4 comments/ 55343 views/ 5 favorites 1973 By: cerection Her breasts were small. Not that they in any way bothered me; I adored them. It's just that I've been thinking about them for a couple of days. I seem to have been lucky to not have noticed there was any woman that was my 'type.' I've never really worried about a particular hair color, nose size, or fashion style. In retrospect, there certainly have been commonalities. For a long time, among many other things, they were mainly tall, they were really nice, and they liked me. And for eight years they were all named Patricia. (I don't think the 'Patricia' thing was anything but coincidence, but it always makes for a provocative statement.) This small breasts I'm talking about belonged to the second Patricia. There were other reasons her breast size didn't bother me, not all as flattering to me as "I didn't really notice." The first girl I felt up, at sixteen, was pretty flat chested. So was the first Patricia. This second Patricia was just the third or fourth woman who'd gotten naked for me, so it wasn't surprising that her breasts were tiny. Other women I'd be with were much more built, but it didn't matter. Actually, it still doesn't matter. Any woman who takes her clothes off in front of me for intimate contact is sexy, beautiful, fantastic. And Patricia, once we got it together, loved to have intimate contact with me. She just loved to fuck me, and I loved fucking her. But let's get back to her physical self, her body, because that's what's on my mind right now. Then we can get back to the fucking. So, her breasts were small. Her face was small. Not small exactly, but narrow and long, and really pretty. Her torso was narrow too, downright thin, all leading to a really small waist. And an upper body that was the perfect setting for those cute little breasts with the just right sized, just right colored nipples. Nipples, that once we got to know each other, just begged to be fondled, licked, and bitten. They weren't those gorgeous, puffy kind of nipples, they were those gorgeous, mature kind of nipples that just happen to be attached to gorgeous, mature, sexy little breasts. If you only looked at her above the waist, you'd figure Patricia to be about five four and a hundred pounds. But her ass. Her ass, her thighs, they were tremendous. Tremendous in every way that the word conjures up. Cheeks that were big, wide, round, kind of heavy. And they led to upper thighs that were just as enormous, until they tapered fast to calves and feet that were perfectly formed for the girl with the thin upper body with no breasts. Now look, I know it sounds like I'm heading to a place where I'm saying I was repulsed by the big ass, and that's the end of the story. But, in fact, just like her breasts, I didn't really notice the big butt. Maybe she knew how to dress around it, I don't know. Until one day she pointed it out. And even then I didn't really give it a second thought. I loved her, I liked her, we had hot sex, what did I care? Once, we were listening to the radio and the oldie "Backfield in Motion" came on and she started a shy, embarrassed laugh. Me, I loved the record, but didn't get what she was saying. She said something like "My mother used to say this song was for me." Huh? "The lyrics." Backfield in motion baby You know it that's against the rule. Offside and holding yeah You ought to be ashamed of yourself baby I almost never listened to the words of a song (though now when I hear this one, they can't be avoided). I felt kind of embarrassed for her, because in my repressed household my parents never, ever, ever, would have brought up such a thing to me or my sisters. Even though Patricia's family was Roman Catholic I guess they were less puritanical. And anyway, it didn't appear to bother her, she almost seemed to enjoy it. I don't think I asked her to walk for me right then, so I could test her mom's theory, but you can bet I looked from then on. And her mother was right. What a wiggle, what a shake, what a wobble. I could never again undress her without taking special interest when her panties came off. I could never again enter her from behind without grabbing on that luscious behind and bumping up and bouncing off her. And I could never again walk behind any other woman without noticing what she was shaped like, what she walked like, and wondering what she looked like back there. Never. (In fact, one of the greatest girl-watcher nights of my life was the first Christmas party my first successful company threw. It was at a roller skating rink. Almost all the women were women I knew well and liked -- I think even Patricia might have been there -- and roller skating behind them all was sublime.) Today, my only regret, a regret that probably everyone has about just about everything as they get older, was that I didn't really know enough to make the most of Patricia's fanny. How to make her know how much I loved it, how much more we could have done together with it. Not that we didn't do plenty, maybe everything two people can do with a fanny, but, you