Back in 1995, I had my most memorable sexual experience. I was eighteen at that point.
She was a mature woman, approximately ten to fifteen years older than I was.
Where do I start?
I started delivering newspapers early in the morning shortly after graduating from high school. I generally accepted the position as a valuable chance to sort out on my bicycle. Later that day, I worked another job that paid better, but the extra money was good and I was staying in shape.
I was quickly riding my bike from house to house in a neighborhood close to my neighborhood every day, beginning at around 6 a.m. Being alone outside in the morning was a pleasant experience for me. I had more than fifty unique houses along a few roads and it would just take me about an hour to finish, everyday.
Once more, relatively few individuals were physically functional as of now, normally. I would simply ride up each driveway, reach into my bag, and then throw a newspaper on the porch before moving on to the next one.
Be that as it may, there was this one house where this specific lady would be there, apparently hanging tight for me every day.
Without giving away too much at this point, this is basically where my story begins and my virginity ends; therefore, continue reading!
Her initials were Candace. On the other side of town, she worked as an English teacher at a high school. She was known as Ms. Van Horne to her understudies. a very nice and attractive woman. On that, more later.
In any case, she’d routinely be there first thing, sitting on her yard step hanging tight for her paper conveyance. I could see several full bookshelves in her house through the front window whenever I pulled up on my bike, indicating that she was a voracious reader.
She always carried the same large coffee mug in her hands and wore pink fuzzy slippers. A long, cuddly-looking fleece housecoat was usually the only other thing she wore.
She sat with a cute little terrier dog on a leash who frequently sniffed the front yard.
She would always wave to me and smile broadly, which pleased me. We generally had a short discussion of some sort. She seemed a little lonely to me. She was outrageously lovely to be forlorn! Could it be that she was as anxious to see me as she was to read her newspaper? I was uncertain.
In any case, it was becoming piece of my daily schedule to pause and talk with her consistently. She was a great conversationalist and personable. Even if only for a brief moment, I began to anticipate each day’s visit with her with anticipation.
We eventually started calling each other by first name, and I would say that we were getting to know each other quite well. Every day after the following, our discussions appeared to continue a piece longer. We would talk about many little details about our lives. We occasionally shared too much, but it never felt awkward.
We’d talk about everything, from school life to our crazy dogs to the neighborhood. Somewhat here, and a little there every day.
Because of my daily delivery to her house, it had become a routine we followed together, and it was almost as if we had become friends.
I found out that she was single and divorced. She found out that I had just graduated from high school and had started
dating.
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It became increasingly clear from her demeanor that she found me attractive. I had played sports and was actually advanced. For my age, I was also quite mature and self-assured. She was picking up on that and my own signals of attraction to her, which I could tell she was.
She had once mentioned that she had noticed me and that she had enjoyed watching my high school baseball team play the team from her school earlier in the spring. She went on to say that I could swing my bat very well. I almost said something inappropriate in response, but I kept my mouth shut.
Presently let me rapidly depict Ms. Candace Van Horne.
She had shoulder-length, reddish brown hair that had been stylishly cut into bangs and measured about 5’8″. Each time I saw her, she always had a slightly messed-up appearance that I found adorable and endearing because she had probably just woken up. Her face was pretty and exceptionally ladylike. She had glasses on. Under them were an exquisite arrangement of green eyes. She never seemed to put on any make-up and was naturally pretty. Her lips were beautifully shaped and full.
At some point, she wore very perfectly sized night robe rather than her long housecoat. I found out then that she had a very sexy body.
Yes, she had a truly stunning physique. Slim, athletic, and curvy at the same time. She had large breasts that hung down naturally and showed a lot of bulk and cleavage.
Let me tell you, I can immediately distinguish fake ones from hers. Not fat or heavy, just normally huge and perfectly molded.
That’s her in the photo attached! In 1996, after we had become more romantically involved, I took a picture of her!
Back to me!
