Where it happened: Strangers House
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
My sister Ebbie made a submission to this site a while ago, and then each one of my sisters did the same. It was interesting to hear them tell of their ‘first experiences’, and also to hear my brother in law give his version of what happened in the motel in Chase. He was good! I am not sure what the submission number was in which he made mention of this encounter but the following numbers are some which Ebbie gave me which might include it: 21439, 21453, 21482, 21487, 21510, 21583, 21607, and Ebbie (8) just recently submitted.
I was 14 the first time it happened. Two ‘friends’ of mine, both girls I went to school with and whose stature in our small town was near the bottom of the social scale; and myself, decided to take off for the weekend to a party in the city (about a 100 miles from where we lived).
My parents would never have approved, and so I left them a note telling them that I would be okay and that I would be back home on the Sunday night. Boy, was I in trouble when I got home!
We caught the bus and stayed in the city with some relatives of theirs who lived in probably the most run down, most decrepid house I have ever been in. On the Saturday we went to this party they had been talking about at their cousins house. I am sure that every low-life in the city was there, and here we were, two young girls from a country town trying to make an impression on everybody with all of our make-up and our short skirts and high heels, like it was the first time we had been to town.
Well, about midnight, I am sitting on a couch in the living room, quite drunk and realizing that I needed to be out of here quite soon, and wondering where my friends were. The youngest (13), I had last seen staggering with some guy into one of the bedrooms, and when I got up to find out what she was doing I opened up the bedroom door to find her lying on the bed with not a stitch of clothing on her body, and while two guys were sitting on the end of the bed watching, another was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. I was horrified, and quickly closed the door before they saw me, and realized then so suddenly the predicament that I was probably in. Her sister, the one a year older than me, had disappeared some time ago with some guy, and from what I remembered she had said something about going for a ride. I was here by myself, unless I considered the 13 year old in the next room with the 3 guys as being an advantage!
I went outside, onto the porch, and as soon as I felt the fresh air my head began to swirl and I began to feel real sick; and so it was that I ended up lying on the front lawn vomiting all over myself and my new dress, a terrible mess!
I remembered a guy talking to me, and the next thing he was helping me to his car, telling me to sit in the front seat rather than on the lawn. I remember being grateful for his consideration, but so sick it seemed that I hardly cared what was happening to me, and then I must have gone to sleep.
I woke, and we were driving through the city, and then the next time that I woke he was helping me up some stairs into a house; and then he took me into the bathroom and began running a bath. There was no doubt that I needed it, and then when he began taking off my clothes I didn’t seem to care, and was helping him as he told me to lift my foot as he then pulled my nylons off and then my panties and threw them on the floor.
He was much older than me, probably not much younger than my dad, and the next thing I knew was him washing me with a bath cloth, underneath my arms, my chest, my boobs, and then having me stand as he washed around and in my pussy and my butt. It was certainly not the type of thing I would have done if I was sober, but I was helpless, so dirty from having thrown up and so sick and nauseated that I really didn’t care about anything.
The next thing I remembered was standing beside the tub as he dryed me, and then him helping me to the bed. I lay there, so pleased to be lying down and clean, but my head was spinning so that I almost felt like vomiting again as he tucked me in.
I woke, and there he was on to of me, my legs apart, and I was hurting; and despite my still drunken state I realized his penis was inside of me and I was being fucked. It was the first time that a guy had gotten his penis into me, though a boyfriend of mine had tried it several times before but had never succeeded in getting it in. I just looked at him, amazed by what was happening, but still too drunk to stop him. It was all that I remembered, for the next time that I woke I was wanting to go for a pee, and I could feel his sex all over me, between my legs and down into the crack of my butt, and every time I moved it seemed I stuck together. It was horrible.
I got up, then found the bathroom, and then stumbled back to bed; but then I woke again, and there he was behind me as I lay on my side, and he was doing it again, holding to my butt with his penis back in my pussy and doing it to me from behind. I couldn’t even see him. It was hurting me, and I tried to pull away, but as I did he held on to me tighter and when it seemed I couldn’t take it any longer he started groaning really loud and then he filled me with his stuff. Again I went to sleep, and then when I awoke I was lying on my back, and once again I was being fucked. The pain of it was terrible, and as I looked at him I realized he was bald, and then realized he was not the one I’d seen on me before.
How many of them that there were, whether there were two or maybe three I’ll never know, but unfortunately it was my first time, and I swore to myself as I got up that next morning that it would be the last.
The one who brought me to the house then drove me to my friends cousins place. It was obvious that he knew them, and he told me I was lucky, lucky that it had been him who took care of me. “You never know who could have picked you up last night,” he was telling me. “The cops could have been finding you dead somewhere out along the road this morning.” It was though he’d done me a favour, and I wondered if he even realized that he had taken of my virginity. He surely must have, for I could still feel the faint trickle of the warm blood as it came out of me.
