I watched as Don stood and lowered his swim trunks. His huge hard cock seemed to spring forth from his trunks as he lowered them.
This was the first penis I had ever seen ‘in the flesh’ so to speak. I was intrigued. It was thicker and longer than I would have imagined. It stood straight up, about six and a half to seven inches in length. But its girth was what concerned me.
I stared at his throbbing erection thinking that there was no way that huge monster was going to fit inside a tight little vagina like mine. No way!
The first thing I noticed was how distinctive the ridge was that separated the glans from the thick shaft. The glans was slightly larger, or thicker, than the shaft.
I was quite naive about both the male and female anatomy. I thought to myself that the thick, plum shaped head looked like it could wedge in just past my vaginal opening, and then get locked in place! What a predicament that would be, to have this huge monster wedged inside me, unable to withdraw.
Today, nearly a quarter of a century later, I cannot help but smile as I recall the silly, and stupid thoughts I had when I ‘met my first penis’. I really was ignorant about the male anatomy.
The shaft was thickly veined, giving the erection an intimidating, muscular look that scared me a bit.
I also was surprised how much darker it was compared to Don’s natural skin color. The shaft of his penis looked almost purple in shade, and the head had a pinkish tinge to it.
I cannot say it was actually pretty, but I was definitely attracted to its unique look. I wanted to study it further. I wanted to understand how it worked. I wanted to touch it and play with it. There were many things I wanted to do with this new toy.
Don stepped towards me, and started to climb between my legs, I suddenly realized that he wanted to enter me with his massive penis. He wanted to fuck me!
I could not allow that to happen. Not only was that thing far too large to fit inside me, I was not protected. I was not on the pill, and did not have access to any condoms. It never even dawned on me that I might need birth control today.
“Don, we can’t. I can’t risk getting pregnant.”
But Don just continued to crawl up towards me, his large erect penis swaying proudly in front of him as he approached. I tried to close my legs, but he was between them.
“Really, Don, we can’t. Not like this. Please.” My voice quaked with panic.
“Lisa, relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I promise. Trust me and relax.”
Don lay down next to me on his side. He rolled me on my side facing him. His erection was pressing firmly against my vulva. He kissed me. At first, I was a little hesitant to kiss him back. I was unsure if he would suddenly try to penetrate me unprotected. I could feel his erection pulsing against my clitoris.
“Lisa, I just need some contact to help me get off. I won’t try to enter you until you are ready for that, and I will protect you. Neither of us can afford to risk a pregnancy now.”
I felt so stupid. Don was the brightest and most responsible person I knew. Of course he would not risk getting me pregnant. I was embarrassed that I did not trust him more. Every time I learned more about him, it made me like him even more.
Slowly I allowed Don’s tongue to part my lips, as he continued to grind his erection against my vulva.
I was still a bit nervous, unsure of what was happening. Don rolled over, on to his back and pulled me on top of him. Don’s erection was now directly underneath my vulva. My weight was forcing my clitoris firmly on the shaft of his penis.
Lying atop him like this, we kissed deeply. Our tongues playing tag, chasing each other from my mouth to his.
The wetness from my vagina seeped out and coated the shaft of his erection, making it quite slippery.
Don then started arching his hips, rubbing his cock along my slit against my very erect clit. Instinctively, I started ‘humping back’, grinding myself into his cock.
Don reached behind me, reaching up between my thighs with his right hand. His fingers separated the lips of my labia and then located the opening of my vagina from behind.
I was wet and open. Don placed his middle finger inside of me, stimulating my opening while I continued to grind my vulva into his erection.
I was leaking profusely now. My lubrication was literally flowing out of me from the clitoral and vagina stimulations. Don’s penis was sliding along my slickly lubricated slit as he humped up against me.
My arousal continued to build, our breathing seemed to synchronize, getting more pronounced and quicker.
“Don, can you put another finger inside me,” I begged. I felt another orgasm building.
Don slowly wedged his index finger into the tight opening of my vagina.
“Oh, careful, careful. Don’t hurt me. Go slow,” I cautioned.
It took about a minute for me to relax sufficiently to allow Don to penetrate me with his index and middle fingers.
Don’s fingers were stretching my opening, plunging inside of me. Once again, only this time from behind, he was able to reach that special place on the front wall of my uterus.
His left hand was grasping my right butt cheek, holding me in place against his cock, while he fingered me from behind with his right hand.
My arousal was building, but because I had a massive orgasm moments before, I could not seem to climax. I kept getting so close, but it kept slipping away.
