0 comments/ 81990 views/ 3 favorites Virginities Lost Ch. 1 By: Leo Davis Pt. I: Mutual Seduction Carol was a shapely brown-haired, brown-eyed young woman twenty-one years old. She wasn't beautiful in the classical sense, but she was certainly exceptionally pretty. Her lips were full, and cried out to be kissed. Her breasts were not spectacularly large, but they were nicely shaped (at least in her bras) and appeared to be between B and C cup. She had a narrow waist and pleasantly wide hips with an almost flat stomach. Whenever Carol walked by, men looked at her. Most importantly, I really liked her. Although I had experienced quite a bit of physical intimacy, my senior year in college was just finishing and I was still technically a virgin. So too was Carol. I had been friends with her since our freshman year, and she had dated three of my fraternity brothers. From them, and later from her, I learned that she was completely frigid. She had grown up in a small, rural, deeply-religious town, where even the table legs were covered and referred to as "limbs" (apparently to prevent any impure thoughts). One year at my fraternity Christmas party she was given a spray can of de-icer, which caused everyone to laugh and caused Carol considerable embarrassment. As her friend I had talked to her at length about her fears, but I didn't date her until our final semester. I had my own fears about sex, mostly about getting some girl pregnant, so we two virgins took our time as we gradually developed a more intimate physical relationship to go with our developing intimate emotional one. Carol had a lot of cramps when she had her periods, and one of the extremely intimate things she asked me to do was to gently rub her abdomen through her panties (but under her skirt), moving not much lower than the beginning of her pubic-hair. The warmth of my hands and the gentle rubbing helped make her feel better. It also made me hornier than hell. Here I was with a girl who wouldn't let me touch her breasts, but who asked me to reach under her skirt and rub the front of her panties while she kissed me. Strange. But this experience helped reinforce one of my "tricks." Since puberty I could tell by the smell of a girl's sweat if she was having her period, and Carol's scent during these panty-rubbing sessions confirmed my own instinctual decisions about her menstrual cycle. Carol was my date to my fraternity's spring formal, and she wore a wonderful strapless gown that gave me a terrific view of her breasts as we danced. After the dance we necked in a dark wooded area, and she allowed me to caress the tops of her breasts above the top of her gown. I also kissed them as far as the gown allowed, but I couldn't get her to go any further. But it was clear that my touches and kisses were starting to turn her on. A couple of weeks later, on our last date of the semester, I managed to maneuver things so that we found ourselves alone in a friend's apartment for a couple of hours. As I had suspected, part of Carol's fear was having someone else know that she was doing "forbidden" things, and she allowed me to go further than she ever had before. I was able to unbutton her blouse, unfasten her bra at the back, then lift it up and caress her nipples. Finally she let me kiss and suck her breasts, too. They were larger than I expected, probably 34C/D, and they were beautifully shaped. While kissing her nipples I undid my pants and guided her hand into my underpants so that she could grasp my penis, and she began to get really excited. Just when I thought I would be able to remove her blouse and bra completely, she suddenly let go of my penis, jumped up, re-fastened her clothing, and said she had to leave. Her face was flushed, her breathing was fast, and she was clearly aroused, so much so that I could smell her. She said she could feel an incredible warmth spreading through her body, but our intimacy had also frightened her. I took her back to her dorm, had a wonderful goodnight kiss, and the semester was over before we could have another date. The memories of touching and kissing her breasts and her aroused scent was more than enough to send me over the top as I beat off every day. I dreamed of getting her completely undressed, and it turned out that she was having the same dream, too. I didn't need to leave to go to graduate school until the fall, so I stayed with my parents (in the same town as our college) and immediately after final exams I began work as the manager of a local swimming pool. About two weeks later Carol came back to town, rented an apartment with two other girls, and began summer school. I wasn't able to see her until Friday at the end of the first week of classes, although we talked every day on the phone. I arranged my schedule at the pool so that I could get to her apartment complex about four P.M.. Carol wanted to sun bathe (as if I didn't get enough of that!), go for a brief swim, go to a pizza place for dinner, then go see a movie. I arrived about five minutes late, wearing my swim suit under my clothes, and carrying a bag of clean clothing to wear after we swam. The girls' apartment consisted of a small living room, a tiny kitchenette, three small bedrooms, one bathroom, and a small balcony which was visible through some drapes. Carol's attractive apartment mates, Joan and Karen, were both there when I arrived, but Joan was leaving to visit her parents for the weekend. Karen told me she was working the eight-to-four shift on the desk of a nearby motel that evening. After a little small talk with Karen, Carol came out of her bedroom. Boy, was I surprised! In previous years Carol had worn a conservative one-piece bathing suit, but this year she had on a revealing white, two-piece suit that contrasted well with her early-season tan. It had a pull-on, hip-hugging stretch bottom with a narrow waist, and the small cloth top had a bra-like fastener in the back, with strings tied around her neck holding the top up. It was obvious from the jiggling of her breasts inside the clinging top that Carol had removed the liners, and I could see that her nipples were pressing against the cloth. I took off my shorts and shirt and wrapped my towel around my shoulders. We said good-bye to Karen, and Carol led me to the apartment complex's pool. Carol told me that a guy from another apartment had been bothering her at the pool, and that's why she wanted me to be seen with her as she worked on her tan. I told her I would follow her anywhere if she wore that suit. She blushed and giggled, causing her breasts to bounce. At the pool she led me away from most of the other people onto a semi-private area of grass where we could lie in the afternoon sun. She lay down on her stomach, then completely un-Carol-like, untied the string on her top, unfastened the strap, and pulled everything down leaving her back completely bare. Then she asked me to rub some suntan lotion on her back and legs. I did her legs first, and got a huge hard-on. Then I moved up to her back and rubbed lotion everywhere from her neck to well below her waist (where her suit began). The sides of her breasts were completely visible, and I rubbed lotion on them, too. She moaned little sounds of pleasure as I did this. My hard-on had become even stiffer. I lay down beside her, pressing my stiff prick into the grass beneath my towel. Every few minutes Carol changed her position so that the sun wasn't always shining on her from the same direction, and each time I watched to see if her nipples would show. Unfortunately they didn't, but after several minutes of lying on her stomach she rolled over onto her back. She carefully piled the strings and straps of her top on top of her breasts in order to get as complete a tan as possible. Except for the cloth covering her areolae and the skin between them, her breasts were completely bare. I offered to put more lotion on her but she just giggled. As she lay there on her back with her arms at her sides I could see almost all of the breast closest to me, and I longed to caress it. She asked me why I was still on my stomach, and I told her that I would embarrass us both if I rolled over. Carol blushed, then giggled again. After almost a half hour lying in the sun my hard-on had lost some of its stiffness, so I was more comfortable. Carol wanted to go for a brief swim, and we both jumped into the pool. My earlier observations about her suit were immediately confirmed. The cloth of her suit clung to Carol's body, and her areolae were clearly outlined. I told Carol that she was really getting bold since I could see her nipples. She blushed and hugged me. I could feel the points of her nipples against my chest and my erection was pressed against her thigh. After playing in the pool for a few minutes, Carol wanted to leave. I told her we had to wait until I had calmed down a little. She got out, and I swam laps until my stiff prick was once again soft enough to "hide" in my trunks. Then I got out, and we walked back to her apartment. Joan was long gone. Karen had left a note saying she was going out to dinner and from there to her all-night job and would be back about 4:15 AM. For the second time I was alone in an apartment with Carol! We kissed in our wet swim suits and Carol made little purring sounds in her throat. She began to get turned on, but pulled away to get us something to drink. As she broke out the ice cubes, I asked if I could soak the chlorine out of my suit in one side of her sink. She told me to go ahead, so I wrapped my towel around my waist, tied a loose knot at one hip, then slipped out of my trunks, put them in the sink, and turned on the water. I could see Carol sneaking glances at my bare leg below the knot. Carol handed me my drink, then glanced down at my towel because it was tenting over another erection. After a couple of swallows, I put my glass down, took Carol in my arms, and asked her if she had ever kissed a naked man before. The "old" Carol would have been shocked by such a question. Instead she remarked that I wasn't really naked, so I moved her left hand down to the knot at my waist and told her that she could correct that with one pull. Carol blushed, but didn't move her hand away from the knot. Did she want to touch my body as much as I wanted to touch hers? Had she really lost her frigidity? As I kissed her I carefully untied the strings at the back of her neck. Then I unfastened the catch on her top, but held the straps together, hoping she wouldn't notice. She clearly didn't since she was apparently trying to decide if she wanted to pull my towel off and that's where her attention was. In the middle of a long French kiss, Carol slowly pulled the knot and let the towel fall. It didn't go far since it was hung up on my erection and it still covered my front. I told her she should pull the towel off and drop it on the floor. After another minute or two of a fantastic kiss, she did exactly that. At the same time I released her straps, and tossed her top into the sink on top of my suit. Carol let out a little scream and tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but I pulled her against me before her hands could come up. At first she acted like the "old" Carol and tried to pull away, but I kissed her and she stopped fighting. As we kissed I rubbed her bare back, from the edge of her suit to her neck. I gradually worked my way around to her breasts. Finally I was rubbing them, with my thumbs occasionally brushing against her nipples. Carol would get alternately tense, then she would relax and kiss me harder. Her hands had wandered from my back to my bare bottom and up to my back again. She was making little sounds of pleasure in her throat. I took hold of her right hand, and lowered it to my penis. I told her to take hold of it, and she wrapped her hand around it and gave several gentle squeezes. Then she caressed my balls. My penis was now poking to the side, and she had easy access to it. I cupped both of her breasts in my hands and kissed them. Carol began to make strange little rhythmic sounds deep in her throat. When I moved my kissing from her breasts to her neck to her lips then back to her breasts, Carol suddenly let go of my penis, pulled away from me, covered her breasts with her hands, and said she needed to take a quick rinse-off shower so we could go to dinner. She ran to her bedroom, then quickly came out wearing a heavy robe. She tossed me the bottom part of her suit and asked me to rinse it out, too. I was still standing there with my dong poking straight out, but she pretended that she didn't notice. She went into the bathroom and locked the door. I checked, and it was really locked! I thought about picking the lock, but I was afraid of getting too intimate, too fast. I washed and rinsed the bathing suits instead. Hers had a wonderful aroma of aroused woman. In a couple of minutes Carol came back out of the bathroom, still covered with her robe, and told me I could go in. I was still start naked. I watched her go into her bedroom and lock the door, then I went into the bathroom and I rinsed off. I got dressed in the living room. Carol came out of her bedroom just as I finished. I held her and we enjoyed a long, passionate kiss, this time fully dressed. Then we headed to a nearby pizza place. We sat side-by-side, with our thighs pressing against each other. Each time she leaned forward, her breast rubbed against my biceps. I was acutely aware of her body touching mine. We finished and went to a movie. I don't remember any of it. In the darkness I held her hand in my lap, and she rubbed first the back or her hand then her fingers over the erection pushing my pants up. I had one hand over her shoulders, and I reached down inside her bra and caressed her breast. Every few moments we kissed. The movie ended and I took Carol back to her apartment. As expected, we were again alone. I knew Carol was less inhibited with nobody around, and I tried everything I could think of to get her to remove her clothing. She finally agreed to dancing topless, so we each removed our upper garments and I held her breasts against me as we slow-danced. I was so excited I thought I would cum in my pants! I had never done anything this intimate before, and certainly