claireity71
10-22-2006, 05:51 PM
I became sexually active when I was fairly young. Eleven when I discovered masturbation and thirteen when I finally had sex with a boy the first time. In between those years, I progressed through giving hand jobs, getting felt up, and getting finger fucked. My first real orgasm was self-induced when I was 13.
When I was 15, I had an experience that has stuck with me for twenty years. I had been dating a boy who everyone called Bucky. He was two years older than me and we were very active. I lived alone with my mom then; my father had been killed in Vietnam, three months after I was born. Mom had tried to remarry a couple of times, but it hadn’t worked out for her, a lot like me, I suppose, but, that’s another story. I’d been a latch key kid most of my life, so I spent my after school time at home alone most days, but not while I was dating Bucky.
My mother was aware of how sexual I was because she’d caught me masturbating countless times. Out of fear of becoming a grandmother while she was in her thirties, she put me on the pill. Being the mid-eighties and AIDS on the rise, she wrestled with doing it. Without the pill, I’d be forced to use condoms all the time and that could prevent any possible STD’s. None the less, the pill won out and I’d been on it maybe four months by the time I met Bucky.
The birth control story is relevant because it ties in with my experience. Bucky and I had never once used condoms, both of us preferring his cum flooding into my pussy. Even after he’d leave, and I was sitting at home watching TV or doing homework or having dinner with Mom, I could feel his cum oozing, dribbling into my panties, if I happened to be wearing any. I loved it because I felt like it meant he loved me. Looking back, I was so naïve.
It was a Monday afternoon when he and I were in my bedroom, going at it on my bed. We started out in the kitchen. Both of us were horny that day, but Bucky was more than me. While I was getting us some pop, he stepped behind me, began kissing me on the neck, and shoved his hand down the back of my shorts. I thrust my ass outward so he’ have better access.
His fingers found my hole, already wet from thinking about his cock all day, and slid right it. While he fingered me, I pulled and pushed my shorts to my knees. With his fingers inside me, I rubbed my clit. Together, we brought me to my first orgasm of the afternoon while standing at the kitchen counter. I was panting like a dog, swallowing a lump in my throat, my bra unhooked under a twisted t-shirt and my shorts around my knees. I knew I looked like a slut; I felt like a slut. And, I liked it.
A half-hour later I was lying on my bed, my legs spread, and Bucky buried balls deep inside me. We were both sweating and fucking wildly. He pounded my pussy like he’d never done before. The feeling of him slamming so deep into me, so many times had sent me over the edge more than a few times. I was so wet and juicy, making sloppy slurping sounds because I’d cum so much. When he was on the verge of coming, he propped himself up, pulled out of me, and let go. An enormously thick white gob erupted from the tip of his cock and left a trail from my belly button to my right nipple. Two more landed on my tummy and a final surge made it up nearly to my left shoulder.
I was stunned, literally freaked out.
“What the fuck was that,” I screamed.
I’d seen cum plenty of times, but usually it had been drooling down my hand after giving a hand job. Never had I imagined it landing on my body like that. I think things were a little less than they are for kids now. When I was in high school, blowjobs were a big deal. It wasn’t something we did right off. The girls I knew who’d done that would only do it after dating a boy for quite a while. I gave my first one when I was 16, almost 17. None of us had done anything anally back then, we never even thought about getting together with another girl, and we didn’t let boys cum on our tits.
When I was 15, I had an experience that has stuck with me for twenty years. I had been dating a boy who everyone called Bucky. He was two years older than me and we were very active. I lived alone with my mom then; my father had been killed in Vietnam, three months after I was born. Mom had tried to remarry a couple of times, but it hadn’t worked out for her, a lot like me, I suppose, but, that’s another story. I’d been a latch key kid most of my life, so I spent my after school time at home alone most days, but not while I was dating Bucky.
My mother was aware of how sexual I was because she’d caught me masturbating countless times. Out of fear of becoming a grandmother while she was in her thirties, she put me on the pill. Being the mid-eighties and AIDS on the rise, she wrestled with doing it. Without the pill, I’d be forced to use condoms all the time and that could prevent any possible STD’s. None the less, the pill won out and I’d been on it maybe four months by the time I met Bucky.
The birth control story is relevant because it ties in with my experience. Bucky and I had never once used condoms, both of us preferring his cum flooding into my pussy. Even after he’d leave, and I was sitting at home watching TV or doing homework or having dinner with Mom, I could feel his cum oozing, dribbling into my panties, if I happened to be wearing any. I loved it because I felt like it meant he loved me. Looking back, I was so naïve.
It was a Monday afternoon when he and I were in my bedroom, going at it on my bed. We started out in the kitchen. Both of us were horny that day, but Bucky was more than me. While I was getting us some pop, he stepped behind me, began kissing me on the neck, and shoved his hand down the back of my shorts. I thrust my ass outward so he’ have better access.
His fingers found my hole, already wet from thinking about his cock all day, and slid right it. While he fingered me, I pulled and pushed my shorts to my knees. With his fingers inside me, I rubbed my clit. Together, we brought me to my first orgasm of the afternoon while standing at the kitchen counter. I was panting like a dog, swallowing a lump in my throat, my bra unhooked under a twisted t-shirt and my shorts around my knees. I knew I looked like a slut; I felt like a slut. And, I liked it.
A half-hour later I was lying on my bed, my legs spread, and Bucky buried balls deep inside me. We were both sweating and fucking wildly. He pounded my pussy like he’d never done before. The feeling of him slamming so deep into me, so many times had sent me over the edge more than a few times. I was so wet and juicy, making sloppy slurping sounds because I’d cum so much. When he was on the verge of coming, he propped himself up, pulled out of me, and let go. An enormously thick white gob erupted from the tip of his cock and left a trail from my belly button to my right nipple. Two more landed on my tummy and a final surge made it up nearly to my left shoulder.
I was stunned, literally freaked out.
“What the fuck was that,” I screamed.
I’d seen cum plenty of times, but usually it had been drooling down my hand after giving a hand job. Never had I imagined it landing on my body like that. I think things were a little less than they are for kids now. When I was in high school, blowjobs were a big deal. It wasn’t something we did right off. The girls I knew who’d done that would only do it after dating a boy for quite a while. I gave my first one when I was 16, almost 17. None of us had done anything anally back then, we never even thought about getting together with another girl, and we didn’t let boys cum on our tits.