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My First

By: brokendarkone



The early morning sun came beaming through my window, calling me to greet the day. I stretched, then drew my knees up and let the fall opening up my already wet center. My fingers slipped past the waistband on my creamy baby yellow pajamas. Time to start my morning.

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A few days earlier I had been at a doctor's office just for a check-up so I could try out for cheerleading and while watching everyone else read the magazines decided I should find something to do as well. I walked over to the magazine and pamphlet rack. I noticed tucked down in amongst them was a small almost book-like pamphlet. I picked up and saw that it was about safe sex. Our school didn't cover sex at all let alone sex. I picked it up and went to the bathroom. I tucked it in my pocket, came out, and grabbed a Reader's Digest as I walked back by the rack to my seat. 

Late that night I pulled out the book and devoured it. It talked about condoms and dental dams and being gay or bi or straight the stuff that my friends and I had already whispered over late at night at sleepovers. The very last thing it covered was masturbation. It even had pictures. I read and reread that book in a course of about two days I think I read it close to 40 times. Before bed on the 2 day I decided I was going to try it. 

I locked my door and grabbed some lotion. Oddly enough I read the ingredients on the bottle and noticed that alcohol was one of the top five in that lotion and I thought that it might burn and instead grabbed some baby oil. I slicked up a finger and began circling my clit. I teased my nipples with the other hand. I spent about 15 minutes rubbing my clit before becoming frustrated and giving up. I spent the next two days being annoyed and horny as hell. 

A few days later I was back in my room with the baby oil. This time the time seemed to fly by. I knew what was coming this time. The heat low in my belly, the coiling and tightening in my belly. After a little while I didn't need the baby oil I simply collected the moisture pooling at my center. I plucked at my nipples and slipped a finger deep inside me center. I moaned softly mentally reminding myself to be keep quiet. 

It wasn't long before my pussy began the rhythmic squeezing I have come to love. I cupped myself hoping to contain the bliss of my first orgasm.

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I pulled at my dusty rose colored nipples. Softly at first and then stretching my hard puffy pebbles. I circled my clit and plunged my fingers inside, circle and dip, circle and dip. I was teasing myself, drawing out my orgasm. I let it sneak up on me, it rolled through my body making my toes curl and my eyes roll back into my head. I loved having my mornings to myself.

I climbed out of bed and jumped in the shower. I took a quick since it had taken me so long this morning. I drove to school for an early morning Marching Band rehearsal, a typical Friday. We had a brief pep talk about having a good show and then our band teacher introduced a new girl, Abby. She would join the percussion section and be in the pit for the show as our line was already full and our show blocked out. 

We gathered our stuff and started to walk down to the practice field. Abby caught up with us and proceeded to introduce herself. She was thin with short dark hair, and bright blue eyes. Her smile was quick and she had infectious laugh. She circled around to walk and talk with me, as during marching season I was one of two girls on the line and Tiff was tuning her quads. We joked for a bit, and got general information from each other. She was in my grade and pretty pissed about moving during her senior year. We talked about our classes and found out we had a lot of the same classes including our next hour. 

We walked to class together and over the next few weeks became un-separable. It wasn't long before our conversations drifted to sex. 

"What do you mean you've never been kissed," Abby said.

We were in the middle of gym class, "Not so loud, " I said, "It's not that hard to understand. Look at the guys here. " 

We laughed about that and went back to walking in circles for what our coach was calling a track session. Later as we changed out of our clothes and Abby and I slipped into the bathroom and did our make-up we discussed my virgin status. She kept tossing my sideways glances. After school we loaded up into my car. 

"So are you a lesbian," Abby asked.

I was shocked. I looked over at her and laughed. I started to drive before I actually answered. "No I'm pretty sure I'm not." 

She looked momentarily crushed before we were back to our joking selves. There was an out of town game so we had the weekend to ourselves. Abby was staying over and we goofing off in the basement. We started talking and that's when she revealed that she had transferred because she was a lesbian and she and her girlfriend had had a fight and she had told everyone about Abby who immediately became the target of general high school stupidity. She'd left to start over and when I had said the comment about the guys at our school she'd gotten excited. 

"High school is so stupid," I said, " but you shouldn't have to hide who you are because of it. I'm not gay but I can't say the thought of kissing a girl hasn't crossed my mind. I would be proud to call you my girlfriend." 

We hugged and got ready for bed. We were in sitting on my bed when Abby leaned in to kiss me. She had on mint flavored lipgloss, her lips were soft and teasing. She parted mine with slow strokes of her tongue. I smiled into the kiss and started kissing her back. She reached up and stroked my cheek before her fingers pushed up and threaded through my hair. She pulled me closer and I felt myself getting nervous. She must have felt it too because she slowly started to pull away. Our tongues tangled and tasted each other before finally pulling apart. 