know, now I have a deep desire to have even done more. I have a naked Polaroid of her dancing in one of my shitty apartments, facing front. And it's enough to make me remember how she was put together and how great it was to see her naked. But it's also enough to make me wish I had taken more pictures. So look, enough. She had a truly fantastic ass. I'm not sure it completely matched her truly fantastic tiny breasts, but, you can't have everything. This all started with me thinking of those breasts, which got me to thinking about that ass, but the best thing they got me thinking about was the sex. ********************************** Patricia loved to fuck me, and I loved fucking her. Actually, I uncommonly loved her, and I uncommonly loved to fuck her, and she seemed to love it back. But I was her first, and our break-up was devastating to me, so maybe she didn't groove with me as much as I thought. But, for my memory's sake, I leave it at: Patricia loved to fuck me, and I loved fucking her. The variations of "fuck" might seem kind of crude in describing the coitus with someone I loved so much. It's always seemed there was plenty of room for all the variations like "love making," "sex," and "the old in 'n' out," and they accurately depict the way I've had intercourse with almost every woman I've been happy to be with, but when it comes to remembering sex with Patricia it's really "fucking." The earliest existent memory I have of Patricia was her sitting in the back of my car between Laura and someone else constantly pulling up her knitted halter top over her tiny, bra-less breasts. We met because she worked with Laura, who had taken my mainly unrequited crush and turned it into a weekly situation where we would go out with a group of my friends or her friends, and then we would all become friends with each other. Over the course of a year Patricia and I became talking buddies and when she moved in with her grandmother in the city we started hanging out. One night when I was standing on her grandmother's landing after spilling my guts out about Sally, who I thought maybe I loved, Patricia grabbed me and kissed me. Solid. On the mouth. I don't know what happened. It was amazing, stunning. You know that horrible Phil Spector record "He Hit Me and It Felt Like a Kiss?" It was like that but all turned around. "She Kissed Me and I Felt Like I'd Been Hit." It was out of the blue, from nowhere, we'd really, truly, just been friends. I swear I did not think anything more, even when I stared at the halter top slipping. (I'm a guy. I look at any woman who's calling attention to her breasts, even small breasts, even inadvertently.) At that point in my life, more of my friends were women than men, and even though a lot of my women friends were women I would liked to do something, anything with, Patricia, for some strange reason, wasn't one of them. Until that kiss. I took the subway home from Canarsie, a two hour trip late at night, in a complete daze. No girl had ever shown that kind of interest in me before. Even though I'd had sex they were still girls-turning-into-women until that moment. And maybe that kiss is when I started hanging with a woman. Like it happens, from then on we were girlfriend and boyfriend. We hung out in the city and weekends we both went home to Long Island and hung out some more. We made out and that's when she shyly and frighteningly told me she was a virgin. It was OK with me, I'd only lost my virginity a few years before. But she was a little embarrassed that she was twenty one, I guess she thought it was late, and that maybe I was too experienced to be interested. Yeah right. I'd never gone in for the idea that it's better to screw a virgin, though as I look back I've always had a great time with more inexperienced women, but Geeez! She'd grabbed me and kissed me. I wasn't going to let a little virginity get in the way of the woman who wanted to kiss me that much. I couldn't tell you how long it took for that virginity to be gone. At the time it probably felt like forever, but finally we made love in my loft bed in my apartment I had in Manhattan. I don't remember if my roommate was home, but it didn't matter. I remember a shy, sweet, loving, very sexual moment. Patricia was scared, a little, but not too scared to want it. She didn't know what to do, but she laid naked on her back, let me guide the activities. When we were finished she smiled, big. Maybe we did it again. Maybe I'd like to think we did it again. I don't know how, but the shy, sweet, loving, very sexual moments animated into fucking real quickly. Patricia liked being together, she liked getting naked with me, she liked having her surefire orgasms. But none of it explains how we got to have such raw, passionate fucking kind of sex. Like I've said, I'd had sex before. For four years after the first Patricia and I lost our virginity together we had done it every time we could everywhere we could. In the bedroom, on the patio, on the beach, in a car, in the back of a van. And we'd done all the in and outs two people