NINETEEN YEARS OLD

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 were 
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 we'll 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 your 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 her-self 
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 you're 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 Phenobarbital? 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 did. 
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 he 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 sea t 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 
"Every-thing 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 some 
one else besides me touch my cock was fantastic. She 
stroked it back and forth a few times muttering "it 
feels so 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 sensations! 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 wasn't 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 sinuously 
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 Popsicle, 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 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 two 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...