0 comments/ 82642 views/ 4 favorites First By: CassandraDreams The seat is too soft. That is all I can think about as we ride to the hotel from the airport. It is Saturday and my parents think that I am with my friends' family enjoying a casual vacation in Florida. I should feel guilty but I don't. Adam is there smiling while he drives his beat up old car with its too soft leather seats. He is looking like the cat that caught the canary. I still can't believe how late it is. My flight leaving Washington D.C. and heading for Philadelphia was delayed. I am secretly very annoyed. Two weeks ago when Adam called me, just after my 18th birthday, asking me to come visit him and celebrate his new ,all important, job I planned to arrive in the afternoon and take a taxi to the hotel. I would nap, maybe eat lunch, and just wait there for him to arrive. That way I could sleep on the plane without any fear of my contacts drying out my eyes, my hair getting messed up, and feeling immediately guilty for flirting with my fellow passengers. Now I can't enjoy any of that. We are heading straight for our hotel, The Embassy Suites, and an all expenses paid vacation courtesy of Adam. I should be grateful but I am not. I am very nervous because I know what will happen. Tonight I will lose my virginity. Months ago, just after we met, I told Adam that I dreamed of losing my virginity in a glamorous hotel. That instead of waiting for marriage I only wanted to wait until I was 18. Why 18? My tendency towards dating older men left me with a deep seeded need to 'protect' them from jealous boys and girls my own age who would love to start trouble if our relations took an illicit turn. When I told him that I never dreamed he would remember. We are at the hotel and Adam is rushing me in. The pause in the lobby to check in takes only moments and before I am prepared we are in the room. I make some show of un packing; I am planning to stay two weeks. The hotel room is much better than imagined. It contains a small dining area, living room, and most importantly, a bedroom. Meanwhile Adam calls room service. A short time later we are sitting at the dining area table talking. I am so nervous that my hands are shaking. I can barely hold my wine glass. Even though I do not like the taste of wine I down one glass and ask for another. I don't want to be drunk; I just want to be calm. Adam is smiling. When dinner is finished I excuse myself for a shower. I do not feel dirty but I have an obsession with hair. I like my skin to be smooth and I want to shave one last time before IT happens. I return to the bedroom smelling of fragrant soap and body spray. Adam is in the bed watching me curiously. I approach slowly, I am still nervous in spite of all the wine, or perhaps because of it. I am only wearing a towel. I am new at this and have seen to many movies. I want to avoid any embarrassing mishaps that can occur when taking off cloths. In my suitcase I have a few special items but for now I think avoiding clothes will be for the best. I sit on the edge of the bed. Grinning rather foolishly Adam turns off the light and reaches for me in the darkness. I find myself wondering why people have sex in the dark. I would much rather see what is going on. He kisses me and I suddenly find it hard to think about anything. Of course I have been kissed before but this is different. My body is tingling, my nipples are erect, and now I realize that the kiss is only the beginning. This time our kiss is only a prelude to what is to come. I wrap my arms around his neck and let the towel slide from my body. I feel his scratchy wool sweater brushing against my breasts. His heart is beating quickly and his kisses are becoming more urgent, almost desperate. Almost instinctively I begin pulling at his sweater. I want it off. I want to feel his bare skin against my chest. He pulls away from me and removes the sweater. In moments we are together again. The hair from his chest teases my breasts as we explore each others mouths with our tongues. He gently pushes me down on the bed and climbs on top of me. First he kisses my neck and my throat, before he moves to my chest. I hear myself moan as his lips and tongue play with my breasts. First he kisses, and then he licks. His tongue is rough and wonderful. My body shivers and I arch my back willing him to take my breast into his mouth. He moves down away from my breasts and I whimper wanting him to come back. I reach down and grab his hair with my hands. I try to pull him back up but he fights me, kissing my stomach and down to the hot moistness between my thighs. I am so confused. I have never experienced oral sex before so I am nervous and embarrassed. Until that moment I'd never felt so warm or so wet down there. Though I am shaved clean I am not sure what is going to happen. He kisses my hot wetness as he gently parts my legs, effectively spreading my thighs before him. I try to close them. "No" I whisper though I don't really mean it. Before I can move away or protest anymore his tongue is tasting and exploring me in ways I never before imagined. To my amazement I feel myself growing wetter and hotter. My body begins to tense and suddenly I shudder in my first true orgasm. "Adam!" I scream, arching my back once as my body shakes and then lying back in shock and exhaustion. Yet I want more. Smiling down at me he calmly removes his pants. I try to smile back but my body is still shaking and that hot place between my thighs is aching for something more. Suddenly he is sliding in side of me. The wetness makes it easier for him but I am still so tight and closed. It hurts for a