Shayna's LifeChapter 6: I Finally Lose My Cherry free porn video
My intention in writing this tale is not to detail every sexual experience I have had, but to concentrate on those events that were either first-times for me or significant in forming who I am today. So in that light, I will just summarize my last two years of high school:
Junior year - boys dated - 3
serious relationships - 0
hand jobs given - approximately 10-12
blow jobs given - 5 (some of the hand jobs ended up as bj.s, so
there is some overlap. I wasn't as much of a
slut as it seems. Or maybe I was :)
spanking partners - 0
my virginity - intact
Senior year - boys dated - 4
serious relationships - 1 (sort of, had to have a prom date, right?)
hand jobs given - approximately 6-7 (I was becoming more oral)
blow jobs given - approximately 14-15 (told ya)
spanking partners - 1
my virginity - intact
Yes, I managed to make it all the way through high school as a contradiction: a sexually-active virgin. My virginity wasn't something I was necessarily proud of. In fact, by the time I graduated my hymen was more a burden than I had ever thought it could become. I was ready to be deflowered, but I was still clinging to the idea that my first time had to be connected to a special event, like prom night, or graduation. There was no way I was waiting for a wedding night that might never happen.
Senior Prom. Could'a, would'a, should'a, but not for Shay. My prom date took me to a party after the dance, and I was in the mood. But the best laid plans... yada, yada. The dance had set up a very romantic atmosphere, and I had heard that the party we were going to was in a house with a lot of spare bedrooms and not much supervision. But my marvelous date had more on his mind than just the state of Shay's unopened honey pot. As soon as he got there he started drinking, and my romantic evening ended with him almost throwing up in my lap (good thing I have fast reflexes). I left him there, passed out on a sofa, and caught a ride home with a guy who was in the same predicament; his date had drunk too much also.
By graduation night, I had dropped vomit-boy, and wasn't dating anyone. But I almost lost my cherry that night anyway. Unfortunately, it was a scary incident that sometimes girls who should know better still manage to get themselves into. I went to a party with some friends, just looking for some fun and a chance to say goodbye to some people I knew I might never see again. I wasn't really looking to hook up with anybody. I was happy at that point in my life to be unattached. High school was over, and I was looking forward to college.
At the party I ran into a guy that I had known casually for a couple of years. He had been dating one of my teammates from the soccer team, but she wasn't with him. I asked him where Sharon was, and he told me she had dumped him just before graduation, saying she wanted to "move on with her life". He told me that "the bitch can go rot in hell for all I care". I know, that should have been all the warning flag I needed to stay away from him that night, but when he offered to give me a ride to another party that was supposed to be better, I took him up on it.
He was a big guy, a football player, full of himself, and used to girls doing anything he wanted just because he was a jock. He vented his frustration to me as we drove to the other party. I thought I was being helpful by just listening to him. I should have known that he would focus his rage for Sharon on me, but at that age I wasn't that smart.
When we got there, he confessed that he had always been attracted to me. I was just high enough to let him talk me into getting into his backseat. It was pretty daring, we were parked right on the street in a residential neighborhood about half a block from the house where the second party was taking place. Occasionally people walked by, either going to or leaving the party, but I didn't care. I was feeling a little wild and naughty. Also, I felt a little sorry for him, so I decided that I could make him feel better with a patented Shayna hand/blow job. It would be the first time I had had sex with someone I wasn't dating, but what the hell, it was grad night. Of course I should have known that he wanted more. I was really stupid to think I could get away with that tenth grade stuff with this guy.
He sprawled out on the back seat and I got on my knees between his legs. He had one of those big, ugly SUVs, so there was plenty of room. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was huge, the biggest I had ever seen. I tried giving him a blow job, but it was difficult because of his size. He got impatient and pushed my head down on him, wanting me to take him deeper. But he was so big that it made me gag and I almost threw up on him.
That made him mad. He called me a bitch and a tease, and pushed me onto my back. He reached under my dress and tore off my panties. Then he was kneeling between my legs, pushing my knees apart. I knew I was in trouble. For the first time in my life, I realized I was going to be raped. Fighting him off was not an option, he was twice my size, and already had me pinned down. I couldn't even get a knee up into his balls. That might have driven him into a rage, but I didn't want my first time to be a rape and I was ready to fight. I was scared and furious at the same time. I only had one weapon left; the good old female standby... tears.
I started sobbing, and told him that I had pledged in my church that I would stay a virgin until I was married. OK, that was pure b.s., but he had no way of knowing that. Surprisingly, it worked, or maybe he just came to his senses and didn't want me screaming rape. For whatever reason, he sat back and said it would be OK if I just finished the blow job I had started. To my frightened eyes in the semi-dark of his car, the thing sticking out of his pants looked like the business end of a baseball bat. It wasn't all that long, but it was very wide.
