Where it happened: In a car
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
My name’s Shari, and I’m from Florida. This just happened to me about a week ago, so I’m still working through all of it and trying to figure it out. I finished the seventh grade this year, and classes ended a couple weeks ago. All year I had a crush on this junior in high school named Jeff, and he finally asked me out to this end-of-the-year party.
The party was kind of lame, but he kissed me and kind of rubbed up against me a couple of times. It was getting near 11:00, and my mom told him to have me back by midnight. So, we went out to the car so he could drive me home. On the way to the house, he drove down to the beach, which was pretty cool because the moon was big and full over the water. Very romantic, I thought. We talked for a while in the car, and I was really glad when he started kissing me again. He told me he thought I was cute and wanted to get to know me better. I said, “Me too.” He got over onto my side of the seat, got it to recline a little bit, and began giving me these beautifully slow and gentle kisses. I was in heaven. After fifteen minutes or so, the windshield was all fogged up, the car was really getting hot, and Jeff was starting to feel me up. I thought to myself, “Oh oh, Shari, you can’t let this get out of control.” At the same time, I didn’t want him to think I was a prude either. I really liked him, and I know that boys squeeze your breasts when they’re kissing you. They just do.
“Doesn’t this feel so good?” he asks.
“Uh huh”, I said, even though I was more nervous than enjoying it. The weird thing was that, as he gently squeezed my nipples, I kept unintentionally making these low moans, which made him think this was a signal to keep going by unbuttoning my shirt and unhooking my bra. He then lowered my seat even more and started kissing/licking/sucking my now exposed nipples.
“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!” I said to myself, “I can’t believe I’m letting him do this! I never, EVER let a boy get this far with me!” But for some reason I just couldn’t bring myself to make him stop.
I was thinking to myself, “Should I let him or lose him? At least he still has his pants on. That’s good sign.” But a while later he started sliding his right hand down my leg. I didn’t stop him right away but, when he tried to undo my jeans, I said “Nuh uh” and moved his hand back to my breast. But he kept trying. What worried me was that I was getting pretty wet down there, and I half was afraid he’d think I was a slut, half afraid he’d be grossed out (because I can get REALLY REALLLLLLY wet when I’m turned on). Once when he squeezed my nipple, I let out a big gasp. Back down his hand went, and this time I thought, “What the hey.” He undid my belt, slowly pulled down my zipper, and slipped his hand into my panties. His hand cupped my crotch and he began to squeeze and caress it. When I masturbate, I kind of rub it like that with my hand, so I knew the drill, and this was feeling really good. But then he put the tip of his finger inside me and started to wiggle it a little. The pleasure got even more intense.
“Please, Jeff, I can’t … I can’t do this.” It felt good but I still wanted him to stop. Nothing I said mattered anymore, though. He just kept going. I was moaning again and breathing harder now. He slid down in front of me, and tugged on my jeans and panties until they were down about my knees. “Oh my God, what’s he doing? He’s looking at my crotch. Oh, shit!” I tried to spread my knees to keep my jeans up, but he pushed them down again, and then they slipped all the way to my ankles.
He started hissing me on my thighs and crotch. I shave down there, but I keep a little rectangle of hair above my hole. He was kissing that hair over and over. Then, before I knew it, he took two fingers and spread me open a little bit. I felt the tip of his tongue at the top of my pussy. I was really scared, feeling completely unprotected and exposed. At the same time, though, what he was doing was feeling really nice. I had never had anyone do that before, and it was both weird and really, really sexy. With the tip of his tongue, he kept flicking my little button while he stroked my hole in and out with the tips of two fingers. I was tingling all over, and I felt myself blush all over my cheeks and chest. He licked me for a few more minutes … and then just stopped. “Thank God,” I thought. “He’s gone as far as he dared with a seventh grader.” I was about to slip my jeans back up so we could head on home.
But Jeff said, “You’re so wet. I’ve been looking forward to this all day. This is going to feel sooooooo good.”
He undid his belt and slipped his own jeans down. He pulled back so I could see his cock. “Do you like it? You like the way it looks? I mean, look how hard you made it. That’s your fault, you know?” he said, and I wasn’t sure if he was serious or joking. The thing was I had actually never seen a naked cock before … well, at least not a hard one. And Jeff’s was definitely hard. Very hard. It was kind of sweaty, too, because it was so hot in the car, and I guess he’d been getting pretty worked up when he was licking and fingering me. The strangest thing was that the angle of it surprised me: I always thought when a guy was hard, it’d just stick out straight. But Jeff’s cock was curved way up, lying flat against his belly. The tip looked purple and … well, kind of “angry” actually. As I looked at it, what freaked me out most was the little vertical slit opening at the tip: There was this white gob of sperm already forming there, looking like it would squirt out any second, and that really scared me.
