Where it happened: Car
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had just turned 14 the first time that it happened. I had fallen in love with my older brother’s friend and started giving him all of my attention whenever it was I had the opportunity. I was cute. I knew it, and I knew that I was making progress as he began responding to my flirting.
He picked me up one day as I was walking home from school. He pretended he was just passing by, but I knew that it was planned. We parked, and then we started kissing. It was wonderful. His hand began to feel my breasts and went into my bra. We kissed some more, and then his hand began to rub my thigh and soon went in my panties. I tried to stop him. I didn’t want for him to think that I was easy, but soon it didn’t matter any more and I felt my wetness flowing as I started getting horny.
He fingered me. He knew by what he felt that I was still a virgin. I could tell that he was getting all worked up! I started to get scared. I told him that I needed to get home. He asked me if I’d tell my brother. I told him it would be our secret. He agreed.
Two days later he stopped his car and picked me up again. We drove to where we’d been before. He felt my breasts and fingered me. I liked the way it felt. He took his penis out. I rubbed it. It was large. He said that I should put it in my mouth. I did. He sighed the moment it went in. I felt of him responding, then gasping as it spat into my mouth! He drove me home. I promised that I’d never tell.
The next day it occurred again. We did the same. I swallowed it and liked the taste of sex inside my mouth. I said I loved him. I knew he had a girlfriend and asked about her then. He said that he was trying to break it off with her. I asked him if he fucked her. He said he had. I asked how many times. He didn’t know. I think that he’d lost count. He asked if I was ready. I said I’d like to wait.
A week had passed before I saw him the next time. I had just finished my period and was naturally feeling quite horny by this time. I’d been worried that he might have given up on me and decided I would let him if he tried. He drove us to his house. We went into his bedroom and he locked the door to keep his little brothers out. He took my clothes off one by one, and then his own. We got into his bed. We knew quite well the reason we were there. His horny cock caressed my wetness and my clit, and then the knob of it went in and felt the entrance to my sex. I gasped. He promised that it wouldn’t hurt. I said okay. I felt the twitch of pain, and then the entrance, his cock now going in the full six inches; then we fucked!
We did it several times the week that followed. I liked it more, the more we did it.
Time passed and he lost interest so it seemed. He still went steady with his girlfriend, but said he loved me more than her. I realize now I was his whore, but I liked the way it felt when he was in me and did not want for us to stop. I could not help it! He fucked me when he wanted sex with my cute body; that was all. I hated him. I loved him! I loved the way it felt when we had sex! I was addicted!
In addition to all of this I had been taking private piano lessons since I was 12. My teacher was an older lady down the road. It was at this time, with all of what was going on, that I needed to change teachers and upgrade. My mother introduced me to my new teacher. He was young, 28 with a wife and two young children. He was also real good looking and had a way with himself that made feel real special when around him.
He liked me too and as we got to know each other he started to make comments about how nice I looked. I responded. It was shown by the clothes I wore when we’d have lessons, by the button not done up on my blouse, or the time I made a special effort and had my bra off. He must have seen my naked breasts, my well formed nipples obvious beneath the cotton blouse as he sat there right beside me on the stool.
I became less interested in my older brother’s friend who by this time had been having his way with me for the past two years. It was still so very much our secret. One evening at seven o’clock when I arrived for my piano lesson my teacher informed me that he had just gotten back from taking his wife to the airport with the children. They were going away for two weeks. He asked me if I minded being there with him alone, and did I trust him? I said I didn’t mind. I suggested he would be the one at risk, not me. We laughed.
I was his last student for the evening. Innocently I’d placed my hand upon his thigh as we were talking, leaning toward him as he showed me notes. Ten minutes later his hand was on my thigh. I was grateful to still be in my dress from school. I moved much closer to him and his hand went up, inside my skirt. I didn’t stop him. Not soon enough he touched my panties, his fingers going in them as they touched my pubic hairs. I told him to be careful, that his wife might just have missed the plane and walk right in on us. He smiled; then he felt my tongue inside his mouth as we were kissing.
It happened rather quickly. We were going up the stairs, into the bedroom. My clothes were soon upon the floor and so were his. He mounted me. His cock just slid right in and then we fucked! I’d only fucked one other cock before. The fuck we had right now was so much better, his cock a rod of pleasure deep within. I felt my body overwhelmed, an orgasm such as never felt before about to happen! Then it was I lost control, the spasms of my body, my thrusts in harmony with his, the fucking more intense than I had known! Then I came! I laid there when the deed was done still in his arms, his cock still in me, and thought I might have died and gone to heaven!
We fucked like rabbits for two weeks. His wife came home. He thought that we should stop what we were doing. My heart was broken. I then found myself a steady boyfriend my own age, and then just four years later we got married.
My claim to fortune is this. Most women in this society who marry at 20 have an average of seven men in their lives that they have sexual relationships with before they finally settle down and get married. I had just three. So far as statistics are concerned I’m almost perfect – don’t you think?
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