Carol hadn't either. After dancing for a half hour, we sat topless on the couch and kissed and caressed each other. Finally Carol remarked that it was after one, and I knew I needed to leave fairly soon. (Even though I was over twenty-one, I was living at home, and my parents still wanted to enforce rules such as not staying out all night.) So we stood up and kissed some more, still topless. Then I asked her to do one more intimate thing. I suggested that she go into her bedroom, undress completely, get into bed, and cover everything that she wanted to and that I would come in and kiss her everywhere that she was uncovered. At first she refused, but then she coyly asked, "Everywhere?" I said again I would kiss anything she left out of the covers. I told her that it would be a wonderful way to end an evening during which we had been so intimate. After some more kissing and breast-fondling, she smiled and agreed. Carol went into her bedroom, her breasts bouncing, and in a couple of minutes called to me. In the meantime I had undressed myself, and I walked into her bedroom with an enormous erection waving right at her. She was covered with a sheet below her waist, but her top was in full view. "I didn't know you were going to be naked!" she yelped. I told her that the sheet would protect her, but that she could hold my penis just to be on the safe side. I straddled her on the bed, and she held onto my penis with one hand while we kissed. Then I slowly kissed her face, lips, and neck. I moved slowly down, kissing each breast and sucking each nipple. I continued kissing her until I reached the sheet at her waist, then slowly kissed my way back up again. I could smell her pussy, strong and musky. The second time I began to move my kissing down her body, Carol grabbed me and pulled me down against her. My penis ended up between her legs, separated from her pussy by only the thickness of the sheet. She kissed me passionately for several minutes. Finally she told me I had to leave. As I got up I saw a dark, damp spot on the sheet where it had pressed against her crotch, and the smell of her pussy was even stronger than before. I reluctantly got up, leaned over the bed one last time to kiss her and caress her breasts, then said good night and went out into the living room to dress. Getting my penis into my pants was a problem, but I finally managed. Then I gently opened the door. At that moment I heard Carol coming up behind me. I turned, and there she was, wearing only her panties, holding her arms out to me. I held her, rubbing my hands down to cup her bottom through the thin material of her panties, and she kissed me good night. She said that a good hostess always said good-night to her guests at the door. I finally slipped out of the door with the blood roaring in my head. Wow! Carol had certainly lost her frigidity! My balls were throbbing, so I ran down to my car, pulled out some paper napkins, and beat off. The cum came out so hard and fast that I almost didn't catch it in time, but I wiped myself off as best I could, put my penis back into my pants (with a wad of napkins to soak up any additional cum that came out), and drove home. Along the way I tossed the wads of cum-soaked napkins out the window, wondering what the person who found them would think! I had another date with Carol for the following night, and thinking about it kept my dong hard. The next day I was again scheduled for the early shift at the pool, so I was able to leave by about 4:30. I headed for Carol's apartment, and found a note telling me to meet her at the pool. I put my shorts and shirt into my bag, and headed there. Carol was working on her tan, and "the guy" was trying to put moves on her. I cleared my throat, and told him that he was horning in on my date. He looked as if he wanted to argue, but Carol called me over, and I bent down and kissed her as she lay on her back, with her breasts barely covered, just as she had been the day before. "The guy" took the hint and left. By 5:30 everyone had gone and we were completely alone in the semi-private grassy area near the pool, with Carol still lying on her back. She put her arms over her head, stretched so hard the loose top piled on her breasts almost fell of, then with a big smile asked me to rub more lotion on her body. I lubricated the fronts of her legs, then did her face. Finally I oiled her arms, then moved to her breasts. Carol lifted her top so that I could smear lotion all over her chest. She suddenly began to laugh, and pointed toward my trunks. I looked down and the head of my penis was sticking out of the leg of my trunks! She surprised me by reaching over and giving it a quick squeeze, then let me continue to rub her breasts. I was almost out of my mind with desire and her nipples were hard as pebbles, but we knew that someone could come down to the pool at any moment, so we had to be careful. "I think I'm safe from sunburn, but if you keep that up, I'm liable to be rubbed raw!" she said. I kissed her with one hand still on her breasts, then wedged my erection against the towel and lay down. After about a half hour with nobody else arriving at the pool, we both got in. I still had a huge hard-on, and if anyone had been there, I don't know how I could have made it from the grass to the pool. We chased each other and kissed and cuddled in the water. She reached inside my suit and played with my penis and balls and I caressed her breasts through her thin, cloth suit. Carol's kisses got more and more passionate. As she had done the day before, Carol got out and let me exercise until my erection was manageable, then we walked hand-in-hand back to her apartment. I dropped my bag just inside the door, and kissed her. Carol told me that Joan was still out-of-town and Karen was working the same shift and wouldn't be back until after 4. She kissed me again, then went to fix us some drinks. Once again I removed my suit and wrapped a towel around myself. I drank several swallows from my drink, then began to rinse my suit in the sink. Carol turned away from me, removed her top, then wrapped herself front-back-front in her large towel, ending with the loose end tucked under her arm pit on top of the first layer in front. Then she reached under her towel and removed her bottom. She dropped both into the sink and we stood there, wearing nothing but towels, and washed each other's suits. We wrung them out, and put them on some towels to dry. Virginities Lost Ch. 1 Carol turned to me and we kissed again. Then she said that today it was her turn, and moved my right hand to the place where her towel was fastened. "Ever kissed a naked woman?" she asked in a throaty voice. I moved her left hand down to the knot on my towel and she grabbed it. Very slowly I pulled her towel loose, and slid it across the front of her body. I let go of the towel and it fell away from her back, but a third of it remained pressed between our bodies. Then I told her to pull my knot. As we kissed, she did exactly that, leaving both towels clamped between our bodies. I rubbed my hands over her back and bottom, them cupped her breasts. We separated an inch or so, and both towels fell to our feet. I moved against her naked body. My penis ended up pointed down, pressing against her thighs, rubbing against her pubic hair. We moved against each other, and Carol began to make grunts and moans in her throat. She moved her legs slightly apart and my penis pressed upward against her pubic hair and crotch. She tightened her legs together, squeezing my penis between them. I couldn't hold back. Cum exploded from my penis several times, splattering her legs and our towels and part of the kitchen floor. She tried to pull away but I wouldn't let her. Premature ejaculation, the mark of a real rookie! Finally my penis started to get soft, and she took hold of it. She seemed fascinated by its small size and soft texture. The smell of cum was overwhelming. Carol told me not to worry because she had finished her period a few days before, so she couldn't get pregnant if some of "the stuff" got inside her. I told her I already knew about her period, and she laughed and then she remembered that I knew her schedule as well as she did. She told me that she had often smelled cum when her roommates had boyfriends sleep over, but she hadn't known what it was until now. She wiped us off with the towels, and she added detergent to the water in the sink and began to wash them, seemingly unconcerned about being completely naked. "I don't want Joan and Karen to get the wrong idea!" she exclaimed. I realized once again that she was more afraid of people knowing what we were doing than she was about the acts themselves. We rinsed the towels and I wrung them out. Carol laughed as I, completely naked, sneaked out on the balcony to drape the towels over a chair. Then Carol, also still naked, headed to the bathroom to clean up. I heard the lock click into place, but this time I decided to ignore it. I got a small knife from a drawer in the kitchen, and popped the lock in a couple of seconds. I put the knife back, then opened the bathroom door and climbed into the shower with Carol. She told me I shouldn't be there, but I said that I had made the mess and it was my responsibility to clean it up. So I sat down on the floor of the shower, looking up at her hairy pussy, and gently washed her legs from her pussy to her toes. Carol then washed my penis, making it hard once again. We kissed and rinsed off, and left the bathroom. I grabbed my bag of clothes and followed Carol into her bedroom. Without saying a word, I began to dress her. I had trouble putting her bra on, probably because I really wanted it off! Carol dressed me, item by item. She had trouble getting my penis to fit into my pants, and she had to move it around a lot before she found a solution. After each piece of clothing, we kissed. Finally we were dressed, and we headed out to dinner. We went to the same pizza place, "our" place. Although Carol didn't usually drink alcohol, I talked her into having some Chianti, and she really enjoyed it. It also quickly intoxicated her. She began to rub my penis with her hand under the table, and I began to run her thighs and abdomen, getting almost to her pussy. Carol squeezed her thighs together, trapping my hand, and kissed me. I could smell her musky scent. Finally we left and went to another movie. Once again I had no idea what the movie was about. Carol unzipped my pants, then reached inside and took hold of my penis. I reached one hand up under her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her panties, and with the other reached over her shoulder and inside her bra. Her nipple became really hard, and I could feel her areola swelling, becoming covered with little bumps. My hand against her pussy began to get wet as her pussy juice soaked through. I felt her virgin slit, and slid my finger up and down it through her wet, slippery panties. Carol began to make audible moaning sounds, and she clamped her thighs together each time I touched her clitoris. I covered her mouth with mine as she leaned her head back, stiffened and almost stood up, then began to shake against my hand. After a few seconds her climax subsided and she kissed me passionately. Carol asked me what had just happened, and I whispered that she had just had an orgasm. She wanted to know how I knew, and I told her that I had done the same thing with another girl I had dated. She whispered that she had no idea that anything could feel so wonderful, and I whispered back that it would even get better than that. She shyly asked me if I had "gone all the way" with anyone, and I said, truthfully, that I had not. I told her that I had more experience than she did, but that I was still a virgin. I asked her if she had ever masturbated, and she said "No!" in a shocked voice. I also told her that I had never done most of the things we had done that afternoon and evening. Carol clung to my penis which was sticky with pre-cum, and the scent of her pussy was overwhelmingly wonderful. She said everything was new to her, too. I rubbed her wet pussy through her panties again and after a few minutes she had another orgasm, this one stronger and longer than the first. I muffled her cries of passion with my mouth as I kissed her. After the movie finished, we rearranged our clothing, and stood up just as the lights came up. I pointed to the seat where Carol had been sitting, and there was a dark, obviously wet, spot. Carol blushed, and I told her there was another, bigger wet spot on the back of her skirt. I had her smell my sticky fingers, and she turned really red. We went out the exit at the front of the theater so that we didn't have to walk back through the lighted lobby, even though we had to walk around the building in the dark to get back to my car. Carol managed to get in without anyone seeing her pussy-juice-stained skirt, and we drove back to the parking lot for her apartment complex. Being careful that nobody saw us, we sneaked back into her apartment. I kissed her, then unfastened her skirt, and lowered it to the floor. The wet stain was very obvious. As I picked up the skirt, I looked up and her panties were so wet they were transparent. I stared at her labia until Carol realized what I was doing, blushed, and tried to step away. I reached up and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "We've got to wash these." I said. Carol was unwilling to stand there bottomless, so she raced to the bathroom, saying she was going to clean herself off. This time she didn't lock the door, and I follower her in, undressed with her, and helped clean her off. By the time we finished, she was breathing loudly and her labia were swollen and clearly visible through her pubic hair. I followed her into her bedroom, and she put on a pair of shorts and a top. I talked her out of wearing either a bra or panties. Then I put on my shirt and shorts without underpants, and we left her apartment to wash her clothes. The basement laundry room was empty at midnight on a Saturday, so we necked and petted throughout the washing and drying. After about an hour, her clothes were clean and dry, and we went back to her apartment. We undressed each other, and I told