The man of 42 tells of his first sexual experience with a girl when he was 14 years old
lNTRODUCTION
My name is Jeffrey Donaldson. I live in the town of Battle Creek, Michigan, where I was born and raised.
I’m 42 years old, divorced with six kids.
My wife had custody of our children when we were young.
But now, aside from our youngest daughter, they’re all grown up and on their own.
I haven’t had sex in quite some time.
I’m simply too busy with my work.
So, mostly I just relive fantasies of sexual encounters I had in the distant past.
In this next story, I tell of my first time having sex with a girl.
I find that recounting my earliest sexual experiences and publishing them brings me tremendous pleasure.
Hence, here below I give you a full account of my earliest sexual encounter.
It’s a little bit drawn out and perhaps overly detailed.
Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it.
It was Monday, June 8th, 1998, shortly before summer vacation began, when I had my first sexual experience. That is, not counting the gazillion times I had played with myself before that fateful day.
I’d been born on June 1st, 1984, so I had just passed my 14th birthday.
I say passed rather than celebrated, because I didn’t have any kind of party or celebration for my fourteenth birthday.
My parents absolutely forbade it.
We were Jehovah’s Witnesses, and I was raised in an extremely strict household.
There was no Christmas, no Easter, no birthdays, no Fourth of July, and no Thanksgiving. As far as my parents were concerned, those were worldly celebrations that displeased Jehovah. We simply didn’t observe them.
By the summer of 1998, my parents expected me to spend even more time than I already was ,going from door to door with them, preaching our religious message to strangers.
I’d been tagging along since I was a little kid, but now they expected me to participate enthusiastically and eventually become a publisher of our faith myself.
The problem was, I didn’t believe any of it.
I never told my parents that, of course.
At fourteen, I knew exactly what would happen if I admitted I had doubts.
They wouldn’t have thrown me out of the house, but they would have believed I’d become spiritually weak or that Satan was influencing my thinking.
My parents would have responded the only way they knew how—with more Bible study, more prayer, more meetings at the Kingdom Hall, and more time spent in the ministry.
They genuinely believed they were trying to save me.
Jehovah’s Witnesses believe Satan and the demons are real and that they constantly try to draw people away from Jehovah.
Looking back, I honestly think my parents might have wondered whether I had fallen under Satan’s influence if I’d confessed to them how I really felt about their religion.
That’s how completely they believed it.
Twice every week, they took me to the Kingdom Hall.
Every meeting meant putting on dress clothes, sitting quietly, listening carefully, and paying attention to every word spoken from the platform.
I hated every minute of it.
From my perspective, my parents had devoted their entire lives to a religion I simply couldn’t accept.
Even at fourteen, I was counting the years until I would be old enough to leave home and make my own decisions.
Anyway, it was in the summer of 1998 that I was to start spending a lot more time (often my whole weekend) going door to door with my parents, telling people about our religious message, and taking a much more active role in proselytizing.
As I hope I’ve already made abundantly clear, I didn’t want to do this. I saw my parents as religious fanatics.
But no way could I tell them that because they would have condemned me and treated me like a pariah.
In fact, since they believed in things like demonic possession, I wouldn’t have been surprised if they thought perhaps that I was possessed if I expressed my true feelings about their religious convictions to them.
That’s how fanatical they were.
My folks didn’t know it, and it was my deepest, darkest secret when I was 14, but often I would lock myself in my bedroom or in the bathroom and masturbate.
I was so horny back then that pulling on my pud was the only relief I had from all the holier-than-thou religious bullshit that my mom and dad believed in so fervently.
Twice a week, my parents would drag me to Kingdom Hall services.
We were always dressed in our finest clothes for the service on Sundays at 10:00 a.m., and then we went to the evening service on Thursday nights.
I secretly hated this just as I hated everything about my parents’ religion, but like I said before, I couldn’t say anything about it.
I had a secret stash of porn magazines that I kept well hidden in my room that I’d purchased with the allowance money my parents gave me.
I used to lie and tell them I was buying food and soda at McDonald’s when in fact I was saving up my money until I had enough to buy a Playboy—or my favorite—a Penthouse magazine.
I had managed to pry up one of the floorboards in my bedroom, I hid the magazines in that hole, and then put the floorboard back.
I didn’t know it yet, but on that fateful late afternoon of June 8th, 1998, I was about to get lucky for the first time in my life.
So now that I’ve given you some background information about me, let me continue with my story and what happened on that day.
School had just let out for the day, and I was walking down the hallway.
That’s when I saw Ellen, a beautiful blonde-haired girl. The golden tresses she had fell practically down to her rear end .
She also had the most sweet face I’ve ever seen her eyes sparkled like two shiny azure pools .
Ellen Decaperelie was to me the most beautiful girl in all the world.
She was 14 like me, and in most of my classes too
Ellen sympathized with the fact that I was being raised in a stifling religious environment by parents who were super strict.
Coming from a devout Roman Catholic family, she more than understood.
