My husband popped my cherry. This doesn’t sound very risky or adventurous, but it was both. It happened Saturday night, January 18, 1969. Back then “nice” girls were supposed to be virgins till they were married, and unmarried girls including me weren’t given the Pill.
The risk and adventure came because Al wasn’t yet my husband. He’d just officially become my fianc . And there I was, lying on my back in his bed, naked save for my engagement ring and diamond-studded earrings, with his hard, dangerously bareback cock thrusting in and out of my till-two-minutes-ago-virgin pussy.
I’d met Al a year and a half before, when I was 19 and a bridesmaid in a wedding he also attended. He was 28. The first date was pretty innocent, but we moved on to parking and making out. Soon we were going to his apartment. The first time, when we were rolling around, my dress got pretty wrinkled. We decided if I took it off but left my slip and lingerie on, that would be okay. Of course, as time went on, more clothes came off. Soon I was in his bed naked from the waist up with only my panties on, but I told him they were to stay on and he was to keep out of them.
It was just after my sophomore year in college. Fresh man year one of my sorority sisters and her boyfriend had made a baby in the back seat of his car. We sisters didn’t know whether it was a pure accident condom mishap or baby roulette the guy trying to pull out just before he shot, or, more dangerously, shooting his seed in her pussy and just hoping for good luck . Whichever it was, they had a pregnancy on their hands they didn’t want. We sisters concluded that the only sure way to prevent that back then was to stay a virgin. We weren’t opposed to above-the-waist fondling and sucking, but below-the-waist was off limits.
Al took off his clothes to avoid wrinkling them and put on tennis shorts. He was careful not to let me see his penis, but while we rolled around, I felt it nice and hard through the tennis shorts. It felt good, but each time he would stop after a while and kind of sigh. I soon learned that we were dry-humping till he shot his load in the shorts. He said later that he had left enough come in them to populate a good-size nursery school.
Anyway, after the formal engagement dinner, we had all gone back to Al’s apartment. Finally everyone else left. My parents drove to their home in a smaller town about 50 miles away, but I was staying with the couple at whose wedding I’d been a bridesmaid. As soon as we were alone, we shed our clothes in record time. In my haste I took off not only my pantyhose but also my pant ies, but Al had his tennis shorts on. Soon his hands and mouth were all over my bare tits, and we started to do a little humping.
It was dark, but he soon realized that I was naked and he began to feel around the tops of my legs and brush his hands through my pubic hair. Soon he was rubbing my pussy lips, then my clit, and then he was ten tatively putting a finger in me. He moved slowly at first, but when I responded by moving my hips, he went faster. I was getting wet. He pulled his finger out, and I felt something bigger at the opening of my pussy. It was slowly pushing its way in. I moved against it the way I had pushed against his finger. He pushed some more. I pushed some more.
Now I wasn’t a virgin, but I still had my cherry. A couple of more pushes took out my cherry. Soon we were fornicating vigorously. Losing my cherry hadn’t hurt—it just felt a little weird. But get ting laid for the first time with what felt like a really large cock, after so much foreplay and being so wet, felt absolutely great. I wasn’t thinking at all about birth control or getting pregnant, just enjoying my first fuck.
Al wasn’t inexperienced, and suddenly he pulled out. I felt some warm sticky goo on my tummy just above my pussy hair. He got up and told me to lie really still. He went in the bathroom and came back with a damp washcloth, and carefully cleaned off my tummy so his semen wouldn’t crawl its way down to my pussy.
When I got up to go to the bathroom, I discovered that I had blood coming out of my pussy and running down my legs. Al helped me clean that up. Luckily, it was about time for my peri od, so I had the necessary feminine items with me to take care of the bleeding. We discovered that blood had run down my legs and perfectly outlined where I had been lying when I lost my cherry. Al threw away the sheets, but the outline had gone through to the mattress. So for the first few years of our married life we had a vivid reminder of our first time.
The next day Al took his deflowered fianc e back to my unsuspecting parents’ house. I went back to college, but was able to return home—and to Al’s bed—the next weekend. Since there was no question that we both were eager to fuck again, he got a rubber out of his bedside table and put” it on. But for our nerves’ sake it would have been better if he’d fucked me bareback and pulled out. I’ll explain.
After Al came, we lay there hugging for a long enough time that when he pulled his penis out, the rubber stayed in me. While he was frantically searching all over the bed for it, I went in the bathroom, and when I” came out told him where it had been. I pulled it out and threw it in the toilet. But we were both horrified.
I went back to college. Naturally, my period was late—so late that I had to confide in my roommates. One of them asked her older sister-in-law to help get an appointment with a doctor so I could find out. Luckily, before the appointment my period came.
I wasn’t able to leave college or have Al visit till spring vacation because of a very difficult course that required a lengthy paper. Even though we’d had quite a scare, we were eager to keep fornicating. And having my room mates know that I was sleeping with Al had its uses. I was able to leave for vacation Thurs day evening instead of Fri day as I’d told my parents. To keep them from finding out, my roommates agreed that if the parents phoned, they would say that I was out and that they would tell me to call home when I got back, and then the roommates would call Al’s apartment and I could call my parents from there. As it turned out, my parents didn’t call.
