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Anything Goes
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Straight Male / 31
When we were discovered the admonition from my parents was 'there are things you never do'. In this case fucking a young girl. Growing up we camped a lot and this time we had gone to Arkansas and we were camping near this river and being 15 I wondered off and found a swimming hole. No one was there, and after swimming for a while I took my pants off and was skinny dipping. I looked up and this girl was standing there, she actually had pig tails, in jeans and a farmer's top.
She sat on this rock and asked me what my name was. It was kind of obvious I was naked because two feet away from where she was sitting were my clothes, shorts and underwear included. I told her the water was cool but good and that she should join me. Her response was that she didn't have a bathing suit, and I pointed out that neither did I and she could get in the water naked herself. I would keep my eyes shut until she was under water.
She stood beside the water hole and took off her top and her pants and said she was going to get in but with her underwear on. I said no way, I was naked and she had to get naked too. She asked me to prove it so I swan to the edge and stood up and showed her I was naked. She took of her bra and pushed down her panties and came over to the edge, I too her hand and she got in with me. She said her name was Sally, I introduced myself, she said she was going to be in the eighth grade, I told her I was going to be in the tenth.
We swam together for a bit, across the pool was a rock and she said we should go sunbathe on the rock. Once on the rock we lay on our back and she asked if I wanted a blow job. Embarrassed at her question I stumbled, up till then I was the king, but at that moment I was a total fool. She said that her brother was in a band and that she gave her brother and his friends blow jobs. She sat up and leaned over and took my unimpressive penis in her hand and started to give me a blow job. As soon as I got an erection she went to work, I talked to her while she did her thing, she said her brother was seventeen and she liked giving blow jobs.
I asked her if she ever screwed, had sex, and she said no. Not yet, but if I wanted we could do it. No one was there, absolutely no one but us. She took her place and I got on her and we had glorious intercourse with the warm sun on us. It was glorious, glorious, the warmth of her pussy, I got harder than I had ever gotten, she put up with me, until she found a more comfortable position and we got the rhythm down, her arms holding me tight by the neck and BAM, off I went, every last little bit of all I had been holding in for that one day, every last miniscule amount went into her. Her orgasm was more silent, but she held on to my neck.
We were found by a park ranger naked on our backs on the rock. When he got our ages, he said he didn't have any choice, it was bad enough fucking out in the open at a state park, but the age thing didn't give him any choice. We dressed and he took us back to her camp sight and he spoke to her father. He went and got my parents. The sit down was like a movie, a lot of what do you think you were doing? type questions.
As it turned out between her birthday and my birthday we were less than two years apart, but that was luck, pure luck, and my father repeated that to me for several weeks. A lot of expectations, waiting for the other shoe to drop, wondering if she was 'in trouble'. When we found out we traveled to her home. Her brother was a total jerk, I felt like telling everyone that he had his little sister give him and his friends blow jobs, but I didn't. I just sat with her on this enormous sofa, side by side listening to the world coming to an end.
When we were finally allowed to be alone, to talk, she said she was OK with it. Getting knocked up that way was worth it. We were told that we would be getting married, but she needed to turn fifteen first, but that we were getting married. Visitations, her coming to our house and me going to see her were set trading off every six weeks. When we were together we talked about lots of things, but we spoke mostly about how she was pregnant. She asked me if I wanted to be there when the baby was born, and we agreed on that. We found out that she was pregnant with a girl so we picked a name.
When she turned 15, I was 17 and going to be a senior that year, we got married, and she held our daughter. It wasn't a big ceremony, but it wasn't small either, by then everyone was over the shock of her getting pregnant. She came to live with us, and our parents ended up getting along. I'm sure that at the mall we must have looked like a stupid crazy kids, walking around with a baby, and pretending to be all grown up. But, we were, we were in our own minds. Whip out a bottle and sit on a bench with her while her mom was shopping for us.
Yup, being a teenage dad was everything you could want and more. Shouldn't have done it, but we did, and no regrets. It was worth it, more than worth it, hell it was the most exciting thing I ever did.
She sat on this rock and asked me what my name was. It was kind of obvious I was naked because two feet away from where she was sitting were my clothes, shorts and underwear included. I told her the water was cool but good and that she should join me. Her response was that she didn't have a bathing suit, and I pointed out that neither did I and she could get in the water naked herself. I would keep my eyes shut until she was under water.
She stood beside the water hole and took off her top and her pants and said she was going to get in but with her underwear on. I said no way, I was naked and she had to get naked too. She asked me to prove it so I swan to the edge and stood up and showed her I was naked. She took of her bra and pushed down her panties and came over to the edge, I too her hand and she got in with me. She said her name was Sally, I introduced myself, she said she was going to be in the eighth grade, I told her I was going to be in the tenth.
We swam together for a bit, across the pool was a rock and she said we should go sunbathe on the rock. Once on the rock we lay on our back and she asked if I wanted a blow job. Embarrassed at her question I stumbled, up till then I was the king, but at that moment I was a total fool. She said that her brother was in a band and that she gave her brother and his friends blow jobs. She sat up and leaned over and took my unimpressive penis in her hand and started to give me a blow job. As soon as I got an erection she went to work, I talked to her while she did her thing, she said her brother was seventeen and she liked giving blow jobs.
I asked her if she ever screwed, had sex, and she said no. Not yet, but if I wanted we could do it. No one was there, absolutely no one but us. She took her place and I got on her and we had glorious intercourse with the warm sun on us. It was glorious, glorious, the warmth of her pussy, I got harder than I had ever gotten, she put up with me, until she found a more comfortable position and we got the rhythm down, her arms holding me tight by the neck and BAM, off I went, every last little bit of all I had been holding in for that one day, every last miniscule amount went into her. Her orgasm was more silent, but she held on to my neck.
We were found by a park ranger naked on our backs on the rock. When he got our ages, he said he didn't have any choice, it was bad enough fucking out in the open at a state park, but the age thing didn't give him any choice. We dressed and he took us back to her camp sight and he spoke to her father. He went and got my parents. The sit down was like a movie, a lot of what do you think you were doing? type questions.
As it turned out between her birthday and my birthday we were less than two years apart, but that was luck, pure luck, and my father repeated that to me for several weeks. A lot of expectations, waiting for the other shoe to drop, wondering if she was 'in trouble'. When we found out we traveled to her home. Her brother was a total jerk, I felt like telling everyone that he had his little sister give him and his friends blow jobs, but I didn't. I just sat with her on this enormous sofa, side by side listening to the world coming to an end.
When we were finally allowed to be alone, to talk, she said she was OK with it. Getting knocked up that way was worth it. We were told that we would be getting married, but she needed to turn fifteen first, but that we were getting married. Visitations, her coming to our house and me going to see her were set trading off every six weeks. When we were together we talked about lots of things, but we spoke mostly about how she was pregnant. She asked me if I wanted to be there when the baby was born, and we agreed on that. We found out that she was pregnant with a girl so we picked a name.
When she turned 15, I was 17 and going to be a senior that year, we got married, and she held our daughter. It wasn't a big ceremony, but it wasn't small either, by then everyone was over the shock of her getting pregnant. She came to live with us, and our parents ended up getting along. I'm sure that at the mall we must have looked like a stupid crazy kids, walking around with a baby, and pretending to be all grown up. But, we were, we were in our own minds. Whip out a bottle and sit on a bench with her while her mom was shopping for us.
Yup, being a teenage dad was everything you could want and more. Shouldn't have done it, but we did, and no regrets. It was worth it, more than worth it, hell it was the most exciting thing I ever did.
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