Jennifer Goes Camping

This is a work of fiction, though some of the people in it may have been real, and some of the experiences may have actually happened. I'll leave it to your imagination to decide what (or who) was real and what (or who) was not. Hint: the story is mostly true, but some things had to be filled in where her memory failed.
Nobody in this story was underage when they had sex.
When I was growing up, my family used to go tent camping a lot. This one time, during the summer after I graduated from high school, we were camping at a lake with a bunch of other families (many we had known for years). At first, I thought I was going to be bored, but before long I met Josh. Josh was a sophomore in college, and a few years older than me, but he took an interest in me, and I thought he was hot. It was probably because we were the only two young people there at the lake because he really wasn't that hot.
Yes, there were plenty of little kids at the lake, but they didn't count. At least, they didn't count to me at the time. Having lots of kids around just meant that somebody was going to ask me to watch their kids for them, and I didn't want to do that during my vacation time. I wanted to spend time with people my age (or at least close to my age) and have fun. I didn't want additional responsibilities (like babysitting). There would be plenty of opportunity to work after we returned home from the trip.
On the day that Josh and I met, my family went swimming at the lake and canoeing. My mom and dad seemed to have everything they could handle just herding my younger siblings around. They had already decided that I was old enough to entertain myself, so they didn't worry too much about me. For that reason, I was pretty much left to my own devices.
That night Josh and I sneaked out of our tents and watched the stars while lying on our backs in a grassy patch next to the lake. We stayed there for quite a while and talked. Just before we parted, he kissed me on the lips. It was my first kiss. I fell instantly in love with him. OK, I didn't really know what love was, but it felt like what I thought I would feel when I fell in love. It didn't hurt that he was constantly telling me how beautiful he thought I was and how he was falling in love with me. I was happy ... very happy.
The next day, Josh and I hung around together all day, doing various activities; swimming, canoeing, cuddling, kissing, whispering. That night, after dinner, he talked me into swimming in the lake alone with him. It was wonderful. There was nobody else around, and the only sounds were the loons and their haunting calls across the water. It was actually quite romantic.
He kissed me a lot, put his hands inside of my swimming suit, and touched my body in places nobody had ever touched before. He eventually had untied the string of my bikini that went around my neck and was caressing my bare flesh with his hands and lips. I kept looking around, thinking that my mom or dad would see us and realize what he was doing to me. He assured me that nobody could see what his hands were doing under the water.
He made me feel so sexy when I was with him, although I really didn't understand what I was feeling at the time. Even though the water was cool, I was feeling very warm in his arms. Other than that, he was causing tingles and other funny feelings in my body that I had never before experienced.
When we finally got out of the water, we lay down on a towel in a secluded location that was out of sight of anybody unless they walked right up on us, and he further loosened my swimming suit, so he could fully suckle my nipples and feel my pussy for a while. I wasn't sure that I should Ataşehir Escort let him do that, but it felt so good and he was talking about love.
He had my swimsuit pretty much all the way off of me (I was basically lying on top of it), and he was touching and kissing me all over my body. His hands and lips were making me shudder with pleasure. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I was worried that I would totally lose control. Indeed, I had almost already lost control.
After a while, in addition to being nervous about the things he was doing to me, I started getting cold and asked him to stop, so after he tried to persuade me that everything was OK but failed, we got dressed and he reluctantly walked me back to my tent ... very reluctantly. He tried talking me out of going back to my tent all the way there, but my mind was set. I'm not exactly sure why I chose to stop what we were doing and go back to my bed, but I am sure that fear and confusion were weighing on my mind. I didn't understand what was happening to me, and my conservative upbringing had always stressed that I should be cautious around boys.
In the end, Josh was unsuccessful in convincing me to not go back to our camp. However, on the way back to my tent, he made me promise that, because the next night was our last night together, I wouldn't stop him, no matter what he did. I wasn't sure what I was thinking he meant by that, but I promised. I have always kept my promises ... no matter what ... so even though I didn't realize it at the time, that promise sealed my fate.
