The Breaking of a New Dawn - How did you lose it?
Any good stories of shenanigans ultimately resulting in ones deflowering?
Edit: Good god, did not anticipate that this would come out so long,even if you don't feel like reading this whole mess, feel free to post your own story.
How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire.
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.-Dr. Seuss
Some statistics: I was sixteen at the time. Had been friends with this girl for several years prior, she was a year younger than myself.
There were two occasions prior to this event during which I had a chance to get with this particular girl. On the first I pussied out and didn't be the man that I should have by taking advantage of this vulnerable young lass during her state of rampid drunkiness whilist I remained completely lucid. On the second like the slut that she was, she took me into an empty room of a party we chatted momentarily before she asked me "who she was going to hook up with tonight?" I took advantage of this open door and proceeded to mack it with this girl for a few minutes, before she bends down to undue my belt, instead turns her head and vomits all over herself beginning the drunken sickness that overtook her for the rest of the evening. That is enough backstory for now.
On this particular occasion I had made the decision to hang out with a shady friend of a friend. We had met up in cars and were attempting to find a contact to alcohol without any plans for the evening other than getting drunk. He got a call from a group of girls, including the mentioned, beside the fact, the power had gone out at their house while their parents were out town and they took this as an occasion to drink, hospitably inviting us over. After a few failed attempts, and assuming that nothing was going to work out that evening, we got a call back after some time spent waiting, and strolled the aisles of the local thrifties picking out beverages for the evening. This was a time when I was rather enthused with the combination of steel reserve and mickey's...I would prefer not to divulge into the matter any further. Alcohol. Check.
The next series of events consisted of a twenty-five minute drive to the adjoining town, illegally parking to buy condoms like the responsible gentlemen that we were, driving the wrong direction down several one way streets and getting shit lost. Ultimately we made it to the party and due to our delay the already present members of the group were well ahead of my friend and myself. We drink our alcohol, roll and smoke several spliffs, and fast forward to the party winding down. Sitting on the couch, under blankets, surrounding a table of candles, this girl and I sit next to each other around the other individuals still awake. I get a little handsy under the blanket with minimal response. After a some heavy petting she finally turns to me and says, "so are you ready to go to bed."
We check the bedrooms to find them all occupied. I help her find and change her bra in the closet and we get a little tangled in the clothes. We go downstairs to a single bedroom to see another female friend who passed out earlier now asleep on her bed with a bottle of wine spilled over herself. My memory reminds me that we drunkenly ended up on the ground as VH1 played some shitty music videos in the background. We eventually make our way under the covers of the bed with our unconscious friend snoring beside us. Getting plenty slobbery and losing clothes, I find myself now ontop of her when she asks, "do you have any condoms?" I think back to our earlier purchase but didn't have a goddamn chance of finding them in such a mindstate and deside to stare back at her without response, before she says, "Have sex with me Grinch."
Boom baba, boom baba, about five to nine minutes and two positions in, I tell her to get on top of me because I was tired. She attempts to ride me as I remember it feeling more awkward than good. More focusing on the A-cups in front of my face I suddenly hear a high pitched shriek as the girl next to us woke up in a drunken moment of clarity, screaming "Are you having sex!"pushing my riding partner off the bed, off my dick, creating just enough friction allowing my eager teenage dick to cum buckets onto my own stomach in front of both party members resulting in another shriek and and awkward silence. I hop out of bed, throw on my pants and run upstairs. The girl that I had slept with found a couch and wanted to cuddle after making some awkward remarks attempting to shift the mood. Again, on occasion, I feel that silence is the best answer, and end up passing out on a scratchy couch in the the adjacent room by myself, waking up just early and sober enough to get the hell out of dodge.
Edit: Good god, did not anticipate that this would come out so long,even if you don't feel like reading this whole mess, feel free to post your own story.
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Anyway, I was having a bet with my mate Dave about who could fuck a girl at college first (UK College, so I was 16) and I lost it to a girl in which can only be described as a hazy mess of unprotected sex, Valium-induced confusion and then about 10 seconds of the most crappy sex evar. The bit i can remember best was leaving her fucking house. Still, I won the bet, and £10 was mine!
I also remember the bed being squeaky as fuck, and her dad was sitting downstairs watching TV. Nothing came of it though, and I think it was good. I can't even remember my previous relationship :facepalm:
A few quotes that stood out, good stuff gentlemen. :thumbsup:
I was 19, just moved into my own place...away from my buddy and his family's home I was living with for a while. He had a little sister, I think she was 16 at the time...total whore with a ton of guys. She wanted to hang out with me on Friday night, and I just had the keys to my place barely a week... with the only furniture being just a couple of those rollout cushion chair/bed things, bare bones at its best.
She had a friend that was visiting from town, this chick April....who she claimed was 14 or 15, and she SAID was a party girl/slut herself. So I take these 2 back to my place with a 12 pack and some weed, and of course in less than an hour these broads are buzzing. Next thing I know my best friend's sister calls me into my empty bedroom except for a sleeping bag, and literally begs me to fuck her. She had given me head once before, was good at it...and I ended up banging her for maybe 10 or 15 minutes.
