Her first time was a celebration — though she wasn’t sure of what —

I knew I shouldn’t accept the beer offered by the sexy Hispanic guys in the park. I was only 18 — it was my birthday, in fact — and they were older. They didn’t speak much English and I didn’t speak much Spanish, but as best I could tell they were celebrating a soccer victory. And I do mean celebrating.

I knew I shouldn’t hang out with a bunch of rowdy, shirtless drunk guys whose hormones were raging, but I was feeling really alone, having broken up with the third or fourth guy who’d said he loved me but I must not love him if I wouldn’t put out. But these guys, rough and tough as they were, seemed harmless, and they were hot and sweaty and, you know, hot.

I guess I looked hot in jeans cutoffs with a crop top keeping my ample young bosom in check. And once I’d accepted a second beer, and another, and maybe another, when I tried to get up and faltered, this tall, super-well-built guy who I think was named Ramón pointed toward a van parked nearby and seemed to suggest that I lie down awhile. I let him help me over to the van, then crawled in back and sprawled out.

Ramón crawled in and lay down beside me, and I realized he was buck naked. He had a really nice muscular body and a beautiful cock throbbing wildly. “Ooh, did I do that?” I said, grabbing hold of it. He didn’t object, so I started playing with it. I loved its hardness, and its bounciness. He began kissing my neck and ears and running his hand up and down my legs. When I spread them, he cupped my pussy with his paw and massaged it.

Then I was kissing Ramón, inflamed with passion. He pushed my top up, undid my bra hooks and caressed my tits. When our lips parted, he sucked on my nipples. He quickly had my cutoffs undone, then down and off, and my panties with them. I held my breath as his hand slid up my leg again, knowing I’d soon have this Latin hunk’s fingers in my cunt. I had no doubt that I was going to let him fuck me.

He licked my breasts for a while, then tongued my navel. He settled between my legs and pushed my knees up to my shoulders, and I expected to feel his cock entering my pussy. So I was caught off guard when his tongue began darting around and in my cunt.

Unreal sensations shot through my loins, and soon every muscle was convulsing. I was still convulsing when I felt Ramón’s blunt cockhead at my entrance. When I felt him working his thick shaft in, I remember thinking he must have gone through my hymen. I held my breath as he worked the rest of his shaft in, then held still, allowing me to adapt.

He began fucking me in short strokes, then slowly increased their length and speed. His hips pumped faster until he was pounding the daylights out of me. Even after he blasted his load in me and his cock softened, he stayed embedded, and soon he was hard again. He fucked me hard for about 20 minutes, until he blasted another load in me.

He withdrew, saying, “Un minuto,” then got out of the van, but he was back in a flash, climbing right back on me and shoving back in to the hilt. Only his back was covered with hair, and I realized this couldn’t be Ramón, whose back was as smooth as mine.

I realized I was going to get gang-banged now, but I wasn’t complaining. I was sure liking what I’d had so far. When this guy unloaded and his cock shrank and slid out, I called out, “Send the next one in! I want all the cock you guys can give me.” After that it was a free-for-all. For two hours my cunt was stuffed over and over until I finally wore the guys out.

I found my cutoffs but couldn’t find the rest of my clothes, so I got out of the van topless and told the guys I really had to get home. I didn’t look for my crop top. I just picked up one of the guys’ T-shirts lying on the ground, threw it on me and began the long, wobbly walk home, singing “Happy Birthday to Me.”