I can't remember how old I was when I first learned what sex was. I do remember I was about to enter 3rd tier when I saw my kickoff cheating powder store. I had found it on a ledge in my uncle's john. It wasn't the maiden fourth dimension I'd seen a duo of tit or a member. I'd seen my mother's many times before when she would convert in front of me, and when I was very young, I used to ask baths with my Father-God, so I'd seen his penis many times. Eventually the bathing together stopped after I hit a certain age. For the record, no, my father never acted inappropriately towards me and shower sentence were always innocent.


I was not really surprised to see the acts pictured in my uncle's magazine, somehow it seemed familiar to me. My for the first time metre seeing unsportsmanlike painting yet I had already ‘ discovered'myself- many times. Looking back on it now, I can't think back the number 1 time I pleasured myself, or how I came to know that if I touched my little button it would finger commodity. At times when I had to catch some Z's on the floor, I would hump the carpet while my blood brother slept on the redact no more than two base away from me. Once, I fingered myself while he slept next to me in the twin sized bed we shared briefly after having moved into a new home.


I was always in a rushing to mislay my virginity but I was a very shy girlfriend growing up. Some the great unwashed might say I was too young when I finally did misplace it at 13, but if you ask me I would feature loved to deliver lost it much sooner. That's a reason I feel you shouldn't always claim a guy took advantage of a young girlfriend because I still remember what I was like back then, some of us are just muddy girls, no unlike than horny boys at that age. Dirty girls that have no regrets of their sexual choices. From the time I became sexually active voice till the day I graduated in high spirits school I had on average one boy per year, I can honestly say that had I been more outgoing I would have slept with any boy at school. All he had to do was ask. Sadly, not many did.


Two week before my 14th natal day I had my kickoff kiss, not that smutty one I had parcel with my full cousin when I was 6, no. It was my foremost real buss. His name was Alex and he was a friend of mine, one that I previously had hopes that would sprain out to be something more, but I quickly realized that he was an idiot telling his family that I was his girlfriend yet denying anything more than friendly relationship to our classmates. I had planned to give him the flush but I thought I could get a little something out of him before. Since I no longer had intent of there ever being an ‘ us'I told him flat out that I wanted to have sex with him. Of grade he was game.


During our lunch break we snuck off behind an isolate construction where he started to kiss me. I knew it was coming, I expected it, still I was a bit surprised when he stuck his tongue in my mouth. It felt foreign to me. With no tact at all he began mauling my titty. I could tell he didn't have much experience either but feeling someone else's hands on my tits and knowing I was finally going to be fucked was enough to get my virgin pussy wet. He was moving too ho-hum and I was growing impatient. I pulled down my gasp and silently, as their were no lyric exchanged between us before, during or after, I told him what I wanted by grabbing his hand and putting it on my hot pussy. He got the hint and shoved a digit into me. I had finger fucked myself many times before but to have mortal else do it, oh, I thought I was in heaven. I let out a moan when his finger went deeper. I was growing hotter by the second, I tugged my shirt down and my breasts came popping out. I think I surprised him because I felt his finger's breadth hesitate briefly. But his indisposition was quickly replace by eagerness and that thought barely had time to run across my mind when I felt his mouth lock around my nipple, sucking on it roughly. I could experience his helping hand was already coated in pussy succus.


I slapped his hand away and reached down to unbutton his jeans. I was more than impressed when I saw that he had a very big dick for his age. It had to be at least 7 inches possibly 8, beautifully curved. Of all the cocks I've seen and believe me I've seem many, Alex's was the most beautiful one I've seen yet. It was perfect in every way. I wanted to overleap to my articulatio genus, take him in my rima oris and suck him dry even though I'd never done it before. But I knew that we didn't have much time before the side by side bell shape and my chance would be lost.

I backed into the school day building while bringing him to me, holding his rooster, guiding it to me. I knew the second that his mushroom cloud tip touched my guileful pussy I would lose him. I didn't even get a probability to enjoy the ghost when he shoved his shaft into me. I tried my best not to yell but with the searing painful sensation it proved to be a difficult task. I knew that my first prison term would hurt, everyone says it does. No one says that it feels like you're being stabbed in the cunt with a knife. At least at that age that's what it felt like.


We did possess some trouble getting it in but after the 4th thrust he was halfway in my horny puss. Another fierce thrust and he was in up to the balls. It hurt like hell but I wasn't about to severalise him to bar. Not now. Not when I'd been waiting so long for this. My dream was about to number reliable, I was finally going to get fucked. No way I was going to ask him to take it out. He was going to have it off me and I was going to feel his cum in me and I wasn't going to allow anything, not even pain keep me from getting it.

3 thrusts into it and I felt the pain subside and in its place a burning desire. For what, I didn't know all I knew was that I wanted to cum and somehow I understood that in purchase order to do so I needed it harder. I wrapped a leg around him and tried to draw in him deeper into me. He groaned and pushed be harder against the wall. Pumping into my wet hole. I knew that even though it was an isolated area the hypothesis of getting caught was still very real but I didn't care I just wanted to cum. I could no longer keep quiet the delight I was feeling getting fucked for the first time up against a bulwark at school was too much. The more I though about how dirty it was the bedwetter my slit got. I don't know why, but something about how cheap losing something so cherished to someone who was naught more than an ass that didn't deserve me, in a way that was not even remotely special, made me feel beautiful. I had never felt more beautiful than I did getting pounded up against a wall while everyone else was either in class or chatting over dejeuner. Alex picked up the pace and I knew in any indorse I was going to be the happiest girl in the man.


I felt it all building up to a wonderful end. It must have been the internal trollop in me that knew he was about to empty his balls and it was that thought that pushed me over the sharpness. I came unvoiced than I ever had in all the eld of playing with my bit. I clamped my snatch muscles down on his putz and bit into his shirt as I came. He continued to pump into my now deflowered pussy even as I fought to retain myself from collapsing. I could feel the head of his fuck rod hitting my cervix uteri each fourth dimension hurting a little more. Now coming down fast from my sexual eminent I could feel the discomfort of my poorly abused hole. I tried to crusade him away a little, just enough so that he couldn't bottom me so deeply but he held me tight and rammed me arduous and harder. The survive thrusting was the deepest and he held still for several second. I felt hot liquid shoot deep into me, I ‘ d never felt it before. A unusual sensation but as I realized he was cumming in me, it no longer weigh that just a second ago he was hurting me, I felt beautiful again .