Close to this time, I seldom saw her posterior – with the exception of one time when she twisted around to watch out for her canine who had something in its mouth that it shouldn’t have gotten!
Just that one time did I have a decent lengthy gander at her from behind, and I needed to snap a photo of what I saw!
She had hips, legs, and an extremely sexy back. A few ladies are simply impeccably shaped all over from head to toe. In those days, that is the most accurate description of Candace.
I could even make out a high-cut panty line that was slightly visible over her sexy butt cheeks while she was wearing those tight pajamas. This had my brain hustling for quite a long time subsequently, and soon thereafter I jolted off while pondering her.
She didn’t seem at all self-conscious about the possibility of appearing sexually attractive or provocative in front of me, despite my occasional glances, which she must have noticed. But I think she wanted it this way over time.
Moving on, I was truly taken aback by the day “it happened.”
Above all else, when I maneuvered up onto her carport, she wasn’t there. Also, no dog on a long leash.
I’ll concede I was a piece frustrated as I just accepted it as a given that she’d be there hanging tight for me like some other morning.
I chose not to respect it. This time, she probably just slept in.
In any case, I rode up her carport to convey her paper. After lowering my paper sack and putting down my bike, I got off. I grabbed a piece of paper from her and decided to take a quick break there by walking it up to her porch step.
Maybe I’d stand by a little while in the event that she was going to come outside?
But as I got closer to her front door, I could see through the door window, which was small and etched with designs but still transparent, that there was light inside.
I should not have done this, but I started sneaking a peek through the tiny window in her door. The next thing I saw was the most seductive thing my young eyes had ever seen.
I could see a set of stairs leading to the second floor above about forty feet down the hallway, which was only partially lit.
Over the stairs, a second light suddenly came on.
In a progression of a couple of moments – descending the steps I previously saw a bunch of pink shoes, then I saw a lovely arrangement of exposed legs.
After that, I saw a huge brownish-red bush and a sexy pair of hips moving side to side down the steps. There was no doubt as far as I can say it was an exceptionally lovely, bare lady descending the steps.
Then, I saw a couple of weighty bosoms influencing and skipping down the means, as well. They each a had pink areola covering a decent measure of boob skin in breadth. Nipples that were pointing in opposite directions toward the sky and away from them, like puffy pink circles from heaven.
It was Candace, yes. The teacher of English, Ms. Van Horne, was completely naked. I was unable to trust my eyes!
She had a hairier bush than any of the women I’d seen up until that point in Playboy or Penthouse, as I could see from that far away. This wasn’t ugly to me by any stretch of the imagination – her pubic hair alongside the remainder of her – she was simply so normally attractive. As womanly as you could get!
Looking simply a brief moment longer, underneath her shrub I could make out her pink pussy lips, though very narrowly, as well. Wow.
She was hurrying along with her fleece housecoat in her hand. Once when she came to the fundamental floor, she held it up and quickly started to put it on. I had already turned around and walked away from her step toward my bike after she fastened the belt that came with it around it.
The entire time, I was sure beyond a shadow of a doubt she wasn’t glancing toward me. By and by, I figured regardless of whether I’d been gotten, I would’ve recently concocted a rationalization on the spot. If she said anything, I planned to even simply apologize for looking in.
Pulling it together, I paused, choosing to imagine I wasn’t in any way shape or form staggered in the wake of seeing such a lovely, stripped body.
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When the front door opened, I was raising my bike.
Astounded to see me holding up there, she grinned and welcomed me, it was great to say my timing.
She said she had slept in a little, but she saw me get off my bike through her window.
Shockingly, she then, at that point, welcomed me in – saying she planned to make a few espresso and warm up certain biscuits. I was asked if I had time to stay with her for a while.
I generous acknowledged and entered her front entryway, saying that I was at that point wrapped up of my run (despite the fact that I really wasn’t).
Her dog saw me as I was walking down the hall and came barking over to greet me. It then started licking my legs, as I was in jean shorts.
I sat down to play with the dog for a short time, sharing his enthusiasm for the activity. Amusingly enough, it came in exceptionally close and begun sniffing my groin.
