1. I remember how old I was when I put it in.


    Date: 3/22/2016, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: MarieL, Rating: 97, Source: xHamster

    I was eight when I put my finger in myself, back and front, shocking, yes of course it is, but I was curious. At ten I discovered my dad's obsession with porn, so by then I knew about sex, cock sucking, cum, fucking, and anal. When at eleven and a half, I found my dad's girlfriend's vibrator in a handbag in the wardrobe, washed it clean, and as they say, 'The rest is history'. Whether my hymen was gone by eight or three and a half years later, one thing is certain, by the time I started growing tits, I was hungry for sex, my mind developed at a rate that frightened men, I knew my ass, tits, and cunny, all wrapped in a package that made grown men weep, was my way in life, Maths, Swedish, English, and Physics, were educational, but sex in my head was overwhelming, it was on my thirteenth birthday, I suggested to a man to put put his cock in me, and he did, one, two, three, four, I counted in my head, by six, his sperm was running out of my cunt. I was no longer a virgin, in all accounts, by another human being, and whether I chose the right time to do it is academical, because I started my menstrual cycle a month later, so there were no eggs in my fallopian tubes to fertilize, just the heaving mass of sweaty manhood on top of me, humping and pumping his seed into a young curious girl. Our downstairs neighbour was an old man who lived alone, and when mother went to work, I started to pop into his house for a coke or tea, with cake or chocolate, after school. He was always asking ...
    about my mother, now a divorcee, by thirty one, he wanted to know if she was seeing anyone, and in his perverted way of conversation, when she last had a man in her bed. 'You want to fuck my mother'? He stopped mid-stream, his cup shook in his raised hand, and the weak smile on his lips, indicated he had hit the holy grail of all things sexual. 'That's pretty darn strong from a girl of thirteen', he replied, his eyes blinking as if what I just asked was not true and he never heard me right. 'Well', I defiantly asked again, 'do you want to fuck her'? He sipped his tea from the edge of the cup, 'Yes I would love to', and his hand shook as he lowered it down from his mouth, rattling as he placed it back onto the saucer. 'I never knew girls so young could be so sexual', he asked, his voice shaking. 'It's OK', I replied, 'it's all to do with my hormones'. He laughed, still nervous due to my youthful spirit, and age, older men never really know anything about teenage girls and just how sexual they can be. He was looking at me in a knew light, 'Are you fucking Mariel', I nodded I had. 'When', he asked with interest, 'Not long ago', I replied truthfully, 'he came in me by the count of six'. I lifted the coke bottle and took a swig, the neck of the bottle lingering in my mouth as if I was willing to give him my rendition of a blow-job, he stared and I knew why. 'Did you enjoy it', he asked me quickly? I shook my head to indicate 'No', 'I never really got into it, like I said, he came ...
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