Along with my top half I wore a short mini skirt, its frills barely hiding my inner groin area, but just enough so that my tight g string thong could not be seen, but easily accessed. This was complimented by my trusty denim jacket that swung at my shoulders, allowing my ‘assets’ to be the main focus of the many eyes around me. That night I had come prepared for my door to be opened by someone other than myself and you could tell, my clothes consisted of a small crop top revealing just enough to look slutty, but not like a hooker. Here’s how it happened.īeing a Saturday night it was only natural for me and my friends to find ourselves drunk and horny in some club in Plymouths city centre. And to this day it is still one of the best/ naughtiest fucks of my life. Like I said before, it was not until a few weeks after my 18 th birthday did I finally feel a cock between my thighs and the months leading to this point were the most painful and wettest months of my life. As you can probably tell, by this stage I began to become a little bit of a slut, my wardrobe consisted of tight outfits with very little material, a pantie draw consisting almost entirely thongs and many sexy items of lingerie, I was a naughty girl… still am. Along the months that led up to this night my pussy needed more stimulation over than my fingers and dildo, sure I had proceeded in my fair share of sexting with various guys from my area, (sharing pics of my firm c cup tits, with my thick brown hair slightly covering my nipples,) but that wasn’t the same… I needed to feel something. Despite this it was not until another party a few months later did I get my second taste of dick, I wanted it inside me that night, but he was a pussy, and could not fuck mine.
From that night onward, every time I laid my eyes on a hot guy my mouth would tingle and remember the feeling of hot cum dripping down my chin had he of not cum so early that night, the story I’m about to unveil would not have happened, it felt so amazing. My closet being at my friends 17th Birthday party, I was no stranger to parties… Or getting off with hot guys, but that night, hidden away in the depths of my mates walk in wardrobe I tasted my first cock, he gagged me so hard that night and I loved every minute of it, on my knees, submitting to my hornyness. I remember one night my mum walked into my room with my dildo hanging out of my hole, thankfully I had my duvet wrapped over me concealing my naughty secret.ĭespite this I made it to 18 without my hole being touched by another human being, the anticipation killed me each day, I wanted to fuck more and more but could never find the right time or guy. I started masturbating at the age of 15, to be honest that was pretty old in comparison to some girls my age, but once I started I never wanted to stop, every night after school I would rush in from the cold outside and remove the lock from my hidden draw under my bed, each night playing with myself harder and faster, with the dildo I brought from online skiving off school the day it arrived so I could hide it before my mum found it first.
My body knew that tonight was the night my cherry got popped, it felt right, I wanted it.