Candace saw this, chuckled and afterward pulled him away from me. I saw her cleavage as she entered, and I also saw her briefly staring at my jean shorts’ bulge.
It was a lovely spot. We went to the kitchen, where I sat at the dining table while she heated the muffins and made coffee for us both. I nodded when she asked me if I wanted sugar and cream. She started walking over to me with the coffee and we kept talking.
I will forever be grateful to the all-powerful Lord Jesus for the foolish dog’s subsequent action.
Her crazy mutt jumped and grabbed her housecoat belt as she was carrying two hot cups of coffee, one full cup in each hand, toward me and the table.
Candace laughed as she unsuccessfully attempted to slowly place the two cups down while quickly twirling it and loosening it in front of me. I attempted to demonstrate that I was shielding my eyes from her, but I was unable to fully turn away in time.
Her lovely pussy and large tits were once more exposed when her housecoat opened up directly in front of me without any way to avoid it!
Dog, thanks!
Eyes completely open, I just stayed there.
The best part was that even as she covered herself up once more, she didn’t seem at all ashamed of what had happened. In no way. The entire time, she laughed.
She then inquired if I had enjoyed the morning’s entertainment and excitement.
I gestured my head, and grinned, yet entirely stayed quiet. As she quieted the canine down and brought it into another room, I carefully advised myself to keep cool and just let her communicate everything.
Strolling back to me, she shook her head while snickering lavishly about what had occurred.
“At least our coffee wasn’t lost on me!” She stated
As she plunked down in her seat, she took a full breath and had a long taste, empowering me to have some as well. I took a long swallow, as well — delicious, and the perfect temperature.
Then, with a grin, she timidly inquired as to whether I had figured out how to see quite a bit of her under her housecoat.
I confessed at that point that I hadn’t intended to see her a lot, but that I thought she had a beautiful body underneath and that she shouldn’t be ashamed of what had happened.
When I read her reaction, she blushed immediately and said, “Thanks.” She seemed truly delighted by what I had said.
Instantly, I chose to risk too much for only a small gain a bit. Without squandering an open door, I told her I thought she was amazingly provocative and that I was particularly drawn to her.
We both moved closer to one another, making sincere eye contact that was done in silence.
She took her glasses off and drew in much nearer for a long, enthusiastic kiss. It was great. She smelled pleasant and her lips tasted so great. I reached over and stroked her gorgeous locks.
We both ended up standing with full embraces as we leant forward. We just sat there for a long time, necking and feeling each other a little. I was extremely astonished by her response to my words, and it was evident that she had caught my attention. Together, we were now getting very hot and heavy.
I was new to something like this, however her experience directed me along calmly and effortlessly. It was amazing and so hot.
After that, she instructed me to remove my shirt, so I did. She loosened her housecoat in the interim and let it fall to the ground. Wow, what a sight to see.
Her enormous, stunning tits are now pressing against my chest. She felt and looked amazing on my skin.
I particularly started to get an erection as I squeezed facing her middle, in the tosses of warmed kissing which had heightened.
She pulled me closer to her as she felt my cock grow larger against her, allowing it to grow larger and larger against her naked skin. My jean shorts were now being pushed out and up by my lengthening and thickening rod, and the pressure was starting to hurt a little. My white briefs, which were also becoming excessively tight and uncomfortable, were worn underneath my jean shorts.
She reached down with both hands and unfastened my belt, recognizing my discomfort and the strain that a large erection can place on clothing. She then unzipped me and unbuttoned my shirt.
Then her hand went in.
While gently squeezing my balls, she giggled and looked around for a few seconds. Then, at that point, her breathing changed as she felt the full length of my shaft and head through my clothing.
“Oh my! You have a very large one. I need to see it.”
She continued to bring down my shorts to my lower legs and afterward off. I was now completely hard as I watched her do this with her gorgeous tits and bush in front of me.
