Where it happened: Dance
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had gone to this wedding reception with my boyfriend and I was still a virgin prior to this incident.
My boyfriend was eighteen and I was fifteen, but my parents trusted him and thought he was the nicest kid there was. We were high school sweethearts. I was in the junior grades and he was already a senior, but we had been going together for a year and really thought we loved each other and wanted to get married at the time.
My boyfriend had already done it with a girl before but I was still a virgin and really wanted to wait till we were married. Obviously however because we were in love there were times it almost happened, but it didn’t; and I would suck his cock and he’d be happy. It would happen sometimes several times a week and though I wanted him to do the same to me he never wanted to. The only time I had an orgasm was when I masturbated myself. He didn’t seem to even be aware I had a clitoris, that girls might be aroused as much as boys!
I had had a little too much punch that night, not realizing at first that someone had spiked it with vodka, and then something happened and my boyfriend and I had had a fight. It was then that I had gone out back into the alley behind the community hall and was crying when a guy I had never seen before came out there as well, and then thinking no one else was close he took his penis out and began to pee into some bushes.
It intrigued me that his penis was so long that he could let it go, his hands beside him as it hung there as the pee flowed out from it just like a fire hose! I admit that I was somewhat aroused by its size, and the fact that he was also uncut, that his penis still had a foreskin, the knob barely peeking out from underneath! I could see it clearly, being only several feet away, hidden in the darkness of some bushes. The moon was bright enough that I could even see the pee as it was squirting out and disappearing in the trees!
He turned his head and then he saw me, at first quite obviously embarrassed. He said that he was sorry and that he didn’t realized I was there. I said it was okay. My boyfriend always held his cock when he was peeing! Perhaps he had to? It wasn’t long enough to let it hang, to let it swing and sway and feel the fresh cool air.
He said that he hadn’t seen me perhaps because of the large bush that I was sitting beside, half hidden in the barely lit alley. He sat beside me and asked why I was crying. I told him that my boyfriend was a jerk, that he had embarrassed me in front of several of his friends. He put his arm on my shoulder and said it was okay and that he had just broken up with someone as well. He said she was a jerk as well. We made friends quickly. He was older than my boyfriend, perhaps already in his early twenties, but I thought that he was really really cute and wondered what it might be like to be with him, an older guy who knew the way to treat a girl and make her feel like she was special.
He asked me if I’d like for him to drive me home. I said okay.
We were a short distance from where I lived when he had pulled the car into a park not far from where I lived and then he put his arm around me and we started making out. I thought he was the hottest guy that I had ever been with, and I was falling for him as his hand went up my thigh beneath my skirt. I pushed his hand away to let him know I didn’t want him to, but then I did. I didn’t want for him to think I was that easy.
Despite the fact I really liked him he was also still a stranger who I had never even met before! We kissed again and used our tongues. This time I didn’t stop him as his hand went up, then pushed aside my panties, his fingers playing softly in the small mound of soft pubic hairs between my thighs. He wasn’t rough, like other boys who I had been with. He knew exactly how to touch a girl and feel her up!
I was still real mad for something that my boyfriend did to me that night, the way he spoke to me in front of several friends. Was it revenge? I wasn’t sure? Gently, oh so gently now, as though perhaps he knew the way I felt! I moaned. The tiny bud between my lips was now aroused, his finger knowing well the things to do. It seemed there were no secrets that I had, as though he knew exactly what to do, as though his fingers were my own, the way I touched myself while in the early stages of becoming aroused, prior to the act of masturbation, that thing that I did privately when others weren’t around!
He kissed me as my tongue went in his mouth, my clitoris responding as I felt myself begin to lose control, now overwhelmed! I hardly even realized that my panties now were on the floor, my thighs spread open to his touch, my entire body now reacting to the things that he kept doing, the way he teased my clitoris and caused me to respond! I now wanted for his finger to go in the narrow entrance of my vagina, for his finger to fuck me like he might do with his cock, then suddenly his face went down between my thighs. I gasped, and thrust myself toward his tongue. He savored me. His tongue caressed the pubic hairs, then went within! I moaned in ecstasy and pleasure all at once, my clitoris responding to his tongue! I fucked his finger like a cock, my hips responding to his tongue!
Suddenly he stopped, then got on top, his penis in the wetness of my crotch! I gasped! The length of it went in me all at once! We fucked!
We lay there in each others arms when we were done, his cock still in. He asked if it had hurt when it went in? I shook my head. The experience of orgasm, except for masturbation had never happened to me before. I had cum almost as soon as he went in! It had happened several times before he’d done!
His cock still slowly fucked me as we lay there, now quite soft, but the gentle strokes sufficient just to tease me, his hands now playing with my breasts. We talked. We kissed. He sucked each nipple on my breasts, then said he loved me. I asked him then how old he was. I asked where he was from? He told me he was twenty-five. He was the cousin of the girl we knew who had gotten married and who we were having the reception for that evening. He then confessed that he was also married. The girl of whom he had spoken of had been his wife. They had two kids, but she had cheated on him. He had moved out, but they were trying now to work it out and continued fucking one another once or twice each week. She liked to fuck and so did he. He fucked me as he talked about his marriage, and his kids, how much he loved them. He squirted seed. I wondered if he gave me kids as well? I asked him what he’d do if I got pregnant with his kid? He didn’t know. He wasn’t sure.
He drove me home. I never saw him after that again. Sadly perhaps, it was what really happened my first time, a true story. Right after that I broke it off with my boyfriend and admit to trying numerous times to contact my ‘first lover’ wanting to relive what we had done that evening in the park not far from where I live.
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