I dated Barb when I was 17. She was 16. It was the sexually repressed 60s and sex was this huge forbidden unknown... Barb was a delightful girl, blonde and with a really cute figure, who loved to neck. One evening we were necking in my father's car and she let me slip my hand inside her pants. For the first time I had my hand on a girl's pussy! As we kissed I became bolder and wiggled it around until I found her slit. It felt damp. this was all new to me! I slipped my finger into her pussy as we kissed. After a bit I took it out as we rearranged our positions in the car. I smelled my pussy juice soaked finger. OMG! What an aroma! I had not expected that! I thought maybe I had put my finger up the wrong hole!
So naturally, I had to check and make certain it was the right one. She lay across my lap and I put my hand in her pants again, slipped inside her panties and felt her wet girl slit, exploring it. Yep! Right hole! The one in front! I kept working my finger in and out of her wet vagina. Her breathing quickened and she started to pump her hips. All of a sudden she exploded, wildly pumping her ass and making exquisite whimpering sounds. This was my first time seeing a woman have an orgasm! Unfortunately she did not reciprocate. After I took her home I smelt my finger all the way back to my parent's house where I jacked myself off to a superb orgasm while inhaling her musky pussy scent. I don't think I washed that finger for a week!
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