19 Year Old Virgin

Was it really almost 20 yrs ago? Doesn’t seem like it. I can remember…..

Nineteen years old and still a virgin. Now that’s something
you don’t want to get around to the rest of your shipmates. But hey,
I was a little drunk and looking for sympathy when the subject of
“last piece” came up. I was only temporarily assigned to the ship and
wasn’t really part of the group. They let me tag along sometimes and
that’s why I was there when the subject came up. So I told them I was
a virgin. Got LOTS of sympathy. I’m just glad it was a small bar. I
didn’t have a lot of laughter to run through getting out of the place.

It was about three weeks later when Bill came up to me on a
Saturday night and asked if I wanted to hit some bars. I was bored
and , of course, ever hopeful Miss Right would be out there and said
OK. Since we heading out on a cruise the following Monday, I figured
I better get some shore leave in before we shipped out. Bill jokingly
said “Maybe weUll get you laid tonight.” Yeah, right. In a pigs eye.

We took off and headed down the ‘strip’ (every Navy town has
one). I was driving my relatively ‘new’ 68 Skylark; relative since it
was 1973 and the car was ‘new’ to me. Bill said “Fuck it, let’s try
someplace else. Someplace where there aren’t a lot of sailors ruining
the place.” Sounded good to me so I let him lead the way. We drove
around Newport quite a while with Bill giving directions. I had a
feeling he was looking for someplace in particular but didn’t really
care. Finally he directed us into a parking lot and we went into the
adjacent bar.

“Jesus, this place looks dead” I said. Bill told me to just
wait and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We had a couple of
beers while the place started to fill. Most of the newcomers were
older women. At 19, any ‘woman’ is older; these looked to be over 30
with an occasional over 40 mixed in. Very few men which made me
wonder if Bill had picked a lesbian bar (I hate that terminology). It
was still kind of early and we were working on our third beer ( I was,
Bill was on 4 or 5) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air,
turned to the mostly female population at the bar and said “I have a
virgin here, how much do I hear?” All I could think of was “How could
I let myself be embarrassed like this again?” I steeled myself to
slink out amongst the expected laughter when I noticed there wasn’t
any. Looking around, all I saw was expectant and, in some cases,
hungry looks. I grinned sheepishly at the wolves and said nothing,
just kept sipping my beer.

Being 19 and not a professional drinker, the beer started
having its effect. I remember talking to a lot of the women there
(the beer relieved some of my inhibitions) but was not ‘attacked’ by
any of them. The band started playing and I danced with the women I
was speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman enter the
bar. Beautiful! About 34, 5’6″, brunette, and a body that would knock
you socks off. She was obviously a regular since she said hi to
almost everyone there. I didn’t pay much attention to her since she
looked so damn good. Figured my chances, coupled with my inexperience
and age, were nil (typical of ALL my thinking about girls/women at
that time). The woman I was dancing with saw me looking and just
smiled.

After the dance was over, my partner excused herself saying
she had to talk with some friends. I went back to the bar and talked
a while with Bill. I noticed that my last dance partner was talking
to the brunette but I didn’t think anything of it. Next thing I new I
was being tapped on the shoulder. Turning around I almost choked on
my beer; it was the brunette asking me if I wanted to dance. Nodding
my affirmation (thank God I didn’t have to open my mouth and make a
fool of myself) I followed her out to the dance floor.

We spent the next few hours dancing and drinking until the bar
closed. Bill left with one of the women we had talked to earlier with
the parting shot “Give her hell!” Mary (the brunette) simply smiled
at him and leered at me. I figured she was only flirting and nothing
would come of it. When it got down to us and a few other clients,
Mary asked if I would give her a ride home. Sure, I was hoping but
figured my typical luck would hold out and nothing would happen.

It didn’t take long before I was totally lost. I kept
following her directions figuring “it’s her house, she knows the way.”
Suddenly she said “turn right here!” I turned the car onto a dirt road
and quickly had to hit the brakes. Before me were rows of corn stalks
with no house in sight. She reached over, turned off the ignition,
and said “I understand youre a virgin. I’d like to do something about
that.”