"Now," Abby said, "You've been kissed."

"I'm glad you were my first," I whispered back. 

Later that night I was awakened by Abby's hands brushing over my body. Her hands cupped by breast. I smiled and arched into her palms. I was rewarded with her pinching my nipples. She kissed me along the nape of my neck and towards my ear where she nibbled softly. 

"I want you so bad," she whispered as one hand drifted down toward my pajama bottoms. Her fingers teased along the line of skin just above them before sinking beneath the elastic tie, "you don't wear panties?" 

I shook my head, "Not at night." Abby responded with "Such a naughty girl...I've dreamed about tasting you." At that her fingers sank into my heated sex. I moaned. She pulled her fingers back, and used one to tease my lower lip and then she licked the other clean. 

She rolled me on to my back and we started kissing. Her hands were everywhere and I tentatively began exploring her. She moaned and gasped as I played with her nipples and so I repeated the action several times. We somehow managed to remove our clothes, and were pressing our naked flesh against each other. We giggled and then she started kissing me. 

This time I kissed back long and hard pulling her towards me hungry for the taste of her mouth. I she pulled back and started kissing her way towards my right breast she circled the nipple before drawing the nipple deep into her mouth. As her mouth teased my nipples her fingers worked slowly over wet pussy.

"Your so wet," she said. All I could do was nod. Her fingers worked slowly in and out of me for a while before her tongue left a burning trail towards my heated center. She licked me slowly teasing in and out of me as my hips wiggled and danced. It wasn't long before I was cumming all over her tongue my fingers laced in her hair. 

After I had calmed down I told her I wanted to do the same for her. 

She decided she wanted to 69 because she wanted to taste me again. Her pussy was neatly trimmed her dark hair standing out against her pale flesh and making her pink center pop. I licked her taste clinging to my tongue. She was salty, and sweet. I smiled and breathed in her musky scent. I felt clumsy as I tasted her and then remembered the things that had made me feel so good and tried to imitate her. Soon we were both cumming. We tangled ourselves in each others arms.

My First



His lips trail a fiery path down my body. They start at my breasts and end at my core.  His mustache tickles my thigh as he moves lower. I'm clutching the sheets so tight in anticipation. Nobody has even done this to me before, and I'm eager to feel the sensations I've only dreamed of.

He teases me by placing small kisses on the top of my thighs, but makes no move to do what I really want. I wiggle my hips and lift them up. When I lower them back down, I see the arrogant smirk on his face. I would be mad, but there's no point. He probably needs some validation that I really want to do this.

His hands slowly caress my body, making me want him even more. He's trying to be gentle, and I love it. I also hate it because I want him so badly. He promised me so much pleasure, and I want him to deliver it.

His right hand reaches the triangle in between my legs. It touches the landing strip of hair I have before running down the seam of my lips. A moan escapes my lips.

He takes this as an invitation to use his tongue. Warm, wet flesh grazes my clit, and I practically come apart. He does it again, and I reward him with a groan. His finger touches me there, pulling me open so he can have better access.

Gone is the gentleman from earlier, and here is a man whom I've only seen glimpse of. Licking, sucking, nibbling at my core, he attacks me with ferocity.

I'm twisting and turning on the bed. The room feels too hot, and I'm ready to explode. My hips are thrashing about as I receive the most intense pleasure I have ever felt. I feel hand press down on my hips, and I realize he is trying to keep me still.

I try to limit my movements, but then I feel a single thick finger slide into me. It's a slight discomfort at first, but with him licking my clit, pleasure takes over rather fast.

I can feel the sensations building in me as he continues to use his mouth and finger to pleasure me. My mind is empty of all thoughts except achieving that orgasm. I want it so badly, and he knows it. He slips in a second finger, making me wince a bit. I quickly adjust to the feeling, and I'm headed towards the finish line once again.

Right as I'm about to achieve that glorious moment, he stops. He lifts his head and removes his fingers. I have never felt so empty and void in my life.

He moves up my body and plants his hands on either side of my face. I close my eyes to avoid his gaze.

"Look at me," he commands. His voice leaves no room for argument, so I open my gray eyes to stare directly into his brown ones. There's softness in his eyes and some unrecognizable emotion. I know my eyes are glazed with lust, and that's all I want him to see.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks. I nod eagerly and arch up against him to prove my point. He seems unresponsive to my gesture. His eyes continue to stare into mine. He's serious.

"It will hurt, and once I start, I might not be able to stop," he warns. I lean up to kiss him hungrily, and finally he responds.

I pull back to answer him. "I really want this. I know it's going to be painful, but I want it."

He seems to be content with that answer and covers my lips with his. His mustache and beard scratch my skin, but I don't care. His lips are firm and skilled. His tongue strokes mine and caresses it. I want him so badly. And from the thing prodding my thigh, I can tell he wants me too.

