Virginity

True Story

My life with Steph (and her sister) Chapter 2 A woman is born

This is the second chapter in my story, I hope you like it. I read with interest the comments on chapter one then reread it myself. I felt at first it was far too short with not enough detail or background, it was written from the heart and as close to the facts as I remember it needed no embellishments. One thing I remembered is that Steph wore a coat. It was February or March 1979 it was cold and wet although not raining at the time. I have gone into a lot more detail in this chapter and will do so in future, this chapter is pretty much as I remember and is true although it wasn’t as hot as I describe. I tried to write it in a way that would convey as much about the way I felt (feel) about my girlfriend/wife. If you feel it’ long winded forgive me. After this chapter I will not say whether anything is true or not you will have to try and decide for yourself. Enjoy.

True Story

Tamera

My half-brother wasn’t at home when I came to fix his computer, but his stepdaughter was home. Let’s just say that the computer wasn’t the only thing I got my hands into…

True Story

The Day I lost my virginity

Hi there, I am Matt, the one who actually set up this account. A very close friend of mine, Linda, kind of got me started by offering to write a story that I submitted under my pen name, iamscrwd. Thank you Linda…you are so hot!!!
A little about me, I am, now, a married nineteen year old male that did not even lose his virginity until I was sixteen years old. Heck, three and a half years ago, I thought my sex life was going revolve around Rosie Palmer and five sisters, but that all changed when my mother, Kathy, and step father divorced right after my sixteenth birthday, with my mother moving my younger step sister, Katie, and I to a town were her sister lived. It was a whirlwind change as my mother filed a restraining order, got a legal separation, filed for divorce, and negotiated a final settlement, then moved during the course of a couple of months.
Katie, my half-sister, is about a year and a half younger than I and even then at fourteen soon to be fifteen, she had a great looking body. She started blossoming during her twelfth year and over the last couple of years her confidence grew into her being a constant flirt and tease to almost every male from thirteen to forty. Because of her extroverted nature, I pretty much followed her lead as we went through indoctrination at the new High School we both would be attending. Almost immediately, Katie struck up a friendship with an absolutely knockout of a girl named Jen. Jen is a fairly tall girl with a figure that any twenty something would die for. She possessed a rack that was at least a 34 C coupled with a 21” waist on a 5’6” frame and she was only fifteen…holy molly, almost wore out Rosie Palmer and her five sisters dreaming about her. Of course, I had to stay attached to Katie’s hip so my proximity to Jen would be close.
The week before school was to start, Jen called and invited Katie over to her house to go swimming in their pool. Of course, I asked if I was invited too, and received the ok. Katie donned a skimpy bikini that my mom gave her (even though I knew it was wrong, I now had a different scenario for Rosie and her sisters) and just threw a t-shirt over it. Not having a swimsuit, I just wore a pair of cotton gym shorts.
Mom drove Katie and I over to Jen’s, who met us in the driveway and led us to the pool as our mom drove off. Approaching the swimming pool, I noticed a woman with short blonde hair laying face down on a towel and from my perspective did not a have any clothes on. Jen walked right up to her and announced “mom, I want to introduce you to my new friends”. Holy shit, the woman just turned over on her back, peeked under her sun glasses and made absolutely no attempt to hid even one inch of the most gorgeous body I had ever seen, not even in magazines. My eyes tried to take in as much as I could; you have to remember that the only real female parts that I have seen were flashes of sister’s (her teasing) and mother’s (me peeping) parts. Laying on her back, her tits pointed straight up defying gravity with quarter size rings going through her nipples and scanning downward she had a pierced navel, a small barbell that held her clit exposed, and two smaller rings on each side of her smooth as a babies butt pussy. She opened her legs slightly and exposed her slit. I must have been gawking, because she had to say excuse me a couple of times while offering her hand to me to help her up. She stood up, faced me (she was at least 5’8” tall) and introduced herself to me as Linda, Jen’s mom and from my expression, that I must be a virgin. With that, she told us she had errands to run and would be back later that evening. She reached down and grabbed my cock through my cotton gym pants, then leaned forward whispering in my ear that it makes her feel good that a young man can have that kind of reaction to an old woman. She stroked my cock through my shorts a couple of times and then her nipple rings made contact with my chest. My cock involuntarily spasmed, as I shot my wad into my shorts. Then she walked away.
Katie looked at me, the wet spot in my shorts, and Linda walking into the house and said “wow”. Then she looked at Jen and started laughing. Jen looked at me with a crooked smile and asked “so, you really are a virgin aren’t you?” They both had a good laugh as they discarded their overshirts and jumped into the pool. Deciding that the pool was the best solution to my embarrassing situation as my cum was now running down my legs, I too jumped in.
As I was swimming, one of the girls swam underneath me and yanked my shorts off. Quickly turning around, there was Katie laughing and throwing my shorts to Jen, who promptly threw them out of the pool and over the fence. So, here I am naked in a pool with my sister and her friend thinking I will have to wait until dark to get out of the pool. Both girls walked out of the pool and without any provocation, took their skimpy swimming suits off with Jen asking if I will have the same reaction with them as I did with her mother. Jen stood directly over me at the edge of the pool and as I looked up, I saw that she had a very light wisps of hair above her pussy with a clit ring at the top of her slit, she had a piercing in her naval and one nipple ring in her left nipple. Katie walked up right next to her and I noticed she did not have a speck of hair anywhere on her body. Her tits were each the size of half a small cantaloupe with large red areolas topped by what looked to be quarter inch erasers.
Katie was really checking out Jen and asked her about her rings. Jen said that they really enhanced the sensitivity during sex (and here I thought that Jen was virgin…and hoped to be the one!) and go ahead feel them. Right above my head, Jen spread her pussy and Katie reached over with her thumb and finger then pulled Jen’s clit ring. Jen looked up into the air and sighed. Jen using her free hand moved it to Katie’s snatch and rubbed her cunt. Standing in the water underneath them, I stood amazed as Katie was getting Jen off and now it looked as though Katie was right with her. As Jen pulled, squeezed, and rolled Katie’s clit, it grew to extend about an inch from her cunt, then all of a sudden, Katie tensed, shook, and her clit looked like it ejaculated…right on my head! With that Jen stiffened, convulsed a few times and moaned loudly. Both looked at each other smiling, then sitting down at the edge of the pool, both wet pussies within inches of my face, they started kissing each other while fondling each other’s tits. This whole time, my cock had grown to its fullest extent, but I dared not touch it, as it would have exploded. Now that the expectation had passed, my cock slowly deflated.
As Jen and Katie regained their composure, their attention reverted to me. Jen asked if I enjoyed the show, of which I responded “yes, but I never would have guessed”.
Jen responded: “well, let us see what you have, or don’t you have balls?”
Katie answered; “I have watched him jerk off a couple of times (my surprise) and it is one of the fattest cocks I have seen (how many has she seen?), but I have never seen his balls”.
After the shock of being caught jerking off, I was now proud of my member and told myself what the hell…since they are lesbians anyways. I climbed out of the pool. Now, not having anything to compare it with, I still thought my cock was special. When completely flaccid, it is about the diameter of a fifty-cent piece and about three inches long, but it is extremely pliable to where my cock head (which is smaller than the shaft) can be pushed into the base of my cock…it looks as though I have a hole where my cock normally is. That, and my balls are real tight to my body. They have a seam that runs between them, but there is not very much separation and my balls do not dangle. When filled and hard they protrude more forward than down, looking like a peach cut in half and attached to my crotch from an inch and a half from my asshole to around my dick. I heard the Doc say once that they just never dropped, whatever that means. When my cock gets hard, it grows quite a bit to where half of it is above my belly button and at least a good seven to eight inches long, and I cannot get my entire hand around it, about the thickness of a beer can. The cool thing too is, when I cum, it unloads with so much pressure, I can jerk off sitting in a chair and hit the ceiling with my spunk!