I was sliding my wet vulva up and down the length of his rigid shaft as we humped ourselves into a frenzy.
Then Don let out a loud, guttural grunt as his entire body stiffened.
Don was ejaculating on my belly. This excited me tremendously. I had managed to make him cum without risking pregnancy. I sucked his tongue into my mouth as he emptied a large volume of semen.
Suddenly I caught a unique scent; one that I had never experienced before. I cannot describe it other than to say it was pleasant and I liked it. I knew right away I was smelling the faint aroma of Don’s semen.
The warm sperm on my stomach and the erotic aroma of his sperm aroused me, and pushed me over the edge. I felt my vagina spasm, and contract, as my climax overtook me. I felt a shudder come across my body as Don convulsed underneath me.
Within a few seconds, Don’s movements lessened.
I was intrigued with what just happened.
Feeling the gooey wetness on my abdomen, and the fact that Don was no longer grinding against me with the urgency of moments before, I broke off our kiss and asked rhetorically, “Did we get you off? Did you climax like that?”
I am not sure why I asked the question. I already knew he had ejaculated all over my belly. I guess I wanted to hear him say it, to tell me I made him climax.
“You sure did. Can’t you tell? I made a mess all over your tummy,” he replied.
“That is so hot. I had one too. God, you turn me on so much,” I said as I rolled off him. I was amazed at the volume of the sperm he left on my tummy as well as his.
I had never experienced semen before. I scooped a large dollop from my tummy and felt its texture between my fingers. It was strangely viscous and sticky. I could form long strings with it between my thumb and index finger. I studied this amazing elixir with great interest.
I wanted to experience the aroma again. I took a large dollop of the semen on my fingers and brought it to my nose. I inhaled the fragrance. It was a unique scent. I cannot even begin to describe it, but I found the smell strangely appealing.
Don watched with keen interest as I brought the sticky mixture up to my nose to inhale the strange aroma. Yes, I liked the scent of Don’s sperm.
‘Does all semen smell this way?’ I wondered to myself.
I looked at Don and simply said, “This stuff is intriguing. You know, this is the first time I have ever seen sperm.”
Don smiled with amusement, “Well I have plenty more where that came from. You can have all you want.”
“That’s good to know. I wouldn’t want to run out,” I quipped back.
The gelatinous mixture seemed to change color right before my eyes as I studied it. It seemed to change from a white, cloudy color to almost translucent as I watched.
“This stuff is amazing. Can you see it changing color? “I asked, amazed at my discovery.
Don laughed, and said, “I can’t say that I noticed that happening. But I have never studied my ‘cum’ with quite the interest you are showing in it now. You are a very interesting and ‘unique’ girl.”
I smiled, not quite knowing whether ‘unique’ was a compliment or an insult in this situation.
I was tempted to taste his semen with the tip of my tongue, but I did not. I feared Don would think I was too slutty or weird.
I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 2:50 p.m. Don had been here less than three hours. Much had transpired in that short period. I knew I had several hours before mom got home, so we were not in a rush to get dressed.
I looked at the gooey mess on my belly and said, “We should clean up. Would you care to join me in the shower?”
“I would love to,” he replied.
I led him to the bathroom that adjoined my bedroom. As I stood up, I cupped my hand under the globs of semen that started sliding down my stomach to keep them from dripping on the carpet. I noticed that Don was also cupping his hand under his penis to catch any drips as well.
Neither of us wanted to stain the carpet with his semen.
I grabbed a couple of tissues, handed one to Don and we both captured the majority of the semen and disposed of the evidence in the toilet.
I was surprised by how comfortable we both seemed to feel at this moment. We were both naked, and we had both experienced impressive climaxes with each other. Yet, we seemed to still be close friends whose relationship had expanded somewhat this afternoon.
I wondered silently ‘what was the nature of our relationship now?’
I mean, did Don think of this as a one time, casual incident? Did he see me now as a sex buddy whom he could visit while he was home this summer? Or were we more than that? Were we boyfriend and girlfriend; perhaps a couple? I guess the next few days would answer that question.
Don and I entered the shower, and we washed each other. Don shampooed my hair and I scrubbed his back. He remained firm, but not fully erect. Our showering together was one of the sexiest moment of my life. I was falling in love with this man.
Oh, how I hoped this wasn’t a one-time occurrence. I hoped that I meant more to him than that.
(Note: a special thanks to Lisa and Don, whose help in proofreading and editing this story has greatly improved its quality.)
Coming soon: Chapter 3: Lisa’s First Love – Don wants to take my virginity
