Where it happened: camp
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I’d been going to a riding camp in New England since I was nine. In 1988, already a pretty good rider, I was asked to be a junior counselor and instructor, for the following summer. I love horses and the camp so I said yes. In June of 1989, the other couselors gave me a birthday party for my fourteenth. It made me real happy because Matt, one of the senior counselors was real cute. He was tall and well built. He also was 18 and had a pickup truck with one of those camper thingds on the back. Actually it was just a mattress and a pickup cap, but he had a little ice chest with beer in it and had a Sony walkman with speakers set up. Before my bitrhday, me and mMatt had fooled around a little, I let him feel me up a couple of times, and gave him a handjob. He wanted me to suck him off one time and when he came in my mouth I almost choked. Probably because I wasn’t expecting him to finsish so soon. It seemed like it was only a few seconds tonguing the head of his dick and sliding up and down on his cock with my mouth and he shot off. I was pretty pissed off because he didn’t even warn me. But I really didn’t mind the taste too much. After that we played around alot and he fingerred me pretty good, first with one and finally with threee fingers. Anyway, the night of my birthday, I got a little drunk from some beers and we went to his truck. We must have fondle each other for hours and I brought him off with my hand once, and he got me off a couple of tiomes too. But he wanted more. So did I even though I was scared to death. I guess he must have stretched me out pretty well because when I finally let him go ahead, he drove his dick into me to the hilt. I felt a ltttle something give and then felt his dick filling me up. It was’nt at all unpleasant, although I must say his cock felt bigger in my pussy than it had in my mouth. After he came in me, he went down on me and fisnished me off. IT WAS GREAT. Later that summer , Matt got killed in an accident when some lumber truck ran his pick up off the road. I though I’d never get over it. But when I got home and started school, a new cute guy from California and I picked up where Matt left off. I guess I’m fickel or promiscous or both, because I’ve had about ten guys since Matt. None has really taken his place in my heart, but they have managed to fill something else. Thanks for LARGE favors, I guess.
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