He settles his hips over mine, and I feel his erection nudging at my entrance. I take a deep breath and tense up as I feel pressure. He stops as soon as he feels my reaction.

He breaks our kiss and says, "It will hurt less if you relax." He moves his hand to my back and starts stroking it in small circles. It's comforting, and I try not to think about the upcoming pain.

I feel the head of his member push into me, and I force myself to remain calm. He's stretching me so wide. I didn't consider him to be that big, but it feels like that thought is wrong.

As he pushes farther into me, it really starts to hurt. I dig my nails into his skin to make him the feel the pain I was experiencing. One final push, and he's all the way in.

It hurts so much, I can barely breathe. It feels like he's tearing me apart. Tears come out of eyes and fall down my face. He kisses them away, and I feel slightly touched at the gesture.

"I'm sorry," he whispers in my ear. "I'll make it better." He pulls out a little and reaches his hand in between our bodies.

His fingers find my clit, and his lips find my breast. I'm still stinging from his entry, but this attention feels good. He circles my clit with his finger which makes me hips involuntarily jerk. It makes him slide all the back in, and I bite my lip from the pain.

"Ow," I mutter. His lips suck my nipple and his tongue generates an amazing sensation. I slowly rock against him even though it hurts. I want the pain to end. I want to be able to enjoy my first time.

"The pain will go away soon enough. Until then, just feel." He pulls out of me completely, and then slowly sinks back in. This time it feels different. The friction feels delicious.

"Again," I murmur. He pulls out and thrusts back in. I moan at the feeling.

"I've been waiting for this for years. I've been fantasizing about fucking you since you started working for me," he whispers as moves his member into me faster.

I'm meeting him thrust for thrust, and soon we find ourselves in a rhythm. He keeps his hand on my clit, pinching it hard. It helps get rid of the rest of the pain, and soon I find myself crashing over the edge.

He doesn't stop even as I come back to consciousness. He's still moving inside of me. I feel another orgasm building, and I don't even fight it.

A few more minutes of panting and thrusting, and we're both careening over the edge. I feel his cum filling me up. I'm on the pill, and we're both clean. Plus, he wanted me to feel the real thing my first time. I love it. Hopefully, we can do this more often.

He stays inside me for a few minutes, regaining his composure. I'm almost ready to go again, but as he pulls out of me, I can feel myself growing sore.

He sees me wince and kisses me on the cheek. "You'll be sore for about a week. You should try soaking in a bathtub. I hear it helps."

I attempt to laugh, but I'm too exhausted. Instead I turn away from him and let myself rest. I don't know if he's going to kick me out now that we did the deed.

I feel a hand caress my back. He's probably tracing the tattoos on my back.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks. I'm tempted to ignore him.

"I'm sore and achy. I'm pretty sure if I try to walk, I'll be in a world of pain."

"I can help with that," he says and leaves the bed. I hear him grabbing stuff in the bathroom, and then I hear the water running.

Shortly, he returns to the bed. He rolls me onto my back and opens my legs.

I sit up and look at him. "What are you doing?" I ask. He has a small bowl filled with water and a washcloth.

"Taking some of the sting away. Just lay back and relax, it won't take long."

I sit back and watch him. He dips the washcloth in the water and presses the cloth to my entrance.

The warm water against my vagina feels so good, so I moan. I swear his ears perk up, but he continues to apply the water to my area.  He does his best to clean me as well. Then he grabs a bottle and squeezes some substance onto his fingers.

He slides a finger inside me and applies the lotion-like substance to my walls. It has a cooling effect that makes me groan in relief. I start to get turned on again and move my hips against his finger.

"Stop," he says. "I'm trying to take away the pain. If you keep moving, I'll end up fucking you again. And you need to rest."

As much it pains me to do so, I stop. Once he removes his finger, I feel better.

"Thank you," I say weakly. He presses his lips to my forehead.

"Spend the night. Rest up. You can leave tomorrow, if you want."

"If I want?" I ask with a smile. He shrugs.

"I could use the company."

"I'll still be sore tomorrow," I add. He shrugs again.

"I know that. We don't have to have sex. Just hang out," he suggests.

"Sure," I say and turn back onto my side. Exhaustion overwhelms me, and I slip into a deep sleep. 



My First



My first time? You really want to hear about that? Well it's going back a bit but give me a moment to gather my thoughts and I'll tell you what happened....

Jack (that's me) and his girlfriend, Jill (OK, so I'm not very imaginative with names -- so sue me), were both eighteen and like all eighteen year olds they knew it all. They might both still be virgins but they knew all about sex. They'd seen the pictures and read the books, the whole sex ed. thing, and they knew what was what. They'd even experimented a bit with some heavy petting and touching when they thought they could get away with it, which wasn't often the way the parents kept on at them. Jill was on the pill, and eventually their time would come.