her that she should get into her bed, naked as she had the night before, covering whatever she didn't want me to kiss. She pulled back the covers, climbed in, then pulled the sheet up to her neck. When she saw the look of disappointment on my face, she laughed, then threw the sheet completely off, spread her legs, and told me to lie on her. I kissed her all over except she wouldn't let me kiss her through her pubic hair. But kissing her breasts and the insides of her thighs had her aroused to a peak. I rubbed my fingers against her pussy, and rubbed directly on her wet clitoris which was about the size of a pencil eraser and sticking straight up. Carol began to grunt, then cry out, and finally yelled "Oh my God! Oh my God!" over and over. The entire bed shook. I moved between her legs, and placed my penis against her labia. Everything was wet and slippery. The head of my penis slipped into her, then stopped at her hymen. Carol reached down, stroked my penis, and told me to be gentle but to push myself into her. "I want to make love with you!" she declared. Here we were, two virgins, about to enjoy intercourse for the first time, together. I wanted to shove myself into her, but I knew enough from things I had overhead in the fraternity to prepare her further. I leaned up and kissed her lips, face, and breasts, with the head of my penis pressing gently against the entrance to her vagina. I reached down and gently rubbed her wet, erect clitoris. Carol squeezed my penis and began to moan and grunt. When I felt her begin to climax again, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I pressed myself forward. There was a sudden halt to my forward motion, then her hymen broke and I slipped all of the way inside her until our pubic hair was smashed together. The pressure of her vagina on my penis was hot, wet, and unbelievable! Carol cried out with the initial pain, but quickly began to move her hips against me as I moved in and out of her. She began to scream my name over and over, and I could feel her orgasm through my penis, and I spurted again and again into her. Finally we both were still. I rolled over on my back, and pulled Carol on top of me. My penis flopped out of her. I cuddled with her, kissed her, and caressed her breasts. I asked her how she felt. She said she was a little sore, but still felt a warm glow throughout her body. She spread her legs so that she was straddling me. I rubbed my hands over her bottom. I kissed and caressed her face, her lips, her nipples, and her breasts. She reached behind her and rubbed my penis and balls. I got a quick, hard erection. Carol began to squeeze it. Her breathing got heavy, and I asked her if she still felt sore. When she said no, I quickly rolled her over, and rubbed the length of my penis up and down her pussy. After a couple of minutes, she gave me a passionate kiss and I slowly entered her, with both of us watching my penis. I moved all of the way out of her, then slowly all of the way in. Carol said she couldn't describe how wonderful it felt to see and feel me going into her. She began to push back against me as I got inside her, and her nipples got really hard. I quickened the pace and she grabbed her breasts, crushed them against herself, and screamed my name over and over as she climaxed. I hadn't cum yet, so I waited for a minute or so, then began my in-and-out motion again. Carol quickly had another, long and loud climax. I lost count of the number of times she climaxed before I finally felt myself letting go in the middle of one of hers. We called each others names over and over as her bed shook with our combined climaxes. I kissed her as we calmed down. My limp penis slipped out of her, and we cleaned up the bed and ourselves with a towel and walked naked into the living room. Carol found some soft music on the radio and we held each other and danced completely naked. Carol kept having to wipe stuff off her legs as it dripped out of her pussy. She asked me how I felt, and I told her that I had never imagined that sex could be this wonderful. She told me that she felt a little sore again, but that she too would never forget our first love-making. As we danced, the constant contact with her body began to affect me, and I slowly got another erection. It began to rub against Carol's pubic hair, then strengthened and reached between her legs. I continued dancing and rubbed my thumbs along the sides of Carol's breasts and her nipples. Her breathing began to change. Then she whispered, "I'm not sore any more!" I pulled the cushions off of the couch, put them together, and laid her gently on them. Then I lay on her and caressed her entire body, paying particular attention to her nipples and clitoris. A few minutes later I could hear wet, clicking sounds coming from her vagina, and she told me she couldn't wait any more. I gently slipped the head of my penis between her labia and she immediately exploded with an orgasm. I stopped, then when she was quiet, entered her completely. After just a few strokes she came again, over and over. She was bucking herself against me, clawing at me, calling my name, sucking on my tongue, and climaxing almost at will. I was running my hands all over her body, pinching her nipples, kissing everything I could reach, and loving every bit of it. I finally shot my wad, what there was of it, and we both calmed down again. Carol got a towel and we cleaned up what we could from the sofa cushions, then put them back. It was late and she told me I had to leave since Karen was due back in less than an hour. I dressed, and she kissed me and hugged me at the door. I promised to call her as soon as I got off work the next day. "When can we do this again?" I asked. "As soon as we possibly can!" Carol replied. We kissed one last time, and I headed home to try to sleep. We were no longer virgins! And we had both been good lovers! To Be Continued... Virginities Lost Ch. 2 Pt. II: Sex Education Carol and I had simultaneously lost our virginity the night before, and I was still feeling a special warm glow from our lovemaking. As soon as I got off work at the swimming pool that evening, I called her. That's when I got the bad news. Carol said that when she got up, her apartment mate Karen had asked, "Well, you got your cherry popped last night, huh?" When Carol had asked her what she meant, Karen said that the smell of sex was all over the apartment when she came in at 4:30 am. Then when Carol had carried her sheets out in her laundry basket, Karen had grabbed them and found stains on them: cum, pussy juice, and a little virgin blood. As Karen was congratulating a thoroughly embarrassed Carol that she was finally a real woman, Joan, their other apartment mate, returned from visiting her parents. So Carol's loss of virginity, which she had wanted to keep secret, was suddenly known to her apartment mates. Then that afternoon, to make matters worse, Carol developed sharp pains in her abdomen. Karen told her that she had the same problem the first time she had sex, so she took Carol to the emergency room of the student health center, and there the (unfortunately) male doctor examined her and observed that she had just become sexually active and had, in the process, contracted a bladder infection. Carol felt her reputation was ruined and that the bladder infection was punishment for having had sex before marriage. She told me not to call back and hung up on me. For the next three weeks I called every day, but she wouldn't talk to me. I met her outside her summer school class, but she ignored me. I kept trying. On a Friday evening, almost exactly three weeks since our (to me at least) wonderful sexual activity, I called Carol again, but Joan answered. She told me that Carol had left for the weekend to visit her parents, but that she and Karen wanted to talk to me to see if they could help get Carol and me back together. I told her that I was very serious about Carol, and that I had tried to keep our sexual activity a secret to protect her. Joan said she understood, but that she and Karen wanted to talk to me face-to-face. I said I'd bring over some beer, and Joan told me to come whenever I could. I bought a case of bottled beer, and went right over. Since it was the middle of summer I was only wearing sandals, shorts, jockey shorts, and a T-shirt. Karen opened the door when I knocked. She was barefoot wearing tight, stretchy short-shorts, and a man's shirt over a darkly-colored bra. She smiled at me, gave me a brief hug, and kissed me on the cheek. She told me to leave my sandals near the door. The two of us put the cold beers into a plastic tub and filled it with ice. Joan came out of her bedroom and also hugged me and kissed my cheek. She too was barefoot and wearing short-shorts and a bra-less halter top. Karen had long, brown hair and hazel eyes. Joan was a dusty blonde with light blue eyes. Both had excellent figures and were very pretty. Their breasts were larger than Carol's. I had really enjoyed the hugs! I hoped they had too, since working and training at the pool had left me deeply tanned and in great shape. Karen poured each of us a glass of beer, and we sat on the sofa with one girl on either side of me. Karen lifted my arm and put it around her shoulders and rubbed against me. Joan did the same and my right arm was touching the skin of her bare shoulders. They turned toward me, rubbing their breasts against my chest and pressing their knees against mine. I began to get a hard-on. Joan spread her fingers and slid her hand up my body from my waist to my face, pulled my head toward hers, and kissed me, pushing her tongue between my lips. "Are you really serious about Carol?" she asked in a throaty voice. At the same time Karen was rubbing her hand along my thigh. I answered that yes, I was serious about Carol, and Joan slid her hand back down me and rubbed my penis through my pants. Then Karen ran her hand up my chest and kissed me, also with a lot of tongue action. She asked another question, but I interrupted by asking in a strange, tight voice, "What are you two trying to do to me?" They both laughed. Karen stopped kissing me, rubbed her breasts against my chest while Joan continued stroking my bulging pants. "We're making sure you tell the truth! If you're turned on, your mind is on sex and it's hard to lie about other things!" she said. Then she asked, "Carol said you were still a virgin when you fucked her. Is that true?" I was surprised that Carol had told them that, but I admitted it. Joan said she didn't believe it. Joan said when she "did it" the first time, her boyfriend slammed his way into her, then immediately ejaculated. (I didn't tell them that I had shot my first wad against Carol's legs while kissing her in the kitchen.) She said she didn't have "good" sex until nearly a year later, and that was with another guy. Karen said much the same thing. Her date had pulled her panties aside and rammed his way into her, pumped a few times while she cried out with pain, ejaculated, then pulled out and kissed her good night. Even after she got over her bladder infection she, too, had not enjoyed sex until several months later. Joan said that Carol, on the other hand, was walking around that Sunday morning after her first fuck with "the look." She had obviously been serviced and serviced well the night before. I didn't really like hearing something so private from relative strangers, but I was enjoying their bodies against me so I didn't say anything. Besides I was proud of myself for my first-time performance. Joan said that I was either a liar or a natural lover. "There was cum on the refrigerator door. Did you screw standing up in the kitchen?" asked Karen. "There was a pussy and cum spot on the underside of a sofa cushion. Did you bang her in the living room, too?" demanded Joan. They had also seen the stains on Carol's sheets. "How long did you fuck in her bed, anyway? That wet spot was huge!" said Karen. I mumbled something about not discussing my sex life and they began to giggle. Then out of nowhere Joan said, "Don't worry. We're both on the pill!" They both giggled again. What the hell was going on? They moved even closer to me, rubbing their breasts against my chest. They took turns rubbing my erection through my pants. I got even harder. Karen said that they would help me to get back into Carol's good graces ("Well, actually into Carol!" interrupted Joan) and they both laughed. "First we want to check you out." said Joan. Their kisses got more passionate as they kissed me, first one, then the other. I moved my hands from their shoulders and began to rub their breasts, Karen's through her shirt but Joan's underneath her halter top. "Now you're catching on!" Joan purred. She grabbed my penis as she kissed me. I could feel Karen's nipple getting hard through her bra, and I could roll Joan's hard nipple between my fingers. Between kisses and gropes, I said I was interested in Carol and I didn't think it would be right to get involved with them, too. Karen laughed and said that they didn't want to get involved with me. They just wanted to see if I could be as good with them as I obviously was with Carol. "If you can do it three times with a virgin," Joan said, "we wondered how many times you could do it with us?" They promised that this evening was our secret, and that they would never tell Carol about it. But, they said, they needed to know me better before they would help me with Carol. They continued to rub against me and kiss me and I played with their breasts. They were both playing with my stiff, covered prick. Three weeks before I had been a virgin. Now here I was making out with two new women at the same time! Unbelievable! Abruptly Joan asked me how many articles of clothing I was wearing. I stammered out, "What?" and she clarified her question by squeezing my penis. "Are you wearing underwear?" I said yes, and she said my clothing count was three: shorts, underpants, and a shirt. Joan said that she was also wearing three items. Karen said, "Well, I have four on, so I'll take one off." With that she moved away from me and removed her shirt, leaving her breasts barely contained within a lacy red bra. My stiffening penis really caused a huge tent in my pants as