So, getting out of the pool, my member was just being its normal self. Jen motioned for me to stand between my sister and her. Jen picked up the end of my cock and looked up underneath it, saying, “he doesn’t have any balls!” Katie reached over and grabbed where my balls really are and said, “no, they are right here, I can feel them” as she rolled my testicles back and forth. Jen mentioned, clinically, that she has never seen them like that, but maybe they would fill out more when excited. Well, I was more embarrassed than excited and my cock was trying to hide. Katie, started pushing on the head of my soft dick with her thumb and found out that she could push it inside out. She was mesmerized by its ability and continued playing with it until she had my entire cock shoved up and inside of me. With my cock now gone, she pinched what is the upper part of my scrotum together, completely covering my cock. Katie exclaimed, “ Look he has a pussy!” With that Jen told us to move to lounge chair so they could experiment. I felt like a guinea pig, but this is the first time I can remember female hands working on me, so what ever. Laying face up on the lounge chair, with Katie still squeezing my nuts together so as not to release my dick underneath, Jen stretched my arms over my head. This put Jen’s left tit less than two inches from my face, I could not resist, lifting my head I grabbed here nipple ring with my tongue pulling the ring along with her entire erect nipple and areola into my mouth and sucked. Jen attached restraints to my wrists, and then pulled up saying, “at least you have some instincts, nice tit isn’t it?” Jen’s next move was to secure my legs, tying my ankles together under the lounge chair. The whole time my sister still had a vise grip on my testicles, squeezing them together.
Satisfied with her confinement of me, Jen stood up and swung a leg over my head giving me a close up view of cunt, which was slightly open to expose her labia, and I could see her clit ring reflecting in the sun. Her slit was moist, with a small driblet running from the bottom of her pussy to her perfect rosebud of an asshole. Jen lowered her cunt to my mouth and told me to now do to her clit what I had done to her nipple just a little while ago. I could not resist, sucking her clit ring and her clit with as much force as I dared. Her pussy enveloped my nose and her asshole was just millimeters from my eyes. As this was happening, Katie, placed her mouth over where my cock was trapped under the folds of my testicles (she was calling it my cock hole) and in one solid movement, sucked the head from it’s prison into her mouth, then using her teeth while still maintaining suction, pulled my cock out like stretching an accordion. She quickly took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could as my cock filled out to it’s maximum size. I could feel both my sister’s hands stroking the sides of dick. Jen had started gyrating her hips and from the amount of liquid running out of her pussy was getting really excited. She said that my cock had to be one of the fattest she had ever seen while telling me to tongue fuck her pussy. I went from sucking her clit to sticking my tongue as far up into her gash as I could, lapping away at her cunt. I thought that I was going to drown from the amount juices that were flowing from her hole. My sister released my now fully expanded cock from her mouth and licked the shaft from my gonads to my pee hole, forcing the tip of her tongue into it. Katie then commented to Jen that she could not believe the size of her brother’s cock, that it was even bigger than that asshole Mr. Wilson’s (our fifty year old neighbor!). With that, MY SISTER, straddled my cock, holding the head against her pussy opening and slowly worked her cunt down around the head. This whole episode was just freaking me out! I was about to lose my virginity…to my little SISTER! Katie moved her cunt slowly down my shaft and even though her cunt was drenched, there was quite a bit of resistance. Finally getting past her pelvic bone, she dropped her entire weight on my cock, taking the entire dick into her vagina with the head of my cock pushing past her cervix. Katie gasped as she told Jen that she thought I was splitting her in two. This excited Jen, as her fluids ran unabated over my tongue and into my mouth so I had to suck and swallow the juices. Jen then slid her cunt over my chin with my tongue sliding from her pussy to her asshole. She then told me to tongue fuck her asshole. Without much resistance, my tongue forced itself past her sphincter and into her shit canal. Jen grabbed my nipples hard while twisting and pulling them while she drove her ass down over my tongue as far as it would go. This whole time, Katie was moving up and down my cock with her vaginal muscles now spasmodically pulling on the body of my dick. I could hear both the girls breathing heavy and gasping for air, while their movements became uncontrolled. Jen announced that she was going to cum and moved her cunt back to my mouth, telling me to open wide as this was going to be a big one. With that she jerked stiff, then moved spasmodically, while her pussy pulsated. With a big release of air, she flooded my mouth with what seemed like a gallon of hot, salty liquid. Simultaneously, electricity ran through my balls and cock, with the pressure building to the point of no return, my cock erupted squirting hard into the womb of my sister. With the first shot of my hot cum hitting deep into my sister, Katie exploded into an uncontrollable gyration with her cunt muscles milking my cock for all that it was worth. My cock let loose multiple strings of pulsating, forceful seed, than paused for a second and then let one more out.
Both Katie and Jen grabbed each other, sucking on each others tongues in a hard embrace. Because of the size of my cock and Katie’s pussy being stretched tight around my base, it felt as though my dick was trapped in a hot water balloon. The sensation of being in a cunt for the first time was so overwhelming that my dick stayed as hard as a rock. Katie mentioned that to Jen and Jen’s response was for her to fuck it next. Katie extracted herself from my cock, holding her pussy closed with her hands, while Jen slid down to my cock. As she swiveled to face me, she grabbed my cock with both hands stroking it. Then she placed the head of my dick at her pussy opening and lowered herself on to it, one inch at a time. She was much tighter than my sister and her cunt felt like it was on fire, but she managed to get the whole thing in right down to resting on my pelvic bone. My sister had by now regained her composure and moved to above my head, stilling holding her hand over her pussy, then said, “Since you are just learning, you might as well learn correctly…clean me out”. With that she straddled my face, pulled her hand away just as a glob of my sperm mixed with her juices landed on my lips. I had just enough time to see her stretched open pussy hole filled with the cream of my cock. She reached behind her ass, pinching my nose causing me to gasp and inhaling the glob of cum on my lips. Immediately she sat her cum soaked cunt right on my mouth and with a slight push from her vaginal muscle gave me a mouthful of my spunk. At first I was revolted, but after a few swallows and differentiating the taste of my cum to her pussy juice, I started giving her the same treatment as I did Jen. Jen by the way, was now bouncing up and down on my even more engorged member. Jen’s vagina had such muscle control that she would tighten up on the up stroke, stretching my cock at least a couple of inches more, then releasing it just quick enough that I would gain another inch or so into her womb. It did not take long for me to feel the charge in my testicles begin to roil. By now Katie’s pussy was spotless, I had sucked the living daylights out of her inch long clit, and she now had me eating out her asshole. Jen was moaning and groaning that she was ready to cum, Katie slipped her cunt back over my mouth, then both of them embraced as they came. That sent a signal to my cock, and for the third time today it unleashed a torrent of cum, this time into the deep recesses of Jen’s womb. Katie lost control, and came so violently that her bladder released, overflowing my mouth and running down the sides of my face. From the taste, I knew now that Jen had don the same thing when I ate her out. They both relaxed, Katie standing up, moving off my face while talking to Jen about what just took place as if I was not even there. Jen pulled my cock out of her pussy and slid her cummy cunt to my mouth nonchalantly telling me to clean her out. This time some of my cum missed my mouth and a goblet ran down the side of my nose and into my eye, both Jen and Katie just giggled. I proceeded to suck, lick, and eat all my seed out of Jen’s pussy while they talked about trying to seduce some older married guys with money. Jen looked down and asked if I had it all clean. I nodded my head the best I could with her cunt lips stretched over my face. She then said that she would rinse my spunk down my throat and this time try not to miss any of her pee. Immediately I felt a steam of hot, salty liquid surge into my mouth, I gulped and gulped feeling the hot liquid wash some of the stringy residue of my cum down my throat and into my stomach.
They both got up and walked away towards the house, completely ignoring me stretched, spread-eagled, and tied down outside by Jen’s family pool.
That is how my first day of loosing my virginity ended.