Now, a note of clarification on my virginity. I had dated a
girl during my senior year in high school and we got pretty serious.
Without going into detail on how it happened (another story, perhaps?)
we experimented our way into heavy petting, and graduated to some mild
oral sex (no orgasm this way, at least for me) and mutual
masturbation. Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, and
down right fear of pregnancy kept us from going any further. The same
guilt and paranoia always infected our trysts and made them less
enjoyable. I digress but it is important to the story….

I was terrified! I wanted her so bad but my fear of failure,
self, etc. was almost overpowering. She slid over to my side (thank
God I didn’t have bucket seats!), put her arms around my neck, and we
started kissing. The new moon, hanging low in the eastern sky,
provided a pale surrealistic light to the situation. She slid her
tongue inside my mouth and played with mine in a way that promised
greater things to come. But still, I was petrified. I knew this was
it; it was finally going to happen. Technically I new what to do (I’d
seen pornos, read books, practiced by myself) but I was so nervous I
couldn’t think what to do first. She broke the kiss and said “This
really IS your first time, huh?” All I could do was nod. Couldn’t
even mention the little I had done in high school. “Well, we’ll just
have to find something to do to calm you down”, she said. Right, got
any phenobarbitol? I’m 19, finally gonna get laid, and she thinks she
can calm me down? Good luck.

She again started kissing me, that wonderful tongue playing
intricate games in my mouth. Her hands unbuttoned my shirt and
started caressing my chest and occasionally venturing down to my
stomach and the start of my pants. My cock was straining and almost
screaming at me to get started. Tentatively I reached out and cupped
her breasts. She moaned, reached both arms behind me and crushed
herself against me. I almost passed out! This was too good to be
true! No begging or pleading, just someone who wanted it as much as
I. Somehow I got her shirt unbuttoned and began caressing her
breasts. MAGNIFICENT! She broke our embrace, reached behind and
unsnapped her bra. She smiled at me as her breasts tumbled free,
grabbed my head from behind, and pulled me down to those globes. I
was lost in between them! I kissed and sucked her tits, going from
one to the other, slathering them with my tongue without touching her
nipples. She lay back moaning, crushing my head to her breasts.
Finally, I began running my tongue around her nipples first in large
circles which gradually became smaller until my tongue was flicking
across her nipple. Slowly, I drew the nipple into my mouth and began
to suck on it. The pressure of her hands on my head increased and I
tried to suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. I went
back and forth between those melons driving both of us into a frenzy.

By this time my dick was in extreme pain. I new I had to do
something to relieve the pressure but felt I needed to do more to
please her. I remembered one of my shipmates telling how he preferred
cunnilingus before entry to help excite the woman and reduce the
amount of stroking required for her to reach orgasm. And believe me,
I was determined that she would also reach orgasm. I began running my
tongue down her chest to her stomach and back to her breasts. I was
curious if she wanted me or even would let me go down on her. Taking
her louder moans as an un-official endorsement, I began to undue her
pants. She lifted her ass and helped me pull her pants down and off.
I began to go lower toward her cunt when she pulled my head away,
looked into my eyes, and asked “Do you know what you’re doing?” Not
wanting to spoil the situation by saying something stupid I simply
nodded. “I thought you were a virgin?” she asked. I mumbled
something about reading a lot and she chuckled in a very sexy manner
and said go ahead.

I again lowered my head to her stomach and continued running
my tongue around the area, occasionally dipping below into her panties
and dramatically increasing her moans. I grabbed her panties and
slowly drew them off. She twisted in the seat so that her head rested
on the passenger side arm rest with her legs spread on the seat
(thanks mom for not letting me buy that sports car!). Starting at her
knees, I ran my tongue down her legs to where her cunt hairs just
started tickling my nose. Knowing that I should start at her clitoris
(thanks to “Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To
Ask”), and the general location, I used my tongue to explore until I
found it. I started flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking it
into my mouth. She arched her hips, grabbed my head, and crushed it
against her cunt. Whatever I lacked in experience I tried to make up
for in effort. I kept sucking gently on her clit, my saliva mixing
with her juices, until she was soaked. Leaving her clit I moved down
and began tonguing her vagina. Taking a deep breath, I shoved my
tongue as far into pussy as it would go. She mashed my head against
her moaning “Jesus, a natural pussy eater!” Hearing that drove me
wild! I began thrusting my tongue in and out with short trips back up
to her clit. I just couldn’t get enough of it with her moaning how
good it felt and kept fucking her cunt with my tongue.

