Where it happened: school trip
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
My first time? Well, if you don’t count, a ripe banana, a sex toy, a cucumber (organic, of course) and untold sexual fantasy courtesy of my fingers, then the moment of my “deflowering” (some one nicked my petunias?) was at the delicate and impressionable age of 15 years. Not legal? Well, I was very nearly 16. Only a matter of about 1 month or so. Anyway, I was pretty well developed, well past the stage of curiosity, well into the precocious adolescence of teen-dom and after having a few boyfriends of my own age all of whom had precious little idea about female anatomy and became far too excited, too soon, if you get my drift, I simply decided to get my own proverbial “leg over” and see what all the fuss was about. Looking back at my naivety I wonder exactly what the f*** I thought I was doing. I attended an all girl’s school. We shared the same sort of mostly misguided rumour about sex. Those who said they had done it were plumbed for information about what it was like … waves smashing onto the shore? The sound of a thousand angels singing? Being carried away into the drifting blue skies on wings of passion? Cr*pola … At least I wasn’t expecting fairy-tale delights.
Unashamedly I had (quite by accident, honestly) seen my sister, 3 years older than me, having it away with her resident boyfriend when she thought the house was empty. I had come home early cutting across the back gardens and had reached the open French windows when I heard panting and moaning and the springs on the sofa groaning. I peeked in behind the long curtains and had to hold my spontaneous giggle as I watched this white bum comically appear and then disappear over the top edge of the sofa (as it backs onto the windows). I ventured further into the room towards the rear of the sofa and slowly peeked around the end where my sister’s leg was hooked over the top. There was a mass of heaving and groping arms and legs. I can remember seeing long raking marks where her nails had dug tightly into his back. I stood silently and watched, my heart thumping as they moaned and groaned. He was thrusting between her legs as fast as he could go, pumping her almost without mercy. Without warning he came with a long guttural yell which brought me sufficiently to my senses to whizz back out into the garden. I ran to the back of the garden shed to the mattresses where we sunbathed, stuck my hand under my school skirt, between my legs and came almost at once with a shuddering orgasm. Jeez-Lousie!
Of course I did all the teenage things. Wore too much make-up, short skirts, padded bras (I needed extra!) and hung out at clubs. Went underage into pubs with my pals and joined in with their flirting, shamelessly flashing my long legs (and knickers) at the boys. However, as the school term closed that memorable year and I was due to go on a field-trip, I remained virginalis intacta so-to-speak. I had come close, if you forgive the pun, but bottled out of an illicit rendezvous with the original “Mr. Zit of 1996”, an altogether too cool and way too unwashed geeky boy I had met. Anyway, I think my parents were glad to be rid of me for the week. “At that difficult age”, they say. Well, I was. I knew it and I made everyone else know it too. Anyway, I packed a rucksack full of the essential items for a week’s stay in a youth hostel in the middle of nowhere … mini-skirts, my sister’s tight tops and sexy undies, make-up, condoms … ok you get the way my hormones were thinking!
In the end the long train journey was pretty much boring, even though I nipped into the loo and changed into a very short denim mini-skirt, my lacy knickers, wedge sandals and tight racer-back vest, dabbed on the make-up, splashed the perfume all over, daubed on the lippy and plastered on the mascara … don’t ask. I thought it was SO cool …
The light at the end of the tunnel was our geology master. One of only four male teachers at the school, he was by far the youngest and the dishiest (is that a word?) … anyway I would lay odds that more than one girl had undressed him in her fantasies. He threw my rucksack into the trailer and opened the door to the passenger side of the battered mini-bus. I gave him my million-watt smile, turned and slowly stretched a long leg up into the foot well, giving him the opportunity to take in my “rear view assets”.
When we had the full complement of four girls safely stowed, he took off into the hills of Cumbria, crashing the gears and swearing at sheep in the road. As the roads turned into tracks, I thought we were becoming lost, especially as he gave me an O.S. map to read … (Me? Read a map? I have more chance of screwing Elvis than being able to read a map). Anyway he kept on looking at the map spread over my lap. I also noted that he took quick glances down at my legs and I caught him giving my chest the once or twice over. I have only small breasts but have always had large, firm nipples. Handy if you want to get noticed I have found! We eventually arrived at what turned out to be a fairly decent-looking hostel, meeting up with our form mistress who had arrived earlier by car. She immediately took charge and it was painfully obvious that he was not going to enjoy this week one iota by the way she ordered him about, getting him to tote all the bags to what turned out to be our sleeping quarters.
So, cutting out a lot of the minutiae concerning our first few days in which we looked at dykes (no, not that sort of dyke … go look it up in a geology book!), extrusions, moraines, blah, blah, blah and during which I started to get a nice tan. The weather unbelievably was being exceptionally kind and so a few of us took advantage of splashing around in one of the lakes and generally flaunting about in skimpy bikinis to try to excite the few males around, the odd walker and also the seemingly mystified sheep population.
As you may imagine by midweek I was becoming extremely bored. I should explain that contrary to belief I was quite bright during my schooldays but became bored extremely quickly. Geology wasn’t my favourite subject but the teacher was certainly top of my list! Tall, dark, handsome with a lovely smile and a wicked laugh.
