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Virginity Lost

By: nikkie



It was a hot summer morning, another one in a string of very hot days. The school was out and I should have been having the time of my life. However, as the faith would have it, Jackie was yet again grounded for being stupid and breaking her curfew, Hanna and Katie were on holidays with their parents and I was left here all alone. Alone and bored out of my wits. 

No doubt Hanna and Katie were to return in a week with incredible stories of wild flirting and necking with exotic, wild and handsome foreigners. In the worst-case scenario, the boys would embody all of the above. Hanna had had sex before with her boyfriend Keith, which seemed to have opened the door to a flood of sexual exploration to which every teenager is prone by nature. However, I always had a feeling that most of what she told us was going on between her and the boys in school were lies. Shy and always proper Hanna was hard to imagine as this wild love goddess, as she liked to portray herself. 

Katie was seriously considering giving her virginity to her now boyfriend Simon, but wasn't too sure if she was ready yet. She hadn't been sure for over a year, and unbeknownst to her or any of the other girls in our little group, Simon had cornered me in the bathroom at Katie's birthday party a few weeks ago, kissing me and thrusting his tongue down my throat, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them as if he tried to milk the life out of me. It felt good, and of course it was very naughty, but that is as far as it went. 

Days following this little escapade, I was mortified that Katie and Simon would have a fight, no doubt regarding her unwillingness to "go all the way", and Simon would have blurted out what had happened between us. But so far, so good. Katie never said anything, which I could not imagine she would have done if she even suspected something had happened between her boyfriend and me. Simon on the other hand, always seemed to be too busy to even acknowledge me any longer when I was around. That was fine with me. I did think Simon was kind of cute, but Katie was one of my best friends and I didn't want to lose her over something this trivial and stupid. 

Jackie on the other hand was a completely different story. I loved her as a sister, but even I had to admit that she was nothing more than a tart. I have seen her with my own eyes, leaning against the wall in the alley behind our house, Craig's hand thrust up her skirt, moving back and forth wildly, all the while kissing her as if she was the only source of oxygen on earth. According to her, he was only one of approximately twenty boys that she had slept with since losing her virginity a year ago. She claimed she had lost the count already. She was one of those girls, who were headed for early motherhood, washed out by the age of thirty, ending up with some loser because everybody else had had her in the bushes and didn't want her in their home. 

And that left me. Good old Sam, a virgin with no prospects of being rid of this most annoying stigma in sight. I had no boyfriend and wasn't about to open myself to just anybody's prying hands. And cocks, of course. 

So, here I was, sprawled on the lawn chair, sponging up the sun, working on my already perfect tan, feeling dizzy from the heat and too lazy to get up and get a drink, even though I was thirsty enough to drink straight out of the little pond at the bottom of the garden. My little sister was blessedly on holiday with my Dad's new family somewhere in Wales, and my mom worked mornings and evenings at the local pub. She would only come home in the afternoon to take a bath, a nap and if her toy-boy was around a quickie. And of course, to ignore me. 

I had to admit that for 40-year-old woman, my mum looked pretty good. She kept her figure and spent most of the money that she earned on clothes. She had a string of boyfriends since she divorced dad three years ago, most of them younger then her, which always embarrassed me in front of people. I could always see our neighbors nudging each other as she was walking out of the house proudly, on the hand of someone who could almost be her own son. My mum was just as bad as Jackie. 

This virginity business weighed heavily on my mind. The summer heat seemed to turn me on even more. Sometimes, I found myself sitting on the stairs that led to my mother's bedroom on the second floor, listening to sounds of lovemaking, her screams and cries, her boyfriends' grunts and dirty talking. Often, in bed at night, I would be reminiscing of what I had heard earlier in the day and my hand would slip down my knickers, rubbing wildly against the bud of my sexuality, but very disappointedly, I never seemed to have reached the ecstasy that Jackie was talking about. 

In my ripe, 19-year-old mind I had already given up hope on ever reaching this level of pleasure. Most of my friends have been way ahead of me here. I would stay a virgin forever. Everybody will know this and I will be a laughing stock of the school. My mother's active sexual life most certainly did not help my frustration. 

I heard the front door slam and I sighed deeply. It was too early for my mum to be back, which meant that her current boyfriend Neil must have stopped by during lunch hour. He was younger than my mum, in his late 20's, always creeping around the house at most unexpected times. He was a construction worker and his body was nice and strong, I had to admit that much. Otherwise, he was just an ordinary guy, with greasy black hair and dark, almost devilish eyes, giving me chills every time he looked at me. Of late, I noticed that he hung around me more and more, brushing against me when I stood in the kitchen making tea, or reaching over me to get something out of a cupboard. My mum never seemed to notice, though. She was oblivious to the world most of the time anyway, a consequence of constant drinking, I suppose. 

Knowing that Neil was in the house and will probably see me lying in the garden, I was torn between packing up and going to my room or staying out here. I decided I would stay where I was. I reached under the lawn chair and pulled out a bottle of sun oil, beginning to apply some more on my already glistening skin. Then, I closed my eyes and hoped that he would leave at any given moment. 

After a few minutes, the kitchen window, which was facing the garden opened up and through my half-closed eyes I saw Neil's head popping out. "Oy!" he shouted and the annoyance that had been simmering inside me since I heard him enter the house shot up to the boiling point. He could be such a lummox. I ignored him, pretending to nap. 

"Oy, Sam!" he wouldn't be swayed and I finally opened my eyes.

"What?" I asked rudely, hoping he wasn't coming out into the garden. 

"I made some lemonade, you must be hot." He said and despite my wish that he would just leave, the thought of a cool drink was very inviting. As if sensing my indecision, he dangled a tall glass of yellowy liquid out the window and I could hear the clinging noise made by ice cubes floating on top. 

"You want some?" he asked, looking at me intently. 

I was very aware of the skimpy little bikini that I was wearing. I never thought much of myself, but I was told before that I had inherited my mum's nice body. I didn't want him to look at me half naked anymore. 

"Yeah, alright," I said. "I'll be right up."

I stood up and bent down to pick up the huge gauze scarf that I used as a long skirt sometimes, and sometimes as a mini dress wrapped around my body. The thought of Neil looking at my bum while I was bending made me straighten up on a double. I wrapped the scarf around me, tying it in a knot just above my boobs. I turned around and looked up into the kitchen window and could see Neil still staring at me. 

I entered the back door and was temporarily blinded by the darkness of the house. The strength of the heat made me slightly woozy and I climbed the stairs to the first floor holding onto the wall with one hand and clutching the railing with the other. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, the wooziness went away and I was grateful for the coolness of the house. 

Neil was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching the news on TV. When he heard me, he turned around and patted the empty seat on the couch next to him. The glass of lemonade was sweating on the coffee table by the couch. 

I will never know what made me sit next to him, but I plopped down on the couch, letting my weight pull me down, letting out a deep sigh. I was very tired, the heat had exhausted me. Very prissily, I pulled the scarf over my legs, as if just remembering that I was half naked. 

Neil looked at my hands as I did this and smiled. He looked at me and for the first time I saw that his dark eyes were quite pretty. Not devilish at all. I smiled back and turned my attention to the TV.

After a few seconds, when he didn't look away from me, I giggled: "What are you staring at?" I asked, very aware of the dangerous waters that I was entering. 

"You're very pretty, you know?" he said. 

"You're disgusting!" I responded and the giggling sensation was gone. I didn't feel amused anymore. I felt something else. Oddly appealing, but also uncomfortable, I felt a stirring inside my stomach, reaching further down between my legs. I was getting turned on!

"No, I'm not!" he didn't protest really. It was just a statement. "You don't think I'm disgusting, you're just jealous."

"OF WHAT?" Now, I was really bewildered. "Jealous of YOU?"

He nodded. "I know that you sit on the stairs sometimes, listening to your mum and me."

He caught me completely off guard. I blushed and my eyes must have been the size of teacup saucers. 

"I do not!" my voice was unnaturally high-pitched. 

"Yes, you do." He said and his hand brushed his thigh as if flicking off invisible crumbs. "I heard you. More than once." 

This was the biggest embarrassment of my entire life. At this point, I understood the saying of hoping to be swallowed by the earth. 

