Lost My Cherry On My First Car Date

My mother called the jugs. "Hitch up those jugs, don't let them flop around like that". That kind of thing. We all had jugs, a family thing. I was trying out for kick team, and my jugs were bouncing all over. My coach told me to tape them down, or get a tighter bra. I had to use my savings to buy a sports bra. I hated it, but my jugs behaved better.

I got a date, my first car date. My mother made me wear a pad, in case the young man stuck his hand down my pants, he'd pull it out right quick. My date was an 11th grader, his father owned the funeral parlor and the two movie theatres in town. He drove up to get me in the big Cadillac they used for the family to ride in for the burial procession. We went to the movies, then pizza pie, then to the funeral home.

He wanted my jugs. When he slipped his hand down my pants he said he'd have to fuck me in the ass, he didn't want any blood on his dick. I came clean, told him it was my mother's idea, I didn't want to get fucked in the ass. I got fucked on the couch of the funeral director's office that night. He really liked my jugs, he said he was a titty man.

That's my confession, how I got my cherry popped back when I was in the tenth grade.