Chapter 10

My first fuck with a guy was something else! I was young and wild, always getting into mischief, making out with boys and girls, my pussy so hot it could set the whole city on fire. I think I just hadn’t done anything before because there was no place to do it, so my first time ended up in a little room where they stored the residents’ bikes in the building. I remember the day perfectly — it was a Friday during a long holiday weekend, the condo was deserted, and I went there myself, wearing a skirt, to meet him.

We’d make out but nothing too serious, all over the clothes, then I’d go home and rub one out! I remember I was dying to grab his dick, but the poor guy! He was way too slow. Downstairs, he was waiting for me in the playground, and we jumped right into kissing! It didn’t take long before we looked for a spot away from the cameras. I remember that day I wanted to go without panties, but I didn’t have the guts and just threw on some cute ones instead. We’d just found this new hideout. The bike room wasn’t visited much, and you could hear if anyone was coming — it’d be where we’d hang out.

Inside, he pinned me against the wall and started squeezing my ass. It was funny how he did it, massaging like he thought it’d make me cum that way; at best, he just pushed my panties inside! In that makeout session, I had to work up the courage until I finally did it — I slid my hand over his shorts, feeling something big there, and damn, he had a nice bulge. It was hard as a rock; when I squeezed it for the first time, he let out a little moan, and I waited for the slowpoke to take the lead, but nothing… Makeout after makeout… he started kissing my neck and working his way down, it gave me chills all over! He’d give little nips on my nape, and I’d lose it, letting out moans to egg him on — every time I did, he’d grin like he was pleased.

My horny boy decided to go for my chest. I pulled down the strap of my top and gave him a view of my right tit. My boobs have always been perky and firm, with pink areolas and a nice small size. I still remember the feeling to this day — it was kinda chilly that day, and the contrast with his hot, wet mouth sent a shock through me and gave me instant goosebumps, but that tingle went straight down there, for real! I could literally feel it buzzing! My panties were soaked; I could feel it. I think he’d never had a tit in his mouth before in his life — he spent forever on my right one and forgot I had another! He only switched when I pulled it away and shoved the other in his mouth. I’d never felt anything like it; sometimes he’d nip too hard, but overall, it was so good! I didn’t want to leave that spot.

By then, my hand was tired of squeezing over clothes and decided to free the boy from the stuff holding him in. It was hot — that was my first impression; I wanted to take a look, but I was super embarrassed! I started doing what I thought was a handjob, and I cracked up at the face he made as I went up and down with my clumsy hand. My hand isn’t that big, and I remember I couldn’t even close it all the way around him. Out of nowhere, he took charge and groped me under my skirt and over my panties; I wanted to act mad, you know, play that sweet little game? But I ended up letting him. He’d given me a few squeezes like that before, and I knew how it felt. I wanted to suck his dick, and it was like he read my mind — he asked before I could even say anything.

I leaned down, grabbed it with my hand, and took a close look — oh my God, dick is hot but kinda ugly, right? My first thought was: How the fuck is this thing gonna fit inside me? It’s gonna rip me apart!

He was really big, with a shiny head, all wet; he was circumcised, and I thought the head was the prettiest part. Then, of course, I gave it a sniff — a friend had given me that tip — and shoved it in my mouth! I didn’t know how to give blowjobs, but I’d seen some videos and made do with what I knew. That hot thing in my mouth with its soft skin was so good; the taste and smell got me super turned on. In my head, I kept repeating a mantra: Suck and stroke! I thought I wasn’t doing too bad, but the guy pulled it out of me twice to keep from cumming. Even though I wanted to keep going, he asked me to stop — he wanted to do something and couldn’t while I was sucking him; when he pulled me up to kiss me, he slipped his fingers inside my panties. I must have a button on my clit that makes me grin; it had to be, because the second his hand brushed it, I flashed him a big smile. I shook all over, and my knees buckled; he kept me up with the hand that was fingering me — imagine the pressure! I put a hand over my mouth to bite down or I’d scream and echo through the whole building. All I could say was:

“Hold me, hold me!”

I was trembling and grinding on his hand as he tried to finger me all clumsy; I hugged one of my arms to stay on my feet. What happened was that the second he shoved his finger in, I almost came, and it hovered there for at least a minute, and when it finally hit, I think I squirted on the guy’s hand, poor thing! I literally felt something running down, tickling between my legs. It was the first time someone made me cum, and I was so happy about it. My chest felt tight; I could only let out little squeaks, my face all twisted, and my hand hurt from biting so hard.

While I pulled myself together, I got down to suck him again — I was liking having a dick in my mouth. Actually, I still love it to this day. All good again, he put on a condom, and I looked for a place to sit or lie down — nothing. So I turned my back to the wall and stuck my ass up high. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer; I wanted to see what was happening behind me, but I couldn’t. He made me bend over more, almost at a ninety-degree angle. I felt something parting my cheeks and brushing me; I got nervous and clenched up, scared it’d hurt. He tried four times to find the spot; I helped guide him to the right place, and finally, his huge thing slid inside me, and I let out a surprised:

“Fuck!”

Man. I literally felt filled up; I went weak again.

His first thrust was slow; it hurt a bit for real — my inner walls didn’t want to let him in. I held him back to keep him from slamming in all at once; I was scared he’d hurt me, but he was gentle, pumping slow until I felt him pressing on my bladder and this huge urge to pee — I thought, Oh God! Not now!, and when he pushed, I could feel the bulge forming under my belly button with my hand. Until finally, when I was totally ready, I let him go for it. He went all out, pounding hard and fast; it stung sometimes and hurt, but I took it — I moaned low, holding back from screaming; I wanted to cry, feeling his balls slapping my clit, and weirdly, that turned me on big time — it became the stuff of many rub sessions later.

He came, and I thought it was funny — he started moving all jerky and uncoordinated; I just laughed to myself at the situation while waiting for him to finish. We stayed there kissing a bit more and caressing; we got dressed and headed out, passing the hallway where the doorman was — he called us and said:

“Hey… You guys gotta be more careful with the cameras, huh!?”

I heard that, held my breath, and ran into the building to my place, dying of embarrassment.