Soap...

When I was 19 and a sophomore in college, I finally met a girl from the wrong side of the tracks who was bound and determined, for whatever reason, to get into my pants. We'd met at a local bar when my date went to the girls' room and Susan, a couple of booths down the aisle, got up and handed me a note; then went back to her seat. I immediately read it. It gave me her phone number, and said "call me tomorrow... Susan". My date got back to the booth and the note was stashed in my pocket. To sum up in as few words as possible; I was still a virgin. For the next three weekends, I came over from Chapel Hill to Greensboro and went out with Susan on both Friday and Saturday nites each weekend. The first weekend I just hunted for the right hole on a dark lane, and gave up. On the second weekend, I booked a motel room, and she showed me how to do the "dirty" while good and soused. On the third weekend, I booked another motel room. I tried and tried but could not get through the dryness that had not been a problem before. Suddenly it came to me that I had a tube of Prell shampoo in my dopkit. 

In the bathroom I heavily covered the condom with the nice smooth lubricant that would help me gain entry. It worked. In about twenty seconds I hear this high-pitched scream in my ear as I sucked on Susan's nipple while sliding in and out. She pushed me off of her and asked "What the hell is on that condom?" I said "Prell". She then followed with "Jeez, I'm burning up inside. What the heck are you doing using a shampoo?" I forget what exactly I said; but it was something to do with "I didn't know." Truth of it was that I was desperate, and had to find a way. I didn't think for a second that Prell didn't belong in a vagina until Susan explained it to me. And I said something like "Oh" as she ran to the bathroom and gave herself a good washing out that must have taken at least half an hour in the tub. I didn't dare go in, but just ripped my one and only condom off and threw it in the basket beside the bed. Finally, I heard the water stop and minutes later Susan, of long black hair and massive mammaries, emerged from the bathroom still grimacing from the injustice done to her. She laid down on the bed, obviously still in some pain, and I laid down beside her. We didn't say anything for several minutes as I watched the red and green neon lights blink against the opposite wall from the highway. 

Then I noticed that she had started to rub her hand between her legs. I said to her, "I can do that." "Did you wash your hands?" was her reply. and so I trotted off to the bathroom again to rinse off any stray Prell that might still be on my fingers. When I came back into the room, Susan said to me, "Just watch." She had thrown off the sheet as I took up a position where I could watch carefully, lying between her legs with my own legs bent upward at the end of the bed. Between the dull light and Susan's hairy genital area, it was not so easy to see all that I craved seeing closely. But I saw enough to learn how to jill off a woman. She had two fingers from her left hand inside of her, and her right palm pressed and circled the upper part of her cleft harder and harder until she began to breathe heavily and grind her hips into her palm. She then said to me to stick a finger CAREFUULY into her cunny, then into her ass. I did that thinking "Why? She was doing real good." At least I was excited, as I changed positions to let my hard rest against her cheek and lips. As soon as she took it into her mouth, I began to wiggle my finger that was embedded in her ass. Sort of a quid pro quo, as I look back on it. 

The she bucked hard and let out a large stream of white cream-like substance from her vagina. My finger and penis, now disengaged, I watched as she put her two fingers back into her cunny and swept two more large gobs of sauce forward on to the bedsheet. Between her thighs was a mess of gooey white that she immediately took into one hand and placed that hand on my penis. I asked her, "You feel better now?" She replied, "Oh yea!" "Now you lie back." So I did, thinking I'll just leave the rest to her. "Now you get off for me. I want to watch; and as soon as you're close, you tell me." So I started masturbating for the third time in my life. I hurried along with the object of getting there fast, as Susan played with her titties, kneeding, pushing them together, sucking her nipples...all to give me voyeuristic pleasure as I pumped. It wasn't long before "Now" emanated from my throat. Susan immediately put her head sideways under my balls and began slurping on them as I came. I thanked her with one of those tiny red southern hotdogs on my way to dropping her off. We didn't talk much. As I later found out, she had feelings for me that were not reciprocated. But, she was my first, and a darn good teacher during the two months we dated. I can't even begin to guess what her circumstances might be today...35 years later.