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Love or Lust Part 2.

Love or lust? P.2. (this part came out before P.1. I know, it’s weird, but cop it).
This story lies after my return from France; yes, after all the ‘Exchange trip to France’ stories. However, this is mainly a continuation of ‘Love or lust? P.1’, which finished with me leaving for France for an exchange.
Read P.1. for the background or beginning of the story if needed, although there is no sex in that chapter, just an introduction (however, I know it’s weird, but this part came out first, I just felt like writing this section of the story first, so don’t be alarmed if you can’t find my P.1., it will be out soon!).
This story is where the fun begins, but I will admit it takes a long time to begin the fun stuff. This is a true story and I’m writing it for my benefit as well as for the sex stuff that you guys like to read, so this makes the story rather long and descriptive. I’m also writing it for here because I love to read stories here too, so I felt the need to give back.Please NOTE: I am not a virgin because of what happened in France, but Ashley thinks I am a virgin, and I’m not too proud of the French girl ordeal, so I don’t tell her (I’m kind of ashamed of it), though FYI, I wasn’t ‘cheating’ on her because we weren’t really ‘going out’ at the time.

I’ll first describe myself: I’m a 17 year old Australian guy, I’m relatively tall, 6ft exactly, long brown straight hair that gets bleached by the sun to be blond and I’m a bit lighter than the average build. I keep fit mainly by just doing the odd run every few days, but I don’t work out much, so I remain rather slim. I have two sisters, a mum and a dad.