You see, over Christmas break, my friend Becky had gone out with this guy named Matt and ended up at his place. They were playing around, and he talked her into slipping down her jeans and underwear down just a little. He said he just wanted to “see” her. But then he asked if she wanted to see him, too. Becky was kind of curious, so she said “Okay.” He started kissing her, and she said it was really cool feeling how hard his cock was against her tummy. But then, as they were lying there, Becky said he started rubbing his cock against her, every now and then slipping it down near her pussy. I remember the way she said it: “I couldn’t figure out why he kept wiping it back and forth on me.” She thought that it was just weird, but what was even weirder, she said, was that a few minutes later his cock squirted this sticky white … goop (that’s what she called it) on her tummy. She said it was really gross. (She didn’t even know what sperm was until I told her.) But it got worse when they couldn’t find a Kleenex to clean the mess up. So, she finally just took her panties entirely off and wiped the sperm up with those. When she got home, her mom was in the den and asked her how her night was. She said it had been fine. But she felt really creepy standing there right next to her mom, her wet pussy naked under her jeans and with those panties all creamy with sperm in her backpack. She said that, the next day, she saw that the goop had all dried, forming this yellowish stains on her white panties, so she just hid them in the bottom of her drawer until she could wash them out herself.
Well, after hearing Becky’s story, I certainly didn’t want Jeff to start wiping his cock on me and then, you know, get that stuff on my tummy or thigh right there in the car. So, I tried to spread my legs a bit more to keep Jeff from taking my panties complete off. I managed to get out a few words, “Don’t squirt it on my tummy! I don’t want it there.”
I heard Jeff say, “Well, okay, I won’t. I get it.” I was relieved because I thought he cared about me enough to listen to me, but apparently he had other ideas. Much worse ideas. I suddenly felt the tip of his cock right at the lips of my pussy. “What is he doing? Oh my God, is he going to? Oh my God!!!! NOOOOO!!!”
A shock ran through my body when I felt the tip of his cock rubbing up against the crack of my virgin, unprotected pussy.
I kept saying to myself, “He can’t put it in me! He just can’t!
Oh please, please don’t put it in my pussy. Oh please don’t …
“No, don’t,” I tried to say, “stop!” but the last part just came out like a sigh or a moan. I could already feel his naked cock beginning to burrow up my hole.
“Oh my God!!! He’s putting his naked dick in me!! Oh my God!!! He’s really going to push it up in me!!! Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit!” He slid it in a bit more, held it there for a second, and gave it a bigger push. I felt a quick pinch of pain. Then with one more big thrust, he pushed it all the way in.
“Oh Fuck. It’s all up inside me.” Now, I know this is going to sound stupid but even then I wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. I thought maybe that was all he wanted. You know, just to see what it felt like because I’d been so wet. I didn’t think that he’d start to actually rub his cock in my hole because, you know, all that sperm could suddenly …
He looked into my eyes, kissed me on gently my forehead, and began stroking his cock in and out. I could feel his balls slap against my lips. They seemed swollen, filled with … you know. Okay, by then I was starting to get the idea.
“I don’t want to be fucked,” I said. But by this time I was almost whispering; it all seemed so unreal. “Don’t fuck me, don’t fuck me, please stop, please stop fucking me. Oh God, stop fucking me, oh God, oh fuck, oh God!” All I could think of was that naked, sweaty cock now all the way up my wet hole. I couldn’t get that gleaming drop of sperm I saw at the tip off my mind. By now it had probably rubbed or dripped off, and all I could think of was “There’s sperm in my cunt. A boy’s sperm is already in my cunt.” THAT scared me.
When I asked the other girls about what Jeff did to me, they said it always hurts the first time. But it didn’t really hurt. It didn’t really feel good either. It just felt so … weird. I always thought that having a cock up my cunt would feel, I don’t know, maybe something like when a tampon goes in. But, as Jeff was rubbing it in my hole, that curvy cock felt REALLY wide, and yet I couldn’t always tell how deep it was going. The best way I can describe it is that I felt like his dick was filling me up, stretching out the walls of my pussy, pushing them open as he slowly wiped it in and out, in and out.
