Her First Grown-up Kiss - Sex Stories

Her First Grown-up Kiss

... I could see her disappointment taking over. I would later find out that she was disappointed because she had orgasmed so quickly. Disappointed that she hadn't helped me orgasm with her. Disappointed that she hadn't explored my erection. She had planned much more for that day. She had wanted me to fuck her - she'd wanted to feel my hands on every part of her. She'd wanted to know what it was like to be with a man. She'd wanted to feel a man's penis inside her while she made me orgasm. She had wanted to experience all this with me. That's why she'd chosen the secluded site - to do as much of that as possible. Author's End Note: I would find out later that Cindy, like almost all young children, had played sexual games while she was growing up. I never quite got all the details from her, but she had plenty of youthful experience at orgasming with boys. There were many times when she'd had a young penis driving into her and making her orgasm. Even at thirteen, she still routinely orgasmed as she "spooned" with her father. Her father politely pretended that he didn't notice that she was orgasming as she spooned with him. But it was obvious that her father knew what Cindy was doing - she could feel his erections as she surreptitiously used her fingers to masturbate herself to orgasm - and Cindy's orgasms weren't something she could always hide well. (And, given her personality, I'm not sure that she really wanted to hide them well.) She had noticed that he would always go to his ...

... bedroom and shut the door afterwards. But it suited them both to pretend that nothing was happening - and enjoying their time together. (When she turned on her side facing away from me - one arm over her head so that I could explore her body - another arm along the side of her body - that was the same position she used to orgasm when spooning with her Dad. Facing away from him, it allowed her to use one hand to bring herself to orgasm while using her other arm to "hide" her face during her orgasm. Her Dad would hold her in his arms as she did this. I don't think she appreciated how poorly her arm hid her involuntary gasping and jerking. She was giving me the same access she gave her Dad - hoping I would give her more than a familiar orgasm.) It turned out that she had been going home to spoon with her Dad after we played tennis - even on those days I'd felt-her-up in the park. And, in hindsight, her Dad had been asking me how far Cindy had gone with me because of that. He'd noticed her more intense and frequent desire to spoon with him after she came home from playing tennis with me. He suspected that she might be planning to fuck me. But, in spite of all that sex, she'd never really had the experience of adult fucking. So adult fucking was her goal with me that day - and her long anticipation of the day made her orgasm too soon. So, while we had certainly passed that afternoon enjoyably from my perspective, her experience of adult fucking would have to wait for another time. On ...