19 Year Old Virgin

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 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 weUll 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 you 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 herself 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 youre 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 phenobarbitol? 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. 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 her 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 seat 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 “Everything 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 someone else besides me touch my cock was fantastic. She stroked it back and forth a few times muttering “it feels sooo 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 sensation! 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 wasnUt 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 sensuously 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 popsickle, 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 and 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 2 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…….