My first girl and our first time and thereafter. It is part memoir, part regret and part confession
Chapter 1 - Feeling Her Up!
I first got to know Winnie because our parents were best friends. She never was noticeable to me, being 18; almost two years younger than me. She was kinda skinny and real gawky.
I guess I was a geeky kid, too, now that I think about it. I was not a success around girls my age. My sole experience so far had been when I visited some friends already in University. This girl, Marianne Meeghan and I had hit it off up in this guy’s bedroom and it was she who had taught me to French kiss. I got to slip my hand up her top and feel her bare little tits under her bra. That’s about as far as I got, except that I also briefly pulled her left tit out the top of her bra to reveal the longest nipple I ever imagined. I’ve never seen a longer one since!
Apart from that I had no experience at all except for what I saw in high school: Brenda Arnold’s nipples were so hard once that they showed right through her bra and sweater; Lori Turner walked past me braless in a clingy turtleneck on her way to class and I got to watch her boobs bounce and sway for a few precious seconds; one day Karly Smailes wore a white see-thru top with no bra on underneath. She might as well’ve been topless ‘cause every guy in Lord Park Secondary School could see what her breasts were shaped like (jutting & full, with a slight ski-jump) and how big her nipples were (perfect silver dollars). She walked nonchalantly into the assembly we had that morning with her breasts so visible in that top I had a hard-on in three seconds. She wasn’t a stupid girl so I figure she had to have known she was showing off her young pointers to all us horny guys. But why not? She really did have beautiful breasts.
That had been the total sum of my sexual experience so far!
It was the seventies when even sluts waited til their later teens before giving it to their boyfriends. Even so, I was awful late getting my first fuck under my belt and real horny about waiting, especially with cute girls like Brenda, Lori and Karly teasing me like that.
The first time I started thinking about making a move on Winnie was at a neighbourhood party where all the grown-ups were outside boozing it up while Winnie and I were stuck in the den all alone mixing drinks. When everyone finally was tanked the drink orders slowed down and Winnie and I started talking, sampling drinks and talking. After a while I started to notice Winnie had some attractive features. Somewhere along the line she had progressed from skinny to graceful. She had next to no chest but her young ass was real cute, firm and round. It was all I could do not to grab it while Winnie was leaning over the bar trying to figure out what other drink we could try. I started thinking how easy it would be to yank up her skirts, pin her face-down on the bar, stick it in and just keep fucking til my cum filled her twat.
Right then some asshole came in to order a drink for his wife. He looked at me very disapprovingly, as if he knew what I was considering. I don’t know where he got off judging me like that since he gave Winnie’s backside the once over, too.
Then he left and I went back to eyeing up Winnie. She was about 5’ 7” and yet weighed only about 100 pounds. Like I said; cute ass but she had next to nothing with respect to tits. She wasn’t a beauty but was not unpleasant looking and had the kind of features where a girl didn’t need makeup. You can’t tell from her pictures but her eyebrows and lashes stood out black as coal against her white skin without aid of cosmetics.
I figured she was a virgin and eventually I was to find out from first-fuck experience she was. I was pretty plastered by now and really getting horny looking at Winnie. I wasn’t a bad looking guy but real shy and I was as virginal as she so my shlong started to get real hard just at the thought of screwing her. She confessed later that she saw it bulging in my jeans and got turned on knowing she was doing that.
Since Winnie was as drunk as I was we sat down to rest on the couch and talked about nothing. Maybe I flirted with her but I was too drunk to remember that. I do remember the rest of the evening, though. Out of the blue I suddenly said “I dare you to close that door.” Winnie leaned over from the couch and slammed the den’s door shut so hard they must have heard it outside above the party noise. I leaned towards her while she, without hesitation or surprise, leaned in to me. We had no idea what we were doing and pressed our lips clumsily together, worst kiss I ever performed and our eyeglasses collided. We carelessly threw them onto the coffee table and stuck our lips back together. She was shocked when I licked the inside of her mouth and insisted we just “peach” kiss. We fooled around for about 15 minutes til her father opened the door on us.
It was about as fast as Winnie or I ever moved. Her Dad had a bit of a temper and the fact that he calmly ordered a drink told me we had moved fast enough to save our bacon. Still, I was acutely aware of our glasses entangled suggestively on the coffee table as Winnie got her Dad a scotch & water. If Daddy hadn’t been so plastered he might have wondered why we were mixing drinks without our glasses on, or with the door closed. He lurched out of the den and Winnie instantly pulled me back to the couch for more, with an eager smile on her face.
