My First: Margaret's Account
Thanks to Margaret, I experienced the thrills of youthful passion.
Raised as an only child by devout Presbyterian parents in Ohio, I was taught that sex was a sinful act. My upbringing instilled in me that my penis was for peeing and reproduction only, not for any kind of pleasure.
My parents worked tirelessly on their small farm, spending long hours to bring pigs, goats, and sheep to market. I helped them out as much as I could, excelling at maintaining our tractors and a small Citroen.
The monotonous life on the farm led me to leave home and pursue a degree in Mechanical Engineering at Columbus State Community College. It was there that I met Margaret. Black hair, brown eyes, five older brothers, a stay-at-home mom, and a construction worker father – Margaret had experienced more of life than I had. She studied Business Studies and Hospitality.
From the moment I met her at enrollment, I knew I had to see her again. That night, I masturbated more fiercely than ever before, my thoughts centering on her cleavage, curves, and captivating smell. My parents would have been appalled if they had found out.
One lunchtime, I bumped into Margaret in a communal corridor. I chatted with her amicably, not suspecting what was about to happen. She then dragged me into a female-only restroom, pushing me into a stall.
To my astonishment, she grabbed several of my fingers and slipped them into her vagina, frantically masturbating herself with my fingers. She lost all sense of decorum and decency in her quest for sexual satisfaction. As she came fiercely all over my fingers, she rushed out of the restroom – leaving no words but, "Meet me in the refectory at four o'clock."
At the refectory, she led me to a secluded maze she had discovered on the college grounds. There, she quickly extracted my erection from my pants. Margaret's touch and the fresh air combined to trigger an immediate orgasm, high in the afternoon sky.
She didn't seem bothered. She removed her bra and began sucking, fingering, and teaching me oral sex. Within minutes, I was ready for round two.
This time, I held out for a good two minutes before ejaculating. As always, Margaret's pleasure was her top priority. I was more than happy to help.
Looking back, I must admit that I enjoyed more than I gave in our relationship.
Although each moment was spent either masturbating, fucking, or sucking, it was no surprise when Margaret broke it off after nearly four intense weeks. I spent three weeks longer than expected with her.
Objectively, I was her placeholder while she waited for someone better: someone with a larger penis, who took longer to climax, and who was more attentive to her needs. Simon, who was almost four years older and 12.7 centimeters taller than me, possessed a car, and had a job – connected to money.
I didn't bear any ill will towards Margaret's choice at the time, and I still don't.
Since then, I have often relived our time together during epic solo sessions. I remember fingering Margaret passionately on the back seat at the movies, sucking her off on the back seat of her dad's Chevy, and introducing her to cunnilingus in a secluded maze.
My fondest memory was the first time I had full sex with Margaret. While babysitting her 2-year-old sister, I had the chance to make love to Margaret. After hours of mutual masturbation, I gently slipped on a condom, making her orgasm with my semen. I lasted longer than I thought I could. I was immensely proud. Margaret was also satisfied. I now believe that Margaret carefully orchestrated this encounter.
I will never forget the way Margaret ignited my sexual awakening.
Update:
My parents died tragically during a tornado that hit our farm. I had to endure the remaining years at home before joining the Navy. During active duty, I had the opportunity to travel the world and taste the forbidden pleasures, which I had been deprived of. The shame and guilt of my secret life eventually overwhelmed me, and I returned to the farm for my final journey.
I met Margaret again in a shopping mall. We exchanged brief, distant glances before she moved on. The memory of her and our time together lingered deep within me. I could smell the pleasure and feel her warmth on my fingers.
That encounter sparked my memory of our past, filled with passion and excitement. I returned to a crate of old letters Margaret had written to me. As I opened one of them, my hand trembled with nostalgia. I sat down on the floor and began reading her words.
Unaware of her love for me, Margaret was already seven months pregnant with Simon's child. She described our steamy encounters in great detail in each letter, reminding me of our intertwined passion. I lost myself in the moment, then rewound the film to the tragic day I was left with the memories of Barbara's mother.
The letter that struck a chord the most detailed her last night with me, when she had not yet known the joy of fatherhood. Our time together was drawing to a close. She described her lover's hands, which were now disguised as my own, holding and caressing her in ways I had never done.
My heart began to ache thinking about the one who had replaced me. It hurt deeply knowing that I should not have allowed myself to be replaced. She warned me that her new lover's techniques were too intense, but I had no choice. My life was in the hands of fate.
My parents' home, which was filled with memories of empty meals and church pews, seemed cold and lifeless. The air felt densely packed with the smell of old papers, leaving me craving for new sensations. Eager to remedy this, I took a job as an airline mechanic, leaving my past behind.
I'm no longer the farm boy who learned to love through Margaret. Over the years, I grew hornier than ever. I enjoyed the power I held, bedding women who loved to be touched, fucked, and sucked, like their aching vaginas depended on my sperm to come.
The letters form a vivid account of our passionate tryst in the maze and the intimate moments we shared. Margaret was brutally honest about my effect on her and her undying love for me. I'll never forget the twenty-seven weeks of pleasure, humility, experience, and lust Margaret bestowed upon me.
I had thought our relationship was gone. Now, I know it's not. Our secret crime will burn bright within me forever.
I'll be forever grateful for Margaret for giving me a taste of young lust and sex.
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