Where it happened: Fishing
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My friend Ebby wrote to this site some time ago and told of an experience she had with her brother in law (Rob).
Thinking back to those times, I think that Rob was probably the sexiest hunk of a guy I have ever met, and I was really interested to read Ebbie’s account, as well as those of her sisters. It seems that Rob really ‘sowed his oats’ in AAAAAAA, the town where we all lived in British Columbia!
The reason I am writing this was because Ebbie contacted me and suggested I might be interested in telling ‘my story’ of the events which happened with regard to Rob and myself, and though he was not the one who took my virginity he was the first one with whom I had an orgasm.
I was a virgin to the ripe old age of 14 and lost it to an uncle who was visiting our family from out east. He was much older than me, about 2 years younger than my dad, and he arrived on this gigantic Harley Davidson motorcycle.
Of course he would take us kids for rides on it once in a while, though my folks were not too excited about the danger. Well, one day he wanted to go fishing, and there was a spot way up the river which my dad used to take us to, but the old logging road had gotten washed out and what was left of the road had become too narrow for a truck to get through.
Anyway, as the motorbike could probably make it up there, and my dad could not make it that day because he was working it was decided that I would go up there with Uncle Ron and show him the place.
It was in the middle of summer, as hot as it ever got, and when we got up there I just layed on the bank in my swimsuit as he fished. He must have fished for about three hours, and finally gave up and came and laid down on the grass beside me. We talked a lot about all sorts of things, and then he started rubbing my leg, and telling me that I had the sexiest legs he had ever seen.
I just let him rub me, and was lying there on my back half asleep just really starting to enjoy it, and then I realized that his hand was right up my thigh and kept brushing up against the bulge between my legs.
“You like that?” he asked, after a while, as he started rubbing it.
It didn’t feel quite right, but I was enjoying it, and he seemed to know what he was doing.
“Sure,” I told him, closing my eyes; and then I felt his hand pull aside the elastic and his fingers began to slowly go inside. He didn’t say a thing, and the next thing that was happening was the feeling of his finger as it went inside my lips and began playing with my clit. I was enjoying it, and then as a finger went inside of me I felt him playing with my g-spot and I could feel myself getting wet as I began to get worked up.
I opened my eyes, and there he was, kneeling in front of me with his penis out. I told him ‘No’, I didn’t want to, and he insisted that all he wanted to do was to put it in the crack and play with me like that. He told me it would feel better than the finger, and he wasn’t even going to take my swimsuit off.
Reluctantly I let him, the elastic pulled aside as he put it the crack and continued playing it against my clit, and now and then slipping it down and letting the head of it go down and then slip inside the entrance of my hole.
“Be careful,” I was telling him. “Maybe you shouldn’t put it there.”
“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “It’s just the head. Don’t you like the way it feels?”
I said I did, and I closed my eyes, letting him play with me some more, and feeling his wetness, the slippery fluid ozzing out of his swollen penis and making me so wet that I knew that I would need to take a swim before we headed home.
Suddenly I felt him, the sharp pain inside me, and I realized then that he had pushed too hard against the entrance, and the hotness of his flesh was filling me inside.
I pushed him, and struggled to get free, and he fell back and looked at me as though he were the one who was the victim of the act. He wanted, and plead for me to let him put it back, but I didn’t want no part of it and I was crying and told him I’d walk home.
He talked to me, and a while later we went home, and though he had taken of my virginity I did not let him fuck me. Partly I was much too scared, but as well as that he was the same age as my father. Damn it all he was my uncle, and doing it with him was the last thing that I wanted!
It was about three months later that a friend of mine and myself were out one Sunday afternoon, hanging around round town, and these two guys we knew who were neighbors offered to take us for a ride in their ‘new’ car. It was fun! We cruised all over town, driving in a way our parents would never approve of with our hands and heads out the windows thinking we were cool, and ended up down at the end of the lake making out and kissing, my friend in the front with one of the guys and myself in the back with a fellow called Tim.
The other two got out, and were laying over in the grass where we could not see them; then Tim and I got out as well and laid down in the grass on the other side of the car. He had been fingering me as we sat in there in the car, and I was as horny as a 15 year old girl could ever get, and as soon as we lay down I was taking off my panties as he was undoing the belt on his jeans and then pulling them down around his butt. In a moment he was fucking me, and as I felt his youthful penis giving pleasure to such parts of me I never knew were there, I realized just how pleased I was that it was him that did this to me, and not my older and perverted uncle who had tried.
“I thought you were a virgin,” he was saying as we got dressed.
“I was,” I told him, and he was happy, and seemed to be as proud as any guy that I had seen.
It was strange as I thought about it. He was probably about five years older than me and worked as an apprentice at the mill, but we had grown up all these years in the same town and had never really spoken two words to each other in all the years we’d spent growing up. We kind of went together for a few months, but he wound up with a girl from town his own age and ended up marrying her. She was pregnant when they married, and from my own calculations, if the kid was his, he would have had to have been fucking her the same time that he was fucking me.
When I was seventeen, Rob and his wife Karen came to town for a visit. I had never met him, and Ebbie was desperate that I should. I loved him the moment I laid eyes on him. I had never seen a guy so handsome! Instantly I realized why Ebbie had been so attracted to him, and through her own accounts had fucked him several times a week in the three months that Ebbie and Karen had lived there prior to moving to Winnipeg.
I designed that I would do the same, (thank goodness for the pill) though by the time I met him I had less than two weeks in which to accomplish the task. Though Ebbie had a
steady boyfriend, it seemed that the chemistry was still there so far as her and Rob were concerned, for they had ‘gone down to the store’ the first night he was there and had done it on the way home – on the back seat of the car.
Ebbie didn’t seem to mind, and assured me that if I’d never experienced a proper orgasm that I was about to if in fact I succeeded in what I planned to do. She would arrange for him to pick the two of us up after the movies, and then would tell him that she wasn’t feeling good and have him drive her home first. I live on the other side of town, so then he would have to turn around and drive me home, and Ebbie would go in to the house and tell everybody that he had gone to visit a friend. The rest was up to me!
“You ever feel so horny you can’t stand it?” I asked him after we dropped Ebbie off. I knew he probably was, right now, because he was no doubt expecting to fuck Ebbie, and she had gotten ‘sick’.
He nodded. “You ever done it with a younger girl – my age?” I asked. He was 28 and I was 17.
He looked at me. “You’re not that young,” he said, and then smiled.
I knew my plan was working. We were driving up toward the cemetery at the time.
“You ever done it in the middle of the night – in a cemetery?” he asked.
“Not yet.” I smiled, but didn’t look at him, and felt the car begin to turn as it then went inside the cemetery gates and slowly drove up the hill amongst the long grass and the headstones.
He stopped the car, and put his arm around me, and we started to kiss, and immediately his hand went up inside my skirt and began playing with my pussy.
I reached down and undid my skirt, then lifting my butt I took it off; and I could feel him taking the panties off.
It was a hot night, and we got out and laid on the grass beside the car, and a moment later he was in me and we were fucking, and it was like an experience I had never had before – or even since. I felt the orgasm as it approached and started building deep within, and when it reached its peak and came it felt so strong I thought that I might die before the deed was finished.
I went home, satisfied, and overwhelmed by just how good it all had been; and thought of Ebbie, and knew how lucky she had been to have done it with him as often as she did. We only did it one more time, but though I have been happily married twenty years and have a family, if I saw him yet today I think that I would have to do the same again.
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