she did this, causing Joan to point at it. Both Joan and Karen giggled, sharing some joke I didn't get. Before I could pull Karen back under my arm and put my hand inside her bra, she winked at Joan. "Okay, we're all even. Let's play cards." Joan said and they both giggled again. They pulled me off the sofa, and pushed me down on the rug behind a small table, one of them on each side of me. Joan filled each of our glasses with beer from the tub behind her, and we drank them down, then refilled them. Karen began to shuffle cards. "Do you know how to play Hearts?" she asked. I said yes, that the Queen of Spades counted thirteen points and each heart counted one point, although if you got all of the points you "shot the moon" and everyone else got 26 points. Jane declared, "Well, we're playing a little differently. This is Strip Hearts and we don't keep score that way." I was glad I was sitting down because my dong was pressing really hard against my pants. I kept glancing back and forth from Karen's large, bra-covered breasts to Joan's halter top. Joan explained the new rules: whoever got the Queen of Spades would choose an article of his clothing which the one who gave him the card would remove; whoever got the Ace of Hearts had to down a glass of beer; anyone who shot the moon got to both choose and remove an article of clothing from each of the other players; and the first one naked had to do whatever the person who took off his last piece of clothing told him to do. "Are you man enough to play, virgin-killer?" challenged Karen. "I guess we'll see!" I said and Karen dealt out 51 cards (17 to each of us), leaving the "extra" one face down. "This card goes with the first Heart trick," said Karen. First we drained our beers and refilled our glasses. We each passed 3 cards to the person on our right, and I ended up with the Queen. Karen led with the two of Clubs, and we followed suit, with Joan winning. She led spades, and Karen won. Karen led spades, and Joan won again. She led spades again, and I had to put the Queen on the pile. Karen played the King, and won the trick but got the Queen. Two hands later I won a trick and got the Ace of Hearts (and the extra card on the table). Karen said that this hand was over since nobody could shoot the moon, and told me to down my beer. I handed my empty glass to Joan who refilled it. Since I had given the Queen to Karen, I got to remove whatever item she chose. She stood up and pointed to her bra. My throat was so tight I couldn't speak, but I got up, moved behind her, unfastened her bra, and removed it from her breasts. As it leaned forward to slip it off, Karen reached behind her, grabbed my penis, and said, "Hey! What's this poking into me?" They both laughed, and Karen turned around and I stared open-eyed at her large breasts as they bounced with her laughter. Karen cupped them with her hands, said that her bra had made her nipples hurt, and asked if I would kiss them to make them feel better. I kissed and sucked each nipple several times until she stopped me. "Never seen any so big before, have you?" challenged Karen. "Not in the wild!" I replied, and we all laughed. On the second hand I gave Joan both the Queen and the Ace. She drank her beer, and Joan pointed to her top and grinned at me. I got up and finally figured out how to get it off. Her breasts were a little smaller than Karen's but still very large (especially compared to Carol's), and her nipples and areolae were huge! I gave her breasts and nipples the same kissing and sucking treatment that Karen had received, and she rubbed my penis through my pants as I kissed her. Karen whistled and yelled at us like she was at a ball game. Staring at the two topless women kept me from paying attention to my cards. Karen gave me the Queen, and I gave her the Ace. She drank her beer, then asked what I wanted her to remove. I pointed to my shirt, and she flattened her breasts against me and slowly pulled my shirt over my head, keeping her nipples in constant motion against my chest as she did so. Then she kissed my nipples until they were erect. "He's got double-A breasts, right?" Joan inquired. "Triple!" replied Karen and again we all laughed. "Guess my size!" Joan demanded, and had me reach around her and cup her breasts in my hands. "36 D?" I guessed. Joan corrected me to 34 D. Then I did the same for Karen, and guessed 38 Double D. Karen gave my penis a squeeze, said that was close enough, and we sat down to play another hand. Their nipples were red and sticking straight out. Their areolae were swollen. My balls were aching. So, there we sat, each topless and wearing our last two items of apparel. On the next hand I shot the moon. Each of them drank down their beers, and I stood in front of Joan. Very, very slowly I felt around her shorts then slid them slowly over her hips and down her legs. I kept my face against her the entire time, ending with my nose pressing against her pussy through her panties. I could feel her heat and wetness against my nose. As her tight stretch pants moved down, they almost pulled her white panties off. Joan just left them that way, with two inches of her blonde pubic hair showing above the top. I was looking at my first blonde pussy! I did the same thing with Karen, but her wet, red panties did come down halfway to her knees, and only stayed where they did because they were hung up on my nose. She left them that way and sat down with her entire black pubic thatch on display. I felt very overdressed. I could feel and smell both of their pussies on my face. Their breasts were bouncing with erect nipples, and I could see the wetness glistening between their legs. My penis was throbbing in my pants. On the next hand Joan gave me the Queen and the Ace, so I drank my beer and waited for her to remove my pants. She began by crushing herself against me. Then she reached inside my pants, unfastened the snap, and slid my shorts down my legs. As she did so, she pressed her breasts against my thighs and penis. She started to pull my jockey shorts down, too, but Karen stopped her, saying it was against the rules. Joan stood up, gave me a hug, then suddenly tongue-kissed me. I ran my hands down her back and caressed her bare bottom down to where her panties were. I was just beginning to rub her breasts with my hands Karen told us to stop and play cards. I was beginning to feel the beer, Karen was breathing loudly, and Joan was clearly drunk and had lost all inhibitions. It was wonderful! We knew that one of us would be the loser on the next hand. Karen somehow managed to shoot the moon. Joan and I downed our beers, then Karen reached out and pulled Joan's panties to the floor. Karen picked them up, sniffed them, smiled, and told me to sniff them, too. They were wet and sticky with Joan's juices. Then she rubbed herself against me, slid down me, and pulled my jockey shorts down. My penis snapped free and struck her in the face, and she grabbed it with one hand and began to suck its head. Karen felt my tenseness and asked me if I had ever had a blowjob. I admitted I hadn't, and she and Joan laughed, saying that they would soon fix that! Karen stood up, still wearing her panties at mid-thigh, and said that Joan and I were the losers, so we had to do what she said. She told Joan to lie spread-eagled on the rug. Then Karen had me kneel between Joan's legs with my face almost touching her crotch. My erection began to bounce up and down with my heartbeat as I stared at her labia which were slowly opening as she watched me stare at them. She flexed her hips forward and back, exposing herself even more. Karen told me to kiss Joan's clitoris, and I said I had never done that before. But Karen ordered me to try, so I moved closer but I couldn't see it. So I kissed in approximately the correct place, and it quickly popped out, very long and red. I sucked and licked on it for a few seconds and Joan suddenly clamped her thighs around my head and screamed. She rammed her pussy against my face as she had an intense orgasm which I could feel against my face. Karen told me to help her out of her panties. As I reached for them, she stopped me and told me to do it with my tongue. So I stuck my tongue out and poked it into her damp pubic hair and down between her thighs to the panties. After some difficulty I managed to get them down. Karen was breathing very hard and she was rubbing her own breasts. She stood over me, spread her legs wide apart, and told me to put my tongue inside her, and I did. She began to grind her hips against my face as I knelt on the floor in front of her. After a couple of minutes she began to climax, and she let out a series of loud grunts, then collapsed on top of me. I caught her and we ended up on the floor, with me almost lying down and with Karen straddling my lap. My erect penis was trapped under her bottom, sticking down toward my feet. Karen kissed me, and Joan came over and began to suck on the tip of my penis under Karen's ass. Karen tasted like beer. I kissed and rubbed her wonderful breasts. I felt myself getting ready to ejaculate, and Karen knew this. She had Joan stop sucking on my penis, and said, "I won so I get first fuck!" With that she rose up, grabbed my penis, positioned it against her labia, then sat down. I was immediately jammed completely into her and I almost creamed her cunt. She sat motionless on me until I began to calm down, then she began to rock and roll on my pole. Each time I got close to climax, she would stop and let me relax. Karen was getting hot, too, but she knew how to be in charge. After several minutes my balls began to ache, but I was loving everything. Then Joan moved around Karen and sat on my face. Karen grabbed Joan's breasts, I grabbed Karen's breasts, and Karen bounced and twisted on my penis while I stuck my tongue into Joan. Karen climaxed first, and this time she yelled. I immediately shot my wad a couple of times into her, and a few seconds later Joan screamed and almost suffocated me as she pushed against my face. I rubbed both girls' breasts, and Karen suddenly climaxed again, also with a yell, as I pinched her nipples. Her twat was hot and wet around me, and my penis stayed erect inside her. Joan got off me, but Karen just sat there, clamping down and releasing my captured penis. Finally she rolled off me and told Joan to clean my penis. Joan started to get a towel, but Karen reminded her that she had lost the game, and told her to do it with her tongue. Obviously Joan had never sucked another woman's juice off of a penis before, but she was still drunk enough that she would try anything. She lapped up huge wads of my cum and Karen's juices, and then moved up and drooled them into my mouth. Karen applauded and Joan tongue-kissed me. Karen's juice tasted almost the same as before, but it was spiced with my cum. As Joan continued to lick and suck my penis, Karen reached around Joan and rubbed her breasts. I could see Joan getting excited again, and my penis got fully erect. Karen tried to tell us what to do, but I told her the game was over and I was going to fuck Joan. I pulled a couple of cushions off the sofa, spread Joan on them, and got between her legs. I had figured out from my sex with Carol that taking plenty of time was what made it so good for women, so I just leaned down and kissed her lips, face, neck, and breasts. She grabbed my penis and tried to put it into her. I kept myself just far enough from her that only the head would go in. Joan began to moan, and she begged me to fuck her. I reached down to my penis, pushed her hand away, and began to move its tip up and down her slit, each time bumping into her clitoris. Joan began to buck and jump and suddenly let out a yell. As her pussy trembled against my penis, I slowly pushed myself all of the way in. As I hit bottom, I pressed my pelvis hard against hers, pressing on her clitoris. She had another orgasm. As it subsided, I began to move in and out, twisting and turning. I changed the rhythm constantly, never letting her get used to it. I kissed and fondled her breasts. Joan began to grunt and groan again. I looked at Karen and she was rubbing her crotch with one hand and squeezing her nipples with the other. When Karen screamed with her solitary climax, I pumped faster and faster into Joan, and she raised her hips off of the cushions and yelled "Oh! Oh! Oh!" over and over. She had reached a nearly continuous orgasm, and I managed to keep her in it for a couple of minutes before I shot my wad into her. We both screamed as I did so. I rolled off Joan, and Karen moved over against me. The three of us cuddled and I kissed each of them over and over. I caressed Joan's breasts with one hand and Karen's with the other. I figured the evening was over, but I was feeling pretty good. I looked down at my flaccid penis which was shiny with Joan's pussy juice. Wow! Virginities Lost Ch. 2 Karen got up and refilled our beer glasses. We sat there naked and toasted each other. We all had to take a piss, so we went together. Karen, as the winner, insisted that she hold my penis while I went, and she aimed me pretty well into the bowl. After they were done they had me wipe them off, something I had obviously never done before! Then we sat down to drink more beer. They stared at my penis, and asked what would bring him back to life. "Skinny dipping!" shouted Joan. She got three beach towels, and we each wrapped up in them. Karen hung an apartment key on a string around her neck, and we went down to the pool. It was completely dark and deserted. We tossed our towels onto the side and slipped into the cool water. Joan and Karen immediately began to play erotic games with me. I put my penis in each of them, but there was too much playing around and none of us managed to climax that way. The most popular game was seeing how long each one could suck my penis underwater. Another was having me finger-fuck both of them at the same time while they rubbed their breasts against me. After several minutes, they climaxed almost at the same time on my fingers. We were afraid that their screams would bring someone, but after waiting for several minutes, nobody came. Joan was kissing and groping me and asked what had happened to my balls. I explained what