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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Male / 43
We Did 'it' On Conqueror's Peak And Were Shotgun Married Two Weeks Ltr
Just counting, today is the anniversary of losing my virginity.
It was at the river cabin, celebrating Independence Day with my extended family. My cousin twice removed, was she hot, and me went for a walk while the pig roasted on the spit. We climbed a small hill, named Conqueror's Peak, and we sat down with the river below us.
Who leaned back, to count the leaves on the trees is still a point of discussion. "Have you kissed a girl?". "No, have you been kissed? You're almost sixteen? " She let me kiss her and something happened, and she was holding my dick in her hand. I reciprocated, discovering her vagina and inserting a couple of fingers in as far in as I could. The kissing had left hickeys on our necks and her chest. That feeling of your first penetration, so smooth and wet, and her hips in rhythm as I came in her for the first time.
We uncoupled, laying back to recover, we walked back down to the rest of the family, who noticed the hickeys and she was shuffled off to hear about it from her mother and sister. I was sat down on the bags of charcoal "what did you do?". There wasn't anything I could say or do, I was caught and her mother came over to my mother "do you know what these kids just did?". She confessed. So I had to admit it.
A cousin twice removed is legal for marriage. We were married two weeks later in the living room of her parents'. She wore a spring dress, white was out of the question. I wore a suit borrowed from a cousin who worked at the bank. For rings she got our great gramma's wedding band, and I wore a 'loaner' until I could buy one on my own.
Ages? Well she was fifteen and I was seventeen. From that day forward we were MAN and WOMAN, we were no longer kids. That was okay with us, we were regular love bunnies after we were married.
It was at the river cabin, celebrating Independence Day with my extended family. My cousin twice removed, was she hot, and me went for a walk while the pig roasted on the spit. We climbed a small hill, named Conqueror's Peak, and we sat down with the river below us.
Who leaned back, to count the leaves on the trees is still a point of discussion. "Have you kissed a girl?". "No, have you been kissed? You're almost sixteen? " She let me kiss her and something happened, and she was holding my dick in her hand. I reciprocated, discovering her vagina and inserting a couple of fingers in as far in as I could. The kissing had left hickeys on our necks and her chest. That feeling of your first penetration, so smooth and wet, and her hips in rhythm as I came in her for the first time.
We uncoupled, laying back to recover, we walked back down to the rest of the family, who noticed the hickeys and she was shuffled off to hear about it from her mother and sister. I was sat down on the bags of charcoal "what did you do?". There wasn't anything I could say or do, I was caught and her mother came over to my mother "do you know what these kids just did?". She confessed. So I had to admit it.
A cousin twice removed is legal for marriage. We were married two weeks later in the living room of her parents'. She wore a spring dress, white was out of the question. I wore a suit borrowed from a cousin who worked at the bank. For rings she got our great gramma's wedding band, and I wore a 'loaner' until I could buy one on my own.
Ages? Well she was fifteen and I was seventeen. From that day forward we were MAN and WOMAN, we were no longer kids. That was okay with us, we were regular love bunnies after we were married.
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