My First Broken Heart

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My First Broken HeartSo were back in the past, its 1984! My first broken heart…..Janet.I heard some ware that you never really know how to love until you’ve had your heart broken. For me that first heart break was Janet.I was a few months out from breaking up with Diane. I had poured my energy and focus back into my martial arts training, not having a girlfriend to distract me, and I had a full time job working in a factory. I was eighteen still and was starting to put on muscle; the job was very physical, lifting and stacking heavy boxes onto pallets. Janet trained at the same dojo, and I had been crushing on her from the day I laid eyes on her.Janet was shorter than I was, five feet tall with thick, wavy blond shoulder length hair and piercing blue eyes. Her smile lit up a room and her laugh was like music to me. She was also endowed with large, firm breasts that filled out her gi top and she had a great ass. She was there before I started training but had taken a break, and in that time I caught up to her in rank. At this point we were about to take our brown belt test together. The brown belt was a very physical test in my dojo. Our Sensei was a traditional martial artist who had trained overseas during the Vietnam War. And as I mentioned in an earlier story, he was training us to fight, not to win little plastic trophies. The last brown belt test was bad. One of the biker guys we trained with had to go to the hospital after it was over, internal bleeding. So we were nervous to say the least. In any case, we passed our brown belt test. It was very hard but our instructor may have toned it down some because of the injured student from the last test, or because there were two women and a couple of scrawny young guys testing (myself being one.).After the test I was feeling pretty full of myself, confident. I also felt that Janet and I had shared an experience that was deep and very physical. I decided I wanted to get to know Janet a lot better. So a couple of months went by, after class one night I asked her if she would like to take a drive with me and talk. I was more nervous about asking her out than I was about the brown belt test. I rehearsed it over and over in my mind. I considered all of the possible responses she may have to my advances and their outcomes. It took months to work my courage up, my earlier conquests were young ladies who sent me the “Vibe” that they wanted me, I never felt that “Vibe” from Janet. I looked back at myself in the dojo’s bathroom mirror and said, “Fuck it!” and made my move. And when she responded with that word I love so much, “Yes”, I felt like I could fly off the earth.It was dark, and early summer, we parked by this little pond in a public park. Both of us still in our gi pants and wearing T-shirts, Janet filled hers out very nicely. It was an Arrowsmith shirt, she loved the band and we talked about music for a time, then I confessed my feelings. I told her I was very attracted to her and wanted to date/go out with her. She looked up at the sky through the windshield then out of her passenger door window and then back at me. Smiling she said, “Sure”. And smiling back, I leaned in for our first kiss. Her perfume was intoxicating. It reminded me of roses, and her lips were soft and full. The first kiss was lite, the next one more passionate. Janet climbed on top of me, straddling me with her legs, arms wrapped around my neck and we resumed kissing. That firm ass of hers pressed against the steering wheel, activating the cars horn, startling us both and making us laugh as I slid the seat all the way back. I wrapped my arms around Janet’s warm body and pulled her closer, mashing those fantastic tits of hers into my chest as we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. I slid my hands under her T-shirt and started working those firm knockers through her bra. Janet moaned into my mouth and started dry humping the cup under my Gi pants. I then unfastened her bra allowing her big tits to spill out and onto me. Janet continued to fuck herself on my cup and I reached down to loosen my Gi pants and free the erection that was being stimulated and crushed by Janet’s pussy and the hard plastic athletic cup. She stopped me and said, “No, not here.” I breathed in that rose perfume of hers and of course agreed and she resumed dry humping and kissing me. I contented myself by man handling those spectacular boobs I had fantasized about for over a year, bringing the nipples to life with my fingers. Janet’s breathing was becoming more passionate as she stimulated her clit and pussy internet casino on my cup and the rock hard cock beneath it. I could feel the pre-cum on the head of my penis as I took her firm ass in both hands and squeezed it in rhythm with her pelvic grinding, which intensified with the stimulation I was giving her ass cheeks. Janet started convulsing in orgasm, her hot breath in my ear as she moaned out “AHHHHH,AHHHHH,AHHHHHH,AHHHH!” We held each other like that for a while and then I took Janet back to her car at the Dojo. I asked when we could hook up again and she said after work tomorrow and we said good night. I was very happy! And more than a little sexually frustrated. You might think I went home and jerked off. Nope, I was going to let Janet take care of me. I felt she wanted to in the car, but I figured she felt exposed in the public park. And she certainly was comfortable fucking, based on the way she dry humped herself off on my athletic cup. I could not wait until tomorrow!Janet worked as a cashier in a local department store and was off work at 1:00 or so. I met her in the parking lot next to her old, blue Toyota corolla. I asked, “So, what do you want to do?”, “Why don’t we go back to my house and hang out.” Flashing me that, oh my god, sexy smile of hers. I said “That sounds great!” and I followed her home in my ugly green 1976 dodge dart.On the way I noticed how familiar the road was. And when she pulled into the driveway of her home I realized I had been there before! Many years ago, when my parents were still together, they