How it all Started
I got an email a couple days ago from an old friend of mine, Derek. Actually, that description doesn't do him justice. He was never really my friend, he was my brother's best friend when they were in high school. For me...well, Derek was my first fuck.
Derek was at our house almost every day when he and my brother were in high school. I was just the nuisance younger sister who was always around. I never gave Derek any more thought than any of my brother's other friends, except that he used to insult me. I realize now that that was his way of paying attention to me, but back then I just thought he was an ass. When he would insult me I would tell him to get lost, or beat it, or bite me, or, if my parents weren't around and my brother wasn't around to hear me and tell my parents, to fuck off. One summer day, when he was 16 and I was 13, I told him to eat my taco. I usually didn't get the last word with Derek, but that day that shut him up. I wasn't sure why at the time.
A couple days later, when my parents were at work and my brother was off doing whatever it was my brother went off to do, leaving me home alone, the door bell rang. It was Derek. He asked for my brother and I told him he wasn't home. He asked if my parents were at home and I said no. He asked if I was home alone and I said yeah (actually, I probably said something like "no shit, Sherlock"). He asked what I was doing and I told him I was just listening to music. When he asked if he could come in, I thought it was kind of weird, since my brother wasn't home, but I let him in anyway.
We went to the kitchen where I got us both sodas and then there was an awkward silence. Finally he asked me if I remembered what I'd said to him the other day, when I told him to eat my taco. I said yeah. After kind of a long pause, he asked if I meant it. I was surprised by the question, but I think I was even more surprised when, without really thinking about it, I answered yes. He hid whatever surprise he may have been feeling when he quickly asked if he could take me up on it now. As I started to realize where this was going, I said sure. I led him to my bedroom. I was wearing my summer outfit of shorts and a bikini top and when we got to my room I just dropped my shorts and jumped on the bed. I lay down and faced him and spread my legs. He just said "wow," took off his glasses, then kneeled down on the floor and dropped his face between my thighs. I had no idea what to expect, but was really excited, and very pleased by the feeling of his warm wet tongue parting my lips. I know he didn't know what he was doing, but after a slight pause right after he started, he started exploring and experimenting, licking all around the surface and the edges, then slowly going deeper with his tongue. I just barely had the beginnings of a bush, so I we didn't have to worry about that. The longer he went and the deeper he pushed, the more relaxed I became and I really started enjoying it. It felt weird, but very good, to have someone's tongue inside of me and I started to respond. My juices started flowing and I started arching my back and pushing my pussy into his face. That really got him going, as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper into me. I don't think he knew yet about the clit, or if he did, he wasn't thinking of it that day, leaving that discovery for a later time, but we were both enjoying the taco eating very much. It was getting him quite excited and after I don't know how long (it seemed like an hour - a pleasurable and exciting hour - but may have been only five minutes) he stopped and said "I have to fuck you." I told him I was ready.
Quite obviously, he was too. He got up and dropped his pants and I got my first sight of a penis. A fully erect, pretty good sized penis. I liked what I was seeing. He crawled up on the bed between my legs and kind of slowly, considering the circumstances, entered me. I don't know why, but my hymen was not intact and I didn't feel the discomfort some girls have their first time. I was still very wet and he was very hard so entering me went pretty smoothly. This was a good thing, because he wasn't in me more than 15 seconds before he came. It had barely sunk in that I was being fucked before he started groaning and I felt him cum inside me. He kept thrusting a long time, though, until he was soft. I wouldn't say I was completely satisfied, but I had enjoyed it and wanted more. When he quit pumping me, he lay on top for awhile, until his quite diminished dick finally just fell out of me. He rolled off me and we just lay there without speaking for a few minutes. Finally he got up and said he probably ought to get going. I said okay and watched while he put his pants on. I asked if we could do this again some time. He smiled and said sure. Then he left. When I heard him go out the front door I started playing with myself, sliding my fingers in and out of my very wet pussy. I couldn't believe the size of the puddle under my ass and how much cum still seemed to be inside of me. I lay there, slowly finger fucking myself, thinking "I just got fucked. I just had my first fuck."
