0 comments/ 66794 views/ 2 favorites Losing It Ch. 1 By: MathGirl As soon as we got into the back seat of the taxi, John put his arm around me. I was feeling full, a little tipsy from the champagne, and a tiny bit sleepy. I snuggled up to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I whispered, 'John, Darling, this will be our third night together, and we still haven't .... you know .... done it. Are you going to do it tonight?' I was sure he knew what I was talking about and was just teasing me by playing dumb. He said, 'Do what, Sweetie?' 'Ummm ... you know ... pop my cherry.' The loud laugh he let out was the last thing I expected, and it even startled the driver. John said, 'My God, I haven't heard that expression since I was in high school! I didn't think anyone has said that in years.' I was so embarrassed that I felt myself blush from head to toe. I didn't know what to say, because I was being serious and trying to act sophisticated. All I had done was make myself seem foolish. Childish. I said, 'I heard some girls say it, and I thought that was what everyone called it.' John stopped laughing and hugged me close. He said, 'I'm sorry, Honey. That took me by surprise and I couldn't help laughing. What the hell, that's as good a thing to call is as any. I'll tell you what, let's just get home and see what happens, okay?' That made me feel a lot better, and I giggled and whispered, 'Okay, Lover, but I don't think the gir ... woman is supposed to have to beg for it, is she?' The driver pulled into John's driveway right then, so he didn't answer. As soon as we got inside we had a lovely, long kiss. It was my favorite, the kind with lots of tongue. While John was helping me off with my coat, he told me to listen carefully and to do just as he said. I was to go to 'my room,' take of my clothes, do whatever I had to do in the bathroom, then sit and wait for ten minutes. He said then I was to come into his bedroom. That all sounded a little mysterious, but I had learned that John liked his little surprises, and that he usually came up with things that were better than anything I could think of myself. On our way down the hall I told him that I'd do what he said, and he turned in at his bedroom door. I went to my room got out of my little black dress, hung it up carefully, then took off the spikes, bra, panties, and thigh highs. The elastic top of the stockings left a little red ring on my thigh, but I rubbed it and it want away. I guessed that was just something I would have to put up with if I wanted to wear those things. After I had a long, long pee and a good toothbrushing, I put on my lovely new nightie, even though I would probably be taking it off again in a few minutes. Maybe John will take it off me, that would be even better. All I really want is for John to see me in it and think I'm sexy and desirable when I take it off for him. He seems to think I'm attractive, but I want to keep reminding him. I hope he didn't think I was being silly and childish when I asked him about popping my cherry. I was serious and thought everyone called it that. I want to be so sophisticated for him, but it's really hard. I'm going to keep trying my best, though. I sure hope we really can .... do it .... tonight and that it doesn't hurt too much. The bedroom was dark, but I saw flickering light coming through the bathroom doorway, so I went in there. There were two candles burning in front of the mirror, and in the dim light I saw that John was in that big bathtub, up to his neck in bubbles! He said he was getting lonely in there by himself, so would I please come and join him. I never thought about taking a bath with him. I haven't been in a bathtub since I was little and Mom had to wash me. I always take showers. A bubble bath together, what a lovely idea! Since I no longer had to feel embarrassed at my lack of pubic hair and John had seen me in the nude before, I wasn't too shy about about being in my birthday suit with him. A little, but not too much, and I was getting over it. Besides, there wasn't much light in there. I took off my nightie, hung it on a hook with John's robe and stepped down into the bubbles. Even though John seemed to be looking right at my pussy, I wasn't even too shy about that long, legs-open step down into the tub. The warm water felt wonderful. By the time I got seated the bubbles were higher than the edge of the tub, and the water was about to overflow. John told me to hold still and not make waves, and he reached back to pull the little lever and let some water out. When the water had gone down to where waves wouldn't overflow the tub, he pulled me towards him and arranged my legs around him, put his legs around me, and there we were, face to face. What a great way to kiss. We had a very deep kiss that set my heart pounding. John saw how hard and swollen my nipples had become and said I had 'headlights.' This caused me to have a giggling fit. I wish I wouldn't do that. It's so childish! He pulled me close, and our bare crotches were touching. What poked me in the stomach when we kissed standing up is now rubbing against my pussy. It sure didn't take me long to get the word 'pussy' into my vocabulary. I'm picking up all sorts of interesting words. Interesting experiences, too. I slid my hand between us and