could do. Her on the bottom, me on the bottom. Doggy style, standing up. In her pussy, in her mouth, in her ass. In her hand, in my mouth, up my ass. Bodily fluids. We did a lot. But, you know, we made love and had sex, it wasn't fucking. We did all the dirty stuff, but it was about trying these new sex toys we had discovered, our genitals and our brains, and it felt incredible. We had the greatest time together, with and without sex, but I suppose once we'd done everything a few times, maybe we didn't love each other enough. In between Patricias there was sex with Angie and sex with Sally, maybe a feel up here and there. But I was still waiting. One day I was inside Patricia (I'm back to Patricia number two) and I said something innocuous like "I love being inside you." No big deal, but until then I had been a silent player in the game. I think that before I started having sex I'd had years of masturbating in my childhood bedroom and silent orgasm was the best defense against a prying parent or sister. And maybe I'd said something to someone in some bed. But when I talked out loud to Patricia she reacted. She moaned, she gushed, she writhed, I don't know what exactly, but it was something to let me know she was more turned on than she was before I talked. So I talked again. Maybe it was a little more. "I love having my cock inside you." More sensuous contortions. "My dick loves moving in and out of you. It's moving faster. Faster." She's moaning big now. She pushes my hand between us to rub her. "Patricia, I don't know how deeper my prick can go. I feel like it's about to explode. Inside you. Deep." My hand is moving, my cock is moving, my girl is rocking. We both come big. And it was like the kiss all over again. "She Fucked Me and it Felt Like I'd Been Hit." There's nothing that can replace the moment you lose your virginity, but I can tell you now, that the moment of that orgasm was, well, it was, that's what it was. From then on we talked, both of us. What could be said, what buttons could we push to trigger an orgasm? It was harder for her, she was a girl, she was Catholic, but just like sex, once she started, she couldn't stop. Once she was thinking dirty, talking dirty, she wanted more, and better, and more still. I say dirty, because that was definitely an element. But it was more than just that, it was an in describable thing that moved it past the sex and past the making love and all the way to what I've been saying it was. Fucking. And that's how we did it. Like fucking animals. It began kind of easy, like I said, but, really, what did I know? I'd started this thing and Patricia was looking to me to be her sex guide, and I knew the positions I knew the words, but I sure didn't know much else. I started searching. She seemed to get wet when I said "cock" and got really wild with "dick" but "prick" held absolutely no magic. "Pussy" made hers leak like a faucet, and since it was the age of feminism and I was sure I was feministly correct I was a little frightened to go anywhere further, except eventually it was clear that "cunt" really took her to sea. So it started with dirty words and was unbelievably incredible, but soon I realized that that was just the beginning. "What would you like me to say?" started leading to orgasm inducing suggestive descriptions of off-color situations which led to smutty personal characterizations which led to lewd storytelling where one of us was in an extreme, obscene, and thoroughly nasty sexual situation where the only escape was a vulgar, happy, hissing "I'm cccoomminggg." Believe it or not, being that it was twenty five years ago, I cannot remember the yarns Patricia spun me to turn me on. But I can recall a lot of the situations that made her squirm. She liked stories where she watched a man masturbating. Stories with a lot of naked men standing around her rubbing their dicks while she was masturbating. She particular enjoyed them spurting come while three of them plowed her holes. There were others. My earlier sexploits seemed to juice her, and she moaned and hollered when she heard the one where she was ravished when a loving stranger encountered her outside the elevator. Just to be clear, the dirty talk and the stories weren't all there was to our sex life, it was just that they were the key to the fucking part of it. I loved asking her to undress for me, turn around so I can see your ass, save your bra for last. It made me so hard when she tugged my clothes off before sex. We discovered sexy lingerie together, even though it was way politically incorrect for the day (she really liked black lacy stuff) and she started enjoying vibrators and double headed dildos. I couldn't get enough of those petite breasts and she swooned when she realized that her finger in my ass made me come fast. But you know, when it's was all said and done, it was the talking that made the fucking. The talking, those breasts, and that ass. When she left me for my best friend, and she told me that she talked to him to turn him on, all I could remember was the talking, her