After that, we were unstoppable. We were like little kids with a new toy. I started calling him whenever I was going to be home alone for a long enough time and he'd come over and we'd fuck. At first it was just missionary. He'd lick me for a few seconds, then penetrate and in a few minutes it would be over. We got more inventive, though, finding new positions (to us), and he started getting better at his licking, discovering and playing with my clit. At first we just fucked in my bedroom, on my bed. Then we moved to the floor, then standing up in the closet, then started moving around the house. The bathtub, the stairs, the living room, my parents' room, my brother's room. Anyplace we could think of that was at least a little tabboo, we fucked in. Eventually we'd fucked in every room and hallway and every closet that wasn't too cluttered. We had to do it in the garage and from there it was just a short step outside. We did it on the lawn, on the deck, in the pool (we particularly liked that one and that was the only place we did it for about a week). Then we started meeting places. I came to his house where in one busy morning we fucked on his bed, his parents' bed, and his sister's bed. His sister was older than both of us and there was something about the smell of her room, of her pillow case and her bed spread, that particularly turned me on. We fucked down in the creek, under the railroad bridge, behind the gym at the school, even on the roof of the gym at the school. We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. We never went places together. Whenever we got together, we fucked. If we saw each other in public, or if he came over to see my brother, we just treated each other like we always had.
One day, after we'd been doing this for about 6 weeks, he asked me to go down on him. I honestly didn't know what that meant. He said a blow job. I knew what that meant, but I didn't really know how it worked, but I figured, what the fuck, why not? So I took him in my mouth and once again my life changed. As soon as my tongue touched him, as soon as my lips closed on it, as soon as I tasted his hot salty cock and felt it fill my mouth, I knew this was what I was born to do. I was only 13, remember, and we didn't even have a computer, and even if we did, I don't think there was internet porn yet, maybe not even an internet. I'd never seen a porn movie, never seen anybody give a blow job, but I just knew what to do. I licked, sucked, stroked, let him fuck my mouth, even deep throated, all that first time. And when he came and I tasted his cum, that was it. From now on, whenever I fucked a guy, I was going to have to lick his dick clean. There is nothing in life I love more than the taste of male cum. For the rest of the summer, whenever we fucked, I had to blow him first. Luckily he was 16 and could cum all day (he actually said, "eat all you want, I'll make more), and he certainly didn't mind this new development.
When school started we didn't have the time or opportunity to get together much any more, only about once a week or so, if we were lucky. Then he did something that really changed my life. He told some friends about us. Next thing I knew, other guys were talking to me. I was cute, but not exceptional. And I was only a freshman. But all of a sudden, becuase word was out that I would fuck, older guys, juniors and seniors, wanted to be with me. By the time I was 14 I had a well-earned reputation as a slut, a reputation I have spent 15 years polishing.
Anyway, that's how it started. Thanks Derek.
Derek was at our house almost every day when he and my brother were in high school. I was just the nuisance younger sister who was always around. I never gave Derek any more thought than any of my brother's other friends, except that he used to insult me. I realize now that that was his way of paying attention to me, but back then I just thought he was an ass. When he would insult me I would tell him to get lost, or beat it, or bite me, or, if my parents weren't around and my brother wasn't around to hear me and tell my parents, to fuck off. One summer day, when he was 16 and I was 13, I told him to eat my taco. I usually didn't get the last word with Derek, but that day that shut him up. I wasn't sure why at the time.
A couple days later, when my parents were at work and my brother was off doing whatever it was my brother went off to do, leaving me home alone, the door bell rang. It was Derek. He asked for my brother and I told him he wasn't home. He asked if my parents were at home and I said no. He asked if I was home alone and I said yeah (actually, I probably said something like "no shit, Sherlock"). He asked what I was doing and I told him I was just listening to music. When he asked if he could come in, I thought it was kind of weird, since my brother wasn't home, but I let him in anyway.
We went to the kitchen where I got us both sodas and then there was an awkward silence. Finally he asked me if I remembered what I'd said to him the other day, when I told him to eat my taco. I said yeah. After kind of a long pause, he asked if I meant it. I was surprised by the question, but I think I was even more surprised when, without really thinking about it, I answered yes. He hid whatever surprise he may have been feeling when he quickly asked if he could take me up on it now. As I started to realize where this was going, I said sure. I led him to my bedroom. I was wearing my summer outfit of shorts and a bikini top and when we got to my room I just dropped my shorts and jumped on the bed. I lay down and faced him and spread my legs. He just said "wow," took off his glasses, then kneeled down on the floor and dropped his face between my thighs. I had no idea what to expect, but was really excited, and very pleased by the feeling of his warm wet tongue parting my lips. I know he didn't know what he was doing, but after a slight pause right after he started, he started exploring and experimenting, licking all around the surface and the edges, then slowly going deeper with his tongue. I just barely had the beginnings of a bush, so I we didn't have to worry about that. The longer he went and the deeper he pushed, the more relaxed I became and I really started enjoying it. It felt weird, but very good, to have someone's tongue inside of me and I started to respond. My juices started flowing and I started arching my back and pushing my pussy into his face. That really got him going, as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper into me. I don't think he knew yet about the clit, or if he did, he wasn't thinking of it that day, leaving that discovery for a later time, but we were both enjoying the taco eating very much. It was getting him quite excited and after I don't know how long (it seemed like an hour - a pleasurable and exciting hour - but may have been only five minutes) he stopped and said "I have to fuck you." I told him I was ready.
