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My first real sexual experience took place when I was 15 years old and on holiday with my parents at a holiday camp in Suffolk. I had won the beauty pagent earlier in the week, I think mainly because another family we had become friendly with were on the judges panel. As a result on the last night of the holiday, I was required to help give out the various prizes that had been won by other holidaymakers that week.
During the course of the week I had become friendly with the entertainment rep who had compared the beauty pagent and on that Friday night he was giving out the prizes. During the course of that evening I had several whiskies ( a drink I have never touched since ) and not being much of a drinker then, I was quite tipsy.
At the end of the evening he asked if he could walk me back to my chalet. I was delighted as I thought I had made a real catch as he was about 19 or so and most of the other girls had been making sure he knew they fancied him. As we walked towards my chalet we stopped and began to kiss and he then lead me to what was the groundsman’s hut. Once inside we continued to kiss but now his hands we all over me, feeling my small breasts before diving down to my crotch. Before I fully realised what was really happening he had his hands inside my panties and was pulling them down.
He then proceeded to lay me on what looked like a workbench before sliding a finger into me, something that had never happened before and then very soon after that he started to lick and kiss my pussy again something that had never happened before.
I experienced my first orgasm with someone else as he continued to lick my pussy. The whole experience was surreal, firstly I think someone else was lurking in the shadows further into the hut and as I began to fully realise what was going on and what he was probably expecting next, I heard my father’s voice calling me. Hastily I sorted myself out and went outside just before my father arrived and took me back to our chalet.
The following year I went on holiday with my best friend and her family to huge holiday camp in North Wales. whilst there we became friends with some boys about a year or so older than us from just outside of Manchester. we socialised with them for the week and one of the boys, Chris, I quite fancied. again the last night of the holiday loomed.
At the end of the last evening, Chris asked to walk me back to my chalet. As we approached the chalet we stopped and began kissing and moved to a bench not far away. there we continued to kiss and before long his hands began to raom. He pushed the crotch of my panties to one side and began to probe my pussy with his finger before suddenly unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. Apart from the odd occassion I had seen my younger brothers in the bath years earlier I had never seen a penis before and certainly one that was hard. He took my hand and asked me to hold it, which I did and then I wanked him off.
What seemed only a very short while he began to squirm and thaen he came allover my hand with some of his sperm splashing onto my skirt. Luckily I had a tissue and after cleaning ourselves up we kissed and I went back to my chalet alone.
That first holiday experience took place in the summer of 1975 with the last one in 1976. At the end of that same summer, I met a boy, who changed my life and we are still married to this day. he was not like any of the boys I had ever met before and he swept me off my feet, i fell head over heels in love.
We had been dating for nearly two months and he had not made any move on me at all, not that I was particularly worried but I did begin to wonder. I later found out that he was frightened of offending me and so blowing it with me, hence his delay.
This particular Friday evening we went to see a band and he as always saw me home and came in for a coffee. we sat there chatting and by this time everyone else had gone to bed. He said that he would have to make a move home shortly and we began to kiss and his hand cupped my breast. I moved my body against his letting him know that I was happy for him to continue. Well continue he did. Before long he had unclipped my bra and was suckling my titties, his hand then moved to my crotch where after delicately sliding off my panties he fingered my pussy. he then slid between my legs and kissed, nibbled and licked my pussy until I had cum several times. then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard, glistening cock.
I grabed hold of it and feverishly tugged on it, thinking I knew exactly what to do. Although he said that was OK it was a bit rough and that if I carried on like that he wasn’t going to last long. He then asked me if he could make love to me and I nodded.
I laid on the lounge floor, with S kneeling between my open legs. It was then I told him I was a virgin. He was very gentle and very caring. He slowly eased his cock into me until he was about half way in and stopped to make sure I was OK. Oh I was although it was uncomfortable more than painful. Before long he had slid the whole length of his cock into me and then slowly began to gently rock back and forth, nothing vigarous but I certainly knew that I had popped my cherry.
He sensed I was uncomfortable and so withdraw, it was then that we noticed the slight trace of blood on the shaft of his cock and I began to cry, I wasn’t a virgin anymore and I had lost it to a man I loved.
Since then we have had an active and very varied sex life with all of the rest of the firsts, going to S. his was the first cock I sucked, let come in my mouth etc. etc.
I hope you enjoyed my recollections, this are 100% true and genuine memories from over thirty years ago.

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