How I lost my virginity

The real story of my first time… I’ve never told anyone the full truth [F32]

Every time my husband asks about my first time I just blush, giggle and change the subject. I can’t tell him. It’s too dirty and it was such a slut move.

I was 18 and had been babysitting for the same married couple for a couple of years. Jerry was in his late 30s, tall, confident, handsome in that proper dad way. His wife, Tracey, was nice but they clearly weren’t having much sex.

He started giving me more and more attention. Compliments on my body, lingering hugs, little touches. I loved it. I had a massive crush on Jerry and he knew it, and I knew he wanted me too.

One night after they got home late, Tracey went to bed while Jerry offered to drive me home instead of calling me a taxi. I was wearing a tight top, no bra, and jeans. My 32D bust was impossible to hide even back then.

We parked up in a quiet lay-by on the way to my house. He turned the engine off and suddenly we were kissing. It got heavy fast. He pulled my top up and grabbed my tits, sucking hard on my nipples, squeezing them, groaning about how much bigger, softer, and firmer they were to his wife’s breasts.

Jerry climbed into the back seat, pulling me with him, and yanked my jeans and panties off, exposing my shaven, teenaged, virgin mound. He fingered me first, two long fingers stretching me open while he kept sucking on my tits and nipples. I had to bite his shoulder so I didn’t scream.

Then he pulled his cock out. It was thick and rock hard. I told him I was a virgin but that seemed to only make him more excited. He rubbed the head against my wet pussy, slowly pushing inside me on the back seat. It hurt but also felt incredible at the same time.

Jerry fucked me slowly until I got used to him being inside me. Then he fucked me properly with deep, steady thrusts, the car rocking slightly. My bare feet were pressed against the window, my big tits bouncing every time he drove into me. He kept whispering how tight I was and how long he’d wanted this.

“Are you on the pill?” he grunted.

“No, but you can cum over my tits,” I told him, expecting him to pull out.

“Oh fuck… here it comes!” he groaned, driving into me. “I have to cum inside.”

At the time I wasn’t worried. It felt so good, so passionate and raw. I clenched my walls around his cock as he flooded my pussy with his cum. It felt like warm oil was spewing inside me. I clung onto him, panting as one.

It was only afterward that I began to worry. I was absolutely terrified that I was pregnant, because he’d cum so much. I was doing pregnancy tests every few days, panicking every time my period was even slightly late. It was stressful as hell… but I also couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt.

After that night it happened a few more times, sometimes in his car again, sometimes quickies at their house when his wife was upstairs or out. But I had started taking the pill.

Jerry taught me how to suck cock and give a guy a tit-fuck as I continued babysitting for them until I went to uni, acting sweet and innocent in front of Tracey and the kids, while secretly opening my mouth and spreading my legs at will for the man of the house.

Part of me does feel guilty. Tracey was a lovely, kind woman, and I loved the kids, but how many girls can say their first time was as exciting and as memorable as mine? Not many.