He said "Do a good job, or I'll fuck you in the ass. Got it, bitch?"
Oh yeah, I got it. It would have been bad enough having that thing destroying my hymen, but I certainly didn't want it breaking my dark cherry either. I knew it was Sharon who he wanted to get even with, but I had put myself in the position of being the target of his anger.
I put my mouth back over that huge knob and started licking and slobbering over it. I figured if I could get it wet enough I might be able to get enough of it into my mouth to please him. I had always enjoyed giving oral sex before, but I was so scared then that I could hardly concentrate on what I was doing. After I had it sloppy wet, I started using both my hands and my mouth at the same time. He was more relaxed now and didn't try to push my head down again. After a couple of minutes of hard work, I put one hand on his balls and felt them starting to contract. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to swallow, but I took a guess that he was the type of guy who liked to cum on a girl's face, so I pulled back at the last second and finished him with my hands. Luckily, that seemed to please him. The good news was that he didn't pack a very big load in that weapon... a couple of spurts on my cheek and he was done. I used his cock to rub some of his semen over my lips and licked them clean. I smiled at him, trying to put on the best cum slut show I could. I was still scared and knew he was still capable of hurting me. He did slap me once, but not very hard. "You're just like Sharon, good for nothing," he said.
He gave me an old T-shirt he found in the back of the car to clean up with, and told me to get out of the car. He told me he didn't feel like going to the party now... but he was sure I could find somebody there to take me home. "There's bound to be some other horny guy who'll give you a ride for sex. Good luck!" He was laughing as he left me there on the curb. I felt like a total slut. The enjoyment and excitement of graduating was all gone. I just wanted to go home, and forget about this night.
I thought about calling my parents to come pick me up, but I knew how much trouble I would be in when they found out the whole story. I decided I had to try getting a ride from somebody at the party. I must have been quite a sight, with my hair all over the place and my clothes messed up. But I didn't care. I was just looking for a friend. By now it was almost 3:00 a.m. and a lot of people had left, and most of the ones still there were wasted. I was about to give up and call my parents anyway when I ran into Brad. Yes, that Brad.
We hadn't seen much of each other much over the last couple of years. We were still friendly, but since our breakup we had just drifted into different circles. He took one look at me, and took me into his arms. He didn't even asked what had happened, he just held me. That's when I lost it. Tough, self-reliant, take-charge Shayna was gone. What was left was the little girl that had been hiding in me for the last several years. I started crying and couldn't stop. I felt like such a helpless female... which I hate. Brad walked me over to a vacant sofa and we sat down. He hugged me again, and stroked my hair while I finished my crying jag.
When I finally got myself under control, I gave him a quick recap of what had happened. He knew the guy, of course, and swore he would get even with him for me. That was sweet, but unrealistic. Mr. Big Dick outweighed him by probably 60 pounds, and he was an athlete. Poor little Brad would have been pulverized. I told him not to worry about it, it was my mistake that had gotten me into the situation, and I would deal with it later (which I never did, one of the big regrets of my life).
Brad told me he would take me home. When we got back to my house, I leaned over and gave him a soft kiss, and thanked him for being a good friend. I will never forget what he said in return. "Shay, I didn't do it because I'm your friend. I still love you, and I will always be here if you need me."
I couldn't think of anything to say in return. I was in shock. I stumbled out of the car, snuck into my room... and lay awake for the rest of the night. I had no idea that Brad was still carrying a torch for me, and I didn't know what to do about it. I liked Brad, but I had to admit that I had never felt "love" for him, whatever that meant. I know now that is a problem for me. I have always had a hard time feeling deep emotions for the guys I date. Friendship, yes. Lust, most definitely. But true love? Maybe I just don't know it when I feel it, or I am looking for a romantic ideal that doesn't really exist in real life.
The summer between graduation and the start of college went by quickly. I had decided sometime during my senior year that I was ready to cut loose when I went to college. Girl Gone Wild, starring Shayna Simpson. I just felt like being a bad girl for awhile, and getting away from home and parents seemed like the time to do it. But first I had to get rid of my damn cherry. After all this time, I didn't want to lose it at a frat party or something stupid like that. I wanted to be a fully-functional woman by the time Fall term started.
But there was a problem of course, finding the right guy. The obvious choice was Brad, but I had waited too long. I gave him a call, to thank him again for being my hero, and maybe drop a hint that the treasure chest he had been pursuing for so long was ready to be opened. His mom answered the phone and told me that Brad had enlisted in the Air Force, to get some money for college, and he had left for basic training that morning. OK, if it couldn't be Brad, I decided I wanted a little adventure involved with my first time. If I couldn't have romance, then give me thrills. I was ready for a summer fling.
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