Anyway, it was the holiday season and they were at this farm or dude ranch or whatever you like to call it. You know the sort of place. You go out and pretend to be a yokel for a few weeks and get bored out of your mind, bruised in body and looking forward to going to university or college, just to get out of this hell hole you'd been consigned to.

This particular afternoon, by the clever expedient of falling off that damned horse and claiming a broken leg, Jack was excused the afternoon roundup, and Jill had offered to stay and nurse him. (She hated riding too, but wasn't game to fall of the horse and claim an injury. Too far to fall, she reckoned.) So the staff and suckers all went galloping off over the horizon while Jill escorted poor Jack to the first aid centre, where the broken leg rapidly healed until it resembled a twisted ankle, and not very twisted at that. 

This left Jack and Jill with a few free hours to fill, so they decided to explore the place. One place of interest was the stables. They seemed especially large and empty now that all the horses were gone and J&J wandered around looking over all the yokel type stuff. Jack spotted this ladder at the end of the stable and naturally looking up to see where it went, he spotted the hay loft. You know the sort of place. Just like a big shelf where they stored their extra bits and pieces and of course, feed for the horses. Oats and grain or whatever, and hay. Lots of hay. Several rolls were there, but a couple of those rolls had been broken down and were just loose piles.

"Do you suffer from hay-fever, Jill," asked Jack with a grin.

When she turned to look at him he jerked his thumb upward and then indicated the ladder. Jill grinned back at him and then scooted up the ladder with Jack close behind. Pretty soon they were ensconced in the hay, making out. Still a couple of innocents at this stage, so think kissing and a bit of groping when you try to imagine what they were doing.

Seeing that they were on holiday, Jill actually let Jack go just that little bit farther than normal, with the result that he was able to unbutton her shirt and slip her bra up. For the first time he could actually see the twin treasure that he'd dreamed about but rarely been able to touch. As far as J&J were concerned, comparing this to chasing cows from a horse? No contest.

Things were moving along nicely as far as Jack was concerned, although Jill was having a few doubts but willing to go with the flow. For now anyway. Then came the interruption.

Suzy came waltzing into the stables. How to describe Suzy? According to Jack, wow! According to Jill, that bitch! (You will note that they both describe her with exclamation marks. She was that type of girl.

Suzy was gorgeous. Blonde, stacked (and didn't she know it), really nice figure that she delighted in showing of in tight jeans or tighter shorts and skimpy little tops that were almost, but not quite, indecent. She was a natural flirt and cosied up to every man on the place. She'd even flirted with Jack once, leaving him tongue-tied and Jill furious.

As I said, Suzy came waltzing into the stable, looking all around. She was wearing sandals, a pair of her tight little shorts and one of those nearly indecent tops. She had legs that seemed to go on forever, but when they did eventually finish there was a sight for sore eyes, and any male in her vicinity would stop and look. Jack was in the vicinity and he was looking, much to Jill's disgust.

"She's a tart," hissed Jill in Jack's ear. "If she's wearing anything under that outfit it's more than I can tell."

"She's harmless," Jack whispered back. "We'll just lie here quietly until she goes again.

"What's she doing here, anyway," grumbled Jill. "I've never seen her on a horse yet."

Jack grinned. "I'd love to see her mounted," he said ambiguously, getting a swift dig in the ribs from an irked Jill.

J&J lay low, watching Suzy wander around, confident they couldn't be seen.

"Carl?" called Suzy. "Are you in here?"

"No, sweetheart," rumbled a voice from the door. "Carl couldn't make it. He's had to ride out to the south pasture and so I've come in his place."

The inhabitants of the stable all turned their heads to look at the newcomer. There, filling the doorway (and it was a large door), was Logan, one of the ranch hands.

OK. A description for Logan. A walking tank, from Jack. A gorilla, from Jill. Suzy had been known to refer to him as that dumb ox, which wasn't really fair as Logan was really quite intelligent. He just didn't look it.

Logan stood six foot six in his bare feet. (The cowboy boots added another four of five inches.) He weighed about 250 pounds, and none of it was fat. He also had a face that looked as though it had been the target of a herd of mules holding a kicking contest. He was really ugly. He was also extremely good with animals, and was often on call as the vet's assistant. He only worked at the ranch during the holidays, being enrolled at the University studying veterinary science.

"What are you doing here?" demanded Suzy, "and where's Carl?"

"I just answered both those questions," pointed out Logan. "Don't you listen? Carl is heading towards the south pasture and I'm his replacement."

"His replacement for what?" asked Suzy. "And why would he stand me up to go to the south pasture? What's out there, anyway?"