I kissed her passionately, as only an unpracticed teen could do, and it was pure heaven : my first necking session.
After a few more interruptions I started to get nervous and a little frustrated so I suggested we go for “a walk”. Not realizing that teen girls get as horny as teen boys I was surprised that she agreed so fast. We headed out the front door and down the sidewalk to the dark, deserted public school half a block away. I boldly put my arm around her slight waist and pulled her to my side.
“How far are you going to let me go tonight?” I brazenly asked.
“Not far” she replied.
“Can I feel your ass?” My hand was already running all over it. I felt oh so good and oh so round. She let me continue just for a few seconds before she good-naturedly pulled it away with a smile that told me she really was enjoying it there.
We headed into the school yard, over by the fence where the lights from the empty classrooms barely reached. We kissed hard and long as my hands wandered all over her butt. This time she didn’t object to me pawing her tush.
Eventually I pushed her down on the grass in the schoolyard where I used to play soccer as a kid and lay on top of her. I was always so embarrassed whenever I got a hard-on that I would do anything to avoid a girl seeing me like that. But I was so turned on that night that I gleefully pressed my cockrod against her hip as my right hand slid over her ribs and lingered happily on her left breast. I was a little disappointed that Winnie’s tits were as small as Marianne’s. They were sure better than nothing but I wondered if I would ever feel a full breast. As it turned out I was soon to be in for a long string of girlfriends with quite ample sets of funbags but that would be in future times.
My tongue poked into her saliva filled mouth and it opened wide to accept it. My hand gently circled on her tit, trying to feel her nipple through her bra but I couldn’t find it.
At last I thought “what the hell” and started unbuttoning the front of her summer dress so I could freely enjoy the as yet seen-by-no-boy nipples. She had this “little girl” looking bra that looked real stupid on a girl that was getting felt up in the middle of the night so I pushed it up and got an eyeful of her exposed nipples.
“They’re innies” I murmured. She laughed as I stared at them with pleasure.
My hands greedily clutched each bare breast and squeezed, trying to get her nipples hard enough to turn them into outties. “That feels so good” she whispered, almost to herself. I could feel her heart pounding under her left tit.
I watched, fascinated, as her areoles slowly began to shrink and their surfaces crinkled. Her nipples suddenly popped up into thick erect stems. I bent down and took her right one in my mouth while pulling on the left one with my thumb and forefinger. As I sucked hungrily I felt Winnie cradle my head gently in her hands. I must have sucked for a half hour.
Eventually we started worrying about what our parents might say if we were gone much longer. I regretfully pulled Winnie’s bra back over her tits, rebuttoned her dress and walked her back to the party.
No one had noticed we were even gone. Once, later that evening, I dragged Winnie into our garage, closed the door and exposed her tits briefly. Just for another feel. Winnie calmly stood there with the front of her dress open and let me play with her mammaries awhile. “They’re not made of Jello.” she finally said and covered her newbies back up.
Eventually her parents took her home not knowing that under her bra her mushies were all bruised and tender from my eager groping.
Before dawn, I had jerked off about four times thinking about Winnie’s body.
Chapter 2 - Our Adventures Continue
Winnie called me up about 4 days later and asked me to come over. I asked her what her parents thought about this and she said they were out.
I came over and she let me cop some more feels. I got her top and bra right off and pulled her jeans down to reveal her beaver. It was thick and jet black but neatly trimmed. Just then the phone rang and Winnie got up to answer it. She pulled her pants up as she walked away and I still remember how nice that ass looked just before her jeans hid it from view.
For a long time we kept meeting on the sly. All we ever did was neck and feel. We never found much else in common.
Once I went to the house where she was babysitting. We went swimming. I pulled her one-piece down to her waist and titty-sucked some more. Once inside by the fire I peeled it right off and kissed her while she lay across the carpet unashamedly nude in someone else’s house letting some teenage boy feel her up.
Another time we stood holding each other at a bus stop on #12 Highway. I undid a couple buttons on her blouse and reached inside to fondle her braless breast while waiting for our bus. All the time cars were whizzing by. I guess I was getting a little too open about our carryings on because one guy honked loudly and leered at us as he drove by. Winnie laughed without a hint of embarrassment, pulled my hand out of her blouse and buttoned up.