She got either tired or nauseous, so I leave her alone and go back to the living room where April has now consumed about 2 or 3 more beers on her own...and is pretty fuckin smashed. I never got off with the other girl, so I start making my move on this one. She was a little hesitant at first because she heard us messing around in the other room, but in time my bullshit and the buzz broke down those walls. Sure enough I got her naked and doing my thing, but right at the point of penetration I realize she is waaaaaayyyy tight. I stop and ask if she is a virgin, she doesn't say anything...starts kissing me or something crazy.
I go down on her, get her real wet....still can't get it in. I ask again if she is a virgin, she replies how she'd like to try sucking on it. Well this girl sucked cock like a fuckin pro, she was a god damn natural how skilled she was at it. After a 69 for a while, and her getting me real wet and slobbery, I finally got my dick inside her.
Now in the middle of all this before I actually got it in her, the other girl wandered back to the living room and collapsed/passed out next to us on the other piece of furniture. She wakes up and starts watching us.....giggling and laughing like a silly drunk, and even talking about how "its like watching a porno". I didn't really give a fuck at this point...but at times when I did hear her snickering to herself I told her to STFU or go back in the other room.
So somewhere in the middle of this giggly drunk watching us, I finally managed to get my cock in this very sweet and pretty damn skilled little hottie. We get into a couple of positions, and once she gets on top and starts riding it...that is when I can't handle it any longer. I barely pull it out in time and blast my load all over her ass and back as she is still grinding up against my groin while she is moaning from my hot warm semen hitting her.
Shortly after she finds the bathroom, starts getting spins, spends a little bit of time puking. While she is in bathroom I'm asking other girl..."I thought you said she was a slut...you sure she wasn't a virgin?" And she still insists at that point April had got around plenty. It wasn't until we stopped at a gas station on the way home because of yet another round of puking did her friend realize the real truth......when April was all sprawled out in the bathroom floor with bloodstained panties as the tell tale sign of a recently destroyed hymen!
I tried talking to April all the way home once I found that out.....but she was too sick from the beer to hold much conversation. I sincerely felt a little bad because it is a helluva way for her to lose it on her first time, ya know? Hundreds of miles from home, from a guy she just met about 2 hours earlier, her friend laughing on and off through a lot of it, and she was KNOWINGLY the sloppy seconds after this friend....never to see or talk to the guy ever again. :eek:
Sad thing is...that is one of those one night stands, for all I know might have made a baby or something that night, since I did lose touch. So for any of you reading this born somewhere around 1990, who has a mommy named April that seemed to have a somewhat of a streak of a wild past....don't come knockin' on my door wanting to rekindle something with dear old daddy.
Otherwise, I lost it at 21. I was a stoner dork in high school, and even though l think I had a couple of chances I didn't capitalize.
I had just moved to a new town and had some cool new friends, I got loaded one night and told everyone I was still a virgin. This was met with more concern than scorn, and I think when I passed out they decided something needed to be done. Bless their warped little minds.
A few nights later I was at the bar and a woman "Andrea" I knew a little from a few parties came up to me and told me that some guy was hassling her and if I acted like I was her boyfriend she would would really appreciate it. I thought this was great, and felt way more comfortable dancing with her and holding her than I would of otherwise.
I offered to walk her home, but we ended up at my place. And even though some of my nerdyness was still holding be back, she gave me a look that even someone from Mars would know meant "yes, we are going to have sex, that is what I am here for, put down the bong and get ready to fuck, shy boy".
The sex was what it is for most the first time, awkward, short, but better the second time. I actually think I enjoyed knocking on my roomates door and asking him for a rubber more, it made me feel like a real man, he gave me a total shit eating grin and tossed me the box "fuck her silly 'C/O'".
It was when we were done that the interesting part began. We were lying with her head on my chest and I was just about asleep when she got up and started putting on her clothes. "Your'e not staying?"
"No I have to pick up my husband"
"Husband?"
"Yeah, he's back on leave tomorrow, don't worry, he knows I screw around, as long as it is only once in a while he doesn't care."
She left and that was that. She phoned me the next day too, nice girl, bit of a slut, but nice girl none the less. Over the next few days the real story came out, she was a pro grade cherry popper, half my friends had lost it to her, and when my condition was discovered, their course of action was obvious. The "act like my boyfriend" bit at the bar was not so much seduction, but a ploy to get me relaxed and comfortable with her.
Do I think this was a good way to lose it, meh, I'm 50/50, would have been nice to do it with someone closer to my own experience level and have had a few sessions of mutual learning. But on the other hand, the fact that she was married meant once the deed was done there was no question of me acting like a heartsick gimp chasing after a woman who liked to play the field. It was over that morning, and I felt a lot better for it.
And anyway, it was summer, the cold war was over, grunge was taking off, we had a huge house where lots of people partied, and I had long hair and could bash out some Nirvana songs on my guitar. By the end of the summer I had done a threesome with two 16 year olds, got my brown belt, and had my heart ripped out an shit on by the first of three girlfriends named Sarah. Good times kiddies, good times.
