Fucking in the U K

damppanties

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FUKKING IN THE __UK
I was young and firm bodied and brimming with teenage angst, melancholy, and anger. Nirvana and the Smashing Pumpkins played constantly on my battered Sony CD player. My hair was dyed a cheap black that rubbed off onto all my pillowcases and the back of the couch.:cthulhu:


Basically, I was desperately trying to escape the realities of a middle-class, suburban family — the realities being that, rather uncool-ly, I was well looked after by mild, educated parents, fed, clothed, and given a generous allowance that I spent primarily on Silk Cuts, hash, and CDs.

He was twenty, from New Zealand, in a band, a casual pot dealer and skateboarder. Best of all, he lived with a friend in a chaotic, noisy house permeated 24/7 with the sweet smell of burning hash. My parents hated him.


I was nervous as a teen and brimming with teenage angst, melancholy, and anger. :crying:

I had met him at a party thrown by his friend and housemate, and we'd spent a pleasant couple of hours smoking and making out.

For the next six months or so, we had a sort-of relationship, in which he would text me a few times a week, I would go to his house, and we would smoke weed, watch horror movies, and make out. We were definitely not boyfriend and girlfriend. Nor were we really friends, actually — I was an utterly smitten kitten, but I got the distinct impression that he wasn't overly bothered, as evidenced by the facts that he occasionally forgot my name, and that his housemate used to walk me home because he didn't care enough to do it himself.

Eventually, I decided that the best way to advance our relationship would be to sleep with him. I had already broached the tricky subject of my virginity and he hadn't seemed too fazed. One day, we had the house to ourselves, and after awhile I decided to take the plunge. My exact words were "Get a condom. Let's do this."

There was a sharp, unpleasant pressure as we got started, and he seemed almost as nervous as I was. After the initial pain of penetration, it just felt weird, and not very pleasant. I was sweating, staring at the ceiling, and counting backwards from a hundred in my head, waiting for it to be over. Although he was disturbed by my lack of participation — I don't think I actually moved or made a sound during the entire process — he eventually finished, and went to dispose of the condom.

Looking down, I realized that the sex-ed warning that I might experience "light bleeding" was a huge understatement. The bed looked like a setpiece from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and my underwear was soaked. I had literally not seen that much blood since I'd broken my nose on a bouncy castle as a child. Nearly crying from shame and embarrassment, I tried to clean up as best I could, hobbled to the bathroom and fashioned a wad of toilet paper to line my pants, looking at myself in the mirror afterward to see if I looked different.

(Apart from being a bit pale and sweaty, I didn't.) To his credit, he didn't mention the excessive bleeding, and we sheepishly went to share a cigarette in the garden.

It was actually my dad's birthday that day, and when I felt the blood start to soak through my pants, I quickly made an excuse about getting back to a party and left, half-waddling/half-running home. I immediately threw my knickers and pants into the trash, rang my best friend to tell her that I'd finally lost it, and went online to see if anyone had ever died from blood loss after losing their virginity. One hour later we did it again after I cleaned up and showered and realized I was very horny

Although our relationship died out a few months later, we met up again when I was nineteen, and now we live together. My dad's birthday remains known, between us, as our "sex-a-versary."
Below is the sex session from later that night. We invited my girl friend to take part.

After our lovemaking he took me into another room and laid me down on a carpet in front a fireplace. I was covered in sweat and his cum was dripping from where he ejaculated.:flaccid::rolleyes: I wanted to take a shower but was too weak to walk. His efforts to please me were surprisingly exhausting to me.

I figured we would go our ways after he broke my cherry but I needed to recover to cure my horniness. He needed time to develop a new stiffie for my girlfriend who also wanted to become a woman with my boyfriend. He was my boyfriend but we met him together at the same function a few years ago. I was first to kiss him and go to a dance together but she was first to let him feel down her pants.

We girls decided to seduce this boy and have sex with him on the same night and make him a man. My friend was out in the pool swimming and heard our conversation by the fireplace.

He asked if I was ok and I said I was tingly and buzzed from our union together and needed to rest. My girlfriend was taller and had small “a” cup breasts that were pointy and perky. She was into step aerobics and had a lean body with chisled abs. A two word description of her body was FIRM and LEAN. :cthulhu::stir:

I was shorter and had bigger but not huge breasts. We showed each other our bodies in gym class and were good friends. I was attracted to her sexually as It turned out but never acted on it and never told her so. As a cover, I always talked up a storm about boys and how I liked them. I knew all the boys and chatted them up frequently.

The shower outside turned on and our male friend was showering in the outside shower. He was a virile looking boy with a strong physique. My friend saw him and said to remove his shorts and use a lot of soap as she was going to go down on him next. My friend was swimming and about to get out and he said he would meet her in the hot tub.

I could see the hot tub out the window and watched his half flaccid cock swing from side to side as he walked over to my friend immersed in the bubbly water. He was floating naked and she splashed water to move his tenderloin shaft. She rubbed his chest and pulled his body closer so she could get a good look at her first totally naked boy up close. She kissed him and grabbed his penis and started stroking it.

Next she grabbed his testicles for a feel and a massage. Soon both were hugging and feeling each other out and I was getting aroused again at the sight of their love making. They got out of the water and laid down in the warm night air on the lounge chair. My friend pushed her bikini bottoms aside. She was soon lowering her self on his tenderloin sausage except he was not hard enough so it kept bending.

Unable to consummate their relationship she stood up and took his member in her mouth and massaged his testicles.

He looked half erect but was firming up nicely as she slurped away at him. I was getting damp down their and she was going to town on his hot dog with her wide open mouth. She fit more of him in than me and gagged as she deep throated him. Soon he was nearly fully erect and he got up and forced her down.

He put his bulbous head on her labia lips and penetrated a little until he was stopped by her hymen. He swirled it around and as she was lying there shaking with enthusiasm he made a plunge and torn through her virginity and said sorry as she yelped and froze in place.

He said he wanted to do it quickly to end the agony of slow insertion and since it was over she said it was good and she was ready for intercourse.

He was slow to piston in and out at first so she could get used to him stretching out her vagina. Her vagina spasmed when he hit the down stroke and tightened on the up stroke as if to hold him in side and not let him go.

They were in unison with each others body and soon she cried out Fuuuuuck and ahhh shit. Hearing that language from a religious girl was a turn on to him and he increased his pace so much she was writhing and trembling. She wrapped her hands around his back and pulled him

close as he stiffened and ejaculated all over her tummy. We were fortunate girls to have a boy for the night and later in life we were happy he did us both that night and made us women of the world.
 
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