One favorite thing I used to love to have her do when she was lying on top of me in a secluded place was masturbate against my leg. I would stick my leg between her legs so my thigh was jammed against her clit. Winnie would rhythmically rub herself on me until she came. I would rub her backside and gently kiss her while her orgasm shook her slim body.
I would also give her a three-finger fuck, during which my right hand become intimate with the inside of her vagina. Once, we were lying just inside some woods at the edge of a large park. We were kissing while my hand slid down the front of her jeans to play with her clit then slide into her moist cunt. I played with her and French kissed her til she came.
When we had finished Winnie stood and straightened her clothes while casually glancing around. She just caught sight of a man quickly pulling his head back behind some bushes. He must have watched the whole thing but rather than be embarrassed or angry Winnie thought it was funny. We watched him beat a hasty retreat across the open field to the parking area. The guy looked to be eighty years old. We both were turned on by the fact that our performance had given him a cheap thrill.
All those months of secret dating she resisted my overtures to fuck her horny body. The one time I broached the subject she didn’t say anything. She just gave me a panicked look that made her look about 12 years old so I let it go for a while...while I jerked off, that is.
I don’t know why I didn’t think to whack off all over her face or tits. Partly, that wasn’t done in the 70’s, I guess. The closest I ever came to that was pulling out my jerkstick and pressing it against her cheek. “God it’s HOT!” she marveled. She tilted her head up a little, closed her eyes and let me rub it up her cheek and over the tip of her nose then back down under her chin and back around. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed my erection hard against her cheek bone.
Chapter 3 - Official Night of the First Fuck
We kept our secret affair going off and on for a couple of months. Just fooling around, nothing serious. All that time Winnie refused to put out and I wondered if she was one of those girls who was never gonna fuck ‘til she got married.
Somewhere along the way her folks finally clued in that I was doing something with their virgin daughter. I was surprised they took it so well but maybe figured I was better than some of the asshole teenagers she could have been slutting over. They also naively had no idea about all the lewd things Winnie was letting me do to her. Or maybe they knew we weren’t fucking and were grateful for that at least. They were odd.
Every time we started fooling around I was permitted to go a little bit farther. We were slowly progressing toward the evening when I would finally get her so horned up that she would open her legs wide and let my hard penis thrust into her wet quim.
I can’t even remember what we were doing that night. Whatever it was it would have been something she wanted to do. All I ever wanted to do was get her clothes off and hold her nudity close to me while I caressed her perfect ass.
Anyway, at the end of the evening we were rolling around on the grass in the front of her apartment building. Winnie decided out of the blue that this was the night she would finally take my cum-dripping throbber inside of her. She promptly dragged me across No. 9 Highway to a dive motel called the “Evergreen”. The place was dark with no sign of life.
Disappointed, we somehow ended up kissing in the bathroom of the laundry room of her parents’ apartment building. Article by article we took each other’s clothes off. While her parents were sleeping fourteen floors above us, we stood together totally naked and embraced.
My big hard cock stuck straight out from my body preventing me from getting close to the very female that was causing it to be so rock hard. I swung it to the side so that it pressed against the outside of her thigh and held her close. After a minute or so, she pushed away from me and looked down at my manhood, examining it matter-of-factly as if she was trying to decide if it would fit.
I stood there proudly letting her have a good look at the big, long piece of teenage boy that was going to get thrust inside her. Later on, when I started fucking girls who had had other guys screw them before me, I got told that it was large but at this point neither Winnie nor I knew that. I just liked her seeing how hard she was making me.
I guess Winnie finally decided she liked what she saw. “Put a rubber on.” she ordered and I obediently pulled out the condom I carried for just such a development. After I put it on we hugged again. This time I boldly stuck my penis straight ahead. I had no intention of entering her, I just wanted to lewdly push my meat against her flesh. By pure luck it penetrated her wet gash and slid in before I truly realized what was happening.
The feeling was pure heaven. Her vagina walls seemed to mold themselves softly around my prick and hold it firmly in place. We didn’t even start pumping, just stood there with her pussy half penetrated. Fifty percent of my wang was still outside of her fuckhole as I looked into her eyes then kissed her.
For some strange reason I suddenly sank to the floor and lay on my back, pulling Winnie down on top of me while keeping myself inside her. She sat up on top of me and tried to force my fuckstick further into her box but it wasn’t going in very easy. Something was resisting its progress.