"You do have questions, don't you," observed Logan. "He's going to the south pasture because I told him to. What's at the south pasture will be Carl and a lot of work for him to do. Carl was coming here because he was of the understanding that you were going to fuck him, but was quite willing to go to work when I told him you wouldn't be fucking him today."

"What makes you think that Carl thought I was going to fuck him, as you so crudely put it? And why do you think I wasn't?"

"More questions," muttered Logan. "Carl was under that impression probably because you gave him that impression. I explained that if he came down to the stable to meet you it would be with a broken arm, and that he'd be much safer riding out. He saw the wisdom of my words and left. I knew that you wouldn't actually fuck the poor bastard as you're getting such a kick out of teasing the men and setting them against each other. Now, have you any more questions before I get down to business?"

"I've never been so insulted," gasped Suzy. "How dare you infer such things about me. And what's this business that you mentioned."

"I kind of figured that you'll keep stirring up the boys until someone takes you in hand and screws your arse off. Since I seem to be the only one who can handle you I thought it would be best to come down and attend to it myself."

"Attend to what yourself?" demanded a furious Suzy.

"Fucking you, of course. What the hell did you think I meant?"

"You've got high hopes," said Suzy with a sneer. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've other places to go."

"No."

"What?"

"I said NO. You really should listen when people talk to you."

"I heard what you said. I just didn't believe it? And what do you mean by it anyway?" Suzy was almost dancing on the spot, she was so pissed off at this oaf. Coming and ruining a bit of harmless fun. God he had a nerve.

"You really are a dumb blonde, aren't you?" sighed Logan. "When I said no, it meant that you're not leaving here until after I've fucked you. Currently, I haven't even taken your clothes off. You will note," he added, jerking his thumb towards the loose-box next to them, "that Carl has placed some straw there and covered it with a nice blanket. Thoughtful of him wasn't it. Now why don't you hop in there and start taking of your clothes."

Logan advanced on Suzy, preventing her from passing him, and as she back-peddled he effortlessly steered her into the loose-box, following her in and closing the door behind him.

Watching this Jack stirred, and started to rise. Jill promptly grabbed him and held him in place. "What do you think you're going to do?" she whispered quietly.

"I'm going to let them know we're here," Jack muttered back. "That way Logan will have to back off and leave Suzy alone."

"Don't be an idiot. Just stay here and watch. This could get interesting. I very much doubt that Logan will have to rape Suzy. She's been begging for someone to take her for a while."

Down in the loose-box Suzy was nervous but defiant. "I'm not taking of my clothes and I'm not going to have sex with you," she said firmly, though fairly sure that this statement would have no effect on this ox who appeared to have cornered her.

"Well, I can always take of your clothes when I'm ready," said Logan generously, "and you are going to have sex with me. Very shortly, too." Even while he was talking he was already starting to undress himself. 

Stripping quickly it was immediately obvious that Logan was ready for action. I believe I mentioned earlier that Logan was a very large man. Did I mention that he also had very large hands and feet? He did. And other appendages to match, it turned out.

Now nude and watching Suzy carefully, Logan could see she was eyeing him, or part of him, with a shocked look.

Up above, J&J were also noting Logan's size. Jack a little wistfully, while Jill felt a burning deep inside and an immense curiosity about male parts and how big they grew. She nudged Jack. "Does yours grow that big?"

"No," growled Jack. "Mine's big enough, but no-one's grows that big. You're just imagining it."

Jill fought to hold down a giggle, not wanting to disturb the couple below, but her hand wandered down to gently rub between her legs, trying to ease the feelings there. She didn't object when Jack quietly slipped his hand under hers and also gently rubbed her.

Suzy had backed away from Logan, and was standing against the wall.

"You're not thinking of sticking that thing in me, are you?" she quavered. "It would split me in two."

"You worry too much. You'll be surprised at how well you will fit onto it. Now it's time for you to decide. You can take of what little you are wearing, and then I'll start getting you ready for a nice ride. Alternatively, you can just stand there and I'll pick you up, yank off those things and plunk you straight down on my cock. You can see it's ready for you. So, what's it going to be?"

"You not really going to do this, are you?" pleaded Suzy.

"Yes. You need to learn what happens when you keep teasing the men. Better me than someone who might hurt you. I'll give you to the count of three to start stripping, then I take over." Logan smiled at her, and Suzy cringed internally, knowing that she couldn't stop what was going to happen.

"One," started Logan, and watched as Suzy capitulated, lifting her top over her head, revealing her lovely breasts. 

Logan reached out a hand and gently cupped one of the breasts, stroking the nipple with his thumb. Then he stepped back again, his eyes dropping significantly to her shorts. Suzy gulped and undid the buttons, loosening them, and started wriggling them down.