So, on that wonderful Monday afternoon when the school was just about empty and because I had to stay after for being disrespectful to the teacher, I was just about to leave the school and head home on foot.
The principal had called my parents and he told them that since I had been bad, they should punish me by having me I walk home rather than picking me up. It was a four-mile hike which I really wasn’t looking forward to.
Anyway, after I got out of Mr. Mendelson’s class (who was the teacher I’d supposedly “talked sass to,” as he put it), I was walking down the hall on my way out of the school, I happened to see Ellen who was walking by me down the hall in the other direction.
I said “hi,” and she said “hi “back. Then she turned to me and said: “So you had detention too?”
“Yeah,” I said rather forlornly. “I had to stay after school in Mr. Mendelson’s class for being rude to him. I guess what I said to him was disrespectful somehow.”
“Well, what did you say?” Ellen asked. For a moment I hesitated, and then I told her. I stood up and corrected Mr. Mendelson when he said that World War Two started on December 7th, 1941.
I corrected him by saying the United States came into World War II on December 7th, 1941, when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, but that the war had been going on in Europe for over two years, and that World War Two actually began on September 1st, 1939, with the German invasion of Poland.
When he asked me if I was sure about that, I told him that I was. And if he didn’t know those historical facts, then he wasn’t much of a history teacher.
Mr. Mendelson didn’t like being corrected like that in front of the whole class, and because everyone laughed when I added that part about him being not much of a history teacher, he became angry.
He told me that he wanted at least a 10-page handwritten essay on the beginning of World War II from me, and that it had to be ready tomorrow.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, he told me as I was just leaving his class that I’d have to come back and stay after because he was giving me detention for giving him sass. I never gave him sass, but that’s the way it is with that guy.”
Ellen had always been a bit of a straight arrow, so when I added to what I’d just told her by saying that I thought Mr. Mendelson was, quote: “a real asshole,”
Ellen got all flustered and dropped her books.
So I bent down to pick them up for her, and she bent down too to collect what books I hadn’t picked up yet.
When she did that, I caught a glimpse of her breasts, which were unusually large for a girl her age.
They were almost D cups.
So anyway, I got an erection, and my penis started throbbing, and she noticed my erection and just smiled.
We both stood up, and then I walked with her to her locker so she could put her books away.
As she was putting the books away, she told me that she had gotten detention too (from Mrs. Slosher, our English teacher) for chewing gum in class.
Her locker was kinda far away, so we had quite a walk to reach it.
On our way to her locker, I asked her if she wanted to go out with me sometime, and she said “yes” and told me that she had been wanting me to ask her out forever.
This made us both happy, so we both just smiled and kept walking.
I took her hand while we were walking, and she kept holding my hand, so I assumed she liked it.
We got to her locker, and she said that her mom wouldn’t be picking her up for like 2 hours because what she usually did is pick her right up, bring her home, and then go back to work.
Now, she didn’t have the luxury of doing that; she was buried in the paperwork she was doing at her office, where she worked as a certified public accountant for the city of Battle Creek, where Ellen and I both live.
So Ellen explained she would have to wait several hours before her mom could get away to pick her up.
I asked if I could stay with her to wait for her mom to pick her up.
I told her that my parents were making me walk home, so if I used the phone booth down the hall.
I called my parents and told them I’d be late because I’d been asked to help a friend learn about the Jehovah’s Witness religion.
Since my parents wanted me to start preaching, I felt that they would have no problem accepting this lie.
It worked, even though I had to make up a name of a kid I knew and didn’t bother with at all on the spot.
Anyway, after making that phone call and lying to my parents, I hung the phone up and saw that Ellen was smiling at me.
“I can’t believe you told a big fib like that,” Ellen said.
“I would do anything to spend time with you, Ellen,” I told her.
She blushed and smiled at me again.
I smiled back… We kinda just stood there looking into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, then I kissed her, and she kissed me back.
I gave her one of those long, closed-mouth kisses that you always saw lovers give each other on TV.
But I’d been reading Penthouse magazine, so I knew about French kissing too.
Soon we were making out right by the telephone in the hallway. We didn’t worry about anybody seeing us because the school was empty.
There may have been a janitor somewhere around, but we never saw him in the halls.
And back in those days, they didn’t lock the schools up like they do now.
So we could expect a reasonable amount of privacy as we kissed and held each other close.
After our long closed-mouth kiss, I eventually opened my mouth and moved my tongue into hers.
My tongue touched her tongue, and played in each other’s mouths.
By that time, I had a huge erection, and she could feel my penis pressing against her body.
So she took my hand and guided me into the girls’ bathroom so we take our clothes off and get into some really heavy petting.
We locked the bathroom door, and then we started to really go at it.
We made out for like 30 minutes, then she really got into it, and I felt her hand reach under my shirt, and she lifted my shirt off and pressed herself against my bare chest.
Then I slid my hand under her shirt and lifted her shirt off, and we were still making out (i.e., kissing and cuddling) the whole time.
