Hi there, long time lurker on this sub. Finally made a throwaway account to share my limited yet existent sexual history. I apologize in advance for any syntactical errors since English is not my first language, please be kind.
About myself: I am 24F (soon 25), born and raised in Mexico. I’m 5’1 ft (153 cm), brown skin, brown eyes, very dark wavy hair, plump lips, thick legs. I’ve got D cups and if I am honest I am not entirely satisfied with my ass volume and arrangement, I think it could be a lot better. I wish I could tell you that I have a killer body, but I know I don’t and I am full of insecurities: belly is not flat, breasts are kind of asymmetrical and I could lose few a pounds.
The following are just personal details, so skip until the first line if you just want to get to the story and context, and to the second line if you just want to read about the sex.
To paint a better picture of myself I would also like to share a bit of me as a person. I am quite nerdy, always been. I’m into books, video games, movies, languages… I collect all kinds of things and I’m a huge fangirl (the kind to spend lots of money on concert tickets). I am introverted and I stay home a lot, though I always wished to be the girl that goes out and parties the night away, but it is just not in me. Never smoked, never had a hangover in my life. I want to be more experienced, I really do, but I’ve found it mentally self-restricting as I grew up taking my mom way too seriously when I should have been revolting against her like everybody else was. What I want you to see is that I am the definition of a “good girl’” The kind that parents brag about to their friends, the one to never get in trouble and to “follow all rules” in parents' eyes, the "example" sibling, and all of that.
All this description is definitely unnecessary by the means of anyone that just wants a quick release, but I always found that more details make it more real. When I read your stories I think of the person behind them, if the person feels real then the more I enjoy it. I am a professional oversharer and a reader by heart, so naturally… this is my introduction. And naturally… this won’t be short.
Now, let’s get into the first part of this story.
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All active participants of this story are 18+ at the time of the events.
This story takes place back when I was in my last year of high school. It was the time when everyone had started to turn eighteen and my first time being in a proper relationship. My social life had taken a turn when I started dating this guy since I found myself going out a lot more and getting invited to places that I, as the introvert that I am, would not typically get invited to.
One thing you have to know is that growing up with my mother was nothing easy. I was held to high standards and even at the age of eighteen it was very hard for me to go and do as I pleased. She still paid for my catholic private education, my food and the roof above my head… I still needed her permission to go to parties and all of that. I always got more no’s than yes’s. I pretty much never rebelled and whining to my mother about letting me go places almost never helped my case, but when I got invited to an Eighteen Birthday Party in a cabin to stay overnight with a bunch of my classmates and my boyfriend at the time, you best believed I whined and whined and whined until she accepted I could go.
I had gotten cold hard no’s for days and, in fact, even THE day of the party I still wasn’t allowed to go. My boyfriend Nicolás and his twin brother Manuel (altered names) were driving with some other friends towards the party and my house was on the way, so I still had time to convince my mother.
She almost never wanted to drive me anywhere and I wasn’t allowed to use public transportation. Besides, this cabin place is in a secluded area on a hill and isn’t very accessible, so no buses or walking down to get there even if I was allowed to. So, it was very important that she agreed before the guys drove by because once they started drinking, there was no way I’d be allowed in their car if they somehow offered to come pick me up after they were already at the party.
To my surprise she actually relented after my grandmother intervened and told her to let me go and it was just in time for the guys to pick me up. The condition was to not stay overnight and no drinking (as always) or smoking anything. Part of the reason as to why she agreed was because the b-day girl’s father would be there to “supervise us” (I never saw him once, but ok.) and he was actually our Anatomy and Health teacher so… she trusted that.
Anyway, the guys picked me up and we were set to go have some fun. For once I was allowed a teenage experience.
There was a person that wasn’t too thrilled. It was Manuel. He had recently broken up with his girlfriend Eva and I guess he was in no mood to see Nico with me when he had already thought he’d have his twin with no “interruptions” during this party.
Now, let me describe the twins for you. Tanned skin, 5’7 ft (maybe… their heights were similar. I don’t remember one being taller than the other, not noticeably at least), dark hair, brown eyes, both had some acne scars. I mean I wish I could tell you more but there was nothing too distinctive about them, just pretty average Mexican guy features I suppose.
Neither of them were very attractive. At the time what attracted me about Nico was how funny he was and that for once I felt a guy liked me, so I was able to overlook the things that I didn’t like too much about him. But then there was his brother, noticeably skinnier than Nico, but had a shit attitude and was outright rude. They’re not identical, everyone considered Manuel to be the “desirable” one out of the two, mostly just because he was skinnier… my ex since then has lost a lot of weight and let me tell you, people were in the wrong. Manuel is shittier, Manuel is uglier, but that’s beside the point.
