Growing Up Green
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Growing Up Green

Humorous Recollections of First Encounters Involving Fucking, Sucking and Not So Good Vibrations

At the stage of my life I have just entered, that being a newly divorced woman finding her way around in today's single population. It is hard not recall the experiences I have encountered along my sexual highway. It is difficult at times to recall the way I was and realize what I missed out on. But looking back some of it is hysterical as well. When someone struggles with their finances for two thirds of their life and then suddenly has money, they can easily recall what life was like before money. However, when someone always has money it is difficult to imagine all the creative ways the less fortunate person comes up with to make things work. I feel similarly about my sex life when I compare then and now. Fear is a powerful motivator. I grew up and spent most of my adult life afraid of sex. The fear of being labeled bad, dirty, cheap, you know, all the stereotypes that many women felt they would be labeled with if word got out that they enjoyed sex. God forbid liked things a little different.

I want to start out by saying that I was never told anything about sex, not even where babies come from. I had never even seen a naked man until I was about 17. What a surprise for me. Not only did they have a cock, but something hanging down there with it and if that was not enough to try to get a grip on, (no pun intended) that thing between their legs grew. In some cases it grew and grew. Well, I was amazed. I mean who knew? Apparently almost everyone but me. Now, a very strange thing happened after this discovery. I constantly wanted to see these fascinating hidden attractions but was terrified to look. I was sure my hand would fall off if I touched one. End result, I spent many years having sex while looking directly into my partners eyes and kissing a lot. I became a very experienced kisser at this time and managed to get through teenage years with both hands still intact. If I only knew then what I know now, a couple of horny teenage boys would have been a great deal happier today.

My first fucking experience was nothing to remark about. I did not see what was about to happen coming, literally or figuratively. Big surprise, he tried to put that thing inside of me and I let him, thinking that I was going to have a lot of explaining to do when I got to the hospital. To top it off, he was leaking some major stuff out of his cock so I figured he would have more explaining to do than me. I am happy to report that he being a little older than me, and of course at least a worldly Junior or Senior in high school put all my fears of hospitalization to rest and assured me that the leaking thing was perfectly normal. He then proceeded to let every jock at school know the entire story, I was mortified. Reflecting on this I get a little sad that my first time was not like all the romance stories read but it also cracks me up to remember that night and all the fumbling around for bra straps and panties and trying not to look or touch. Really, I just have to grin a little.

My first experience getting my pussy eaten was pretty similar as far as not knowing in advance what was about to take place. I was at a party and one of the most popular boys in our town was home from college on break. At this party he noticed me and was so attentive. He probably had heard the former story, but that never occurred to me. I just knew he really liked me. We went into a bedroom at the house where the party was and began to make out. Of course I never took my eyes off his and was a kissing fool that night. My hands firmly locked around his neck so they did not accidentally bump into something they were not supposed to touch. He began to unbutton my blouse. College men actually undress you a little as compared to high school boys who barely get the bra undone. I was definitely out with a pro this night. After he took my blouse and bra off he did something that I was sure no one in their right mind would ever do. He began to suck on my nipples, first one then the other. Electricity shot through my body and I probably had my first orgasm but did not know it. I still remember thinking that college boys really do things differently. I was also sure that I did not want anyone else to know that I let this guy suck my nipples. Then he began down my belly kissing and licking. I was starting to squirm. Things were beginning to feel strange all over and as much as I thought this should probably stop, I did nothing to stop him.

Now, I remember this next part as clear as yesterday. He took his hand and slid it down my jeans and inside my panties. With no warning he stuck his finger inside me. I mean he "stuck " his finger in. There was no sliding or playing around on the clit area nothing like that. I wondered if maybe something was wrong with his cock or perhaps he did not want to get me pregnant. I don't think either was the case. This was college boy's foreplay. He moved his finger around in me sort of like the gesture one makes to signal someone else to "come here". After about 30 seconds of this, he started to undo my pants and slide them down panties and all. What happened next is just too funny to believe. He pulled me to the end of the bed, got on his knees and before I knew what happened he put his mouth on my pussy and began to lick. Instinctively I jerked upright and exclaimed indignantly "what the fuck are you doing'? I think it scared him half to death and I believe his response was something like "nothing". I'm sure my attitude at that moment was "damn right". Or, "be damned if I'm going to ever kiss his mouth again". What a waste, but what a memory. Needless to say, we never had a real date and I'm sure yet again, my name was mentioned among the local male population of age 21 and below.