happens in cold water. "We can't have him ball-less!" exclaimed Karen, so we got out of the pool. I grabbed all three towels and threw them over a fence. I challenged them to sneak us all into their apartment naked. I had a raging hard-on by this time watching their glistening breasts bounce and sparkle in the limited light. Karen took the key from her neck and hung it on my penis after carefully warning me not to let it fall. Then she kissed the tip of my penis to make her (and it) point. We were almost to the building when some people came out, and we had to hide in the bushes. I kissed and fondled both of them as we crouched down, watching. As soon as the coast was clear, so we slipped into the brightly-lighted entryway and ran for the stairs. Just before we got there two girls opened the stairwell door and gasped when they saw the three of us. Joan and Karen got past them, but they stepped in front of me with big grins on their faces, forcing me to slide slowly past them. One of them grabbed my penis and remarked that it was a funny place for a guy to carry a key. We laughed as we ran up the stairs. I was three weeks past virginity and already women who were complete strangers were yanking on my dong in public! What had I been missing! We made it into the apartment without further incident. They kissed me and pushed me into Karen's bedroom. I ended up on my back with Joan sitting on my chest. She suddenly grabbed one of my arms and held me down. Karen grabbed the other arm and tied it to the leg of the bed with some kind of soft rope. Before I could react, Karen leaned over me, putting her pussy in my face, and tied the other arm. I demanded to know what they were doing, but they both just laughed. With Joan sitting on me I really couldn't move, and Karen had little trouble tying my legs to the other corners of the bed, leaving me spread-eagled and helpless. My penis began to sag. Karen held it and said that they would take care of that in a moment. Then Karen put a gauze pad over each of my eyes and taped them in place with heavy tape. I was now both blind and helpless. I could hear them whispering but couldn't make out the words. Suddenly I felt hands touching me, but I couldn't tell whose they were. Breasts rubbed against my face, my legs, my chest, and my penis. Their touches were everywhere seemingly all at once. My penis sprang to attention once again. I felt someone sucking and kissing my penis. Then it felt like the other. Then the first. I was being blown by two women at once! I could feel their breasts on my legs. One of them was caressing my balls, and hands were moving all over my body. I felt my ejaculation begin, but somebody quickly applied pressure at the base of my penis, stopping me. They did this several times. My balls were beginning to ache and I told them so. Abruptly they released me and I begged them to finish me off. The bed moved and I felt one of them grab my penis than sit down on it as Karen had done earlier. Whoever it was, she sat there squeezing my penis with her vagina, over and over. Then she began to move, twisting and rubbing her clitoris against me, occasionally leaning low enough that her breasts rubbed against my chest. How I wanted to reach up and hold them, but were they Joan's or Karen's? As she bounced up and down I could hear my penis making squishy sounds inside her pussy. I matched her motion, staying just a little slower than she was moving, and I felt her start to climax. I pushed my hips up as hard as I could and she screamed out a long, loud "Aaaah!" in a voice I didn't recognize. I couldn't hold back and I ejaculated deeply into her. She could feel my cum, and cried out as I shot my wad. Her pussy continued trembling against me, so I began to twist my hips on the bed. She screamed again, and this time I recognized Joan's voice. My penis was still erect within her, and she managed to move up and down on it several times, evoking yet another orgasm. She flopped down on me, breathing hard, covered with sweat. I could feel her entire body against me but I couldn't touch her! My penis slipped out of her. She climbed off after a few minutes, and someone (Karen?) began to lick and suck on my penis. This continued for five minutes or so, and my penis came back to life. I felt hands all over my legs, chest, and groin. One girl was kissing the rim and head of my penis with her lips and tongue, then she would pull her lips back to the tip, maintaining pressure all the way. There was a hand rubbing up and down the shaft of my penis, and one girl was sucking on my balls, moving them gently between her lips and tongue. Then I felt a finger covered with something slippery moving in and out of my ass. I couldn't take any more and I exploded three or four times. One shot went directly into the mouth of the woman sucking on the tip of my penis, but the others could have gone anywhere. Then I heard them talking and making smacking sounds and realized they were licking my cum from each others breasts! They took turns "sharing" my cum with me by tonguing it into my mouth as they kissed me. I could feel my deflated penis against my leg, then suddenly two sets of tongues began to clean me up as they had before. I didn't get erect this time. Maybe I was done for the night. After trying to revive my penis for several minutes, the girls gave up and untied me and I pulled the tape from my eyes. We got more beers and walked out onto the balcony and leaned over. We could see a couple way down below fucking on a blanket behind some bushes. We watched as his bare ass went up and down until, far away, we heard first her cry then his as they climaxed. "At least he finished last!" remarked Joan we all laughed. Joan got us more beer and we sat on the patio chairs and drank them. Karen got up from her chair and sat down on my lap with her legs apart and kissed me. She reached back and began to stroke my penis and asked, "Is he dead?" As I rubbed her breasts my penis began to respond and it poked into Karen's crotch. She jumped off me with a cry of triumph, and began to suck on it. She soon had me completely hard. Then she leaned over a low table and told me to enter her from the rear. I slipped into her easily and began to move in and out. Karen began to grunt with each stroke, and then Joan reached under her and started rubbing Karen's clitoris in rhythm with my thrusts. I reached up and grabbed Karen's breasts and pinched her nipples between two of my fingers. Karen began to tremble and shake, then she started to grunt really loudly, and finally she let out a scream that probably woke everyone in the building. I stopped pumping and waited for her to calm down. Then I started again, as did Joan. Karen came three more times before she collapsed across the table saying she couldn't take any more. I was still hard and hadn't come yet, so I pushed Joan face-up on top of Karen and drove my penis into her. Karen's bottom made for a strange cushion, but we figured out the best angle and my pumping had the desired effect. Karen was pinned down by Joan's weight and grunting "Unh!" each time I pushed into Joan. Joan began to have a long, nearly continuous orgasm, accompanied by loud shrieks of "God! Oh! Yes!" over and over. Finally I ejaculated with a loud cry, and Joan answered with another loud yell. By this time the whole building must have known what we were doing. Somebody on a balcony a couple of floors above us actually whistled and applauded after Joan's yell of climax! We scrambled back into the apartment and climbed into the shower together. We all had to piss, and we just did it in the shower, with urine running down their legs both from themselves and from me. It took a long time to get everyone clean since I had to taste-check them and they had to taste-test me before we could certify we were clean, and juice and cum kept dripping out of both of their pussies, requiring additional cleaning and tasting on my part. We were waterlogged when we were done. We went back into the living room and got our beer glasses, then we crawled into Joan's bed and the three of us cuddled, one on each side of me. While Karen played with my penis, I asked if I had been satisfactory. Joan jumped up and told me she would show me. She went to Karen's room and returned with a pile of Polaroid photos which they had taken when I was tied to the bed. There were closeups of my penis inside Joan, shots of first Joan then Karen sucking on my penis and balls, and a variety of other shots showing everything we had done. Joan said that I could keep them as a souvenir because they had taken two pictures of everything and they still had the other set. Then they got playful. "If we ever get too horny and Carol is out of town, we may call you to come over and help us out." Karen said. "If you refuse, we might have to show these to Carol!" Joan said. I told them that they didn't need to coerce me and that I would come back anytime they wanted me to. I told them I had to leave so that I could get up and go to work the next day (I had the early shift at the swimming pool) but that I could come back the following evening. Joan had a date, so we agreed that I would come over about 9, that Joan would get rid of her date at the door, and that the three of us would see what other games we could play. With that they both kissed me and told me to get dressed. I wrapped the pictures up in a towel, kissed them both again (with them still naked), and went home. Would this help me get Carol back? I hoped so, but I also wanted to spend some more time trying to convince them to help! My virginity was really over, now! Orally I had brought Karen to orgasm once and Joan twice. (A lost virginity!) One of them (I still didn't know which one!) had given me my first blow job. (Another lost virginity!) I had finger-fucked them both to climax. I had seen Karen masturbate herself over the top. I had fucked Karen with her sitting on me (New position, another lost virginity!) and also from the rear. (Doggy-style - another lost virginity!) I had fucked Joan twice with me on top and once with her sitting on me while I was tied up. (Being tied up was another lost virginity!) Both of them had multiple orgasms, and both of them had screamed loud enough to wake the dead. I was drained since I had come at least five times, but as I thought about what we would do the next evening, my cock began to rise in anticipation. I hoped they were both as eager as I was! At least I didn't have to beat off before driving home! To Be Continued... Virginities Lost Ch. 3 Pt. III: Taking Charge Carol and I had simultaneously lost our virginity three weeks before, and we had re-discovered the missionary position three separate times. I had also masturbated her to orgasm a couple of times, something she admitted she had never done for herself. As soon as I got off work the next day I called her, and got some really bad news. Joan and Karen, her apartment mates, had discovered that Carol and I had made love. Carol was embarrassed that anyone else knew, but to make matters worse, she had gotten a really painful bladder infection from all of the genital contact, and the male doctor at the health center had talked to her about "becoming sexually active" and she was truly mortified. Carol felt that all of her embarrassment was punishment for having extra-marital sex, and she wouldn't talk to me any more. She told me to stay away from her. Just the night before Joan and Karen had asked me over so that they could help get Carol and me back together again. Since Carol was visiting her parents, they knew we could talk freely. Instead they had arranged elaborate sex games, and I ended up fucking each of them more than once, getting blown, licking each of them off, and doing some other fun things. Most of it was new to me but obviously not to them. They had apparently decided to "teach the rookie" the ways of sex. I was an ardent pupil, but I performed better than they thought I would. We then agreed that I would come over tonight, Saturday, and after Joan got back from her date, they would do more things to help my relationship with Carol. Yeah, sure! But I showed up right at 9 as planned. Karen opened the door wearing a sheer black nightie with a small crotch-cover bottom. I rubbed her body through the thin fabric as I kissed her, but she suggested we wait for Joan to get back. I told her I couldn't wait that long. I wrapped my arms around from the rear, grabbed her breasts, and pushed her into her bedroom. She lay on her back on the bed with her arms over her head and watched me while I undressed. Then I got on top of her. Karen said that this was OK for starters, but that she couldn't get off in the missionary position. I said that there was a difference between "not having climaxed before" and "not being able to climax" in this position. She bet me that I couldn't get her to climax, and we settled on the terms. If she won, I had to leave all of my clothes with Joan and her and go home completely naked. If I won, I could tie her to the bed (as she and Joan had done to me the night before) and do whatever I wanted to her. I had already learned that the way to a woman's orgasm was slow and deliberate. So I spent a long time rubbing her through the thin fabric that covered her body. Finally her nipples stayed erect when I no longer touched them, and her mini-panties were sopping wet when I rubbed her pussy. I undressed her very, very slowly, spending several minutes kissing every bit of flesh which I exposed. When she was lying there in nothing but her wet mini-panties, I took the time to kiss her entire body, from her feet to her forehead. When she tried to rub herself through her panties I pulled her hand away saying that was cheating on the bet. Karen was beginning to arch her back to meet the touch of my fingers and tongue as I kissed and touched her. I decided she was probably as ready as she was going to get, and I pulled her bottom down, again kissing everything as I uncovered it. Her labia were dripping wet, her tiny clitoris came out when I kissed around it, and she almost climaxed when I pushed my tongue inside her. Instead I kept kissing and fondling her. She began to thrash around on the bed, and she tried to get up so that she could sit on top and ride me. I held her down. "Beg me to fuck you!" I demanded. She shook her head, and I kept touching and kissing her. I was kissing around her clitoris when her vagina began to open and close with wet popping sounds. I immediately put the tip of my penis into her, felt her squeezing it, and asked her what she wanted me to do. