Where it happened: Woods
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
“Where are you headed?”
“Nowhere, really.” I lied. I was headed to my friend Rebecca’s when he had stopped his old pickup truck at the bus shelter and had offered to give my a ride. I could hardly believe it! He was the cutest guy by far of any in our town and though he was much older than me I envied every girl I ever saw him with!
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Seventeen.” I lied. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I had only had my fourteenth birthday just last month.
It was Sunday afternoon, usually the most boring day of the week. I had phoned my friend Rebecca and she’d said I should come over. I’d gotten dressed, and put on lots of makeup, then snuck outside so my mother wouldn’t see that I was wearing any. My family are anglo’s (part white and part Indian), and because of the way in which they were raised they are really really strict about that sort of thing. My bra was off already, all squished inside my purse, and my mid sized breasts just fluttered there, sufficient in their size to wiggle when I moved around. My jeans and shirt were hidden in some bushes behind the bus shelter. My parents would have died if they’d have known of the skimpy shorts and tiny halter top I wore.
He started talking really nice to me, and said he’d seen me round but hadn’t really noticed me before. “You look gorgeous,” he was saying, and then I noticed he was looking in my top. I realized then that in the flurry of getting changed behind the shelter that I’d forgotten to do up all the buttons. No doubt he could see my breasts, the whole of one or both of them exposed from where he sat.
I quickly moved to button it, but then he put his hand across and said, “Hey, I like it! Don’t do them up, unless you really want to.”
He was thinking I had left it open on purpose, and so I left it there for him to look just now and then as we were driving.
“You want a milkshake?” he asked.
“Sure.”
We headed across town to the A&W. He was asking questions, all sorts of them. To half of them I lied. To the other half I didn’t. The problem was the answers which I gave were kind of making me look like I was ‘experienced’ so far as guys were concerned.
Rebecca would be waiting for me. We’d go out walking down main street, having all the guys come by and toot their horns. I wondered what I should do. There was no way I was giving up being with Brad though, and when I thought of getting out and using a phone booth to call her I decided not to, in case he might drive off. I smiled, when I thought of what she’d say when she found out I’d been with him. I wondered if he’d kiss me, or even try to feel me up.
He asked if I had ever been up to the lookout? I said I had, but did not tell him that the one time that I had was one day with my parents when we’d first arrived here. Half the girls at school it seemed had been up there already, and would sneak up there at nights when their parents thought that they were at a movie. Several of them bragged, and said that they’d had sex up there, and Mary Robertson (the school slut), the one who made notches in her purse strap each time she fucked a different penis, laid claim to getting fucked up there a dozen times already.
He suggested that we take a drive up there. We did, and were the only ones that time of day to be up there. We walked, and then he took my hand, and led me down a narrow track some distance from the track.
We sat, and then he put his arm around me. We kissed, his hand inside my halter top and playing with the nipples. I knew I was love with him the moment that we kissed, and thought he felt the same as his hand went in my panties.
He remarked about the hair, how much of it I had, the tiny bulge between my legs all covered up with long black hairy fluff. He asked me if I braided it, so long he thought it was and then he slid my shorts right off then followed by my panties. I lay there as he played with it, and knew the way he kissed it that he really was intrigued!
He stopped, then took his pants off, and then I saw the naked penis. I marvelled at the size of it, how long and hard it was, and watched him as he mounted me and kneeled between my thighs. His penis was suspended right up above my crotch, and I felt it as it touched the hair and spread apart the lips. I felt it slipping further, then find the little hole, and wondered if he’d notice that the hymen was still there?
He pushed it, then he pushed again and could not get it in. He stopped and then he kissed me, then asked if I was scared? I said I was a virgin. He told me that he knew it when his finger went inside. He asked me if I wanted to? I told him that I did. He told me to relax for him, and then as he was kissing me he pushed the thing right in!
We fucked, it seemed forever, before I felt him cum; and then as he was filling me I wondered what would happen if the seed had got me pregnant?
My parents were distraught. My mother cried for days. He told the judge I’d said that I was seventeen. His parents were real wealthy, and statutory rape was not a thing they wanted. I was already six months pregnant, and everyone could see it, and then there was a moment where the judge just looked at me. He asked me if I’d marry Brad, if that was what Brad wanted. I said I would most definitely, and then he turned to Brad. He nodded and he said he would, and looked at me and smiled. The judge then asked our parents and all of them agreed, and in view of what had happened he decided that the legal age for us should then be waived.
We married two days later, and we’ve fucked each other crazy almost every night since then. The twenty years have flown by, and every time I look at him I thank my lucky stars above that I was at the bus stop on the day that he drove by. Every now and then he even braids the hair, and while he does I suck the part that gives to me it’s pleasure. We have ourselves six children, with another on the way, and we have the sweetest marriage that anyone could have.
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