Recalling the blow job is different, I really cannot recall the first time which leads me to the conclusion that I was either in an altered state of mind from alcohol or well, a mind altering substance. Although it is possible I guess that this was so incredibly shocking that I just blanked it out. I remember hearing people say "suck my dick". It was never a good thing when you heard that statement. I can assume that if I woke up and realized I had actually sucked someone's dick, I must now for sure be the really bad girl my mother told me I was going to be if I let a boy go :"too far". Mom being the open-minded, easy to talk to Southern Baptist she was did not elaborate on what "too far" meant. I just decided these things on my own. For instance, my hands did not fall off for playing with someone's dick, must not be "too far", that sticky stuff that leaks out of boys cocks washes off and did not mark you scarlet, must not be "too far". You can get the picture. So, I assume there is a reason I cannot remember the first blow job so let me fast forward to my evolving attitude about sucking dick. I read a lot of erotica where the description goes something like "the sweet taste of his cock in my mouth" or " his cum squirted sweetly into my mouth", I have a little different take on this. Now, my experience in sex has been somewhat limited as far as trying new things or learning to ask for what I like, but blow jobs I have done a little study on and have practiced to try to get the best technique possible. This is what my philosophy on sucking dick is. I think the most important factor in a good blow job is to ask your partner how they want/like it. There are so many different ways to please someone. If you have the same partner they might not like it the same every time.

I have found that some like it when you move your mouth and lips over the shaft of their cock licking and sucking in rapid motion while massaging their balls, and paying a great deal of attention to the head with your tongue. Some like this technique but slowly. Most men that I have discussed this with love it when their partner will let them reach orgasm and cum in their mouth and have their cum swallowed. This was a real problem for me. Not because I found it disgusting or distasteful but because I would gag. I know that is not the most erotic thing to say but the plain truth is that this gagging problem could be why some tend to shy away from doing this for their partners. I wanted to be able to suck a cock in a way that the man I was sucking would be so turned on that he would lose control and could not stop himself from cuming in my mouth. I just felt like the whole gagging thing ruined the moment. In light of this I started to read, talk to some people a little and I watched some porn in secret. What I discovered is, and please keep in mind this is just me, I am not trying to tell anyone else how or what to do. I could have some control over the gag reflex by just communicating to my partner. I found that if my partner wants his cock deep in my throat he needs to let me get it there slow and gently. If he pushes my head firmly down on his cock it forces my body to do what it was designed to do. The body will gag trying to keep itself from choking. If my partner was is in a position where he was making a thrusting motion or fucking me in the mouth, if I could get that him to try not to thrust all the way to the back of my throat it kept me from having that gag reflex react. Again this is just me, and I am always learning. I only share this because I wish I could have asked somebody earlier in my life about what worked for them. One woman told me something she did that made her partner absolutely off the wall pleased. I have tried this and it works! She would get something hot to drink, even just really hot water. Right before she would take her partners cock in her mouth, she would take a drink and hold it in her mouth for a few seconds. She then swallowed the drink and immediately put his cock in her mouth while it was steaming hot. I can also say that this heat idea works in another way as well. After soaking in a hot bath for some time I found that if I could get a cock inside me quick enough that was a very warm and happy cock.

Now, for the swallowing, My experience has been that cock and cum don't necessarily taste sweet. If anything it is a little salty. I think the only time that swallowing is difficult is when I have been with a man who has a very big load of cum and it squirts out all at once . That still gives me pause , causing some gagging problems. That being said, I find that the further the cock is to the back of my throat, the easier the swallowing is on my body. Sometimes it just goes strait down my throat and I really never even know it except for the obvious fact that my partner usually has quit moving at this point and is staring dreamily off into the distance. I just think the most important thing to remember here is to ask my partner what he wants me to do. I would like to say no matter how you suck someone's cock it's all good. Not true for my former husband.

I had a really funny experience while giving head to my husband a few years back. We just bought our first new home. After picking up the key from the realtor we were so excited we drove directly to our new home so full of anticipation. It was so much fun exploring each and every corner, closet and windowsill. While in the master bedroom we began kissing and touchy-feely gestures with each other. I began to undress my husband throwing his shirt to the floor and unzipping his pants. As I knelt down to help him step out of his pants instead of coming back up I just went to my knees and took his cock and placed it in my mouth. I was sucking, licking and playing with his balls not really paying attention to anything else. He had grown hard and was becoming intensely aroused and was ready to christen our new bedroom. Giving me a hand to steady me he reached for me to stand up to assist me in undressing. I began to slowly rise from the floor keeping his cock in my mouth as long as possible. You might say I was sliding up his body. I felt something warm on my pants and then on my feet. I looked to see what this was. I immediately was shocked to see blood. Lots and lots of blood. He evidently did not feel any pain at this point but was looking to see what was wrong with me. I was wearing a sterling silver cross necklace. As I was standing up without realizing it my cross had gotten between the base of his cock and his balls. When I made the move to stand up it just stuck into his erect cock and dug in making about a 2 inch cut. I have never seen so much blood and to this day I still remember the look on his face. Total shock and disbelief.

