Fucked for the first time!

Although I had been sucking his cock regularly in the months since that first time in his car, Mr Rogers was keen to fuck me as soon as he could.  But he said he wanted to do it properly the first time - in a bed and not in his car. Eventually one weekend, the rest of my family planned to go to London for a football match, leaving me home alone for the day. He had been on to me for weeks about shagging me and when we could do it in my home. So I came up with a plan. A day or so before the weekend trip, I suggested to Mr Rogers that he took his dog for a walk along the lane behind our house and then slip into the back garden. He was a friend of my parents anyway and so it was not too unusual for him to be round at our house, but I wanted to make sure he did not get attention from the nosy neighbours!

Once he had tied up his dog, I let him in the back door and we started snogging like mad in the kitchen before he picked me up and carried me to the base of the stairs. Sadly, he was a middle-aged man and not fit enough to carry me upstairs, so I led him up the stairs to my bedroom and I can clearly remember him feeling my bum and saying all sorts of naughty things about what he was going to do to me

Now, 20 years or so later, I can’t remember much about all the different fucks I had from the age of 13 onwards. Quite a few men – most often married and always a lot older than me - fucked me in the years that followed and it is hard to remember individual experiences, but I obviously remember a LOT about the first time a stiff cock penetrated my pussy soon after my 13th birthday.

I can’t remember now who stripped who or what happened first, but  I do remember being totally naked in front of my best friend’s Dad, and him positioning me on the edge of my little bed, surrounded by all my stuffed animals (over the next year he insisted I left them there every time he fucked me at home). Mr Rogers spread my thin little legs a LONG way apart and held them there with his big hands until I got the message that he did NOT want me closing my legs… then he knelt in front of me, leaned forward and started to lick me down there! He held my buttocks in his big hands and pulled my almost hairless pussy into his face.

Oh Wow! This was exciting stuff for a little girl like me!  And I still clearly remember propping myself on my elbows to watch his balding head bobbing between my thighs as he licked and kissed and sucked on my pussy and clitoris…. I also remember falling back onto the bed as the feelings got stronger and instinctively I grabbed hold of his head and pulled his mouth hard against my throbbing little clitoris.  Many months later, Mr Rogers told me that it was one of the most exciting sexual moments he had experienced when he felt a young girl (me!) pulling the mouth of a much older man (him!) against my little pussy and urging him to lick and suck me harder.

When Mr Roger started to lick and kiss my pussy, it was the most amazing sensation and I came very quickly. In fact, even now, I can still come very quickly if a man is a good pussy eater. I come quickly - but then I am lucky and I will come and come and come and come. After all these years I can’t remember how many times he made me cum that first day, but it was a LOT! I felt hot and sweaty and he made me a very happy little girl.

Then it was time for him to fuck me. I was about to feel the first ever cock using my “fuck hole” (as I learned to call it later). He was naked as he climbed onto my little bed, a big 40-something man with quite a beer gut and a very hairy chest. Not at all the sort of “dream man” that we teenagers talked about!! But here he was – about to become my first ever lover. Mr Rogers pushed my legs back and made me hold them near my chest to give him a clear look at my wet pussy. Suddenly I felt nervous. I had wanted to try “doing it”, but now the reality was here – this 42 year old man was going to “do me” – and I tensed up. I didn’t say anything about feeling nervous, so I know that Mr Rogers was oblivious to my feelings. Without saying another word he lined himself up and tried to push his erection into me.

But I was too tense and tight for him to get his cock in. He tried hard to push his way in, but quickly realised that my pussy had clamped shut. He knew his way around women though and he brought his thumb onto my clit and started to massage me in the way that he had done many times over the recent months. I clearly recall the feeling of relaxation that came over me as the familiar feelings of stimulation built up and my body must have instinctively relaxed because without realising what had changed I suddenly felt his cock enter me!

Ohhhhhhh, it hurt! He felt HUGE inside me!

I was scared………. but also happy, worried and excited all at the same time.

I had pushed the wooden handle of my hairbrush in my vagina before, to see what it felt like to be penetrated, so my hymen was long gone. Also, Mr Rogers had stuck his fingers up me a while before: but a hair brush or three fingers in my pussy was nothing compared to the feeling of a real life cock, attached to a much older, much bigger, man being urgently pushed into me. I felt my pussy stretching as my body struggled to accommodate his thickness and length. Luckily I was VERY wet from the licking he had given me or I am sure he would have split my pussy badly…..

Anyway, after the initial shock of feeling 7” of fat, hard, cock being pushed into my pussy, it started to feel really good and I felt OK when he started to draw back and then firmly push it all the way back in. Oh how full I was! Stuffed full of adult cock for the first time and how exciting it was to feel the length of an erect cock held tight in my narrow little cunny.

Mr Rogers then lay down completely on top of me, and for the first time ever, I felt that wonderful feeling of being overwhelmed by a much larger body as he hooked his arms under my shoulders and held me tight to his body. Because I was so much smaller than him, my head only came up to his chest as he cuddled me and my face was full of his chest hairs!

He soon must have realised that he was making it hard for me to breathe because he took more of his weight on his knees and arms but for a few moments I felt completely overwhelmed and tiny under him as he started that familiar in-and-out fucking movements

My first fuck did not last long.

