I lost my virginity when I was 17. At school.  To the swim coach's assistant.  He was 27.  It wasn't romantic -- flirtatious, yes -- but nothing special.  

One day I had decided not to get dress for my swimming class but still hang out at the pool and he wasn't needed so he was hanging around.  I was about to make my way up to the top of the indoor bleachers, passing both the coach's office and the girl's locker room when he cornered me.  He started running his hands over my body, rubbing my breasts through my clothes and over my jeans.  With a slight-of-hand move, he pressed my body up against a wall with his own so that my (and ass) where met the front of him.  He managed with one hand to unbutton and unzip my jeans enough to slide his hands inside.  He quickly began to rubbing his palm of the top of pussy on top of my panties, while his other hand stroked himself.  Once he heard me begin to moan, he slipped his hand inside my panties and started to finger my pussy.  It wasn't the first time I had been fingered -- nor, would it be the last time -- but it would be the first time fingering would lead to sex.  Because he was the assistant to the coach, he knew all the other private rooms in the pools and guided me to one with his hand still inside the waistband of my panties.  Once inside this windowless room, he had me lay down on the hard cold floor while he removed my jeans and panties. He kneel between my legs, opened up a condom, wrapped it on his hard dick and deflowered me. 

I enjoyed it.  I knew I would. But he wouldn't be the only swim team member inside my pussy. Oh, no.

A few weeks after I had lost my virginity, I had decided once again not get dress for swim class.  Inside, I had asked the swim coach could I just stay in his office until the period was over.  He said that was all right.  I had let myself in his office -- another windowless room -- and dropped my book bag on the floor and crouched up against the wall to wait out the hour.  I heard a knock on the door and Paul entered.  Seeing that I was by myself, he asked me what I was doing and I said nothing.  He then shut the door, locked it and turned off the light.  I had worn a jean skirt that day.  I remember, because Paul had raised my skirt until it was around my waist.  After he had turned off the light, he found his way to me in the dark and started kissing me.  We made out for a few hot and heavy minutes.  I wasn't shocked in the least.  When I did actually dress for swim class, I had allowed him to watch me dress and undress and shower.  He'd seen me naked.  Even fondled and touched me.  Making out was nothing.  When I felt his hands lift and raise my skirt, I was happy.  I had been so horny after the days I lost my virginity that I didn't know how to voice my need.  Having someone just take command was pleasant indeed.  Paul pulled my skirt up as far as it would go, pulled down my panties, fumbled with a condom wrapper until he opened and, slid it on his 17 year dick and fucked.  He fucked me the best his 17 year cock could.  He had had always been into my breasts, so while he was thrusting inside me and trying to find his rhythm, he grope my breasts.  He eventually raised up my shirt too, maneuvered my bra out the way and planted his wet mouth on one of my nipples.  He was turned on, I heard how much he enjoyed himself inside me.  There I was, on the floor of my swim coach's office getting fucked my another team member. 

When Paul came, he kept himself over me for as long as he could before needing to get up.  I had laid there, panties twisted around one of my ankles, skirt bunched up at my waist, titties on display.  It should have dawned on me to cover myself up and get dress.  But I just laid there.  Paul did get dressed. He shuffled to the door, unlocked it and left.  He kept the lights off. The thought then creeped in my head to fix myself up.  But just as I was about to get up, the door opened.  It was Juan.  Another a team member.  The light pouring in the dark room almost washed out his face, but I knew he could see me.  What must he have thought.  I was half naked and sprawled out on the floor.  He walked in and closed the door.  I heard it again.  The sound of a foil condom wrapper.  Was I going to get fucked again? 

Yep.

Juan was better than Paul.  I felt myself building up to an orgasm although I didn't finish.  Juan pushed deeper in me, causing me to moan and revel in the fact I just may be a slut.  At that moment, it was okay.  This slut just caught another dick.  And she was loving it.  He pushed deeper, filled up my new to sex pussy.  He actually knew how to pound.  And pound my pink pussy he did. In a matter of minutes, I had fucked two guys.  Juan finally finished, raising himself up and leaving the room.  This time, I wasted no time in pulling myself up off the ground and fixing my attire.  I had turned on the light, found my panties that had rolled off my leg, pulled down my skirt.  Fixed my bra and top.  And patted my hair back into place.  Just when I thought I had look presentable to face the world again, the coach walked in.  That's right.  Juan never locked the door.  The coach just looked at me.  I could barely could look at him.  I had finished fucking two guys in his office.  I started to hang my head low.  He pulled my chin up, and placed the softest kiss (with tongue) on my lips I had ever had at the time. Then he said, "Thanks for being a team player." I grabbed my book bag and left his office.  Something told me I would be back.