moment, a sweet pain unlike any other. I feel myself stretching for him and I push my thighs against him ignoring all pain and discomfort. I want to feel him deep inside of me. As quickly as it begins the pain is gone and all I feel is his hard shaft inside of me. It is pumping in and out and reducing me to an animal like state. I moan and scream grasping at him urging him to go deeper. Without warning he stops, flips me over on my stomach, and raises me up on my hands and knees. Then he slides inside of me again. There is a moment of discomfort. My virginal pussy is not prepared for such use and stretches again to accommodate him. In moments I am screaming and moaning. I feel like a dirty whore and I love it. He pulls my hair, slaps my ass, and yells at me to scream his name. "Oh Adam!" I cry dutifully between my own moans of delight. "That's right bitch" He grunts as he continues pumping away. For some reason those words push me over the edge and I feel my body begin to shudder again. "I'm Cuming!" I scream and I feel a sudden rush of wetness explode from my pussy. Almost simultaneously I hear him grunt loudly as he gives my long black hair one last tug. Then I feel another burst of amazingly hot wetness that is not my own. Belatedly I realize that he must have cum as well. He leans over me burying his face in my hair gasping. We are both sweating and a glance at the clock shows two hours have passed. I am amazed at how much fun that was. Slowly Adam slides out of me all the while kissing my neck. When he is out I feel his hot cum oozing down my inner thighs and I smile to myself as I wonder how it would taste. After placing a playful slap on my ass he gets up and walks to the shower asking me to join him. Blushing slightly I get up and follow him. The next day he admitted that he recorded the whole event. First Right now, I am lying in bed. There is a gorgeous young man next to me. A fine and sexy young man. Blake Mitchells is his name and he's my best friend's twin brother. He is lovely and we've just spent a wonderful night together. We made love. It was a first for both of us. I feel wonderful. It feels great to be next to him. Maybe it's the magical time we've spent together or maybe it's just my emotions talking. I think he might be the one for me. And the fact that he's bisexual doesn't phase me a bit. My name is Christine McLeod. I am a pupil at Saint Mary's Academy, an all-girls boarding school in southern Massachusetts. This is my senior year and I recently turned eighteen. Spring Break had come and I didn't feel like going home. I have a big family. Two sisters and one brother, being raised by a firefighter and his wife, a teacher. I am the youngest. I am also one of the brightest. I had won myself an academic scholarship to Saint Mary's Academy a long time ago. I had left Dorchester behind. My brother James is at Bridgewater State College, taking up Criminal Justice. He wants to be a cop. My sister Joanna is a cab driver and my other sister Michelle used to be a nurse but these days, all she does is sleeping with random men and getting knocked up. She's a ho. Yeah, I didn't feel like going home on Spring Break so I decided to stay with my friend Alexandra Mitchells. Alexandra Mitchells is my roommate. A tall, blond-haired girl with green eyes. Unlike all the other stuck-up bitches at school, she was nice to me. I was the only black female student at Saint Mary. Alexandra befriended me and took me places. We were good friends. I kept her secrets. She had a thing going on with professor Jacob Henry, our tall and handsome, thirty-something math teacher. Alexandra was a man chaser. People said that she slept with half the faculty. The male half, to be exact. I didn't care. She was the only friend that I had. So, when Spring Break came, Alexandra and I went back to her hometown of Milton. Milton's a nice town. A place where only rich people can afford to live. I hated rich people but I thought Alexandra's parents were nice. Her father Eugene Mitchells was a state representative and her mother Marianne Parker Mitchells was a lawyer. They made me feel welcome. I thought my stay at the place was going to be boring, until I saw her twin brother Blake. Blake Mitchells was a vision of beauty. A six-foot-two, blond-haired, green-eyed stud. He was simply beautiful. I felt moist the first time I laid eyes on him. He was that cute. Unfortunately, my hopes were dashed. Blake Mitchells was a senior at Milton Academy. He was also a part-time model. That's not the bad part. Blake was the president of Milton Academy's Gay Straight Alliance. Yes, Blake Mitchells was gay. He was openly gay. His parents knew and were supportive. I was shocked. The guy was handsome, tall and masculine. He didn't look queer at all. Oh, well. This proves that you can't always tell. Too bad he didn't want female booty. We could have had some fun together. The good thing about Alexandra's parents is that they're often out, working. Alexandra was getting back together with her ex-boyfriend Troy, a freshman at Boston University. Troy was a tall, sexy black hunk but he had eyes only for her. Since Alexandra was busy, I decided to get a little closer to Blake. I sigh every time I see him. This hunk only liked boys. He was gay. Why? I would sometimes fantasize about him at night. I pictured this sexy guy kissing me and holding me in his arms. I wondered how big his dick was. I wanted him to stick his cock into me. Oh, yeah. One day, I was left alone with Blake. Alexandra and Troy were in Boston and the parents were gone too. I went down to the pool and saw a vision of beauty. Sexy Blake