His hand left his thigh and reached over to me. Ever so gently, he pinched the corner of my scarf and let it fall off my leg, clearly exposing my oiled, tanned thigh and a part of my tiny red bikini. 

I should have jumped up. I should have hit him and screamed. But, I didn't. I giggled instead and kept my eyes on his hand that was now smearing the suntan oil deeper into my skin. I couldn't bear to look at his face. "What are you doing?" I asked and this time my voice came out hoarse. 

"This is what you want, isn't it?" he asked, squeezing my thigh lightly. 

I shook my head no, but still didn't move. 

His hand traveled all the way to my knees, circled around it and came back up the thigh, touching my bikini. "Are you sure?" he asked and I shook my head again. 

He bent over and lightly kissed me on the lips At the same time his finger slipped under the elastic of my bikini and expertly found its way between my legs. It landed on my little bud, which was so familiar to my fingers. The feel of someone else's fingers on it was quite different, however. I gasped, my mind racing between the sensation of his tongue rubbing against mine and his finger rubbing my clitty. 

I spread my legs a little and kissed him back hungrily. His kiss intensified and now his entire hand slipped inside my bikini and covered my pussy. 

Suddenly, a sobering taught of my mother blasted my mind and I tried to jump up. "We can't do this," I said, breathing shallowly. 

"Just a little bit," he said, his body keeping me from getting off the couch. I gave in to his kiss again and his hand pressed against my crotch, pushing down on my clitty, sending a shot of pleasure inside my tummy. He massaged between my legs for a few moments and then all of a sudden pulled his lips off mine, his hand out of my bikini and slid onto the floor, kneeling in front of me. 

Gently, he reached for my bikini bottom and started pulling it off. I tried to protest but he just leaned over me again, kissing me deeply, while his strong hands continued to pull off the little piece of garment. When he slipped it off my arse, he straightened into a kneeling position again, pulled the bikini all the way down my thighs, over the knees and off my ankles; all the while he was looking into my eyes. This time, I looked back. Small grin on his face seemed to fire me up even more and I could feel the wetness between my legs. 

Now, he grabbed under my knees and pulled me towards him, so that my upper body was lying flat on the couch seat, my head uncomfortably leaning against the propped up cushion, my arse half-off the couch altogether. He spread my legs and pushed his face between them. 

I could feel his fingers prying between pussy lips, opening them and then, I felt the heavenly feeling of a tongue rubbing against my clitty. The feeling of pleasure so foreign and yet so familiar. I moaned and for a moment taught of my mum again, but Neil's tongue pressed against my clitty and those thoughts evaporated. He licked around the bud and pressed with tongue over it, pushing it down and every time he pushed, my legs twitched uncontrollably. 

I heard the unmistakable sound of pants being unzipped and was well aware that this is the last moment when I could still save myself from the catastrophe that I was about to plunge into. His lips enveloped my clitty and he started sucking, gently at first and then harder, my legs twitching even more. I forgot about having to stop him, I enjoyed his tongue and lifted my legs, placing my feet onto his shoulders, completely spreading myself into his face. 

His sucking intensified and my hands reached under my bikini top, squeezing my own rock hard nipples. All of a sudden, I felt a finger enter a place that has never been entered before and the pain made me jump. He sucked a little harder and pushed the finger deeper. I was ready to scream and cry. Then, he pulled the finger out, encircled my thighs with his strong arms and started sucking so hard, that I thought I was just about to loose my mind. Ripples of pleasure were shooting from my clitty to my tummy, over my breasts all the way up my neck, blinding me with the new sensation. 

All of a sudden, I felt a huge wave of tingling literally explode inside my little bud, I squeezed the muscles inside my pussy and the wave swept over my entire body, just like the smaller waves have before, but this one has made me moan very loudly, almost scream. I squeezed my eyes shut and could see the flickering dots dancing in front of me. My body shook and trembled, while Neil continued to suck my clitty. 

Finally, he pulled his lips off my clitty, his face split in two by his smile. He leaned away from me and I could see his cock, big and hard, pointing between my legs. I was still dazed from the pleasure that I had just endured and couldn't protest, no matter how much I wanted to. 

Neil pushed my ankles over his shoulders so that my knees took their place and positioned his cock on my pussy. 

"No, no..." I tried to tell him hurriedly, but he leaned forward and thrust his tongue inside my mouth again. For the first time in my life, I tasted the juices of my pussy. Tarty and yet very sweet. 

"I'll be quick," he said apologetically and smiled. "You've got me all crazed." 

I opened my mouth to protest again, but my mouth remained open in a silent scream as his big cock invaded my virgin pussy. He pushed inside and I felt as if something huge has just ripped me in two. He pushed again and again, and I could literally feel him breaking my hymen. The burning and searing pain left me speechless, I couldn't even scream. Then he finally broke through and buried his entire cock inside me. 

"So, tight," he gasped and grabbed my ass, while starting to pump in and out. Later on, as I was having sex with boyfriends, I learned that the way he fucked me, usually came at the end, hard and furious pounding on the verge of orgasm. 

I hurt immensely, doubled over, pushing my hands against his chest as if to soften the blows with which he was assaulting my pussy. The previous pleasure of orgasm has completely diminished and all I could feel was his big cock ripping me up. 

Blessedly, it took him good ten or fifteen thrusts and then groaned, pushed deeper inside of me and slumped down on my body. I lay there for a minute, tears welling up in my eyes. 

It has taken bare seconds to destroy my romantic dream of losing virginity in the glow of candlelight, in soft bed, with someone that I loved, and more importantly, with someone who loved me.

Finally, he lifted his body off mine, leaned back and I felt his cock slipping out of my aching pussy. He smiled and ran his hand through his hair. "I always knew you were a wild one," he said still grinning stupidly. If I felt turned on before, now, I felt utterly stupid, lying in front of him with my legs open wide, my neck killing me from the uncomfortable position of my head, still tasting my pussy on my lips. 

He looked down and I saw his face cringe. "Oh, Sam!" he half-yelled. "You should have told me you're on!"

I reached between my legs, brushing the palm of my hand against the wetness. As I brought it back up I could see traces of blood. 

I shook my head. "I'm not on."

"No," he said, still refusing to understand. "You should have told me you've got your period."

"I don't have my period, you wanker!" I screamed, for the first time letting my lungs push out the air that has been building up since the pain ripped through my body. 

He looked at me for a moment, not quite understanding. Then, his eyes grew wider, looking as if they were ready to pop out of his bewildered face.

"Oh my God, Sam!"

I nodded. "I tried to tell you," I cried, tears finally slipping down my face. "I tried to tell you," I whispered, covering my face with my hands. 

"Oh, Sam," he whispered back. "I'm so sorry, Sam!" he tried to hug me, and I finally found enough strength to push him off, push myself off the couch and head for the bathroom. I had to pause for a moment, as the pain in my tummy was burning. 

"Sam!" he yelled.

"Neil, please, just go away." I said calmly. "Please!" 

I walked up the stairs and entered the bathroom. I peeled off the remainder of my clothes and entered the shower. I have calmed down somewhat by now, letting the water run over my body, washing away the evil deed. I heard the front door slam and I knew Neil had finally left. 

Minutes later, as I was getting dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. My insides were still hurting, but, I have finally achieved what I had been yearning for. Virgin no more! You wicked, wicked thing. 

Neil never came round again. He met my mum at the pub that night, from what I gathered he picked up a fight with her and they broke up there and then. She was very upset at first, not understanding what had caused him to fly off the handle for no apparent reason. But, my mum, the survivor, had another young stud pounding her within a month. However, I never sat on the stairs listening again.

Virginity Lost Ch. 1



My first year of College was more an educational experience than I thought it would be. I was like the turtle who first comes out of its shell. This was the year I lost my virginity and discovered my true sexual nature.

Life before this year was very smooth and predictable. I attended High School in an all girls public format but we shared certain functions with an affiliated High School which had just turned co-ed two years before. This meant that although there were a few girls attending the other school, we were by far the choice of the boys. I attended dances and hockey games with my girlfriends, and even dated periodically but there was never a real “Love” relationship and I never went past “second base” with a boy. I preferred reading and writing poetry to nights spent at the malls. I volunteered for school plays but preferred stage crew to being on stage. 