I had arrived back from France; I had had a nice recovery day, followed by a few welcome parties from friends, and a few gatherings or chill fests. After a while, I managed to build up the courage to give Ashley a call. After all, I had ditched her to go to France without telling her, and she seemed pretty pissed off, but I liked her company, and I could use someone to talk to right about now, and I wouldn’t mind seeing if I could start up that ‘fling’ again we had those few months back, where we would just meet up for a make out session; one of them I scored a blow job, but we never actually had sex. I called her and was surprised to hear she was more than happy to hear from me and would be delighted to come around.
This meeting however, deviated slightly from the typical routine we had back in the day. The norm was organised; Ashley told her parents that she was going to Amanda’s house (a friend of Ashley’s who lives close to me; Ashley lives really far away), but in fact was going to mine, but this time it wasn’t for just for an afternoon, or a few hours. My parents were gone for the weekend to our beach house and one of my sisters was sleeping at friend’s place and the other was at her boyfriend’s house for basically the whole weekend. Of course, my parents wouldn’t approve my sisters leaving me alone in the house for such long time, but they only wouldn’t approve if they found out. I did the figures and found that I could safely assume the house would be all mine from about 3pm on Saturday for about 28 hours: until 5 – 8pm on Sunday night, making the perfect weekend. And before you ask, house parties where parents are away are messy and I don’t like them; I’ve been to one and a fight broke out. The cops showed and I had to make a statement, the worst part being that there was weed there; it was really just luck my parents didn’t find out about my wrong doings. I didn’t do any weed, but if they found out I was in the vicinity of the illegal substance, I would have been a dead man. This pretty much threw me off the idea of having my own house parties for good.
I had told her the things happening, and that she was welcome to sleep at my house if she wanted to, but I would understand if she didn’t want to or couldn’t, but I also made the option clear that she could come for a normal day out on Sunday if she wished. I knew it was a long shot, but it couldn’t hurt in trying. The answer also depended if she could sucker her parents letting her sleep at ‘Amanda’s house’. But I was given the ‘all clear’ sign when she called back and said that her parents said it was fine, she told them they were doing an “assignment” and it would be easier as a sleep over because it was a pain to drive back to her house. I laughed at that one. If told my parents I was going to a friend’s place for a sleep over for an “assignment” the first question they would ask would be “what assignment?” I guess different parents get enticed by different words. We planned for Ashley to arrive at 4pm, a good hour after the house is clear. I was surprised things were working so well; I guess I didn’t piss off Ashley about going to France as much as I thought.
I was playing of COD (6) on the computer when the knock came at a bit after 4pm. I had just died (losing a kill streak I might add), so I dashed to the door to let her in. I opened the door and my dog Max ran inside to her rug as usual, but I wasn’t looking at Max; I was looking at her. She was standing there in pink tracksuit pants, with a relatively baggy jumper on. She had on her beautiful face her big wide, welcoming smiles I could never get sick of seeing. I reckon the world does “stop and stare for a while” when she smiles. I wanted to give her a big hug and kiss, but she was carrying an unusually large number of bags, and they looked heavy. I swiftly walked to her and grabbed the bags out of her hands, and took the one off her back.
“Damn, thanks, I’ve walked about 2kms with those bags so be happy I brought them.” She said as she stretched her shoulders. I realised what was in one of them when I heard the clanks of glass bottles from inside it. I gave it a shake to emphasise the noise and grinned mischievously at Ashley, who looked back at me innocently.
“Amanda thought we might get thirsty so she got her brother to buy some ‘refreshments’ for us.” She said sarcastically, in an innocent little girl’s voice, while giving a puppy dog eye look.I just shook my head while grinning and gestured her to walk inside, me following her, while I kicked the front door shut with my foot.
I placed the bags in the kitchen on the bench I told Ashley that I was in an awesome COD game and was doing pretty well so I wanted to quickly finish it.
“Well, guess what I brought Aaron…” She said, as she reached into another one of her bags, and took out her dad’s laptop, his really good laptop.
“Let’s play some COD together you spunk!” She slapped my ass as she ran past to the computer room. I blinked, slowly. I couldn’t believe this. She brought her dad’s laptop to play COD with me. Wow. This weekend was really going to be great!
Ashley likes COD, as much as most of we guys do, the only reason she doesn’t play is because she can’t afford a computer and her family computer is made of wood so it’s way too shit to play COD. Even if she did save enough to buy one herself, her parents are like mine; they don’t let you buy your own computer for yourself, “anti-social” being the main word of their excuse.
I looked at the table and noticed she left her charger and mouse here, so I grabbed them and took them to the computer room, entering find her continuing my game. I laughed as I began to hook up her laptop. She was really good at sniping and quick scoping so she had chosen my sniper weapons class set, I’m more the opposite; I prefer being up close and personal, using flash grenades combined with melee and shotguns. I could see she was very good, better than I thought, rolling a 10 kill streak in only a couple of minutes. It was cut short by a camping noob tuber; a cheap, but as Ashley just proved, a deadly combination.
“Fuck that!” She yelled at the screen.
“Noob tubing is one thing, but camping AND noob tubing is just stupid!” She yelled, trying to convince no one in particular. It took all my strength to not laugh my heart out at this scene unraveling before me as I set up her laptop with our network. She was a serious gamer, dead serious. Perhaps it’s a good thing she doesn’t have her own laptop, after all. I finished setting up her laptop and grabbed a spare headset and plugged it in. I grabbed mine I already had connected on my computer and handed it to Ashley, carefully, worried that I might disturb her game. She took them off me and put them on.
“Thanks babes!” She said, I guess she can quite easily separate her game emotions from life, which I’m glad of; I don’t want an angry COD addict in my house all weekend. I smiled at the thought of playing COD with a girl, with the knowledge that I was just about to do just that. I put the headset on and sat down at her computer, at the opposite side of the desk to Ashley. I launched COD and looked at Ashley and grinned. I was getting prepared for the most intense games of COD in my life.
We played COD for a good 3 hours; we concluded we’d stop after one of us got a tactical nuke (25 kill streak reward which ends the game). After some heavy team work we got one; we agreed it would be easier to be me, as she could cover me and snipe loose runners while I ran in and flushed them out. And then, as agreed, we stopped. We were massively COD’d out, my voice was sore; too much screaming at the screen, and my eyes felt square. But it was all worth it though. It was great fun. During the course of our game play, as you can imagine, we got pretty worked up. I had taken my t-shirt and socks off, leaving only my jeans on. Ashley had taken her jumper off, followed by her jeans. Later, she took off her t-shirt too and she played for a while with just her bra and panties on, a pretty hot scene if you ask me. I mean, just imagine an extremely hot chick playing COD in just her underwear with a headset on. Yes, hot. Although, it didn’t last long because I kept ogling her near-naked top half rather than concentrating on the game. She gave me a couple of chances but ended up having to put one of my oversized t-shirts I wear to bed from the nearby basket of washing, rolling her eyes in the process. The last piece of clothing to hit the floor was when she reached under her t-shirt and snapped her bra off from under the shirt, then dropping it to the floor. She never met my eyes while she did this; I expected a lusty look or something, but this left her just in her large t-shirt and panties hiding her nakedness.
We turned off the computers and got up, stretching as we did so, me being very aware of her near nakedness. She bent over to pick up her discarded clothes and I walked over to her and grabbed her perfectly formed ass, caressing it with my hands, with only her panties to obstruct them.
“You should watch where point that ass, girl, or someone might get ideas.” I said cheekily, as she gently pushed back on my hands. Past her ass I could see down the t-shirt and I could just make out the ends of her tits.
After that brief moment of awe, she stood straight up and flipped around, facing me, looking at me dead in the eyes. She grabbed me around the neck and pulled me into a kiss. I grabbed her around the shoulders, I loved it the way our tongues danced with each other; it was amazing. My hands managed to find their way under her shirt, grasping her bare back, while hers had dropped down into my jeans and grabbed my ass, while giving it a nice squeeze. She edged her hands out of my jeans and jumped on me, her hands linking around my neck and shoulders, while my hands quickly gripped her legs to reduce the weight on my back. This sudden jump caused me to lose balance slightly, and I walked backwards quickly and hit a side wall, which hurt my back a but I wasn’t really thinking about pain right then; I was thinking more of her tight gripping my shoulders while savagely attacking my lips. However, I eventually got tired, my arms felt like they were going to drop out of their sockets not to mention my back was sore from carrying her for so long, so I told her I had to drop her, and tell her I needed a rest.
“We’ll finish this later.” She winked as she released my shoulders, dropped down and walked off. I eyed her sexy pair legs as they trotted off that I just had my hands on not two seconds ago, yet I wanted to touch them more.
I walked back to the kitchen while cracking my neck and stretching my shoulders.
“Next time she can do that carrying and I’ll force her onto the wall.” I laughed at the thought of a girl nearly half my size carrying me with my hairy legs wrapped around her waist. That’s when I remembered why I was in the kitchen in the first place.
“Ashley!” I yelled. “Cooking some dinner, did do you want anything?”
“Anything! I don’t care!” She called back, her voice echoing from upstairs, probably because she was in the bathroom.
I decided to go for the simple as I wasn’t much of a cook; bacon and eggs with toast.
I had just started serving the bacon and eggs when feet sliding across the floor towards the kitchen.
