Have I told you about Steve? He was two years
above me at school. Tall, slim, long dark hair – well, it was
the 70s! Some of the girls in my year thought he was a bit of a swot
but I kind of liked his dry sense of humour and the fact that he didn’t
join in with the crowd. I used to see him on Saturday mornings when
he was playing football and I was in the hockey 1st Eleven. When our
match was over, I used to go and watch him play. He was pretty good
and the fact that he looked great in shorts didn’t hurt!
One Saturday just before the end of the season, I had my 15th birthday.
All my class was invited plus some of the lads from the two classes
above cos some of my mates were going out with them. Sally’s boyfriend,
Paul, asked if Steve could come as well and I wasn’t going to
argue!
On the day, once hockey was over, a bunch of us girls went into town
to shop for outfits. My mum had organised food and drink and
everyone was expected to bring booze along as well, so all we had to
think about was looking gorgeous!
Sally and I were in Top Shop, trying on the smallest, tightest minis-skirts
we could find. My legs are definitely my best feature, although my tits
then were firm and high with large pink areolas and perky nipples which
hardened in the slightest chill. Sally was a bit shorter than me, with
short black hair and beautiful brown eyes.
Her tits were fantastic and I loved to see them in her tight, low-cut
tops. When we stayed over at each other’s house she let me play
with them, feeling the smooth, round globes and sometimes I would suck
her nipples like a baby. She liked her boyfriends to do the same whilst
they fingered her and she would frig herself whilst I sucked her tits
and pretend she was getting fucked. Sally lost her cherry when she was
13 but I still had mine. I was in no hurry to lose it, although if Steve
wanted it ….!
We bought skirts, tops to show off our tits and make-up. Sally wanted
to look her best for Paul. They’d been going out for nearly a
year, which at our age was a record, and had been having full sex for
most of that time. Paul was ok but a bit brash and noisy for me. He
liked chatting up the girls and I sometimes wondered how Sally put up
with it. I was sure Steve wouldn’t be like that!
The party was in full swing when Paul and Steve arrived. Sally and I
had both had quite a bit to drink – my mum had made us a fruit
punch but once she was out of the way we had quickly tipped in all the
spirits we could find and the result was potent, to say the least. Sally
whispered to me that she wasn’t wearing panties under her short
skirt so that Paul could get at her easily and he lost no time in finding
out. She and Paul found a dark corner almost as soon as he arrived and
I could see his hand moving between her legs within seconds.
“Looks like someone’s having fun already”.
I jumped at the dry voice behind me and turned round to see Steve also
looking over at Paul and Sally. Knowing he was watching them petting
made me blush to the roots of my hair. Steve looked down at
my flushed face, the pink glow extending down my neck and across my
exposed chest in the low-cut top.
“Embarrassed Janie?” he grinned. “Surely not?!”
I gulped. “Er, no, of course not”, I said, “Just glad
they’re enjoying my party”.
“And do you wish it was you over there with Paul, then?”
he asked.
“Oh god no!” I said without thinking. “He’s
not my type at all”.
“Really? So, what is your type then Janie?”
Oh shit, I thought. How do I explain you are?
“Er, um, well …..” I began
“Oh come on, Janie, you must have some idea!”. Steve leaned
closer
towards me and I could smell cologne or aftershave or something. Whatever
it was, it was lovely and I leaned in towards him.
He slipped his arm round my waist to support me. The punch was really
kicking in now and I felt quite woozy. Steve’s arm round my waist
felt soooo good and then I felt his hand start to slide up and down
my ribcage. Instantly, a gush of wetness spread between my thighs and
I felt my nipples harden. Steve must’ve felt, if not heard, my
gasp of pleasure and the next thing I knew he was leading me upstairs.
All the bedrooms by now contained heaving bodies and I could hear
giggles and fake screams from under the piles of coats in my parents’
room. Steve led me to the bathroom and as soon as it became vacant,
he pushed me in and locked the door.
“Well, little Janie”, he said. “15 today then. Only
one more year and you can fuck legally”. As he spoke, he stroked
my tits though my top and my nipples stuck out like organ stops. “Hmmmm
– looks like you’ll find it hard to wait – and talking
of hard ….”. Steve took my hand and pushed it against his
groin. I could feel a long, hard bulge pushing against my hand and I
rubbed it gently. Steve groaned and I felt his jeans become damp where
my hand was. I looked up at him and rubbed a little harder and heard
him groan again before his mouth came down on mine and pushed his tongue
deep into my mouth. I hadn’t French kissed before but I soon got
the hang of it, I can tell you!
Moving one hand behind my back, Steve slipped his other hand under my
skirt and found my soaking wet panties. He rubbed my mound through the
fabric until my juices were just pouring out of me. In my drunken state,
I spread my legs wider and bent my knees a little so he could slip his
finger inside me. “God, you’re tight”, he whispered,
as his finger stroked my cunt, spreading the wetness round the tops
of my thighs. His thumb diddled at my clit as he fingered me.
Just then, someone hammered on the door. Lifting his mouth off mine,
Steve told them to fuck off. “Sounds like you’re doing just
that” laughed a male voice on the other side of the door and then
Steve returned his attention to me.
“Have you fucked before”, he asked me.
“Nooo”, I said, breathless with the feelings racing around
my cunt. My tits felt twice their normal size and I desperately wanted
to feel Steve’s mouth on my nipples.
“Excellent”, he whispered, pushing his hard cock inside
his jeans against my belly. God, it felt huge!
A tiny corner of my brain kicked in at this point and I pulled my mouth
away from his. “I think maybe we should stop, Steve”, I
said,
“before we go too far”.
