My first experience with sex and the reality of my naivety

This guy I saw off and on, was at a small *gathering* at his sister’s house. Her boyfriend and best friend were in the kitchen drinking and smoking, and my guy, Matt, offered me some drink he’d concocted with rum.

I had always been wary of being out of control. So drinking was usually a hang up to me. But this time, I figured it was about time I joined the party. I was 22. I had long, blond soft hair and was thin from years of being *good* aka exercise queen.

That night I had on a lacy tank top with some ripped up jeans. They hung loosely on my hips and the edge of my silk string bikini panties were slightly visible. I knew this only because Matt kept wrapping his arms around me from the back as we stood in the kitchen, resting his hands right at the waistline, where he played with the thin strap. I had not intended for anything to happen that night.

He had actually shown some interest in this new girl he had met and I thought we were just going to hang out. But as I sipped the drink, and the warmth of it slid down my throat, I realized something would be different tonight. His hands were restless on my hips and he kept pulling me into his body. Every now and again in conversation, he would push my hair off my neck and graze his lips in its curve. His sister kept looking at me and smirking.

I was a little embarrassed by his actions, so I moved away, but in doing so, I pushed off his crotch with my ass, and felt how hard he had become. The drink had started taking an effect over my steadiness. I was such a light weight. His sister’s boyfriend, made some comment about the room being chilly, and I could feel my face turn red when I realized my nipples were hard and pressing through the lace material.

Matt smiled and turned me toward him, then took me outside, defending me mildly to the comment, saying we needed air. When we got out there, he lead me to this little camper his sister had in the backyard. He followed behind me to the door, and just as I went to open the door, he slipped his hand between my cheeks and squeezed a little, saying ‘I bet you are sweet as peaches.’ It scared me a little, because I wasn’t sure what he meant by that and it made me feel some wetness in my panty. I was a little naive to say the least.

Once inside the door, he pushed me against the flimsy table and started kissing me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth, feeling my teeth, caressing my tongue. It was hungry, and it made my stomach ache. His hands gripped my hips so hard it hurt and he moaned my name.

He found the button and zipper on my jeans and started to push them down, but my hand blocked his efforts and that seemed to make him more crazy to feel my skin. By now he had moved my body towards the small bed in the back, once again, holding my body from behind, except now he pushed at my tits, kneading them and pinching my nipples until I cried out in a whimper.

When he turned me around, he slid my top off and sucked and bit my nipples, which made me want to feel in his pants and see how hard I had made him just by being there. It made my clit pulse and I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop him once he got to the bed.

As he pushed me onto the bed, he began fumbling with his own jeans, and pulling his shirt off over his head. His chest and stomach muscles were tight with just a hint of a trail of dark curly hair leading down to the hard piece of him I was about to learn more about. Then he told me to take off the rest of my clothes, and lay on my stomach.

I told him I was scared, but he didn’t seem to hear me, he just gently lifted my ass in the air so I was on my knees and kneaded my cheeks with his hands until they were finally right near my cunt. He pushed my legs apart further and I could see him from the side, stroking his cock, then venturing into my privates again. He put his fingers around my clit, rubbing and pinching and circling my cunt.

My body shook and the tingling I felt was making me dizzy. All of a sudden he tried to push his cock in my cunt and a wave of pain shot through the center of my legs. I tried to reach down and push it away, holding where he had ripped into me, but he slapped my hand away, and rolled me over. ‘You just have to relax.. it will feel good, I promise!’

Then he had me sit up and pushed my head to his cock. ‘Suck it,’ he said.

I surrounded it with my mouth, pushing my tongue on his shaft and sucking as I pulled back then grazed my teeth gently back as he moaned. I got off on the sound and started to suck harder, and taking him in deeper. I used my silk panties to wrap around his balls and push on the space between his anus and his sack.

He was as rock hard as they came by that time and he wanted to fuck me then and there! He pushed me back down, held my hands above my head, and used his knees to spread my legs as far as he could, then he freed one of my arms, to raise up my ass force his dick into me. The pain was intense at first, but then it stated to just feel warm with friction.

He slammed into me trying to go deeper, and as he fucked me, his pubic bone pushed against my clit, rocking it into a frenzy. I started to scratch is back, grabbing his ass, arching my back. I slid my hand down between our wet skin, and opened my lips wider, and held my legs open wider. Then he slammed into me one last time and it made me feel like he was splitting me in two.

He fell onto me, pulsing the last of his cum into my body, until I couldn’t feel the walls of my cunt tingle anymore. When he pulled out, he pushed my lips open and stared at my parts with a smile on his face, just lightly tracing their lines. He slipped a finger in me just to see me jump, then, got up to go clean off.

I was sore there for 2 days. But it turned on a switch I don’t neglect anymore.