Finally, I’d had enough. Not that I couldn’t continue doing
that, I just couldn’t take the pressure on my cock. Breaking her
iron-like grasp on my head, I pulled back and began taking off my
pants. She smiled at me and said “Now it’s my turn.” “NO!” I almost
screamed, “I couldn’t take it!” She smiled knowingly at me and laid
back down on the seat again spreading her legs. This was it. The
moment of truth! I knelt between her legs and she reached down and
grabbed my cock. I almost died! Just having someone else besides me
touch my cock was fantastic. She stroked it back and forth a few
times muttering “it feels sooo nice!” Grabbing my cock, she pulled me
towards her and down to her pussy. Without letting go of my cock, she
slowly worked it into her pussy grabbing my ass with her other hand.
I couldn’t believe the sensation! Rosie Palm and her five sisters
NEVER felt like this! When she had all of me in her, she let go of my
cock, grabbed my ass with both hands, and moved her hips up and down
against me. At last I was fucking a woman! I started getting carried
away and thrust with all my strength against her, her hands on my ass
pulling me deeper into her pussy.

I knew I couldn’t take much more of this. Feeling an orgasm
start, I shouted “STOP!” Too late, I started coming inside her but
held myself very still hoping I could control how much I came. She
looked up at me and asked “Did you come?” “A little”, I replied.
Smiling, she stroked my cheek and asked “Do you want to stop?” I
shook my head no and started stroking my still hard cock inside her.
Now I understood one of the benefits of being 19, healthy, and
incredibly horny: once just wasnUt going to be enough! I also noticed
that the first ‘little’ orgasm seemed to deaden the sensations in my
cock. Realizing I could now fuck her without worrying about coming
too fast, I went at it with a renewed gusto. She looked at me and
moaned “I don’t believe it!” My ego soared! I was Tarzan dominating
Jane! I was the fulfillment of the male image! Marlboro Man look
out! I’m riding this mare to the sunset! I kept up the pace, going
in and out, as deep as I could, her writhing and moaning driving me to
animal passion that almost scared me. Her hips thrusting back at me
met my every stroke with equal, passionate force. Suddenly, she
grabbed me around the hips with her legs, and sinking her teeth into
my neck, began to come. Her vagina clamped down on my cock and I
could feel it pulsate in rhythm to her body convulsions as she became
lost in the throes of her orgasm. I couldn’t believe that I had
actually done that to a woman.

She held on to me long after the orgasm subsided, my cock
still hard inside her. Finally she relaxed her legs and let me pull
out of her. I didn’t want to leave that warm, marvelous cavern but my
arms were shaking from holding myself up. I sat back on the seat with
a silly grin on my face. She sat up, saw the grin, and chuckled
“Well, how was it?” Still grinning I replied “WOW, it’s a lot better
than I thought!” She laughed and snuggled up to me, her breasts
pressing against my arm. I lit a cigarette for both of us and we sat
there in silence smoking. She finished half of hers and snubbed it
out. Leaning back against me, she started stroking my thigh and said
“Well, we can’t go with you only having a little orgasm. How about a
big one?” I was shocked! My high school escapades previously
mentioned always ended with one orgasm no matter how good it was. Now
here was a woman asking if I wanted more. I don’t think I can relate
the male ego boost that occurs even today upon hearing that! I looked
at her, nodded and said “I don’t know if I can come again.” She
looked me in the eye and said “Let me worry about that.”