I mentioned that they were tight shorts, didn't I? Yes, I thought I had. Have you ever seen a girl trying to take of really tight shorts? It seems to take forever. Logan obviously thought so as he growled and asked if Suzy wanted a hand. By this stage Suzy had completely reconciled herself to the fact that she about to be royally screwed, so having Logan pull off her shorts made no difference. She nodded, and Logan reached over, took hold of her shorts and pulled them firmly down.

Now the pair above could see Suzy in all her natural beauty. Jill hissed quietly in Jack's ear, "I said that she wasn't wearing undies," while Jack took Jill's hand and pressed it against his own rampant member. Jill felt it cautiously and murmured to him, "You may not be as large as Logan but it still feels pretty impressive. I'll have to take a look at it later." Jack just smirked. He'd already decided that she'd be doing more than just looking.

Logan reached over and took Suzy's hand, placing it on his cock. Her little hand looked absurdly small clasping him, but she didn't hesitate, holding him firmly and starting to run her hand slowly up and down. 

Logan let her play, moving his own hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing them and teasing the nipples erect. Leaning down he placed his mouth on one, suckling softly, while rolling her nipple around with his tongue.

His hands dropped to her groin, cupping her smooth pussy and squeezing. He started rubbing his hand back and forth along her slit, sometimes softly, sometimes firmly, switching to a rough rubbing and then back to a gentle soothing motion. He could now feel her rubbing her pubic area against him, pushing her pussy more firmly into his hand, easing her legs apart as his fingers parted her lips and dipped inside. "Oh, god," gasped Suzy, feeling a large finger slide up into her vagina. "That feels as though you've already entered me."

"Calm down, honey," said Logan. "I'm just preparing the way."

Then, with his hand covering her pussy but his finger deeply inside her, Logan lifted Suzy, feeling her squirm against his hand as he tilted her over and laid her on the blanket Carl had so thoughtfully provided. 

Now lying on her back and looking at where Logan was kneeling between her thighs, Suzy started to panic. She couldn't handle something that big, she decided. Time to leave. 

Suzy frantically twisted over onto her hands and knees, intending to rise and put space between her and that throbbing monster threatening her, but Logan was too fast. He reached down and caught her legs effortlessly, each hand holding a knee as he help Suzy's legs apart and lifted her off the ground. Suzy found herself with her hands pressed against the ground holding her up while Logan was standing behind her, holding her in the air. "It's like we're in a wheelbarrow race" she thought, giggling in spite of her fears.

As J&J watched enthralled, Logan lifted Suzy slightly higher, spreading her thighs a little more while his massive member began its assault on her secret citadel. His marauding hands had already breached the gate and examined the passage, ensuring it was large enough for the army to follow, and now Logan moved forward.

Suzy squealed as she felt Logan's cock pushing its way past her lips and into her passage. She frantically twisted against it, hoping that he'd reconsider, but knowing as she felt its steady advance that there was no hope of that. He had said he was going to screw her and screwing her he was. Suzy felt her vagina stretching, lengthening, her natural juices providing the lubricant required to ease the entry.

Logan plunged deeper, enjoying the feel of Suzy wrapped around his cock, enjoying the sensations she was sending through him as she squirmed under his steady assault. All too soon, from his point of view, he was fully inside her, balls to the wall as it were. Now he waited a bit, letting Suzy adjust properly to him.

J&J were still watching with great interest. This definitely beat sex ed. and the books they'd been given to read. "I didn't think he'd be able to put all that in her," said Jill quietly.

"Neither did Suzy," said Jack, trying not to laugh. "Did you see how she tried to wriggle away at the last moment?"

Jill nodded enthusiastically, clapping her hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh. "Serves her right. I wish I'd had a camera. What's he waiting for now?"

"Just giving Suzy time to get ready for what's about to happen," said Jack. "Look, there he goes."

Logan leaned harder against Suzy and told her, "I'm about to put you down now. I suggest you tuck your head onto your crossed arms and hold your bottom up high, as I'm about to tenderise your pussy like it's never been done before."

Suzy could recognize common sense when she heard it. She knelt down in accepted doggy fashion, head and shoulders low and bottom high, legs spread, presenting herself. She felt the first slow withdrawal, and then screamed as Logan came racing back into her, slapping his balls hard against her pussy.

Now Logan settled down to some hard pounding, his cock slapping hard into Suzy's tight little pussy, while his balls merrily spanked her outer lips with each thrust. Suzy was continuing to scream with each thrust, not loudly or with pain, but with soft appreciation of the tenderising she was getting, her small bottom lifting eagerly to meet each thrust. 

J&J watched fascinated as Logan relentlessly pounded Suzy, hearing her initial screams dwindling away to little gasps and mewling sounds as sexual satisfaction was forced upon her.