This attempt at further penetration lasted very briefly. As if someone had thrown a switch, with no warning, Winnie stopped and collapsed on my chest, sobbing. I held her without speaking as she cried uncontrollably. Her little shoulders shook hysterically and I felt tears wetting my shoulders as I caressed the back of her head and thought “Christ, I wanna fuck this girl! NOW!”
This crying jag lasted about five minutes but since I was about to enjoy my first fuck ever it felt like an eternity. My cock hadn’t softened a bit and was still stuck half way into her snatch while I waited for Winnie to finish bawling so we could start balling. At last I couldn’t stand the agony of not thrusting and, tears or not, I pushed my hips up to thrust a couple centimeters deeper into her gash.
The change in Winnie was instant. She immediately stopped blubbering and got right back into humping me without a single sniffle more. It was like she never had been crying at all. She sat upright and moved her hips rythmically, trying to force her 100 lbs of boyfuckable self further down on my shaft.
She wasn’t having anymore luck at busting her hymen than I was but I didn’t care. This felt great just penetrating the first bit of cunt I ever had.
In the middle of all this Winnie gasped “It feels so good....but it hurts!”
About that time we heard some idiot came in and started doing laundry. It must have been 1:30 am, for Chrissakes. Winnie got extremely nervous fucking while someone was on the other side of the thin bathroom door and decided to stop.
I still hadn’t fully penetrated her slit and as we dressed I pondered whether she was still officially a virgin. More importantly, was I?
We exited the can back out into the laundry room. Some housewife in curlers, sticking clothes in a washer, looked up at us in surprise. She obviously figured out pretty quickly we had been having sex. She gave me the once over and then exchanged a knowing look with Winnie. She gave Winnie a little sisterly smile as if remembering her own first time.
Chapter 4 - Winnie Has her Second Fuck
I was just thrilled that Winnie was finally fucking. Next time we were alone she came over to my place and we watched an old movie on TV “The Greatest Show on Earth”, with Charleton Heston. It was in the same den where I first started eyeing her ass up.
I wanted to do the horizontal boogie right off but she was really into the movie so I felt her up while she watched it. Every commercial break we would neck until the movie started again and Winnie would go back to watching Chuck Heston running the Bigtop. This was getting to be real sexually frustrating.
Suddenly, Winnie grabbed the clicker, turned the TV off while Jimmy Stewart was in mid-sentence and gave me the OK to start screwing her. She was like that; one minute totally disinterested in doing anything, then instantly wanting my cock deep inside her.
We embraced a bit, petting each other, then pulled the fold-out couch out into a bed, threw a sheet and blanket on it and stripped naked for each other. She got under the blanket with her legs spread provocatively, smiling silently, inviting me into her body.
I slipped a safe on, knelt between her widespread legs and impatiently stuck it in her without any foreplay. She had kept me out of her cunt too long that afternoon already and I was desperate to start rutting. As I thrust my pecker full-length into her only partially wet snatch she gave a sharp yelp of pain and I knew that Winnie was now, without a doubt, non-virginal. This really turned me on and I started fucking as fast as I could move.
We humped away for a time without talking; just doing it silently while listening to the bed squeak and looking into each other’s eyes. (She had beautiful eyes.)
Suddenly Winnie lifted her legs and hooked her calves around the back of my thighs. She used her legs to change the timing of my thrusts to a slower,longer cycle. Only later did I understand she had been approaching orgasm and was doing this to co-ordinate my thrusts so as to provide as intense a climax as she could get.
Her long slim legs pulled me into her with an exuberance and strength I didn’t know she had. The feel of her legs doing that was a real turn-on! Unfortunately, I’ve never had another lover do that to me.
After a few more Winnie-guided thrusts I watched her face contort in the midst of a powerful orgasm. In the middle of only her second screw, she was totally controlling my long thrusts so that she had complete control of her climax. I’ve fucked lots of other girls since then but have never watched any of them enjoy their cumming the way Winnie enjoyed hers.
I blew my load in the condom a few thrusts after Winnie came.
Chapter 5 Two Selfish Fuckers
Sadly, Winnie and I were not in love; rather we used each other, Winnie wanted a boyfriend with money and a car, I wanted her body. Ironically, we started drifting further apart shortly after we started fucking.
As Winnie turned 19, I realized the glimmer of potential she occasionally showed was never going to bloom. I gave up waiting for Winnie to become a mature intelligent female; she remained selfish and irresponsible, interested in things a 16-year-old might think was neat. She dragged me to “Smokie and the Bandit, Part III” and thought it was a great flick.