Using both hands she gently forced me back until my head lay
on the driver’s side armrest, my legs spread on the seat. Being
obviously of a vengeful nature, she began running her tongue down my
legs and around my stomach being careful to avoid my crotch. I moaned
and writhed under her ministrations, thrusting my hips involuntarily
into the air. Finally, after one tongue excursion down my thigh, she
began tonguing my balls. She went back and forth between them getting
the hairs soaked with her saliva. She suddenly stopped, looked up at
me, and took my left testicle into her mouth. She sucked on it softly
and stroked it with her tongue. Letting it slide sensuously out of
her mouth, she repeated with the right testicle. She went back and
forth between them, sometimes using her mouth to ‘fuck’ my balls,
sliding them individually in and out, in and out. She stopped, and
taking a deep breath, took both balls into her mouth at the same time,
gently stuffing them in with her hands. The sensation was
overpowering. My cock felt more engorged with blood than ever before;
bouncing up at the sky with every beat of my heart. I squirmed
repeatedly underneath her which seemed to drive her into a heightened
frenzy. She kept sucking on my balls like she couldn’t get enough,
her eyes constantly open and watching my reactions.

Suddenly, she pulled back slightly and let my balls pop out of
her mouth. She began running her tongue up and down on the underside
of my cock. Occasionally she would wrap her lips as much as possible
around the side of my cock and suck it or stroke her lips up and down,
pausing close to the head. She opened her mouth and placed my cock
inside on her tongue rubbing it all around without closing her mouth.
I’d only seen this done in porno movies and experiencing it was almost
unbearable. She grabbed my cock with her hands and closed her mouth
about the head, slowly sucking it in until she had about half of it in
her mouth. She kept it there, sucking on it like a popsickle, her
eyes glued to mine savoring my every reaction. She closed her eyes and
started stroking her head up and down on my straining cock, going
deeper and deeper with every stroke, until finally all of my cock was
buried in her mouth. She ground her face against my stomach, twisting
her head back and forth, then returning to fucking my cock with her
mouth. This sure wasn’t going to take too long. Nothing in my
previous experience could possibly prepare me for this! I could feel
my balls swelling, getting ready to expel my juices. I grabbed her
head and twisted it up without removing my cock and told her I was
going to come. I thought she would pull away and let me come in the
air like in high school but I was wrong. I removed my hands from her
head as she mumbled a negative and increased her sucking up and down.
Again I grabbed her head and started helping her up and down on my
cock. The pressure kept increasing and increasing until suddenly, I
began to come! She thrust her head down on my cock, taking it as deep
as before. I shot jet after jet of come into her throat while she
continued to bob her head up and down on my deeply engulfed cock. It
was like I couldn’t stop coming and she couldn’t get enough. As the
flow lessened, she pulled her head back and began running my still
spurting cock around her face. The muscles in my body were shaking
from my tensing them. Finally I stopped and she took my softening
cock back into her mouth, gently licking and sucking it. She used her
fingers to wipe off her face and sucked off the collected come. We
both fell asleep.

I woke up about an hour later, saw the time, woke up Mary and
said “I’ve got to get back on board ship.” We dressed and I took her
home. I laughed when it turned out her home was only three blocks
away from the bar. I asked her why we didn’t go to her house and she
said she didn’t want her husband catching us! I couldn’t believe it!
I asked her if we could get together again and she smiled at me and
said ” Who knows? You can find me at the bar.” She kissed me
tenderly and walked into her house…..

I went back to the bar after we got back into port about 2
months later but she never showed up. I drove by her house but it was
up for sale. Nobody at the bar knew what had happened to her or when
exactly she left. I’m happily married now with a wife that fulfills
my every fantasy and desire so I have no need to look for another
woman. Still, I guess you never forget your first experience,
especially one as wild as that one was. I hated waiting until I was
19 but in hindsight, it was well worth it! The message? Don’t
discount older women. Their capacity to please can be overwhelming
and their capacity to give can be bottomless.

Thanks Mary, wherever you are. I’ll never forget you…….