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First Time In

"No, Larry, we can't!" Sharon said, pushing me off her. "I'm just can't do it." "Jesus Christ!" I said. "This is driving me crazy. Baby, I love you, but I can't keep doing this. My balls are going to explode!" We were on the sofa in the rec room downstairs at my house, after school. My folks were at work and wouldn't be home for another couple of hours. Sharon put her head on my shoulder, snuggling up to me again. "I'm sorry, honey," she said. "I know, I know, but..." "Yeah," I said, "you don't want to get pregnant. You don't want to start having sex, because we'll wind up doing it without protection. You don't want to take a chance. Well, what about me?" Sharon looked up at me with her brown eyes. She hugged me, pressing her breast against my chest. Her legs were wrapped around one of mine, her crotch against my thigh. I knew she was as excited as I was-- almost as much, anyway. "I don't know, baby," she said. "I want to do it, you know that, I really do." She moved her hand down to my crotch and stroked my penis through my pants. It swelled against her hand. "Maybe we could do something else?" "Like what?" I asked. "I dunno. Maybe..." She hesitated, embarrassed. "What?" "What about a..." she moved her mouth up to my ear and whispered softly "...a blowjob?" I was surprised. I wasn't quite sure what a blowjob was, but I knew it had something to do with her putting her mouth on my prick. It sounded great to me, but I didn't think Sharon was the type to do that sort of thing. ...

... "Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't know," she admitted, "but I feel like I gotta do something for you, honey. Would you like me to do that?" "Oh, yeah," I said. "If you wanna do that, yeah, I'd like you to do that." Sharon moved her hands to my waist and unfastened my belt buckle. Then she began unbuttoning my jeans. She wasn't very good at it and fumbled with the buttons for a long time. I didn't mind. The feel of her hands on my prick was exciting, and it swelled as she worked at the buttons, which didn't make it any easier for her. "Oooh," Sharon said, "you're getting hard." "Hell yes, I'm getting hard," I said. "That feels good." "You like it when I touch you?" she asked. "You know I do," I said. "A lot." Sharon finished the last button. Putting her hand on my stomach, she slid her hand down under my undershorts and touched my prick, which was pointing due north. She ran her palm over it and down to my balls, which she cupped lightly. It wasn't the first time she had touched my naked cock, but it was still new enough to send chills through my body. Sharon grasped my shaft with her hand and tugged on it. She jacked it up and down for a while, and I swelled against her warm, slightly sweaty palm. "Here," Sharon said, sliding off the couch onto the floor. "Turn around and sit up." I did what she said. She knelt between my knees and began to peel my jeans and undershorts over my butt. "Lift up," she said, and pulled them down to mid-thigh when I did. This was new. Our mutual ...