slid it up and down his hard penis several times, just like he had taught me. The soap in the bubble bath made it nice and slippery. I decided to ask him about something that I had been thinking about that day at school. I said, 'John, Darling, I know this is called a penis, but that sounds too ... um ... clinical. Some people use the words 'cock' or 'dick,' but those sound sort of smutty. Dad calls it a 'pecker,' but that just sounds silly. Would you mind if I called it somethig else?' John smiled and said, 'Sweetie, you can call it anything you like. What did you have in mind?' I could feel myself blush when I said,'Well ... uh ... Herman. Can I call it Herman?' His bark of laughter startled me as it echoed off the tiles in that big bathroom. When he finally stopped laughing, John said, 'Okay, Herman it is. Let's see ... I'll call your pussy 'Miss Kitty.' Is that okay with you?' I was giggling so hard that I could only nod my head in agreement. John finally shut me up by hugging me really close and kissing me. After lots of kisses, we both leaned back on our ends of the tub with our legs still fully in contact. The water was warm, the bubbles were delightful, the candlelight was romantic, and it was just wonderful. John said that sharing a bath was a good way to get better acquainted, and I started giggling again. Damnit, won't I ever grow up? There was a mint-soda for me and he had a snifter of Grand Marnier on the tiled shelf between the tub and the wall. We sat, soaked, and sipped our drinks in what John called 'the lap of hedonism.' After he told me what that meant, I told him I thought I had been its lap for the past two evenings. He agreed and said it was his favorite place to be. I decided it was mine, too, as long as the lap was big enough for both of us. After a nice long soak, John told me to turn around with my back to him. When I did, he pulled me between his legs so that my back was against his chest. He muttered something about 'that damn ponytail', and moved my hair aside so he could kiss the back of my neck. Mmm He was kissing my shoulders near my neck when he took a breast in each hand. My nipples had relaxed in the warm water during our soak, but he took each between his finger and thumb and sort of twirled them. Ohhhhh, that feels nice. They quickly hardened until they were like little berries standing out from my breasts. Headlights again. The feelings in my nipples seemed to travel to my button, and I thought I could feel it start to get bigger. He left one hand on my breast and slid the other down onto my tummy and stroked me there while he continued to kiss my shoulder and neck. Then his hand reached my mound and continued further down, between my legs. I spread my knees wide, inviting him to explore me. He whispered 'I love you' right into my ear as his hand stroked my inner thighs. John's hand finally found my pussy and, when it did, I put one foot up on the edge of the bathtub to open myself even more to his hand. Am I being too eager about this? Should I show some virginal hesitation? Why should I? I may be a virgin, but I sure don't feel hesitant. Not after what I learned about myself last night. Besides, I'm only still a virgin because we haven't gotten around to ............ doing it. It sure isn't because I'm not willing. His finger slid into the cleft between the lips of my pussy and started exploring me. When he found my button, I jumped a little, and had to assure him that he wasn't hurting me in the least. He reached for one of the big towels on the floor next to the tub and spread it on the tiled shelf. Then he pushed me forward and told me to stand up. Why should I stand up when it's so warm and wonderful right here in the water? I didn't say anything, though, because I had learned that doing exactly what John said almost always had a big payoff. I stood, and he got another towel and reached up to put it over my shoulders. He told me to sit down on the shelf. He had put the first towel there so I wouldn't have to sit on the cold tile. He leaned me back so I was sitting facing the tub with my feet in the water. Then he spread my legs to either side of him so he was kneeling in the tub facing me, looking squarely at my very naked pussy. It's funny that I don't feel any embarrassment. Well, not much. I like this! I think I know what's about to happen, and I'm going to absolutely love it. John used a corner of the towel I was sitting on to wipe the bubbles away, then he kissed my inner thighs and told me how much he enjoyed my soft skin. His lips inevitably reached their destination, and I felt that hot, wet tongue gently parting the outer lips of my pussy. Then my inner lips were parted and he was probing wetly at my entrance. Oh, I think that feels even better than it did last night. I wonder if going over or having an orgasm, or whatever that was, is going to happen again. I hope that wasn't just a one-time thing. I'd sure be disappointed if it was, but I don't think I need to worry about that. I think I'm beginning to feel just a little of that special tingling already. His tongue explored a little inside me, then he stopped for a moment to tell me how much he liked the taste and feel of my pussy. He said it was tiny and delicious. After having his tongue in my vagina for a few minutes, he