Well, the party was fun. Everyone kept it pretty chill during the day. People were drinking, smoking, but there was nothing crazy going on. I spent some time with Nico but I was in general just hanging around (specially since Manuel kept pulling Nico away from me as much as he could just because he felt like it, but I stayed having fun all the same).
I wasn’t drinking but I still wanted to be a part of this as much as I could and I wanted to see how the night would develop. Before it began to darken I called my mother begging to let me stay, to which she said no, obviously. But apparently my grandmother wasn’t the only saint that day. My uncle had come to visit my grandmother at some point and they ended up teaming up against my mother for her to let me stay the night.
It was such good news that I got to stay but I was highly unprepared for this situation. There was a pool, I had no swimsuit and no fresh clothes or towels. I had no pajamas or clothes for the next day… but most importantly (now with the time in our hands) Nico and I had no condoms. He didn’t bring any because I wasn’t initially going to be at the party and I, with my very strict parents, had no way of storing them anywhere in my room without risking my mom finding them and never letting me go out with my ex unsupervised again.
This wasn’t an issue at the beginning as Manuel had made it his personal mission to not let Nico and I cozy up or get too comfortable at being together at this party. But here’s the thing about Nico and I. We were very very horny for each other. We teased each other all the time, he fingered me whenever he could sneak his hand under my skirt (which was often as that was part of my everyday uniform and we would go to his house right after school) and I would blow him and jerk him off even with his whole family at home. We were so careless sometimes I am surprised we never got caught (…except for maybe that one time). We had our hands over each other at any chance we got. It was really wild times, everything was so spontaneous and nothing’s ever compared to that kind of neediness and “sense of urgency” ever again.
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The night deepened and people were at the pool, drinking, vaping, smoking, being stupid. He was slightly drunk but just “relaxed drunk”, not “out of it” drunk. His brother had finally switched his attention for a bit and that was our chance to get a quick something. Whatever it was, we needed it.
A friend of his, who had recently returned from from her exchange year in France had asked us to go with her back to the girl’s cabin so she could shower off the pool water and switch clothes. We went happily, everyone was by the pool. The pool was by the boy’s cabin… the girl’s cabin was empty.
I WILL SAY, we didn’t plan to fuck. We were extremely scared of teenage pregnancy and until that day we had never fucked raw before. We had had some incidents but we never deliberately put that at risk.
His friend went into the shower and Nico and I patiently waited for her to do her thing… for about thirty seconds before we were making out in one of the beds inside one of the empty rooms.
Listen, I never smoked, never drank, but God I loved getting fucked.
Getting drunk or smelling of cigarettes would have made my mother stop letting me go see Nico as often (I mean, as often as I was allowed to begin with), since I wouldn't have her trust anymore. Aside from whatever metal power she had on me, I did not want to risk the amount of times I’d be able to get pounded by a real cock. So, I learned to pick my battles, I chose sex. That was my own little secret rebellion. No alcohol, no experiences of drunk nights and early hangovers. But I had sex, lots of it and I think I chose correctly because, recently, I’ve not gotten to experiment as much as I once did.
I got off on many things, but specially I got off on his pleasure. It almost didn’t matter he couldn’t bring me to climax (as I’ve always found it complicated to achieve if it isn’t by my own doing).
I still enjoyed what he did to me. The fingering, the spanking, pulling my hair, sucking my nipples and just feeling him inside of me was better than nothing at all. And it all worked because it all gave me enough mental stimulation to feel satisfied. The power I had over his pleasure mixed with the assertiveness that he brought to the bed was pure ecstasy. We weren’t perfect, but we were in the right track for "young people finding out about their preferred sexual dynamics".
The cabin was empty except for us and his friend in the shower. We were initially making out but I wanted to make him cum as it always did something for me.
We had to be fast so we quickly unbuttoned his jeans and as soon as I freed up his cock from his boxers I began jerking him until I slowly went down on him.
Despite the pressure of the situation I wanted to do it properly. Not sure if this is for everyone but it was for him. First, it started with my lips giving open mouthed kisses to the base of his cock all the way up to the top. I always encouraged him to be vocal and he was doing exactly that. He was so hard and so horny his cock kept twitching at my touch as he grunted for my encouragement, just quiet enough for only me to hear.
The next thing was licking. Once again, from bottom to top as I massaged his testicles. When I’d get to the head during this part I’d maintain eye contact with him and take his precum with my tongue right over the slit on his head. He always loved when I did that.
I enjoyed the taste of him. Enjoying the taste of someone makes for more enthusiastic orals. I worked my tongue around his head in circular motions and teased a bit more over his tip with parted lips and tongue movements, but before I took it all in I pulled away and teased him a bit more.