Not surprisingly, Mr Rogers could not hold back for long once his penis was gripped inside a tight little hole like mine. Very soon he started grunting and shuddering as he unloaded in me. He never asked if he could cum in me: he took it for granted that he could ejaculate inside my pussy. Indeed over the following year or so he never once asked if he could cum in my mouth, pussy or arsehole – he just did what HE wanted or needed. Whenever he needed to cum he did so, wherever he wanted to dump a load he did so. It soon become natural for me to let any man who had sex with me to do what HE needed and wanted. I grew to expect this sort of treatment and my body responded to it and I started to get turned on by men behaving that way. I am STILL turned on when men just USE me.

He was panting hard after the exertion of that first urgent, eager, fuck and pulled himself out of me and flopped onto his back, squeezed against me on my narrow little bed. His big body next to mine felt so overpowering and exciting and this is a feeling I have had from that day to this. Going to bed with a “big” man is such a turn on as I feel myself squashed beside or underneath him.

After he had pulled his slimy cock out of me it was time for my second major lesson in life. (Lesson 1 of course was “Good girls always swallow”).

Lesson 2 was “Good girls always clean the man’s cock after sex”

So I was taught how to lick and suck and clean up his cock with my mouth. It was a bit if a shock, of course, to taste myself for the first time on his wet and slimy cock, but I was very familiar with the taste of sperm and so it was not too bad. As he lay on his back, still puffing slightly, I rested my head on his belly and followed his instructions to lick and suck to clean all our fuck juices off his cock and then to play with him until he got hard again.

Then it was time for my first ever doggy fuck as he put me on my hands and knees and knelt behind me: his nice clean cock was now good and hard again. He gripped my hips tight and entered balls-deep into my pussy in one long, amazing, cunt-stuffing stroke. All the cum from his first load must have given his cock that extra lubrication it needed to slide all the way in at one go………………

 In this position he was better able to move his bog body and he fucked me hard and fast and deep. It was obvious that he was not worried about whether or not I could take a hard fucking. He just wanted to take ME and to enjoy a second, longer, fuck inside my little girl’s pussy. 

I obediently knelt in front of him and let him ride me. 

My eyes were shut tight most of the time - overwhelmed by the feeling of only my second-ever fucking.  But at one point I did glance over my shoulder at him kneeling behind me, head thrown back, his eyes screwed tight shut, obviously enjoying every sensation that my tight little body was giving him. I also caught sight of us in my wardrobe mirror and I could see this big middle-aged man, with his beer gut slapping against my tiny little bottom, my slim hips gripped tight in his big hands as he held my body in place and just USED my pussy !

My head flopped back onto the bed and my face was buried in the furry toy I was holding tightly to my chest. And I remember so clearly how I just closed my eyes and rode the waves of feeling that his cock was creating in me. 

On one of our later ‘dates’, Mr Rogers told me more about what happened on that first fuck session - how I made little whimpering noises every time he thrust into me and little gasps as my body took the battering he was giving it. At the time I didn’t know any of that was happening, but later he told me how turned on he was to hear me softly moaning and groaning. And then grunting more loudly as my little body was fucked harder.

I know I did NOT come the first day I had a cock in me, but I also remember feeling so happy that a grown-up wanted to fuck me and I distinctly remember the feeling of satisfaction I got when I heard him grunt out my name as he started to cum in me and how I actually felt his sperm being ejaculated deep in my pussy. To this day I can still recall the cry of satisfaction and triumph from my best friend’s Father as he reached his second orgasm of the day and started to unload inside me again. His cry of pleasure and him calling out my name were so exciting to hear and to feel at the same moment his semen flooding my pussy again. 

I was so happy that I had been able to help him cum twice during that afternoon and without being asked, I cleaned him up again with my mouth as he sat on the edge of my little bed. I knelt up between his chunky thighs and licked and sucked and cleaned every drop of my juices and his semen.  Once his cock was clean and dry he didn’t tell me to make him hard again and so I just climbed back on the bed and lay there naked: surrounded by the toys of a little girl, but knowing that I had been well-fucked and was now full of a older man’s seed. I fondly watched my mature lover (I have a 'Lover' now!!) as he quickly got dressed and left to go back to his family. Mr Rogers did not mind fucking my pussy if he had already cum in it but he would hardly ever touch my used pussy with his hands and certainly would never kiss or lick me down there after he had ejaculated in me. So I knew that he would not help me cum now: I would have to wait until after he had left.

I went and had a bath to wash off all the sweat and clean up my messy pussy and then fingered myself to a very nice orgasm as I remembered the feelings of my first ever fuck. By the time my parents and brother got back, my bedroom was clean and tidy and I hoped there was no sign that their good friend Charlie Rogers had been fucking their little girl upstairs J

That was quite a day and I still remember it so clearly…

As I have said before, these incidents are all 100% true, although I have had to imagine or re-create some of the details that I cannot recall now – like what I was wearing or what day it was! PLEASE let me know what you were doing as you read this or what you were picturing in your mind's eye. Let me have your comments and requests - either on this Blog, or on my Profile page.

If I get a good response I will try to post some more after my holiday

Love and kisses from your ever-horny, once-so-slutty

 Julia xxxxx