I have a question. The question is, which one of them was my ‘first time’? Let me begin by telling you that I was a competitive swimmer when I was young and when I was not swimming at the local pool my parents had me working out at the gymn. It kind of ruined my social life, because I had to be up every morning at 5.00am so as to be at the pool by 5.30 and then every day right after school I would go direct to the gymn and work out. I would leave the gymn, go home and shower, and then after supper I would do my homework and go to bed.
I had time for nothing else. The only friend I really had was a girl named Jenny Hawkins, a girl my age who also swam competitively and had the same kind of schedule I did.
At fourteen Jenny dropped out of swimming and moved away to Dallas for six months. It was all kind of hush hush at the time but Jenny had gotten pregnant and her parents had shipped her to her grandparents place for the duration of her term to keep it all quiet.
I knew about it before her parents did. She had been fucking one of the other swimmers, an eighteen year old senior from the local high school who had seduced her about a year before when our team represented the State at the National Finals in San Diego.
She used to tell me about it at first, like it was a novelty or something, and she would describe everything in detail. She was only thirteen the first time that he fucked her, and was still really just a kid. She was tiny, at least in height, and stood about 4′ 10″, and it seemed hard for me to vision that she was old enough to be having sex, and enjoying it!
On the other hand, Bruce, the guy she was fucking was quite tall and somewhat muscular and stocky. The thought of the two of them together intrigued me, and as I would think about the things Jenny would tell me I found myself getting aroused sexually – for the first time in my life.
Finally, on one occassion when we were competing out of state in Oklohama City I was able to witness the act. Jenny and I had been put into the same room at the hostel where we were at, and in the middle of the night, when they supposed I was asleep I heard Jenny get out of bed and unlock the door and let Bruce into our room. Though it was night it was a full moon outside and the curtains in the room were thin enough to let much of the light in and it was clear enough to see them. I watched, my eyelids squinting as he removed his clothes, and then as he was naked, and I actully saw his penis, the first stiff penis that I had seen as he climbed into the bed with her and pulled the covers over them. They played around for less than a minute, and then it became obvious as he put the penis in and began to fuck her. They were trying to keep quiet. She was telling him to go easy, not to wake me up, but the bed was creaking steadily and by the end of it both of them were moaning like it didn’t matter any more and then Jenny gasped a couple of times and a moment later it was over. It was the first time I had ever witnessed anybody having sex, and I questioned in my mind how it might have been if it were me. Bruce was really quite handsome and I was jealous in a way, and wished that it were me he’d gotten into the bed with. Was I less attractive than Jenny? Perhaps if Jenny had stayed home this trip, would Bruce, if he were given the opportunity, do it with me?
They got out of bed, his cock now limp as Jenny held her hand over her crotch to stop his stuff from getting all over the floor. She let him out, and then went into the shower and I could hear the shower running as she cleaned herself. They had never even used a condom! I mastrubated
and then before Jenny had finished her shower I was asleep.
She talked the next morning as though nothing had happened, however the event was a turning point in my life, and suddenly I was more attracted to guys than I had ever been before!
The problem was, that because of my schedule at home, I was not into the social scene at school; and it took another three months before an ‘opportunity’ came my way.
His name was Billy. Billy and I were assigned by Mrs Williams, our Social Studies teacher, to do an outlay of the town with all of the buildings shown in the down town area. It was a small town, so it wasn’t too big a job. The names were drawn from a hat. It was Billy’s luck – or mine I suppose that his name and mine were drawn together. We would need to spend several hours on the assignment. It would count toward 50% of our final grade!
Each night, for homework, Billy would come to my house right after supper and we would work on the thing until it was time for me to go to bed. We became good friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend type of friends, but just good friends. We had a lot of fun together doing the project and we started to talk freely about all sorts of things.
It was Saint Patrick’s day, a Thursday, and my parents were both at work. Billy and I attended a Catholic school and so we had the day off. We arranged that he come over at ten that morning.
First we started on the project, and then we talked about all sorts of things before finally the subject turned to sex. Before long he had his arm around me, kind of nervously, and then I kissed him – a deep throat kiss. It aroused him, and he started to rub my leg, and then began to move his hand slowly upward along my thigh. I was wearing jeans, so it wasn’t too exciting, though it was a bit as he began to get closer to the area of my crotch.
