Where it happened: Friends little sisters bed. (Little sister not included)
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Well all throughout highschool I never really acted like a typical teenage guy in the sense that I was lacking in the impulse to try and hump anything that had a pulse and a wet spot. Most of my school life was just a domestic violence laced joke and a series of classroom debauchery antics that landed me in trouble enough times to add another paperclip to my file to keep it closed. This however had no disparaging effect on me whatsoever. I was a dickhead and that was cool with me. I wasnt as afraid of emotional commitment on the female homefront, more so the scores of ravenous soul consuming whores that I had heard about from adult peers that instantly . I was poor and ill equipped to deal with legal dispute, I feared women. However with the coming of adulthood, and the submission to numerous peer pressures I found that my fear of losing everything that I had was replaced by the wondrous destroyer of inhibition. Booze. Thusly I was able to get my fuck on with no restriction on the drunken charm. Actually the night this all happened I had recently departed company of a girl I had begun to debate on throwing the L word at. Turns out she was one of those soul consumers mentioned earlier. Who woulda guessed. I was a wussy so at this point I still had not kissed a female. Thats right, 18 years old and I had yet to kiss anyone. Keeping in mind that I am not 300 pounds overweight and opt for loud as mouth breathing over thought instilling conversation while able to do a pullup an sustain an erection, I considered a bit of an oddity in my severe amount of inexperience. Choicable as it was I thought I’d get overcome by some sort of… Teenage will to fuck? When my friend showed up with a couple girls who were already on the route to shitfaced I figured I was just going to get inebriated and make somebody cry. I still opted to join the festivities and decided to hop into the back seat of his car with the other girl and an additional friend that was at my house. Once there I proceeded to open a bottle of alcohol I had discovered and pour its contents into my head. Everyone else thought this was a wonderful idea and continued drinking as we rocketed down the road to his house while seeing if we could swerve between all the yellow dotted lines. A promising night indeed. Once we hit destination more bottles came open and everybody was reasonably shitfaced when flirtatious comments started coming from the girl I’d ridden in the back of the car with. I had met her once before. I was drunk and ended up dancing in a fire. We didnt converse as I was quite busy trying to stomp my own feet out. This night however I was full of drunken courage and a pretty strong impulse to prove to my previous romantic affiliation that I could have sex with random people too. Probably under a thousand a night, which left me well under her ability i’m sure but I wasnt born a succubus either so I maintain that as a factor. I initiated conversation with the girl who had obviously deemed me as the finest breeder in the room considering that her friend was dry humping on the couch with my friend, and my other friend was passed out on the floor next to the television. Coupled with my rugged good looks and moderately high level of consciousness I was by default, suddenly irresitable. We started making out. I was apparently good at it. we did this for awhile, I became bored. I thought about things that I was going to do the next day. My friend interrupted his dry humping session to inform the girl who was eating my tongue that I was a virgin and there was no chance in hell that I would do anything with her, ending with his own final note of “Trust me, we’ve tried” Citing the numerous times he tried hooking me up with sluts. Empowered by a newfound desire to prove my friend wrong I whisked her off to the friends spare bedroom. His little sisters bedroom. There was paisly wallpaper and pink shit everywhere. As good a place as any I thought to myself while pulling off my belt. We more or less fell onto the bed where we kissed and necked while I swatted at parts of her clothing until they inevitably came off. I noticed she had boobs. I played with them. That was fun. She had decided at this point that we should take it slow, in light of the fact that I had “never done anything like this before” as a result of my friends warning. This enraged me, as I was full of booze and semen. I played with her boobs more persistently. Eventually she succumbed to my fondles and we became completely naked. I slipped on a trusty durex brand cocksock and zipped into her with no compunction on her behalf. Once I was balls deep in vagina I realized that I was doing the thing that everybody is talking about. Every talk show and every reality tv show is centered on. I am experiencing the epitome of the media franchise that is humping. And yes, these thoughts actually occurred to me. I began to feel very humble in my own personal submission already prosperous world of teenage sex statistics. During my own personal mental monologue she had become quite interested in the sex I was having with her. She was doing this by yelling things and making yelping noises. I was unsure at the time if this was positive or negative. I decided that regardless of her feeling in the matter, I was winning. I humped vigorously and angrily until her head start smacking against the wall as we migrated further up the bed. She was drunk enough not to care for quite awhile and I am apathetic enough to find that funny. Eventually she got sick of the slapping noises her head made up against the wall so we rolled over and she got on top. She then proceeded to attack my crotch repeatedly with her own and I mused at the bouncing motion of her rather large breasts, dancing above my head. This got a bit wild and she ended up falling off from my penis. I got back on top and decided with some measure of authority that “this shit was gettin done” Yelping was replaced by moans. Then in a moment of silence I heard from the room across from ours where my friend had gone with the other friend a similar set of yelps and moans. A contest! I informed my participant and she responded in kind. The house became a circus fest of stupid noises and I almost lost notice that her moans of satisfaction had stopped thanking the right name. In the wake of our fucking the previous “Oh mick…oh MICK” had been subtly replaced by “oh TONY!!” How could you, virginity sex girl! How could you forget my name! Afterall, Mick does not sound like tony. (Tony I later found out was her black boyfriend. ?!!) I began to protest in my head when I realized something else. I had forgotten her name. So there I was. Fucking away at some girl for the very first time. And I didnt even know who the hell she was. I was unsure of how to take this as I had just become, by my own definition something of a manwhore. Luckily I was still drunk and enjoyed some audible laughter during the sex. She didnt notice. It was at this point that I had decided I was something of a bad person and no longer much gave a shit so I may as well enjoy having sex with mystery girl while she pretended I was her boyfriend. The moderately hard fucking turned into as ridiculous as I could muster. We were sweating as our bodies moved together and she was babbling some shit that I didnt pay attention to. I leaned over for the final humping and in the midst of orgasm…brought my fist down on the little sisters alarm clock, sending it into the wall in an explosion of pink plastic. I removed myself from her and put my underwear back on. I went to the bathroom to investigate myself and dispose of the condom. FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! UnholyantimatternuclearmotherFUCK Those were my thoughts upon realizing half of my penis was covered in festive blue latex, and half of it was MY UNCOVERED PENIS. It broke. It broke?! Fucking fuck, It broke. I wasnt sober enough to handle this at the time so I jammed the condom into a beer can and left it on the counter and returned to bed where she had promptly fallen asleep. I laid back down and she awoke enough to turn over to me and put her head on my chest. Enter the thought “Gee, She might be pregnant now. I wonder what the fuck her name is.” I enjoyed a despair filled laugh and stayed awake for the rest of the night. Upon waking I told her what had happened and allowed myself moderate relief over terms like “birth control” and “Don’t worry about it.” Seemingly I had walked away from my first sexual encounter unscathed. My friend awoke at a similar time and expressed his surprise and approval in a series of grunts and back slapping aphorisms of approval. I got dropped off at home and spent a long time avoiding eye contact with the mirror. I saw her twice after that and both times were humorously awkward. I never met tony and to my knowledge she never had a white baby with a black daddy. Most people expect to go away from a supposedly enjoyable situation like first time sex with a more profound understanding of relationships and passion. My first experience…more or less sums up the pace for most of my brief romantic trists since then with a few exceptions. Being the drug addict, the stripper, and the cambodian mute. And Those were the good ones. Goddamn my life.
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