Where it happened: deer camp
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Around my Wisconsin hometown there are many little shacks out in the woods. Guys gather at them every November to drink beer, play poker and occasionally shoot a deer. Most of them are basic plywood structures, adorned with antlers and containing little more than bunkbeds and a wood stove. It was in one of these deer camps that my boyfriend Tim and I lost our virginity to each other. Tim and I were good Christian kids. We attended Christian school together and were active in our Baptist church. In fact, Tim went on to be ordained a Baptist minister. We took our faith seriously and tried to keep the Seventh Commandment. In the three years we had dated we had done nothing more than kiss. Eventually, though, we gave in to temptation, social pressure, and our teenage horniness and rather mutually decided to make love. There aren’t a lot of places in a small northwoods town for two kids to safely and comfortably have sex. I didn’t want my first time to be crammed in the seat of a car or out in some pasture. Tim suggested his family deer camp. We drove maybe ten miles out of town and a hundred yards down a dirt woods road to a shack in a clearing. Tim found the key and unlocked it. The place smelled of mildew, hunter’s dirty socks and who knows what so we opened the windows to air it out. The generator had been removed but we found some candles for light. Being early April (two days after my eighteenth birthday) it was still cold so Tim built a fire in the stove. While we nervously waited for the place to warm up we took a mattress from a bunk and placed it in the middle of the floor. Tim got a blanket from his car and covered the musty old mattress. (I imagine he carried that blanket in his trunk in hope of someday nailing me on it. Dreams do come true.) Then we shyly undressed each other in the candlelight. When I slid down Tim’s shorts my heart sank. I had never seen or felt Tim’s penis (or any adult penis). He was very well endowed, maybe ten inches, and I couldn’t believe I could accomadate him. I had never even had a tampon in my vagina and now this huge grotesque thing was going to be pushed in there. Intimidating as that thought was, I got up my courage and laid down naked on the mattress. Tim quickly joined me and was at my breasts. They are smallish, (A cup) with tiny areolas and, like a lot of girls ,I was insecure about them. Tim praised them lavishly and showered attention on them which relieved my anxiety some. Then he kissed his was down my body till he was performing cunnilingus on me. I hadn’t expected that from someone so inexperianced but there he was, eating me out like a veteran. I LOVED it.(I still do.) I groaned with pleasure several times and Tim would ask if I had come. At that time I had never had an orgasm and I wasn’t going to have one with all the apprehension I was feeling. Not wanting to disappoint him, I faked what I thought an orgasm would be like. Then Tim asked me to fellate him. For me this was a major hurdle. A good Baptist girl knew that coitus was sinful but fellatio was far worse – and letting a man ejaculate in your mouth was slapping God in the face. ( I couln’t let a lover come in my mouth until I had been married two years. I will do it for my husband but I still don’t like it. Baptist guilt dies hard.) He had just performed oral sex on me but I couldn’t bring myself to return the favor. It took a couple of monthes before I could fellate him. Tim had picked up some condoms at a gas ststion vending machine. Now this good Baptist girl had to clumsily roll one on him and check it by candlelight. Satified with the protection, I spread myself wide and Tim inserted his penis a bit. My sister Claire and best friends Jenny and MaryBrooke had all had bloody, painful initiations and had told me their horror stories.(Poor MaryBrooke had been raped by her mother’s drunken boyfriend when she was twelve. Talk about horror!) Based on what they had told me and on Tim’s size, I was expecting to suffer the Torments Of The Damned but it didn’t happen. The head of Tim’s penis was uncomfortable as it stretched my vagina but I told him to push on all the way in. I braced myself for the agony but it didn’t happen. There was a sharp instant of pain as my hymen ruptured and I could feel blood trickling out of me, but my deflowering really didn’t hurt badly. Tim held still deep in me as I adjusted to strange sensation of something being inside me, stretching me to my limit. After a moment Tim began awkwardly thrusting in and out. It hurt some as he rubbed across the freshly torn tissue of my maidenhead but it wasn’t bad. Mostly I felt a sensation like being split open. I guess Tim was like most virgin guys in that he didn’t last long. After only a minute or so he groaned and clutched me tight as he ejaculated deep inside me. We kissed and laughed and cheered our double initiation. Over Thanksgiving my husband and fifteen year old son will be going up to a deer camp. Maybe Matt will get his first deer and I know they will make many memories. I’m sure they’d be surprised to know Mom also has fond memories of deer camp.
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