College was different. I applied to the local campus, thinking I could always try another school further away if I wanted to later. Still, it was a new world. I made friends quickly with people from all over the province. We studied together and there were weekly parties at some club or apartment. I had my car paid for by summer jobs, so I was very mobile and constantly in demand. It placed me in a sort of limelight I wasn’t accustomed to. 

Also, the groups talked about anything; no subject was taboo. Although I didn’t have much to add, I listened intently to others experiences. There were certainly things I would never have done but talk about sex and relationships intrigued me. On nights when my new girlfriends and I would meet to study at someone’s apartment, the talk would sometimes quickly flow from classes to boys. I was fascinated by stories of orgasms, oral sex, and horny pussies. 

It was only the third month of classes when I lost my virginity. I accepted a date with an engineering student who joined our group in the College lounge once in a while. We went to the movies and stopped for pizza. He suggested we take it back to his apartment where we could listen to music. I agreed. He poured wine, put some music on, and we ate our pizza while talking about classes. 

He was very handsome, in a boyish kind of way. I’ve seen him play ball hockey in the gym and I knew he had great legs. The pizza was finished and we cleaned up the mess. He changed music and sat down close to me. I was beginning to tremble. He thanked me for a wonderful night and so sweetly asked if he could kiss me. I remember blushing madly but leaned forward none the less. Our lips met and somewhere deep inside I knew that if he asked, I was going to say yes. 

I jumped a little when he laid his hand on my knee and his other hand brushed across my neck and his fingers tangled themselves in my shoulder length hair. I put one hand up against his chest and felt the soft trembling of his muscles. Our heads twisted slowly as we kissed each others lips. I think I was making a small circling motion on his chest while I laid my left hand on his leg. I noticed he jumped a little bit at the touch too. His left hand was riding slowly up and down on my leg, sometimes rolling briefly over to the inside of my thighs. My own hand was traveling further up his jeans, even dragged my nails along the fabric. 

He pulled back and looked into my eyes for a few moments. My breath was coming quickly from the excitement. “Would you”, he paused, “like to get more comfortable?”, he asked. I whispered “Yes”.

He took my hand as he rose off the couch. I didn’t know if my knees would hold me but I followed his lead and we walked hand and hand into his bedroom. We stood at the side of the single bed and kissed deeply. I had to rise up only a little. Our arms circled each other and gently pressed against each other. He tilted my head to one side and brushed my hair away from my neck where he planted soft kisses. He bent his knees as he kissed lower and I let one knee press between my legs. His hands ran up and down my spine and circled round to my hips. His thumbs slipped into my waistband and ran smoothly around to the small of my back. My hands rested on his shoulder blades and pressed him against me. 

He began to tug my blouse out of my slacks which encouraged me to do the same for him. We stepped back and, while looking into each others eyes, began to unbutton each other’s shirts. When our shirts were undone, I stare at his exposed chest and ran my hands over his muscles and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He let it fall off his arms and then reached out to do the same for me. I watched how his eyes followed his hands from the rise of my bra, across my shoulders and down my arm. I circled my arms around his waist and pressed hard against him. I felt his rising bulge against my navel. I kissed his neck and shoulder while he reached around and played with the clasps of my bra. He released the hooks and drew his hands up to my shoulders where he eased the straps off. I stepped back and the bra fell to the floor. My small nipples were flushed and rising. 

He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, harder than before. His hands were on my arms, his kisses lifted my chin. His knees bent and he was kissing across my throat. His hands slid across from my arms, to lift my breasts up to his kisses. His breath on my left nipple made it rise even further to greet him. He kissed the nipple softly and spread his lips over it. Gently he suckled it, while his left thumb encircled my right nipple and he squeezed both firmly. I threw my head back and moaned. My fingers played in his short hair and across his shoulders.

He drew his attention to the now aching right breast where he flicked his tongue over the erect nipple. He swallowed this one more deeply and ran his tongue around the nipple while in his mouth. He released my breasts and his fingers traced a path down my firm stomach and he hooked his fingers into my waist band. His kisses followed the path of his fingers, stopping only to flick his tongue into my navel. I registered his momentary surprise when he found no opening in the front of my slacks, but he followed my waist band around to the back. By now he was down on one knee. He undid the clasp in the back and lowered the zipper. The touch of his fingers on the fabric of my now exposed panties from the back sent a shiver through me. Still kissing my smooth belly, he lowered my pants past my knee, where one by one, I stepped out of the legs. His hands ran up the sides of my legs, his thumbs trailing across the inside of my thighs. His kisses went lower to the waistband of my white cotton panties. I was suddenly aware how warm I was between my legs and imagined he could smell the musk of my natural perfume. 

He ran his hands back over my ass and he kissed hard against my panties. His fingers hooked into the waistband on the sides and he slowly lowered them over my hips and tight ass. My pubic hair appeared over the rim of the panties and I parted my legs to allow them to slide down my legs. Once more I lifted one leg, then the other so that he could remove my cottons. I was aware of his breath against my crotch and I itched to feel his kisses. 

There was no light on in the bedroom but the lamps from the livingroom played a soft glow across his shoulders and back as he lowered his other knee and leaned into my pussy. His hands ran to the backs of my legs and then up to massage my ass cheeks. He planted kisses after kisses on pussy and along the hair line to either side. I instinctively parted my legs a little more and his left hand came back around to the front. He drew his fingers through the curls and down between my legs. He felt my moistening lips and gently pressed them between his fingers. I felt his fingers part them and he ran one finger from head to ass. On the way back, he pressed harder against the opening and I felt his finger begin to slide in. But he didn’t press deeper; he had other plans.

He slowly stood up, kissing all the way. I was shaking from the effect he had on me. His hands on my shoulders, he looked deep into my eyes and gave me a quirky smile. He guided me around and eased me onto the bed in a sitting position. I don’t know if he planned to go further but I took the moment to lean forward and kiss his taught belly. There was a trace of hair curling up from his waistband. My fingernails traced a path from his hips, across his belly, till I had the button of his jeans in my hands. I deftly pushed the button through its hole and lowered the zipper. His bulge was pushing against the denim. I pushed his jeans over his hips and was careful to pull the fabric out and over the front. The motion of him stepping out of the jeans, pressed my face against his belly and I kissed it and over to one side of his hip. He had a little trouble with his socks but I leaned to one side with my face against the outside of his thigh and helped him roll the socks off. With that done, I returned my attention to the front. 

Freed from at least the jeans, his cock was pushing against the front of his semi-boxers. He wore the kind that snugly fit his thighs, while leaving the crotch with more room. I pressed my mouth against the fabric and breathed out deeply on the shaft. The attention did not go unnoticed as his cock jumped and he sucked his breath in. I gently pulled the shorts off his hips. The waistband kept his cock from revealing itself until, in one swift motion, I pulled them down to his knees. The proud head jumped at its new freedom and kissed me on the cheek. We took a moment to untangle his legs from the shorts and then I set my sights on his throbbing cock. He was circumcised and the wide head was already a soft purple colour from the blood swelling inside.

I kissed it softly on the end. My fingers brushed his pubic hair away from the base and I encircled the base with one hand while slowly caressing the underside of his balls with the other. My tongue flicked out and stroked under the crown. It jumped happily at the attention. I used my hand to swing the cock up so that I could lick the length of its underside. I started from the base and once I reached the head, I parted my lips a little and pushed it against my mouth. My left hand cupped his tight balls and gently rolled them. I parted my lips and moved the cock to one side so that I could run my lips down the length to the base where I licked and curled my tongue under and over. His shaft pushed against my cheek; I swear I felt its head caressing my ear. I ran my tongue back along the side till I came to the head. I parted my lips further, and I guided his cock into my mouth. Its swelled head pushed past my teeth, where I rested for a moment, licking around and around. I eased it out and then guided it back in; deeper this time. My hand increased pressure a little. My lips had yet to meet my fingers, so I knew I was dealing with a good size piece of meat. One of his hands were curled into my sandy hair, while the other stroked my shoulder. I drew my head back again but did not let the head escape my lips. I intended to meet my fingers this time, so I swallowed and moved his shaft deeper. I heard him draw a breath as my lips finally touched my hand surrounding his cock. I abandoned his testicles in order to curl my fingers through his pubic hair. I drew back and pushed him faster into my mouth. I was really getting off on the effect my mouth was having on him. My crotch was tingling and getting very wet. I didn’t want to play with myself down there but I knew I needed his attention soon. 

