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One Nightstand

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I was an only child of a single mother, and I wouldn’t say that I was sheltered, I didn’t really know much about sex until a man spend the night.

She sent me to bed early, but only after she lit some candles, turned the lights down low, and put on some soft romantic music. Okay, I had no clue, and it didn’t help that the song was in Spanish, but she kept singing “Mi amor,” and “Corazon.”

I wasn’t bilingual, at all. About all the Spanish I knew I learned from Dora, Diego, and Alicia. They didn’t cover love, and heart, but Diego said that Anacondas give great hugs! (Yeah, she’ll hug you to death.)

So, I got a big glass of water, just so I didn’t have to get up if I got thirsty, and instead, I wet the bed. As soon as I came out, I could hear mommy. “Uh uh uh!” At the end of the hall, I could hear him grunting through the door, so I threw it open, and yelled.

“Let her go, and leave her alone, you bully!” I had no idea what they were doing, but he was on top of her, and holding her down. It sounded like he was hurting her, but he got up, and they were naked. Except for a rubber sock he had on his wiener, which he took off, and threw in the trash. Grabbing his clothes, and taking them in her bathroom to put them on.

“What are you doing up?” She got up, and squatted down to hold my arms.

“Are you okay, mommy?”

“Huh!” she rolled her eyes, “I’m fine, honestly he wasn’t hurting me.” She stopped to think, and bit her lip. “We were just playing a game.”

“Oh,” I thought, “A wrestling game?” I shook my head, “Like damsel in distress, only he didn’t have any clothes on.” I saw the boys dress up like knights in armor, and they even put alluminum foil on their swords to make them shiny, but they wouldn’t let me be the princess, because I’m a girl. And that don’t play with girls.

“Yeah, like that, only we play it naked. Oh,” she looked down, and stood up. “Did you have an accident?”

“Yeah, I drank too much water.” So, that was as good an excuse as any to take me back to my room, and help me change the sheets, while her date left quietly. He didn’t come back, so I feel a little guilty now, that I ruined her date.

I had no fucking clue. I thought he was hurting her, when they were just having sex. It wasn’t even rough sex, I though he was holding her down, and shaking her, when he was really just yanking on her shoulders to give it to her deeper.

She left her bedside table open, and closed it after her date left, and she helped me change the bedding. I changed my night clothes, and came back to kiss her “Good night, mommy.”

“Good night, sweetheart.”

“Mom,” I bent down to the trashcan, “What’s this thing?” I held it up, swinging, damp, and rubbery.

“Don’t touch that!” She smacked my hand, and I dropped it.

“I’m sorry!” My chin quivered, and I ran off to bed to cry, myself to sleep.

I have to say that her date was Hispanic, just to explain why she put on Spanish language music to turn him on, but in my sleep. I had a nightmare about him hurting her. Jumping on top of her with his rubbery dick between her legs, but I couldn’t see him put it inside her. I didn’t know he was supposed to do that.

Her bed was sideways, so she could push it all the way back in the corner, but still have enough room to get in her closet, and bathroom. So, she just had the 1 nightstand, oh and my real father left when I was too young to remember. Maybe even before I was born, IDK because she never really told me much about him, she just got sad whenever I asked.

So, I was ignorant, and I kept on having nitemares about it, for IDK how long, but then I chipped a nail on a rock. I hadn’t cut them in a long time, so they grew out, and the rock was so big, I could barely pick it up. This boy said I was too weak, so I tried real hard, but then it slipped out of my fingers, and chipped a nail in the corner.

So, I went home, and got in my mom’s bedside table to use her emery board. (That’s like a nail file, or a stick of sand paper, with different sizes on each side.) That’s where I found her rubbers, she had 2 left since that man only used one, and he didn’t finish since I interrupted.

So, I tore them apart, and unwrapped one. It was still rolled up, but I knew that I shouldn’t be playing with it, since mom slapped my hand, and told me not to touch it. She wasn’t home, she had to work so I had the house to myself, and it was definitely naughty to go through her things. I thought this was the naughtiest thing, she kept from me because I was too young.

So, I threw it out when I finally got it unrolled, but it wasn’t easy, and stupidly thought that she wouldn’t notice if I took the other one. Boy I was wrong, because when she got home, she didn’t notice right away, and I forgot about it, until she came in my room, and asked me flat out if I was having sex?

I shook my head, “No, what’s that?”

