DiegoJames reminded me of my first lay- definitely not good and shouldn't have. But as we say, gotta get that first one done any way you can.
My best friend Brian had a cousin in the Marines and was deployed somewhere for like a year (back in the 1970s). His wife was Cindy, a pudgy Latino who already had a small child when she came into our lives. The rest of the family knew she was out of control so they sent her to live with Brian's family (we lived adjacent to a Navy base).
Right away, she was out most nights to the EM club dancing and drinking and hanging out with the sailors and Marines. She was horny and probably felt trapped in her life. I was always around Brian's house, it was like my second home. She finally noticed me and started coming on- wanting me to fuck her. One night she stayed home and most everyone else was in bed or whatever. She drug me into Brian's brother's room and we started making out. She was nothing to look at and, as mentioned, kind of roly-poly. Didn't stop me from coming to attention. She absolutely didn't want me going down on her and it wasn't hard to figure out why. She was kind of smelly and slimy. So I fingered her a bit even though I had no idea of what I was doing, but she didn't seem to mind. I sucked on her smallish titties and she liked that.
Then she pushed me back and took my cock in her mouth. I learned her quirk right then- she really didn't know how to give a blow job - her idea of sucking cock was to try and push her tongue into the peehole. Instantly that was not comfortable, in fact it hurt. I told her as much and she got kind of defensive- "Most guys like it." She kept trying. I ended up pushing her away, but not before she accidently gave my cock a decent swab with her tongue. I about came just from that one bit. But that wasn't her style and it wasn't repeated.
She laid back and pulled me on top of her and guided my cock into her squishy pussy. I was going slow because I had read somewhere that women liked that. She tolerated it for a couple of minutes and finally said, "Why are you going so slow? Fuck me already!"
So I started pumping harder and faster and she moaned a bit. Honestly it didn't feel like all that much but with the speed and some small amount of friction in about five minutes I was ready to cum. She had warned me earlier that she wasn't on the pill and said I needed to pull out when I came. So I gave her a few more good pumps and I knew it was time- I just pulled backwards until I slid out of her pussy and dumped my load on the sheets between her legs.
Pretty certain she did not cum but I decided that I wasn't too worried about it. We made out for about ten minutes or so and she tried that damn tongue technique on me again until I pushed her off saying, "No more of that!"
I laid back and made her get on top of me. She sat up and guided my cock into her again. For some reason I got stuck just a little ways in her sloppy pussy. She wiggled around until I was in the right spot and sank down on me. THAT actually felt pretty good. She started going up and down but very quickly I found out that she was too lazy to continue and wanted me to get back on top of her. Same thing, I pumped for another few minutes and damn if I wasn't ready to cum again. Another repeat of the "pull out and dump" and I was done. I got up and went and took a shower (Oh, god, now I smelled bad and needed to wash) in the hall bathroom. Got dressed, talked with Cindy another couple of minutes and then went home. She tried to convince me of a repeat a few times after that but even though I was new to the scene, I knew it HAD to be better that what I experienced.
I think she laid a couple of other guys in our circle, as well as the Marine detachment and whomever else she could get a hold of. In a few months, her husband came back from his deployment- I even met him once and shook his hand. I sort of felt bad but then realized it was "e pluribus unum" with her. She returned to their hometown and I never heard from or saw her ever again. My friend Brian and I had a tacit agreement to never speak of her.
A handful of months later and I had found my first real girlfriend, and right off the bat it was a hundred times better. In fact, I decided that the one encounter with the bride of the Marine Corps was NOT my first time.