Quite obviously, he was too. He got up and dropped his pants and I got my first sight of a penis. A fully erect, pretty good sized penis. I liked what I was seeing. He crawled up on the bed between my legs and kind of slowly, considering the circumstances, entered me. I don't know why, but my hymen was not intact and I didn't feel the discomfort some girls have their first time. I was still very wet and he was very hard so entering me went pretty smoothly. This was a good thing, because he wasn't in me more than 15 seconds before he came. It had barely sunk in that I was being fucked before he started groaning and I felt him cum inside me. He kept thrusting a long time, though, until he was soft. I wouldn't say I was completely satisfied, but I had enjoyed it and wanted more. When he quit pumping me, he lay on top for awhile, until his quite diminished dick finally just fell out of me. He rolled off me and we just lay there without speaking for a few minutes. Finally he got up and said he probably ought to get going. I said okay and watched while he put his pants on. I asked if we could do this again some time. He smiled and said sure. Then he left. When I heard him go out the front door I started playing with myself, sliding my fingers in and out of my very wet pussy. I couldn't believe the size of the puddle under my ass and how much cum still seemed to be inside of me. I lay there, slowly finger fucking myself, thinking "I just got fucked. I just had my first fuck."
After that, we were unstoppable. We were like little kids with a new toy. I started calling him whenever I was going to be home alone for a long enough time and he'd come over and we'd fuck. At first it was just missionary. He'd lick me for a few seconds, then penetrate and in a few minutes it would be over. We got more inventive, though, finding new positions (to us), and he started getting better at his licking, discovering and playing with my clit. At first we just fucked in my bedroom, on my bed. Then we moved to the floor, then standing up in the closet, then started moving around the house. The bathtub, the stairs, the living room, my parents' room, my brother's room. Anyplace we could think of that was at least a little tabboo, we fucked in. Eventually we'd fucked in every room and hallway and every closet that wasn't too cluttered. We had to do it in the garage and from there it was just a short step outside. We did it on the lawn, on the deck, in the pool (we particularly liked that one and that was the only place we did it for about a week). Then we started meeting places. I came to his house where in one busy morning we fucked on his bed, his parents' bed, and his sister's bed. His sister was older than both of us and there was something about the smell of her room, of her pillow case and her bed spread, that particularly turned me on. We fucked down in the creek, under the railroad bridge, behind the gym at the school, even on the roof of the gym at the school. We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. We never went places together. Whenever we got together, we fucked. If we saw each other in public, or if he came over to see my brother, we just treated each other like we always had.
One day, after we'd been doing this for about 6 weeks, he asked me to go down on him. I honestly didn't know what that meant. He said a blow job. I knew what that meant, but I didn't really know how it worked, but I figured, what the fuck, why not? So I took him in my mouth and once again my life changed. As soon as my tongue touched him, as soon as my lips closed on it, as soon as I tasted his hot salty cock and felt it fill my mouth, I knew this was what I was born to do. I was only 13, remember, and we didn't even have a computer, and even if we did, I don't think there was internet porn yet, maybe not even an internet. I'd never seen a porn movie, never seen anybody give a blow job, but I just knew what to do. I licked, sucked, stroked, let him fuck my mouth, even deep throated, all that first time. And when he came and I tasted his cum, that was it. From now on, whenever I fucked a guy, I was going to have to lick his dick clean. There is nothing in life I love more than the taste of male cum. For the rest of the summer, whenever we fucked, I had to blow him first. Luckily he was 16 and could cum all day (he actually said, "eat all you want, I'll make more), and he certainly didn't mind this new development.
When school started we didn't have the time or opportunity to get together much any more, only about once a week or so, if we were lucky. Then he did something that really changed my life. He told some friends about us. Next thing I knew, other guys were talking to me. I was cute, but not exceptional. And I was only a freshman. But all of a sudden, becuase word was out that I would fuck, older guys, juniors and seniors, wanted to be with me. By the time I was 14 I had a well-earned reputation as a slut, a reputation I have spent 15 years polishing.
Anyway, that's how it started. Thanks Derek.
posted by Thumper at 7:40 PM
2 Comments:
Wow, you started young... and I think your brother's friend was damn lucky!
I think it would be cool to read about other notable events that lead up to where you are now... was well as reading the new stuff too (I bet you'll have some great stories after this weekend).
Thanks for the great blog posts. It's obvious you spend a lot of time making these entries and it's appreciated.
I really enjoyed writing this one. It's hard to believe that was all 15 years ago, my memories of that summer are so fresh.
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