Amazingly enough, I never managed to climax until I was inside Sara. We had no idea how to masturbate. Sara was totally fascinated with me there, but her fiddling with it and exploration never managed to do anything other than make me achingly erect. It wasn’t large, not yet a man’s penis, but it was impressive to her. “I can’t believe we’re so different there,” she would say. “You have a penis and round things, and all I have is a... uh... hole I guess.”
I tried to tell her how that ‘hole’ made me feel, how intriguing it was how her slim hips came together in a neat V, with just a dusting of her pubic hair to give an idea there was something special down there. I loved how soft she felt, not just between her legs, but her whole body. She really liked me rubbing her chest though neither of us knew exactly why.
Sara was determined to find out how she was special though. Too nervous to ask her parents, but not too nervous to experiment. Once when we had one of our sleepovers, she was even triumphant as she showed me what she could do with that ‘hole’ of hers.
“I think it’s for holding things,” she said, tilting the tip of the broomstick at her nether regions. “It was hard to do at first, but now it’s—” she grunted as an astonishing amount of that broom handle slid up inside her. “Now it’s really good,” she repeated with a gap toothed grin. “See?”
“Haha, it’s like you have a broom penis!” I said to her. That was just the sort of relationship we had. She giggled at that, saying,
“But mine is already nice and hard. Yours is still—oh, no yours is hard too.”
I suppose it’s inevitable, playing with a naked girl who’s trying to show off her vagina to you, but yes watching her with her legs spread and the broom up in there made me very hard.
“You want me to try touching it again?” she asked, and I blushed, nodding and sitting back on my butt. Taking my stiff shaft in her hand, she poked at the tip, while I tried to concentrate on the pleasure. It was so much more intense having someone else touch me that way. She teased at my balls, and rubbed the shaft with enough pressure to make me moan. I made sure she knew that meant it felt good, not bad.
But, we didn’t get anywhere, and blushing I just called it off, saying truthfully that it was really stressful to feel this good.
The broom handle was wet when she pulled it out. “I don’t think I’m peeing,” she said embarassedly in regards to it. “I think it’s just... it just gets wet in there. I dunno why.”
“Well, it doesn’t smell like pee,” I said warily touching the slimy handle. “Maybe it’s like your mouth.”
“My mouth?” she replied not quite understanding.
“Well, both our mouths are wet, and our tongues are wet,” I told her. “You just have a second um... mouth, where I have a penis instead. So it’s like your mouth.”
That certainly mollified her
“I kind of feel good that way too, when I have the broom inside,” she confessed afterwards. “And I can like, tickle the start of where I go in, just like you tickle the end of where you come out.”
“Yeah,” I answered a bit self consciously. “I don’t know how I’d do that with a broom though. It’d have to be a... pocket or something.”
I ended up improvising with a couple pillows, and she sat on her belly that day fascinated as I slid my shaft between them in an unknowingly instinctive motion. But again, it didn’t really get anywhere. I never understood how someone could be so sensitive that they could climax from rubbing on cotton.
What finally did it is we were practicing kissing. We didn’t know much about boys and girls, but we knew that they kissed. And it turned out to be just as addictive as they said it was. Something about feeling her on your lips, just tingles in a way that... just makes you hungry for more. For her too. We ended up spending a lot of time alone kissing, just because we both liked it so much. And as anyone knows, there’s a good reason that boys and girls like to kiss each other.
We were laying on the bed and hugging to each other’s chest, just planting soft kisses one after the other on our lips, and laughing giddily about it, when my erection chose to announce itself. I winced as it wedged up between our bellies, the feeling of that way more intense than a couple pillows, and she pulled back to look at it.
“Oh, that penis of yours. Why does it get hard like that?” she asked in tense frustration. All I could tell her was I don’t know, and did that mean we had to stop kissing?
With a laugh, and a “no” she glomped me in a hug again, kissing me full on the lips, and not even caring about the stiff shaft wedged in between us. Our kissing was hungrier this time, like our bodies knew what was going to happen. She rolled on top of me, kissing, and rubbing her groin against mine. I should have been weirded out, but the wetness just felt incredible, and the heat? She pulled back to kiss me again, and I sat up to follow her lips, and we kissed again, right about when I slipped inside.
I mean, neither of us were the brightest bulbs in the shed. We should have figured it out a while ago. But when the tip of my shaft accidentally sunk into her cleft, I was as shocked as she was. She pulled back from the kiss, but that only ended up getting her more embedded on my shaft.