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed. I slammed myself into her in one quick shove, and she let out a long, loud cry of "Ahh!" as she climaxed and I won the bet. Patience wins again! I could feel her vagina squeezing on my penis, and I shot my wad into her. She was still in orgasm. The stimulation on my penis kept it erect, and I began to move around in her, pushing and turning from every direction I could think of, and she cried out again several times. We finally rested, both of us completely spent. Karen recovered before I did, told me that I had won the bet, then asked how I knew about her G-spot. I told her I had heard about it, but didn't know where it was. She told me it was on the front face of her vagina and that I had deliberately rubbed the head of my penis against it every time I entered her. I was puzzled, so she put two of my fingers inside her, and told me to press toward her naval. I found a tight area about the size of a nickel or a quarter, and when I rubbed it, she sucked in her breath. "That's it!" she gasped. I began to massage the spot with my fingers, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. I pressed down (really up) on it, and I went in circles. I kept changing the tempo and Karen began to turn a dark red all over. She tried to rub her clitoris, but I pushed her hand away. She began to twitch and moan each time I pressed against the spot. I then stopped touching her spot and began to suck on her clitoris. Karen crushed her breasts with her hands as I renewed pressure on her spot, and she went into a shuddering orgasm. As she began to come down, I applied tongue pressure to her clitoris, and she went off again. I alternated between her G-spot and her clitoris for longer than I thought possible, and Karen stayed in a hard-throbbing climax. She was no longer screaming, but that was probably because she was having trouble getting her breath. Finally she fainted. That scared me so much I pulled my fingers out and moved up to her mouth. She was breathing, so I pinched her nipples and she came around. "Oh my god!" she said and hugged me against her. After fifteen minutes or so she said she wanted to try it again "with the correct tool." I pointed out that my penis was still not erect (her fainting had scared the starch out of it), but she said she could fix that. She then began to suck and kiss my penis to bring it back to life. She said that she had not been able to enjoy "missionary" sex because of her first unhappy fuck which had been in this position. She had discovered that doggy-style sex worked for her because she could move so that each thrust of the guy's penis rubbed her G-spot. Similarly when she was on top, she would move forward and sit, forcing her lover's penis to move forward in her vagina, rubbing her spot. I told her that I had just been moving around in her, trying everything I could think of, and that I had kept pushing my penis against the front of her vagina since she so obviously enjoyed it. She told me I must be a natural lover. Karen was very good at her oral activity on my penis, and we began to enjoy the "new to her" missionary position again. She began to climax repeatedly, with each scream louder and longer than the one before. I was taking my time, first rubbing her G-spot with my penis only part way in (but with its shaft all along her slit) while I would gently caress her clitoris. Once again I had her going back-and-forth between stimulation points, but I did it slowly enough that she could catch her breath - and moan, yell, and scream! Joan walked in as Karen let out a long yell and then a scream just as I as about to squirt my juice into her. My climax stopped and I popped out of Karen as Joan yelled, "Liar! You told me you couldn't get off in that position!" Karen gasped out that I had "fixed" that. She remarked that her last boyfriend had a longer and thicker cock than I had, but he had never gotten her as excited as she had just been. Joan kissed us both, said she had to take a shower, and that we three should see what new and exciting things we could do, although she wouldn't be able to join in as much as she had the night before. Before we joined her in the shower, Karen explained what Joan had meant by her last comment, and she and I planned something special for Joan. Just the thought of it got me hard again! Karen went to get some things ready for Joan, so I was the first one to join Joan in the shower. "How was your date?" I asked. Joan said that she had started her period (which was what Karen had told me), probably because of all of the excitement the night before, and that she had told her date that this was the case and that she didn't feel particularly physical. In spite of that he had tried to rub her breasts. Joan said that her breasts were a little swollen and sensitive because of her period, and that his groping had really been painful. I gently washed her breasts, and remarked that they were a little larger than the night before. I asked her how my hands felt on her breasts, and she said wonderful, but that was because I was being so gentle. I rubbed her abdomen, something Carol had asked me to do during her periods, and Joan said that really felt good and seemed to make her menstrual cramps less intense. That's when Karen joined us. We had a playful time getting each other scrubbed, although Joan wasn't willing to let me wash her crotch. I could see a string hanging out of her vagina. As we dried off, Joan asked us to leave so she could change her tampon. I said I wanted to watch. Joan blushed very red, then sat on the toilet, and pulled the used tampon out. She wrapped it in some kind of plastic thing, but I could see it was covered with blood and it smelled terrible. Joan unwrapped a fresh one, and inserted it into her vagina. "I've never had someone watch me do that!" she exclaimed and blushed again. I bent down and kissed her. Then she used a wash cloth to re-clean her crotch. "What do we do now?" Joan asked. Karen stepped forward and put gauze pads over Joan's eyes, then taped them in place while I held Joan's hands down. "Relax and trust us!" Karen said. Then we led a completely blind Joan to her bedroom, and laid her on her back. "I can't have sex!" Joan protested, but we tied her arms and legs to the bed and pulled the soft ropes (which Karen had retrieved from her room) tight enough to leave her spread-eagled. Then we began to tickle her with feathers. We tickled her armpits and waist, causing Joan to laugh until she stopped breathing several times. She begged us to stop, but we continued. I slowly dragged the tip of a feather from each ankle to her pussy, and Karen pointed to Joan's nipples which were now completely erect. Karen began to move a feather around one of Joan's breasts, and I started to tickle her clitoris. Our unsynchronized, gentle touches on her breasts and clitoris were driving Joan crazy. Finally Karen and I got synchronized with each other and moved faster and faster. Joan let out a long, piercing scream even louder than she had the night before. Her body rippled with her orgasm from her crotch to her waist again and again. We both paused, then began again, sending her over the top once more. After three of these, Joan begged us to stop, saying even the feathers were causing her pain. Her large nipples were bright red and sticking straight up, and her areolae were swollen and covered with little bumps. Karen and I nodded and we left the room while Joan calmed down. After about ten minutes, we had worked out our plans, and we returned. Joan appeared to be sleeping. Her nipples and breasts were no longer red and erect. I leaned down and kissed her and she asked to be untied. I said that we still had more to do with her. She asked "What?" several times, but we ignored her. I then got onto the bed, and lifted Joan's hips off of the sheet. Karen slid a sheet of heavy plastic under her, and I lowered Joan again. Then I began to tug on the string in her vagina, and slowly pulled the tampon out. There was blood on it, but not as much as before. Karen disposed of it, and Joan finally figured out what was going to happen. She begged to be untied, saying that I couldn't screw her during her period. I didn't reply, and Joan kept begging to be untied. Karen came back, and we began again with the feathers. Joan responded faster than we thought she would, and in a matter of a couple of minutes she was on the brink of orgasm. We stopped. We brought her to the brink again. Again we stopped. After the third or fourth time, Joan was begging for us to finish her. I began to tickle the feather against her labia, and they promptly spread apart. I tickled her clitoris, again stopping just before she could get release. Joan was writhing and sweating and starting to curse us. I got between her legs, and put the tip of my penis against her pussy. Karen told her that all she had to do was beg to be fucked and I would send her over the top. "Never!" screamed Joan. And we began to tickle her some more. Finally I could stand it no more, and even though Joan was still not begging, I pushed myself into her. I used my new G-spot trick, and in fewer than ten strokes Joan climaxed and screamed like she was being killed. Karen kept tickling Joan's stiffly-erect nipples, and I kept pumping, and Joan screamed again and again. Her entire body was rippling on the bed, shaking us both. Finally I exploded into her and collapsed against her body. She was gasping for breath and making strange little moaning sounds. Karen removed her eye covers and untied her. Joan just kept squeezing her vagina on my penis, then releasing me as she moaned. My penis gradually deflated, and both girls watched me pull it out of Joan. It was covered with blood and slime, and there were some black blood clots stuck to my pubic hair. I wiped myself off with some tissue, and Joan asked for another tampon. She was surprised when I put it into her. Then Joan got out of bed, Karen cleaned up the blood on the plastic, and we all took another shower. Joan clung to me saying she had never felt so much intense pleasure. She thanked me for raping her, then she turned and shared a deep, passionate kiss with Karen! Joan insisted that she had to clean my penis and she wouldn't let Karen touch it. Karen winked at me and smiled! I rubbed Joan's abdomen, and again she said the cramps subsided. After we dried off, Karen and I again watched Joan change her tampon. The "new" one was already bloody but also had my cum on it. Her climaxes had apparently really caused things to flow. Joan allowed me to put another one into her and then kissed me. After she cleaned herself with a washcloth, she asked what was next on the agenda. I told her that Karen had lost a bet with me, and that we were now going to tie her up and blindfold her. Joan smiled wickedly and told me she had an idea. Karen looked worried, but she allowed us to blindfold her and tie her down on her bed. Then Joan and I went out of the room to discuss what we would do next. The feathers worked as well on Karen as they had on Joan. We tickled her to climax seven or eight times, and as Joan had done before, Karen begged us to stop. We let Karen rest, and Joan and I got things ready for the next event. I lifted Karen's hips, and Joan put a plastic sheet underneath. "I'm not having my period!" Karen exclaimed. We said nothing. Joan had a pair of scissors and she began to trim Karen's bush close to her skin. She could hear and feel what was going on, but she apparently didn't believe it. When Joan finished, I got a bucket of very warm water and began to wash Karen's (now) very short bush. When I squired some menthol and lime shaving soap onto my hand, Karen smelled it and caught on and begged us not to shave her. The cold soap on her pussy caused her to yell, and she jerked and pulled against the ropes. Joan told her to be still because we were going to shave her with a brand-new, very sharp razor. Joan and I took turns, gradually turning Karen's pussy into a smooth, clean expanse of sensitive skin. We rinsed her off and pulled the plastic out from under her. I had never seen anything like her naked snatch. Joan was fascinated too. Joan and I took turns licking and kissing her bald crotch while the other kissed and rubbed her breasts and nipples. Finally, with Joan's tongue wriggling around in Karen's slit and my mouth sucking hard on her right nipple, Karen had an explosive, loud orgasm. Joan and I switched places, and Karen yelled again. We switched back and forth several times. Finally Joan and I were tired, even if Karen wasn't, and we stopped. Karen's body was twitching and rippling, her mouth was open, and her breathing was short and raspy. But we weren't done. Joan and I went into the living room and hugged and kissed for a few minutes. Then when we felt enough time had elapsed, we went back in. Joan and I stared at Karen's bald, completely exposed genitals. Karen heard us and asked to be untied. Joan and I untied the ropes on Karen's arms, then surprised her by crossing them over and tying them again, leaving Karen on her back with her arms pulled across her breasts. We repeated the maneuver on the ropes on her legs, and Karen ended up spread-eagled on her face. We tickled her with the feathers for a few minutes, but she didn't climax. Then Joan got out some K-Y jelly, smeared it on her finger and all around Karen's asshole, then pushed her finger into Karen. Karen let out a yelp, and told us that it felt really strange. I greased my finger and both of us moved around inside of Karen. Her sphincter kept clenching down on our fingers, but Joan managed to push another finger in. Then I added a fourth one. Karen was complaining that it was starting to hurt her, so we removed our fingers and re-greased her asshole. Then I greased my penis and started pushing against her. That's when Karen realized