She was undependable, selfish, thoughtless, self-indulgent.
I lost respect for her. Totally. But instead of dropping her and finding a girlfriend who would give me friendship and affection I stuck with her, lacking the self-confidence to find a better lover.
There were a thousand girls in Halifax who would have fucked me more and better but I timidly stayed with Winnie. I went out with her just in hopes of the occasional romp in the sack I was getting.
My ‘lovemaking’ was enthusiastic but lacked technique. At first, I showed her affection during the act, but it wasn’t returned and feelings of hurt and rejection changed into anger. Eventually, I screwed her very selfishly. Sex with Winnie became an affirmation of my manhood as much as it was attainment of my sexual satisfaction.
Towards the end of our relationship she really started pissing me off with the many times she didn’t wanna fuck and I began forcing her. I could respect a girl wanting to keep her cherry but once it’s gone I figured she should be putting out for her boyfriend regular-like. Her body was mine!
Receiving no affection, my sexual urges were redirected into frustration.
Her parents were always out when I picked Winnie up at their apartment. I wanted to fuck her before we went anywhere, she didn’t wanna fuck at all. I would either drag her into the bedroom for a quickie or pull her down right on the living room floor. I remember how her nipples were so hard as I wrestled her down and stripped her.
Sure, Winnie resisted my unilateral advances and struggled against me as I pinned her and undid her buttons but she never complained after her few initial protests.
In Winnie’s world you did what you felt like doing, took what you wanted. There were no moral standards of conduct, no obligations to respect anyone’s feelings. She truly never felt what I was doing should result in consequences, nor more than when she didn’t hand in an important school assignment, didn’t pay back the $50 I lent her or didn’t show up for work at the ice cream parlour three days in a row.
I used my weight to keep her down. I folded my hands over the top of her head to hold her still and to achieve a more forceful thrust as I positioned myself for the fucking. My elbows would be resting on the floor while simultaneously immobilizing her arms against her ribs. I intertwined my fingers in an unbreakable grip around her skull such that, combined with my body on top of her, she was unable to get out from under me as I rammed away in her.
Until I was done and got off her I owned her and she couldn’t do a thing about it.
She would give up fighting when I finally got her jeans pushed down and my penis inserted, rocking back and forth inside her while gnawing on her incredibly pointing nipples. After a few thrusts her juices would start to flow and she would relax and start appreciating my hard wang.
She never complained about it afterward, never resented me for my liberties, but she expected me to spend some money on her when we went out that night.
I would spend the elevator ride down to the lobby feeling her tits and grinding my crotch into hers.
After I had spent some time and cash on her we would do it again in the backseat of my Dodge. As I drove into some dark lane to park she neither refused nor agreed to the sex we were about to have. Consent was implied when she undressed completely and lay back nude with her legs open. I remember the wickedness of being parked on a warm summer night, lying on top of her naked body with my penis inside her, lewdly thrusting away.
We thought that’s what fucking was, or, more correctly, we didn’t know what lovemaking was. After all these years, wherever Winnie is today and however many bastards she’s humped, I suspect she still hasn’t learned.
My next girlfriends were going to have to teach me a lot about love but Winnie had no more idea than I did about what it was all about. She just lay there dutifully, letting me do her, waiting for me to finish.
We deserved each other: she gave me nothing but sex and I gave her nothing much back. I paid for the condoms.
Chapter 6 Love Hurts
I stupidly hurt Winnie badly one night as we were banging away in lust.
As usual we were naked in the back seat of my crap car with me on top of her. As I humped enthusiastically inside her I realized the faint beam of a far off streetlight was shining on Winnie and illuminating her left side, from her nipple to her thigh. The sight of a portion of her bare skin emphasized to me that I had a nude female under me; that I was fucking her and the revelation cranked up my youthful sex drive to a wild, irrational level.
I started making long, deep thrusts and as I rose the light extended to her belly and the inner thigh of her other leg. Her neatly trimmed pubic thatch was a black triangle into which my penis was being rammed. The sight of her exposed legs spread wide apart was turning me on as much as the actual act of Fuck.
The first couple times I fucked Winnie I found it hard to conceive that my whole prick could actually disappear totally inside her. I was still intrigued that a little girl like Winnie could actually fit one of our huge things up her cunt and I enjoyed seeing my fully erect pecker disappear completely inside Winnie then reappear as I pulled out for another crazy thrust.