looked up at me and asked if I liked having my pussy kissed. I told him I thought it was just about the most wonderful thing in the world and that I wished he would please get back to it. As I hoped it would, John's tongue turned its attention to my button. I could feel it grow and harden as he licked it, and he stopped to tell me that I had the largest clitoris he had ever seen. I didn't know if he meant that was good or bad, and I didn't care right then. I took two handfuls of his hair to guide his mouth back to where I wanted it. After that, my thoughts weren't really coherent, just random reactions to what he was doing with his mouth on my clitoris. I didn't know where I was and didn't care. I tried to keep my eyes open and watch what he was doing, but I just couldn't He sucked and licked my button until the tingling was almost too much to bear. Then he stopped for a little while to let me come back down. Then he started all over again, and again. He got me to the point where I was almost crazy with wanting to come. Finally, he stopped and asked if I wanted to come. I think I said, 'Ungh.' He knew damned well that I needed a climax more than anything in the world, but he asked me several times if I was really, really sure. Finally, at long last he whispered, 'Just let it go, Diane. I'm not going to tease you any more.' He sucked my button between his lips and started licking the little head until I was totally insane with pleasure. I could feel that what had happened to me the night before was about to happen again, and this time I knew what was coming. Me. At least I knew enough to just let it happen. It was like a dam bursting inside me. I heard myself grunt loudly and maybe squeal a little, but I consciously had nothing to do with the sounds I was making. I probably made all sorts of noises as my entire body was carried away by wave after wave of pleasure. The big bells rang in my head, my ears roared, I saw red and yellow flashes even though my eyes were tightly closed. Ohh, My God ... I held his head tightly to me until those wonderful waves began to smooth out and let me come back down to some kind of sanity. I was panting as if I had been running laps, and I could feel my heart trying to pound right out of my chest. Wow, I thought I was going to faint or die or something. I opened my eyes, and John was looking up at me, a smile on his wet lips. He told me to get back into the tub where it was warm and turned on the hot water until it was as hot as when I first got in. He held me and kissed me, and his mouth had that distinctive taste from my pussy. I'm sure glad he likes my taste. I love that taste on him. I guess that's what Mom's magazines call 'oral sex.' I like 'pussy kissing' better. I don't care what it's called, it's wonderful. John said, 'I love your passion, Baby.' He held me and kissed me until I had more or less returned to normal then said he was going to give me a good washing. Did he ever! He took the soap and started with my shoulders, then reached around to wash my back clear down to my bottom. Then he washed each arm from shoulder to fingertip. When he got to my chest, I was very pleased that he spent a lot of time on my breasts, my nipples swelling again into headlights. He washed my underarms and my sides, and I was all clean above the waist. He then started on my legs, hip to tips of toes including between the toes. When he did the 'this little piggy' thing with my toes, I giggled. Then he had me stand up and he washed me very thoroughly from waist to crotch, including pussy and ...... umm ..... back there. He said, 'The cleanest pussy gets the most kisses.' In that case, I'm going to have the cleanest one in town. Miss Kitty sure likes getting kissed. When he was finished I sat back down and he rinsed me off. He then declared me clean and socially acceptable. I rewarded him with a long, deep kiss, using my tongue more than ever. This French kissing is pretty great. Either giving or receiving. Both at the same time is especially wonderful. I wonder if kissing is oral sex. Well, sort of, but not really. By then we had been in the bathtub for a long time and were sort of waterlogged. John said he had washed before I joined him in the tub. He told me to stay put and got out and dried himself. He wrapped a towel around his waist, then gave me his hand to help me out of the tub. I didn't even have to dry myself. John sat on the edge of the tub and I stood there while he dried me gently and thoroughly from head to toe, even the crack of my .......... behind. When I was nice and dry he put his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him. I was just the right height, and all he had to to was lean forward slightly and part his lips to get a nice mouthful of nipple. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, held it there, and started humming. It sounded like 'The Star Spangled Banner,' but it felt really good. Sort of a tickling but not quite. A tingly, exciting feeling. Indescribable, but good. John slid down to his knees and put his hands on my hips. Again the height was perfect and his lips were in the right place to kiss me just above my cleft. He slid his tongue into my cleft and the tip went along the length of my button. For the first time I was glad that hairless down there and that everything was out in front. Although I was standing with my legs together, his tongue had to trouble finding my clitoris. He licked my button until my legs started to tremble, then he stood up and took me into his arms. When John bent to kiss me, Herman was bulging his towel straight out like a tent pole. I stood on my tiptoes to be kissed and reached down to loosen the towel and let it fall to the floor. Then I put his big, warm penis straight up against my tummy and pressed myself against John to give Herman a nice comfy place to rest. I wiggled my middle a little bit to make sure he was comfortable. Herman was starting to throb between us when John broke our kiss and whispered into my ear, 'Are you absolutely, positively, a hundred percent sure that you don't want to be a virgin anymore, Sweetheart?' I was so absolutely, positively, a hundred percent sure that I couldn't even say anything. I just pulled him down to kiss me. I was so enthusiastic that out teeth clashed, but I didn't care. I don't think John cared, either. Finally. At last. Oh, this is scary. This is wonderful! _________________________________________ Feedback always welccome Votes, too Everyone over eighteen, of course Losing It Ch. 2 John picked me up and carried me through the door into the dark bedroom. He laid me gently down on the bed, kissed me, and went back into the bathroom for the candles. I slid under the covers while he put a candle on each of the bedside tables, and I pulled the covers aside for him. The room was cool, and the yellow flickering light of the candles was very romantic. This is like a scene in one of Mom's dumb Harlequin Romances. This is a lot better than any old book though. John slid in beside me, pulled the blanket over us, and took me into his arms. This is the first time we've ever been naked in bed together, and it's wonderful. I think an even bigger 'first' is about to happen. My all-time ultimate big one. My arms went around him, and my after-orgasm stupor was gone. I was suddenly alive again. More alive than ever before. The air in the room and the sheets were fresh and cool, and my lover's body was warm against me. I kissed him with not only my lips and tongue, but with every part of me I could get in contact with his big, warm, naked body. I kissed him madly, passionately, my front teeth clashing against his. He returned my kiss just as passionately, big, hot Herman poking my stomach. Our legs were intertwined as were our tongues. Each of us was trying to get as much in contact with the other as possible. He whispered that I had one last chance to keep my virginity, and that I'd better tell him right then, or it was going to be gone forever. I pressed my mouth to his and tried to shake my head 'no' at the same time. Oh, it's finally going to happen. I'm going to get my cherry popped. I took my mouth from his and used the only word that seemed right. 'Fuck me, Darling. Please. I've waited sooooo long.' Before he could reply I was kissing him again, rubbing my mound against Herman. He gently pushed me onto my back and turned to reach into the nightstand. He took out a little plastic bottle and squirted something onto his fingers. When I felt it at the entrance to my vagina it was very cold. I asked him what it was, and he said, 'It's called Astroglide, Baby. It's slippery and will make it easier for us the first time. It will probably hurt some, but this will help.' As he put more onto his finger and put it right into me, I said, 'I don't care if it hurts, just DO IT. FUCK ME, John, please!' The heat inside my pussy warmed the Astroglide, and I could feel it mingling with my own juices. John got himself between my legs and told me to open them wide and to pull my knees up. It would make it easier for him to enter me. I did as he said, and I could feel Herman's warm tip exploring for my entrance. Oh, my God, John's going to fuck me. I'm about to have my cherry popped and get fucked! Oh, I want it so much. Now, Darling, go ahead and hurt me. Fuck me. John reached between us and guided Herman's tip to the entrance to my body. Big, warm Herman seeking Miss Kitty. I might have giggled at the thought another time, but I was feeling anything but giggly. I lifted my hips to try to help, but John said to hold still and let him do it. I just got my knees up almost to his shoulders, trying to make myself easier to penetrate. I felt the tip enter me, hot and slippery from the Astroglide and my juices. John pushed, and I could feel him touch the obstruction about an inch inside my vagina. John seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said, 'This may hurt, Baby. If it does, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to stop now.' I was about to tell him to go ahead when he pushed hard into me, and stopped. He continued to push, and I could feel myself stretching and stretching and stretching . Then something gave way and there was a burning, tearing pain as something seemed to rip up in there. Although I tried not to, it really hurt and I know I cried out in pain. I couldn't help it. It hurt!. Suddenly, though, the pain was over and I just felt Herman inside me, big, hot, and wonderful. Ohh, my God! My cherry was just popped. John's fucking me. Oh, he feels huge! Oh, my God, it's wonderful! John held Herman still inside me, but I could feel him throbbing and jerking. Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful. John had his weight on his hands and we were really only touching where Herman and Miss Kitty were joined. I whispered that I wanted to be kissed, and he lowered himself to his elbows as I pulled him down with my arms and hands. Herman was in my pussy, his tongue was in my mouth, mine in his. My arms were around him, my legs open high and wide to him. Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful. We kissed for a long time, deeply and passionately with Herman still inside me. My pussy felt totally full of him and he was hot. I whispered, 'Is Herman all the way in.' John got back up with his weight on his hands and told me to put my hand down to feel. When I did I was astonished to feel at least half of Herman still outside, and the outer lips of my pussy were like rubber bands stretched tightly around the hardness of his penis. The inner lips were stretched so much that I couldn't even tell where they were. Where am I going to put the rest of him? I'm completely full, overflowing, and there's no room for more. I'm just not deep enough to take any more. Is this going to be enough for John? I hope so, because I know this is allI can take. Then John shoved hard, and I could feel something give way in there and heard kind of a 'crunch' from way up inside me. I heard it from the inside, not through my ears. Kind of like the way I can hear my teeth come together when I chew, but nobody else can hear it. It didn't really hurt, it was just a feeling that something broke or got moved, and things were never going to be quite the same up in there. Something inside me had been permanently rearranged. I still had my hand between us, and I felt for Herman, but he was gone! I could feel John's pubic hair pressed tightly against the outside of my pussy, but Herman had disappeared completely inside me. I thought I felt full before, but it was nothing like this! I'm being stretched inside, and it feels wonderful. Big, hot Herman made Miss Kitty stretch to take all of him. Herman won the battle. So did Miss Kitty, because she has all of Herman now. Oh, that feels soooo goooooood. I'm soooooo full of him and he's sooooooooo hot! John held still as Herman throbbed inside me, then he pulled back an inch or two and slowly slid Herman back in, all the way. Then he pulled back further and slowly slid back in, all the way. Then he pulled out so far that only Herman's head was still inside me. Then he slid slowly back in, all the way. Each time he put the full length in me, I could feel the tip push something out of the way so it could get past. I whispered, 'Darling, we're fucking, aren't we? You're fucking me with big, warm Herman, aren't you?' John said that we were definitely fucking and that my cherry had definitely been popped. Again, I would have giggled, but this was no time for it. Maybe getting fucked by big, warm Herman is going to cure me of giggling. John whispered, 'Oh, Baby, that's so good. Your little pussy feels like it was just made to fit me. Warm, soft, wonderful.' Then he pulled almost all the way out and pushed really hard, almost roughly back in to the limit of me and held Herman there, throbbing and jerking. I could feel a hot wetness spreading inside that hadn't been there before, and I asked John if he had climaxed. He said not a real orgasm, but enough to make him fill me up with semen and cool him down so he could go on longer without coming. I'm not sure what he means, but this isn't the time to discuss it. He's sliding in and out of my pussy, and he slides along my button every time he goes in. I'm full of his sperms now, it's really slippery and smooth, and if he keeps this up ..... I'm .... going........... tooooooo ....... Then, before I really knew it was going to happen, my dam suddenly burst. I heard myself grunt and moan, and I wrapped my legs around John's waist so I could pull myself up against Herman's thrusts. It was like I was trying to get even more of him, although I could hardly take what I already had. It wasn't the same kind of orgasm I had when he licked my button. This came from way up inside and was overpowering. A hundred times stronger, a million! I got the roaring in my head, I could feel myself gritting my teeth, my eyes were tightly closed, red and yellow flashes inside them. I was holding John with my arms and legs, and I was having an ORGASM. Long, straining, crying out, wonderful, fabulous ORGASM. No thoughts, no emotions, hearing nothing but the bells going crazy in my head, seeing nothing but flashes inside my eyes. No room for feelings other than ORGASM. I don't know how long my climax lasted, but I don't think I could have stood that kind of intensity for another second. As I came down, feelings and recognition returned, and I could feel John kissing my cheek and whispering, 'I love you,' in my ear. I took my legs from around his waist, said,' I love you,' and pulled him to me for a long, deep kiss. John raised back up on his hands and started sliding Herman in and out of me with long, slow strokes. Each time, he pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in, all the way. I said, 'I want to feel,' and I reached down between us. John pulled Herman all