She quickly took off my briefs as well, and as she pulled the waistband down, she saw my now fully extended cock. It bounced around a bit before pointing skyward as it emerged. She let out a brief gasp before quickly grabbing it by the shaft.
While her other hand played with my balls, she began by stroking it up and down slowly and gently. My rooster bended up to a little more than 7″ long and around 6″ around — my greatest volume hardness.
“Mmm… you have such a pleasant penis,” she commented, examining it from all points.
“I love how it feels in my hand. It’s long but not too long, and it has a nice amount of girth. You have huge nuts, as well.”
Running her hand up the length of my rooster, she then stopped to feel the tip, saying, “You likewise have a thicker head than most folks. A huge head that seems to be a candy to me.”
My cock was in her mouth almost as soon as she said that.
Proceeding to stroke my shaft with one hand, she gradually sucked the top of my chicken, daintily and gradually from the outset – however at that point firmer and quicker. She made messy sucking clamors which I adored hearing.
“You taste so great! Mmmm…” I’d never had a blowout before, and it felt better than I could have ever imagined—better than any time I’d ever jerked off with moisturizing cream—anytime, ten thousand times better!
For quite some time, her scorching, slobbering mouth slowly sucked me up and down. mainly in and around my cocked head. She would occasionally lick and sucking each of my balls into oblivion or suck it further down. For a short couple of moments, she had the option to fit the two balls in her mouth. Wow, she was an expert in her field.
I adored how knowledgeable she was. This by itself caused me to see the value in more seasoned ladies for eternity.
She then resumed her rapid and ferocious head sucking. I was in awe of how good this felt. I told her I was going to cum without much notice. She kept my chicken in her mouth as I abruptly started heaving a few floods of tacky, white gunk her way. It felt amazing. It was an extremely huge burden by all accounts.
I also think I arrived quite early, but she didn’t seem to mind. Some of the cum had gotten on her cheek and down to her breasts, but she swallowed most of it. She told me that it tasted very good after casually wiping the remaining portion off with the side of her hand.
Following that, she stated that she believed that to be the most cum she had ever swallowed during a blowjob. I grinned at her and told her there was significantly more where that came from!
After that, she sucked on me for a little while longer in an effort to get rid of all of my sexiness. Yet again crushing and siphoning my rooster with her hand, she sucked on the head extremely hard, and certainly enough – a smidgen more cum rose toward the little cut at the highest point of my chicken.
She said she wanted to “ride that fat cock for a while” while eating what was left of it and lying on her bed upstairs.
She drove me up the steps to her room. It was fun for me to watch her ass ascend the stairs in front of me. Her swaying of the hips from side to side.
I adored the way her beautiful pussy lips and the crack of her hot ass continued in line. They were nestled in between the lovely contours of a sexy thigh gap and were swollen with arousal. As she tied her hair up to walk up the steps, I could also see the sides of her large breasts from under her arms.
We moved up and entered her bedroom, which had a king-size bed. The sun was radiating into the room, and an enormous window was open barely to the point of allowing in a delicate summer morning breeze.
The room was finished so pleasantly and it possessed a scent like tempting fragrance. It upgraded my excitement a lot.
Candace hung over the bed and hurled every one of the sheets from it so it was uncovered. She then advised me to rests on my back, throwing me a pad to lay my head on.
Venturing into the first rate of her wardrobe, she took out a container of fluid and a little box. She returned to where I was and began opening the box after tucking the bottle under her arm. In the morning light, her body was so damn sexy and feminine. Those scabs. That babe.
I could see that it was a condom box and a plastic lubricant bottle as she got closer.
Putting them down on the night table, she removed a condom from the container and started tearing away the foil covering. She crawled over to me and threw the foil on the ground next to the bed after sliding it out with her finger.
She started squeezing and slapping my semi-hard cock against her other palm once more to make it fully hard.
“This meaty cock of yours is my favorite; She exclaimed, “I can’t wait to sit on it and have you fuck me with it.”