After breakfast on the third day, Josh and I went for a long walk in the woods, where he kissed me again for long periods at various places along the trail, and we felt each other through our clothes a lot. We had a little bit of under clothes action too (OK, we had a lot of under clothes action ... I couldn't help myself). It felt so good. Anyway, I was enjoying it and could see no harm at the time.
As a consequence, I was pretty much continuously turned on throughout the day. My pussy was tingling and leaking my juices (there was a steady stream of lubrication coming out of my vagina), and my nipples were erect. I was surprised that nobody (other the Josh and myself) seemed to notice my high state of arousal. It was like a constant buzz in my body.
So, that night, while our families were at a campfire, both Josh and I were well-primed when we took a canoe to the other side of the lake. When we got there, I found that he had already laid out a big double sleeping bag in a small clearing next to the lake shore. I was surprised, but not scared. I was with Josh, a boy who said he loved me and who I thought I loved as well.
In the moonlight, we started kissing and rubbing each other again, but this time it wasn't long before items of clothing were being completely removed. In no time at all, I was standing there in nothing but my panties, and he was there in just his boxers. I was thinking that it was a good thing it was mostly dark because I didn't have much in the way of breasts, but I needn't have worried about their size because it turned out that he liked them just fine.
I was getting cold, so he suggested that we get into the sleeping bag. If I had thought that the clothing removal would end at that point (and I did), I was wrong. Within a few minutes of getting into the sleeping bag with Josh, we were both naked, and his cock was standing at attention between my legs as he lay on top of me.
He kissed and sucked me on my lips, my ears, my neck and my breasts, while his cock was softly sliding around and over my pussy. I can tell you ... I was getting Anadolu Yakası Escort warm all over, and my natural lubrication was not only making me wet but the fluids coming from his cock were as well. Even though I had been worried that he wouldn't like my breasts, he seemed to love them, which made me very happy. He seemed engrossed by my nipples.
Josh soon had me totally turned on. I loved the feel of him suckling my nipples, and he paid attention to the rest of my breasts as well (what there was of them). He was very busy kissing and sucking every inch of my skin that he could reach. To say that I loved it would have been a gross understatement. I ended up with hickeys all over my breasts (and some elsewhere on my body) that night and my natural lubrication had totally soaked my pussy.
Yes, my juices were flowing, and the head of his cock was being coated by them as he slid it around between my labia. The tip of his cock kept rubbing against my clitoris, and I couldn't get enough. I had never felt anything like it. My hips were rocking in time with his movements to try to get even more contact with my clitoris. He was sucking my right nipple when I realized the tip of his cock had left my clitoris and was sliding into my vagina in short little movements. It was starting to ache from the pressure of his cockhead against my hymen.
I told him I thought we shouldn't go any further, but then he reminded me of the promise I had made the previous night when I had stopped him. I didn't really want to continue because we had already gone further than I thought we would, but I had promised that I wouldn't stop him this time, so after a little hesitation on my part and insistence on his part, I said OK and he continued pressing his cock up into me.
I still wasn't really sure where this was all going because my mother had never had "the talk" with me. This was all before anything called sex education. That sort of thing was left to the parents, and mine were too shy to broach the subject. I just knew that this activity was going where I had never been before. I closed my eyes and decided to let him do what he wanted. Other than the ache in my pussy, he was still making me feel pretty good with his ministrations.
He continued to suckle on my breasts (which felt absolutely amazing), and he slowly worked his cock head up into my vagina, seeming to stretch me (I now know that it was my hymen stretching). At one point, the pressure became unbelievably strong inside my pussy. I still had no idea what was happening. I hadn't really been told anything about the hymen, so I didn't understand what I was feeling as his cockhead stretched it inside of me.