“Mmmm….smells nice.” She said as she walked into the room. Her hair was wet from what I assumed the shower. It made her look just that much sexier, she continued to wear her t-shirt and panties though, from what I could see she wasn’t wearing her bra either. I didn’t wonder for very long; she apparently could read minds.
“I forgot to bring my clothes upstairs, but it was hot anyway and I like this t-shirt.” She grinned. “It suites you well too.” I smiled. I pointed out her seat, with my freshly prepared meal on the table in front. I had cooked it perfectly and I was quite proud of my work. She sat down and I sat down on the opposite side, bringing my plate with me. She asked me what happened in France. The normal questions, how was my family, did we get along, what did I do, etc. I answered them and she seemed a tad jealous, especially the part where I told her I tried weed and how I got drunk so many times.
“Well, we got heaps of booze here.” She winked. I told her maybe later, when we could sleep it off. I followed my responses with some of my own, typical conversation questions. I did learn that she had had a boyfriend while I was away, which upset me a little, but it didn’t last long anyway because she compared him to me, and he just “couldn’t make the scale” she said. She noticed the sport section of the newspaper and we began to talk about the footy; what’d I miss, what was happening how my team was going. Just general chat.
After we had finished, I picked up our plates and took them to the dishwasher. As I was bending over packing the plates into the dishwasher, I felt some hands gently placed on my ass.
“Mmmm…” She purred, “Such a nice feel to it.” She put the tops of hands into my jeans, giving her a feel of the top of my ass. I packed the last plate, closed the dishwasher as I stood up, pulling her hands away. I turned around, my eyes meeting with hers. I leaned in and kissed her, just a deep, soft peck on the lips, but she seemed to have her weapons loaded as she attacked my mouth with her tongue, her hands wrapping around my bare shoulders. I didn’t want break anything in the kitchen, nor did I want this to stop, so I looped my left arm under her legs and lifted her up, my right arm holding her back up and she squealed from surprise. I started walking, or running, up the hallway and up the stairs to my room, being careful of her legs from hitting the side walls. The whole way she was trying to kiss me, but had failed miserably. I threw her onto the bed and jumped on after her.
This make-out session continued for a long while. It felt good: her warm body next to mine, freedom for my hands to roam around on her, under her shirt, but most importantly, her tight ass (my favourite).
After a while of this, she started to kiss down my body, starting down my chin, down my neck, very slowly down my stomach and abs until she reached my jeans. She worked her way in undoing the fly, and then slowly pulled them down with my jocks, my hard member springing from confinement. She pulling my pants and jocks to the end of my feet and threw them on the floor. Now the only shred of clothing I had on was a necklace. I concluded what Ashley’s plan was.
“Ashley, you don’t have to do that.” I knew how much she hated blowjobs.
“I want to though; I want to…make you feel good.” She responded, and with that took a mouthful of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body; the heat and wetness was amazing, and the sucking and tongue swirling around was an added bonus. I closed my eyes; put my hands behind my head, savoring the feeling. Sometimes my cock would touch the back of her throat. I wished it would happen more often. I alternated my hands between resting behind her head, gently guiding her head on my cock, to back behind my head.
This continued for a few minutes until she suddenly stopped, my cocking leaving her mouth and meeting with the cool air. I guess she wanted a break. I felt her weight shift off the bed, and was so deeply relaxed that I just lay there, eyes closed, waiting for her return to my pulsing member. I must have fallen asleep for a few seconds because when I came too I felt her sweet mouth descend onto my cock again, and the touch of her arms being placed on the top part of both of my legs…but that was when I realized something was different. All her weight seemed to be pushing on me, and her mouth felt…different. My suspicions were confirmed as realized that the arms resting on my legs weren’t in fact her arms, but were the shins of her legs. My cock hadn’t been engulfed by her mouth, but had slipped into her hot, wet, steaming cunt! I was immediately wide awake and was about to start yelling at her, but was quickly silenced by a kiss, her now naked boobs crashing into my chest. She must have stripped while I was asleep. The sudden movement of her caused my cock to sink even deeper into her depths; waves of pleasures sparked through my body, me groaning into her mouth as we kissed. Her tongue explored my mouth and I hers. My hands grabbed her tanned back tightly. After the kiss I managed to get a word out.
“I thought we agreed that we would…well agree to do this for one…but also much later?” I said, rather annoyed that she had decided to do this while I was basically asleep to avoid an argument. I could call the cops and charge her for rape. I ought to.
“Yeah, well, I changed my mind. I think we have waited long enough, too long actually.” She replied, with a matter-of-fact tone.
“Why didn’t you just ask me rather than just mounting me randomly? You know you just took each of our virginities. If you had just asked I would have said yes.” I stated, still aware my cock was nested deep inside her pulsing pussy.
“Well I know you Aaron and I know you’d get all shitty if I asked, you may have said yes but only after asking me a thousand billion times if I had thought about and if you were the right guy blah blah blah…so I decided for the surprise attack!” She replied.
“It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission.” She quoted from a character in a movie we had watched. I wouldn’t tell her, but she was right. I would have argued and basically been a brick wall to talk to. I had a very strict moral compass when it came to sex, especially involving cherries being popped; I believed one’s first time sticks in your mind the most and should be taken with delicacy. I’ve told Ashley all these ideals at one stage, which is why she knew the best route to take if she wanted, well, a root. All other three bases were basically ok with no complaints off me, but fourth base is where I start getting ‘shitty’ as Ashley said.
“Man! How come we didn’t do this sooner! It feels so good!” She cried out in pleasure, the syllable of ‘man’ dragging out. She leaned back, my hands releasing her back; the movements of her tight pussy on my cock caused me to moan. She arched her head back as far as it would go, her messy, sweaty hair drooping down her back, placing her hands behind her to keep herself balanced. My hands found her hips, helping her stay still. She wriggled her hips back and forth; getting use to the feeling of my shaft inside her, if not, trying to get it to wriggle deeper. She had the face of a girl that would be in absolute sheer pleasure, yet all she had felt was my cock buried basically only stationary inside her.
She leaned her head forward again, making eye contact with me.
“For the record, I think I made a perfect decision involving my first time.” She smiled at me.
“What about me?” I asked, slightly accusingly.
“Well it’s too late now, you are forever and ever going to have me in your mind as your cherry popper. Lifelong torture. Cry me a river.” She laughed and I frowned, but agreed.
“You’re right, sometimes I over analyse things a bit too much.” I agreed.
“Just a bit too much. But that’s what I love about you Aaron, you are so selfless. So we going to get started or what?” The compliment seemed to do a good job in making me forget what she did earlier.
“Don’t usually girls bleed their first time? Are you ok?” I asked, slightly concerned. She’d already told but I’d completely forgotten.
“I told you: I broke hymen when I fell off a horse; so if you called that as my virginity I lost it when I was 12.”
I laughed as my hands roamed from her sides to her ass cheeks, my hands giving her a nice squeeze. Damn, so firm.
“I was just worried about you. That’s all. Well, that’s good; we can get right into the action then!”
She grinned at me, her eyes gleaming with lust and she began to slowly wriggle her hips, back and forth, across my belly, my hands guiding her. The slow movement was driving me crazy; it nearly felt like she was teasing me, but according to her screwed up face she was feeling the same way. She was biting her lip as if she was suppressing a moan, but this didn’t last as she started to increase her tempo, slowly getting faster, until she started to begin bouncing rather than just rocking, causing us both to moan uncontrollably. Up and down, up and down, her hair bouncing with each fluid movement. She would drop until nearly all my cock was inside her, then rise again until just the tip of my cock was in her, then drop again. I found my hips had started moving, instinct had taken over, and each thrust meeting her downwards plunge onto my shaft. My hands continued to help her up and down, gripping her ass cheeks as tight as they could. I loved the feeling of her firm ass slapping into me as she came down. A few times she rose too high and my cock slipped out of her pussy, before she came down falling on top of it awkwardly. We’d both just laugh, and we’d work together in getting back in, before resuming the process. Each time it happened she got a little faster in aiming back in line, before descending right back onto it. It was a good sight; watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy. I sat up and took one of her tits into my mouth, my hands grabbing her back, brushing her hair aside and continuing their quest to help her motion of riding my cock. The sucking sent her even wilder than she was; her moaning was now a scream.
“Oh my god! Aaron! That feels…so…good!”
Despite the setbacks and pauses I knew I couldn’t last much longer; it’d had been a miracle I’d lasted so long, even though it wasn’t actually that long, it just felt long to me. I felt the tingling feeling in my balls and the point of no return arriving swiftly.
“Ashley, I’m , I mean I’m gonna…” I was cut short.
“ It’s ok baby, I’m cumming too, just hold on a bit longer, just a bit…Ohhhhhhhh Aaron! I’ve been waiting for so long from France!” She groaned hysterically as she did one final plunge onto my cock. Her orgasm began; her pussy walls began to contract and squeeze wildly around my cock, which caused me to squirt a deep load inside of her, squirt after squirt, load after load. I felt like it wouldn’t end. I had my face buried between her tits with my hands behind her back, her hair draped over them, while I was pulling her into me and was moaning into her tits, using them as a muffler. I was exhausted as a fell back onto the bed, gently pulling her with me. It was only then I realised something of crucial importance.
“Oh my god! We didn’t use a condom! Shit! Do you have a…”
“It’s ok, I’m on the pill.” She said quickly, and rather impatiently, as if to say ‘how dumb do you think I am?’
This answer satisfied me somewhat as I relaxed and drifted off to sleep with her in my arms.

