and guys!--back then. You'll feel the thrill that could come from just a kiss.
But what does all this have to do with your marriages now? Well, guys back then were still guys, and we're hard-wired in a very specific way. Guys could get fresh on a date, and girls had to be on their guard. What a time of mixed emotions that was! One part of you was thrilled when he might try something, oh, just a bit fresh. Another part of you wondered whether you should let him.
Well, now you're married. Wouldn't it be exciting for you if you pretended to be on a date with your husband, and he "got fresh" with you? Think how thrilling that might be! But since you're now married, after first putting up a playful resistance, you can let him get fresh! Think how it could bring you back to the early days of your relationship and how much new life it could bring to your marriage.
Here we go then. I was born and raised in Chicago, so let me take you back to yesteryear, to a wonderful era when so many couples went to Riverview Park on a date. My little story is fully illustrated and written from the girl's point of view. You'll see what you probably would have worn on your date, and you'll see the rides your boyfriend will take you on. But girls, be on your guard--Riverview provided a lot of ways and opportunities for your boyfriend to get fresh with you!