He was really gentle and romantic. He kissed kind of gently, occasionally pushing his tongue into my mouth. (Which was also weird because I could kind of taste … myself … on him.) At one point he pulled back and watched his cock go in and out of me for a minute or so. I was so scared. And then, all of a sudden, he began to pick up speed. He said, “Oh, your cunt feels so GOOD.” His breathing got, I don’t know, different somehow. And he was fucking me like … and that’s when it hit me (stupid) … he’s actually TRYING to squirt his sperm in me. He thinks I want him to cum in my naked cunt instead of on my tummy. He thinks I ASKED him to do this.
I heard him say, “Yeah, that’s it. That’s it. Take the cock. Make me nut where you want it.” (Or something like that.) By then he was grunting and groaning at nearly every thrust. I couldn’t believe it. Here I am, not even in the eighth grade, being fucked by a junior on our first date. And he wasn’t just playing around. He was actually trying to squirt his cum in my pussy. I had been a virgin like five minutes before.
I kept thinking, “Shit, we’re actually fucking. I’m getting laid. He’s fucking me. A boy’s FUCKING me with his naked cock!! Oh shit. His sperm’s going to stain my panties like it did Becky’s. It’s going to drip down my leg when I walk into the house. How am I going to feel if my mom stops me and I can feel his cum oozing down my leg inside my jeans? (It was an odd thing to think about just then, but I couldn’t think of anything else.) I’m going to have Jeff’s sperm up inside me when I go to bed tonight. I’ll see it when it drips in my panties tomorrow and … At that point, for some reason, those same thoughts that were scaring me just a moment ago began to excite me. A lot. I mean A LOT a lot. And I started to cum. I didn’t know it at the time, but that’s what it was. My cunt muscles began contracting all down the shaft of his cock.
My body shook violently. I’d never had an orgasm before and didn’t really know what to do.
He was thrusting even harder and faster. “Oh, baby. Now you’re gonna get it. You ready for it? You ready for it? Squeeze me tight when I nut.” “No, don’t cum inside me! Oh God, please pull out! Pull out! Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, please, don’t cum in my pussy. I don’t want sperm in me!” The he stopped moving, pushed his cock in as deep as he could, and just held it there. He was making these deep, guttural groans.
As this was happening, his cock seemed to swell up even bigger inside me. I couldn’t believe how full that felt. And then … I noticed his cock was throbbing inside me. When I used to imagine what it would be like to be fucked, I thought I’d feel the cock squirt at the end. That it’s feel warm and wet or something. But it didn’t really. All I felt was that throb.
“Oh fuck, he’s cumming! I’m having a naked, hard, sweaty cock squirt sperm in my cunt right now!” All of this must’ve happened in a few seconds, but it felt like slow motion. To judge from the throbs and his groans, there must have been six, maybe seven big squirts of his goop. Each one I imagined as a jet of white cum splashing up inside me.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I thought. “He came inside me!! Fuck, how am I gonna get that stuff out of there?” My frantic mind started to imagine all those tiny little swimmers rushing deeper and deeper into my hole.
But even after he came, Jeff kept wiping his dick back and forth in me for a few minutes. He was moving much more slowly now, but still fucking me a little. In a bit, he stopped moving, his cock got smaller, and I started to feel some warm liquid overflow onto my pussy lips. Finally, he let it slide out, and rolled back over into the driver’s seat. I looked down and, sure enough, there it was: some white creamy stuff, about the consistency of liquid detergent or Elmer’s glue, was already dripping out of me onto the black leather seat of his car.
“Ah man, that was fucking awesome!” Jeff said smiling. “That felt SO good, didn’t it, Shari?”
“Yeah. Yeah, it felt really good,” I said with a quiver in my voice. I was afraid to say anything else. I wonder if he knew I’d never even had my bra off with a guy, never saw a dick before, certainly never had one up inside me, and DEFINITELY never let a boy squirt his cum up my cunt. And I hadn’t been planning on it that night either.
The next day, I told my Becky what happened, and she took me to her doctor who gave me the morning after pill. Just as I feared, the next day I suddenly felt this whoosh of sperm drip out of me into my panties, right when my brother and I were having lunch. Like a tsunami. I felt totally gross. I went to the bathroom as soon as I could and used some toilet paper to wipe it up. Now, even though it’s been nearly a week, my cunt still feels a little sore. And I don’t think I’ll be fucking again any time soon.
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