Old man took my virginity

I was 14 and out riding my bike one day and had an accident, the old man who lived nearby took me in to his house to treat my cuts. We ended up having sex.

The first time I had sex, at the age of 14, it was with an old man, and this is my story.

There are two types of teenage girl, the ones that are “mature”, dress all nice, wear a lot of make-up and perfumes and go on dates with boys, then there are girls who…well…don’t. I am this type of girl, I didn’t want to grow up, I just wanted to keep doing fun things and being a kid.

Sex and boys were never really on my mind, sometimes when I was in the bath or shower and washing between my legs it would feel nice, but it never went beyond that, I just didn’t feel ‘Horny’ if you know what I mean and boys didn’t interest me in that way.

Then one day that all changed when a small accident lead to my, how can I put this, sex switch being turned on.

It was during the school holidays and in the morning I had been out playing with my friend, she was a bit younger than me but we were good friends, we’d were just running around being silly then we got our bikes out and we rode around the nearby streets for a while, but then she had to go out somewhere with her parents and I was left on my own.

My mom was at work and I didn’t want to be alone in the house all day so I just kept riding around on my bike, I was wearing pink shorts, a white short-sleeve top with a Unicorn picture on it, and of course my pink riding helmet with flowers on.

I was riding really fast around a corner and as I ended the turn I pulled on my brakes, but something went wrong and they didn’t work, I went speeding down the road panicking, the bike went off a curb and caused me to slip off my seat and the middle bar slammed right between my legs, it was so painful it made me lean to the side and my trainer got stuck on the pedal, then the bike and I went toppling over and scraped on the road a short way, badly grazing my knee and hurting my ankle.

I was sat in the road crying and holding my leg, my bike was on its side with the back wheel still spinning, then Mr Gibson, the friendly old man who I knew, came out of his bungalow and out in to the street, “Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked as he rushed over to check on me.

“I fell off my bike.” I replied, sobbing.

“I know, I was looking out of my kitchen window and saw you flying down the road…” he said, he examined my leg and saw my knee was bleeding, “….come on lets get you inside, we need to sort that cut out.” He said.

I told him my ankle was hurting and I couldn’t get up, so he quickly pulled my bike off the road on to the pavement, then he picked me up, scooping me up in to his arms and carried me in to his bungalow where he sat me down on his sofa, then he left the room and came back with a green first aid box.

He tended to my grazed knee and put a big plaster on it while making jokes to make me laugh and stop crying, then he gave me a glass of milk and a bar of chocolate, it was only then he asked my name, “Amy.”

He knew who I was because he talked to my Mom a lot when they met at the local shop, he just didn’t know my name or exactly where I lived, he wanted to take me home until I told him Mom was at work, so he asked me to give her a call.

I spoke to Mom and told her what had happened, she called me a silly-billy then asked to speak to Mr Gibson, she told him she was unable to leave work and as I was feeling a bit better with no ‘serious’ injuries, she asked if Mr Gibson would keep an eye on me until she got home that evening, he agreed, “Not a problem.”

After finishing my bar of chocolate and most of my milk I began to feel pain in my crotch where I’d slammed in to the middle bar of the bike as I came off the curb, so I asked to use his bathroom and off I went, I closed the door, pulled down my shorts and panties, then I closed the toilet seat and sat down on it and I was rubbing my pussy, I also had small bruising on my upper inner-thighs which was sensitive to the touch.

As I sat there rubbing my pussy it began to feel better, and feel good, like sexually good, it was tingling more than usual and just felt great as I rubbed it more and more, and I began to gasp out gentle moans as I spread my legs open wider and rubbed vigorously, “Umh – Oh – Uh – Uh.”

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and in walked Mr Gibson, “Are you alright love? – I can hear you moa…” he began to say, then he froze in place when he saw me sitting on the toilet with my shorts and panties around my ankles, my legs spread wide open with my hand between my legs, “…ing. Oh my.” He said.