the way out and slid him up my mound. I felt the length of him with my fingers, and he was very hard and hot, the skin silky smooth. He was also very wet and slippery from the Astroglide, John's semen, and my juices. Oh, my Herman is wonderful. So big and warm, just made to slide into my pussy. I think he was made especially for me. I took him in my hand, guided him back to my entrance, and felt with my fingers as he slid back in and disappeared into the depths of me. As he glided in and out, I kept my fingers there for a while, and It was sometimes hard to feel what was John and what was me; where I ended and he started. What a wonderful way to be, so close that I can't even tell who is who. My cleft was being forced so wide that it was in an 'O' shape rather than a split. The outer lips were tight around him and my button riding along the top of Herman. I loved the feel of myself opening for him each time he plunged back in After a while, just as I was starting to feel a little sore from all the rubbing Herman was doing at my entrance, John started breathing faster, and fucking me harder and faster. He was breathing like he had the previous night just before he had his climax in my mouth. I knew what was about to happen, and I could feel my own orgasm starting to build along with his. He whispered, 'Oh, Baby, I can't hold back any longer. I'm going to come.' He started stroking in and out of me hard, fast, and even a little roughly. It felt wonderful, and I was getting to close to my own climax when I felt Herman grow huge inside me and he plunged very hard and deep, moving whatever that was deep inside me roughly aside as he stretched me more than ever before. John moaned into my ear, and he thrust Herman way up inside me, throbbing and jerking. I know what's happening deep inside my vagina, I felt it in my mouth last night when he had his climax. Herman is huge, throbbing, jerking, and he's gushing semen into me. That thought, coupled with what I was feeling almost caused my dam to burst, but John's orgasm was coming to an end, and I never quite got there. I'm glad my dam held that time. It's already burst once tonight (twice if I count my orgasm in the bathtub), and it was wonderful to feel John have his climax inside me. If I was having one at the same time, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy his. I hope this was half as wonderful for him as it was for me. I seem to get as much of a thrill from his passion and pleasure as I do from my own. Almost. John and I were both breathing as if we had run a mile when he lowered himself to his elbows to kiss me. It felt so good to put my arms around his big shoulders, run my hands over his smooth back, and open my mouth for our kiss. I could feel that Herman had shrunk a lot inside my vagina, and he kind of popped out while we were kissing. John got from between my legs, trailing a very wet Herman across my thigh as he lay beside me. He put his arm around me, and I turned on my side, nestled myself against him, and lay my head on his shoulder. We didn't say anything for quite a while, and I just lay there in kind of a wonderful afterglow. We did it, and it was wonderful! He made me big enough inside to take all of big, warm Herman. Oh, how I loved it. I never really understood why people make such a big deal of sex, but I sure do now! I can't believe that a few days ago I thought it was just something I had to do to get close to John. Oh, I love him so much, and in a way I never could have before. I could feel a stream running out of my pussy and down the crack of my behind, and it was making a little puddle under me. John turned to me and told me he loved me, and after a kiss, said he wanted to get up and to the bathroom. I decided I had better clean myself up before the puddle beneath me became a lake. I got out of bed to go to my room and use the bathroom. As soon as I stood up semen started streaming out me and running down my thigh. I cupped my hand under my pussy to catch it so it wouldn't dribble onto the carpet and walked spraddle legged to my bathroom. By the time I got there, I had about half a handful and the river had flowed all the way down my thigh to my knee. I looked at what was in my hand, and there was the same stuff I had swallowed, wiped off my face, and gotten in my hair the night before. This time, though, it was a pinkish color from getting my cherry popped. At this thought I couldn't help but giggle, the first time since before our bath. It's strange that what we just did was the most pleasurable thing I ever experienced, but I sure didn't feel a bit like laughing or giggling while it was happening. It was better than a hundred Disneylands, but I didn't even want to smile. That pleasure was way, way too serious for any laughing or giggling. I cleaned myself up with a damp washcloth. I put the washcloth with John's semen and my blood on it aside to dry. I knew John would never miss it, and I wanted to keep it as a souvenir of getting my cherry popped. As if I would ever need anything to remind me ot that. When I used the towel on my split, I had to be very careful because it felt sore. I guess big, warm Herman rubbed Miss Kitty a little raw. It was sore enough so I had to kind of blot it dry rather than rubbing. I wanted to find out what big, warm