breasts, and her big, ole, swingin', swayin', please let me fuck your ass. 1973 Was My First Time My first time was in mid June of 1973. It was a warm and sunny summer after noon in South Dakota. I had just turned 18 a few days before .Most of my friends had already gotten laid and had many stories of their conquests. Yes, I had dated several girls and it wasn't that I was weird or ugly. I was just not sure of how to get a girl to give it up. Or maybe I was just dating the wrong girls? I had made it to first , second and third base but was still waiting for my first homerun. I had a wide range of friends and it was not uncommon for me to hang out with some of my older buddies ( from the varsity football team) that had just spent their school year at Northern State College. For lack of much else to do on a Sunday afternoon in rural South Dakota we headed to the nearest town. We planned to have a few beers and then to cruise around in my Dad's car to check out the young chicks in their summer attire. Located right on our way to town was a radio station where one of my high school friends worked as a dj. We stopped and visited with him and watched him spin records and lay out his well know line of gab (BS)on the local airways. He had box after box of the records that they were going to throw out. Copies of popular artists and a lot of them that we had never heard of. He said "Take as many as you want." So we left with two big cardboard boxes of 45’s. We went down to our usual watering hole and downed a several pitchers of beer between the three of us. After playing a little foosball . We decide we were bored and started driving around looking at the babes in their shorts and tub tops. Standing in front of the local teen arcade. (It was the 70’s ,so we just had pin ball machines, foosball and pool tables in our arcades) were two young teenage girls. The one closed to the street was a very pretty brunette in tight jeans and a white blouse. She had a very dark complexion so her nipples could easily be seen through the thin cloth of her blouse. Her ass was a perfect heart shape. She was really put together for a 18 year old girl. The other was a blonde wearing a white t-shirt and loose fitting jeans. Her hair was very long and hung down to her ass cheeks. She was cute, but had a hippy chick look to her. A total contrast to the more preppy looking brunette. One of my friends knew the blonde so he called out her name and we pulled the car into a parking spot and started talking. She looked into the car and noticed the boxes full of records stacked in the back seat of my Dads 1970 FuryIII. We talked for a while and all at once she reached in through the window and pull the keys out of the ignition and starting running down the street laughing and shouting back that I couldn’t catch her. She was pretty fast for a girl but in about ½ a block I caught her from behind. I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the ground with one arm and with my free hand I was trying to get my keys back out of her tight fist. She just giggled and shoved the keys into her front pocket. “I would like to see you get them now.” She said in a very sexy voice. Well I sure as hell wasn’t going to walk 70 miles home(I thought to myself). I pushed my hand right past the lump of keys in her front pocket and I grabbed her by the pussy and lifted her off the ground. She could feel my hard teenage cock pressed against her ass and she let out a light moan as I gripped her pussy with my strong hand. Just then a load of teenage boys drove by and yelled out at us “Get a fucking room.” "Oh shit! I go to school with those guys ." she said "We need to go someplace else before we go any further and I really don't want my Mom to find out that I am with a guy. I am supposed to be grounded." She told me that she needed to be home by 5 .But if I would come by her house around 7 (when her Mom would have to leave for work) she would sneak out and we could be alone. I drove past her house at about 7:15 . She ran out in the street to my car and hopped inside and slide over next to me and kissed me. “Lets go for a drive in the country.” She said with a big smile on her face. I drove a short distance out sw of town on a seldom traveled gravel road. I pulled off the road into and approach. As soon as I had shut off the car. She started kissing me deeply teasing my tongue with hers. I reached under her shirt to play with her firm teenage tits . They were hard as rocks and she had those long pencil eraser nipples that stood proudly. I moved my hand down on to her thigh .As I moved my way up to her crouch and she parted her legs so I could have access to rub her sopping wet pussy through her jeans. She loved my hand working over her pussy .I could smell the sweet scent of her sex filling the car as I teased her young twat. She was squirming up and down and pressing her cunt up against my hand as if she were trying to force my fingers in her hot hole right through her jeans. She was panting in fast short breaths and had her first cum of the night. Her