were friends with Janet’s parents. We played together as k**s! I must have been in first grade or even younger. She had 2 brothers and a sister, the eldest brother had mental/emotional problems and Janet said he could be violent. The sister was a wicked pot head; she always seemed a little impaired. The other brother was an introverted guy and just wanted to move out on his own ASAP. Her siblings were all about a year or two apart in age and I just remember who was the oldest. Her parents were both heavy drinkers. The house was a sort of run down old farm with a horse stable in back. As a c***d playing hide and seek, I ran into the barbed wire fence they used to keep their horse in the pen. It tore open my eye lid, I still have the scar. They also had an above ground swimming pool and acers of land with a big pond. I remembered staying up late and watching scary moves at her house while our parents drank and played cards in the kitchen. One time, one of the brothers suggested we play doctor and look at each other’s private parts. (Probably the oldest brother) Janet’s (and her sister) were the first “Girl Parts” I ever actually saw! This was so weird and it felt so right. Like fate or destiny, we were meant to be together! I got out of the car and told Janet all about it. She gave me that spectacular smile and with a quirky tilt of her head, looking at me and said, “NO WAY!?!” Yup, and I remembered everyone and they remembered me. It was a reunion! Catching up with her family and reminiscing (Not about playing doctor that would have been too weird. But if I remembered it, I’m sure they did.) We never got the opportunity to be alone, so I didn’t get to experience Janet the way I wanted to on this occasion, or the next few occasions. Janet never wanted to go out to the movies or the video arcades. We were too young to go clubbing. u******e clubs were not things back then, at least where we lived. She just worked, trained at the Dojo and hung out, with friends or at home. She would
snuggle up to me on the couch and watch TV. We would occasionally kiss and I’d cop a feel. Janet knew how she affected me and enjoyed that sexual tension she provoked in me. She was a consummate cock tease. Eventually one night, weeks after the make out session in the car, she went into their kitchen and made herself a rum and coke. Janet was wearing a black T shirt with some band on the front, journey perhaps and white sweat pants. I was in jeans and a white karate tournament T-shirt. I was on the couch watching Air Wolf or Night Rider, some dumb ass early 80’s show. She walked past and behind the couch and gave my T-shirt a little tug at the shoulder from behind, and looking back at her as she took a sip through the straw of her drink, she gave me that tip of the head that meant, “Come with me.” And I followed her into her bedroom.Once inside she closed and locked the door behind me, took a sip of her drink and placed it on the old desk in front of the bedroom window. Walking canlı poker oyna up close she kissed me and pushed me back to the bed behind me, sitting me down on it. She then removed her T shirt revealing those spectacular knockers of hers, incased in a tan bra. She straddled me, pressing those great tits right into my face as I grabbed her firm ass in both of my hands; I had my nose right in her cleavage and I inhaled the scent of her and that intoxicating perfume she liked, we then resumed kissing. Janet laying me fully back on the bed, legs dangling off the edge, she started to work her pussy into my now erect, rock hard cock through our clothing as she did in the parked car. I had to wonder if she thought my athletic cup was my cock when she dry humped me until she climaxed two or three weeks earlier. It didn’t matter, I was going to consummate our relationship right now.Undoing Janet’s bra strap I removed her bra; allowing those warm white opulent breasts to spill out onto my chest. I paused our kissing to remove my shirt and feel them mashed against my bare chest as she continued to dry hump me. After a time I rolled out from under her, removed my pants and retrieved the condom in my wallet. Janet, propped up on her elbows, bare chested and waiting, her nipples now erect and tiny on those beautiful white boobs, observing my erection and my fumbling about with my pants and condom. Once I was done, I grabbed the waist band of her sweat pants and underwear and slid them off of Janet’s muscular legs to reveal a patch of soft blond pubic hair and the pussy beneath. I had waited a very long time for this. I went down to lick that holy grail of a pussy and as I started kissing and tonging her belly button and was starting to work down, Janet stopped me and said, “I don’t like that, come up.” I of course did, and she rolled me onto my back and took my cock in her hand, guiding it into her pussy. She was already wet from dry humping me and the condom was lubricated. Janet started fucking me, slowly at first then with urgency; those big tits in both of my hands as I licked, lightly bit and sucked on the tiny hard nipples. Janet moaned out her orgasm, “AHHH, AHHHHHH, AHHHHHH.” Slumping onto my chest after; breathing heavy into my neck.The bed had made this god awful creaking noise when she was fucking me and now that she had finished climaxing I wanted her on the floor to avoid the noise the bed would make when I fucked her brains out. She layed down on her back as I slid my arms under her knees, grabbing the tops of her thighs in both hands I pulled her closer; lifting her ass off the floor, tilting that wet, tight pussy up. I slid my rock hard cock into her and fucked away. Janet’s big white boobs sliding up and down magnificently as I plunged in and almost out of her pussy. She then wrapped both arms around and under her tits, which brought them together and up. The sight of her like that was so, oh my god beautiful. Eyes closed and mouth open ‘UH,UH,UH,UH….” as I fucked her. And hose TITS! After the years of physical attraction, and the weeks of her cock teasing me, it wasn’t long at all before I climaxed into her pussy. “AHHHH,AHHHH,AHHHHH,AHHHHH!” Slumping forward, breathing hot