I swallowed his cock a few more times, faster with each stroke. He applied a little pressure on my shoulder and I released my hold. I straightened up and he leaned down to kiss me fully on the lips. His tongue darted quickly out to see if I was receptive. I was. With my hands on his hips, I pushed my own tongue past his lips and tried to catch his own. His left hand dropped from my shoulder and kneaded my breast gently. I took my own hand and pressed his harder against my breast. With this, he pressed his mouth harder against mine.

We parted. I laid back on the bed, lifting one knee into the air. His eyes flowed from head to toe as he took in my small breasts, flat stomach, and neat pussy. I shuffled over a little to along him to get on the bed too. We kissed. He ran a hand across my belly and over my crotch, along my thigh and back again till he cupped my right breast. He lower his head and flicked his tongue over my nipple once again. They almost hurt from the excitement I felt. He drew the nipple into his mouth, and rolled his tongue around it. He squeezed my breast, filling his mouth even more. He let go and moved his mouth across my belly. I thought he would lower his body down the bed but instead he twisted his torso around till his legs were beside my head, and his smooth ass was revealed by the low light from the other room. 

His kisses reached the top of my pubic hair. His hand slowly parted my thighs. His head lowered further till his mouth was over my cunt. His tongue reached out and opened my moist wings. His fingers caressed the inside of my thighs. His moist tongue ran up and then quickly down the length of my cunt. He pressed my wings wider on his way back. He spread the skin away from clit which sent shivers up my spine and made my nipples jump erect. He rolled his tongue around the rising bud but left it alone for a moment to suckle my wings. I felt his tongue roll the skin around inside his mouth, outside and in. He spread them once more and his tongue began to probe deeper. I’m sure I felt his chin press against my clit as he pushed his tongue into my wet hole. His fingers played along the hair line and I instinctively raised my knees up. His hands curled forward and squeezed my exposed ass cheeks. I couldn’t help myself when I raised my cheeks off the bed a little.

Neither could I keep my hands off his upturned ass. With my right hand, I was massaging my breast, while with the other I reached out and ran my fingers over his cheeks, across the small of his back and down the back of his legs. His legs parted and I reached between them to caress his balls. All the while, he’s licking and probing my cunt with his tongue. I notice he has one set of fingers spreading my wings wider and teasing my hot hole around its rim. He switches his tongue’s attention to my aching clit and he begins to lap it like a dog would water. I tremble at its rough touch. His finger begins to enter my pussy and I thrust my hips up gently, letting him know I want him.

My own hand reaches further and I grasp his dangling cock and I wrap my fingers around it. Even while I am experiencing waves of pleasure in my cunt, I think about the size of his penis and worry about how I’m going to get it into me. My index finger barely touches my thumb and I know it must be 7 - 8 inches long. Funny how the mind works at times like this but I was also thinking I now had a story to share with the girls. Just then I felt the climbing dizziness I associate with a coming climax that I usually inflicted on myself. I’m sure we were exchanging cooing sounds and murmurs of satisfaction but now my whole body quivered and I let out a loud moan. I squeezed his cock hard as the wave hit me and rolled across my stomach to my erect nipples, one of which I pinched in my excitement.

I felt his body turning and so I released him. He kissed his way up my stomach and under my breasts. He slowly swung himself between my legs as he continued to slide up my body. He took one nipple in his mouth and nibbled it mischievously. I felt his hips slide up my thighs and I felt the head of his erection begin to press against me. He lifted himself up and instead of entering, he pressed the length of his cock from anus to clit. He leaned over me and kissed my lips. I ran my hands the length of his sides and onto his ass cheeks. He whispered “ Do we need protection?”

“Please.” I said. “But...”

“But? What’s wrong”, he looked worried.

“I need you to know something. This is... my first time.” I smiled at him, a little embarrassed, a lot nervous.

“First?” he paused, looking puzzled. “Do you really want to do this?”

That was it. I knew he was the one. I bet he would have stopped right there if I asked. “Yes. But let’s go slow. Do you have.. you know?”

He kissed me deeply and then quickly moved off me. As he approached the dresser, I had a fabulous view of his naked body and I couldn't help to touch myself where his tongue had once probed. He turned towards me with a small package in his hand. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and asked if I could put it on for him. Let’s see if those lessons in Sex-Ed really work. He shyly handed me the pack; it was some sort of denim looking packaging and I tore one corner open like a ketchup pack. I pulled the condom out and turned my attention to his cock that was pointing directly at me. I leaned out and kissed it gently on the head. I placed the condom on its top and squeezed the receptacle end. I slowly rolled it out over his cock. It twitched and jumped as I went down its length. Again, I worried that maybe this was going to hurt too much but there was no turning back.

Job done, I swung back on the bed and reached out to him. He smiled and lowered himself between my legs. He raised himself on one arm and reached down between us with the other. He played with my moist pussy lips for a moment and then appeared to wrap his hand around his own shaft. I tore my eyes away from his face and looked down between our bodies glistening with a sweet sheen. I could see he was guiding his cock towards me and I felt its head begin to push against my cunt. He moved it gently up and down, looking for the right spot. He stopped. Slowly he leaned forward and I felt the swollen head spread me apart. He was looking into my eyes, looking for some hint to proceed or not. I gave that hint by rising off the bed and kissing him hungrily. I laid back and rubbed one hand across his chest. He increased his advance into me, sliding slowly deeper and deeper. He eased back, and lowered slowly. Eased back and then a little deeper. I was amazed at the depth of feeling I had inside me. I could almost see his cock pushing against the walls. Once more he drew back, and then down. This time he let go of the base of his cock and brought his arm up to lean directly over me. He leaned down and kissed me. He eased his hips lower. There was increasing resistance inside me. He rose and down again, not any deeper but a little faster. I knew I was coating his shaft with my juices which seemed to be flowing more freely. On his next downward motion, he stopped and began to apply more pressure. My breath was quickening; I wrapped my arms across his shoulders and tried to push up with my hips. 

I felt a sudden sharp pain, a needle prick inside me and then he was deeper. I leaned forward and bit his shoulder, whimpering but pulling him closer. He didn’t back out, he lowered his hips against mine until I felt our pubic hair tangle. He bent his elbows and brought his chest down against mine. We kissed, sharing saliva, and wrestling each other’s tongues. I felt his hips shake back and forth a little, the sensation of his cock moving side to side was explosive.

“Make love to me, please.” I whispered. We kissed deeply. He raised himself back up on his arms and brought his hips up a little. His hips came down against me again. He raised himself higher this time. I shivered at the touch of his cock riding back out against the ribs of my cunt. He thrust down a little faster than before which I responded to with a soft cooing sound. He repeated the action till he was leaving only the head in my wet pussy and then sliding down quickly, grinding against my swollen clit as our flesh met. I was taking him all in and although there was some pain, the pleasure it was giving over powered it. At his last thrust I rose up and pressed my tongue between his teeth and reached for his ass to press him hard against me.




Virginity Lost Ch. 1



“Do you want to be on top?” he asked, his breath hinting at the same excitement I felt.

“Yes”. I couldn’t believe what was happening. This was a dream for me. We clung close together and rolled in unison. I placed my hands against his chest and raised myself up while bringing my knees forward. I closed my eyes from the sensation of his shaft sliding deeper into my hole. His hands folded around both my breasts and teased the tits with his thumbs. I began to rise up and down, a little bit further each time. The sensation of his cock sliding even deeper was too much at one point and I had to rest with my ass cheeks on his legs. He whispered “Rock back and forth a little”. He took a hold of my hips and pulled them forward and then pushed me back. He left it for me to take over and his hands stroked my legs and across my belly. I swung my hips forward and then back onto his cock. 

“Oh”, I said. The new movement was pushing his hard shaft against my trembling walls at a different angle and I could feel his balls pushing against the crack of my ass. I rocked some more and he started to thrust up when I rocked back. I was feeling something come over me; I reached out and put my hands on his chest for support. My hair fell forward as I lifted myself up and forward. I brought myself down hard this time, driving him impossibly deeper. He moaned beneath me, thrusting himself deeper. He cupped by breasts and squeezed his approval. Again I rose forward, again I came crashing down. 