whole body shook and her thighs smashed my hand against her twitching pussy . “Lets get into the back seat.” She said to me She hopped over the front seat into the back . Before I could crawl over to join her, she was buckass naked. I sat there in awe for a minute just looking at her beautiful young body. She was the first totally naked girl I had ever seen in person. I had jacked off to plenty of naked women in Playboy. But this was the real live girl and she was ready and willing to fuck. She broke the silence by saying to me “Aren’t you forgetting something?” “What?” I asked “You still have your cloths on.” She said with a laugh I pulled off my shirt so she could get a view of my a hairy and well muscled chest . Her hands were running over my belly and she reached down and undone my belt and buttons of my jeans. I pulled my jeans and underwear down making my hard cock popped out. "WOW" she said She took my cock in her small hand and stroked it firmly . “I need a taste of that wonderful cock.” She said as she leaned down and starting sucking my hard shaft. She was the first to perform oral sex on me. Who ever taught this young woman had done an excellent job. She made small circles around the tip and she used the entire length of her tongue when she licked the beads of pre-cum from the slit of my rock hard shaft. When she sucked it was neither too hard or too soft. I could tell she loved the taste and the musky smell of my balls. Because after she made her way down to lick and suck on them , she would take in deep breaths and moan. I am sure if I had not had a few beers that my first cum would have been in that well skilled mouth. As lay down on the seat sucking me I reached down and explored her naked pussy with my fingers. It must have been shear luck finding her clit and working it like I did. Because I sure didn’t know all the working of a pussy at my young age. But I must have done fine, because she was soon squirming and squealing out from her second hard cum. “Get on top of me and fuck me with that big cock.” She begged me She looked so cute and so damn sex laying back with her legs parted waiting for me to mount her and fuck her teenage cunt. I was not sure of my aim and asked her to put it in for me. I could feel her hand grip my cock and pull me ahead to line it up with her wet fuck hole. As soon as it touch her lips she arched her back up and pushed in the tip. That was all the assistance I needed and I slowly worked my thick cock back and forth until I was buried balls deep in her wet furrow. I quickly picked up a rhythm that was making her moan louder . She didn’t just lay there but met me stroke for stroke. She could smell her sex on my hand and could see my fingers were wet. She took them in her mouth one by one and sucked them clean as I pumped my cock into that velvet slit. She begged” fuck me harder.” So I took long hard deep strokes pulling out just so the tip made contact with her swollen lips and then all the way in so my balls were slapping tight against her ass. My hands moved down under her ass and held her in a firm grip as I plunged my cock in and out of her red hot channel. I could feel her insides stretch so my cock would fit deeper and deeper in her wet fuck hole. Damn!!!!!!!!!She felt great wrapped around my teenage cock. "OH fuck ." I thought to my self Her pussy is hot on my hard prick. She was so wet that juice was running down covering the crack of her ass. “Cum inside me .” she said “I am on the pill.” So cum I did . My cock pulsed and shot out its stream of my white cum into her waiting pussy. As I slowly pulled out my still hard tool, a string of the mix of my cum and hers dripped down and coated her ass with the white mix. She just laid their breathing hard .Her legs were open wide so I could see her pink little pussy . It was still slightly open from the hard fucking she had just had taken . My white cum had filled and was dripping out of her hole. I will never forget the sight of her bred pink pussy ,full of my white cum. As we lay and rested she again made her way back down to my cock. It was shinny and wet from her pussy juices and the mix of my white cum. She licked and sucked it clean as if she could not get enough of the taste of my cum. "I need to get home." she said. "Mom likes to call from work and make sure I am home and not doing anything naughty." Her cleaning had made me hard again and I talked her into a quick one before I took her home. Her pussy made that squishy sound as I fuck her cum filled hole. I had learned what angle felt good to her and what rhythm and speed to use. She was soon bucking and moan and begging me "Fuck me with that big cock." I could feel the second load building up in my balls and I held in as deep as it would go. I could feel her cervix hitting the tip as I put the white seed deep inside her. She my first oral sex, my first real pussy and she was the first woman that loved to clean up my cock and balls after it had been buried inside of her. I never seen her again , but I will never forget that first time, it was great.