She slipped the condom over my head and began to ease it down once I was in full mast. She pulled it down a little too tightly, causing it to break, causing some difficulty.
“Damn, your head is a little bit too big,” she said.
Purposefully removing one more condom from another bundle, she then, at that point, brought my chicken into her mouth briefly – lubing it up pleasantly with spit so the condom would slide on better. She gave it another shot, and this time it worked.
The elastic was on exceptionally close and when I peered down at it, and my rooster appeared to be longer and thicker to me than at any other time.
I was so turned on by this entire experience and it wasn’t finished at this point. The insane anticipation of finally getting laid was upon me as I had just received a fantastic blowjob from an amazingly hot, mature woman.
She then took the lube bottle and poured a lot of it on my wrapped cock, hand-working it in for a minute. A considerable amount of the lube wound up on my balls, so she started to knead them likewise, making my completely erect chicken quiver and fit all over.
Giggling at my springy youthful chicken, she sat up and confronted me, putting one leg over me. She was now squeezing me close to my stomach.
She was quite the sight, leaning over me with her legs spread apart and her enormous tits dangling in front of my face. I could see all of this from numerous points as well, as she had a few mirrors present in the room.
After that, she took some more lubricant and started rubbing it between her legs.
I first felt the tip of my cock against her clit as she tickled herself with it as she held up my cock in her hand. She then gradually leant forward. Something else was the sensation of her wet labia running the entire length of my throbbing shaft.
She then pointed my cock downward, backed up slowly, and ran her pussy lips back over the length of the cock. My goodness.
At last, I felt her aide it into her pussy. Utilizing the gravity of her body weight, it gradually entered – inch by inch, extending her and separated as she let herself down to the extent that she could go. I eventually felt a barrier that I couldn’t get past. I wasn’t exactly balls-profound, yet everything felt so cozy, warm and consummate.
The intensity was widely inclusive, for absence of a superior expression! She felt so astonishing down there.
Once more, candace’s breathing changed and with all of this, I much of the time heard her groan profoundly. She was extremely wet. Juices ran down the rest of my uncovered chicken and balls.
I hadn’t done it before. I was having the best time.
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It was surreal, even with a condom in place. Her vagina was so hot and wet. I had never experienced anything like how it squeezed and manipulated me before.
I now understood what everyone was discussing. I didn’t be aware until later that it could feel improved than that — without a condom, obviously.
Be that as it may, for my purposes, at this phase of the game, this was awesome!
The most great thing about it, however – was the way Candace was answering and responding. The vibe of genuine joy and happy bliss all over. The moans, the groans, and the weighty relaxing. Occasionally, even a glint of pain in their eyes, but they refuse to stop.
She slid gradually unpredictable from the beginning and afterward started accelerating her speed. She was almost bouncing up and down on me like a drunk cowgirl at one point. It was quite a sight to see her big tits bouncing up and down. I will always remember that by the same token.
She then, at that point, inclined in and tenderly piece my ear cartilage – letting me know the amount she cherished the vibe of my enormous chicken. Then, she let me know she believed me should screw her.
Sliding off me, she set down alongside me, motioning me to get on top of her. I did.
She quickly spat into her palm and lubricated herself once more with her fingers as she spread her legs apart. Her pussy was pink, bushy, and lovely. I prefer a natural woman to a well-groomed woman with makeup for a variety of reasons. I could continue.
Yet again she assisted me with directing my seething faux pas in. Gradually working it in as far as possible, I watched her eyes essentially roll back.
I kissed her passionately on the lips, letting it sink in for a moment before using my tongue to entice her.
After that, I began licking and sucking on her nipples after carefully sliding my penis back in after slowly withdrawing it about halfway. This thrilled her.
Progressively, I started pushing into her, this way and that, gradually and tenderly from the outset, until she was extremely succulent down there. Then I went at it all the more powerfully with a quicker speed, to and fro. At last, the pushes turned out to be hard and, might I venture to say, more carnal. She appeared to cherish it.
