Where it happened: The kitchen
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
Well,as you all can very well guess, in the year of 1952 ppl were
much less open about sexual experiences and about exploring with the
opposite sex. I was a good girl, but very curious, and I had my first
boyfriend when I was 17, not being allowed to date until I was 16. My
parents were strict Methodist’s and I was very devoted to my church too.
Well, my boyfriend was somewhat of the quiet but mischiveous types. You know
the saying “Still Waters Run Deep.” Well that’s an accurate description
of Aaron. He had a messed up background for back then, nothing compared
to the families nowdays though. Well Aaron was very interested in sexual
things, and I never having had a boyfriend before thought this was normal.
So I obliged to his ideas and wishes, but we never had sex, we had been going
out for 6 months when he started pushing me farther, and getting wilder in
his ideas. Well one day we went to his house after school because his
parents were never home anyway, workaholics I guess. He was an only child
and a little on the spoiled side. Well Aaron was wanting something to eat
so I went in the kitchen to make something up. He followed me in and slowly
started to unbutton my blouse from behind me. We had done much of this before
so it wasn’t that new to me. Well by this time I had obviously forgotten
cooking. I turned around to face him and help him with my bra, which were mad much
more complicated then. Then we went to pants and underwear, and we were both completley
naked. He had me backed against the island in their kitchen which was
kind of a radical design for back then. He pushed me up on top of it, and
climbed on top of me, he asked me if I was ready, and I said as ready as ever I guess.
It hurt badly as he entered me, but soon the pain passed. I’m sorry to say it wasn’t as
great as it’s made out to be. It was his first time too, so he quickly finished and
I never orgasmed. I wasn’t happy with this so he said he had and idea for another way to
please me. I laid there and waited as he got something out of one of the other drawers.
He took the handle of potato masher, then made of wood, and used it as a fake penis I suppose.
Whatever they call them nowdays. It was rough at first but he kissed me
and really got into it. He was going to hard though and I cried out in what he must
of thought was joy, and went harder. I screamed and he slowed down. We quit then and I
took the potato masher home with me. I have learned since then that he was very creative
and had very good ideas, we used many other crazy things. But those were some of the best
sexual experiences of my life. Cheese graters, potato mashers, wooden spoons, ect.
Be creative. I still have my potato masher and gave it to my grandson though he doesn’t
know what it’s for yet…i’m sure he’ll learn.
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