With my heart racing at the feeling of my penis’s sensitive tip engulfed in wet heat, I looked at her with confusion while she said triumphantly, “That’s it! Your penis is a broom handle!” And with a look of fierce determination, she shuffled her knees back until she could sit on my lap, and with a huff she was squarely against me, with no penis to be seen between the both of us. If I thought she was warm in the surface, it was like an oven to be deep inside her.
“A—are we supposed to do this?!” I asked in uncertainty. “I didn’t think I was a... but—but I am! Oh wow, Sara, I’m totally up inside you!”
“You... you are. Oh man, you feel way better than a broom,” she huffed, grinding her pelvis against mine. “You’re so hot in there... I got your whole thing inside!”
“I... I feel so hot t-too,” I told her honestly, my slim hands vaguely holding against her hips. “You’re really really hot in there.”
“It’s not too hot, is it?” she asked, suddenly worried.
I shook my head though, saying, “No it’s amazing! I really am supposed to be in there. I’m like a broom handle, and I can feel you all the way in there. It’s like you’re hugging me!”
Squatted with me embedded inside her, Sara tried touching her specially sensitive entrance place, and I think she noticed my eyes cross, when a muscular contraction rippled around my penis. “Feels good... huh?” she said with a teasing smile.
I nodded eagerly, and said, “No, it really does. Can you do that again?”
She tried fiddling with herself, but we weren’t sure what to do with ourselves even at this point, and her ability to contract was frustratingly intermittent. She didn’t even know that’s what she was doing in there, until I felt it with my penis and told her. “My legs are starting to fall asleep,” she complained, unsatisfied despite the constant stimulation making her so wet that it was trickling down my groin. “Let’s go back to kissing,” she said.
And so we did, but without pulling me out of her. I wanted to do everything inside her now, and even the thought of pulling out to get a better position seemed stupid when I could remain in her wet, fleshy pocket even one moment longer. Sara stretched out her legs, and lay belly to belly with me, my shaft easily tilting up to accomodate the angle of her pelvis, as she brought her lips to mine again.
Kissing, writhing, pushing against each other, next thing she knew she was thrusting. Her hips just started moving me in and out, in a way that felt so incredible. “What are you—!” I asked, breaking the kiss to hold onto her heaving body.
“Sorry, I—” she stilled, both of us feeling disappointed at that. “I just like sliding you around in there,” she explained hopefully. “It feels incredible! I feel like I’ve got a tingly place all the way in there now, and even my belly. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, no, I was trying to do it too,” I said, catching my breath, “I just couldn’t because you’re on top of me. I think we’re supposed to do that.”
“Well, why don’t you try it for a while, then?” she suggested, looking down thoughtfully at our joined pelvises. “We could probably roll over or something.”
“As long as we can do it without me coming out,” I told her. “I really love being in there.”
We managed it, hugging and coordinating so we both threw our weight in the same direction. Call me sexist, but when Sara was down there, laid out before me, flushed all the way down to her chest, with me crouched over, and embedded in her, that was the goddamn sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. “Okay, do it,” she whispered urgently. “Just make it slide around in there. That’s what I want.”
So I did. Experimentally at first, looking at my shaft gleaming with her juices, before plunging it back into her torso, but it felt incredible to slide myself deep into her, and all I had to do was pull out, before I could do it again. And again.
Whoever says your first time is going to be a miserable experience is full of malarkey. You just have to take it slow, and you have to have a good female friend, that your parents didn’t ban you from sleeping with. In my case, I had a great female friend, and we were just perfect for each other at the time. So that, and our slowness, by the end it might have looked silly to someone else, seeing a scrawny boy heedlessly flopping his hips against a lanky, flat chested girl, but for us every movement was the most incredible sensation ever.
“Oh go-o-osh...” she squeaked out, eyes glued on what I was doing to her right now. So to show off I picked up the pace, and pretty soon it was clear that I couldn’t have slowed down if I wanted to. Kissing forgotten for the intensity of our intimate union, I stared forward, my hips moving with more and more of a steady rhythm as the sliding pleasure became a constant rising tingle in me. I was close, already!
She stared at her groin, where my penis was pumping like a piston. Her cries rose in pitch, until she gasped shallowly, and clutched at me, and inside her inner flutter turned into a rhythmic pulsing, closing down on me again and again. “What are you— doing?!” I said irritably, because I needed to keep sliding in her. “Stop pushing me out!”
“I c-c-can’t... help it~ ohhh” she managed to say, and thankfully her inner tremors were starting to still, because mine were about to begin.