I went with my gut and feeling. I likewise went with what I detected she needed from me.
Keep in mind that this was all new to me. Again, my ferocious lust, youthful vigor, and pure instinct were driving me.
Because I seemed to know exactly what to do and where to do it, all the pornographic videos I had watched with my friends at all those house parties were now paying off. It was actually much simpler than I anticipated!
Most importantly, it was an all out impact realizing I at long last getting it done, and that every one of my pushes were causing her to squirm in rapture.
This was the best thing on the planet, I thought.
My balls frequently jostled and slapped her ass as I continued to pump her, sometimes with a dull thud and sometimes with a slapping sound. She said she cherished the sensation of my balls hitting her there as I beat her pussy.
Nevertheless, as I continued to fuck her relentlessly and almost mercilessly, the sound would occasionally make us both laugh.
Later on, at a second when I felt her truly getting a charge out of it and conceivably going to peak – I saved one hand so I could play with her clit. I figured I’d give it a shot and see if it made her happier.
Securing myself with only one arm, I kept on siphoning in and out at a consistent speed. I began pressing her magic button while wetting my index and middle fingers with my mouth using my free hand.
I would play with it, rub it, and flick it gently. I’d then, at that point, wet my fingers again to keep it soggy and tricky, ceaselessly scouring it while every one of the 7″ of my thick rooster went all through her hot pussy.
She began to tremble and even begin to shake for a short time after this. She would groan and arch her back, “Don’t stop… don’t stop… don’t stop!”
I paid attention to every last bit of her orders, for the most part siphoning her while scouring her clit.
I cherished how she was answering me. I believed that her should appreciate it more than any rooster she’d had previously.
I carried on until I sensed her approaching her climax. I was pounding her in and out like a goddamn machine at this point.
Out of nowhere, her pussy felt like an ejecting fountain of liquid magma, so I recently continued siphoning her hard and scouring her again and again.
Her sexy body kept sending out these incredible shock waves as her eyes rolled back once more. She demanded, “Yes! “, exhaling heavily and sighing. More! … More!”
She might pass out, I thought.
Through it all, I just kept fucking her hard, and then I came back with a lot of force, filling my condom with more white stuff. I was close to throwing up.
I took a deep breath and held her in my arms with my chest pressed against her as I stayed inside her for a while. I kissed her neck dependent upon her ear, stopping to sniff her beautiful hair.
All of it was over. I turned beside her with my softening cock and almost fell helplessly onto my back, still a little out of breath.
She was likewise lying there, gasping as though she’d quite recently ran the last mile of a long distance race that she’d won — on the grounds that she came hard as well.
Truly, it had been a sweltering, hot fuckfest. We were both completely done and disgusting. I had completely mistreated her. She adored it.
She appeared to have a permanently etched smile when I looked at her.
She then leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek, telling me that it felt so amazing that she wanted to be my “fuck buddy forever.”
She then sat up on the bed and energetically swung her tits from one side to another while making a senseless face at me. She lifted the damp condom from my softened cock as she reached over.
She smiled at me as she emptied the contents of the rubber into her mouth as she brought it up to her mouth. Down the hatch, another hefty load!
She drank a lot of my cum. She let me know it tasted great and had bunches of protein!
On a number of additional mornings that particular summer, Candace taught me a lot more.
I figured out how to effectively eat pussy as well, which turned out to be vital later on. It evolved into one of my favorite projects!
Regarding my paper route, I almost completely forgot about it.
Indeed, I discarded my newspaper beat whenever I’d gotten myself a sample of Candace’s pussy.
I’d simply rise and shine promptly in the first part of the day and purchase a paper from a coin box on the corner, and afterward take it to Candace prior to sending off into her housecoat and onto her pussy.
I left for college in the fall, but whenever I was in town to see my family, I always went to see Ms. Van Horne.
You could say that we were just fucking each other, not dating, and that was fine for us both!
I once went with her to a swinger’s club, but that’s another story!
I hope you found my “first-time-sex” story enjoyable.