When I was 12, I had an older guy, Jim, I use to hang out with. One day, he gave me some ‘Sage’ advise about a question I had, regarding girls and sex
Hello readers, my name is Brian. I am 60 years old now, have a wonderful girlfriend who’s 43 and I am still going strong as ever, mentally, physically and definitely sexually. I give praise to my being from hard work, commitment, aggressiveness and always getting what I want… thanks to those three, previous mentioned things. It has paid off sexually as well. I’ve had a lot of pussy, buttholes and mouths wrapped around my cock in 60 years. A big portion consensual and an even larger portion, NOT so consensual. I love a ‘snuggle with a struggle’. But, before I continue with any sex stories, let me tell you a little about Jim, myself and that ‘Sage’ advice I took to heart.
Jim wasn’t some weirdo dude I ran into in 1975 Los Angeles. He was a good friend of my parents, a Vietnam vet and, for all intents and purposes, a heavy drinker. Dude was funny as fuck and had some really great stories. Didn’t talk about the gruesome war stuff, but did talk about all the fun, enjoyable shit. When my parents died, when I was only 11, Jim stayed in contact with my older brother and I, checking in and helping out as he could. My brother, by the way, was my guardian, so he didn’t mind me taking the bus, or riding my bike, over to Jim’s house 8 miles away. Jim would always let me have a beer, or two, and I’d help out with his garage projects. He also had a steady stream of pussy coming and going, never letting any one of them stay for days, and definitely not living there.
I was 12 now and over the previous years, Jim would kid me about girl’s and if I was getting ‘laid’ yet. Always the same response, followed with a laugh, of “nope, not yet Jim”. One day I came by and Jim had company, a real nice woman I had met before named Carol. Carol had red hair, big tits, long legs, thin and smelled awesome. As I sat in the patio area, Jim started kidding me about ” have ya’ got laid yet”, which resulted in my usual response of “nope”. He motioned to Carol, and right on cue, she came over, knelt in front of my chair, undid the string on my shorts and started sucking on my limp dick. Thanks to Carol, she gave me the self-esteem I carry to this day. She said ” Brian, you gotta a nice thick cock. I’m impressed. Now sit back, relax and let Carol get this badboy up”. I’ll never forget how she sucked my cock, getting it harder than I ever could jacking off to Penthouse.
Carol worked it deep and fast, not even removing it to breath. Her hands worked my balls like they were a pair of ‘chinese chime balls’, squeezing gently as she rolled them. It didn’t take her long to get, what my virgin dick was holding back. Without warning, my dick exploded into her mouth a huge amount of sperm, an amount so large, I was amazed. I’d never shot that much before into the toilet or a Kleenex before. And, she swallowed everything. Jim was nowhere to be seen. Carol pulled me up and said “let’s go inside, baby”, as she led me by the hand and into Jim’s bedroom. There I saw Jim, watching TV in the living and all he said was “have fun buddy”. Carol got me into the bedroom, closed the door and pushed me onto the bed. My cock was still hard as a rock.
Carol wasted no time getting out of her shorts and halter top, allowing me to see and explore my first female body. Tits, pussy, legs, ass… all so wonderful and awesome. My young cock began exploring her snatch immediately, even though I had no practical experience, I slid my cock into Carol, pumping quickly and with a rhythm. The feeling of warm, silky, moist meat clinched tightly around my shaft, was amazing and definitely way better than my hand. Carol seemed to be liking my novice approach very much, because her hands were firmly placed onto my butt cheeks, nails dug in just a little and she was breathing heavily, while whispering into my ear little things, things like “so, is it as good as you’d hoped”, “you’re hitting me just right, baby, keep it going. Just like that” and when I started slamming it deep, hard and fast, “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…easy tiger, you got a thick cock, you don’t want to hurt Carol, now do you?”.
Honestly… I did want to hurt her. Even at my young age of 12, every time my cock slammed in all the way, balls deep, the grunting noise she made and grimaced look on her face, was a huge turn on. I continued with the speed and pace she ask for, right up until she wanted to show me a new position. “Let’s switch positions” at which point I dismounted, allowing her to roll over and get onto her knees. Her beautiful pink pussy was staring right at me, soaking wet, I could see and touch everything. The bulbous clit, the ‘drapes’ dangled, thin and beautiful, her pubic hair wasn’t as thick like in magazines and movies, but was only a thin amount. Carol was now face down, her arms positioning formed in such a way, that she clasped her hands, forming an arrow shape in front of her head.