“Oh, God” I whispered. “Come with me” he responded.

I rose again and again. My panting became louder. I shook from head to toe. My pace quickened. It hurt, it felt great, it hurt; I didn’t care. 

“Now. Hurry please”, he called out.

I impaled myself once more and ground my cunt around his cock. He thrust his hips off the bed and threw his head back while uttering a deep groan. His pleasure only heightened my own excitement and I came on his shaft like I’ve never came before. Wave after wave flooded through my system, and I trembled from head to toe. I could feel his penis pumping into its little dungeon.

I fell across his chest and he brushed my back and comb his fingers through my hair. From far away he heard him thank me and felt his distant kisses on my head. I was still awash with pleasure and trying to catch my breath. Slowly I became aware of his penis shrinking and retracting out of me. I remembered something from those classes again and I eased myself off him before any leakage occurred. We laid side by side for a few minutes, my head on his chest, my fingers playing circles on his chest. I asked him if it was good, and he kissed my forehead and whispered it was very exciting. 

He excused himself to the washroom to remove the wasted condom and wash up. He returned to the bed with glasses of wine where I had already pulled down the covers and snuggled into. I welcomed him into his own bed and we kissed and gently touched each other. I thanked him and he thanked me. We stayed in bed for another hour but I had to go home. We dressed quietly, touching and kissing each other periodically. We held hands all the way that night, and kissed deeply in the car before I left him, my first lover.

We dated again and made love twice more but he was not to be my finest experience; that joy came in the arms of my best friend.



Virginity Lost Ch. 2



I went to Heather's apartment the following Friday night on the pretense of studying together. Heather and I shared homeroom and had the same basic course plans. She was the closest friend I ever had. Where I was relatively shy and inexperienced, Heather was extroverted and worldly. She drew me into the group and made me feel welcome.

I was staying overnight and had pj's in a duffle along with the Marketing textbook and Statistics. As the night went along, we gave up on the studying and switched to beer and movies. Heather's place was a bachelorette and as such, there was no wall between the living/dining room and the bedroom which was off at an angle. Heather announced see was changing into something more comfortable. I had tossed my bag onto her bed and I went to get it. Heather pulled out a large T-shirt from her drawers and as I took out my nightgown, Heather began to tug her sweater up over her head. I stood transfixed as she began to undress right there in front of me. I'm no shrew, but I was surprised by how casual Heather treated life and I began to flush as I realized I was staring and most likely had my mouth open. I quickly turned to find the bathroom before the sweater cleared her face and before she saw me watching. As it was, I began to register the fact she had no bra on and I had glimpsed her breasts from both the side and reflected in the mirror over the dresser.

I was breathing a little strange as I entered the washroom and I sat on the toilet for a second to collect my thoughts. I couldn't focus on anything except her round breasts and large nipples. They were a caramel colour and covered a large portion of the surface. I didn't understand what I was feeling and I shook myself out of the trance. I changed quickly but Heather asked from the other side of the door if I could hurry up because she needed to piss. Even her language was liberal.

I came out with my nearly floor length nightgown on and tossed my bag back onto the bed. Heather looked over her shoulder from the kitchen and said "How Gothic! I'm making popcorn, watch the microwave will you?" She passed me on the way to the bathroom. "Put plenty of butter on" she called out. "I like it slippery!" She laughed.

We brought two more beers from the fridge and settled in front of the TV with a big bowl of popcorn. Heather subscribed to one of those multi-movie channels and we checked to see what was on. We sat at either end of a large, puffy couch, the popcorn between us. The only other furniture was the coffee table and a large beanbag chair which had seen better days. Heather chose some sort of suspense movie with Sharon Stone. 

We sat watching for awhile when, in typical Stone fashion, there was a sex scene. I know I was blushing when I said something like "That's going to hurt.."

Heather threw a handful of popcorn at me and snidely said "How would you know?"

"I do now." I coolly answered. 

Heather sat back and stared at me. "Since when?" she asked.

"Since Tuesday." I looked forward at the screen which had Sharon or some body double humping the hero. Heather was the only one I had ever confided to about being a virgin, and she had never teased me or brought it up with others.

"You went to the movies!?"

"Yes," I replied. "And had pizza you said!?" she followed.

"At his place." I cooed. "At his place! You never said that Wednesday!" she jumped into a sitting position.

"I couldn't tell everything the very next day." I looked shyly over at her. She was looking at me intently, looking for some sign on my face.

"You bitch" she exclaimed with a smile, "you could have told me!" More popcorn flew my way. I threw some back.

"How was it? Are you okay"

I turned to face her, bringing up one knee. I told her everything, from start to finish. She laughed when I told her I put the condom on him. After I was finished, she moved the bowl of popcorn off the sofa, and moved over to hug me. I don't know if it was a welcome to sisterhood, or just Heather's way but I hugged her back and even began to fight back tears. As she moved away from me I saw she had tears in her eyes as well.

"Look at us." She said. "What a bunch of ninnies!" With that she picked up her beer and said "Way to go, Girl!" We laughed and clinked bottles. We talked a little more about it and whether I was going to see him again. I wasn't sure, we'll see.

The beers were finished, and Heather got two more. Chips came out and the movie changed to some Claude Van Damme flick. This was excuse enough for Heather to make jokes about bedding him, and biting his ass; stuff like that. She made me giggle and I even tried some lude suggestions myself which only made us both laugh. 

On the way to one of her pee breaks, Heather flicked off the overhead light which left us with just the glow of the TV. When she came back, she curled up against me as we, zombie like, watched another movie come on. She had her head on my arm but after a minute she said jokingly said something about me being bony and she pushed my arm over her shoulder and laid her head against my stomach. She curled her legs up on the sofa and crossed one arm over my lap. I stared at the TV not knowing what I was watching. Despite the beers I was aware of her body against me, her long blonde hair spilling across her neck and laying across her arm. I felt the weight of her breasts against the side of my leg. I looked down across her shoulders, down her back and over her ass. Her T-shirt had ridden up and her patterned undies were beginning to show.

I sat very still, my arm across her shoulders and my hand resting along her side. Heather shifted a little and her head lowered closer to my lap. My hand sought a more comfortable position and glided across and down near the underside of her breast. My heart was thundering in my ears. I was confused, it was the beer, it was something else. I didn't know. 

Slowly, out of my haze of confusion, I became aware of another noise. A soft snoring. Heather was asleep! She curled herself around me and had fallen asleep. I sat there, slowly calming down, trying to rationalize my feelings. The movie played on without notice. Time slipped by but before the movie ended, Heather shifted awake. She pushed herself with the arm buried underneath, brushed the hair off her face, and gave a lazy smile. 

"I have to get some sleep." She announced. "You be okay on this thing?"

I nodded. "You know where the blankets are." And with that she leaned forward and kissed me briefly on the lips.

Heather got up and moved off. Her T fell back down but didn't really conceal her ass, rather accented it. I shook my head again. Over my shoulder I watched her crawl over her bed covers which gave me a clear view of her backside. Her panties had ridden to one side and her mound was clearly defined. Heather clawed at the blankets and threw herself inside.

I sat there for what seemed the longest time. Finally I turned the TV off. I stumbled for the extra pillow and blanket and curled up on the sofa. How long I stared into the dark and how long it took me to fall asleep, I don't know. When morning came, Heather woke me up by brushing my hair off my face. "Hey sleepy head; it's ten o'clock. Are we going to the hockey game or not?"

Heather made omelets while I washed and dressed. We ate breakfast together and it was Heather's turn to get cleaned up. Just like the night before, she came out of the washroom naked as a blue jay. I had half expected her to and had casually positioned myself in the kitchen to see her reflection in the small mirror beside the phone. How beautiful she was. She had a fuller figure than me, her body flowed so easily together. Heather was a natural blonde, although her pussy was a few shades darker and apparently trimmed. She disappeared from my view so I moved to put the glasses away. From that angle I watched her from behind select panties and this time a bra. I moved away before she caught me looking.

