Orlagh Had Titties And I Came So Many Times For Her

The summer I turned 13, my family moved from one Vancouver suburb to another. I was already a regular, chronic masturbator, although my cums at this point were totally dry. I was cumming several times a day, glorying in the amazing pleasure I could give myself. Before we left, a few friends had a going-away party for me.

One of the girls I’d gone to school with over the years was named Orlagh. She was quite cute, very intelligent, and kind of intimidated the boys she knew. Then, out of nowhere, she developed the sweetest little set of titties and me and my friends pretty much constantly drooled over her. Her attractiveness meant that older boys paid a lot of attention to her and we really felt we had no chance with her, even though we talked all the time about how much we wanted to fuck her. In reality, of course, none of us would have had the slightest clue about what to do if we had ever found ourselves in an intimate situation with her.

We got to the party and luckily the parents of the host were co-operative towards the raging young hormones of the attendees. They didn’t interfere when we turned down the lights as the evening darkened and left us alone as we danced. I found myself with Orlagh as a slower song came on the stereo and we waltzed, pressing oh-so-slightly into each other. We were hairless but throbbingly/drippingly horny!

Something came over me and I went for a French kiss with her, totally expecting to be shot down in flames. To my delight, Orlagh whispered, “Oh, OK!” and parted her lips. We slipped our tongues shallowly into each other’s mouths, worked them back and forth, and held each other’s asses as we wandered off to a corner of the room. Orlagh’s soft little breasts were being thrust against my chest and I’ll never know how I didn’t cum in my pants. The dance (to Deep Purple’s “Hush”) was over all too quickly and we switched partners as was the usual procedure at our “wild” parties.

My cock was as hard as a fucking rock by now and I couldn’t decide whether I’d rather stay and maybe get more “action,’ or head home and beat my meat (such as it was) into submission yet again. The decision was made for me as the party ended and some parents arrived to give the kids a ride home. I was sitting beside Orlagh in the back seat and our thighs were crushed together. The hormonal heat in that station wagon could have melted granite.

We got to my house and I said goodbye to my friends. Thankfully, my parents were already in bed so I was able to pretty much sprint into my bedroom and rip my clothes off before falling hard-cocked into my bed. I started jacking immediately and feverishly and may have been able to hold off my orgasm for 30 seconds or so. Then I came, really hard, as I fantasized about Orlagh’s titties being mashed against me. 

I started cumming wet not long after this and I must have jacked out litres of jizz to this memory over the years.