1. How I Lost My Cherry


    Date: 5/4/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    point the laughing girls took a trip to the ladies room and left us to clean up the car. If I remember correctly, it was one day the following week that I met Bridgett's bus after school and we drove to my house. I got us something to drink (I'm not sure what, my Mom never kept Coke or anything like that in the house) and it wasn't long before we were both naked on the couch in the living room (under the bay window). I didn't have any rubbers so I didn't even try to fuck her (I was a virgin then too) but we ended up doing 'frontage', me on top sliding my hard-on along her slit and stomach. I really slimed up her belly and chest, some of my cum hit her shoulder, and she giggled as she pushed me away. She sat up quick and pushed a few drops up her stomach, away from her pussy. “Well, get some paper towel!” she said as she made sure my sperm hadn't gotten anyplace near her crack. Today, I cherish the image of the eleven year old with her front all gooey with my sperm. Unfortunately, she caught hell for not checking in at home after school before going to a 'friends' house and was on restriction for a week—no double date that weekend and no visits from me, only a couple very short phone calls. Finally, almost two weeks later, the four of us were out on the town again. This time we ended up wondering around the Mall in Washington. We were in the woods that are on the north side of the reflecting pool (where the Viet Nam Memorial is now), and Bridgett and I were rolling around in ...
    the leaves. It had cooled off quite a bit, we were both wearing jackets and the like, but I had my hand down her pants and she was stroking my cock with cool hands. I ended up spraying my spunk all over the front of my jacket. When I came I pushed two fingers hard into her and she sort of hissed and pushed my hand away, then rolled away from me. I remember holding my hand up in the dim light and seeing that it was sticky and dark. I didn't realize what had happened until a few minutes later when we went back onto a walkway and I saw that there was bl**d on my fingers. Stupid me, at first I thought she was having a period until she made the wry comment that “she couldn't call herself a virgin anymore.” I seem to remember that it was just the following night that we actually did it. It was up in my bedroom, missionary style, with a rubber, and short. From then on we were fucking like rabbits every day after school. The memories of watching my rubber encased cock slide in and out of that hairless pussy have lasted me a life time—never since have I had the opportunity to relive those times. Well, all good things must come to an end. One evening Gary and Margret got busted out in his little house. In the ensuing row Mrs. Van Westhous put two and two together—some close questioning of Bridgett about what she knew about her b*****r. It was normal for Mrs. Van Westhous and my mom to talk a lot on the phone, it was not normal for me to be summoned to my parents bedroom after they hung ...
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