C/O
"My 'summer of 69', in 91, for sure"
If the Mum was a different name and I didn't look so much like my Dad, I'd get on the next plane to find you :cool:
Geez....I'm extremely jealous of first your friends, and whatever place you grew up in! :thumbsup:
There might be more names, but off the top of my head from around back then...where I never saw them again after one night stand....
Jane, Tracy, Becky, Nina.
I think there was a couple more....can't put it down to that time frame though.
Glad your daddy is so similar in appearance though......just so can save yourself airfare, and me a few nights sleep! :eek:
She and I were sort of friends and still are. I had been flirting with her all day and asked if she wanted to come over after school to fuck and hang out. We had sex in the shower and I was terrible. I hadn't told her that I was a virgin so when I shot my load so soon and started going limp she asked "What's wrong?" I couldn't come up with anything substantial and she got really plug and bitchy. She insisted on going home ASAP. About 5 years later we started fucking again but don't anymore. I told her then about how I was a virgin our first time and she appologized for being a bitch. She felt really bad but made it up to me with sex.
When I was putting things back in it, I realised there would be a bit of space and I could hang out in there - Kind of have it like a gang hut. I was 11. I was hanging out in the shed and my younger brother thought it was cool to do so also, and the girl from next door - she was 15 and would babysit when my parents would go out.
We spend hours in the shed, just talking and what not and we decided to play truth or dare - the dares were pretty tame to start off with but after a while it ended up with me kissing her and fingering her. I remember the first smell of pussy on my fingers and how much I thought it smelled bad (it was just hers - she was not a small girl and it was a hot day, extra hot in the shed).
This continued in the evening times for the coming week. Come the saturday, my parents went out in the evening and me and her went to the shed for kissing and me fingering her. We were still playing along with the premise of 'truth or dare' - probably to save her or my embaracement at what we were doing.
We came to the conclusion that being in the shed was a stupid idea - no parents in the house so why not go in. We continued with the game of truth or dare in the house and the dare was I get between her legs with me naked, but her with her track pants on - I remember they were shell pants - the shell material was split, but the cotton liner was still intact - I remember my dick pushing agianst her and she was soaking.
Bearing in mind I was 11, I had no preconceptions or hang ups about sex - I knew I could cum from masturbating, but did not suffer from premature ejaculation like many young men did.
I could feel she had no panties under her bottoms and I was almost fucking her - pushing her bottoms inside he slightly with my dick. She asked if I wanted to fuck and I said yes - she said go upstairs.
Confident as fuck, I went up there stairs with her following me. I can remember thinking
'I am actually going to fuck'.
As we reached the top of the stairs, I thought to myself
'do I actually want to do this?'
then I thought
'If I bottle it, when will I get another chance?'
I cannot actually remember the sex - not the first time anyway, as for a year I would fuck her numerouse times an evening three to four times a week. I kept it to myself - who would believe me - after all, I was the kid that did not have many mates at the time and people probably thought me a little wierd.
The sex kinda fizzled out when we had a falling out over something. She stopped babysitting and my mother got some one she worked with in a bar to watch us - more at that point to make sure I was not kicking fuck out of my brother as anything else.
This other girl was everything my first was not - tall, thin, long blonde hair, clever and refined - she was 19 and had recently split up with a guy she had been going out with for years.
Keep in mind, when I was a kid I mostly related to adults, not other kids and was clever and confident. Balling my babysitter for a year gave me some kind of magical confidence around women - I was still the nerdy shy one, but women could see something in me.
One night my parents were out, she was around and my brother was in bed. We were playing scrabble - she was drinking wine and we were having a laugh together. I started to push things in the direction I wanted them to go by making suggestive words on the scrabble board.
We were laughing and carrying on and trying to look at each others tiles - wrestling each other and before I knew it we were kissing. Kissing her was nice, compared to the first one, who was just sloppy. We ended up having lovely gentle sex and it was the first time I came in a pussy.
I think she was shocked and scared she could get pregnant and probably felt really bad about fucking someone that was not yet thirteen - I might have been near as tall as I am now, but I was still a boy.
We remained friends, but she never babysat again. I think my Dad worked it all out, I dont know how - when you are a guy you have a kind of bond with your Father (I do anyway) where communication is almost telepathic.
The first one let me learn to fuck on her, the second showed me how special it could be.
From it I got confidence and learned about how a womans body worked. Held me in good stead. From being 15 - 20 I fucked four women that lived in my street and neighbouring streets -all of them over 30, one of them in her 40's.
With girls my own age I would go through fits and starts - although I had girlfriends, no one was really seriouse and I could go a year without action and then I would go a month when I would have sex with two or three different girls around my age.
I think it has made me what I am until I met my wife I would fuck anything including friends wives and girlfriends, old women, the lot. Now, I still like to flirt with women (my job allows me to do this and my wife undertands it is part of my work), but now, rather than being a hunter that shoots it prey, I have become like a conservationist that takes pictures - not that I go around taking pictures of naked women - its the only metaphor I could think of for the way I am - fucking some one knew is not what its about, but it is a massive ego boost when you know they would fuck you at the drop of a hat.
I stick with my wife these days - I could not have her hurt for anything.
Dad?