“Oh the tingling—” I said quickly, the pleasure seeming to radiate out from my penis where my balls tight against my body were ready for her. Now I couldn’t seem to come down from it, every sliding thrust building on the previous one. “Bigger and... bigger!” I gasped, thrusting erratically, into the senselessly moaning girl beneath me. “Oh it’s— ohh my—gosh—oh!” was about what I said as it grew to overwhelm me.
I didn’t pull out when it happened... I couldn’t pull out! All I understood at the time, was that the pleasure wasn’t going away, and my penis just started flexing all on its own. I held myself deep inside her, grunting out desperately as each flex ground my pelvis agaist hers. And it felt like something was rushing up in me. I was about a year late to start masturbating, and my poor performance ensured that my prostate gland was going to be good and full. So that’s what I shot into her, about what I’d call a week’s buildup of semen. It came out in... three pulses. I’ll never forget that moment.
Or afterward for that matter. We were gasping, me hunched over her, and her laid flat out. “What was... that?” she said in vague astonishment.
“I... I just had to do it,” I said nervously. “You didn’t mind, do you? It just felt better, and then my penis was um... flexing.”
“Why were you doing that?” she asked innocently. “It was cool, but I mean, a little weird.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t s-stop,” I said, breaking eye contact with her. “It just started doing it on its own.”
“Wow, weird,” she said, sitting up on her elbows and looking at me with concern. “Are you okay? My place didn’t hurt your place, did it?”
“No, no it felt incredible,” I assured her. “I was just—in there! And... I don’t know why, but it felt really good to do that.”
“You wanna do it some more, then?” she asked, all chirpily and eager.
I half nodded at that, saying, “It just stopped doing it by itself too. I don’t know if I can... um...” I did manage to jerk my penis once consciously, inside her. “It’s not the same, I guess...” I say a little unsurely.
“So try the sliding again,” she advised. “Maybe that’s what did it.” And I tried again, but I just winced at that saying,
“It stopped tingling, and now just... kinda hurts.”
So I pulled out of her, and Sara got down to my groin, full of worry. Manipulating my sore penis send out another little burble of semen left in me, and neither of us knew what was up with that weird white stuff coming out the tip. We were actually pretty horrified at that point. We thought we broke my penis. She tried wrapping it in something, and I dunno why that was supposed to help. But my penis just shrank from that point, until I was normal sized again, and I wasn’t feeling hurt.
No, I was feeling great.
She was too. With the endorphins in our blood, it was hard to stay alarmed at the penis thing, and it wasn’t long before we were hugging and laughing, and forgetting about the whole thing.
Of course, we didn’t forget about it when some days later I started getting erections again. My parents were home then, but that didn’t stop us. We just got right to it in the bathroom, and once again I was pumping my young load into her hot cleft. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but it felt like such an accomplishment, and we loved each other so much. It went like that for a while, until I finally found a book on penises that I snuck to read in the library. And I didn’t tell her, because she would never believe me. No, instead I took her there in the library, and showed the book I found.
“Oh my gosh,” she said, tearing up, “Ohh my gosh. A baby? We made a baby? I don’t wanna have a baby!”
“I’m sorry I didn’t know,” I mumbled to her. “We’ll just have to um... I’m sure it’ll be a nice baby?”
“Why does doing that make you have a baby?” she asked fretfully. So I went to the chapter on big words like fertilization and oocyte, and we didn’t really understand, but there were illustrations, and we kind of got the gist.
The next months were spent very paranoid, waiting for her belly to swell up with a baby, that we couldn’t hide from our parents anymore. But it never happened. She remained slim and svelte, if a bit curvier than she was the year before. And from then on we were pretty careful about it. I learned to cum outside, and she learned how gross yet fascinating an ejaculation is. “You did that inside me??” she exclaimed caught between awe and outrage.
And of course... the desire to be in her was too much at times. Once she was even crying, saying she just needed it so bad, humping on me like there was no tomorrow. I would have told her when to pull out, but I needed it too, and soon, we were just two scared kids laying there together, one helplessly pumping his semen into the other’s birth canal.
And then we learned about condoms. Held off on even trying to get a chance to fuck each other until we could get some. (I ended up sneaking some from my older brother’s room.) After that, it was pretty decently alright. I still penetrated her without a condom, just because I loved the feel of her wet flesh sliding against mine, but I always stopped and put it on then, to make sure that every drop went into the condom, not into her. The first time we did, I kind of... lost the condom as I pulled out. She clung to it and I ended up with a naked dick hovering over her. We were gonna freak out about that, but then I noticed the condom was still half out of her, and carefully she tugged it out, until she was holding the limp rubber, looking with fear and perplexion at the pool of white cum puddled in its tip.