Condoms?

My first fuck with a condom, and I was nervous as all hell. Oh, not because there might be pain or blood, I’d dealt with that by removing my own hymen. No, I was nervous about all the horror stories I’d heard about condoms failing - especially the cheaper ones. 

So, naturally we bought a certain well-known brand name, but even they can fail. The sex itself was pretty good for a first time, but what gave me an added thrill, and yes, I know weird things turn me on, was when he pulled out and his cum was trapped in the little bubble thing at the end. If as fascinated by it. In there was a large amount of cum…semen….spunk….whatever you want to call it. 

Much earlier, before I’d ever got near a boy, I’d found a used condom in the waste basket near mum & dad’s bed. This was something even more special. In that tightly knotted condom was my dad’s semen….the stuff that had made me and my sister. As ‘doing the bins’ was one of my household responsibilities, I felt confident that they wouldn’t suspect anything if I just left an empty bin behind. Holding it in my hand made my tummy flutter and my clit throb. This had been on my dad’s impressive cock, and inside mum. And the white liquid inside it? Well several things. First, it was real semen, although I called it ‘sperm’ back then. Second, it was my dad’s. That added something to it, although I wasn’t quite sure what or why. All I knew was when the thought landed through my brain that dad had ‘shot his load’, my clit tingled and I was flooding my panties. 

So, I stripped down to my panties, used mum’s nail scissors to poke a tiny hole in it, and let some dribble onto my lower tummy, just above my panty waistband. I had real sperm on me. Yes, I smelled it too. And yes, I even tasted it. I had some on the fingers of my left hand against my nose and lips when I came harshly into my panties. 

But that first fuck with a condom. He hadn’t been sure he wanted to trust it, bless him, and said he’d try to pull out. I was having none of that. I wanted to feel him cum in me, and almost to hell with any consequences. I remember lifting my hips high off the bed and moving down, while urging him to, “…cum in my cunt.” I had learned even back then the power of a girl talking dirty to a boy. I felt that delicious pulse, pulse, pulse as he came inside me, and then, as I said earlier, his cum in the end of the condom. 

I can’t honestly say the presence of a condom feels much different to me. I lubricate heavily during sex, so dryness has never been a factor, but I understand that they feel awfully tight on guys, and their presence can desensitise them. With younger teenage boys, or let’s say inexperienced teenage boys, that’s not bad thing since it makes them last longer. 

Oh, one thing I learned that first condom fuck time, was sucking a boy after he has taken it off is yucky! I don’t know what the cover condoms with, but it tastes awful. 

Remember, when us girls get told about ‘sperm’, we are told they look like little tadpole thingies. At my school at least, the Good Sisters never told us about semen. “Now, girls, sure, an’ the first time yers make a boy cum in yers hand, sure doesn’t it look an’ feel a bit like egg white, but more a white, slightly marbled appearance. It smells a little tangy…a little metallic, an’ it tastes salty. It’s ok ter swallow it, girls if hers have sucked him off, but remember, the little tadpoley thingies are hiding in there, and yers don’t let them get up yers fannies.” No..we had none (or ‘nun’) of that! 

So naturally, us ragingly horny teenagers couldn’t wait to find out for ourselves - any way we damn well could. I knew at least two, possible three girls who spied on their older brothers whenever they could - one of whom I strongly suspected had engaged in a little ‘you show me how you do it, I’ll show you how I do it.’ I spied on my parents' sex lives. 

Mum and dad didn’t always fuck. They had, and still have for all I know, a rich and varied sex life. Sometimes mum would ask him to, “Cum all over me.” On those occasions, I got to watch as he jacked off on her. That’s when I learned the definition of ‘heavy cummer’. Sometimes, mum would straddle his face and masturbate herself to orgasm. Like me, mum squirts. 

Between 13-16, semen was something like the Holy Grail, something to be eagerly sought, yet avoided at the same time. 

I went through a phase of loving to have my boyfriend at the time ejaculate on me. I didn’t care where, face, hair tits, tummy, back, bum….hey…wait. I’ve just made a connection! Fuck! How could I not have realised! Jeez I can be slow sometimes! 

I had just squeaked into being 16, and mum asked me if I wanted to go on the Pill. I said yes - blaming the painful periods she and I both knew I didn’t have. A few days prior to that, I’d had an ‘accident’. My then boyfriend and I had got down and dirty on the way home from school in an old (very, very old) flint-walled barn. We’d been making out and I had finished him off by hand. Unusually, and somewhat awkwardly, this had been face-to-face. My kilt was lying on the floor, and I’d been teasing him as I wanked him by holding my panties forward so he could see my mound. I had warned him NOT to cum in my panties, as, like all girls of my age, I was convinced sperm could go on hiking expeditions and find my ovum even if it meant crawling up my legs from my feet. 