what was coming. Again she begged us to stop, and again we ignored her. Joan told her that she had learned to enjoy anal sex with her last boyfriend, and asked Karen and me if we had ever done it. Both of us said we hadn't, and Joan announced that this was our chance to pop our cherries. Karen begged again to be let loose. Joan, having had experience with this sort of sex, whispered to me that it would be better to get Karen up on her hands and knees so that I would have the correct angle to get in. So we loosened Karen's ropes, and she scrambled up as far as we would let her. I climbed onto the bed behind Karen, took hold of her hips in the front, and began pushing my greased penis through her asshole. The head got in, and Karen screamed and clamped her sphincter down, trapping me inside her. Joan told Karen to relax, that the pain would stop, but the longer she fought the longer the pain would last. Karen just kept crying and sobbing. So Joan got a feather and began tickling all around Karen's anus (and of course tickling my penis in the bargain!) and Karen began to twitch and wiggle to get away from the touch of the feather. As she did so, I slowly slipped deeper and deeper into her. Finally I was all of the way in, and Joan stopped tickling Karen. I pulled out a couple of inches, Joan rubbed more K-Y jelly on my penis, and I pushed myself all of the way in again. Karen grunted but did not cry out. It was tight and warm, and Karen's clamping sphincter sent shudders of pleasure through me. I began to move in and out very slowly. Karen began to grunt "Unh! Unh! Unh!" as I fucked her, and she sounding exactly like she was trying to shit a large, firm turd. After a lot of pumping, I realized that Karen was pushing back against me when I pushed myself into her, so I let go of her hips, reached forward, and began to fondle her swinging breasts. Her nipples were already fully erect. Joan then reached one hand forward and put two or three fingers into Karen's vagina. With the other hand she cupped and caressed my balls. Joan and I synchronized our movements, and Karen began to moan and shudder each time I got all the way into her. Joan moved her fingers all around in Karen, occasionally rubbing my penis through the membranes separating her hand from me. Finally Karen had an incredible orgasm. She shrieked over and over until she ran out of air, and collapsed onto the bed. I was still part way inside her, and Joan's hand was caught beneath her. Joan kept rubbing and I kept pumping, and Karen had another orgasm. We waited for a few moments, then Joan told Karen to get back up onto her hands and knees. Virginities Lost Ch. 3 When Karen did so, I began to pump furiously into her asshole, and I suddenly exploded in a series of ejaculations, yelling loudly with each one. This caused Karen to have another orgasm, and she collapsed again, pulling me out of her ass. I lay on top of her and kissed her back. Joan untied her, and Karen rolled over. I hugged her and Joan pulled the pads off of Karen's eyes. They were covered with tears, but Karen opened her eyes, kissed me, and said "Wow!" Then she hugged me against her breasts. Joan crawled on the bed and cuddled with us. When we calmed down, we took another shower. This time Karen cleaned my penis, then kissed it. I was starting to get another erection, and asked if either girl wanted to fuck again. They both quickly declined, then hugged me. We went out onto the balcony, spread the chair cushions all over the floor, and cuddled, kissed, caressed, and rubbed each other. Karen and I had experienced anal sex for the first time, Karen had been kissed to climax by another woman for the first time, Joan had experienced sex during her period for the first time, Karen had learned to climax using the missionary position, both of them had been tickled to orgasm for the first time, and Karen had a freshly shaved snatch. At one point as we lay there, I was kissing Karen's bald pussy, Karen was kissing Joan's breasts, and Joan was sucking on my penis. What an evening! Finally I told them I had to go, so I got dressed and they (still naked) hugged and kissed me goodbye. They promised to try to fix things between Carol and me, but they said that I was more than welcome to come back anytime, even if Carol couldn't be persuaded to give me another try. When Joan jokingly said that Carol might like to join in our fun, we all laughed. We agreed again to never tell Carol what we had been doing the last two nights. I gave each set of breasts a final kiss, and headed home, completely sated. As I left, they were kissing passionately in each others arms. To Be Continued... Virginities Lost Ch. 4 Pt. IV: Reunion Carol and I had simultaneously lost our virginity three weeks before, and we had re-discovered the missionary position three separate times. I had also masturbated her to orgasm a couple of times, something she admitted she had never done for herself. As soon as I got off work the next day I called her, and got some really bad news. Joan and Karen, her apartment mates, had discovered that Carol and I had made love. Carol was embarrassed that anyone else knew, but to make matters worse, she had gotten a really painful bladder infection from all of the genital contact, and the male doctor at the health center had talked to her about "becoming sexually active" and she was truly mortified. Carol felt that all of her embarrassment was punishment for having extra-marital sex, and she wouldn't talk to me any more. She told me to stay away from her. Three weeks later with Carol out-of-town visiting her parents, Joan and Karen had asked me over so that, they said, they could help get Carol and me back together again. Instead they had arranged elaborate sex games, and I ended up fucking each of them more than once, getting blown, licking each of them off, and doing some other fun things. Most of it was new to me but obviously not to them. I was an ardent pupil, but I performed better than they thought I would. The following night (Saturday) we again had a night of intense sexual activity, and they taught me (and I taught them) some other new tricks. They promised to try to help get Carol and me back together. They were true to their word. Sunday evening I got a call from Carol, and she said she wanted to talk to me. The next day we met outside her summer school class, and went for a walk along a stream that ran through the campus. Finally we came to a deserted bench and sat down for a talk. Carol began to sob when she told me how much the bladder infection had hurt. I told her I was sorry, and that I certainly hadn't known that could happen. She said the doctor told her that she should urinate as soon as possible each time she had intercourse since every woman had such a short urethra. She blushed deeply, saying hearing this from a strange man really embarrassed her. She also started to cry when she talked about her apartment mates discovering she was no longer a virgin. She had been a "good girl" all her life, and she didn't want people thinking she was a slut who went around fucking guys. I told her that what we had done wasn't fucking, it was making love. "Remember how it felt when I rubbed the suntan lotion on your breasts?" I asked. Carol blushed, and said it had felt wonderful. "Remember your orgasms at the movie?" I added. Her blush deepened. "Remember how we held each other after our first time?" I inquired. Carol put her head on my chest. "Remember dancing nude in the apartment?" And Carol kissed me. "I remember everything," she said, "but my whole life I was taught that what we did was sinful, and I feel so guilty." I hugged her and thought about what I could say. We talked for another hour or so, and she said she felt a little better. Finally she agreed to go out on a date with me on Friday evening. I said I'd pick her up around 8 and we would decide then what we wanted to do. I walked her back to her apartment and kissed her goodbye outside the door. I wondered what I could do to persuade her that having sex wasn't as evil as she had been taught. That evening, when I had supper with my folks, I began to see a possibility. They reminded me that they were going to be leaving on Friday for their annual two-week, out-of-state vacation at an out-of-the way cabin, and that I was responsible for keeping the house safe. I promised, as I always did, that I wouldn't throw any parties while they were away. I didn't promise that I wouldn't try to get Carol into my bed! When I picked Carol up on Friday, Joan greeted me at the door and said Carol would be ready in a minute. She looked around, and when she saw Carol's door was still closed, gave me a wonderful hug. Her bra-less breasts under her T-shirt felt great! Karen was cooking something in the kitchen, and after glancing at Carol's door, pulled her shirt up and waggled her breasts at me! Joan pointed at the bulge in my pants and they both laughed. Just then Carol came out and asked what the joke was. I laughed and leaned over a chair to push my erection down into my pants, and Joan said that it was only funny if you were there. Carol looked puzzled, but came over to me and kissed me. I looked over her shoulder and both Joan and Karen had huge grins and were flashing their tits at me. I got out of there before the shit hit the fan. Carol said she wanted to go someplace where we could be alone to talk. (Talk about good fortune!) I told her that we could go to my home since my folks weren't there. She bit her lip and thought about it and said that would be OK as long as nobody saw her going there with me. We got into my car and I drove home. A couple of blocks away, I had her crouch down on the seat, hiding her from view. I stopped outside the single-car garage, got out and opened the door (since my parents didn't have a remote-controlled opener), drove the car in, then got out and closed the garage door from the outside. I unlocked the front door, went in and re-locked it, then went out onto the side screened porch. From there I went into the garage, and got Carol out of the car. Then I sneaked her through the porch into the house. It was dark enough that nobody could have seen her. Carol had been here before, but had never seen the entire house, so I showed her around. She got a little tense when I showed her my bedroom, but she relaxed again when we returned to the living room. I offered her something to drink, and she surprised me by asking me for something with alcohol in it. We mixed some rum and coke, and she liked the taste. I tuned off all of the lights except one small one. "This guarantees that nobody can see us." I said. Then we sat down on the sofa and talked for an hour or so. The bottom line was that she was afraid that I was only interested in her body since that is what she had been taught about men. I told her that her body certainly attracted me, but that I had been her friend for a long time and I didn't want to lose that just for a quick screw. She asked me if I loved her, and I truthfully told her I thought I was falling in love with her. I then added that the single worst lie a guy could say to a girl was to claim to be in love with her to get into her pants. "I want to make love to you," I said, "but I'm not going to trick you into it." Carol kissed me and said she thought she was falling in love with me too, and we cuddled for a few minutes. She asked if I had any music we could dance to, so I got up and put some soft music of my parents' on. Every song was a slow love song and we kicked off our sandals and danced and held each other close. We began kiss and finally we were just standing there kissing. I gently reached up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. I pulled it off of her and tossed it onto the couch. Carol then kissed me, unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it off, and tossed it on top of her blouse. We danced and kissed some more. The next time we stopped dancing, I slowly removed her bra and she peeled my undershirt off. We danced topless as we had done four weeks earlier. Her nipples felt hot and sharp against my chest. We stopped and I removed her skirt, adding it to the pile on the sofa. She undid my belt, unzipped me, pulled my pants down and off, and threw them after the rest. My penis was pressing against her crotch through my underpants and her panties as we kissed and held each other. Several songs later I removed her panties and she removed my undershorts. We "danced" with my penis between her legs, pressing against her bush. I slowly moved my hands around to her breasts and began to massage her nipples. She rubbed her hips against my penis. Carol's breathing began to change. "I want to make love to you," she gasped into my ear. Carol wrapped her arms around my neck, and I reached around her and picked her up by the backs of her thighs. She cuddled against me as I carried her down the hall to my room. I pulled the (thankfully!) fresh sheets down, and gently lowered her to my bed. She unfastened her hairband, and her long, dark hair spread across my pillow. I stood over her and told her how beautiful she looked. She moved to the middle of the bed and motioned for me to join her. I lay down on my side facing her and kissed her. Very slowly I began to move my hands all over her body. I tried to make her entire skin one huge erogenous zone. My fingertips never pressed hard, but I touched her everywhere. Carol began to do the same to me. After a long, long time, I moved between her legs and leaned down to kiss her breasts. She took hold of my penis and pulled it against her vagina. She began to rub the shaft of my penis as I sucked her breasts. As slowly as I possibly could I started to enter her. It must have taken a couple of minutes, but I finally was completely in. Along the way I had taken the time to rub the head of my penis up and down her G-spot, and she had almost climaxed. We did everything in slow motion. I began to move my penis in and out of her with agonizing slowness. Carol moved her hips against me as I moved forward. Her nipples were staying erect without any direct contact with my hands, and our breathing was getting faster. Her skin felt hot against my body and hands. I felt her orgasm beginning to