I gasped out in shock, quickly taking my hand away from my pussy and holding on to the side of the toilet seat, stupidly not realising that he could now see my little pussy because I’d moved my hand, we stared at each other for a moment and I saw his eyes glance down to my crotch a few times, then he smiled, “Well….” He said, “…looks like someone’s feeling a lot better.”

He slowly walked towards me, I was just frozen still and unable to speak as I didn’t know what to do or say, he stopped when he was right near me, practically standing right between my legs, I looked up at the tall old man with shock and confusion as he looked down at me with a smile on his face.

I looked down when I saw his hands moving, my eyes met his crotch level and there was a bulge in his pants, “Mind if I join you?” he asked, not waiting for an answer as he proceeded to unzip his brown pants and parted the folds and pushed them down to his knees, his legs were hairy and he was wearing white boxer shorts which he also pushed down to his knees and exposed his erect cock and balls.

My jaw very slowly dropped and my eyes slowly widened when I saw them, I’d never seen anything like that before, two hairy wrinkly balls hanging between his legs, and his long thick cock sticking upwards and about 6-inches long with what looked like a mushroom on top, I could see lots of veins around it, pulsing and twitching.

He then reached down and took my right hand, lifting it up, and then placing on his cock, I gasped, “Uh.”, as he curled my fingers around it I could feel that it was warm and extremely hard, then he motioned my hand up and down to stroke it, I could feel it’s veins and ridges against my palm as my hand moved up and down, and I liked how it felt and I smiled a little.

After a few seconds he let go of my hand and I just continued to stroke his cock as he had demonstrated, I knew that is what he wanted me to do.

Then a few minutes later he placed his hand gently underneath my chin, lifting my head back to look up at his face, “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He requested, I didn’t know why he wanted me to do that but I did it because he asked me too, at this point I seemed to have lost the ability to think and I was just like a robot, his willing servant that obeyed his every command.

He took a short step forward, moving my hand off his cock as he took hold of it, and he guided it towards my mouth, I gripped the toilet seat with both hands again and leaned back away from him suddenly when I saw it coming towards my face, “Don’t worry, it’s okay, you’ll like this.” He said calmly, then he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my head forward slowly.

I remember thinking “This is going to be so gross.” As his cock slid between my moist lips, in to my mouth and over my tongue, but it actually wasn’t, it wasn’t that bad at all, it didn’t taste of anything really, and when he asked me to suck on it, it just felt like I was sucking on a very big thumb, and just like when I was stroking it with my hand, the veins and ridges of his cock felt nice and made my tongue tingle, “U-Mm.” I hummed, slowly bopping my head back and forth sucking his cock.

He fucked my mouth for a few minutes and then began to gasp heavily as he held on to my head, then he looked up to the ceiling and let out a loud groan, “Ug-Ooooaagh!” and his cock swelled against my closed lips, it twitched inside my mouth and then I felt warm liquid splashing against the back of my throat, I wanted to gag but he wouldn’t let my head go, not that it was unpleasant, quite the opposite in fact, I enjoyed the sensation of his warm sperm sliding down my throat, “Mm – Mm.”

When he’d finished emptying his hairy balls in to my mouth he finally pulled his cock out, it flopped from my lips, dripping a little sperm on to my chin and I slurped it up like spaghetti, he was looking at me with a lot of love in his eyes, “You are a very good girl, Amy – very good.” He said, which was nice to hear.

He saw the little puddle between my legs on top of the toilet seat as my pussy had got really wet, then he took my hand and helped me to my feet, “Come with me, sweetheart.” He said, walking out of the bathroom, I stopped momentarily because I struggled to walk with my shorts and panties around my ankles, I stepped out of them, leaving them on the bathroom floor as we left and he took me in to his bedroom and sat me down on his bed before he removed my top, and I let him do that.

“Get on the bed.” He said, and I crawled on to the middle of the bed and watched him undress.

