Where it happened: At Home, Gloucester, England
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I first had sex when I was 13. I lived in a small village where nothing ever happened and there was nothing to do except hang around the streets in the hope that something would happen to brighten up our lives.
They say that if you wish long and hard enough for something, it will happen, and it did.
A local guy of 17, Mike had got himself a motor bike and the gang he was in would ride out to our village to see him and go off for a ride. My friend Sue and I would chat with the boys, like teenage girls do, which I guess was more like flirting really.
One of the boys, Dave, who was also 17 seemed very friendly and would take time to talk to us and not make us feel like kids, even though we were really. I had taken to wearing the tightest top I possessed in order to show off my growing boobs, which even then were considered well developed at 34c.
I’d told him a couple of times that if he ever fancied a cup of coffee, he could come to my house after 9.00pm, when my mum would be working in the local pub and my dad would be going for the last couple of hours for a drink and walk my mum home.
One night he said he’d like to take me up on my offer and would be back later after going out for a ride. He turned up at 9.30, having parked his bike way up the road. I made him a coffee, we sat next to each other on the sofa and listened to an LP that he had brought with him, Led Zeppelin II.
He started kissing me and stroking my hair, then his hands moved all over my body, up my jumper, feeling my boobs and expertly undoing my bra with ease, which seemed to confirm to me that he had done this before. He asked me to stand up, which I did, and he pulled my jumper over my head and pulled my bra away. I remember thinking that this is why my boobs had grown so womanly, so that I could show attract and show them off to the boys. I felt so proud that I stood here like a real woman and this guy was obviously impressed with what he was seeing, and touching.
After more than a few minutes, he started to undo my skirt and lower it to the floor. My initial feelings of womanhood began to disappear somewhat when a couple of things sprang into my mind. My knickers were not exaxtly those of a grown woman, I think they had little rabbits on them, and although my boobs were well developed, my pubic hair had not kept pace and could only be described as sparse and bound to make him think twice about what he was doing. There was nothing I could do about the growth rate of my pubes, but I was determined to buy myself some more alluring knickers that I would feel confident about having removed in future.
“My mum buys my school knickers”, I blurted, expecting him to laugh or leave, but he said something like “Mum’s eh”. Once he had removed them he started stroking my crotch and said “Cool, you trim your hairs”. I siezed the moment and told him that I had always done it to stop it getting too hot and sweaty.
Wow. I felt as if I was back on level par, having escaped a possible disaster and now full of confidence again. As his finger entered my tight Virgina I felt for the first time the power that a woman has over a man, and what lengths he will go to when he is aroused and feeling the need to satisfy his animal urges. Although he was satisfying a need in me, I knew even then that I had what he wanted and that he was would not now just get up and walk away before he had achieved his own satisfaction.
He asked me lay on the fluffy rug in front of the fire whilst he stood up and took all his clothes off. I stared in awe at his semi flaccid penis, which was the first one I had ever clapped eyes on. It looked so different to the drawings we had been shown in sex lessons at school, and I was starting to doubt if I could actually accommodate all of it inside my little hole.
He sat astride me, sitting lightly on my belly, allowing his thing to dangle over my boobs and not far from my face. After a couple of seconds he took my hand and placed it on his cock and moved it up and down as if to show me how he wanted me to stroke him. When He was happy that I had got into a nice rhythm, he lent slightly backwards and started fingering me again. His dick, which I thought was at it’s normal size when he had undressed, started to grow , stiffen and throb in my hand. My hand moved up and down his shaft and I remember he winced a couple of times when I rolled his foreskin back too far, but I quickly got to know how far to go with it and I noticed that the head of his prick had turned from pink to red to purple. I would guess that even allowing for it being my first dick, and the excitement of what was happening to me, it must have been about 7″ long when fully erect.
After about 10 minutes, he changed position and lowered himself on top of me. He spread my legs wide apart and aimed his manhood at the entrance of my hole. I had thank god become wet from all the excitement and the fingering, so when he started to enter me, it was at least a little easier. I could tell that he was at least taking his time to enter me, a little at a time, even though it did not feel all together comfortable. He was entering me so far, pulling out a little, then going inside me a little further. On more than one occasion I thought he must be all the way in, then he would pull out and go even deeper. Finally he started the in and out strokes at a quicker pace and it was no longer as uncomfortable and did not seem to go any deeper. My poor little pussy was now being stretched far beyond it’s normal size and apart from feeling rather numb, I was now enjoying the feeling of having his thing so deep inside me.
Just as I had become accustomed to having a foreign body inside me, he gathered pace with his thrusting, swore a few times then emptied his load inside me, collapsing as if he had just run a marathon. After he withdrew himself, I could feel a warm trickle starting too run down the inside of my legs. He left ten minutes later, saying he would see me in a few days, which he did. I quickly jumped in the bath before my folks got home then laid in bed for hours nursing my poor pussy and hoping that no more evidence of the nights events would trickle out.
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