Then suddenly, my hymen ruptured and there was a shocking tearing feeling inside me, and I felt his cock break free and slide all the way into my vagina without further resistance. His cock tearing through my hymen wasn't too painful, more of a pinch or a paper cut with the additional feeling of being suddenly stretched out inside. But with it also came an overwhelming feeling of warmth and being loved. It was amazing. Even without any sex education, I knew I was no longer a virgin.
However, he didn't just hold himself in me to let me get used to his cock being inside of me, but rather just started fucking me almost immediately, going faster and faster until he was really banging me. I followed my instincts to fuck back against him as his cock slid deeper and deeper into me. His cockhead was banging up against something deep inside of my pussy over and over again, and it was starting to hurt me.
At the same time, while where he had torn my hymen still stung a little, Kartal Escort it was an unbelievable feeling having his cock moving inside of me. Unfortunately, as quickly as it began, I felt him shoot his sperm into my pussy. He pushed his cock into me really hard (pressing hard against what I now know was my cervix), which hurt me again. It seemed like his climax went on forever, and I could feel pulse after pulse of his warm, wet semen being shot up into my body. That was a strange feeling. Then, after he was completely spent, he collapsed on top of me gasping for breath.
A few minutes later, I felt his cock start to stir inside of me again, and he was sliding in and out once more. He hadn't gone soft after he came inside of me, and he was ready for more. Once again, I followed my instincts, and my hips were rocking against him every time he thrust his cock up into my vagina. It was beginning to feel a lot better, but he was more interested in his pleasure than mine. His cock was hammering my cervix, causing me pain every time he thrust into me, but I was still pushing back against him, basically ignoring the pain.
I was experiencing pleasure and pain at the same time. I assumed that this must be the way it was for girls when they had sex, so I kept on rocking my hips to allow his cock to penetrate me fully, even though it caused me pain every time I did it. Pretty soon, though, the pain was outweighing the pleasure, and I just wanted it to be over. I complained that he was hurting me, but he just said it was normal, and that I was there to give him pleasure.
With that, I just soldiered on as he speared me over and over again. Soon, he was once again forcefully pumping his sperm into my womb, pressing his cock into me as hard as he could as he unloaded inside of me. Yes, it felt strange to feel his sperm being shot into my womb, but I was also hoping that this would be the end.
That was it. There would be no orgasm for me that night. After he caught his breath, he pulled his messy cock out of me, cleaned the mess (blood and semen) on his cock off with my panties, and then stuck my panties into his pocket. I thought he was just teasing me, but then he refused to give me my panties back. Suddenly, I knew I had just been used by him for his own pleasure and satisfaction, and that he didn't love me at all. I went over to the lake and cleaned my pussy with the water as well as I could. His semen was running out of me and down my leg. I was thankful the lake was right there, but the water stung me as I used it to clean myself.
I was so ashamed of myself for letting him just use me like that. He started getting dressed, and he hurried me when I dressed a little more slowly than he wanted. There were no more gestures or mutterings of love. There was only impatience. By the time I was completely dressed, he had rolled up the sleeping bag, threw it into the canoe, and was ready to paddle us back across the lake.
We got back to our camp, and he gave me a peck on the cheek, told me that I was a good fuck, and then walked away without even looking back. I was crushed, and my mom didn't understand when she found me crying softly later that night inside my tent. I couldn't tell her. The next day we left to go home, and I never saw Josh again. Luckily for me, I didn't get pregnant from my first time with Josh. That would have added insult to injury. I was, however, terrified of letting boys near me for a long time.
I know this is a very short story. But not all first-time stories are long, and they don't all have happy endings either. Thanks to Expat (not his real name) for helping me tell my story here. He thought that I should flush the story out more, but when I declined (I really didn't have that much time), he helped me by editing what I wrote and helped me to publish it anyway. He is a good man and a good writer. Even though we live on opposite sides of the world, we still keep in touch regularly.
Jen