I watched it penetrate her repeatedly. I was enjoying the show, amazed at how Winnie could take it all so easily and sexually aroused by the fact that my dick was the one she was willingly taking like that.
As the light played over her abdomen I suddenly wondered would I be able to feel my cock moving inside her? I suddenly had this bizarre urge to touch her tummy; to feel my cock deep inside her.
The thought of feeling my tumescence moving inside her really started turning me on so I pressed my hand down hard on the lower part of her cute belly and simultaneously rammed hard into her quim, feeling for my own hardness moving inside her.
I didn’t feel my cock. Instead, Winnie let out a horrible howl of pain and I instantly pulled out. Not knowing what had happened I did nothing for a few seconds, just looked down at her, puzzled.
Winnie lay there not moving, her legs still spread wide. I briefly thought she was staying that way to let me back inside her but I soon realized she was simply in too much pain and shock to move. She exuded no sign of sexually wanting me. She just lay there.
Then she started to cry softly. Very quickly her sobs became louder, they came in ragged gasps between deep agonized breaths.
I remembered how Winnie had cried the first time we had screwed, when she had tried to break her hymen by impaling herself on my dick, and I realized this was different. The loud jagged sobs were from real pain, not the emotion of lost virginity. Whatever my penis had done, it had hurt her badly and she cried inconsolably as I pulled her up into my arms and laid her head on my shoulder. Two naked teenagers embraced.
She hugged me as if I was her saviour, not her tormentor. Wet tears dripped onto my bare shoulders and down my back. She cried for a long time. I felt terrible.
I felt terrible for two reasons; first, I had hurt Winnie badly and was feeling like an asshole for not knowing that what I had done would hurt; second, I was acutely aware of my erection as it stood straight up between us as we held each other.
You can see my cock in my Gallery section. As in that picture, it stood there that night like a tower, hard as I had ever made it and I knew why it was so hard - it was so hard because I liked the fact that it was so big it had hurt Winnie.
I had discovered using it to hurt Winnie was just as much fun as using it to pleasure her. That’s right, hurting Winnie was a turn-on; having a cock big enough to hurt Winnie was a turn-on. Go me!
I was an immature little bastard getting off on the fact that my big hard cock had just hurt my girlfriend but good. The sound of her pained cries got me off and I was disgusted with myself for my reaction, enjoying the fact that I had made her cry, guilty that I was enjoying it.
I held Winnie’s nakedness against me and waited for her to stop crying, all the time acutely aware of her nubile body in my arms and selfishly thinking about nothing but how soon I could get back to screwing her. My prick remained supremely hard and I wanted to get back on top of her as soon as Winnie was done her tears.
Finally, she quit crying but instead of saying “Okay, let’s start fucking again.” like I naïvely hoped she might, she whispered like a little lost girl “Can you take me home now....please?”
She could plainly see my penis was still fully erect. How could she possibly not see it, sticking up between us like that inches from her breasts, my knob almost brushing her nipple? She had to have known I still wanted to finish our little back-seat romp.
Disappointed as I was, I kissed her on the forehead and gently said “Okay, get dressed” even though my pecker was urging me to callously go back at it on top of her like the insensitive son-of-a-bitch I was. I just did not have the heart to force her to put out.
Deep down inside I knew it was me and my stupidity that had blown my chance for a lay that night. The rational part of me understood that Winnie needed to go home but it was still hard to stop having so much fun in mid-fuck.
I drove all the way to her place with my hard-on painfully crammed inside my zipped-up jeans. I hugged her ‘Goodnight’ then went home and jerked off a couple times in frustration.
(Comment below. Tell me about a lover that mistreated you...or that you mistreated?)
EPILOGUE
We eventually broke up when Winnie finally grew up and realized we had nothing in common and that I just wanted to screw her. I started dating a nice girl, Réjeanne, who had tits as big as Marian’s and Winnie’s combined so I finally got to play with some real hooters! Winnie went on to date other guys.
Winnie and I kept in touch, though. When she was between boyfriends and feeling horny she would phone me up to see what I was up to. I guess it shows you what kind of boyfriend I was that I didn’t even think about Réjeanne; I just went over there for a hump with my old flame and left Réjeanne wondering where I was that night.
Winnie used to tell me about other guys she had met. By then she was fucking all the boys on their first date with her; after all those years of putting up with her stubborn virginity and all my hard work to pop her balloon these guys were getting it from her without even having to take her out for a second date; she just went back to their place and let them lay her! Can you believe that?