I had a very active sex life in my teens. Which is very funny as I was very naïve and had absolutely no interest in boys until I was 15. Then I became a notch in the high school stud's belt, I honestly thought that it was going to be a date but he had another idea.
on the drive home he pulled out his dick and asked me if I wanted to play with it. I'd never seen a dick let alone touch one but I was curious so I started touching it. it sort of amazed me as it started to get bigger and harder the more that I played with it. I thought like wow is this what it's supposed to do. What I didn't know at the time was that he had a rather large cock, as it was my first I didn't have anything to compare it with.
I guess that he was getting a little uncomfortable driving with his cock hitting the steering wheel and he asked if I wanted to go parking and since I didn't know what all he meant by that I said yes. We stopped at the local lover's lane and started making out. I was really enjoying kissing him and having his hands under my shirt fondling my breasts. I kept rubbing his cock as I was at a loss of what I should be doing and he certainly seemed to like it.
He said that he needed to get more comfortable, so he got out of the car and came over to my side and got me out and we started making out standing up. He started feeling my pussy but it was outside my pants, but it felt good made me aroused, I guess a little too aroused as I didn't notice him undoing them and before I knew it my pants were down by my knees and his fingers were exploring my pussy. I really hadn't expected that I was going to get fucked but he had me so worked up with his fingering that when he spun me around and bent me over the trunk, spread my legs a bit and rubbed his cock around my lips and it slid in. Suffices to say that I lost my cherry on the trunk of a 72 Challenger.
It wasn't the way that I wanted my first experience to be. Oh the sex was great, he knew what he was doing and made sure that I came. Looking back I think that he did it that way so he could get off better, because he was pumping in me and rubbing my pussy he kept asking if it felt good. All I did was moan and pant, I started to feel the tingling in my pussy, he rubbed and pumped harder, he came shortly after I did and that was the only time that I felt uncomfortable as he really rammed deep, it felt like he was stabbing me with that cock.
We didn't call it that back then but I guess that I was his fuck buddy for the next couple of months, as the rest of our coupling was him coming over to pick me up and then having sex, either in his car or when his parents were out at his house. I certainly learned a lot from him, but he moved on to other conquests.
I wouldn't say that I was all broken up by that, but I think that he keep quiet about us to his friends while he was doing me, and then blabbed after he moved on, because no one ever asked me out during that time but when he was done with me I had a lot of the boys ask me out.
I had sex with a few more boys, but mostly because I didn't want them to think that I was easy, it was hand jobs and the occasional BJ, both of which I got very good at.
I had my first threesome when I was 18. I finally attracted the attention of this preppy jock, I'd had eyes on him for awhile but he was on the shy side and I think was a bit put off by the reputation I'd acquired. He had a class pool party at his house. It a just fun party to cool off on a hot day, sort of last times the class would be together before we graduated. I had done my best to attract his attention and we talked and flirted. The party was ending people were changing into dry clothes and I asked him if there was a place that I could change and he said sure use his room, and he lead me to it. He was about to leave so I could change and I knew that would probably be my last chance so I asked him to undo my top before he left. As he undid the back I turned in to him so he could see my boobs. I had nice firm breast, as he stared at them I asked if he liked them. I thought to myself that was so corny but I wasn't that good at seduction and it was the first thing that popped into my mind. We ended up in his bed. He wasn't the best lover that I had but he was eager. We had sex twice and were laying there in each others arms, and then his brother walked in and told him something that he needed to do so he got up and left. His brother was a year younger and a tall hottie. I thought that he leave and follow his brother but he stayed and talked with me, more like teased me saying I know what you two were doing, stuff like that. I thought that his attempt at flirting with me was sort of cute and I flirted back and I said something like he might know what we were doing but he didn't know how to do it.
I thought that I could chase him out by standing up to get dressed, wrong. He moved right up to me and said wow I was gorgeous and started to touch me, I made a feeble attempt to stop him, but I was getting aroused and frankly enjoyed his clumsily attempts. I started rubbing and kissing him, we ended up in the bed with me on top riding him. We were going at it really heavy and his brother came back, we didn't notice him right away. In fact I didn't notice until the younger brother came and I was getting off and he was sitting in a chair staring. It was all silent for a moment until the older brother spoke. All he said was could he have another go. I did them both again.
I have been married for over 30 years now. My husband is a rather progressive liberal feminist, we have 5 daughters. He is a great lover and does not lack in that department. He recognized early in our marriage that I have had urges and things that I want to explore and while he isn't that wild type, he is supportive and understanding.