Finally, she sat down with me, took a deep breath, and told me what she was doing with that latino man. I had a lot of questions, but it turns out he came in her work, and it was a long wait, so they started talking, and his wife left him, but he didn’t have any kids, so he was single, and she felt sorry for him. He got her number, and actually called her, so she invited him over for dinner. One thing led to another, and they went to bed, then I woke up, and scared him off.

I finally found out what a rubber was for. “Birth control. I didn’t want to get pregnant, so I bought them at the drug store.” Which begged the question what’s pregnant, so she told me where babies come from, and how they get in there. That his penis goes in her vagina, using all the proper words, but the condom stops the semen before it gets to her uterus.

“Oh, no.” I shook my head, “I haven’t done nothing like that.” I hadn’t even masturbated yet.

“Then what did you need the condoms for?”

“Oh, nothing.” So, I told her about the rock, but I left out the part about a boy making me do it, so she didn’t think I was having sex with him, so she sighed in relief.

“Oh, that’s okay,” she rolled her eyes, and muttered to herself. “I don’t need them any more anyway.” Since I ruined her hot date with her latin lover.

I still had the other one, and it was still wrapped, so I tried to play with myself in bed until I fell asleep. I found my baby hole, but my nails were too sharp, so I was afraid of scratching myself up, and I forgot all about the other rubber. Or I could have used it to cover a couple nails, and who knows? I might have even broken my cherry if I thought about it.

My rubber, not my hymen. She left that part off, and I didn’t even know to ask about it. I didn’t even get my fingers in deep enough to feel it before I chickened out. It was winter break, so I didn’t have to get up, and go to school, so I slept in. Then, the next day I put on my warm coat, and I took the rubber with me, to go find that boy.

He was an older boy, and I don’t know if he was a pedophile or not. I’m pretty sure he never touched another girl before me, but he’s the one that dared me to pick up the rock. To prove that I wasn’t a weak little girl, and he showed off over by the playground a lot. Mostly his muscles, he wasn’t that old, or that muscular.

You know, a teenager? But he sure liked to show what little muscle off to little girls like me, to see if we got turned on by it. It didn’t work on me at first, but then I had a rubber, and he was the only boy I knew who might put it on for me. It was a couple more days before I saw him again, but by then I was so frustrated, I just ran up to him, and pulled it out of my purse.

“Look what I got!” I waved it in his face, giggling.

He stopped my hand to look at it, and took it. “Do you know what this is?” He flipped it over to look at the back.

“Uh huh, it’s a condom, you put it on your penis to have sex for birth control.”

“Where did you get it from?” He looked around, but he was definitely interested.

“My mom.”

“How old are you?”

I said 10, but he wasn’t even close to 20, let alone older. There were a lot of questions back and forth, to make absolutely sure I thought I was ready to have sex with him. I really wasn’t, but I didn’t care. Honestly, between the mystery man, and the nitemares, I couldn’t think of anything else. Once I had all the information, my nitemares had even started turning into, well. Wet dreams probably aren’t the right term. Hot dreams? I had to kick the covers off, even in the winter I was so hot, and I even got a little moist, but it was just sweat. “Moist dreams,” don’t really sound as sexy, do they?

Finally, I talked him into going back to his place, but his parents were home, so he couldn’t bring me inside to do it in his bed. He took me around the gate, and sat with me in the back yard, but it was cold so he unzipped his jacket so he could hold me in there, and kiss me. I kissed his neck a lot, because that was the hottest part, and we both let our hands explore each other’s bodies through our clothes, because our hands were cold, but our bodies were hot.

“I love your muscles,” he had quite a bit on his chest, I was surprised how firm it felt, poking, and rubbing it with my fingers. “You must work out a lot.” Also in his biceps, but I couldn’t really touch them, the way we’re sitting in his jacket. There wasn’t enough room in his sleeve for me to stick my hand down it, until his parents left, so we could go inside.

He took off his jacket, and shirt first, so I had to take a break just to feel his body topless. “Can you sit down?” Since he was to tall, I had to reach up to grab his biceps, and squeeze them. He pulled a chair out from the kitchen table, and I squealed with glee, but then he picked me up, and sat down. My legs spread across his lap, I felt him all over, and kissed him while he rubbed my butt, and felt up to my waistband to stick his fingers in my pants.

“Oh,” I stopped kissing, and looked down to unbutton my pants. He grinned, and stuck his fingers in my fly, to rub my puss through my panties, and I humped his hand. “Oh, oh!” They were so much bigger, stronger, and rougher than mine, so he pushed my butt with the other hand to help me hump his fingers harder, and I even grunted like mommy, only in my voice. I wasn’t even faking it, it just came out. “Uh, huhehihn!” I giggled, but he stopped.

