Petting And Other Caresses, Waves Of Pleasure The First Time

Who does not know it from his young age – petting. It calms the little stalk or the small tight pussy. In our hot story, however, a woman does this for the first time in her life. But we stick to it?

My name is Tanya I have been living in the small town of Anhalt for four years and am eighteen years old. I will finish my apprenticeship as a Fleuristin in a few weeks. Then I want to go out into the world. No, do not overdo it, maybe first to the capital. I feel ready to stand on my own two feet. For three weeks, I also feel as a woman, as really grown up. Because I finally jumped over my shadow. I first had a man close to me.

Petting and sex in our love camp of feelings

My first time petting and sex! Over the weekend we were with the troop with the tents at the nearby Baggersee. We were two wives and two boys. There was no couple here. We were just like a buddy together. Of course, therefore, women and boys slept neatly separated. The strange environment brought a lot of sounds that just did not make me fall asleep. It was already past midnight, my girlfriend asked sleepily: “Are you still awake or again? I thought, I stroked you wonderfully to sleep. Was not it nice our petting? Anyway, I came twice and then had the right bed weight. “I growled:” Unfortunately, I did not come to the petting. My own games and petting frustrate me slowly more than they satisfy me. I stupid turkey, why did I bark at Sven just as he wanted to get into the box with me. I think I’ll be bitchy if I do not even get a miss. ”

I had no idea that Thorsten, one of our boys from the neighboring tent, was sitting right behind us and smoking a cigarette. As luck would have it, on the next morning Thorsten and I had the chance to cycle to the village and buy a few more things. That all this was fine threaded, I learned much later. At first I cycled with him at ease. I still was, when I noticed how he made a detour. Actually, that was completely to my liking. I liked cycling, also for the figure. I did not become astonished until Thorsten demanded a break in a field with hay ladders. As far as we were not even driven. Something was wrong, but I did not resist. The wheels we put in the shade of a haystack and we sit at the back in the sun. I thought so. As soon as we sat, he took me without a comment in his arms and kissed me. I kissed back, but then said: “Thorsten, what’s that? You know that I’m going to Berlin in a few weeks. You have a permanent place in your father’s workshop. “He murmured,” In a few weeks! Let’s do sex and petting, he said. Do you always have to think so far ahead? “For a long time we discuss back and forth. He even made a well-packaged declaration of love for me. It went down so smoothly that for a moment I thought about not going to the capital. After the fifth or sixth kiss, I lay under him and the bottom of my swimsuit next to me.

Petting is cool, I thought, but when does he do it right?

Mighty I had resisted. Finally he managed to rob me of it. At the top I probably looked very adventurous. He simply pushed the sweater and bikini top up. I was completely devoted and enjoyed petting as he caressed my breasts. He stroked her with both hands and kissed the sensitive nipples celestially. A few times I had the stand in his pants get somewhere. Sometimes it felt like he deliberately squeezed me with his hog, so I should have access. I was too cowardly. I also verbally refused again. I said to him on the head: “Today you lay me flat, have petting and sex with me and tomorrow you want to know nothing more about me. How many women were you in the box with? Did you fuck and petting with them? I really thought differently. Precisely because he had experiences with other women, I found it scary to benefit from it. At least one should be familiar with the first time !? I was finally taken by surprise when he pushed my skirt up, knelt between my legs and opened his pants. The behemoth that immediately jumped out surprised me somewhat. I’ve never noticed that when petting. I had seen lout ever before, when we had all jumped naked in the evening in the lake. It was new to me that he could moult that way. “That’s right,” he asked, “you have not done it with any petting, or sex?” I was perplexed. I would never have admitted that to myself. I was over eighteen and had not had any in it yet? But now I simply nodded to his words. “N / A”. He said pretty cool, “let’s be very careful with the sweet little mouse.”

My honest admission seemed to change his mind. Lang stretched out by my side. His mouth worked diligently alternately over my breasts. I was happy. The nipples had become very hard meanwhile and craved for such kind caresses. He was not awkward. Sometimes he soon got his mouth full, and then he just sucked on the warts and nudged them at the same time with the tip of his tongue. He made me a damn good petting. Although I myself had a great deal of practice in stimulating my abdomen with my fingers as he did, it was quite different. Already that they were alien hands made me scary. His pace and rhythm were also crazy. At first I was disappointed that he massaged my clitoris with one hand and caressed with the other only over the labia. Very gently, his finger only got lost sometimes in the highly sensitive wet column. At some point he probably had the right nose. One finger he pushed me very carefully into the vagina while petting. I reared up in delight and almost laughed at him as he softly asked, “I think you have not … are you still a virgin?”

We had some petting and then he took me, made a woman out of me

I brought his head very close to mine, kissed him intimately and gave him to understand that the actual act of defloration had long been done by own players. His cheeky grin provoked me to say, “Do not do that. You guys do it yourself too, when a droplet shows for the first time and the tail is upright every morning. “He grinned again. This time, however, not outrageous. He just added, “If you know it well, why do not you try it on me?” I was glad. For a long time I wanted to access. Now I was even asked to do so and would have stood there as a gos if I had not responded. So I reached his lap doing some petting. To my pleasure, his cock was still stock-still. Sure, I instinctively made the right moves, because it did not take long until he became very fidgety and I saw his desire to shoot the field. Anxiously, I asked myself: Was this something your first time? No, that was not it. With his petting and the tenderness on the breasts, the waves beat higher and higher. In my excitement I had not noticed that his jewelry had risen again fully. I felt the inside of my thighs get hot, my whole abdomen vibrating fine. Full of fervor I groaned: “Come right to me.”

He knelt and motioned for me to take my legs very high up to my breasts. I’ll never forget the feeling of the moment when he pushed his thick cock into me for the first time. No idea of pain, but an unforgettable feeling of well-being. I could have hugged the whole world right now. I could have died with him. When I slept with Thorsten afterwards, I always had to think about our first time. Of course, our sex has gotten better and better. I have never again experienced the sensations of my first time. It was such a mixture of surprise and overwhelming, of whipping lust in petting, sex and boundless satisfaction. After my second orgasm, Thorsten had to shake me up violently. I did not sleep. I just lay there, deep in my body, unable to move or willing. I always liked petting, but from now on I only wanted real sex.