Mitchells was walking around in his underwear. I looked at him. Damn, he was so sexy. We hadn't talked a lot since I moved in for the week. Time to talk. I approached him and we started talking. It turns out that we had a lot in common. Blake too felt like an outcast. I felt like one because I was the only black chick at an all-white school. Blake was the practically only openly gay guy at school. The Gay Straight Alliance was made up mostly of girls. Lesbian and bisexual girls. There were very few boys in it. Out of the sixteen members, there were five boys. All of them were effeminate guys. None were fine and masculine like Blake. He felt lonely. We talked about our past relationships. I told him about Jamal, the boy I once loved. Jamal had left Massachusetts for West Point. I had never seen him again. Blake surprised me by telling me that he was a virgin. I stared at him in disbelief. Surely this sexy guy couldn't be serious? Hunks don't stay virgins too long. He was eighteen and still a virgin! Damn! My jaws were flapping in the breeze. Blake told me that he was saving himself for the right man. He didn't want his first time to be just with anybody. He wanted someone special. I looked at him with new respect. It's rare to find a virgin male, it's even rarer to find such a cute one with such strong convictions. I kissed him on the cheek. He smiled. I sighed. Whoever gets this guy in their bed should consider themselves lucky. Over the next couple of days, Blake and I hung out. He was so cool. Different from just about any guy that I knew. We went to stores in downtown Boston and checked out cute guys together. Blake was unlike every queer boy I had ever known. He could play basketball and football as roughly as any guy. He was a good athlete. Yet he knew a lot about poetry, art and music. Also, he was a good dresser and knew how to cook. Masculine, sensitive, educated and refined. The perfect man. Why did he have to be gay? I was developing a crush on him. I wonder if he noticed. Once, I asked him if he had ever felt attracted to a girl. To my surprise, he said yes. I was all ears as he told me the story. Once, Blake had a crush on a girl. It happened around the same time that he started liking guys. The girl's name was Priscilla, a foxy redhead. Blake liked her and asked her out. They went out together. She cheated on him with Jonathan, one of his buddies from the Milton basketball team. After this incident, Blake dumped her and shied away from females. He decided to explore his unsettling but growing attraction to men. He had a brief relationship with Andrew, a boy he had fallen in love with. Andrew and Blake were in love. Unfortunately, the world around them wouldn't understand so they hid their relationship from the world. One day, as they were making out, Andrew's parents caught them. Andrew shoved Blake away and called him a disgusting queer. He accused Blake of putting the moves on him. Andrew's parents threw Blake out and told him never to return. Angry and hurt, Andrew ended up coming out to his parents. Later, he came out to the entire school. He was gay and proud. Tired of hiding. Fed up with homophobia. He decided to take a stand, and together with some friends, he started a Gay Straight Alliance. I looked at Blake's face. It was filled with pain. Blake was so handsome and so young. Yet he had lived such a life. He was only eighteen, like me, yet he had already done so much. I smiled and gently hugged him. He hesitated, then hugged me back. My heart was beating as I Felt his body against mine. Gently, I kissed his forehead, then his cheeks and finally his lips. I gasped. Too late did I realize what I was doing. I had just kissed Blake. My best friend's twin brother. Who was gay. He stared at me. I froze. What in hell was I thinking? I had just kissed a gay guy...but I couldn't help myself. I wanted him to be mine. But that could never be. I looked at Blake, and braced myself for the rejection I was sure would come from his lips. Blake looked at me. He seemed puzzled. He smiled, then he did the last thing I would have expected. He kissed me. I put my arms around him and kissed him back. We slowly removed our clothes and began exploring each other's flesh. I caressed his face, his neck and chest. I cupped his firm buttocks in my hands and caressed them. My hands went eagerly to his manhood and I stroked him. I looked up at Blake. He smiled at me. I went down on the boy I loved. I kissed the length of his cock, which was uncircumcised but I didn't care. I liked them natural anyway. I kissed his cock and balls and sucked on them. Blake moaned in pleasure. I sucked him off and he cried out my name. He shouted that he was about to erupt. I didn't care. I wanted to taste him. And I did. When he came, I drank his seed. It was different from every other male I had ever tasted. Better. Later, we made love. It was passionate and tender and rough at the same time. Blake and I rolled around on his bed, playfully wrestling. My sexy boy Came up on top of me and I spread my legs, welcoming him inside me. He pressed his cock against my pussy. I looked into his eyes. Yes, I wanted him to take me. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to be his first woman. He slid his cock into me. Thrust into my flesh. Until he was sheathed up in me right down to his balls. I gasped. Blake was vigorous. I urged him to go harder and faster. He did. I welcomed his thrusts into my womanhood. We fucked and sucked the night away. Later, Blake and I lay in bed together. He was asleep. I wasn't. I looked at him, this wonderful young man who liked not women but other men. I liked him. I had never felt anything like this for any man. What is about unavailable males that drives women wild? I was his first woman. Perhaps his last. I was pleased. I wanted him to be with me but I knew that he couldn't. Blake liked men. He was bisexual at best and fully homosexual at worst. I could never sate all of his desires. But tonight I hope was a night he would never forget. I know I won't forget it. Until the day that I die. First I have auburn hair, green eyes, and stand about five feet two inches tall. My girls can be encased by a thirty-six inch DDD bra. And while many guys are put off by my aggressive nature, the lucky few I play with find out what a mind blowing good time I am. I went to an adults only club house to try more adventuresome sex. A month ago this guy mentioned he wanted to try anal with me and I was thinking about letting him... Now, I heard from my girlfriends that anal could be disastrous and painful. Therefore, I repeatedly tested the waters at home with a "back door" vibrator and lots of masturbation (which nicely balanced out the slight pain/pressure sensation). The sensations were unique gave me a stronger orgasm. This was interesting enough that I wanted to try things out with a cock. -------------------------------------------------- The following is a story of a fantasy fulfilled. I slipped, into the club's hot tub and started talking with the men and women around me. Right away I saw the most gorgeous hunk with black hair and a hesitant manner. Turns out, that he is a new member and today is the first day that he decided to try out the club's pool house/hot tub. We chatted and lightly massaged each other in the water while two other guys joined in. They focused their touch on my white soft mounds and long limbs. Gorgeous was into my idea of not only anal but a long time fantasy of anal with me the crème filling between him and another guy. The second guy we picked to join us was the one bold enough to be sucking nipples at the time. The man was a looker with the best sucking skills. ;) My fantasy was on its way to being fulfilled. You can not believe how wet that made me. Gorgeous, Looker, and I got out of the hot tub and went to the club's back bedrooms. We negotiated safety and play limits. IE the guys were not comfy with me tying them up and getting a little whipping in. Oh, darn. Guess I would have to settle for being fucked mindless. I have to give props, my partners were creative, willing, and disciplined enough to patiently work me up before busting my cherry. IE it was a wonderful experience that I would be willing to repeat vs. 10 seconds of trying and "that's enough" get me some lidocaine. I wonder if they smelled the aroma of my musk and felt the excitement they inspired in me. Every time I felt a stroke on my soft plush folds or a mouth on my body I became even shinier with juices. Looker used his talented mouth on my nipples while Gorgeous and I fucked. Gorgeous put on a condom and fucked my pussy good. Boy did my hips buck. I felt so full. Each stroke hit my cervix just right. I smiled, as he buried his throbbing cock inside of me up to his balls. I wonder what he thought of my velvet sides, pussy grasping at his size, my flesh getting hotter and hotter as he speared me. I was tortured when he began to slowly slide in and out, and thought YEAH as he picked up a faster pace. Lots of lovely mini orgasms for me and a big blow for him. I was still panting from my orgasms as Gorgeous had me kneel, this time I knew his attention had moved to my firm luscious ass cheeks. By now, a lubed glove had magically appeared in Gorgeous' hands. He took a firm grip on my cheeks, spreading them apart far enough to visually see my pink asshole. Then he worked in the lube. I looked down at his cock and saw it swollen, purple, and coated with clear pre-cum. Gorgeous inserted a finger into my ass, very slowly. Sliding it in and out as I focused on relaxing. Next, Looker had me lay on top of him and as he was about to get a cock massage through the walls of my cunt when Gorgeous ass fucked me. Gorgeous reinserted his finger into my ass, very slowly. Sliding it in and out as I focused on relaxing. There was very little resistance from me. Without missing a stroke, he opened me up further. Again, very little resistance. He began to press harder, and then backed off. Again, he pressed but this time it was his cock head against my puckered rosebud. He leaned inward with more pressure and popped that hot hard cock up my ass. Yeouch?!? Discomfort but interesting. Pain balanced with the feeling of a cock up my pussy and Lookers talented lips on my nipples. Fullness inside, a soft peach being split open with a smooth slippery pressure. Gorgeous leaned in further, slowly. I started to relax further. I allowed his aching, drooling tool acceptance. Each inch seemed to take an eternity. Sweat was beading on my forehead now. I bit my lips to keep from crying out. He began to saw in and out of my tight hole, stopping just at the opening before slowly re-submerging back in until his balls spanked my pussy lips. Faster, faster, I was now lost in my own world. I came hard! My tight asshole cinched around Gorgeous' girth. Cries and moans from all three of us reverberated through the room. My legs quaked as the energy of my entire body was now being released through my hot dripping twat. I am very fluid when I climax. I literally gush girl cum and splashes of it rained down on Looker as I came three times. Gorgeous kept stroking me sooooo deep. Feeling my own climaxes triggered the guys. Fantasy fulfilled. Would I do it again? YES, YES, YES!