We spent the rest of the day together, we went to the afternoon hockey game and cheered on our team. I can't tell you how my heart jumped every time we touched and leaned into each other to share a joke or gossip. We did a little shopping but I had promised my parents to be home, so we parted company. 

I was torn by emotions I didn't understand. We didn't talk till class Monday, by which time I was a little calmer. Heather didn't seem to notice anything different and so things went along like that. I made love to my first twice more before Christmas but I wasn't in involved as I thought I would. During Christmas, Heather stayed in the city, so I made sure she came to our house and even overnight in the guest room. Once more she kissed me when she wished my Merry Christmas and thanked me for inviting her. 

Things were happening to me and it wasn't until March Break did I realize how much. Things were never the same again.



Virginity Lost Ch. 3



Come March Break, we were the only two in our class that wanted to go to Florida. Others thought it too loud, others went home to their families, and the rest of the woosies stayed home. We flew to Daytona for a week of fun and frolic. We had joked about the men we would bed but I had taken it serious enough to begin taking the pill. Heather, I knew, was already on it.

We arrived and threw our stuff into the hotel room with two double beds. We jokingly scuffled over who would have the window bed. Since it was noon, the night life we were expecting had not started yet so we thought we would check out the beach. We emptied our suitcases and pulled out the swimsuits. True to Heather's nature, she began to undress right there with me. I made my mind up, and began to undress too. I did turn around a little, but not too obviously I hoped. 

As I bent to pull on the bikini bottoms, I felt a sharp slap on one cheek and Heather said "Nice ass! We should get plenty of attention." I blushed from head-to-toe but not because I was embarrassed but that she liked my ass.

"Thanks," I said, "but I'm not sure I'm going to compete with yours.." With that said, I turned away and slipped the bikini top on. Heather didn't reply right away, and I began to worry.

"Come on!" she cried, grabbing towels and stuff off the bed. "Let's go test these asses!" she giggled, gave my two cheeks a squeeze and headed for the door. I felt it was a good sign.

The beach was busy but not crowded. A volleyball game was underway to our right and others were testing the water, throwing frisbee, or just sunning. We found a spot and spread the beach towels. "Here; you do me and I'll do you." I heard Heather say.

"What?" I turned around, a little shock in my voice.

"Suntan lotion, silly. What did you think I meant? Get your mind out of the gutter, we'll go find some cock later." She laughed and turned me back around. She poured some lotion on her hands and began to massage my skin with it. The moment went to fast before she said she was next. My pleasure, I thought. 

While I was spreading the lotion on her back and down to her hips, two fellas showed up and asked if they could help. Heather spoke up and said we had it covered but could they get us something to drink. Despite being turned down, those two fellas took off like a shot to get us what we asked for. Heather giggled and said something about putty in our hands. I just wanted to finish the job I started with the lotion.

The boys came back and we talked for a while. We played frisbee but the breeze was picking up and it was getting colder. We made dates to meet them at a bar they knew of later that night. I asked Heather if we were going to keep that date. "Nah" she said, "I saw better studs elsewhere to make you cum." She laughed and ran ahead of me. I was a little disappointed but then the thought of us hunting together kind of made up for it. I chased her back to the room.

We showered the sand off and changed into some nice clothes. We had a small meal in the hotel and then ventured forth to watch the street transform itself. We had lots of guys stop and talk to us. Plenty had suggestions of where the best place was to dance and party. Things were still kind of slow by nine but we found a great place to watch the sky darken over the water and we ordered a few rounds of drinks. After the first two sweet drinks, we both agreed our money would be better spent on beer and we ventured out to the darkening street to find a watering hole. 

Music was blaring from a few bars already. One seemed okay and we went in. Tables were still available and we sat down. I don't think we were there a few seconds when drinks arrived followed by the guys who ordered them. These three studs were from Maine. I took Heather's lead and flirted with the one to my right. The third guy stuck around for a while but ventured off later. The crowd started to gather and we hit the dance floor. It must be the cold weather in Maine or something but these boys couldn't dance worth shit (pardon my french). Unfortunately, the only way it seemed to get rid of them was to leave. 

The streets were swarming with kids now and we danced and bumped with perfect strangers all along the road. We tested bar after bar, drinking a little, dancing alot. At one point, we joined a group of girls from Toronto, and I was thrilled as we all danced together, linked arms, and breathed lude things into each others ears. Heather wanted to try the disco across the road, so we parted company with the fellow Canadians. It was after midnight by now and although we had drank a fair share of liquor, we had also danced alot off. Here the lights were flashing, the floor was glowing and the dance floor was swimming with people. 

Heather dragged me onto the dance floor and we threw our bodies at each other. By now I figured Heather was just trying to attract men for us by acting real easy towards me. We did have a couple of guys join us the next hour but eventually Heather would shoo them away. I had to stop for a second, so we left the dance floor and found a spot off to one side.

Heather suddenly leaned into me and kissed me hard on the lips. She quickly drew back. I thought maybe Heather had more to drink than I thought. "You know what?" she began. I was looking at her, trying to understand her mood. "You know what made me really hot tonight?" she said again.

"What?" I asked.

"I was really hot when I saw you dancing with Nicki."

Nicki was one of the Canadian girls we left behind. At one point she had begun dancing with me like Heather and I had just finished doing. "What?" I was starting to shake.

"It's you that I want." She had her hands on my shoulders. "Ever since I felt you put that lotion on and when we danced, and even when we were just talking, I felt things for you like I have never felt for anyone." She was trembling and her eyes were glistening.

I began to shake and I drew her against me. We stood hugging each other for the longest time, sobs pushing against each other, our tears of joy flowing down each others arms. Some jerk walked by and asked if he could join in. Heather told him to piss off but it brought it back to our senses. We put our foreheads together, held each others hands, and I told her I loved her and asked if that bothered her. "No, silly." she replied, "I love you too."

We sat there for the longest time, telling each other our secrets over the last few months. Others came to ask us to dance including some girls. We began to look around and realized we weren't the only same sex couple in the room. Sure, the girls might have been just teasing the guys but a few definitely weren't asking for a guys, and there were one or two guys who seemed to be quite happy with each other. We finished our drinks and headed out of the club, arm in arm.

We danced, snuggled, kissed, and held hands all the way back to the hotel. As soon as the door was closed, we jumped each others arms, kissing madly and running our hands over each others back. I suppose I surprised Heather by being the first to grab ass and my tongue darted swiftly into her mouth. 

We parted and in true Heather style she said "Well I guess we didn't have to fight over the bed after all."

I gave her a soft punch in the arm and announced I had to have a shower from all the dancing. Heather moved off to clean up the room while I went into the shower. I turned the water on and stripped out of my clothes which reeked of smoke and spilled beer. I stepped into the shower and struggled to get the paper off the bar before it got too wet. I lathered and turned into the water. It rained down across my throat and over my breasts. 

Suddenly I was surprised by a body brushing against my back, I jumped. Heather ran her hands up my arms and onto my shoulders. She kissed my shoulder and I shuddered at the touch. She pulled my wet hair away from neck and kissed the nape. Her body began to press against mine and I felt her breasts crush against my back. "Give me the soap." she whispered. Heather held her hand out and I obliged. 

She stepped back and began to run the soap bar over my shoulders and down my back. Her hands slowly washed over my ass and across my hips. She reached around and passed the soap from one hand to the other across my stomach which forced her stepped close to me again. Her soapy hands went up either side until they rested under my breasts. The air caught in my throat and I tightened my stomach as her fingers rolled up over my mounds and around my erect nipples. She lathered my breasts in circle motions and gently squeezed each tit. She kissed my shoulder and ear. Across my belly, her fingers traveled. Past my navel until they reached my damp pubic hair. One hand went to the side and grasped my hip while the other traveled slowly over my pussy. My legs parted and her hand slid between them. She reached quite far as I felt her fingers pass near my anus but then traveled forward and applied a little pressure.

My wings parted at her touch and she slid one finger their length until it rested over my clit. My knees were weak. She rubbed and played with my clit until it was hard. Her soapy hand slid further down and played with my wings. One finger slipped in and penetrated my hole quickly. I gasped with surprise. She moved her finger in and out quite quickly but not deeply while her thumb pressed hard against my clit. I felt light headed and I needed a break. "My turn." I whispered.