“Did you get off?”

“Oh no. You mean an orgasm?” I shook my head. “That was just a giggle.”

“Why don’t you get it wet with your mouth?” He ashed, but he didn’t say to suck it.

“You mean a blowjob?” I looked at it, but it sure looked big to me. It wasn’t in fact the rubber was a little lose, so it slipped up and down when he rubbed it, but I didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to do that.

I shook my head, and honestly, I don’t remember where I heard the term blowjob before, but it’s not exactly uncommon. It was pretty obvious with his dick right in my face, I must have overheard adults talking, when they didn’t know I was listening, but I forgot all about how tight the rubber was on that man’s dick. He was fully grown, so his was bigger, but so was mom, so she could take it.

I figured out how to lick my fingers when my pussy got dry so I did that first, and stuffed them in my panties to rub it in my hot little pussy. I tried blowing it first, so he told me to “Suck it.” Then, he groaned, and I felt his balls bunch up against my fingers. I let it pop out of my mouth when I felt it splash in the reservoir tip, then I watched his fill it up with squirts of hot jizz.

I didn’t even giggle, it was almost hypnotic. He groaned, and sat back down at the kitchen table. “Huh, sorry.” He was out of breath, but he shook his head. “I blew it.”

“That was so neat! Do it again!” I jumped up and down, clapping, “Do it again!”

“Give me a minute, okay?” He had to explain to me that he can’t just do it again and again, he had to catch his breath.

“Well, you want to put your fingers inside me while we wait?” I took his hand, and sucked his fingers to get them wet. Then, he pulled my pants down, and picked me up. Bent me over the kitchen table, and got in his knees to lick me between his legs. His fingers were so big he only needed one, while I usually rubbed 2 up and down the slot, but then he switched from his pinky to a bigger finger, then another one until he stuck his thumb in there.

Honestly, I don’t know when he took my virginity, I couldn’t feel it, but I grunted as loud as I could. “UH UH UH UH!” He shook his hand really fast, so it pumped in and out, and I got my first orgasm. Gripping his thumb with my love muscle until he got it up again.

The rubber slipped off, and he said something about not being able to reuse them more than once, so he wanted me to suck him off again, but I was so horny, I didn’t care if I got pregnant. I wanted his babies, so we did it anyway. Unprotected, but I hadn’t even gotten my period, and he was a virgin too. So, he didn’t have any diseases to worry about, long after we’re fucking all the time, and I finally heard about STDS.

He fucked me good, and hard, so I was walking funny, and his second load ran out in my undies on the way home. I stuck my hand down my pants, and tried to stuff it back in through my panties. Then, I took a shower, and a nap to dream about my boyfriend fucking me until I woke up. That’s when I found out I was bleeding, but mixed with his jizm, I masturbated until I was sore. I didn’t get another orgasm, but it still felt so good, especially his juice mixed with mine all over my fingers, and I didn’t have to lick them to get them wet.

I didn’t see him again until after newyears, but he knew which school I went to. So, he skipped his last classes, and came to meet me there. He asked me if my mom had gotten me any more rubbers, so we could have sex. I saw him coming, so I told my friends to “Hang on a minute,” and ran to the fence to meet him.

He didn’t kiss me, he just looked around, scared. Since he was a pedophile, right outside the school, and he wasn’t hiding it very well. If he’d just played it cool, then it wouldn’t have been so suspicious, but I said “Let me go say goodbye to my friends.” They asked me who that boy was, and I said “My boyfriend!” I hadn’t told them about him sooner, but they didn’t believe me. Good thing, because he could have gotten in trouble if word got out, but I didn’t tell him I didn’t have any more rubbers.

Until we found a spot to cuddle, and get hot again. He got a boner, and it was warm enough for me to pull my panties down. So, we had unprotected sex again, but honestly, I preferred it that way. I wasn’t getting pregnant, and my virginity healed, so it was just his dick snot I had to play with when he blew balls inside me, and left.

So, that’s how I started being sexually active in 3rd grade.

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3 Comments

  • Reply Dan ID:3057hz2fii

    Third grade wow

    • peni69 ID:vzgekoia

      This is fiction you know that right? I write like one a day.

    • Psiberzerker ID:1i2lz52uqra

      Yeah, all my stories are just stories. Sick fantasies, but I like a little surprise at the end. It’s less anticlimactic than: “And they lived happily ever after…” At least I like to think so.