Even as they watched they suddenly saw Suzy shudder and heard her indistinct shriek as she jammed her hand against her mouth to muffle herself, not wanting to attract outside attention with too much noise. At the same time they heard Logan give a groan of relief, and saw him giving some short sharp strokes within Suzy. It was only a small step for the pair of them to realise that the protagonists had both had their climaxes.

Logan held Suzy firmly in place on his cock while they both recovered from their exertions. "You, Suzy, will stop teasing the men," said Logan. "If I catch you at it again I will drag you down here and give you another lesson, but that one will be preceded by a good spanking. Behave yourself and I'll invite you to my room to have dinner with me. OK?"

"Let's see if I've got this straight. If you think I'm misbehaving you'll drag me out here to this stable, beat me and fuck me. If I behave, I get to have dinner with you and then you'll probably fuck me anyway. Is that right?"

"That seems to cover it," said Logan. "What do you intend doing?"

"How hard do you spank?" asked Suzy curiously.

"Why not come to my room tonight for dinner and I'll show you," said Logan. "As part of the general ravishment I intend."

Suzy looked at him. "I'll see." She said. "Right now I'd better get dressed before someone comes looking for me."

"Me too," said Logan.

J&J stayed low watching, as first Suzy left and then Logan. They got a jolt as Logan stopped on reaching the door, turned and pointed to them, and waved.

Jill moved back with a short squeal. "Oh, my god. He knew we were there. And he did that to Suzy anyway?" she exclaimed.

"I don't care," said Jack. "Take off your jeans." (Remember me? I'm Jack. This is supposed to be about my first time. Not Logan or Suzy and from the show they put on it sure wasn't there first.)

"Very funny," replied Jill. 'You're not Logan and you're not dictating to me."

"Jill," said Jack in a reasonable voice. "Your hand is still holding my cock, which you have managed to extract from my pants." He smiled at Jill's startled gasp as she finally seemed to realise what she was doing. "On top of that you're naked from the waist up, and I can feel the heat from your pussy through your jeans." There was another startled gasp from Jill, and her hand flew up to cover her breasts. She kept the other one clutched tightly to his cock, Jack noticed with satisfaction. "Given those points and given that I want to fuck you right now it seems reasonable to me that you should take off you jeans."




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"I'm sorry, Jack," said Jill, "But I don't think I'm prepared to go that far just yet. I don't mind giving you a hand job or a blow job," she added hopefully.

"And I won't mind receiving them," said Jack, "another time. Now jeans off or I take them off."

"You wouldn't dare."

Jack shrugged and pressing his left hand against Jill's naked breasts he pushed her back until she was lying on her back. While doing this, his right hand had reached down and unsnapped the button at the top of the jeans fly and pulled on the zip. Jill hastily tried to push him away but Jack grabbed her jeans at the waist and pulled them towards her thighs and up at the same time, so she was lying on her shoulders with her legs in the air. 

Jill frantically snatched at her jeans, but Jack kept pulling them steadily, peeling them off her and revealing her long lovely legs to his lecherous eyes. "You give them back," cried Jill. "I said I'm not having sex with you."

Jack laughed. "And I said you were. Are you going to take off that excuse for a pair of panties or am I. They'll probably tear if I do it."

"You can't do this to me, Jack," protested Jill. "I thought you were my friend."

"I should hope so," said Jack. "You do realise you've taken hold of my cock again, hmmm?"

Jill looked down and swore, snatching her treacherous hand away from that enticing male member. She glared at Jack, but the way he stood there with his cock pointing at her told her that he was serious. He was going to fuck her whether she agreed or not.  

"Well?" queried Jack.

"Just wait a minute," snapped Jill. "I'm trying to decide. If I wasn't a virgin I think I'd make you rape me on principle, but as I am I suppose I'm just going to have to go along with you. I don't want to lose my virginity via rape."

"If it helps," said Jack, "I'm perfectly willing to bring you up here tomorrow and raping you, if it'll make you feel better."

Jill gave him a killing look while she stepped out of her thong panties, while a little thought played at the back of her mind, intrigued by the idea of having Jack rape her.

"Now what?" she asked, seeing that Jack was also naked by this stage. "Do you want me to get down doggie style so you can pretend I'm Suzy?"

"No. I want you flat on your back with your knees raised and spread. I want to see your face as I enter you and I want you to watch as my cock moves between your thighs and into your pussy."

Jill hesitantly lay back, watching as Jack slipped his hand over her pussy, spreading her lips and feeling inside her, making sure that she was as wet and ready as he expected. Satisfied, he moved his hand to either side of her lips, pulling them to the side and leaving the way clear for him to enter. "Take my cock and place it between your lips," he told Jill.