Suddenly I got up, and asked him if he wanted a coke. In the process of getting the coke I changed my clothes and put on a dress, and then I came back in and sat beside him the way we were before. We finished the pop, and then his arm was around me again, and then a little while later his other hand was caressing my ‘naked’ thigh. I kissed him, rather passionately, and his hand slipped further and was brushing against the nylon panties.
I stopped him, then put my hands beneath the dress and slid them off me, and then began to kiss him again. Immediately his hand was there, playing with my crotch, and then his finger slipped inside of me as I was playing with the mound of flesh inside his jeans.
Suddenly we were taking off our clothes, and then I watched him as he mounted me, as Bruce had done with Jenny. I could feel it, pushing against me as he was trying to get it in. Then I felt it! The length of it had gone right in, and I could feel his balls press up against my buttocks! He stayed there, not moving it, and then to my total amazement he took it out! I looked at him, but he was focused on the penis, then suddenly the thing was shooting and squirting its stuff all in his hand and he was headed to the bathroom!
We tried to talk about it, but Billy was embarassed, and said that he was sorry. I could hardly believe it happened like that! I was also interested that he had gone into me so easily, not even breaking a hymen, and I realized that for some reason or another I never had one. He went home early, even before lunch, and I was destined to spend the day, frustrated from the experience of ‘almost’ having been fucked and at home by myself with nothing to do!
I had lunch, and then I put on a bikini my body gave justice to and went out into the back yard to sun bathe.
“Hey Bonnie! Want to use the pool?”
It was Roger, the next door neighbor, the coolest adult male in the street. I knew Roger and his wife real well and had lived next door to them for half my life. They had three kids I used to babysit every Friday night.
It was really hot outside, and there was no hesitation in my acceptance. Roger was out in the backyard and was mowing the lawn when he had noticed me there. He was a fireman and often had days off during the week. During his days off he had built the nicest pool which was the envy of every kid in the street.
I dived in and was enjoying the water when Roger dived in with me. We had some races, but I was faster than he was and won each time. I was diving off his shoulders, and on one occassion I lost my top. He helped me as I put it on and tied the back strap for me. He got a ping pong ball and we started chasing after it, but again I was faster than he was and I got it every time. He would wrestle me for it, and because he was stronger than me he would get it off me each time.
And then again I got it, but this time I put it in my bikini top, knowing well he wouldn’t try and would have to wait for me to take it out. I was wrong! His hand was right there, between my breasts inside the top and as his hand grasped a hold of the ping pong ball my top came apart again and it was lying there in the water. It was the second time he’d seen them. “Hey Bonnie! You’ve got cute tits!” he laughed.
He was probably right, so far as a guys point of view was concerned. Back then, at fourteen, my breasts were probably not much larger than a pair of regular sized oranges, but the nipples were already mature and playing round as we were had made the nipples stand out further than they were when they were normal.
Again we threw the ping pong ball, and again I stuck it in the bikini top, and once again the top came off when he retrieved the thing. This time however, I felt his hand grasp hold of one of my breasts, and then a moment later let go. Again he helped me tie the string, and then the third time that it happened he took the top and threw it up on the side of the pool. I was topless, and it seemed like we were having so much fun that neither of us cared.
It was then I put the ball into the bottoms, challenging, I suppose that he might take it out, but presuming that he wouldn’t! I had presumed wrong, and his hand went right in there, right down against my crotch as then he took it out. Again I put it in there, and turned away from him so as to stop him from getting it.
This time he grabbed me from behind, his hand slipping down my belly and into the bikini bottoms, but this time as he felt my crotch his hand no longer sought the ball but felt the mound and played with it and a finger went inside.
I stood there in the water, my body leaning against him, his fingers teasing parts of me I never knew existed; and then it was he took me in his arms and placed me up on the side of the pool.
No words at all were spoken as I watched him leave the pool, and then he took me in his arms again and carried me inside the house and in the master bedroom. A moment later I was lying on the bed, watching as he now undid the ties on the side of my bikini bottoms, and then removed them.
In a moment he’d removed his shorts, his adult penis stiffer than any I had seen, and then he knelt upon the floor, right there in front of me and grasped my feet as now he pulled me over to him, my legs apart, his face now in my pussy as he licked it with his tongue.
I gasped and squeezed and arched my hips and relished what he did, and finally I begged for him to stop and put it in!
We fucked as I have never fucked, nor pleasure not since known, and though his shaft was not the first it was the first which fucked me and spewed within it’s seed!
The question now is simple, which one was my ‘first time’?
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