Where it happened: Work
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I had sex once, losing my virginity to a boy at school. I found out quickly soon after that he had told his friends. I told them of course that he had lied, and swore to myself that I would never do it ever with another boy from school. For starters, for a girls first time, it wasn’t all that great anyway, and as soon as he had it in me he was done and I was still waiting for something awesome to happen to my body. It didn’t!
I did have sex one other time however some months after, with a boy who I had met while staying for a week with an aunt in another city, while my folks were on a cruise. I had met him at a 7-11. His said his name was Jeff. He was a little older, and quite cute. We were standing as strangers in the line-up waiting for the cashier. In the brief moment that we talked he discovered I was from out of town and then asked if he could show me round.
His Ford Mustang convertible was outside. I am not sure if it was him or the car that caused for me to decide so quickly. I said I would. He took me round the town and showed me all the sites, and was really really very nice but very shy and never made any advances whatsoever. He was just a real nice guy and I liked him more than what I thought I would when we first me.
Finally when evening came, as he was taking me back to my aunts place I asked him if he’d like to ‘park’ before we got there?
We parked. We kissed, and then as I caressed his thigh I felt his cock and realized it was stiff. Instantly his hand began to fumble with my jeans. My hand undid the clasp, then slipped the zipper down. He felt me there, and realized then how wet I was, how much I’d like to feel his cock!
His cock came out. I sucked it, then straddling him I helped him find the magic spot, then felt it sliding in!
I left town the following morning, meeting my parents enroute. I promised him I’d write. He was in love with me. I never did.
The following summer my folks employed a handyman to construct a new deck at the back of our house.
My parents were at work and often I was there by myself and I would wake in the morning to hear him outside banging with his hammer and cutting with his saw.
He was older, maybe in his forties, but he was handsome for a guy his age, and had a gorgeous body that I couldn’t help but notice, especially that afternoon when he had taken off his shirt in the hot sun and was wearing just a pair of shorts.
I went out there, and kind of flirted with him. I hung around him. When he realized that I liked him he told me almost defensively that he was married. I said it didn’t matter, and then asked him if he’d ever cheated on his wife. He smiled but he didn’t answer.
I went inside, and changed into my bikini which was somewhat very brief and probably a size or two smaller than what I should have been wearing, and then I came back out and continued hanging around him and asked if I could help. He looked at me. He looked at the bikini, my youthful breasts almost fully revealed by the scanty top; and then he said okay.
I then helped him, if you could call it that, and every now and then I would catch his eyes as they were sneaking just another look at my breasts. I teased him with them as opportunity availed. It was obvious that he was intrigued. The bikini top had this very low cut, and the only thing that he could not see of my breasts were really just the nipples.
I asked him if he’d like some lemonade. He said he would. I made it, and then invited him inside, into the kitchen where there’d be some shade.
We sat there at the kitchen table. I told him about my room, how I wanted for my folks to build some shelves for me. He suggested he should take a look. We went upstairs into my room. I shut the door behind us.
I showed him where the shelves might fit. He stood real close to me, and then a moment later he had his arm around behind my neck, then brought me to him, and then we kissed. I felt his hand go down my belly, then slowly with his fingers his hand began to slide inside the front part of my bikini bottoms, feeling of the little mound of flesh and pubic hair, the clitoris extending, reacting to his touch.
I didn’t try to stop him. I liked the way it felt! His finger was like magic and caused me to respond! I mumbled that I liked it. I fumbled with his zipper and caressed his naked cock!
He said he’d like to fuck me. He asked how old I was? I didn’t want to stop him, so I lied about my age. It was then in sudden urgency he pushed me on the bed, his shorts and my bikini bottoms suddenly were off of us and lying on the floor! His cock was really massive! It was thicker than I thought! I looked upon the head of it and wondered for a moment if it might have been too large!
His cock began caressing my youthful nest of hair. It slithered in my wetness and the knob slid in my hole! It was several sizes larger than the boys I’d felt before!
I marvelled at the feeling, the knob was now all in. I muttered words of thanks and praise and felt myself reacting as the rest of it went in!
The pleasure was intensive. It was naughty! It was nice! My hips were going crazy as I fucked the cock inside! I thought about his marriage, and I thought about his wife. I wondered if he loved her, how often did they fuck? I thought about my friends at school. They hardly would believe me that I fucked a man this old!
His cock began to pleasure me and felt of my response, and then too soon it happened; I was cumming like a whore! I was gasping! I was screaming! I was begging him for more!
The world was going crazy! We were cumming both at once! I could feel his horny penis with the tiny little mouth; it was squirting bursts semen and was filling me with cum!
Finally we’d finished, exhausted from the deed. His cock was still inside me as we lay upon my bed. No words at all were spoken as we struggled for our breath. He said that he was sorry, like he blamed it on himself. I said that it was really good. He said he liked it too. I then confessed that I had never had an orgasm with a guy’s penis inside of me before, and though I had masturbated and had felt the pleasures of orgasm I had never felt my body overwhelmed like that before.
We had gotten dressed. He went outside and continued working on the deck and two days later he was finished.
I thought that I might never see him again; but a month or so later as I was walking back home from school he stopped his pickup truck and asked me if I’d like a lift?
Hesitantly I agreed, knowing well that we would likely do the same again. I was right. We did. I still had not forgotten how good it had felt while with him, how large his cock was, and how good it made me feel when I had fucked it.
He had taken me to a small cabin that he was renovating beside the lake. The fuck which quickly followed was even better than the time before. We had more time. We knew each other better. I sucked his cock. He used his tongue to lick my clit. I came three times before we fucked; then two more times when we were fucking, the pleasure even more intense than it had been the time before!
We met on several occasions thereafter. I would look forward to him surprising me and picking me up on the way home from school. We used the cabin he was working on beside the lake. He’d pick me up right after school and take me there; and then not long before Christmas it seemed he disappeared and then I found that he had moved away from town. I haven’t seen him since. Perhaps he moved because of his infatuation for my body, for the sex were so frequently enjoying? I don’t know?
I am twenty-three now, and I am married to a man my own age. I must confess however, as good as my marriage is, experience (and size) does matter! The older man was still the best I’ve had!
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