Summer Of 76`
Age 15.

The summer of '76 was the hottest on record. It was freaking scorching all summer. I spent most of it down by the river in a small town called Chester-Le_Street.

Anyway, met up with a couple of slappers from Durham and ended up in the woods near the river with them. The slapper I ended up with was a ginger lass (can't remember her name) who made it plain that she was up for it.

We split into two couples and disappeared into the bushes. Started off necking and within 5 minutes both of us were starkers and clawing at each others bodies. This was the first time I ever had a girls hands on my knackers. I was in hog heaven.

We didn't do the deed that day but met up the next evening for a walk along the river. We walked for a while then lust took over and we headed down to the river, through the woods. Found a nice shady dell with a bit of a view of the river and took up where we left off the first day. She gave me my first blow-job (ended up spunking all over her tits) and then down to the real nitty-gritty. It was fucking awesome! Considering we were both virgins we seemed to have no trouble pressing each others buttons.

I ended up with my knob covered in blood and my back clawed to ribbons. Happy days.

Next day I cut her dead. She burst into tears and fled crying her eyes out.

Next week, my best mate Tony, ended up having a massive row with his dad. Turns out some guy who worked with Tony's father had had a right go at him for letting his son shag his daughter and then dumping her. Tony denied vehemently that it was him - he didn't know her, hadn't touched her, and didn't have a clue what was going on. Father and son were at odds for months over this.

What had actually happened was that, on the advice of my older brother "Never give girl your real name", I had told her I was called Tony ****.

Sorry Tony.

Cheers

Legless
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 3 Mar 2005, 12:10, Reply)