Where it happened: Michigan
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
Well, my first time was different than most. To get right to the point,
I was 16 and desperately seeking someone, willing or not. Some background:
When I was 4, my mother and older brother were killed in a car accident,
leaving me to be raised by my father. No problems there, he’s a great dad.
Around the time I turned 14, we bought an old farm house outside of Grand Rapids.
It was a great summer place, though there wasn’t much to do and no other
kids near my age.
After living there for one summer, my father had better luck finding
friends abd began dating a woman named Lisa. She was nice and all but
it basically pissed me off that he was dating someone -yes, a childish
thing to think considering it had been 10 years since my mother -his
wife- died. And it also ticked me off that he was starting to spend more
time with her instead of me, leaving me all alone while they went off
having fun. They also had their share of “fun” at home. Maybe they
didn’t think I could hear it. Who knows. It got me rather horny. Why
should they have all the fun? Anyway, my two goals at that point were
getting a driver’s license and getting laid, not neccessarily in that order.
One weekend left me feeling particularly horny and ticked. Lisa normally
would have stayed over but got called in to work the night shift. It was a
very warm night and I couldn’t sleep. So I did the next best thing: read one
of those romance novels and managed to get myself very well worked up and
totally frustrated. Desperate, I made what was probably the dumbest decision
of my life: I got up and snuck into my father’s bedroom.
He slept nude on warm nights. Lisa told me. Anyway, he was
a heavy sleeper, so I didn’t really have to worry too much. Sure enough,
he was nude. I couldn’t see him in the dark, but I could feel, and
shamelessly reached for his dick. First time I’d ever felt one, of course.
It was warm and soft and I began just holding it, while stroking myself
with the other hand. I was shaking like a leaf. Even so, I bent and took
him in my mouth. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I began gently sucking and
pulling on him. The taste was fine, just a bit salty. Somehow it felt
very erotic to have a dick in my mouth. He got a harder and harder
even though he was still asleep. Finally, I quietly got up on the bed with
him, made up my mind, and got on top of him. It took a bit of work but I
managed to get his dick to press against my pussy lips.
After a bit of rubbing, all sanity left me and I slowly dropped down on him.
The feelings were incredibly intense. My hymen popped rather gently,
probaly because he wasn’t fully erect. Once he was in, I just relaxed
and sat there getting used to it. Then I began rubbing against him
and stroking up and down, which must have gotten his attention somehow because
he began getting bigger and much harder.
I knew he was wide awake when his dick suddenly pushed itself deep inside
and his hands went to my breasts. It was all I could do to keep from
gasping constantly. He kept making “shhhhhh! Lisa!” noises. Then he
hugged me to him and rolled us over, then shoved deep inside again.
That was about all it took to send me over the edge. Wooooo! Words
cannot do justice. Now I knew what heaven is like.
He picked up on my climax and had one of his own, grunting away while he
pumped himself into me, then fell upon me and began do all manner of
things to my breasts and nipples. I was still floating on a cloud.
Miles away.
He whispered to me “That’s an incredible way to wake someone up, Lisa.”
while thrusting into me again for emphasis. I started giggling and
finally spoke “If you say so.”
I felt him tense up instantly as he realized just who’s voice he’d
just heard. Then he turned on the beside lamp. He was totally
shocked and stammered for a few seconds before pulling out of me.
He looked down at me lying before him, our sweaty bodies, and
began saying “But I thought you were Lisa, I am so sorry! Omigod!”
I just laughed and told him that was my plan.
He got very angry and slapped me, then he began crying. I felt really
bad after seeing that and ran back to my bedroom. I heard his door slam.
Even so, I could hear him cursing the air blue.
That was a three years ago and he’s still not talking to me. I keep
telling him it wasn’t his fault but, it’s not helping. Smart me. Not!
Kids: don’t try this one in your home. 🙁
Bethany K.
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