Anyway, at the appropriate moment, he had cum and I’d aimed him off to one side. Some had gone on my shirt.  Mum, of course, had found it, realised I was sexually active and that’s why she  suggested the Pill. Fuck! I’ve only just made the connection. 

So, for a while, all the girl talk at school was who had seen/smelled/tasted semen. The next and obvious stage being who had dared let a boy cum in them? Remember, most families around here are fiercely Catholic, and the Pill was out of the question for many girls. So it was either condoms (brought from the nearest town or preferably in the city) or relying on luck. 

But would it surprise you to learn that I still enjoy the ‘innocence’ of being fucked with a condom today? I’ve been richly blessed with the men in my life. Both The Lovely Chris and The Gorgeous Allan (now known as TLC and TGA respectively) are quite up for indulging me from time to time. 

Now, this brings me onto something I know nothing about - what it’s like for a teenage boy, so here’s what TGA told me. 

“Er…right…well….where to start? I suppose spontaneous erections feature. In my case, they’d happen whenever I got warm or sleepy - and that includes in class sometimes. Believe me, an adolescent boy soon learns how to minimise the effects of a hard-on! 

Then there’s wet dreams. I never had one, because I learned how to get myself off before one ever happened to me. Once I’d learned how, I did it a lot. Several times a day, but I learned to calm down. Then I began to watch more closely. I was, I suppose, learning my own body. For example, I learned how I feel just before I start producing pre-cum. I also made myself watch when I ejaculated and I learned that with me at least, there’s a tiny little ‘spit’ before the main ‘cum’, as it were. One day, I caught this little ‘spit’ and took it to school. I put it on a microscope slide and looked at it. It was teeming with sperm. I never knew that, but I know if I ever had unprotected sex, pulling out just before the orgasm hits is way too late! 

I lost no opportunity to ‘see girls’. No, I don’t mean just look at them…I mean look down their tops, up their skirts. (Hushed voice now) I even….er….’looked at’ my sister, as you know. I mean, all that curiosity, and here was a real, live girl right in my own home. (I suspect that is way more common than people would be comfortable with….both ways round.) 

When I heard my mates talking about smelling their girlfriends on their fingers and doing it when they jacked off, I knew it had to matter….be important…..but I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time and it started to drive me crazy so….(quiet voice again)….that’s when one day, oh I don’t know, but I was feeling incredibly horny and also really angry - that happened a lot back then - horniness and anger - anyway, I’d come home from school early, and was pacing in my room. I’d decided to have a wank, but this time….oh I got hard in a second, but this idea of….smelling a girl….simply wouldn’t go. Anyway, I truly don’t remember walking into the bathroom, but I do remember finding my sister’s panties right on top of the laundry in the hamper. I remember they were bottle green - the panties she used for PE. I remember finding all this whiteish stuff in the crotch and I figured that must be what the other guys were talking about. Oh, Anna, I just held them for ages. I wanked myself, just standing there like a twat holding them. Then….then I put them to my face and inhaled. Oh. My. God! My head seemed to explode! This amazing scent! I came so hard, it actually hurt me for a couple of days afterwards. Worse still, by instinct I caught my cum in her panties. Usually when I wanked off, I had a supply of tissues, but my brain was firmly in my cock that day! So, there I was, naked, having just shot my load in my sister’s underwear. I washed them out and dried them and tossed them back in the hamper and prayed no-one noticed. Since that day, I …. Did it quite a few times. Not because I fancied my sister, but just because it was a ready source of…..ummm scent. I suppose I did start to wonder how she did herself, how often, when, where. Teenage boys are incredibly curious, and we didn’t get told much at school.” (No, you wouldn’t around here.) 

So, similar curiosity, similar inventiveness when it came to satisfying that curiosity. And what about pregnancy? Were boys scared of getting a girl pregnant? 

‘Are you fucking kidding? Around here? The worst thing imaginable. No-one thinks that sex is a shared thing. A girl gets pregnant around here and it’s, “Look what you’ve done to her!” as if she was just lying there reading a book rather than wrapping her legs around you and urging you on.” 

When I’m feeling virginal and innocent, I love being fucked with a condom. It’s as much a sex-aid to me as a vibrator or butt-plug. I love re-enacting all the things I did during my sexual flowering. The first time a boy spanked on me….the first blow job I gave…..the first fingering I received….the first time I wet myself deliberately. All such happy memories, and all can be relived…

…with the right partner of course.