The beginning of the Autobiography CH 1

The Beginning of the ****biography

Cannot believe I am sitting here, approaching my sixtieth birthday, and trying to put together a story about my life. Of course a couple of people, my second and third wife of all things, who just happen to be daughter and mother, are goading me on.

I was just going to jump in at the point in which I had met my future second wife, Kim, but then thought the better of it and decided to fill in how I got there.

So…

Grew up as a middle child with an older sister, just a year and half older, and a younger sister that was five years younger than I. That meant my older sister and I were pretty close. She was very extroverted, popular, and by the time she was in High School she was a leader of every student organization there was. From captain of the cheerleaders to class president, she was the queen. She was also quite a looker. So naturally my inclination was to adore her. She took advantage of this in that I became her guinea pig.

By the time she was fifteen, and I was thirteen, we had a few sexual episodes prompted by her curiosity…of course, I was too. Not that I had actually had intercourse with her, except in my mind. But we had evolved to stripping naked in front of each other and masturbating. Once she even let me fondle her boob while I jerked off in front of her.

All this stopped once she got involved with the boys at school. And truth be told, I think she fucked all of them. But this led to me losing my virginity just before my fifteenth birthday.

Out parents had taken our little sister on a trip to visit relatives in another state and left my older sister in charge over the weekend. This allowed my sister to throw a blowout party for all her friends. She must have had thirty people there, sucking beer, and wine, drugs, and who knows what, this was the late sixties and anything went. Except for little brother hanging around. She exiled me to my bedroom!

All those hot teenybopper cheerleader friends of her’s…damn, I wanted to watch, but to no avail. I went to my bedroom, climbed in bed, and proceeded to play with myself, closing my eyes and fantasizing I was fucking one of my sister’s friends.

I was so involved, did not notice that Mary, one of my sister’s co-cheerleaders, had snuck into my room and was now standing next to my bed watching me pull my wang. She coughed. I froze and opened my eyes.

She placed her finger on my mouth to shush me and whispered, “never let a hard cock go to waste, and you better not say anything to anyone” as she climbed on the bed, pulling up her skirt, and then straddled me.

Mary guided my cock between her legs, rubbing the head against her warm, moist entrance and then plunged my dick deep into her seventeen-year-old cunt. An older woman, in my mind!

I do not think it took more than five humps and I was squirting cum into that cunt.

It all happened so fast that it did not seem real.

Mary was rubbing her crotch while she rode me and before my dick had squirted its last volley, Mary gave out an “Argh” and rolled her head back.

Seconds later she dismounted and headed out the door, with only a warning, “you tell anyone that I fucked your nerdy ass and I will kill you”.

And that folks is how I lost my virginity.

Guess I should have felt fortunate as I was quite nerdy, pretty small of stature at the time and lacked any confidence whatsoever.

It took until my senior year of high school before my body grew enough to participate in sports, even though I was very coordinated. I had finally made the football (American) team, and even though still on the small side at barely 5’8” and 140 lbs, I had managed to make All-Conference.

Unfortunately I was still pretty timid, but fortunately this was seen as a virtue by one of the cheerleaders.

That is when I met Lynn, who eventually became my first wife.

Lynn was a year behind me, but where I was pretty much intimidated by others, Lynn was just the opposite. She was somewhat reserved, but did not take anything from anyone, and not afraid to speak her mind.

Our relationship grew and I believe her character rubbed off on me as I became more confident over time.

Even though we petted heavily, even getting to third base quite often, we never actually consummated our relationship until the beginning of my sophomore year in college.

We had gone to a party, got into our amorous mode, found a secluded room. Laying on a couch we escalated the petting to the point I had my hand in her panties alternately slipping my fingers into her wet pussy and rubbing her hard clit, our mouths locked together, out tongues trying to reach each other’s tonsils.

Lynn slid her hand down my stomach and started to push he fingers beneath my belt, I was now used to her fondling my dick and expecting that she would once again bring me to ejaculation with her hand.

Then she stopped, brought her hand out, and started to undo my belt.

I did not want to let on that this was increasing my anticipation, so I continued my manipulations within her panties.

She freed my pants and pushed them down, shoving them with one of her feet until they fell off.

Lynn’s hand now grasped my scrotum, fondling, squeezing, exploring without the encumbrance of any restrictions.