SAL

As a teenager I was like most good boys really are; anxious to discover to female form hidden away in a perpetually enticing fashion statement. At 18 the only woman I had seen naked was my mother, indeed I had never even ejaculated whilst awake. It drove me nuts to wake up in the dead of night with the vague memory of an erotic dream, and a warm, gooey belly. I longed to feel cum streaming up my small but perfectly formed penis.

I entered my first long-term relationship at 18. Sal was a small blond girl with more than her share of bust; not overly huge, but big on her small and well shaped frame. I was familiar enough with the groping of most teenage boys and girls; I had felt a fair bit of flesh, but never seen it in its natural, raw form. It is probably just as well, as I now know I could not have handled that level of stimulation without embarrassing myself by spouting instantly. We had a favorite spot to go and talk, kiss, cuddle and get horny. In the back corner of a local shopping centre we would be frequently sitting in my car enjoying the lessons we could teach each other about how to touch each other.

One night we had been getting it on in the front of the car before moving to the back seat, one door open, legs hanging out, me lying on top of my girl. We were getting pretty hot, kissing passionately and feeling through each other's clothing. Sal had her arms around me, pulling on my bum to drive my bulging crotch hard against hers. We really were covering new territory in the arousal game, as she was lying with her eyes closed tight, her small mouth partly open, panting. Small whimpers started to find their way out. Little groans of pleasure, building as we pushed on each other with such force that I was amazed she could handle the force. As she slipped into what she told me later was her first orgasm ever, I was watching her face contorting. She was trying not to be too noisy. Trying to be passionate when her body said just be selfish. Trying to make sense of the wave of pleasure sweeping through her small body. Suddenly I realized that the throb of my own organ was changing. Used to the ache of a horny teen's balls as they hang, neglected, waiting to deliver their load, I felt a sudden urge I had never felt before. Watching and hearing my girl orgasm from the pressure of my body on hers was triggering a response; the problem was that I didn't know what was happening. I was certain I was about to pee all over her through my jeans… Not wanting to stop her fun, I held on as tight as I could. The urge became stronger and stronger as time seemed to slow down. The pressure of this little angel's body on my erect penis, the sounds and sight of her in blissful orgasm. I could not hold off any longer. I buried my face in her shoulder, every muscle in my body trying to stop the inevitable. I failed. I lay there as my penis convulsed, feeling the fluid seep out in spurts as I tried to stem the flow. It was the strangest feeling.

I was totally embarrassed. I could not tell Sal what had happened. I lovingly rubbed my hand down between us, feeling her mound as she settled down from her high. As I did I took note of the state of my jeans. I was relieved that I didn't seem to have a flood penetrating the fabric. As I climbed over into the front seat I made some lame excuse about getting home for an early start.

After dropping my now more womanly girlfriend home, I found a spot to stop and inspect the state of my clothing. As I opened my jeans, peeled them carefully away from my tender penile undy-bump, I realized something other than urine had flooded my pants. My dick was still throbbing, my balls once again aching, as I pulled away the underpants that had saved Sally's jeans from saturation. It was then that I realized I was looking at the first passion seed of my balls. I had been so turned on by Sally's orgasm that I had, without knowing what was happening, had my first conscious orgasm. I was so excited that it had happened, so embarrassed that I didn't know what was happening, so looking forward to tomorrow night with my little angel so we could do it again. I wanted her to see me ejaculate. I knew she would enjoy that.

I rushed home, cleaned up and go into bed. Then, as if one first isn't enough for one night, I started to touch myself as I relived the night of my first orgasm. I imagined the pressure of her tight body, the smell of her perfume, the sight of her clothed breasts squashed between our eager bodies. I relived the sounds she made as her first orgasm swept through her small frame, her face trying to smile, her panting. Then, the feeling in my balls, the rising, throbbing of the flood trying to be released. The gooey sight of the first semen to flow from real passion. Then the tension started to build again, waves of urge, building, pulsing, then whoosh, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt… Semen. Warm, slippery, sensual. Spotted all over my chest. As far up as my neck, neck. The second "first" of the night. That was the first time I had come from any manual stimulation. I came twice that evening, then slept like a well satisfied teenager.