Where it happened: whore house
My first fuck was nothing spectacular. In fact, in wasn’t even very satisfying. But what the hell? I was a 17 year old kid. I was horny. And I was a virgin!
This was not something unique to me. Many of my friends were in the same shape. About 30 miles from the small town we lived in was an infamous whore house. The story was that you could get laid for five bucks!
One Saturday night might friend and I were lamenting the fact that we were 17, we had no dates, we were horney and we were very tired of being in that state. I’m not sure he was a virgin, but I sure as hell knew I was. (Guys didn’t always admit those things to each other.)
Anyway, it was kind of late and instead of getting some booze, we decided to get laid. We drove to the nearby town and found the place that was suppposed to be a whore house. There was NO red light on it, but we went up to the door anyway. We expained to the woman who came to the door that we were looking for some”action” (smooth talkers that we were), and she said we had come (pardon the pun) to the right place! We were ushered in to separate rooms and older woman about 40 dressed only in panties and a bra came in. She said, “what can I do for you big fella?”
How did she know, I wondered. She took for 5 bucks and immediately unzipped my pants and pulled out my prick. Surprisingly, it was NOT ready for action. I was very nervous, but she seemed more interested in inspecting it for germs than she was in trying to make me horny. She seem satisfied, however, and began to bring in around. After my prick began to rise to the occasion she dropped her panties, kept her bra on, and told me to drop my drawers, which is did. She lay down on the bed and as I was getting my first real look at PUSSY, she pulled me down on top of her, missionary style, on guided my nervous dick into her waiting slit. It looked down at her bra and asked if she would remove it. She did, but when I tried to touch her ample breasts, she said, “Oh no. You can look but not touch. This a fuck not a grope.” (Pretty romantic, huh?)
So I concentrated on the fuck. I guess since I was obviously inexperienced, she assumed it would take me all of 30 seconds to cum. Well, she was wrong. Being nervous probably added to my inability to cum immediately, but I began to enjoy myself and started pumping furiously. Still, no cum. She finally said, “Ain’t you ever gonna shoot your way?” I was about to, but that remark made me slow down a bit. I kept on that whore for a good 10 minutes until she said, “If you don’t hurry up and cum, I’ll have to charge you another 5 bucks!”
Well, I didn’t have 5 bucks, so I concentrated real “hard” if you know what I mean, and pretty soon I was shooting my wad in this old whore’s cunt!
“Finally?” she said. “You young studs shouldn’t drink before you come in here to get laid,” she said. Little did she know that I hadn’t had a drop of booze. All in all, it really wasn’t a very satisfying fuck — as I later found out when I had some basis to compare. But, hey! I was NO LONGER a virgin. I had lost my cherry and I felt good about that.
I found out on the way home that my buddie also had trouble cumming and never did shoot his wad. He attributed it to the fact that his whore was pretty ugly and he couldn’t concentrate on fucking. He should have put a bag over her head. This was in the days before AIDS, so the only thing we worried about was crabs, gorneria and sypphilis — but we were young. What the hell. It is not the way I would recommend to lose your cherry, epsecially these days. But even back then it was not a very good fuck!