I’ll make P. 3. if I get good ratings for this/I can be bothered.
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Exchange trip to France

This is my first story written, so cut me some slack and be easy on the comments :). Criticism is welcome, but it must be constructive criticism. I have changed the names of the story for obvious reasons, but other than that the story is 100% true. I wrote this because I have read many stories here myself, and want to give back with some of my own.
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I’ll first describe myself: I’m a 17 year old Australian guy, I’m relatively tall, 6ft exactly, long brown straight hair that gets bleached by the sun to be blond and I’m a bit lighter than the average build. I keep fit mainly by just doing the odd run every few days, but I don’t work out much, so I remain rather slim. I have two sisters, two parents and I’m very close to all of them, and no, this story isn’t about them :).
This story begins in France, where I went for an exchange. I went for 3 months during our winter holidays, as our school is tight and doesn’t let us miss much school (it is very academic). At first, I was nervous around my new host family, which had a host brother, 17 years old too. But as time wore on, I realised I had the best family I could have received. John, being my age and having similar interests, got along very well. His parents were also very cool and easy going, they let me drink around the house and didn’t really care what me and John did, as long as if we didn’t get nicked by the cops or anything. ;).
Now to the fun stuff…
John was having his 18th birthday party on the last week I was there. I’d been to many parties so far, but, besides a few random hook-ups, nothing really happened. I was never very interested in hook-ups, to be honest, even though I was still a virgin, I was more the type to ‘wait for the right girl’, not just ‘fuck and forget’. I basically hadn’t proceeded much further than the ‘hook-up’ phase, only some kissing and maybe a little touching, not much, but as I said, this low experience didn’t bother me too much; my friends in Australia are all younger than me, being 15 and 16, and me turning 18 before some of them were even 17, as I was in a school year lower for my age, so even with my attitude towards hooking up, I probably had more experience than most in my group at home. Unfortunately for me, my morals were broken at this amazing, yet terrible, party.
John, being the host, was constantly moving around the place making sure everyone was having a good time. I was talking with some friends on a couch in a corner of the room, a little tipsy from the alcohol consumption. A few people were high, but I had discovered since being over there, that weed doesn’t mix good with alcohol, so I was steering clear.
Talking in (bad) French, I was talking to a girl, named Jess, that I went to school with. She had long brown hair and bright blue eyes, that got me every time she looked at mine. She was funny and had a good sense of humor, and I must add, a great figure. We got along well because she could speak some English and I could speak some French, so we enjoyed practicing it to each other. I was doing a good job chatting her up, but then her friend called her over somewhere else, and I felt pretty rejected at the time, but meh. I moved onto the seat she left that was more ‘in the circle’ to talk to some other friends. I was a bit of a popular subject because I was leaving soon.
A while later, after some more shots with this group, Jess returned, and was demanding her seat back. She was a bit tipsy herself, and I was a bit worse, with those extra shots, more light headed. I jokingly said she could sit on my lap if she wanted to sit, with my intention to get a laugh from her, then get up and offer her the seat, being a gentlemen that I am. Before I could get up however, she happily sat on my lap. I was a bit surprised at first, but I didn’t want to tell her to get off, didn’t want to seem rude or anything, so I just went with it. Not that it was such a bad thing, I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl you have a crush on to sit on your lap?
I eventually put my arms around her waist as she kept sliding off, probably due to her drunkenness or being high, if she was high, I didn’t know. I did notice, however, she kept moving her ass over my crotch, which was normal as she was sitting on me, but I mainly noticed it because it was causing that familiar feeling of blood rushing to my cock…
Now, I was beginning to get worried. Every time she talked, she seemed to bounce on me, probably not bounce, but it felt that way. To make matters worse, another set of shots were passed around. As I had the shot with one hand, the other automatically moved from around her waist and grabbed her side, just above the waste or the side hip bone. After downing the shot, she started to cough a little as she struggled to down the shot, or it went down the wrong pipe. Her coughing jerked her forward and back over my aching crotch, which was getting bigger by the minute. As I had my hand on her lower waist, the other, which had been holding the shot, then reached the other side of her waist to keep her from falling off onto the floor.
After she recovered, she said sorry, as it was a bit unusual for someone to choke on a shot in France, and took a big sigh and lay back, on my now fully erect crotch, which I had failed to notice myself earlier; if I had I probably would have moved, but it was too late now. She felt it, I knew it cause she paused, realizing what was happening. I waited to see for her reaction, to my surprise, she sat up, turned her head and gave me a wink, and very casually started rocking over my aroused crotch! Yes, it was very erotic but, at the time, I was just hoping no one would notice, no one seemed to, probably assuming she was swaying because of her being tipsy.
This went on only for a short while, before she got my attention and told me to ‘follow her’ in English. I still remember that image even now, as if it was yesterday, her eyes looking into me full of lust, and her sexy mouth saying those hypnotic two words that would bring any man to her bidding. As normally as possible, we casually exited the house and started walking up the street. We approached a house up the street, than it came to me. I remembered John telling me she lived only a few houses down the road from his. I had a feeling I knew where this was going to end up, but I didn’t have the stomach to say I didn’t want it.
She unlocked the house, and we entered, as soon as the front door closed, a make out session erupted, she taking the lead, thrashing me against the wall, hands roaming everywhere, her tongue exploring my mouth. I found the idea of French kissing with a French girl quite ironic. I was holding back, as I didn’t want to continue, but my dick was fighting for control over my brain and its ‘strong sense of no random hook-ups’. I ended up acting like a puppet, letting her push me around where she wanted, as I had no idea what I could do, even if I had the will power to stop these incredible feelings.
A good reason to stop came into my mind, I asked her in a trembling state about her parents, and she said don’t worry, they aren’t home and won’t be until tomorrow night. This comment was doom for me.
Clothes soon started coming off, her hands removing my shirt, followed by my jeans and socks, leaving a trail of where the sex began. Soon we were in, what I assumed, her room, me being in my jox and her without her top on, in only a bra. I can’t even remember when she took off her top, but she pushed me onto the bed, quickly stripping herself off. Me, being astonished at the lack of underwear, and the fact of seeing my first real-life naked girl, started panicking, I had no condom, but, even if I did, I didn’t really want to have sex, I barely knew this girl and wanted my first to be ‘with the right girl’, but how could I back out now? I was unable to comprehend all my emotions and feelings at once. During this few second lasting trance, I had failed to realize she had ripped off my jox, and was aligning my super hard dick with her opening, my mind was such a wreck I don’t think I had the ability to do anything.
Closer and closer her opening became, until I felt the initial penetration, and then finally, my dick being sucked in by her sweet hole. Inch by inch she squatted down, until I was fully inside of her. The tightness and heat I felt was amazing, I had never felt anything like it. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. She relaxed and let her legs rest by my sides, her feet meeting my arm pits, while her sitting on me with my dick inside her, with her leaning on her hands that were resting behind her on the bed, and she leaned her head back, savoring the feeling. Each little movement or tremble from each other was always accompanied by a small moan. I then began to start summing up what was happening, in my over-analyzing brain; I had just lost my virginity to a girl in France I barely knew, I am not using a condom and I didn’t want it to happen like this. However, if there is one thing in my life I’ve learnt, my number one rule has always been ‘shit happens’, so if shit does happen, then make the most of the situation. I remember thinking these exact words, at lightning speed; my brain was working over-time at that point. I concluded I should just stop thinking, and enjoy it, and think later.
Suddenly, after leaning back for a minute or so, she moved her legs so that they were bent on either side, causing her to move around my dick, sending shock-waves of pleasure through my body, she then started bouncing, beginning slow, and then speeding up. I was in pure bliss, I had shut off my over-worked brain, and now I was just enjoying the moment, my hands quickly found her ass and giving a nice squeeze, as she bounced up and down, my hips starting to meet her rhythm, while my hands helped her ass up and down. I couldn’t decide what felt better, sliding out or sliding in, each was as good as the other, but each had a unique feeling of ecstasy. Noticing her bouncing boobs, I realised I hadn’t even felt them yet, so I began kneading and fondling, sitting up to be able to reach them. As I did this, her legs wrapped around my lower back, just above my ass crack, and I grabbed her around the waist and started helping her bounce on and off my dick, quickly noticing that her boobs were in my face. I instinctively took one into my mouth, giving a good suck. I hadn’t realised it, but we were both moaning like animals, lost in sensation and lust.
We went at it like this for a few minutes, but all good things must come to an end. I tried to think of the French word for ‘I am cumming’, but I hadn’t studied anything involving sexual language at school. I managed to get enough for her to understand what I meant, before returning to her tits, and she said she was too soon. Right at the point where I thought I couldn’t take any more, her pussy muscles started expanding and contracting wildly around me, her orgasm beginning. This, sending me over edge, forced me to pump my load deep inside of her, pump after pump after pump, orgasming simultaneously. I don’t think I’ve ever came that much.
I fell back onto the bed, with her falling in my arms, and me, being exhausted and combined with alcohol, fell asleep.
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I understand the tenses (past tense and current tense) are a bit messed up, but meh. :).
PART 2 will be the last part. I will make it if I get some good responses or I can be bothered.
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Christmas Break Part1

This was Christmas Break last year, and since then My family has only gotten closer. But if you want more you’ll have to give this a good rating 😉

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Tracy And Dad

Mommy was nuts. Daddy was Horny and Tracy wanted love. Please comment. Tell me whether it is a good, bad or ho-hum tale. It is the only way I can improve.

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how i lost my virginity?

This is the true story of my ‘first time’ with one of most awesome guys i ever met.its also my first attempt at writing something like this so,constructive criticism is welcomed