I so wanted to bury my face in her snatch, just like in the porn I’d seen and moved forward, my tongue touching her swollen clit. “No, baby. Not today… I’m not fresh enough for that”. I got the drift from what she was telling me. It wasn’t bad smelling, or tasting, but wasn’t pleasant either. “Only when a girl is nice and clean, or hasn’t been running around for most of the day, should you venture there with your mouth” she said. I quickly mounted her, slamming my cock all the way in. “Aaarg!!!! Oh, fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck, goddamn baby, easy baby, baby. I have a tight little cookie and your elephant trunk thick. Gotta let my body adjust”. Her right arm extended back, as if attempting to push me back and regulate my depth, trying to keep the base of my shaft, which was way thicker than my already very thick shaft, from abusing he lips and canal.
I liked Carol. She was always cool and was one of Jim’s favorite girlfriends, of which many he had. Sometimes, I would get there early and sit in the living room, watching the TV or thumbing through his porn mags, as he and Carol, or whatever girl was there at the time, fucked their brains out. He always had Penthouse, which was way better than Playboy. But my favorites were the raunchy, hardcore magazines with full penetration. The faces of women, taking cocks, some huge, some average, in every hole was awesome. If I spent to much time just looking at them, not even touching myself, I would ejaculate in my underwear or shorts, then make a mad dash to the bathroom, attempting to clean up toilet paper or kleenex.
When Carol brought her arm back, it was like instinct for me to grab her wrist and bend her arm behind her lower back. I leaned forward, pushing her shoulders down hard and pumped harder, faster, into her body. Carol cried out, “Oh, fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Baby, please, please, please, slow down or stop. Your hurting me. God, your tearing my pussy in two”. Even though I was only 12, I was extremely strong, too strong for even a full grown woman to push off. I felt like a warrior, a knight, conquering over someone. Dominating someone who’s land I just invaded. Just like Jim told me in many of his stories. “Whatever you want, women in particular, take what you want. They’re there for your pleasure”.
Jim never came into the room. Even after all the noise Carol had made, cries, yelling for me to slow down, to stop… He never came into the room. I continued to pump like an animal, letting her arm go limp, along with the rest of her body. Her noises now, consisted of heavy grunts, loud groans and little moans. I relaxed a little, observing more of our bodies in motion. The crack of her ass would spread apart every now and then, exposing her dark colored anus and causing me to wonder what that might feel like. I kinda had an idea what it felt like for the women, judging by the expressions they made in the magazines and 8mm movies I’d seen.
I couldn’t resist anymore and shoved a thumb up her butthole. Carol let out a whimpering cry, ” NO, NO, nonononononono, pleeeeeeese! No, not this time. Please, please, please… Not this time. Nene-ext time, okay, please?” I didn’t say a word, just removed my thumb and continued smashing that pussy. Finally, an hour later after I began fucking her, I placed my hands on her hips and began jerking heavily… 1, 2, 3, 4 heavy jerks as my virgin dick exploded inside Carol’s body. I fell off and to the side, Carol let out a sigh and rolled her body over, coming to rest next to me, her right hand resting on my stomach. “Wow, you about tore me up… But it was worth it. Full grown men fuck like that, not young virgin boy’s. You musta’ been studying, haven’t you?” She got up, dressed and she left the room, she gave me a huge kiss on my cheek. “Brian, like I said, you gotta an elephant thick cock, you gotta be careful with a girl. And I promise, next time you can ‘go down on me’. AND, if you PROMISE to go easy, I’ll let you explore my backdoor, OKAY!” I told Carol, “I promise, promise, promise, that I’ll be good next time”. She smiled, left the room and I got dressed.
Both Carol and Jim were proud of me. I was as well. The first time was easier than I thought it was going to be. But, I couldn’t shake the feeling I had from being so rough and physical with her. It was a rush! Dominating a female body, their noises, vocalizations, crying, wiggling… That was intense. In my mind I thought, ” fuck, that was with a willing participant, a full grown woman. Wonder what it would be like with a girl, in my age group. And a virgin?”. The gears started cycling.
See you guy’s and gal’s in my next Chapter.
