First Time 2002

First Time...

My stories are in the form of a memoir. The tales are first of the protagonist growing up in his parent's guesthouse, then progress to the time when he was an hotelier and culminating with him as sailing ship captain. I have collected them in a series of volumes entitled The Intimate Intercourse of a Hedonistic Hotelier, A Memoir. This story is from Volume I, with the title: The Early Years, Tantalizing Tastes.

Though these stories are, for the most part inspired by true events; I freely admit that some of the stories are "more true" than others. I have changed the names of the participants to obscure their identity and to give them plausible deniability, if they so choose. Rest assured dear reader, all the sexual participants mentioned or alluded to were eighteen years old or older at the time of the blissful encounter!

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"Jacques, can you help me out? Sylvia is coming over this afternoon and I need someone to distract her girlfriend so Sylvia and I can be alone. Could you do that for me, please." My friend Alan said over the phone.

"Sure thing, Al. What time do you want me to stop by?" I said supportively.

"About one o'clock would be great! Thanks Jacques." he answered sincerely.

Alan and I were both eighteen year old senior's at Swifton High School. We had been best friends since junior high. Until I started having sex with Heather we did almost everything together.

I was on a "Heather hiatus" for a month. Her father had grounded her because we fell asleep in my car after sex. We were awakened by a Baker County Deputy Sherriff at about two a.m. I was to have her home by midnight.

Sylvia was Alan's redheaded, very attractive, eighteen year old girlfriend from Seattle. I don't know how he met her. I think her parents had a weekend place on Harry's Pond.

When Sylvia came and visited the island she'd call Alan and they'd get together. Her parents cleverly always had her come with a girlfriend as a chaperone. Hence, Alan called me up and asked if I'd take Sylvia's girlfriend 'out of their (pubic) hair.' I was more than happy to oblige.

Alan had another Seattle girlfriend, Marnie; my girlfriend, Heather's, childhood friend. We introduced him to Marnie, so Heather and I could have some 'alone time' to screw. It was only fitting I should return the favor.

I drove up to the Silver's farm at one on the button. Alan and two girls were standing in the shade of a large oak tree, by Alan's sky blue 1954 Chevy Belair Coupe.

"Hi, Al. Hi Sylvia." I had met Sylvia once before, around Christmas time.

"Hi Jacques." They said in unison.

"Jacques, this is my friend Julie." Sylvia said. "Julie, this is Alan's good friend Jacques."

"Hi Julie." I said.

"Hi Jacques." Julie said with a shy smile.

Julie was also eighteen years old, and attractive, if plumpish, in a light blue dress. She had shoulder length curly blonde hair and a sweet smile.

"Sylvia is only up for the afternoon, so I thought we'd take a drive to Rhododendron Park. Do you want to come?" Alan asked.

"Sure," I said.

"Do you want to go for a ride with Alan and Sylvia?" I asked Julie.

"Yes!" She answered enthusiastically.

So we all piled into Alan's Chevy, and headed to Rhody Park about a mile away. When we got to the park, Alan drove to a camp site.

"Why don't you and Julie go for a walk for a half hour or so?" Alan asked with a twinkle in his eye.

I could tell he wanted to be alone with Sylvia to make out; I couldn't blame him so did I... alas, I was with Julie.

"Come on Julie

,

let's go for a walk."

Julie and I left Alan and Sylvia in the front seat of the Chevy and wandered off into the park. A little distance from the car there was a picnic table. Julie and I sat down, we could just barely see Alan's car through the trees.

"So, Julie, have you been to Baker Island before?" I asked trying to make small talk.

"No, this is my first time. But I don't want to talk, I'd rather make out." She replied.

"You want to make out with me? We hardly know each other!" I was surprised by the suggestion.

"That doesn't matter; I don't want Sylvia and Alan to have all the fun." With that she grabbed me and gave me a kiss.

I thought,

'What the heck?!'

and kissed her back.

I started to put my hand on her naked thigh and up her dress. We continued to kiss. She didn't flinch as my hand went higher. As my hand reached her panties I pushed them aside and played with her clit. At this she parted her legs and leaned back slightly so I could get my finger more easily inside her. Her moist pussy seemed to ask for more.

There was a mossy patch near the table. She and I got up and lay there, as we lay I felt up her blouse. I undid her bra, and felt her breasts. I was surprised to find she had placed Kleenex in her bra to give the impression of larger breasts. I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Her cunt was framed by fine blonde pubic hair, just begging for my cock.

I undid my pants and pulled them down with my briefs to my ankles. My penis was hard and ready for action. She kicked her panties off one of her legs so she could better spread them for my entry. I set my penis on her warm moist vulva and thrust to the hilt. My cock easily parted her tight moist labia.

"Oh, Yes, Jacques. That's what I want! Fuck me. Fuck me." She cried.

I thrust several times and came in a burst, flooding her vagina with my sperm. My penis twitched as it continued to spurt my love juice deep into her wanton love box. I stopped with my cock deep within her.

"Again!" She pleaded.

So I started again; thrusting and thrusting, my bare ass in the air, my knees grinding into the dirt. I came again with my penis deep within her. I filled her tight little cunt with my sperm. I know if she was fertile I would have made her with child.

After our second bout, I said, "You know we should be getting back to the car. Alan and Sylvia will wonder what is taking us so long."

"Don't worry about them; Sylvia wanted Alan to fuck her. It's her first time with him."

"I still think we should get back." Thinking

'Boy, these Seattle girls are sex machines!'

I had gotten up on my knees and gazed at this cute girl who wanted for me to fuck her. My cock was still stiff and plenty wet with cum and cunt juice. Her curly golden locks were splayed on the moss. Her rumpled skirt was up around her waist. Her pussy was moist and matted with our mutual coital cream.

In an irresistible pout she mouthed,

'Please, fuck me again. Please!'

I couldn't resist. If Alan wanted to leave he could come and find us. I lay back on top of this tempting wood nymph. I eased my cock back into her tight juicy cunt and thrusted away. I grunted gleefully as I filled her again with six great gobs of cum. After that third time, I got up to pull up my pants, my knees were caked in dirt and moss. There was moss in her hair and I could see her bottom was covered in moss. There was even a little moss on her moist cunt. She brushed off casually and pulled up her panties and smoothed and straightened her skirt. All and all though, the moss did make a fairly comfortable bed for our fucking.

As we walked back to the car she said, "Not bad for a first time?"

"First time! That was you're first time? You were a virgin?" I exclaimed. She did have a fairly tight cunt, but she didn't feel like the other virgins I had enjoyed.

"First time on Baker Island!" She answered with a smile.

When we got back to the car Alan and Sylvia were in the back seat finishing their dressing. I guess Sylvia got hers too. I don't know if the two girls were in some sort of competition, if they were, they were tied!