I started crying right away and ran for a towel. It soaked through two washcloths and was still bleeding. He decided he should go to the emergency room. I started laughing now because I thought he was joking. Nope, he was serious, then I am crying again and firmly refusing to go to the ER with him. Finally, after much crying and laughter we got his cock wrapped up, placed him in some jeans and were headed to the door to put him in the car so he could drive himself to the hospital. I know, I should have driven him and I am sorry to this day that I was to embarrassed to do this. Just as we reached our front door for him to leave, the doorbell rang. We were new in town and not knowing anyone else we just could not imagine who this might be. I opened the door and there stood two of our neighbors with wine bottle in hand to welcome us to the neighborhood. We just looked at each other and without missing a beat I said "oh, come on in, my husband was just leaving because he got called to the hospital." My husband was certainly no doctor but I was fully prepared to back that statement up somehow if need be. Fortunately they offered us the wine and said they would come back when we were both going to be home.

My husband left and was gone for several hours. I heard the garage door open and I flew down the stairs to open the door and find out if anything had been amputated. To my relief everything was still intact but was stitched up. He told me 8 stitches, I counted four. The doctor told him to come back in two weeks, keep ice on it and not to get an erection. I found that pretty hysterical since it seems that when you tell someone not to think about something, whatever it may be, that is exactly what they think about. It was going to be a long two weeks for somebody. I asked him what he told the doctor and he stated that he just said "my wife's necklace got hung up on my penis", according to him the doctor did not ask anything else. I am sure he had lots to talk about in the doctors lounge that afternoon, probably the rest of his career. This account would not be complete without me telling that my husbands daughter called early the next morning and said they were coming down to surprise us. When they arrived the grandchildren came dashing through the house strait for grandpa and leaped into his lap. Ouch, that even hurt me.

No sexual account for a woman would be complete if she did not recall the introduction of the vibrator. For me, I am only talking about a standard vibrator that you can buy at any Walmart or drugstore. I am sad to say I have not had the opportunity to check out the dildo kind or other specialty kinds that are sold at adult toy stores. Something I will be checking out soon though. My first experience with a vibrator was a total disaster. I was about 19 or 20 and was stationed overseas in the Philippines.

My husband at that time suffered from a bad back. One night after having sex he said he would like to try a vibrator. Thinking he had moved on from sex to another subject and knowing he had a bad back, I innocently said "great idea". I had never heard of vibrators being used in sex. Trust me, I had not heard much about sex period. He ordered a hand held vibrator from Sears and Roebuck. The kind that slides on your hand and is held on by straps. He checked the mail religiously every week to see if it had come. I was thinking "boy he must really be in pain" because he was so anxious for this vibrator to get there. True to the times back then, about six weeks after he ordered it he came home all smiles. I was happy for him, now maybe he would feel better. So, the night came and we went to bed. Lights are all out and we begin to snuggle, then kissing, then touching, then fingers in pussy, cock in hand and so forth. Suddenly he said "wait just a minute". I figured okay, he has something he needs to do pretty badly so I just eased back on my pillow. I was lying there pretty much in the same position he left me in with knees up and legs kind of spread apart when suddenly I heard this noise. Remember, lights are all off. All of the sudden I felt something on my pussy and it was the vibrator. I screamed and jerked myself up and when I did the pubic hair above my pussy got tangled up in the handles of the vibrator and he could not see to stop it. So here I am with a vibrator gone wild on my pussy attached to my husbands hand with pubic hair being torn from my pussy and I am screaming . I think the minute it touched my pussy I was about to have an instantaneous orgasm because to this day I remember thinking I was fixing to pee all over the bed. After getting his hand unloosed from the handles of the vibrator he switched on the light. There I was mad as I could be with a runaway vibrator hanging by pubic hair and still vibrating. It was hysterical when I think about it now. Eventually I was untangled and freed of this contraption and it would be 25 more years before I decided to find out what all the vibrator fuss was about. I am happy to report that using a vibrator on myself and having someone use it on me is something I enjoy very much and I regret that I did not give it a second chance back then.

It amazes me how life changes us with our experience. Looking back and reflecting on my earlier experiences puts my life into perspective for me. I sincerely hope that in fifteen or twenty years from now I will remember this stage in my life with just as many smiles and grins, as I recall all the new and different adventures into sex, passion and erotica that I have experienced. My sincerest thanks to all those who made this story possible and especially to the readers who have made such incredibly nice and encouraging comments.