Once he was undressed he got on to the bed, walking on the bed on his knees, and I giggled watching his cock flapping about between his legs, and he had a bit of a belly on him.

I honestly don’t know why I was letting myself be in that position with him, with me being totally naked and him naked as well, I should have been scared and ran away screaming, but I wasn’t, I was quite relaxed, nervous but relaxed, I guess I was just in shock that everything seemed to be happening so quickly and for some reason I was fine with it, my sex switch had officially been turned on and I want it to happen.

He lifted my knees up and spread my legs apart and he saw the bruises on my inner thighs, “Aww, you poor baby.” He said sympathetically, then he leaned down and started kissing my thighs where the bruises were, his hands were rubbing my hips and my bum cheeks, then his head went between my legs, “Uh-Ooooh” I gasped, feeling his tongue sliding up and down my pussy slit.

My body started to shake and tingle like a cold draft had just blown over me, he was pushing his tongue in to my slit, pressing against my hymen, and he was sucking on my clitoris, “Mm – Mm – Ungh!” my nipples got hard and I loved it, “Ooooh.”

I didn’t know what to do with my hands so I just pushed them up above my head across the bed and underneath the pillows as I lay moaning pleasurably to him eating my pussy out, “Mmmmmm.”

Then he got on top of me, he didn’t put all his weight on me but he belly was pressing against me, I could feel the mushroom head of his cock prodding against my pussy, suddenly he thrust his hips forward and I felt a sharp stinging pain like what you feel when you get a paper cut, “U-Argh!” he had penetrated me, “Uh-Oh-God!”

“Oooagh…” he groaned, and he proceeded to push it inside me, I felt my pussy stretching around it, slowly opening up, my inner walls spreading as it slid deeper and deeper, “…Ooooo.”

I was holding my breath the whole time, then I let it out when he pulled back, held it again when he thrust back inside and repeated for a few minutes, I didn’t know how much of his cock was inside of me but it sure felt like a lot.

It stimulated the pleasure sensors inside me and it felt so good, “Uh – Uh – Uuuuuuuh.”

Then he started thrusting faster and like proper started to fuck me, thrusting repeatedly, I couldn’t stop gasping out moan after moan, “Uh – Uh – Uh.” I tried biting my lip to stop but it didn’t help, “Uh – Ungh – Ungh!” it felt so damn good.

Sometime later, after what felt like an eternity, a good eternity, he suddenly stopped moving, his body going rigid on his last thrust, letting out a long loud grunt, “Ug-Ooooooooooaaaaaaaagggh!” I felt his cock swell against my inner walls, as my walls clung to his long hard shaft, then he ejaculated inside of me, his sperm splashing all around, the feeling was warm and tingly, it was like the inside of my pussy was getting a nice warm hug, “Oooooooaaagh” – “Mmm – Uh – Mmm.”.

It ended with me having the biggest smile on my face, a smile so big my cheeks hurt.

I now knew what sex was like, what it was all about, and I was disappointed in myself for not doing it sooner, I still wasn’t ready to ‘mature’, I still wanted to keep being a kid, but now I wanted to have sex too, more sex.

MORE!

“Do it again, please.” I gasped, “Again.”

Mr Gibson was tired from fucking me and needed time to recover, nearly an hour in fact, but then he fucked me again and it was even better than the first time.

Shortly after the second time we had sex, Mom knocked on his front door, so we had to quickly get dressed and go meet her.

I went home but I was back the next day, letting Mr Gibson fuck me again…. Several times.

I had a full secret sexual relationship with him for months, then he told me he wouldn’t be able to do it anymore because he was going to be having hip surgery and would be away for a long while.

I was disappointed but there was nothing I could do.

Eventually I met a boy around my own age, we had sex a lot but he wasn’t very good at it, not as good as Mr Gibson was.

I think he’s dead now, haven’t seen him in years, but I still think of him a lot, he was my first and I’ll never forget him.

RIP Mr Gibson.