I pulled Ellen as close to me as she would go, then she reached around to her back and unfastened her bra.
I watched as her bra fell off her breasts, and my penis rose up to its almost 6-inch full length.
Even though I was only 14, my manhood was well endowed.
Ellen guided my hands to her naked breasts, and I cupped and fondled them forever.
Then I started sucking on her nipples, making me insane. It was such a magnificent thing to be sucking on this girl’s tits. I never wanted to stop.
Still kissing, cuddling, and sucking each other, we managed to pull each other into a stall.
Ellen unzipped my pants and noticed how big my still-hard erection was.
She unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants.
Then she reached with her fingers and thumbs into the waistbands of my pants and undies and pulled them off and down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them.
At the time I didn’t know know how this young girl had the knowledge to do all this, But I’m sure glad she did have such knowledge.
She then she dropped to her knees and started sucking my penis.
Ellen sucked me so hard I almost cried.
It was amazing; getting that first blowjob , it felt like heaven on earth.
If this was sin, then I wanted to commit it. I didn’t care what the Bible said.
I actually came in Ellen’s mouth, and she swallowed my cum.
I’ll never forget ….
She was looking up at me while on her knees with the most adoring gaze I’d ever seen on any girl’s face before or since.
I helped her to her feet and then put her against the wall, where I sucked her nipples as hard as I could, and she kept groaning in pleasureful encouragement the whole time.
After that, I took off her pants, and then her panties, and I fingered her pussy. My fingers found her clit, and I tweaked it again and again.
Then I got down on my knees so my face was level with her pussy, and I plunged my lips into her pussy lips.
I ate Ellen for all I was worth, licking and sucking her and enjoying the sweet juices of her orgasm as I made her come, and she screamed with delight.
When I stood up to face her, Ellen said, “Fuck me ,now, fuck me, fuck me.”
I smiled. I told her to spread her legs as wide as she possibly could, putting one leg on the toilet so she was really open to me.
She held my penis and massaged it.
Then she guided my stiff boner into her pussy.
I’d read about screwing in my Penthouse magazines, but I’d never, ever ,done it before.
Yet here I was actually having intercourse with a beautiful girl.
I stuck my penis into her vagina, moaning the whole time.
Ellen kept saying “more, more, more” as I entered her and started moving in and out.
“Fuck me hard, Jeffy,” she cried out.
So I thrust into her harder and harder and harder.
I kept my penis in her as I sucked her nipples and played with her breasts.
Then, after having my penis in her for almost 30 minutes, I took it out.
But I wasn’t done yet.
I had Ellen sit on the toilet bowl as I put my penis between her boobs and squeezed her big knockers together, massaging my dick between her huge tits.
This made me so fucking horny that I screwed her yet again while she sat on the toilet bowl.
Ellen and I fucked 5 more times in the bathroom during that school year of 1998.
Whenever I got detention, I went looking for her afterwards, and I often found that she too had gotten detention.
We knew what would happen whenever we met.
Since the school was empty, we went right to the girls’ lavatory and fucked and sucked our brains out there.
It was magnificent!
Looking back on my life, I am so glad I had sex with Ellen.
I found out later that she was very experienced because she’d been having sex with a man who was like 30 years old.
Being with a girl who was so well trained in the arts of love was a wonderful thing.
In fact, it was the most magnificent feeling I ever experienced in my life.
I tell you, having oral sex and intercourse with that girl was so much better than me playing with my penis on my own.
That’s the way I looked at it when I was still a kid.
So if you’re young and horny, my advice to you is to get out there and get laid.
But make sure you wear a condom, ’cause now, Ellen is my wife.
We have six kids.
Ellen conceived that first child of ours when she was 14 as a result of having intercourse with me.
We got married when we were 15, shortly after my first daughter was born.
Both her parents and mine agreed to it, but my parents, being strict Jehovah’s Witnesses, made sure that I was disfellowshipped.
And my parents have never spoken to me since then.
But you know something? I don’t care. I was very happy with Ellen for quite some time.
In fact, our marriage lasted for 22 years.
Even though my wife and I are now divorced, and all but one of our kids has moved far away, I don’t regret what I did.
For the longest time, in the early years of our marriage, the sex we shared was very, very hot.
So if you were expecting tales of orgies or swinging or anything like that,
I’m sorry, to disappoint you, but my wife and I never got into anything so crazy.
But we did have a passionate—if monogamous—relationship for many, many years.
And I’m grateful to God (whoever or whatever God is) for giving me those wonderful years of sexual joy and deep heartfelt love, and a truly enjoyable family life.
I still love my wife although we can never be together again. We’re just incompatible now.
Maybe someday I’ll find another girl and fall in love again.
But I’ve been so busy working as an attorney that I just don’t seem to find the time anymore.
Maybe I should start looking around…
After all, I don’t want to wake up someday and find myself old and gray and unable to get it up and deeply regreting that I didn’t have more sex in my life than I did.
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