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Posted by J Kel |
This article was submitted by Heine Nzumafo
continued from.... Romeo's First Time - PART II
So now he had the condom on. What next? What position would he adopt? It had to be missionary. He wouldn’t dare anything else, besides he wanted to see her face and capture every bit of expression. But he still was not going in, not just yet, he had to be sure that she was ready. So he continued his caressing and kissing as cautiously as possible. He wasn’t going to go downtown. He had read about the heights oral sex could achieve, but it wasn’t going to be with her. It had to be a more special person and occasion, place and time. Then she told him she was ready. That’s when he started with his fingers. He checked the swelling of her clitoris, and then slid inside to find the G-spot. Interestingly, she had no clue it was more of an anatomical experience for him at that time. He explored in amazement and loved the feel, the wetness, the pulsating response. She gave out all the signs, now he was ready to make her climax….or so he thought.
His penetration was slow and deep. He felt the walls close in on him. He was in aw. The heat, the feel, the warmth, the sweetness, was all too amazing. No book had warned him about this. No story told had prepared him for the feeling. It was impossible for him to think about anything else. He noticed her mouth open for a moment and identifying the pleasure she felt only made him feel the squeeze in his testicles. That was the inward stroke only. He wanted to move outward too, slowly. Something kept screaming “control”, the rest of his mind was screaming “Oh my goodness!!!” He tried sliding back and forth. By the third stroke she was fully lubed up and accommodated him completely. That was all he was thinking about. He had planned to kiss her and suck her nipples in the process. Nope. He just couldn’t. Then she raised her legs upward and towards her chest, moving her hips in little circles that matched his movement. He felt like he hit something…then he hit is again, she moved some more and that was it. It was like a waterfall gushing through him. It came from nowhere…actually, he had felt it coming all along. He held her close, she wrapped her arms around him and with one more intense stroke he gushed out, screaming a scream he would be told of later. He didn’t have to look at the time. It was five strokes! His immediate dilemma was if five strokes amounted up to a minute. He found solace in the possibility.
Not exactly what he had planned but that was it. He was embarrassed. All he could say was. “Wow, you shouldn’t have moved your hips and your legs”. She said “that’s okay; I’m not yet ready to go”. “Alright, let’s do it again he said”, noticing his hardness was still there. That was a luxury he would have for many more years to come; doing it over and over again. The extravagance of youth, gives enough juice for any teen to learn from and please his partner. Amazing is it not? So he used it well, four more times the first time, each time making a few more strokes than before and doing a little bit more than before. But it still had to be missionary. He had to master that position first. When the entire session was over, he still was not happy. He felt great but he also felt defeated, unable to take his dear lady to the point of ecstasy he so easily did in his dreams. But he knew he was on the right track. He just had to pay much attention to information about the male sexual experience. Then he would be armed. He knew he had a long way to go, but one thing was sure, he definitely would enjoy the journey!
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