Heather released me and I turned in her arms. Our lips met again and we wrestled with our tongues. She squeezed my ass cheeks and pressed me hard against her. I brushed her now wet hair off her chest and bent to kiss her nipples. They were extremely large compared to mine, although she wore only a size large bra than me. I ran my tongue around its bumpy surface, teasing the nipple that stood erect in the centre. In a swift motion, my lips jumped onto her nipple and sucked hard. I swear I heard Heather say something about being a bitch. I sucked the nipple and surrounding area into my mouth, and rolled my tongue around and around. I squeezed both breasts with my hands and ran my thumb over her left nipple.

I knelt down in the shower, the water cascading over my back. I pushed my face into her trim, damp pussy. My hands ran up and down her smooth legs. Heather lifted one foot up onto the tub ledge and pushed my head between her legs. I immediately grabbed a mouthful of her soft skin and sucked hard. My tongue darted out and spread her apart. She was wet from more than the shower and a lapped up her sex juices. Heather pushed her hips forward and her clit begged for some attention. While my tongue swirled around her pink clit, my left hand stole between her legs and I wiggled two fingers into her cunt slowly. Over the pounding of the water on my back, I heard Heather gasp. I few seconds of that and Heather said that was enough, the shower was over. 

I climbed but up to my feet and we kissed deeply again. I turned and shut the shower off. We climbed out of the shower and began to towel each other off. We never stopped touching and kissing. Heather's long hair required her to towel dry it a little longer, so I scurried into the bedroom. I pulled back the sheets and threw myself over to one side. I laid on my side, one knee raised and my head propped up by one hand.

"See something you want?" I asked Heather as she came out of the bathroom. "And how!" she replied, jumping into the bed and play wrestling with me. She made little animal sounds as she nibbled my ear and bit at my throat. We kissed, hard and long, our hands always in motion. We whispered I love you's and traded compliments. I playfully flipped Heather over and sat across her hips. I was aware of how close her hot pussy was to mine. I played my fingers all over her chest, squeezing, stroking, pinching her nipples until Heather begged me to kiss them. I leaned down and kissed each gently. I chose the left one and circled the rising nipple with my tongue, occasionally flicking it. Heather's hands passed through my hair and over my shoulders.

My legs swung together and Heather's parted. I lay between her legs for a moment before abandoning her caramel nipples for something sweeter. I crawled lower until I came face to face with her beaver. I planted a few kisses but quickly lowered my mouth until I had her wings in my mouth. Heather had a lot of skin and I swirled it around inside my mouth. I parted it with my tongue and sought her sweet hole. My fingers spread her cunt wide and my tongue found easy access to her juices. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could get it and then back out. Heather hips were slowly moving around my head. One pointer finger reached up and found her pulsating clit. I circled it with my finger while I lapped at her hot hole. 

I switched mouth for finger, and I began to suck her swollen clit. My finger slid easily into her pussy and I heard her moan her pleasure. Remembering the shower, I added another finger to the first, and pushed deeper. Heather raised her hip and pushed her pelvis against my mouth. I began to lick harder, and hooked one finger in search off the fleshy mound inside her. I rubbed and pulled my fingers in and out simultaneously. Heather's moaning became louder, her hands pushed down hard on my head. 

"Oh, God! Oh, fuck!" she called out as she began to shake and push against my fingers and mouth. A large shock wave nearly threw me off her and she began to gently tug at my head to rise up. I kissed my way and stopped briefly at her breasts. I rose further till our pubic hair was intermingled and I kissed her sweetly on the lips. "You hot thing!" she said, "You were incredible!" 

"More, please." I purred. "Not yet." she replied. And with that, she began to shimming underneath me, squirming her way lower. I rose up on my hands and knees as her face came in contact with my breasts. They swung invitingly in front of her mouth as she began to lick each nipple in turn. My breasts are a good size but the nipples are tiny and are set high. Heather began to squeeze each breast and her mouth paid attention to the right nipple. She sucked hard and long, and just as it actually began to hurt, she switched to the other. Her hands wandered over my back, my sides and my cheeks. Because she was lower, she was able to separate each cheek and my ass seam. As she made my nipple ache with pleasure, her fingers began to play circles around my anus. Even my male dates didn't play with my anus and I began to tremble with the pleasure.

"You like that?" she asked. 

I could barely reply "Uh-huh." 

"You ain't seen nothing yet." And with that, she squirmed lower until my pussy was over her face. She quickly began licking and playing with my cunt with her fingers. Her fingers parted me easily and had no problems entering my wet hole. Her tongue found my clit and lapped at it with her rough tongue. 

"I can't see what I'm doing." she said. "Turn around." she ordered. I turned on all fours and slid back up from the bottom of the bed. We now were in the classic 69 position I heard about; me on top and her pussy inches away from my kisses. "That's better!" and she renewed her tongue action along my whole cunt. I wanted to kiss her too, but she kept her legs closed for now.

Her hands sought my ass cheeks again and she spread me wide. She pulled my hips down and I felt her tongue slide past my cunt and begin to play around my anus. I trembled from the excitement. I was almost disappointed when her mouth went south again to my cunt but I soon felt the slippery penetration of one of her fingers into my ass hole.

Gently, she pressed forward, and then back. Heather continued to lap at my now flowing cunt. She pressed harder and I felt the wonderful presence of the tip of her finger in my ass. She pulled it out and in one swift motion, slipped it in my pussy. Around and around she swirled it and then took it back out. Heather placed the finger back against my ass hole and slipped it in. It went deeper and I actually felt myself push back against her. I forgot all about her pussy as I was overwhelmed with this new sensation. Back and forth she moved her finger, until my ass hole was relaxed and she was wriggling her finger around more.

I moaned and pushed my hips hard against her. She slipped her thumb down and pressed it against my cunt hole. Suddenly Heather had a finger in my ass and her thumb in my pussy. I felt the familiar wave of an orgasm building and I buried my face against her beaver. Heather obliged and she opened her legs. I was in a hurry, as my own orgasm threatened to break, so I licked hard against her clit and reached a hand between her thighs. I barley had a finger in her cunt when she began to massage my clit with her own tongue. I began to rock and shake. I was careless and hard against her cunt but she seemed to be thrusting against me none the less. 

Suddenly, I could take no more, my cunt began to swim with convulsions, my ass tightened up on her finger, and an orgasm of epic proportion rocked my body. In response, Heather bucked and pushed her cunt into my face and I felt her share my pleasure on my tongue.

Heather slowly withdrew her fingers, we collapsed beside each other. I slid back along side her and laid my head against her shaking shoulder. We thanked each other, told each other we loved one another. I played with Heather breast as she stroked my hair. We kissed and told each other how wonderful it was. I wanted to be on bottom next time and she said I'll get my chance.

We pulled up the light covers and fell asleep tangled in each other's arms. As dawn broke the next morning, we made love again, more slowly and paying full attention to each other. If it wasn't for the heat of the room as the sun rose, we would have stayed in each others arms all day. But we rose and went to the beach. No more boys for us, we shooed them all away and great attention to each other. The rest of the week we walked hand in hand, mindless of what other people thought. We talked about the future, and made some plans, but we were there to enjoy ourselves so we didn't go into great detail.

And so the week went quickly; sunning, dancing, and loving each other. No changes until the last night. That's the night we met Erin. But that's another story.



Virginity Lost in an Ancient Place



The sunlight poured through every window in Sophie bedroom rebounding off of mirrors and lighting her horizontal body as she lay in anticipation on her bed. She swung her legs round to sit before standing to look in her mirror, again. She looked beautiful, her auburn hair wrapped around her head in a French braid and her summer dress subtly hanging from her, tracing a gentle line over her perfectly formed breasts, reaching halfway down her thigh and revealing her beautifully long pale legs. The sun caught her hair, lighting up the deep red tones and accentuating her subtle freckles which peppered her entire body. She smiled, and felt the butterflies once again in her tummy.

The doorbell rang. Sophie's heart jumped and she had to take a long hard looked at herself to steady her nerves. She waited for her mum to call up to her and when it came she slowly, carefully descended the stairs to meet James at the front door. They said nothing but simply looked into each other's' eyes, full of love, desire and the warmth of the evening. Sophie's mum had already disappeared into the kitchen and was ensconced in the washing up once again. The young lovers bade her goodbye and, James taking Sophie's hand, made their way down the path.