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Sarah, my love. Part 1

Hello, I have been a long time reader of this site, and I decided that its about time that I added something. This is my first story so please be nice.
My name is Tom, I am 15 years old. Ever since I was a little boy, I always played sports, so, even though I gave them up last year, I still have an athletic body. I stand about 6 foot 2, brown hair, and light brown eyes that have been called “golden.”
I am going into grade 10, but let me give you a little more backstory. I grew up in a small town in northern Canada, where the summers are hot, the winters freezing and the bugs make you want to kill yourself. We have one highschool, and you basically end up knowing everyone and everything about them.
Me and Sarah had always been friends, but it wasn’t until highschool when we became best friends. We hung out almost everyday, and everyone sorta expected us to get together, everyone that is, except us.
We were just bestfriends, we knew everything about the other.
Sarah is short, around 5 foot 6, blonde hair, a cute face and a breathtaking smile. She was a dancer so her body was in great shape, thin, with an amazing ass, but for somepeople, her chest was a bit of a deal breaker, let’s just say there wasn’t much to look at. This doesn’t mean she didn’t have anything, they were just, small. Overall though, I would give her a ten, but I may be a little biased.
Being as hot as she was, Sarah had a lot of boyfriends, but in no way was she a slut. I knew for a fact, more then one boy had dumped her because of how reserved she was. She was waiting for the right guy, she told me over and over, the one who really loves me and I want to be with forever. Through all the boyfriends she had had, I knew that farthest she had gone was being felt up, and that wasn’t her choice.
So it came to me as no surprise that she had another boyfriend in june, just weeks before the end of school. As her bestfriend, I always tried to look out for her, and this guy, just screamed trouble. His name was Dylan, and was what most people call a burnout. He had long, dark hair, wore skinny jeans, had more metal in his face then I believed humanly possible and of course, he smoked weed.
Being good students, Sarah and I never even thought of smoking, worried it would kill our chances for university, so right of the bat, I was worried he would get her into it somehow, but what happened was much worse.
It was the second last day of exams, taking AP classes, Sarah and I both had exams today and tomorrow. We planned on hanging out in our sad excuse for a downtown, which consisted of one short street, then head our seperate ways, mine to hang with one of my friends Jordan, who lived not far from my house, and her on a date with her smilebag of a boyfriend, Dylan.
She was so excited, the entire time we spent in town was ethier talking about what store to hit next, of hearing Sarah going on about her date with Dylan. Finally, Sarah had picked out a new outfit for her date, a flowing green dress that made her shine like a star. I think it was at that moment that I fell in love with her.
The next day she came to school, she was in a sweat shirt and sweat pants, with her hair in a ponytail, I knew without seeing her face, something was wrong. I called out her name, and she turned and looked at me, her right eye was black, like someone had punched her, hard.
“Oh my god Sarah, what happened?”
She looked down the hall, the up it, and seeing all the people, looked at me and said, “nothing, I just fell down lastnight, its no big deal.” By the look in her eyes, I knew it wasn’t the truth, and that she wanted to tell me, just not here.
Seeing her like this at her worst, and still thinking how beautiful she looked, only reenforced my feelings from yesterday, I was in love with her.
I put my arm around her, comforting her, and led her away from the crowded halls and into the libary where we could be alone. Almost instantly after we got there, she ways in my arms crying, telling me everything, how Dylan took her to the movies, and started feeling her up, how she told him to stop it. The he pulled out his dick, grabbed her and told her to suck it. She tried to pull away, but he punched her, so she pretended she was going to give him a blowjob, punched him hard in the balls and ran home in tears.
At the moment, I didn’t know if it was my love for Sarah, the fact she was my best friend or my great dislike for Dylan, I knew there was only on option, I had to make sure Dylan and anyone else knew, that they could never hurt Sarah like he did.
We had to hurry to our exam, it was Math, easy for me, but I couldn’t focus, I was so mad. As soon as we could leave, I grabbed Sarahs hand, telling her the plan as we walked, she told me where Dylan would be.
We walked the short walk to town, and, sure enough there was Dyaln, alone, smoking up under the bridge.
What happened next went by in a flash, all I remember is yelling at him for what he had done, him calling Sarah a slut, him pulling a knife, punching his facei n and throwing him in the water.
The running, a stream of insults flying our way, I knew that after what I did, Dylan or anyone else would think before messing with me or Sarah. After running, w got to our old elementary school, who, for some reason this year, got out before we did, meaning the school was desserted.
We walked to the old tree we used to climb, I lifted her up and we talked for hours, Sarah seemed to have forgotten about what Dylan had done, as we talked about our old school, her telling me she had a big crush on me when we went her, and ended in me telling her, I loved her.
It just kinda slipped out, I didn’t mean it to happen but it did. I was worried it would ruin our friendship, put a barrier betwen us, but after I said it her eyes lightened up a bit, and said, “when I had a crush on you, I dreamed how you would say it to me, and looking back, I don’t think that crush ever truly went away.”
We both knew what was coming, I slid down the branch to get closer, leaned in to kiss her, then… crack, the brance fell, luckily, it was high up, anfter making sure we were both okay, I helped her up, and, she pulled me in, kissing me. It felt like those chessie movies make it seem, time stopped, the earth spun faster, and we knew it was right. She whispered in my ear, “I love you Tom, I think I always have… and always will.”
“I love you too, and I don’t think I could ever love someone else.”
That night was the best of my life, Sarahs Dad wasn’t at his house, just minutes from the school, so there we headed. As soon as we walked in the door, Sarah was soon making out with me, and she lead me to her bedroom, it wasn’t the first time I hda been there but, it seemed an honour to be aloud in there. Our kissing became more passonaite, and soon, our hands were exploring each others bodies.
Sarah broke the kiss, looked deep into my eyes and told me I was the one, she wanted me to take her virginity.
I was shocked, for someone who had never let a boy get to thirdbase, she seemed to be moving fast, but my hormone enraged brain didn’t stop to think. We broke the kiss only a few more times, so that we could remove eachothers clothing. Soon, there was Sarah in all her naked glory, her small tits were so perky, her nipples puffy and inviting, her vagina more perfect then I believed possible, with outer lips that covered the inner folds, and were wet and welcoming.
She looked down at my cock, something I had always been proud of, it stood 8 inches and thick, but not so thick that itt was uncomfortable for the girl, who, to this day, has only been Sarah.
She got me to sit at the edge of the bed, and bent down and wrapped her mouth around my cock. It was bliss! She could ony get about 3 inches in, but her hand and mouth worked furiously together, bringing a pleasure I had never known. Soon, I was ready to cum, I told this to Sarah and she stopped.
“I think it time we start the main event,” I told her, she knew what I meant instantly and got me to lay down on the bed. My throbbing cock was at attention, and she slowly lowered herself down, pausing to get used to it until we cam to her cherry. She thrust down on my cock, as it bent slightly before ripping though. She screamed in pain, I saw a little blood come out onto my dick, and I grabbed her sides to help support her. Seeing the tear in her eye was to much, I asked if she wanted to get off, she said no and that it was starting to feel good.
Soon she was fucking my dick hard, smalling her ass into my legs, making her itty bitty titties bounce up and down Soon I couldn’t stand just looking at them so I popped one nipple in to my mouth and started sucking it, bring a cry of pleasure from Sarah.
I could feel my orgasm mounting, and told Sarah I was about to come, she told me that I didn’t need to pull out, she was on the pill, something aboutbheavy periods, at this point, I wasn’t really listening as I let the cum fly. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and soon Sarah joined me in the orgasm blitz and she came,squirting onto me.
My dick went soft and she fell off off me, onto her bed beside me. I put my arm around her as she drifted off to sleep, I soon joined her, knowing that I had found my soul mate.

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True Story

Isabelle

Lucas, your average high school student, and Isabelle, a French foreign exchange student, have been friends for years, but that is al goingl change soon…

True Story

Ben’s Girl

My 2nd story ever, this is the last of my high school sexual adventures, chronologically. There will be more, but they all happened before this. This is a completely true story.

