All the guys i (f)ucked - first casual sex (F18 - M18) | 2016

INTRO

I'm Anna, I'm 30 now. I'm rather skinny and I just love sex. I made an account especially to tell you all my fucking stories. I'll start with the old ones ;) All my stories are true, feel free to ask away if you want to know more. -also: english is not my first language, please tell me if you find mistakes or uncommon grammar in my stories.-

This story takes place a few months after my first "real" boyfriend had broken up with me. After the last story I had a request to describe myself a bit so I'll start with this. At the age of 18 I was very skinny. My weight was just slightly over 100 lbs, but I was already as tall as now, which is about 5.4 ft. - okay, that's not actually tall, I know ;) I didn't want to be skinny, I would have preferred to have some curves. My hair was quite short and dyed black, going for some roaring 20s style but mostly I felt like I just looked like a boy. As an attempt to make up for that I was wearing skirts and dresses most of the time. Short ones and very short ones.

So, for the story: (if you come here for the sex part only skip to Later that night and leave out the events that led to the sex

I had wanted to got to France, again, for another student exchange program. The first time I went there I had to stay with a family because I was underage.This time I was allowed to travel with a group of several youths who were supervised by some early twenties grad students. Our group was about 16 people, most of them were 17 or 18, a few were already 19. When I arrived at the bus I realized that I knew none of them. It felt like a fresh start, a perfect new chapter after that love disaster with the older guy.

We piled into the bus and prepared ourselves for a very long ride. Lots of time to get to know each other and enjoy some talk with everyone. One guy was particularly sticking out from our little group. He was very tall - I'd guess 6.2 ft. and had shoulderlength dark hair. Neither skinny nor chubby, he seemed to be very content with his body which added to the "grown up" feeling I got from him. Somehow he looked older than most of us, like he'd be around 20. Of course I made sure to talk to him several times while we were on that bus ride. I liked talking to him because he was witty and smart. Soon some silly jokes were going around and it felt like we knew each other for a long time when we finally arrived on our first location in the south west of France. The youth hostel where we stayed for the night wasn't far from the beach so we wandered around in small groups, discovering the area and enjoying the late afternoon sun. Despite the strong wind it was still warm but just a bit too cold to go swimming.

I was standing barefoot in the ankle deep water, my shoes in my left hand while shading my eyes against the sinking sun with my right hand. Soft waves were flowing in and out and suddenly it occurred to me: "I'm in the Atlantic Ocean!", I shouted out, just voicing my thoughts like I did very often back then. Some girls of our group were with me, standing on the sandy beach, not getting their feet wet. Suddenly there was Tarkan, too. The tall guy came running along the beach and swept me off my feet. He picked me up like nothing, held me in his strong arms and looked into my face with a sparkle in his dark eyes. "No, you aren't in the ocean", he said, went two steps further into the water and dropped me like a sack of flour. "Now you are in the Atlantic Ocean" he said, turned around and casually walked back out of the water. While I was struggling to get up, literally dripping wet from head to toe, I noticed that he somehow had managed to stay dry. His shoes had been left on the beach, his shorts had been carefully rolled up and he had a good laugh at me when I finally sauntered across the beach, saltwater still dripping from my colorful short dress. My first idea had been to throw my soaked sandals at him but then I just walked up to him laughing and shook myself like a dog in order to get him wet, too. This caused a lot of laughter from the group but they found it even more funny when I hugged him. Now I was satisfied because I had gotten him wet, too. For the next few minutes we kept mock wrestling and he picked me up once again, threatening to throw me back into the ocean. The other students had wandered on, going back to the hostel for dinner. At some point the playfulness became something else, we somehow realized we were touching each other all the time, and the touching suddenly got a very different quality. He sat down on a small bench overlooking the beach and pulled me in his lap. Without speaking a word we started kissing and it was damn good. Sitting in his lap with my very wet short dress felt very very right and yet wrong at the same time. I could feel how much he liked this through the fabric of his thin summer shorts. It didn't bother me at all, but he seemed to be embarrassed. "M-maybe we should, you know, go to dinner with the others, no..?" His nervousness was adorable and since I started to feel a bit cold from the wind on my wet clothes I agreed to go back to the hostel. We didn't feel like everyone should know so we just tried to act normal and sit with the others. After dinner there was music, and some games for the group. At 11 PM we were sent to our rooms so we could be well rested for the next day. Of course we didn't go to sleep but kept on talking with the room mates.

