ROUGH SEX - MY FIRST EXPERIENCE

I remember when I was at primary school (I believe you call it junior grade school in the US) being tied, as a result of a dare, to the schools iron gate with my arms and legs spread in a cross position so that every time one of my fellow pupils wanted to enter or exit they'd have to swing me too. It was a windy summer's day and my light skirt was blowing up constantly so my knickers were being shamefully displayed. One of the older boys actually kissed me as I hung there in a welter of humiliation. I was eventually "rescued" by a teacher who swore to me that he wouldn't rest until he found whoever was responsible and punished them. He didn't hear me muttering 'please don't bother' under my breath. I used to wonder what became of the boy who kissed me (it was, after all, my first kiss) and if he had erotic dreams about it for ages afterwards - I certainly did!

A few years later, I suppose I was thirteen or fourteen by then, I found myself running around with a small gang of girls and boys of about my own age. We'd spend Saturday afternoons and Sundays playing in each other's back gardens if we could get a bit of privacy from the parents. I wonder that my mother never caught on to the fact that whenever I told her that I was going to so and so's house to play, it was often the case that so and so's parents happened to be away at the time. I think she was more disturbed that I seemed to have little interest in clothes or make-up and would rather play tom-boyish games with friends than go shopping with her. My interest in clothes was limited at this time to how quickly I could get out of them and indeed, in a rather spooky foretaste of my future career, I was known as 'Naked Nikki' due to my unseemly haste in showing off my body at every opportunity. In my defence, perhaps I should say that it wasn't so much that I voluntarily stripped, but rather that a boy, or occasionally a girl would say to me, 'Show me your tits.' and I would. Or maybe a boy would tug my track suit bottoms down and I would never hurry to cover up again. None of them had much of an idea what to do with me once I was exposed however until one day one suggested that they should tie me to a tree and they hauled me off with my track suit around my ankles and suspended me by my wrists from an overhanging branch with a length of washing line. Then there was another short hiatus while they decided what to do next and then they started running around me in a circle waving sticks pretending to red Indians or some such while I tried not to burst into tears in case they stopped and untied me.

One of the boys suddenly switched the back of my legs with his stick and the rest followed his example. They would circle round me and each time they passed round my back they would let fly and it bloody well stung. Worse still was that the blows went higher until they were full across my bottom and I could feel the rough bark tearing at my knickers and I realised that pretty soon I would be completely bare from the waist down. I could contain myself no longer and burst into floods of tears, partly because of the treatment that I was suffering and partly out of fear of what my mother would say when she saw the cuts and bruises on my legs. Then in the middle of these dark thoughts along came my knight in shining armour in the guise of Jaimie, one of the older boys. I still don't know what made him do it, and I have since talked to him about it, but he came right up to me while I dangled there blubbing and put his arms around me and kissed me full on my lips. I was gasping so hard that when his mouth covered mine, I must have been sucking the air direct from his lungs. He kept on holding me as the others continued beating me, each blow driving me hard against him so I could feel the solid stubbiness of his junior erection pressing on my belly and each time I jarred against him it seemed to get bigger and harder. I think Jaimie must have been signalling behind my back for there was a lull in the stinging blows and I felt his fingers hook into the waistband of my knickers and the slithering as he tugged them over the mound of my buttocks exposing me completely for his friends who immediately re-commenced my beating. I also realised that if Jaimie could have looked down he would have been able to see my pubic bush in all its adolescent glory and this made me press myself closer to him.

God only knows what kind of hormones were coursing through my young body but I felt dizzy and weak at the knees. I had seen pictures at school, crudely drawn images of girls with their legs in the air and boys with monstrous erections entering them and I knew that this was what I wanted more than anything right then. But then I fainted, at least I must have done because the next thing I was conscious of was lying on my tummy on the grass with the warmth of the sun on my back and the deliciously cool sensation of some kind of lotion being applied to the backs of my legs and my bum by a couple of the other girls. One of them, Pauline by name was letting her fingers stray into places unexplored by any fingers other than my own and humiliatingly withdrawing them to show the others how wet I was. Somebody said, "She wants Jamie." At that moment I became acutely aware that my hands were under my tummy and still bound and that I was going to have little choice about what happened next. I found this though oddly comforting and struggled to my feet when I felt the rope tug at my wrists. It was Pauline who led me over to the garden table and went round the far side tugging at the rope so that I was forced to bend and stretch myself across its hard surface. I could feel a cooling breeze tingling at my lacerations and wafting over the hot and moist folds of my pussy. Somebody shouted for Jamie and I could just see him round my left shoulder as he appeared in the French doors of the house. He was fully dressed except that a pink spear of flesh crudely protruded from the front of his summer shorts. This was it then, my virginity was going to be taken as I was sexually used by a boy who had held and kissed me while I was beaten and now wouldn't even demean himself by getting undressed to fuck me. I felt oddly calm about it and didn't even cry out as Pauline tightened up on the rope binding my wrists, in fact I raised my bum as best I could, blatantly offering myself. I found that if I shifted my weight from one leg to the other I could wriggle it to entice Jamie even more. Doing this made rude squelching noises and my pussy felt like a damp sponge caught between my legs. Several of my friends laughed at this and one said I was nothing but a dirty slut. But I hardly had time to digest this before I felt the weight of Jamie's cock come to rest between my bum cheeks, he pulled back a little and the tip dropped down until it was nuzzling at the tight little entrance to my body. jamie grasped my spread thighs and jerked back and I squeaked when I felt a twinge of pain as my hymen parted and then his cock was all the way up my cunt. A kind of roaring in my ears started as he began to pump in and out of me and suddenly I felt like I was surfing on the crest of a giant wave with clean white foaming water all around me and rays of multi coloured light shafting down from a blue blue sky. Then it all exploded and fused into one tumultuous brilliant sensation as I orgasmed for the first time ever.

When you consider the intensity of the experience it is little wonder that it affected and ruled the rest of my life. And in case you're interested my mother never did notice the cuts and bruising on my legs as one of the girls lent me her thick school tights to wear home and I managed to keep covered up until everything healed. Jamie and I embarked on a lasciviously sexual relationship based entirely on rough sex and upon my body's reactions to various forms of physical punishment, only ending on the day that he caught me mid orgasm during a hairbrush spanking from his sister and her friends and he realised that neither his cock nor his sparkling personality would be enough to keep me loyal. Men can be so pathetic sometimes! If only he'd joined in, what a scene that could have been (sigh!).

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