This day, we had split up into two groups of 2 with plans for one group to walk around one of the longest lakes whilst my group of 2 (+ “Sir”!!) were to climb to a small lake contained within the mountains. As the form mistress and the other two girls set off into the distance, we set off steadily climbing. We had only been walking for about 5 minutes when the other girl suddenly threw up … luckily not into the strong breeze. She had looked pale when we had woken and hadn’t had breakfast so I wasn’t overly surprised at her state, especially as I knew she and another girl had been illicitly knocking back cider into the early hours the previous night (I am not saying who the other girl was). So we wandered back and she was returned to bed under the care of the warden. When he returned, our geology teacher was looking hot flustered and indecisive so I once more gave him the MILLION WATT beaming smile, thrust out my booblets as best as I could and asked him if we could still go on as I was SOOOO keen on seeing this whatever it was and it would be SUCH a disappointment if we didn’t. I actually think that my nipples swayed his decision as he had initially said that we should catch up with the other group. One look at these puppies and he was ready to climb the Eiger. Certainly I could tell that his piton was at the ready!
As it was a hot day I was wearing a thin blouse and short blue skirt with white cotton bikini-style knickers; as always there was no need for a bra; short socks and clumping great big walking boots to add some sex appeal … Yeh right! We set off walking side by side aiming for a high ridge but as the track narrowed I went on ahead and, as we came to some difficult bits I had to bend to scramble using my hands to stop from slipping. I was left with no doubt that his whole attention was now firmly on the view of my tanned legs leading up to my white knickers, nicely framed under my skirt, especially as he had suddenly gone very quiet. We reached the ridge and over a small rise we discovered a small “hanging lake” surrounded by gigantic boulders. A time out, he said, well deserved. We stopped and lay on one of the granite slabs, the breeze flapping at my skirt. I quickly pulled off both boots and socks then retrieved my water bottle from the rucksack and took an overly long gulp of cold water. I coughed and it splashed down the front of my blouse. I screamed at the cold and he laughed and then smiled at me and then it just happened. He leaned across to me and kissed me … hard and long. I fought for air and then kissed him back, giving him the full works, so-to-speak. His hands easily parted the buttons on my blouse and cupped my small breasts. He bent his head and took each in turn into his mouth, sucking and kissing my hard nipples until I was moaning. He pulled away my blouse, kissing me more and more and I pulled his head onto my body and then to my face. Then his hands found my legs and he parted them by sliding one hand straight up between my legs, cupping my pussy and squeezing. I was so desperately excited that all I knew at that moment was that I wanted him. My knickers were soaked with my juices and he quickly pulled them away down my legs and tore them away from my feet. Then he stopped his kissing and looked at me. For an instant my heart missed a beat. Sod it. He wasn’t stopping now. It was my turn to be bold and I grabbed at the impressive bulge in the front of his shorts. He moaned and I knew he got the message! I guess I was too excited to be nervous. His hand was massaging my swollen pussy lips and
teasing my clit. I groaned and writhed, closing my eyes hard. When I opened them he had stripped off shorts and boxers to reveal a short but very thick cock pulsating violently with his rapid heartbeats. I pulled him onto me, spreading my legs wide and felt down for his cock. It wasn’t the first time I had masturbated a guy’s cock but this time it was certainly not going to end prematurely. He rolled over and took his wallet from his short’s pocket, eventually extricating a foil-wrapped condom. Thank God … I smiled, thinking that the ones I had packed were still in my handbag in the locker back at the hostel. He fumbled to open it and I (sluttishly I reckon!) took it from him and slid down his body until I was level with his cock. I looked up at him, still slowly pumping one hand up and down his erection, then took the end of his cock in my mouth and started to suck, still holding his wide-eyed gaze with my eyes. I still really wasn’t quite sure about all of the mechanics of oral sex but I did have enough sense to realise that a “blow job” did, in fact, mean quite the opposite. I rolled my tongue around the ridge under the bulging head of his cock and it responded by stiffening considerably. He moaned. I didn’t need any more signals. I quickly rolled the condom onto his cock and moved up his body, finally sitting astride him. I leaned over and kissed him, pushing my tongue deep inside his mouth, letting him have the taste of his cock from my mouth. I then deftly eased his cock between the dripping lips of my pussy and slowly pushed down until he was inside me. Well, if there was any pain, I didn’t feel it. Sure, I had sort of masturbated with objects, even tried using my sister’s dildo (which she hides along with her diary on top of the wardrobe … jeez!), but I had also read about when the hymen breaks, etc. None of that at all. I could feel him inside me … hard and erect. I started to slowly ride his cock but he grabbed me, pulled my mouth to his and began to thrust upwards into me, forcing my legs apart even more. Somehow we rolled over onto the grass and he began to pump into me harder and faster so that I could hardly catch my breath. I could feel an orgasm starting as he was hammering down hard onto my clit and at that point all I remember was screaming as I came, holding onto him tightly as I thrust violently up into him. The next thing I can recall was when his back arched and he suddenly came, thrusting rapidly and then slowing until he lay on top of me, panting. We kissed for a while and then he pulled out of me to sort out “disposal” of his cum-filled condom. I was surprised to see how much of his creamy fluid there was. (I still have this fantasy where he comes in gallons all over me … ). The one other fact that I remember from that day on a deserted mountain side where I lost my virginity is that I also lost my knickers. The wind had obviously blown them out of sight. So, if you were ever hill walking in ******* and came across a pair of small, white, cotton (pussy juice-soaked) knickers …
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