build, and I reached down and captured her clitoris between two fingers. She immediately began to thrust her hips against me, her abdomen began to quiver, and she screamed over and over. As her climax died, I pulled out of her until my penis was again touching her G-spot, and moved my penis against it. Her climax this time was even more intense. I alternated between her clitoris and her G-spot as long as I could, but my own climax overcame me, and I screamed with her as I ejaculated over and over into her. I finally collapsed on top of her, unable to catch my breath. Carol was breathing hard too, and I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. I managed to prop myself up on my elbows, taking my weight from her chest. I was so weak I was shaking. Carol got up, said she had to go to the bathroom, and left the room. I heard the toilet flush and water running as she got a long drink. She returned and crawled back under me. She pulled the covers over us and we fell asleep in each others arms. I woke up about 2 am. Carol felt my motion and hugged me. My penis immediately got hard, pressing into her pussy. "Can we do it again?" she asked. I suggest that she might like to try being on top. She looked puzzled in the faint light in the room and she asked me how we would do that. I rolled her on top of me, and told her to straddle me. My penis was sticking straight up against her abdomen. I told her to sit over me, aim my penis into her vagina, then sit down on me. She leaned down and kissed me, then got into the correct position. She smiled and began to play with my penis, moving it all around her pussy, saying she couldn't find the hole. Then she laughed and lowered herself slowly down onto me. I told her that she could move around on me, causing my penis to press against the front of her vagina or causing her clitoris to rub against my pubic bone. She tried a few movements, and quickly found what gave her the most pleasure. "How did you learn this stuff?" she asked. "Sex education classes! You wouldn't believe the labs!" I answered and she laughed. As she did so her vagina clamped down on my penis and I moaned. "Oh, do you like that?" she teased, and she did it again. "Oh wow" was all I answered. So Carol began to pump, squeeze, wiggle, twist, and bounce herself on my penis. She was in no hurry, and neither was I. I reached up and began to caress her breasts, and she threw her head back and began to moan with each movement. Her first orgasms came so suddenly it surprised her, and she had just breathed out and couldn't scream. But she had climax after climax, and the rest were extremely vocal. I was pumping up and down with her, and as I ejaculated into her she clamped down on my penis and yelled so loud it hurt my ears. Then she collapsed on me, still clamping on my penis, and we fell asleep again. She awoke in a few minutes, and ran to the bathroom again. She returned with more water dripping off her chin, climbed back on top of me, and said, "No way I'm getting another bladder infection from making love to you!" It was after four when we woke up again. We kissed, and decided I needed to get her back to her apartment before Joan and Karen woke up. We shared a long, erotic shower, then got dressed. Carol slipped out the porch door and into the garage. I locked up and went out the front door, opened the garage door, pulled the car out with Carol crouched down on the seat, and closed the door again. Then I backed up and headed for Carol's apartment. She sat up and held my penis through my pants as I drove. At her apartment I held her and started to say good night. But she pulled me in and whispered, "I want to make love to you in my bed, too!" So we quietly slipped into her bedroom, got undressed, and climbed into bed. I got on top and began we began to get excited again. After only a few minutes Carol was completely ready, and I put my penis inside her just far enough to rub it against her G-spot. After a couple of minutes of this, Carol was making huffing sounds like an engine with too rich a fuel mixture. I began to alternate the G-spot-penis stimulation and deep thrusts with twisting pressure against her clitoris at the bottom. Carol got louder and louder. Her movements and sounds were too much for me to handle, and I started to cum. We both made a lot of noise as we shared yet another incredible climax. "Oh God! I hope we didn't wake Joan and Karen!" Carol whispered as we hugged. Before I could say anything the overhead light came on, blinding us, and when I tried to push myself up I felt Karen's large breasts against my back as she pushed me back down. Karen was leaning over one side of the bed against me, and Joan was leaning over the other holding Carol. Both women were completely naked. Karen told me slide my legs forward under Carol so I could sit up. As I did so I came partially out of her then slipped back in with a wet slurping sound. Joan and Karen made appropriate comments. Carol closed her eyes and tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but Joan and Karen pulled Carol's arms down and held them against the bed. There we were, me sitting with my legs straight ahead along Carol's sides, she sitting on me, my penis almost completely inside her, Karen's breasts rubbing my right arm, and Joan's breasts rubbing the left. My penis got completely stiff again and I felt Carol react as it lengthened in her. Joan sniffed and said, "If the noise hadn't wakened us the smell would have!" She pushed her hand under Carol's hips and announced, "This has got to be the world's biggest wet spot!" Karen slid her hand into our matted pubic hair and wrapped one of her fingers around the shaft of my penis, saying "He's still hard! I don't think they're done yet! We'll never get any sleep around here!" Karen pulled her hand from between us and wiped her fingers on my chest, leaving shiny wet marks. Carol was shocked into speechlessness. She blushed and kept looking from one naked woman to the other and then down the length of our naked bodies, still joined together with my penis. Then her eyes opened wide and she pointed at Karen's crotch and said, "What happened to your hair?" Karen laughed and said some friends had shaved it off for her. Carol looked really confused. "Some friends?" she asked. I was afraid they were going to tell Carol the whole story! Joan then told Carol that a shaved pussy was really great for oral sex. Carol really looked confused, then caught on and blushed again. "Haven't you sucked his dong yet?" Joan asked. "Has he sucked your clit until you passed out yet?" Karen demanded. Carol's blush got even darker. "You never have to worry about getting pregnant doing that!" Joan added. "He still has his baby-maker inside you! How long is it, anyway?" We all looked where she was pointing and Carol blushed even more as I wiggled in her and all of us saw her abdomen spasm, with her pussy clenching my penis. Joan got off the bed, got behind me, and told Carol to close her eyes for a surprise. Carol reluctantly did so, and I felt something cold come over my shoulder and against my chest as Joan leaned over me. "Pull out just a little!" she whispered in my ear. My movement caused Carol's mouth to open in a faint smile, and there was a sudden flash from Joan's Polaroid camera. Carol screamed in shame and tried to sit up, but Karen pushed her back down on the bed. Joan then took aim over Carol's shoulders and the camera flashed again. Tears began to flow out of Carol's eyes and she covered her eyes with her hands. Joan and Karen began to gently rub Carol's breasts, telling her everything was OK. After a couple of minutes Carol realized who was touching her, and she quickly sat up, sitting on me and holding me with my penis still mostly inside her. Joan showed us the pictures. The first was a view down my body and showed Carol completely naked, with my penis clearly inside her. The second showed me clearly, Carol's breasts in the foreground, and my penis disappearing into her pubic hair. Joan explained to Carol that she was giving us these pictures because they would always be special. Karen told Carol that most "first times" are not as wonderful as ours clearly was, and that no matter how our relationship developed, we could always have these pictures of our first lovers. Joan gave me the one showing Carol clearly, and Carol got the one showing me. Then Joan and Karen kissed us both, saying there were jealous that we had such a good thing going for us. Karen then asked, "Don't you think it's about time you pulled out of her so that we can get some sleep around here? Besides, I want to see your prick!" Joan laughed. Carol looked shocked out of her mind, looked down at my penis still inside her, and blushed deeply, again. They laughed and left the room, I slowly pulled out of Carol, and we cleaned up as best we could. She said that having them actually see me inside her was even worse than having them know we were having sex. I cuddled her and managed to convince her that we would be able to live with the humiliation and that we had nothing to be ashamed of. We kissed, then broke apart to get dressed, but where were our clothes? Then we heard Joan calling, "Here they are, lovebirds!" So we held each other and walked out into the living room as Karen and Joan whistled and made suggestive comments about my erection. They were standing there naked, holding my clothes. Carol's clothes were nowhere to be seen, and she just stood there completely dumfounded. Then Karen told Carol I had to kiss each of them to get my clothes back. Carol blushed, looked at me, and I said I would do it. (I could hardly wait but Carol didn't know that!) Joan tongue-kissed me first, then Karen crushed her breasts and rubbed her bare pussy against me and then they gave me my clothes. They both hooted and hollered as I struggled to get my erect penis into my pants. Carol said nothing the entire time. Karen and Joan dragged Carol and me to the apartment door. Karen and Joan held Carol between them and the three naked girls stood facing me. Three naked women, all very lovely, and I had fucked them all, unknown to Carol. My penis ached in my pants. Carol was blushing all the way to her waist, and was looking at her feet in her embarrassment. First Karen then Joan gave me naked, long, deep, passionate kisses. Then they pushed Carol into my arms and told us to kiss goodnight while they watched from across the room. Carol was trembling with shame, but as I held and kissed her she calmed down. Virginities Lost Ch. 4 Suddenly she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist and we really kissed. Carol got down and we said good night and kissed again. She had left a wet spot on the front of my shirt. "Come again anytime! Get it?" Karen called from across the room and Joan began to laugh. Carol blushed again and mouthed "I'm sorry!" then turned and ran to her room. Karen and Joan game me the thumbs-up sign, waggled their breasts and arched their hips at me, and I closed the door. I got home again just as dawn was breaking, and crawled into my sticky, wet bed for a short nap before going to work. It was two days before I managed to wash those sheets and when I did they were almost glued together. That night I again sneaked Carol into my parents' home and we made my bed up fresh. We made love for a couple of hours then spent the night in each others arms. Every night until my parents came back home, Carol and I slept together at my house and our sex was gentle, sweet, and private. But each time when I picked Carol up for a date, Karen and Joan would strip off their clothes and give us both naked good bye kisses at the door. Carol couldn't understand how her apartment mates could be so uninhibited in front of me, and I certainly didn't try to explain! The first two times after my parents got back and I brought Carol back to her apartment, Joan and Karen striped us both naked, shoved us into Carol's room, and told us that I couldn't have my clothes back until they heard us both climax. They even asked if they could watch, but Carol adamantly refused. After this happened twice, we found it was easier to walk in, strip off our clothes in front of them, and head into the bedroom as they yelled encouragement, much to Carol's embarrassment. They cheered each time we cried out in our pleasure. In spite of our passion and growing love, it cheapened our time together, but it was the only way we could make love so Carol went along with it Because my parents expected me in "at a decent hour" I could never stay too late with Carol, and Joan and Karen would always wait up to give us their naked goodbyes. Since my clothes were always left in the living room, I had to dress in front of them as they made comments about how loud we had been and how small my penis was compared to earlier. The first time Carol had worn a robe out of her room, but her apartment mates had pulled it off her, so after that the three of them stood there naked and watched me get dressed. Needless to say, it made for an interesting summer. * POSTSCRIPT * My romance with Carol blossomed all summer in spite of Jane's and Karen's immodest behavior, and we explored a variety of sexual activities and positions including fantastic oral sex, but we never made it to anal activity. When the summer ended we went away to graduate schools in different states and our romance gradually waned. Our letters got shorter then stopped, and we no longer made weekly telephone calls. Perhaps our "love" was mostly physical attraction and lust after all. Each of us fell in love and married someone else. I never saw her again. But I still have that photo showing my penis in a softly-smiling Carol hidden safely away. I look at it every year or so and I smile with the memory. Carol was my first lover, and I'll never forget her. I wonder if she still has the picture of me and still thinks about that summer. That summer on a weekend when Carol again went home to visit her folks I also enjoyed two more nights of passion in a threesome with Joan and Karen. By summer's end they were more interested in sex with each other than with me, so that fizzled out, too. But I'll never forget the intensity of their sexual appetites. I learned a lot from them.