Where it happened: Car
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
The loss of my virginity occured when I was 14. My boyfriend had been trying to get me to have sex with him, but it was his older brother while driving me home one night when it was raining who was my first.
I had been with my boyfriend at his house one evening fooling around in his bedroom and getting all worked up when it became time for me to go home. His mother had suggested that his older brother drive me home because it was raining that night.
His older brother knew that we’d been fooling around and began to rub my thigh as he was teasing me. Perhaps it was my fault because I didn’t try to stop him.
We attended a private school and I was still dressed in my skirt which was a part of our school uniform and his hand kept creeping up toward my panties as we talked. I liked him. He was nineteen. Perhaps I was infatuated because he was so much older than I was and was paying attention to me despite the fact that I had only just turned fourteen, and then a moment later his hand was brushing up against my panties and then his fingers found their way inside amongst my bush of hair, still wet from having fooled around not long before, and then he pulled me to him and we kissed, and then he fingered me.
That was how it started. He took my panties off and laid me back upon the seat as then he knelt between my knees and teased me with his penis.
I asked him not to. He promised that he wouldn’t, but I felt myself responding as my clitoris reacted to things that he was doing, and then quite suddenly his penis entered and I felt the glanns go into me. I told him that we shouldn’t. He said it was okay, and then a moment later I felt the sudden twitch of pain as then he entered and the fulness of his shaft went in me all the way.
It hurt. I knew that he had taken me and felt myself responding to his thrusts while then he fucked me.
It was over. I was hurting. His sperm as well as the blood that now came from the hymen he had broken was all over me. He had taken some tissues from the glove compartment to help me clean myself up and I was crying and telling him he shouldn’t have and begging that he would not tell his brother what we’d done.
He promised. I said I might get pregnant. He told me that I couldn’t my first time having sex, though I knew that wasn’t right from what I’d learned from sex ed at school. He held me as I cried. I didn’t want him to, but I was sad, and then I felt his hand go up into my blouse toward my breasts. I pushed his hand away and said he couldn’t. He said that he would like to feel my nipples, but he was not my boyfriend and despite the fact that we’d just had sex I didn’t want for him to touch me and really didn’t like him anymore at all.
I asked for him to drive me home. He tried to kiss me, but I wouldn’t. I showered till the water started getting cold, and scrubbed myself so much that it began to hurt my skin. I deeply regreted what he had done to me and almost felt like he had raped me, though I knew of course he hadn’t. I was foolish for ever having let him put his hand beneath my skirt.
For a while after that I even had difficulty talking to his brother who was my boyfriend at the time, and it took me several days before I had the courage to face him and go out with him again.
My parents both worked and it was definitely against the rules for me to have him at the house where we would be alone, but I decided to have him sneak away from school one afternoon and go to my place. I was worried that his brother might have made me pregnant, and wanted my boyfriend to be the one who would take responsibility if that happened.
We went up to my bedroom. I told my boyfriend that I wanted to have sex with him and took my clothes all off as I then lay down on the bed and watched him undress. He was still a virgin and his penis was enormous, though smaller than his brothers.
His cock then entered me. I squealed and told him that it hurt. It didn’t, but it really felt quite good, and he fucked me and brought me fully to a climax and I thought it was terrific and realized why some girls at school were so addicted to having sex. I had climaxed before but only with my fingers, but this was so much different, so much better! For me it was my first real sex and his brother hadn’t even gotten close to make me climax.
My boyfriend and I remained sweethearts and though we always used a condom after that there were some times when the condom failed, when it came off while we were doing it, or when the both of us were just so horny that when I wanted him to fuck me again soon after we’d just finished having sex, and he didn’t have another condom to put on we simply took the risk and fucked bareback, his semen squirting in me when we climaxed.
At sixteen I got pregnant. The baby of course was his and we got married. He was seventeen and I was sixteen and we then went to live with his parents while we continued going to school and his mother looked after our son for us.
The sad thing was, the confession I guess that I am making, is that I have never told him what his brother did to me. He loves his older brother a lot and almost worships him and I just don’t have the will or the courage to tell him. His brother sometimes comes over to our place and I know the way he looks at me sometimes what he is thinking, the way he looks at me and smiles, as though there is much more to our relationship than it should be, our secret so to speak. I hate him for that and really wished we never saw him. I just don’t know what I should do?
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