into her neck as she had done to me not long before. Not long enough before. I was till only eighteen years old, and had no real cock discipline as yet. The orgasm was uncontrollable for me at this point in my life and it took some time before I could actually hold it back while fucking without stopping to halt the stimulation.Janet and I composed ourselves. I had to work in the morning and it was getting late so we kissed good night and I went home. The idea of spending the night in Janet’s bed was not a thing then. It was her parents’ house, and I was a guest. Not OK to come waltzing out of her bedroom and say good morning to her family. I felt that would be very disrespectful to them and her. At least in my eighteen year old mind, so I left. The next day after work I went over to her house. I waited in the kitchen until she came strolling out of her bedroom wearing a white bikini and four inch white heels! That shoulder length blonde, thick wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, big tits suspended in the white bikini top, the little white triangle of the bikini bottom covering that delightful patch of blonde pubic hair I remembered so clearly from the night before. Those piercing blue eyes of hers looking right into mine as she smiled and said, “HI”. “Hi” I replied, after picking my jaw up off the floor. “I think canlı bahis we need to go have another “Chat” in your bedroom.” I said. She smiled and shook her head “No”, and started making herself a rum and coke. Smiling and acting like the night before never happened. The cock teasing resumed, and I was hooked, big time. I don’t think Janet and I ever had sex again, if we did I don’t recall it. I do recall following her around like a little puppy on a leash. I was just missing the leash and the slave collar. In the week or two that followed I kept trying to get Janet alone. You see, I felt it was meant to be; our destiny to be together. I wanted to establish a relationship with this girl I truly loved.As a romantic gesture/attempt to have sex again, I even pitched a tent in the woods behind her house, secretly, and asked Janet to go for a walk in the woods, finding it and fucking in it was my hope. Nope, she didn’t want to go for a walk in the woods, even when I told her about the tent. “No, I don’t feel like it.” After some time, a few weeks maybe, I arrived at her house one day and her brother, the sane one, was in the drive way changing the oil in his blue Toyota pickup truck. I asked where Janet was. He said she had just left. She knew I was coming over and her car was still in the driveway so I asked, “Where?” He said he didn’t know, “Some guy on a Harley stopped by and she climbed on the back of his bike and they just left.”And that was it, I was dumped, at least that’s how I took it. I was heartbroken and angry at myself for not being man enough to keep her. I drove away from the farm, pulled over to the curve and punched my windshield to vent my jealous pain and anger. The punch broke the glass of course. Now I also felt very stupid, I’d have to spend money I didn’t have on a new windshield. Fucking great! I stopped trying to be with Janet, she never told me to stay away but I was heartbroken. I found out months later that the guy on the Harley was one of the other brown belts we trained with. He was in his early thirties and one of the toughest men I’ve ever trained with. He was in the earlier brown belt test that put another guy in the hospital. He said he almost quit training after the test, it must have been bad. He had a wife and two young ones. I don’t recall the exact time line weather he hooked up with Janet before or after he divorced. It doesn’t matter; I liked the guy a lot. I loved Janet. And that didn’t change because my feelings were hurt. It was awkward for me training at the dojo with Janet. It was more awkward when I learned they were together, painfully awkward. I reme
mber once he told me his brother and he rode to some brothel on their motorcycles. He said he paid some girl to tie him up and have sex with him. I was s*******n at the time and thought wow, this guy is into some kinky stuff. I felt like a worthless piece of shit, torn up inside. I tried to get back on the horse by the end of the summer. I asked some factory girl to the beach. She had long black hair and a great ass. She went to the beach with me and looked incredible in her hot pink and black bikini. But there was no spark of interest from her to be with me. It was just something to do on a day off for her. I never even made a pass at her, and we never did anything together again. I was a high school graduate, eighteen years old, working for minimum wage in a factory stacking boxes. I had a crappy old car and could barely afford to drive it. And I still lived at home with my parents. It had been over a year since I graduated from high school and I was a looser going nowhere. What woman would want to be with me?Then I met “Spankey”. ;)Addendum: Looking back at and remembering those events and feelings I think understand it all now.Janet based on my early c***d hood experiences with her and her family, likely had a very diverse/perverse sexual awakening. Totally beyond my own, she was way out of my league. Obviously dominant in our relationship, when at the time, eighteen years old, I didn’t understand what that was. She probably would have let me hang around like a pet for as long as I wanted to be one. My sexual skills were not anything like what the other guy could provide, I’m very sure. And he liked being dominated by women, younger women. The next summer he looked a little uncomfortable surrounded by his martial arts peers and betters with the nineteen year old Janet sitting on his lap in the dorm lobby we were all staying at for a week of martial arts training. I still felt a twang of jealousy at the sight, but I’m not a submissive in my preferred sexual roll. They eventually split up; I have no idea what ever happened to Janet after she stopped training. I wish her well and hope she has some nice slave on a leash some ware.Regards……….Heatseekerxxx

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