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My first gf
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We were both 18. Although I'd spent years educating myself with porn, I'd never so much as kissed a girl.
We were penpals and we'd agreed to meet in Manchester. We met at the station and our mutual shyness was a hindrance. After a few hours we both relaxed.
We found some picnic benches near the canal. She was wearing a summer dress.
We started to kiss. Then passion took over. My hands were everywhere. In her top finding her b cup boobs. Under her dress finding her soaking knickers.
I'd read the stories in porno mags, but this was reality. My cock was throbbing. My fingers went under her knickers to find her hairy pussy. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"We were both 18. Although I'd spent years educating myself with porn, I'd never so much as kissed a girl.
We were penpals and we'd agreed to meet in Manchester. We met at the station and our mutual shyness was a hindrance. After a few hours we both relaxed.
We found some picnic benches near the canal. She was wearing a summer dress.
We started to kiss. Then passion took over. My hands were everywhere. In her top finding her b cup boobs. Under her dress finding her soaking knickers.
I'd read the stories in porno mags, but this was reality. My cock was throbbing. My fingers went under her knickers to find her hairy pussy."
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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So we were on this park bench, exploring her. The first time I'd ever kissed, let alone touched a girl. My cock was so hard.
I guided her hands to my crotch, she rubbed it. As she did my fingers went inside her knickers, inside her damp pussy.
My fingers rubbing around, touching exploring. In reality I hadn't a club what I was meant to do. We kissed passionately. She rubbed my crotch.
I moved my hands to her chest. Exploring her b cups again. I wanted to get them out. Pulling her summer dress down a bit to see more of them.
Her hands trying to unzip my jeans. Trying and failing. I unbuttoned and unzipped. Her hand moved into my jeans. My hand had touched it 1000s of times, but never anyone else.
I saw a better view of her tits. Never actually touched a real pair before. My cock was throbbing.
I looked up for a moment, I saw a pair of eyes at first. How long had he been there? Stood silently. Not too close, not too far. In his 50s?
I looked down her top, I looked over at him. I felt my heart pounding. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I looked back to my gf, trying to show more of her tits off. Trying to see them. She'd got her hands into my boxers. Feeling her hands on me.
I couldn't help but look over at the man. He stood watching, seemingly motionless but his eyes watching everything.
I felt fresh air in my cock as my gf brought him out of my boxers. She wrapped her fingers around it.
Never been touched by anyone else before. She started to rub up and down. Up and down. My lack of experience showed. I felt my cock filling with cum. As she rubbed up and down, I felt myself passing that point of no control. I shot so much. It kept shooting. He watched as I came. We watched as we cleaned up. He smiled. He left.
Now this was our first experience. We'd both let our minds runaway with fantasies during our teen years. Now, together, we set out in some horny adventures. This was just the start. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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Our next meeting, again in Manchester. We found a secluded alleyway, near At Ann's Square. We passionately kissed, my hands exploring under her summer dress.
I could feel my cock throbbing how excited I was as my hands grinned her large arse.
I encouraged her fingers into my jeans. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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This was my second encourage with her (and with any woman) I was horny and determined. I undid the top button of my jeans, allowing her access.
Her fingers felt so good. I wanted more. I undid my zip, pushing my waist band down a bit. I reached round and pulled my hard cock out through the fly in my boxers.
Feeling her warm, uncertain hand, and the fresh air on my cock was amazing.
I was so turned on. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"on your knees," I said.
She smiled, knelt. I looked down at this amazing sight.
Please don't cum too soon, I said to myself.
I entered her mouth. How amazing it felt. So warm, wet. That tongue touching my cock.
I looked around, people walking past. This is so horny. God I was confident and horny. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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We had a few more meets in Manchester. It always led to sex. Alley ways, car parks, parks etc. Wherever two horny teenagers could get away with it.
After a couple of months I loved into her parents house. They were quite happy for us to share a room. With her parents out at work daytimes of sex.
We both were horny, we'd both spent years reading erotica. For Halloween I brought her a sexy witch outfit. She loved how it made her feel. She loved the looks she got from men. She confessed later to wondering how many men she'd given Hard-Ons too.
She started to dress sluttier. The skirts became shorter and soon stockings were introduced.
One afternoon trip into Manchester city centre. I remember the eyes of men on her. I told her to stand at the metrolink stop, set slightly higher than the pavement.
How I loved seeing men looking up. We happily talked about what I'd seen when we were in bed later. It turned us both on. |
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We kept being active. We'd have sex in her room, she'd wonder if her parents could hear us. Her skirts kept being short and her tops slowly got lower. Shed always been insecure about her body, but was loving this new confidence in her body.
