I have read a bunch of stories on this site. From those
stories I conclude that the writers are mostly 14, can’t
write or spell, and are either Christian fundamentalists
or screw all the time. It seems the guys all have ten-inch
cocks and the girls all had five orgasms their first time.
My first time must have been really unusual because I have
a normal cock and she didn’t come.
I 8 and graduated from high school in Santa Monica,
California, where I had grown up. I had been accepted at
UCLA for the Fall Term 1966. Like most of the guys I knew,
I loved to surf and was pretty good at it. When I graduated
from high school my parents had offered me a choice: They
would give me a thousand dollars either for a car or a trip
to the surfing destination of my choice. I picked a summer
in Maui.
I had very little sexual experience from the “good girls” I
had dated in school. I had done well as a student and was
okay with my lack of sexual experience, but I was looking.
I landed in Maui with my surfboard, a suitcase, and a map.
Within a day I had landed a part-time job as a waiter and
had rented space in a house with six other guys. For $75.00
a month I had a room I shared with two other guys and the
use of a junker car one day a week. I was the youngest guy
in the house. It was owned by a guy named Phil, who 6.
Half the guys would have been called hippies a few years
later, and half were surfers or just goof-offs.Phil had
lived off odd jobs and had been on Maui for ten years. He had
been a teacher who just dropped out. His main house rule was
that we shared everything not in our suitcase, and nobody
hassled anybody else. There was a lot of beer and a lot of
grass, and a couple parties each week.
After I had been there about a week I came home after working
a shift at the restaurant. There were about a half-dozen guys
sprawled around the living room drinking beer and smoking
grass. I was pouring a beer when Phil came out of his room
wearing a jock strap and a guy who had been standing by the
door went in.
Phil came over to me, picked up a beer, and said I looked
like a man who could use a piece of ass. He said one of the
other guys had come home in the afternoon with a local high
school chick and asked if they could use Phil’s waterbed. Phil
agreed on the condition that the guy would share. So Phil got
s and the other guys had all taken a turn or two, as
well as a few guys who had dropped by. Phil had just finished
his turn and said she was an okay fuck, but she gave
great head. He asked the other guys if it was okay if I went
next and nobody objected.
A few minutes later the other guy came out, and I went in.
The room was dimly lit and smelled of sweat and cum. She was
standing beside the bed. She was very short, maybe 4 feet 10
inches, with long black hair, and stark naked. I think I gave
a gasp.
A couple years later, reading a textbook on Western Civ, I
would be reading about Mesopotamia, and I would turn a page
and see her. It was actually a clay figure of Ashtoreth, a
Mesopotamian fertility goddess: Big, round face; big, round
breasts; narrow waist; and flared hips. That night she had
looked like a fertility goddess who had been fucked a few dozen
times.
My cock came to attention instantly, almost painfully. I had
taken off my shirt in the living room, and dropped my pants in
a couple s. My cock actually felt like it had a life of
its own. Neither of us said a word. I took her hand and pushed
her gently down onto the bed and laid down beside her, peeling
off my briefs. I got on top of her a slid my cock into her very
loose cunt. It didn’t matter that her cunt and legs were
covered with other guys’ cum. She pressed her arms against her
breasts, pushing them along my chest. In about five strokes my
cock started to gush. My cum lasted a lot longer than the prelims.
It felt like arterial bleeding: it spurted and spurted and spurted.
She didn’t make a sound.
I started to soften, but before I slipped out I got hard again.
She was very short, and I’m 6 feet, 4 inches, so her head came
to my breastbone; her breasts were actually against my stomach
and I could feel her hard nipples. I just started humping again,
feeling those big round breasts rub me with every stroke. It
took a few minutes, but I came again. I finally got soft and
slipped out of her cunt. I didn’t know what else to do, so I
just followed my instincts and rubbed those big tits. I realized
I hadn’t even kissed her, so I gave her a real deep french kiss.
Her mouth tasted tart and almost metallic, and I realized I
was tasting one of my predecessors’ cum. I got up, slipped on
my briefs, picked up my pants, and left. The next guy went in.
Wow. It had been fifteen minutes and I had actually done it!
I wasn’t a virgin any more!