My ‘friends’ both bragged about the wild party, and hinted at the ‘conquests’ they had had. As the younger one was boasting, I could not help but remember the two sleezbags who sat at the end of the bed, both old enough to be her father, and wondered how she ever felt so good about it all.
I never said a thing to them about what happened to me, but I sat there on the bus headed home trying not to think about the possibility that I might already be pregnant, or even gotten herpes, or maybe even both.
About three months later I confessed what had occurred to my very best friend, another girl my same age, and told her how much I hated sex or even thinking about it. She assured me that I was wrong, that it was in fact something that could be real fun and enjoyable, and that her and her current boyfriend did it often. Suddenly, it seemed she had a burst of inspiration, and then suggested something so wild that I agreed and went along with it.
She lived with her parents, in the basement of their house.
Her room had no windows, and it was so dark in there, even during the day that you could not see a thing unless the lights were on. Now her and I were the same size almost exactly, and her breasts were almost identical to mine also.
We would wait until just after my period was finished, when chances are I would enjoy it most, and she would bring her boyfriend to the house and into her bedroom, and then her and I would change places.
And so it was. I hid in the bathroom, and heard them come down the stairs and into the bathroom, and then within a few minutes the two of them were in bed. As planned, when the ‘action’ began and he was getting ready to mount her, she would tell him that she needed to take a pee before they started.
She came into the bathroom, turned on the lights, and a moment later she was taking off her thin nightie and I was putting it on. “I took out all of the light bulbs,” she was saying, so he can’t turn anything on. “He was fingering my pussy when I got up, so he’ll probably want to put it back in there. Are you wet?”
I was, a little, and then she turned to the medicine closet and took out a jar of vaseline. “Here, put some of this inside your lips and in your hole,” she was saying as she took some of it out and quickly put it in my hand.
“Now he’ll probably want you to lie on your back on top of him. That way he can play with your tits and suck your neck as he fucks you. When he finishes fucking you, just put your hand over your pussy and try not to let too much of it get on my bed, and then come into the bathroom and we’ll change places again.”
I went out there, and I’m sure he must have heard my heart as it was pounding in my chest. His arm went around me, and the other was instantly playing with my pussy as a finger then slipped inside the hole. At first it felt uncomfortable, but as I felt him rubbing on the g-spot and my clit it started feeling really good; and then a moment later he lay back upon the bed, and helped me up upon him, my back upon his chest and his cock between my legs.
I could feel his penis, its flesh hot as it brushed against my thighs. It was wet, and as I felt it against my hair it was as though it were an eel, as slippery as anything I’d ever felt before, and then he slipped it in between my lips and started playing with my clit. It felt good, and as he slipped it up and down between the hair and round my pussy he would touch against the hole and put the knob of it inside. I wanted more, and instinctively I opened up my thighs and pushed against it, and then again he put the knob of it against my anxious hole and then it was I felt him as he slipped the beast inside. We fucked, like animals in heat as now we thrusted on the bed and as my body fucked his anxious flesh I felt as though he had control, as though I were a violin and he who had the bow that played the tune that was within. And then it was it happened, and I heard myself cry out, and I felt my body shaking as it grasped upon the anxious flesh and milked the shaft within.
I lay there on him when we’d done, his shaft still deep inside, and he turned me round toward him so my belly lay on his. He played with me and sucked my breasts, and spoke to me in whispers as he slowly moved his shaft. Again the beast grew stronger, and then I moved myself away from him and kneeled above the shaft. He played with me and rubbed my breasts, and the shaft of him grew stronger as I played with it inside. Again, the same thing happened; but this time it was I had control, my hips now slowly moving, rotating on the shaft. We fucked again much slower than the time we did before, and again I milked the shaft as he lay moaning on the bed.
I got up, my hand upon my pussy as I kept his fluid still inside, and when I got into the bathroom it was obvious that Brenda, my good friend was really mad!
“You were only supposed to fuck him once,” she was whispering anxiously, as she put her hand up on my pussy and took a handful of the cum. She then proceeded to rub it on her own pussy, and then turned the light out and went back to the bed.
I could hear her out there whispering to him, and it was obvious that poor Gerald, the boyfriend, had had enough of sex for one night, and would not respond to her anxious pleadings that he do it one more time. A while later I could hear him getting up and then leaving.
She was frustrated, a little mad by what had happened, but pleased I’d changed my mind about how good a girl might feel. I had a shower, and at her suggestion she came with me to walk the few blocks home.
As we walked down the road, not far from her house, two seniors from our high school came by in a car, and asked us if we wanted a ride. They were much older than us, and never gave us any time at school or talked to us at all and it was obvious what they hoped to achieve if we got into the car.
Brenda smiled and quickly accepted, and I decided I had had enough of the action for one night and left her with them as I walked home.
“We went down to the lake,” she told me the next morning at school, “and I ended up fucking them both! I had never felt so horny in all my life.”
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