We'd often have sex in the local park. local kids often used to shout "it's the shaggers". After passing my test we got a car. Trips across the Pennines. Parking up for sex. Driving on the M62 she'd raise her skirt. As we overtook lorries we'd match their speed ensuring they could see her.
Her confidence grew. She loved the power it gave her over (me and) other men.
Trips to pubs became a chance for her to sit on stools showing her chubby legs. She became turned on by married men, out with their wives, trying to catch a glimpse.
The sex later was dominated by what she'd seen and how it made her feel. |
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One evening we'd gone out for a meal, think it was an Italian restaurant. The restaurant was packed.
Her attention was drawn to a nearby couple. Mid 50s? They hardly spoke. Gf commented how miserable he looked. By now she'd perfected a routine of being able to show off. Opening her legs under her short skirt. She commented how he kept looking.
She spent most of the meal her eyes fixed on him.
We walked back to the car, chatting about how he'd kept looking. She commented how wet she was. We got to the car and she wasted no time in getting my cock out.
Soon she was climbing on top of me. Riding my cock she said about his eyes. She said how she wished this was his car. She said how she wished it was his cock. |
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This continued for a while. She'd spot a man, give him an eyeful and then I'd "pretend" to be him. They tended to usually be older men, but occasionally it would be tough lads similar to our age. Her own confidence grew, she became bolder in flashing.
One evening we watched a documentary about dogging. Was one of those channel 4 documentaries. She sat transfixed. I watched her watching the programme, she was nervously biting her lip.
She became bolder about playing in the car. Riding me, telling me to be someone else. Telling "me" not to tell her boyfriend.
She was clearly running away with this fantasy. I'm not quite sure I was running as fast.
One evening we parked in a car park near a lake. It was past dust and a few cars came in circled and left.
We started kissing. She said how that documentary had made her feel. Telling me to finger her soaking wet pussy. She hitched her skirt up. Car headlights lit us for a moment, I stopped. She had my hand there and said "don't you dare"
I carried on. The car drew nearby alongside. Its lights were switched off.
She giggled. She opened her legs wider and my fingers slipped deeper. I unzipped my jeans. "No, not for you," she said.
She started to undo her the top of her dress. I was so nervous, but she didn't seem to be showing any nerves. My nerves must have meant I stopped fingering her. I can't quite recall.
"I'll do it myself," she said and opened the passenger door and walked to the back seat. Opening her legs wider she played with herself, leaving me alone in the front to watch.
She asked me if he was still in his car? Had he got out? What's he doing? Get out the car! All her focus was on him.
Then there was a face close to the window. At this point my nerves took over. I started the car and drove off. She was fuming. Angry. "I wanted him," she screamed. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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So I'd chickened out on that occasion. She was still mad at me. She kept saying how she wishes we'd stayed and how they would have been.
As the days passed, we had sex a few times. During it she'd talk about letting men's hands explore her body. As I was getting close to cumming, she'd stop moving. Making me promise we could go out again. I weakly could not refuse her.
So the evening came... We went out, same car park. She was dressed like she was going clubbing. She told me on the journey how sexy she felt, how confident she felt. She could tell by the bulge in my jeans that I was excited.
We started to kiss, her hands over me. I reached between her legs, she was soaking. Car lights illuminated us for a second, the car pulled up nearby.
We carried on kissing. She pulled up her top. My hands explored her tits. He was stood next to the car. Watching. My heart was pounding, but I remember my promise to her.
As I was playing with her tits, she was watching him. Undoing his trousers and started to rub his hard cock.
"Fuck, he's huge," said my gf.
She lent forward and wound down the window.
He said hello, she said hello and exchanged polite introductions. It stuck me as strange, but reassuring, that at a time like this there was such friendliness.
He asked if he could come closer. She agreed. She reached out her hand to touch his cock. She giggled and moaned.
She was rubbing it gently. He asked if he could touch, pushing me off her she agreed. His large hand came into my car and he was touching my gfs breasts right in front of me.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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His hand was in through the window, touching her tits. What surprised me was how rough he was, I'd always been tender. But he was roughly manhandling her breasts.
I looked at her face, she was smiling, eyes closed. Her hand was limply playing with his cock. She was too busy enjoying her breasts been played with.
I could do little than sit and watch.
His hand moved down her body, over her stomach and to her legs and pussy. She was playing away. She was moaning.
She pulled his cock into the car. She turned to look at me, "so big." Her comment hurt and turned me on at the same time. She started to wank him off.
He was fingering her speedily, but expertly. Soon I heard the first orgasm moans of hers. Louder and louder they got as her whole body shook.
She was wanking him quicker and I heard him start to grunt and then his was shooting her cum across her chest.
"Fuck that was good," he said.
"It was, thank you," she said.
"Hope he enjoyed it," he said.
She looked at me, "well?"
I nodded, not quite sure what to say. |
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