The day I got married

Getting horny reading the posts here. I was a quiet girl, homebody girl. I had no interest in dating. My mother's best friend had a boy who was sixteen and he was going to go to the junior prom and he needed a date. He had his driver's license and it was at the country club. He came to the house, my father took him back into his study to give him instructions.

We left in time but on the way there the latch on the hood came loose and we had to stop. He pushed the hood down several times but it didn't latch so we had to drive slow. We got to the dance late. At the dance he bent over and I swung my arm back and hit his nose with my elbow. Blood everywhere. I waited for him to come out of the boys room, he had blood all over his shirt and he said we had to go home.

Halfway home, we were driving like twenty miles an hour, he pulled into a dark parking lot and he said I owed him. Owed him? Oh, I owed him and I went down on him in the car. It was my first time sucking a boy off and to put it in grandma talk, I truly enjoyed it. He was so hard, I played with his hard cock and kept calling him a poor boy and he told me he would show me just how embarrassing it was to have his nose bloodied by a girl.

It was over the back rest of the seat (in those days cars had bench seats). I laid over the back and he was on his knees behind me pushing his cock inside me. He kept slipping out and saying sorry and then again in it went and it felt good and then he slipped out again. It wasn't working. The only thing to do was to get in the back seat. He was on top of me, he was completely inside of me, he had leverage and I kept asking him if he liked fucking me. When there was a loud knock on the window.

A patrol officer stood there. He had his flashlight on us in the car. He had to pull his pants up, I couldn't find my panties and we both had to stand outside the car. How old are you, the officer asked me. I lied and said I was sixteen, but I didn't have a driver's license. He was sixteen but it didn't matter. The officer didn't believe me and told us he had to take us in and the judge would decide what happened to him. It was only then that the officer asked why he was all bloody.

It was either consent or it wasn't. He was sixteen and I was not quite fifteen. The judge wasn't having any of it. Fourteen and it didn't matter just how close to fifteen I was. My parents were upset, his parents terrified. My father asked him if he was ready to get married. And at midnight that night the judge married us and told us that lewd behavior was a misdemeanor but he was letting us off this time.

It's lasted, and the bloody nose is a story everyone in our family knows.

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