“Mmmmmmmm” was all he said, as he pushed himself harder
against me. I was up against the basin and the hard edge pressed into
my buttocks. “Stop it, Steve, you’re hurting me”,
I cried, pushing against his chest.
“Am I, little Janie?”, he taunted. “Oh dear ….”.
I was beginning to get scared now. “Stop, it Steve, please. I
don’t like this”, I begged.
He lifted his head away from me and looked down at me.
“Really?”, he drawled, “You could have fooled me babe.
I bet you put out to all the boys, don’t you – hot little
cunt like you”
His words were like a slap and I got really frightened and started pushing
harder at his chest. Without a word, he spun me round so I was pressed
over the basin, my back to him. With one hand, his strong arms pinioned
mine and with his spare hand he pulled my panties down round my knees.
I started to cry but it seemed to make him more determined. I heard
the zip on his jeans go down and then he lifted my skirt and pressed
his warm, naked skin against my bare bottom. “Spread your legs,
babe”, he whispered, “otherwise this will hurt you”.
Whimpering, I did as I was told. I couldn’t get my feet very far
apart because my panties were caught round my knees but by bending my
legs a little, they dropped lower and I was able to kick one foot out
and my thighs opened. Steve rubbed his hand down my crack and between
my legs. My cunt betrayed me. It was hot, wet and swollen and I was
just starting to enjoy the feel of Steve’s fingers when I felt
something much bigger and harder pushing against my bottom.
“Can you feel that babe” he whispered urgently. “That’s
my babymaker and it’s going to fuck you bareback in a minute.”
I struggled in earnest now. Steve’s hot, hard man meat was going
inside my cunt with nothing to protect it? I was too young to go on
the pill – as far as my parents were concerned, only sluts let
boys go all the way before they were engaged. My wriggling arse cheeks
against Steve’s groin only seemed to make things worse, though
and I heard him groan and felt something wet on the back of my thighs.
“Can you feel me leaking on you?” he said. “That my
pre-cum to make your cunt nice and slippery for me.”
“Steve, please, don’t do this to me”, I begged again.
“It’s too dangerous and besides I …. I’m still
a virgin…..”. I felt myself blushing again at the admission.
“You’re joking aren’t you? Sally’s best mate
and you’ve still got your cherry? Yeah, right!” he laughed.
Just then, someone else banged on the door. “Fuck off”,
yelled Steve again. It was Sally.. “Janie, are you in there? Are
you ok?”, she called. Steve pressed me harder against the basin
and I felt his cock slip between my arse cheeks.
“Yessss” I called out, breathlessly.
“Go away Sally”, called Steve “Your little friend
is about to get the fuck of her little life and she doesn’t need
an audience!”. Sally banged harder on the door. “You shit,
Steve”, she called. “Janie’s still a virgin. You can’t
fuck her for the first time like this!”
“Oh, so you’re in on the fiction as well, are you Sally?
Well, we’ll just have to see won’t we?”
With those words, Steve grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my pussy
lips. It felt huge and very hard. I started to cry as I imagined the
pain as his meat forced its way into my cunt. “Push your arse
out at me, babe”, he growled breathlessly. I could barely move,
pinned against the basin, his weight holding me in place but I managed
to buck my hips back a little. The head of his erection pushed into
my hole. I could hear Sally still shouting outside the door as, holding
me firmly in place, Steve thrust his rod further into my sopping wet
passage. “Christ”, he muttered, “You’re so fucking
tight.” Suddenly, he felt my hymen. “Fuckin’ hell”,
he muttered, “You were telling the truth.” “Of course
I was”, I said crying hard now. His cock was far too big for a
little virgin cunt like mine and the burning pain of it was agonising.
I felt him withdraw a little and then suddenly he rammed himself home,
popping my cherry and filling me to the brim with his dick. I screamed
as he deflowered me and I could hear Sally cursing him outside the door.
Steve’s hot, hard maleness drove into me relentlessly and, amazingly,
the pain began to ease. As I relaxed, I felt my juices flow stronger
and Steve must have felt the difference as he stopped holding me down
and instead held my hips as he pumped steadily in
and out of me. I could feel his balls bouncing off my bottom as his
cock hit my cervix and I felt a hot, tingling sensation deep in my belly.
Suddenly, Steve slipped a hand round the front of my pussy and massaged
my clit gently. He was whispering “good girl” over and over
into my ear and I began to push back against him in time to his rhythm.
His thrusts got longer and deeper and faster until he suddenly cried
out that he was coming and I felt hot, wet jets of liquid pulsing into
my cunt and flooding up into my womb. The sensations in my belly were
out of control and my first orgasm with a man took me by surprise as
the spasms tore through me and made me cry out in pleasure. I think
I blacked out for a moment, because the next thing I remember is facing
Steve again and his mouth sucking hard on my nipple. Aftershocks of
my climax ran through me as Steve’s mouth worked on me and I held
his head to my breast and stroked his hair as he suckled.
After a few minutes, Steve straightened up and fastened his jeans. He
helped me back into my panties and brushed my hair straight with his
fingers.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked.
I felt violated and humiliated – but also complete and a woman
at last. My cunt was on fire, my tits were sore from the chewing Steve
had given them and, as I walked out of the bathroom, I felt his semen
sliding out of my hole and soaking my panties all over again.
Unfortunately, though, not all his seed escaped and I was well and truly
knocked up, although it was several weeks later before I faced
up to the truth that I was going to be another statistic, a gymslip
mother. Still, I reckoned that if I had to be made pregnant, I could
have done a lot worse than be done for the first time by a sexy guy
with a 9 inch dick!
Sally was a bit pissed off, though, cos my tits got a lot bigger than
hers!