I thanked Phil and told him it had been great. I realized that
neither she nor I had said a word, and I didn’t even know her
name. Phil said her name was Wanda, she was fourteen, and she
had a thing for surfers.
About an hour later she came out of the bedroom, saying she
had to get home. One of the guys had come home with his girlfriend,
who 8 and a local. The girlfriend saw her and made a real
scene, calling her a slut bitch who couldn’t keep her hands off any
cock, and told her boyfriend that she didn’t want “that little
whore” around the house ever again. One of the other guys left
with Wanda.
A few nights later, after we had been surfing and partying on
the beach, I wandered away from the party and sat under a tree
and looked at the stars and the ocean. I saw a figure walking
along the beach. Her hair was up in a bun and she was wearing
one of those damned muu-muus, but I recognized her. I walked
over and asked if she wanted to fool around. After that first
time my cock had really come to life, but I didn’t have much
privacy and I hadn’t jacked off in a few days. She asked if
she knew me, and I realized she didn’t recognize me, so I said
she just looked like she wanted company. I took her by the hand
and walked over to a semi-private spot on the beach. I grabbed
her breasts and realized she didn’t have a bra on. I pulled
her down and slid my hands under her muu-muu and slipped it off.
There weren’t a lot of preliminaries. She peeled off my swim trunks
and I laid down on top of her. She was wet and not so loose
as before. I had no problem slipping in, and I started humping.
She said, “Please don’t come in me.” I just figured she was on
birth control, so I asked her where in hell she expected me to
put it. She said that when I was ready to come, she would take
it in her mouth. So in a minute I told her it was coming. She
slid down and took my cock in her mouth.
Screwing her had been wonderful, but this was indescribable.
It was like her mouth was rubbing every nerve in my cock. Her
mouth was hotter than her cunt and suddenly the only things in
the universe were my cock and her mouth. My cock was floating
deeper and deeper into her throat. Suddenly I started to come.
I grabbed her head and shoved my cock all the way in as she
started to swallow. With each swallow her throat massaged my
cock. I realized I might drown her, and I didn’t care!
I held her head until my cock softened. I rolled over and felt
like I had died. She said I must have really been saving that
up for her. I laughed and held her tight. She asked my name,
and I told her. I asked how I could see her again. She said her
father (or stepfather, I don’t remember) kept a close eye on
her, but every Saturday she went to the matinee movie at a
local theater, and if I wanted to see her, I should be there
at noon. She slid back into her muu-muu and walked away.
I traded all sorts of favors to get to use the car that Saturday
and parked near the theater:00. A little before noon she
showed up with a boy several years younger than her. They went in
and I followed. I said hello in the lobby. She told the boy she
needed to go somewhere, but she would be back for him, and she
wanted him to remember the stories in the movies for her. We
got in my car and drove out of town. She had remembered me from
the party by then and explained that she had just finished her
period, so she was safe, but the thing on the beach had been a week
later, so she wanted to be careful. She asked if I had any rubbers,
and I had bought a few. We went out to one of the cane fields and
used up all the rubbers over the next two hours. I asked when
I could see her again, and she said she would let me know.
The next day she sent me a passionate card and a letter about
how perfect I was, and how she would do anything for me, and
how we would live happily ever after, and how I should meet her
on the beach the next night in the same place. The only part
I cared about was the beach. The day after that there were two
more letters about how I should take her home with me, and we
would be happy forever, and all that stuff. It was weird, because
I was going home in two weeks, and I sure as hell wasn’t taking
her with me.
I showed the letters to Phil. He told me she had done the same thing
with one of his friends who was about s older than me after
a hot session with her a couple months before. The friend had
told her no way, and she had cut him off and screwed several guys
he knew to get even. So Phil’s advice was to surf a lot, screw a lot
and fly back home without telling her. And I should make sure she
didn’t know where I lived.
So I met her on the beach and wherever I could after that and
for two weeks I had fabulous sex. And I left.
And there is a post script. In 1993 I spent a month in Honolulu
on business. I was in a downtown cocktail lounge and across the
room I saw her sitting alone at a table. She had a lot of miles
on her, but I asked if I could buy her a drink. She clearly didn’t
recognize me at all. We made small talk, went to my hotel, and
she proved that her mouth was still hotter than her cunt.
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July, 1966: Wanda the Community Surfboard
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