We couldn’t get very sloppy, there was no time for messes, so after some teasing I finally sucked him off while I worked my hand over his erection simultaneously. If I needed a break I’d continue to jerk him and would suck on his balls until I was ready to go down on it again.
As I said, we weren’t planning to fuck. But sometime one’s judgment gets clouded by lust. I had never had raw cock but I often fantasized about it (later in life I would also find out how much of a sucker I am for creampies).
At some point while blowing him I decided I wanted us to fuck. I needed to feel him inside of me just to scratch the itch of having him right there right then. It was a terrible idea, we both knew it, but we were so fucking horny.
He wanted it, I wanted it.
The solution would have been to go ask someone if they had a condom, but believe it or not the party didn’t feel like THAT kind of party at the moment (most people single, but also mostly not attracted to each other like that), and if we interrupt this we very likely won’t get a chance at it again during the night (specially since his brother might go back to not having us be together).
Also, none of us had jobs and condoms were quite pricey for our weekly allowances that we got from our parents for food at school, so no one was just going to be handing them out like that (yeah, none of us were working at 18, it's common practice in households like ours to NOT get a job while studying unless it is extremely necessary). Free government condoms sucked and we always made jokes that they came with a hole in the middle so no one was going to be carrying that either. And we were in a private catholic school in Mexico, so... low chance that your parents are providing you with that just because you had asked.
Anyway, we did the next best thing. I was soon to be on my period so that gave us some peace of mind to go for it. We had also recently learned to check for vaginal discharge consistency when ovulating in our Health class, so we did a quick check on that to be double sure. And the last thing, he was going to pull out and I’d still take a plan B as soon as possible the next day when I could drop by the pharmacy. Reckless? Yes, but not entirely. Extremely hot? Absolutely.
He agreed to it. I had been blowing him for a while and we didn’t have much time until the friend was out the shower, so it wasn’t going to be super passionate and we couldn’t savor it as much as I would have liked.
I got on four over the bed and I arched my back for him, he positioned himself behind me, and guided his cock towards my already wet pussy (blowing him and pleasing him aroused me so much). Once he had his head teasing over my entrance he grabbed me by the hips, and for the first time ever, for the both of us, we were having raw sex.
He buried himself to the hilt and it didn't take long for him to start trusting at a comfortable pace. My tits bounced to the rhythm of his trusts and at some point he even grabbed me by the hair with one of his hands as the other one stayed over my hip. Even with our limited time he managed to sneak a couple of spanks as he knew I liked. We were being quiet enough to not be overheard at any point, but that doesn't mean we weren't having fun.
His cock was average and it wasn’t very girthy (not to be mean but sometimes I was unsure if it had entered, though I never told him that, don’t worry, I’m not a bitch), but when I tell you I distinctively felt his head from his shaft, I am being a hundred percent honest. Eye-opening moment I tell you. I think the doggy position also helped a lot in that aspect.
His balls were slapping against my clit, I was feeling all of him for the very first time. Everything about it was doing it mentally for me. The risk, the rawness, the need to just have him inside and both of us accepting it on a whim of lust and teenage hormones. It all added up to an anecdote worth remembering.
It didn’t last long. First time raw, he had been blown pretty throughly right before, and with his friend not far away from us… he had to pull out a few minutes in.
He came over my ass and I don’t remember how I got cleaned off but we managed to appear normal right after that. The friend suspected nothing. She came into the room with us, we all had suddenly gotten tired. She laid on one bed, we laid on the one next to hers. We gossiped about Manuel and Eva for a bit (she was also there and she was close to both of them too, so there was some commentary to be had) and then we turned off the lights and went to sleep as everyone else kept partying on the boys' cabin, across the pond, by the hotel's pool (yeah, there was also a small hotel there).
It was peaceful. It was my first night sleeping with a boyfriend and everything was perfect until some time later in the night a sharp knock came to the door and Manuel’s urgent voice cut through the peacefulness by saying “Nico, get the fuck up! Vanessa’s father is coming to check the cabins and you shouldn’t be here! Get your ass up NOW!”
I barely had time to react. I was hazy from sleep. My ex left in a heartbeat and shut the door behind him. Now it was just me, an empty bed and the girl across from me in the very dark room with zero idea of what was happening.
We waited for the other girls to come into the room and join us, we waited for the b-day girl’s father’s voice to come through at some point, we waited for the other male voices outside of our bedroom door to dissipate as they supposedly had to go back to their own cabin. But that did not happen in the time that we were waiting there half asleep.
Nico’s friend got impatient, she left to check what was going on. Minutes went by and she also didn’t come back. So I got up, went to check for myself what was happening, and when I opened the door there was no one left at the girl’s cabin anymore.
To be continued…