True Story

First Cum

I apologize in advance that this story takes a bit of time to set up. Sometimes the truth is quick, and sometimes the truth takes a while to impart. Thank you for reading.
I experiencing my first kiss during my freshman year of high school. A year later, I touched my first breasts, and wholly another year later I finally got my fingers wet inside a girl. Although an attractive young man, and having lettered in two sports, girls around my age showed very little interest in me. I noticed older women watch me at the gym and when I ran shirtless as part of my daily exercise regimine, but girls my own age all mostly steered clear of me. All that started to change when I met Sarah.
Sarah was a year below me at my high school. When we met at the end of my junior year, she was 15 years old and and I was 17 years old. Sarah was by no means the prettiest girl in school, nor was she the most popular. Sarah hung out with the burners and rockers, and she was quite the party girl…not that she looked it in her preppy best. At five feet and six inches more, her height was quite average. Her curvy hips and 36C chest belied her tender age, as she had the body of a woman 10 years her senior. Her long, straight hair was the definition of strawberry blonde, and framed a very enchanting pair of ice-blue eyes.
Naturally enough, we met at a high school party. We hit it off immediately, and one date later we became an “item”. Despite all her party girl behavior, the strutting around and acting badass, Sarah was really a daddy’s girl at heart. She got excellent grades in mostly honors courses, volunteered her time for sick children and the elderly, and was a virgin not only to sex, but to all of manhood in general, save for a few kisses.
A couple weeks after we met, school wound down for the year and summer break began. I spent every day in the gym and she spent every day selling clothes at the local mall. Every evening I picked Sarah up from work and we would spend the evening together until her curfew tolled and she was due home. Over the course of the next month, our physical interactions had escalated from mere kissing to vigorous manual stimulation, and eventually oral sex. While I learned quickly how to give her an orgasm, she failed to extract so much as a drop of pre-cum from me.
Not much had changed by her sixteenth birthday, at the end of August. She was frustrated because I would never finish for her, and I was even more frustrated because we had agreed that I would quit masturbating until she could push me over the edge. Between you and me, she was doing everything right, I was just impeded by years and years of Catholic School guilt.
Sarah’s father had taken a strong liking to me as soon as he met me. In fact, Sarah’s curfew was extended from 11 PM to midnight, provided she was with me and not her other friends. Sarah’s father invited me to attend Sarah’s surprise birthday dinner, attended by only her family and only a few of her closest friends, including her best friend Becky. While the table was engrossed in various conversations, Sarah leaned in close to me and whispered, “I have to stay at Becky’s house tonight after dinner, but if you go home after we’re done here I’ll call you tonight.”
“OK,” I responded, “But I was rather looking forward to…seeing you tonight.”
“Me too,” Sarah replied, “but Becky and I always spend our birthday nights together, ever since we were little.”
“You cannot break traditions,” I said ending the conversation.
At the end of dinner, a brand new convertable BMW was parked in front of the restaurant with a huge bow on the roof. I was in utter amazement because that car was nicer and more expensive than my mom’s car and my dad’s car combined. All the birthday guests lingered around the car seemingly forever, the men looking under the hood as if any of us knew the first thing about the inner-workings of the German beast, and Sarah repeating, “Oh my God, you guys shouldn’t have!” over and over to her parents. Eventually the gathering dispursed, and Sarah’s last words to me were, “Don’t go out tonight, I really want to call you; I feel like we hardly talked tonight.”
I was not home for twenty minutes before the phone rang; it was Sarah. “Walk outside,” she said.
“Where are you?” I asked.
Sarah started laughing and let me know that her father had included a car phone in her birthday present, and that she was parked outside my parent’s house. I walked outside, greeted Sarah and Becky, and noticed Becky’s boyfriend Rob was in the back seat of the car. “What are you guys up to?” I inquired.
“Just because I spend every birthday night with Becky, but that doesn’t mean you cannot come over for a while too, right?”
I liked her logic. I liked her logic even more when I found out Becky’s parents were out of town. When we got to the Becky’s house, Becky and Rob immediately disappeared to Becky’s room. Sarah led me to the guest bedroom and tackled me onto the bed, pressing her soft, red lips to mine. Sarah broke off the kiss, rolled off of me and stood by the foot of the bed. When I tried to sit up on the edge of the bed, Sarah pushed me back down and waggled a finger toward me.
“LISTEN!” she hissed. “It is my birthday today, right?”
“Um, yeah?”
“So I can do whatever I want, have whatever I want, right?” she demanded.
“What? Um. Sure?” I stammered.
Sarah’s eyes sparkled and she gave a crooked smile. “You are going to cum tonight for me. For my birthday. OK?” Without waiting for a reply she turned her back to me and simply said, “Unzip me.”
My hand was shaking as I reached forward, took hold of her zipper and began to unzip the snug, black dress she was wearing.
As the back of the dress began fell open, I saw the black, lacy fabric of her bra. As I neared the end of the zipper’s length, the fair skin of the small of her back led directly to the firm, smooth cheeks of her sweet sixteen ass. I gasped, and she turned slowly before pushing me back onto the bed.
Sarah moved her arms, and allowed the dress to slip over her breasts, past her ribs, and beyond her flat stomach and tiny belly button. She shifted her womanly hips a bit, and the black fabric collected by her feet on the floor. Gone were most of her locks of her womanhood, and only a landing strip of short hair, slightly darker red than that on her head, remained.
She reached behind her back, and in a moment the bra joined the dress on the floor. Sarah’s pink, quarter sized nipples were hardly darker than the skin of her pale, perky breasts.
Sarah moved her hands to her hips, did a slow 360 degree turn, and then whispered, “Screw the car, the earrings and everything else I got for my birthday this year. There is only one thing I want, and you are the only one who can give it to me.”
As Sarah worked on my belt and my jeans, I practically ripped my shirt getting it over my head. She pulled my jeans and underwear off in one movement, and started kissing from my knees up as she crawled onto the bed. I could tell she meant business tonight because as soon as she could reach, she had the whole of my seven inches in her mouth and throat. She started with long, slow, strokes. From the base she slip her mouth all the way up my lenth to the tip and down again very deliberately. Every so often she would take her mouth completely off of me and use her and leftover saliva to stroke me by hand while dancing her tongue around the head of my shaft or taking my testicles into her mouth for a good tonguing and sucking.
My Catholic guilt was winning. While everything Sarah ws doing felt fabulous, I was nowhere close to cumming for her. At about the one hour point of the best head Sarah had even given me, she completely dropped my cock and straddled my hips with hers. She pushed her wet pussy down on my hardness, leaned forward pushing her chest into mine and delicately ran her lips over the edge of my ear. She began to rock her hips, causing her slick pussy lips to massage my cock and cooed into my ear, “I was wrong. You are not going to cum tonight, you are going to cum twice tonight. As soon as you cum for me once, we’re losing our virginity together.”
Years of Catholic guilt was in a heartbeat replaced by animal aggression. I put my powerful hands on her shoulders and literally propelled her off my body. She almost fell off the bed and rejoined her dress on the floor, but I managed to catch her left wrist in my right hand and steadied her. I moved against Sarah as her feet found the floor, and stood above her with my cock in her face as she knelt on top of her dress. I scooped up most of her long hair in one hand and somewhat roughly pulled it so her head tilted back and exposed her mouth to me. The look on her young, innocent face was priceless.
I forced myself in her mouth and with the one hand still grasping her hair and the other on the back of her neck, I drove myself in and out of her mouth. Thick saliva was running down her chin and she was making the most unlady like grunting noises and slurping sounds as I fucked her face.
I looked down and their were tears rolling out of Sarah’s eyes. “Are…you…alright?” I managed through my thrusts. Her answer was silent, but perfectly clear. She reached between my legs, almost to my asshole, and traced her fingernails to my testicles. Once she found them, she grasped the loose skin of my scrotum and gave a hard tug down. That was all I needed.
I lost control so quickly that I failed to realize I was all the way down her throat when I started shooting my cum. She struggled to get free and did so, coughing so hard that cum was erupting from her mouth as fast as it was still shooting out of me. I was ejaculating so hard that the hot load was not leaving me in spurts, but in a solid stream. Now free of her mouth, I shot four or five more contractions worth of semen on her face, in her hair, her chest and all over the floor, including the black dress she was kneeling on.
Sarah knelt where she was quiet and stunned. I do not think she knew what to say. Sarah pulled her dress out from beneath her knees and started wiping my cum off her face and chest with the look of both pride and surprise simultaneously on her face. With almost fear in her voice she looked at me and sincerely asked, “Does that happen every time?”
We laid down together, and after a time took each other’s virginities gently. We enjoyed the rest of that summer together, and she was relieved to find that not all cumshots were so voluminous or forceful. We went our separate ways after high school, but still keep in touch today as friends. Even though she is married and has children now, and although she will not let me see it, she swears to me that she still has that black dress; and has never washed it.

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