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My First Time Nealy Ruined My Life

Age when it happend: 13
Where it happened: London, England
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight

I had just turned 13 and was feeling realy horny, but I was realy embarassed about it. I wanted to have sex with girls, but didn’t know how. I knew one girl on the block. Her name was Betty and she was 12 years old, with red hair and teeth that could have used a good orthodontist. But I didn’t care. I always liked to see her whenever she and her parents came over for tea.
Now this is England, not the US. They do thinks just a little bit differently than in the US. Children are expected to sit at the table quietly and say not a word, but I was realy bored. I told Betty about my comic collection and she asked to see it. My parents excused us from the table and upstairs we went.
Betty knew a lot about comics. Her older sister collected them too. While she was looking at my X Men collection I called her over too the bookcase. Hidden in an old folder was my most treasured comic. It was a porno comic that had a story about people having an orgy. This comic was sent to me by mistake with some old comics I’d ordered. She seemed to like it as much as I did. We talked about the comic. Then she asked me if I’d ever been to an orgy.
I told her no, but I saw a movie called The Name Of The Rose and it had a sexy scen in it. I asked her if she’d ever had sex with a boy. She said she wanted too, but wasn’t sure who to have it with. We talked about it for a while, and decided to do it.
I closed the door and we took our clothes off. I was wearing a navy blue suit and tie, and she was dressed in a white skirt, white socks, and white shoes. Typical Brittish kids clothes for upper class girls her age.
We lay on my bed and I licked her vagina and we kissed. Then I climbed on top and positioned myself between her legs, getting ready to enter. Unfortunately i didn’t know that durring the first fuck a piece of skin in the vagina can break, and it might be awfully painfull(to say the least). I slowly pshed my hard penis into her vagina. She said it felt funny, but told me to go ahead. I shtuck my penis into her vagina and to my surprise, she fliched!
Whats wrong? I asked. It hurts, she said. I pulled my penis out. We sat there for a few minutes while she rubbed her vagina, moaning constantly.
Put your hand there, she said. I placed my hand on the two lips of her vagina and she rubbed it with my hand. “It’s feels lovely, she said, as some slimy stuff, as well as a little blood came out onto my fingers. Lets start again she said.
This time she said it didn’t hurt. She held tight to my back as I slid my dick in and out. She moaned, telling me over and over again how good it was. I could feel the inside of her vagina rippling against my dick, and her tiny nipples were standing straight up. Her whole body clenched as she came, and she dug her nails into my back. I kept sticking it in and out until my dig started to spasm. I didn’t know what the hell was happening. I felt like I was going to pee, but something better. Then a wave of undescribable feeling over came me as I orgasmed. Yes, I screamed, oh yeah, ahhh,ahhhhh, ahhhhha, ahh , uh.
I rolled off her chest and we heald each other, naked and sweaty, my sheets stained with blood. Suddnly a booming voice came up the stairs “What are you kids doing. Are You okay? I hollered down that we were looking at my joke book and my mother smiled. Okay she said.We got dressed and went back downstairs to the table.
Later my father asked me why we both were smiling after we came back down. I told him we had fun and he told me I was going to be a real ladies man some day. What did he know
One month later the trouble started. I was talking to Betty on the phone and she said she was sick. Her mother was taking her to the doctor. It was probably just a stomache virus or something. Later the next day my father called me down stairs. He sounded upset so I figured they were going to yell at me for something. I was a big sissy then and didn’t look forward to a reprimand. My father told me to sit down. He didn’t look angry, but kind of puzzled. They told me that Betty’s mother had called them up. Apparently Betty was pregnant and she said I was the only one she had ever been with. They were sure she was lying, and wanted to tell me so I shouldn’t be embarassed. they asked me if I slept with her and I said no. Then my father said “No, you did” I looked at them, unable to speak. B-b-but I.. My mother cut me off. “you did” said my mom. We know what happened. The cleaning lady found blood on your sheets. She showed them too me. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to embarasse you. Betty’s mother said it was that night they came over. It must have been while you were alone upstairs.
I hung my head low. Yes, I said. We had sex that afternoon. I didnt know this would happen. Im sorry…Again she cut me off. “Nows too late for you too be sorry, she said. Have you any idea what you’ve done? I cant believe you would do somethinjg like this. In our house! How could you.
B-b-but now, I mumbled, what are they going to do after the kid’s born. “What do you think, she said. They’re taking her to have an abortion next week. She’s too young to have children. And so are you. Your 13 years old. Besides, you can’t even take care of yourself. Daddy and I have to do everything for you.
i’m going to call her, I said as I headed for the kitchen. “Don’t you dare” shouted my father. they don’t want her to have anything to do with you, and we promised them you wouldn’t speak to her. Don’t you dare let me catch you talking to her ever. Understand!
Although I spotted her a few times after that, we couldn’t talk to each other. She went to a different school, and her parents probably wouldn’t let her leave the house. Six months later my family moved away. Although I’m sure a few people in the neighborhood new about what happened, nobody realy seemed to have learned of the situation.
mY LIFE BASICALLY ENDED THAT DAY. mY PARENTS KEPT ME ON A TIGHT LEASH FROM THEN UNTIL i WENT TO COLLEGE. my life still seemed empty after I’d moved away. I hadn’t reaaly had any friends for years. My parents tried hard to keeep me away from other kids. I guess they didn’t know how to deal with me after this except to keep me a virtual prisoner.
Durring an excursion to London in my second year at college I went to the old neighborhood. I saw a man I’d known years before and asked about Betty. He said she was living in Israel. She’d gotten married and moved. I dropped by my friend Roy who I’d kept in touch with. He said he’d been to Israel in the past year. I asked him if he’d seen Betty there. He said he hadn’t seen her since she moved. Roy’s mother, who was eating with us, said she now had a child living with her and her husband. How nice , I said. Yes it is said his mother. I think it’s her husband’s child, though. Looks to be maybe seven years old.
My ears percked up. Could it be possible, I thought. No, it couldn’t. Shed had an abor…Waitaminute. What if she didn’t. No, I thought. It’s rediculous. But… maybe. We went outside to his front yard. The guy she married, I asked, what’s his name. Roy gave me the guys name. he knew that the guy’s family lived in the West end of the city.
I found the number I wanted and made my call. Introducing myself, I asked to speak to Mr. Hilton. I said I was an old friend of his and i was going to Israel. Was there anything his son needed from the UK? How thoughtfull of you said Mr. Hilton. My boy does love cigars. He’d love it if you brought him those. What about Mrs. Hilton ? Bring her some chocolates or something, he said. Then I paused. What about your grandson, I asked. Excuse me? said Mr. Hilton. Their son. What should I bring him. “Oh, you mean Willy? you can Bring him some chocolates too. you know children just adore chocolates.” Oh one other thing I asked. is this the child from his previous marriage? Are you daft? said Mr. Hilton. My son doesn’t have a previous marriage. that boy is his wife’s. And who did you say you were? I don’t recall my son ever mentioning you! I hung up on him.
I graduated early so I could start work. I’ve located Betty and her husband, but I haven’t gone too see them yet. I did some hunting and found that this is my boy, although I don’t know what even looks like. I’m saving so I can afford the airfare to Israel. I’m going to go see him, someday. But until then, stay well Willy.

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