posted by sooyup
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Courting days
[Sunday, 6th December, 1959] Four hours ago I think my life began. Emma became mine. At last! After an hour of kissing and feeling her, and plenty of finger-pie, I asked my usual, “Can we?” But this time Emma said, “Yes. I want you to.” (I will have to write this in glorious Technicolor later - when my head stops spinning.) While I wedged a book under the door, Emma took her knickers off and stuffed them under the seat-cover. We lay down on the floor and I put a cushion under her head. When I pushed her skirt up, I took my first proper look at what I’d been dipping my fingers into for so long. A closer look, feeling the hairs against my lips. God, the sight and the scent of it nearly made me come. I unbuttoned my fly and lay on top of her, between her legs. Then just pushed and pushed, not having a clue what to do. Neither of us did. Suddenly I knew I was getting inside her. I felt something tight round my cock - imagine pushing your cock through a small hole in a sheet of rubber. I pushed as gently as I could until I was as deep inside her as I could get, wishing she would spread her legs wider. But she didn’t. It was all too much for me, anyway, and in two or three jerks I emptied myself into her. When I came out of her, I was afraid Emma had had some sort of fit like my uncle Peter - I couldn’t wake her, her eyes were flickering, and her teeth were chattering. But as I stroked her face, she opened her eyes and smiled. I cannot begin to say how fantastic it was. Later, perhaps.
[Sunday, 6th December, 1959] Four hours ago I think my life began. Emma became mine. At last! After an hour of kissing and feeling her, and plenty of finger-pie, I asked my usual, “Can we?” But this time Emma said, “Yes. I want you to.” (I will have to write this in glorious Technicolor later - when my head stops spinning.) While I wedged a book under the door, Emma took her knickers off and stuffed them under the seat-cover. We lay down on the floor and I put a cushion under her head. When I pushed her skirt up, I took my first proper look at what I’d been dipping my fingers into for so long. A closer look, feeling the hairs against my lips. God, the sight and the scent of it nearly made me come. I unbuttoned my fly and lay on top of her, between her legs. Then just pushed and pushed, not having a clue what to do. Neither of us did. Suddenly I knew I was getting inside her. I felt something tight round my cock - imagine pushing your cock through a small hole in a sheet of rubber. I pushed as gently as I could until I was as deep inside her as I could get, wishing she would spread her legs wider. But she didn’t. It was all too much for me, anyway, and in two or three jerks I emptied myself into her. When I came out of her, I was afraid Emma had had some sort of fit like my uncle Peter - I couldn’t wake her, her eyes were flickering, and her teeth were chattering. But as I stroked her face, she opened her eyes and smiled. I cannot begin to say how fantastic it was. Later, perhaps.