I flew to the airport in Al’s town. Luckily, no one who knew me saw us. We went directly to Al’s apartment. I” had bought a short nightgown that barely covered my bush, but that didn’t matter because it was so sheer that Al could see not only my bush but my nipples as well. Anyhow, it didn’t stay on very long.
When we got ready to fuck, Al reached for the drawer where he kept his rubbers, but I told him no, I didn’t want a repeat of what happened our second time. He said later he could have explained that he realized what he had done wrong but he was so eager to fuck me that he went ahead bare back. That night we did it at” least three times. He told me later that between times he was careful to pee and wash off his cock with soap and water.
The next day Al took a well-fucked daughter to my parents’ house as if I had arrived on a Friday plane.
Al’s town’s public library was a lot bigger than the one in my hometown, so I used the excuse of studying in that library which I actually did to spend time there. I spent several nights with the recently married couple. Of course, I would spend a few hours in Al’s bed before he took me to their house. We got accustomed to making love on a regular basis.
One morning during spring break I was having my bridal picture taken at a photographer’s in Al’s town, so I stayed with the married couple the night before. When we got to Al’s apartment, I had to tell him that I” was both glad and sorry to” tell him that my period had started. He said that if I didn’t mind, he didn’t mind, since I” had bled all over his penis the night he relieved me of my virginity.
This time Al got out a towel to protect the sheets. We really went at it, and he came inside my pussy for the first time bareback. We figured that was a pretty low-risk form of baby roulette. The next day, the virginal-looking bride-to-be had her picture taken in a lovely white wedding dress with probably a good part of her fianc -lover’s load in her pussy.
I was to return to college on a Saturday morning plane from the small airport in my hometown, so my parents invited Al to spend the night—in their guest room, of course! We didn’t have much chance for anything but a few kisses before we went to bed. In the morning, my father, having his own business and being an early riser, was out of the house by eight, and since my mother and teenage brother were late sleepers, and the house was pretty large . . . eager for one last fuck before I left for college, I sneaked in the guest room.
When Al saw me, he got a big lustful grin. I pulled off” my pajama bottom, he shed his boxers, and in no time his cock was thrusting in and out of me. We had to hurry and have him get his rocks off so we wouldn’t get caught. The danger of being caught and the back-of-the-mind knowledge that we were playing baby roulette for real added to the thrill.
Al cleaned his come off my tummy with his handkerchief. As far as I knew we weren’t found out, but when my mother asked Al if he’d had a good night, he turned a bit red and almost choked on his breakfast.
On the way to the airport, I suggested to Al that we should elope to a nearby state that specialized in quickie marriages. I said my mother was complaining so much about all the details of the wedding that I thought we should just do it. But maybe subconsciously I was worried about losing at baby roulette. So we drove to Al’s apartment to call to see about the quickie marriage, but they didn’t do it on weekends.
We decided that Al would have to drive me back to col lege that day. But with his bed available, we played another game of baby roulette maybe three hours after our first one of the morning.
Luckily, none of my roommates had returned to our apartment, so Al stayed in my bed and fucked me at least three times—always a” bareback baby-roulette fuck. He left the next day, and to this day we don’t think anyone knew but us, except perhaps the guys in” the apartment next door we were so vigorous that the bed made a lot of noise. It wasn’t until months later that we realized we’d fucked in three different cities in less than 24 hours!
I didn’t see Al till the night before my graduation. By then my mother had given me the Pill to start taking in anticipation of my marriage and I’m sure, in her mind, in anticipation of my “first intercourse” . When Al got to my apartment my parents were there, so he asked if there was “someplace we could go.” I knew what he meant!
We were able to get away to a public park. We started making out, and he got some bare tit and panty-covered pussy. Since he had a small sports car, too confined for fucking, he’d brought a blan ket, and we went to a dark part of the park. I had a skirt on, so he helped me pull off my panties and pushed his pants and boxers down. This time we didn’t intend for him to pull out. I was at last on the Pill, and we had to start trusting it sometime! Be sides, it was so close to the wedding that the worst we might have was an “eight-month pregnancy.”
We did encounter one small problem: Just after Al shot his load in my pussy, cops appeared and arrest ed us! He spent the night in jail. But the dean of students didn’t want a scandal and persuaded the cops and judge to change the charge to “disturbing the peace by means of improper attire” from “indecent behavior,” or in plain language fucking in public. Al paid a small fine for both of us. Luckily, my parents never found out.
It was only a month to the wedding. We got in lots of sex. I often had a pussy full of Al’s jism when we went to parties in our honor. One of the best was on his 30th birthday. After a family lunch we went to his apartment. Once we were naked and he had played around with my tits and fingered my pussy, he lay down on his back and invited me to hop on his straight-up cock.
I did so, and rode him cowgirl, and I kept riding after he shot his load in my pussy. His comehole was so tender, he said it was an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. Afterward, I had to be careful to check out my panties and be ab solutely sure that none of Al’s come had dripped into them for my mother to see when she did the laundry.
So on my wedding day my wonderful but na ve father thought he was giving away a virgin daughter to her groom to have in bed for the first time. In reality I” was already a lascivious mistress to my groom, a shameless lover of fucking who had had a pregnancy scare and been arrested for public fornication. But I had lustfully played the game of” baby roulette and won.—Name and address withheld