They said nothing as they approached the deep green woodland but both felt as if they might burst if they didn't speak. James gently pulled Sophie to a halt and turned her to face him.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," Sophie replied, "and I've been nervous, and excited all day. I've been thinking about you all day, and I can't wait, I love you."

They kissed lightly and hugged long and happily before James led Sophie through the kissing gate and onto the path through the ancient deciduous forest. They walked along the path for some time listening to the birds and spotting the occasional crepuscular mammal before turning off the path onto a small trail deeper into the trees. The trail was probably the result of deer wondering through, wearing down the ground slowly developing an ancient foraging route. James led Sophie caringly pointing out low braches and patches of mud for Sophie, in her canvas dolly shoes, to avoid.

The low sun, streaming through the branches, lit their path as the young lovers made their way to the small clearing. A pool of sunlight lit the moss covered Neolithic ruins. James had wondered when he found the spot just how old the stones were and why no-one had bothered to study them but with so many in the area he guessed he could keep these to himself: a special place with a hidden history where he and Sophie could build their own story, a happy, sun-touched intimacy.

He led her over the small stream, lightly dancing across the two logs and holding her hand as she followed, then up the small bank to the small plot of level ground on which the old stones lay. They weren't visible from the path and were barely recognisable as stones at all due to the soft covering of deep green moss coating their immense surfaces. Four in all, fallen but as solid as the day they were erected thousands of years ago, and big. Almost ten feet long and 4 feet wide, the biggest and most accessible, laid on a very slight angle made a perfect place to lay.

With the sun pouring through the branches in beams of gentle orange light it was now Sophie's turn to lead. She stood looking up and listening, bringing her hands to her upper chest. She undid the button at the top of her dress before moving silently forward and taking James in her arms. They kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each other's' mouths and their bodies intertwining, becoming closer and closer. Sophie gently pulled away and let James' fingers trace a path over her hips and across her belly before falling to his sides. She brought her hands back to her chest, her fingers following the line of her dress to the next buttons. She seductively fastened one, two, three of the buttons allowing James to see her pale, beautiful skin resting sweetly in her floral balconette bra.

She took his hand, pulled him closer and drew his hand to the satin bow holding the cups of her bra together.

"Pull it" she said.

James gently tugged at the fabric and the knot released allowing her breasts to fall softly into his hands. A single bead of sweat made its silent path down between her pretty, fleshy orbs. His hands followed the line of her body down, his fingernails tracing a light path over her soft, dark pink nipples, down over her belly to the final buttons on her dress. Looking deep into her eyes he released them and she let the yellow flowery fabric fall from her shoulders onto the dry leafy ground below. Stood, now, in just her flowery briefs and her pumps she took to undressing her sweetheart, laying hands on his chest, bringing her lower body close to his, feeling his growing excitement. She pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing his lightly tanned body and, pressing her chest into his, felt the warmth of his body against her cooler breasts. Her pert nipples pressed into his chest as she reached for the button on his jeans. 

Releasing it and drawing down the zip she pushed the denim fabric to the floor. He slipped off his sandals and trousers to leave his stood in just his own undergarments. He was thankful the place was so secluded but at the same time didn't care if people knew what they were doing.

Sophie pressed her body into James' feeling the contours of his skin. He went to speak but she put a finger to his lips and pushed him against the huge rock, following with her own body. Feeling the hard rod protruding from James' body against hers she slid her fingers inside his remaining clothes and slid them down his legs to the floor leaving her on her knees. She lightly kissed up James' thighs toward his midriff. With almost imperceptible gentleness she drew her tongue the full length of his hardened phallus and engulfed his bulbous head between her thin lips leaving a faint lipstick mark around his shaft. She drew her head upwards slowly releasing James' now throbbing penis and taking with her a fluidic drop of precum. She rose to his height, took a step backwards and, looking him passionately in the eye slid her panties down over her beautifully freckled long legs.

The birds twittered intensely in the trees as dusk drew in, and with the sun now casting orangey-purple tones across the forest Sophie grasped James' hand, turned him, lay her body against the rock and, looking deep into her eyes told him "I'm ready".

He moved subtly closer as she parted her legs. Her pussy glistened with wet anticipation in the evening light, the tip of his waiting penis also. He wrapped his hands around the sides of her slim, pale body and brought his pubis close to hers. He poised his penis at the entrance to her virgin pussy before gently pushing his throbbing rod between her moist, ready lips. She gasped as the head of his cock slid a little way into her innermost being, the tight channel squeezing him as his engorged cock only sought to expand further. She winced as he pushed further in. He drew back but she grasped at his ass and pulled him back to her, deeper even. He took the cue and despite her wincing and moaning at the pain he rhythmically worked his way deeper and deeper inside her now sopping wet pussy.

Juice poured down her legs as he worked her pussy harder and harder, pumping his meaty cock in and out of her deep, welcoming vagina. She grasped at him, nails scratching down his back as he grappled with her trembling tits, her midriff, her ass. Raising up one of her breasts he took her nipple between his teeth and pulled at it as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. 

She undulated wildly and out of control as her first orgasm hit. The pain and pleasure intertwined as waves of euphoria swept over her body. Her body pumped hard around James' shaft deep inside of her and he exploded shooting thick creamy semen deep inside her quivering body. They cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed their senses.

Rampant now, James continued to rhythmically pump within Sophie's grasping at her body and pulling himself deeper still inside the sensual folds of her sexual core. She came again, her aching vagina squeezing James' hard cock deep inside and forcing him to burst forth again. He cried out again and slammed his body against hers feeling her now erect nipples protruding into his chest.

Sweat droplets formed on his forehead as he slowed to a rest still intertwined with Sophie's body. They held each other in the peace of the darkening forest.

"That was amazing," said James, "you were amazing".

"I love you" Sophie offered.

James pulled gently away from the lovers embrace sliding gently from within her. A thick trickle of intertwined fluids flowed down over the rock and moss and onto the forest floor. Sophie pushed James back a little and dropped to her knees in front of him. Bringing her face close to his cum-soaked genitals she began to lap at the slowly softening rod which immediately sprung back to attention and oozed the last of his sexual juices. She sucked his head into her mouth and, working the meaty rod, tongue poised at the tip, drew out the fluid swallowing it hungrily and enthusiastically until he could exude no more. He reached down to grasp her head, guided her to his level and kissed her passionately tasting their juices on her tongue. She kissed him hard and after a while pushed him down to his knees. He instinctively leant his head towards her sweet smelling pussy, his tongue tracing a path up through her slit, probing between her labia before curling the tip of his tongue beneath the hood of her clitoris. Drawing her clitoris into his mouth James began to rhythmically suck at it. Sophie's legs gave way as she fell back against the rock. Her body, unsure of what was happening and unready for the fresh onslaught exploded in pleasure and ecstasy. She shook violently and it was all James could do to meek her clitoris from slipping from his succulent lips. Sophie quivered as the new sensation of an oral assault on her body washed over her. She felt her body suddenly become wet as her pussy involuntarily squirted pumping fresh juice from within the folds of her hot, wet vagina. The fluid flowed onto James' chin and chest as he worked her clitoris harder and harder. She exploded again, convulsing violently before slumping on the rock fully spent at the sexual rampage that had been exacted within her body.

Dripping in their shared fluids the two young lovers lay embracing each other on the soft, moss-covered rock. The cool night air drifted across their bodies and stimulated subtle goose bumps over Sophie's breasts which James gently stroked lovingly in post-coital bliss. They listened to the birds as they came in to roost and sat in silence for a while, happy and contented. They would no doubt visit again, their special place, before the summer was out, when thoughts would turn to heading to university. They would be apart but their connection would forever be there, they would always have the hidden ruins, that special night when they both lost a part of themselves to each other.

The moonlight streamed through the trees as the lovers helped each other dress, slowly and sensually. They carefully traced their path back to the main track through the woods, back to the gate where they lingered for a while knowing that soon they would depart from each other and sleep separately despite the intimacy of their encounter. They walked silently towards Sophie's house. He watched as she opened the unlocked front door and slipped inside. He lingered a while outside before making off into the night.