Later that night, when the other 2 girls in my room were sleeping I decided to sneak out and have a look who's still up. We had not made plans for that but as soon as I came down to the little place in front of our hostel I saw him sitting there. His eyes lit up as I walked up to him with a smile on my face. "Let's go down to the beach again", he suggested, and off we went. We had seen a wooden dock a few hundred feet away and headed for that little place. Under the dock was a wooden bench-like log where he sat down. I straddled him and as soon as I sat on his lap we started to make out. I was wearing a short skirt and a thin shirt. Kissing him felt so good but I liked it even more when he let his hands wander under my shirt, gently caressing my back before lifting up my shirt a bit, gauging my reaction. As an answer I started grinding into his raging boner, thinking to myself "damn, that guy is hung!" because only my panties separated my wetness from his summer shorts and the hardness beneath. I didn't think about his size for too long because he distracted me with licking my nipples and playing with my titties. This got me incredibly horny, so I didn't object as he let his hands roam under my skirt and into my soaked through panties as we continued to kiss. I let out a little moan as he finally touched my pussy. He was very carefully exploring and I could see on his face how much he enjoyed it. "You're shaved..!", he whispered with big eyes. I put my feet on the ground to give him better access. As he slowly, very slowly began to dip his finger in my wetness and make small movements I moaned again and realized "I want to fuck you". His reaction told me that I had, indeed, said this out loud. "Really...?", he said, looking very surprised, but also quite eager. "Uhm, yes, I want to have sex with you", I answered "but... do you have a condom?" He had one. Exactly one, in his wallet. We hastily stripped off all our clothes placed them on the log, so he could sit down again. As he sat, I stood in front of him, his legs between mine so I could straddle him again. It was rather dark but I could still see his huge cock. I told him to guide it in as I slowly lowered myself onto him. Taking him inside me was no problem at all, it felt so good to be filled with his rock hard cock. At first we just sat like this for a bit and started making out again. His hands were all over my body and I slowly started grinding. He made a low sound in his throat that I answered with a moan as he grabbed my ass and pulled me into him even harder. Steadying my feet on the ground I started to ride him and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to cum. I could feel my orgasm build and had a feeling that he, too, wouldn't take much longer. I grabbed his long hair in the back of his neck and spread my legs a bit more, grinding my weight into him and wrapping my legs behind his back. I could feel him so deep inside me, it was just too much. He kissed me like he wanted to eat me alive and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in tight. I shivered all over as I came and it was a good thing we were kissing because I would have moaned very loud at that point. Still shivering in his tight embrace I could hear his low groan and I felt his cock throbbing inside me. It was so good that I almost came again. We kissed some more before I had to climb off his lap. My legs were really tired from that position and it was getting a bit cold. While I picked up my clothes I watched him take the condom off. I couldn't help but ask him "did you ever measure? how big is it?". He laughed at my open admiration for his cock so I felt the need to add "it just felt so damn good, I never had such a big one". His eyes went big as he told me he had measured 8.4 inches and that, in fact, he never had anyone before.

I was quite shocked to find out he had been a virgin. That would explain the ever so careful discovering of my pussy with his fingers and the oh-so-happy look on his face. Suddenly I felt like I had done something wrong, just casually taking his virginity and I told him I was so sorry. But he assured me he found nothing wrong with it and was very very happy that he had finally done "it", before had to be and "old virgin" (his words, not mine). Now I was even more shocked. I had never asked for his age because he looked like 20. In fact, he was barely 18. During this talk we got dressed again, then we cuddled for a bit before we walked back to the hostel to get some sleep.

TL;DR: I fucked a virgin with a big dick on the beach in France