Herman had done to my vagina, so I slid my finger in. It was huge in there and still slippery with John's semen. Kind of like putting my finger into a warm pudding. I couldn't get a Tampax Junior in before, but I'll bet a Super would go in now. It would probably slide right back out, too. I wonder if I'll be this way permanently. As long as I was in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth. When I got back to the bedroom, John wasn't there. I got my robe and slippers on and found him standing on the patio, smoking a cigarette. I came to him and he gently took me into his arms and gave me a lovely kiss. Smokey, but lovely. I just put my head on his chest and held him, he felt so good. We didn't even say anything. When he had finished his cigarette, he took me by the hand and led me to bed. He kissed me on the shoulders as he helped me off with my robe, and I got into bed and under the covers while John blew out the candles. It was pitch dark when he slid into bed beside me. I hope he doesn't make me put on his PJ shirt. I want to sleep skin to skin with him tonight. John lay on his back with his arm around me, and I was on my side with my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. 'John, Darling?' I whispered. 'Yes, Baby.' 'Is big warm Herman happy?' 'Well, Herman's not so big now, but he's very, very happy. How's Miss Kitty?' I giggled a little and whispered, 'She's better than she's ever been. Bigger, too. She's kind of sore and bled a little, though. I'm sorry if I ruined your sheets.' 'Diane, Baby, please don't ever say you're sorry for something that happened while we were making love. The hell with the sheets, as long as you're okay. Besides, I already cleaned up the wet spot we made. I'm the one that should be sorry, because I hurt you.' 'It only hurt for a few seconds. Besides, it was in a good cause, wasn't it? 'The best of causes, Baby.' 'Darling, I'm sorry I said that word. You know, the f-word.' 'Diane, you shouldn't be sorry for that. Sometimes that word needs to be used, and there isn't any word to substiture for it. I don't think it's a swear word when you say it like that. It's a great word at the right time. It seems very appropriate when you're fucking or about to.' I laughed and said, 'I think you're right. It was the perfect word for what I wanted to say. Mom would wash my mouth out with soap if she heard me say that. John, can we do that a lot now? Can we do it all the time?' 'Your mom would do more than wash your mouth out with soap if she knew what we just did. I don't even want to think what she and your dad might do to me. As for making love, it's probably up to Herman how often we do it, but I'd like to make love to you a lot. Herman can't just do it continually, you know.' 'Why not? I'd like you to do it to me again right now. I'm afraid I'm kind of sore, though, and it would probably hurt.' 'Sweetheart, a penis just doesn't work that way. It takes time to recover. Besides, if we tried to do it too often, we would both be so sore we wouldn't be able to do it for a long time. I'm rubbed a little raw, myself. Your little pussy is so tight that there's a lot of friction. Wonderful friction. How about at least once a day and twice on Sundays?' 'That would be okay, I guess. Especially since tomorrow's Sunday. Well, it's after midnight, so I guess Sunday's here already. You said 'at least once a day.' I hope that means there's no upper limit on how many times we can do it. John, did I do the right things when .... I mean ... Well, was Miss Kitty good for Herman? It seemed like you did almost all the work and everything.' 'Baby, your little pussy was wonderful. It was like hot velvet. Herman is going to want to see a lot of Miss Kitty in the days to come.' ' She's different now, though. I mean I'm really big inside. Big, warm Herman made a huge change in there. I hope I'm not going to stay like that. I put my finger in there and hardly touched the sides.' 'I'm sure that you'll be as good as new in the morning. Minus a little thing that isn't there anymore.' 'Yeah,' I giggled, 'my cherry. I hope I'm not too sore to do it tomorrow. John, Lover, my first time, our first time was perfect. It only hurt for a moment, I had a wonderful climax, and I got to feel you come inside me. It was perfect, wonderful, and I'll never forget it. Thank you for being such a wonderful lover and teacher.' John whispered, 'Sweetie, I don't think you need to should thank me for that. Besides, I might be a lousy lover, and you just don't have anything to compare me with. Anyway, how could I be less than wonderful when I made love to you. You are the sweetest, warmest, and most enthusiastic little bundle of love that I've ever encountered.' I asked if we could sleep naked together, and he said that sounded like a good idea. We had a long, lovely kiss and exchanged 'I love yous' and 'goodnights.' He had me turn on my side and we were like spoons, me in front this time, his warm breath on my neck. I decided I was going to stay awake and go over all the marvelous experiences I'd had on that wonderful day, the biggest day in my whole life. I don't think I got past remembering breakfast. Losing It Ch. 2 __________________________________________ Feedback always welcome Votes, too Everyone over eighteen, of course