Initiation
I was nearly 19 (omg over 45 yrs ago) at my sisters 30th birthday party. The fellow that I was 'dancing' with (mid 20’s) brought me 'out the back' and after some ‘struggling’ as he tried 'French kissing' me he suddenly dropped to his knees put his head under my dress and abruptly pulled my knickers aside. To this day I remember being surprised by how soft his lips felt and how hard and searing his tongue felt as it darted in and out of my girlie places. I was absolutely shocked because I had scarcely heard of this kind of sex. The result of a sheltered, religious upbringing.
I remember trying to resist spreading as he forced for deeper access to my slit. But I did spread and only noticed how much I had done so when he came back up to kiss me again. We were both about the same height normally but I seemed to be about a foot smaller when we recommenced the 'frenchies' again. My knees were bent, my thighs wide apart I was supporting myself with my bottom pressed to the wall behind me. One of my panty legs were ripped leaving the gusset sagging away from (what I would now describe as) my fuckable, yearning pussy, although I didn’t realise it at the time. While my pleasure was enormous I was a bit afraid of it, too suddenly out of my depth I guess and was relieved when he ‘came up for air’.
I was living at home with Mam and Dad and sharing a room with another sister, so as I often did as a young woman, that night I moved my pillow down between my legs and as silently as possible brought all the pressure as I could on my clitoris which was still protruding at the apex of my slit. It would eventually ease itself in climax and I could sleep.
Neither of us got off during our innocent skirmish. You know parties like that, you get missed or there is the blowing out of candles so it was something like that which caused my sister’s friend to call everyone back into the hall and that was that... for then. Many years later, in recent times in fact, we met at a wedding of the daughter of a mutual friend and had the ‘maturity’ to recall our tryst. We aired a few reminisces, and read a few memory ‘notes’ of the occasion to each other and our spouses. I was so pleased that he had such a pre-cum staining on his underpants that he could not leave it in the family laundery basket in case his Mum would ask awkward questions. To this day I still call it my ‘baptism’, my iniation in many ways, a confidence and curiosity builder. Soon, later that year, I would taste semen for the first time.
I remember trying to resist spreading as he forced for deeper access to my slit. But I did spread and only noticed how much I had done so when he came back up to kiss me again. We were both about the same height normally but I seemed to be about a foot smaller when we recommenced the 'frenchies' again. My knees were bent, my thighs wide apart I was supporting myself with my bottom pressed to the wall behind me. One of my panty legs were ripped leaving the gusset sagging away from (what I would now describe as) my fuckable, yearning pussy, although I didn’t realise it at the time. While my pleasure was enormous I was a bit afraid of it, too suddenly out of my depth I guess and was relieved when he ‘came up for air’.
I was living at home with Mam and Dad and sharing a room with another sister, so as I often did as a young woman, that night I moved my pillow down between my legs and as silently as possible brought all the pressure as I could on my clitoris which was still protruding at the apex of my slit. It would eventually ease itself in climax and I could sleep.
Neither of us got off during our innocent skirmish. You know parties like that, you get missed or there is the blowing out of candles so it was something like that which caused my sister’s friend to call everyone back into the hall and that was that... for then. Many years later, in recent times in fact, we met at a wedding of the daughter of a mutual friend and had the ‘maturity’ to recall our tryst. We aired a few reminisces, and read a few memory ‘notes’ of the occasion to each other and our spouses. I was so pleased that he had such a pre-cum staining on his underpants that he could not leave it in the family laundery basket in case his Mum would ask awkward questions. To this day I still call it my ‘baptism’, my iniation in many ways, a confidence and curiosity builder. Soon, later that year, I would taste semen for the first time.
7 年 前