As Jack watched her, Jill reached down and moved his cock into position, rubbing the head back and forth along her slit and enjoying the wince that Jack gave, feeling the scrape against his sensitive tip. Jill found herself giggling as she felt Jack pushing his cock harder against her, trying to have her direct it into her pussy, and continued to excite herself by brushing that bulbous head against the inside of her lips.

Jack gasped with relief when Jill stopped teasing and let the head of his cock settle between her open lips. Releasing her lips and feeling them close around him was an immediate relief, but he realised that he now had to pop her cherry and then bring pleasure to both her and himself. He suspected that if he screwed up the screwing, he just might not get a second chance.

Jill felt Jack starting to slide into her now that he had a head start, so to speak. Almost before she realised it he was leaning heavily on her hymen, watching her face as he built up the pressure against her. She was burning deep inside and she wanted that cock to continue its journey. It wasn't fair to be delayed like this. "Come on, Jack," she taunted. "You've always wanted to pop a cherry. What's taking so long?"

Jack gave her a hard look. OK, if that's the way she wanted it. He pulled back a bit and Jill had a moment of trepidation, knowing what he was about to do. Jack thrust sharply forward, breaking through the thin barrier and laughing at Jill's short scream. "What's wrong," he taunted. "I thought you wanted it popped?" 

"Bastard," breathed Jill. "You'd better make up for it now."

Now that the unwanted barrier was gone Jack's cock surged happily into Jill, filling her and stretching her so that it could fill her some more. Finally fully within her it paused, seeming to want to take stock of the situation and look around.

Jack and Jill looked at each other, then both turned their eyes downward to where their bodies joined, before looking back at each other.

Jill's eyes were wide. "It's inside me. I can feel it everywhere. There's a cock inside me."

"Yes, I know," said Jack, "and it feels great." He grinned down at her. "Let's dance," he said.

He pressed himself more firmly against her and then relaxed, withdrawing a little. Pressed back in, and relaxed again, this time withdrawing a little more. "When I press in, you're supposed to press up," he murmured and Jill nodded thoughtfully.

Feeling him start to press down again Jill lifted her bottom up slightly, forcing her pussy up against that lovely cock. She tried to follow it up as it withdrew but then relaxed, letting it go, because it would be back. And back it came again, meeting her upward thrust, an upwards thrust that was more enthusiastic now as that plunging cock started working its magic within her.

J&J were enthralled. All their playing and petting hadn't given them a hint of what it would really be like when they finally came together, and now that they had they were ready to enjoy it. Quickly hitting a rhythm their bodies slapped together, their happy gasps and pants playing counterpoint to the music of their sex. The beat rapidly increased, both of them knowing that they couldn't sustain this for too long. No-one could. Then Jack came, his sudden gasping and wild plunging triggering the crescendo within Jill, sending her to a screaming climax.

Their bodies were now moving slowly, just enjoying the gentle rub of cock and vagina, relaxing and slowing down.

Jack leaned back, looking down at Jill, still joined within her. "That definitely beats riding a horse," he said. "What say tomorrow we come and practise this some more?"

Jill frowned up at him. "I hadn't even intended to do this today, and you know it. Don't you feel it's a bit premature to be assuming I'll want you to do it again."

"No," said Jack.

"You're right. Tomorrow it is. I'm curious as to how Logan did that wheelbarrow trick. Do you think you could do that?"

Anyway, that's the story of my first time. As you may have guessed, the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. Have I ever popped any other virgins? That would be telling, wouldn't it? Maybe I'll talk about that another day.



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There are, I believe, three monumental events in the life of most teenage boys. Graduating high school and turning eighteen years of age are two of these, as both are regarded, in their own way, as making the transition from a boy to a man. However, the third, and certainly considered the most important by those who desire to experience it, is the losing of one's virginity. It is not for nothing that for a young man to lose his virginity to often referred to as "becoming a man," and it is hoped by most that this method of becoming a man will occur before the other two. By the time one graduates high school or turns eighteen, whichever comes first, it is hoped that the loss of virginity has already happened, and that when a young man is thrust into the world, he will not be completely inexperienced in matters of sex.

Because of the seemingly earth-shattering significance of losing one's virginity, everyone has their own story of this occurrence, and it seems that everyone regards their own personal story as one worth telling, for the simple fact that the loss of one's virginity can only happen once, and nothing experienced previously can prepare one for this monumental occasion. But such stories are rarely interesting, due to the similarities of most of them, and the lack of storytelling skills on the part of the teller, with the resulting inability to make the minor details seem greater, and thus, differentiate their own experience from that of virtually everyone else. Simply put, the story of a young man's loss of virginity is only, in most cases, likely to be interesting to himself, especially if the experience of the listener seems eerily similar. For a story such as this to seem remotely interesting, it must be unlike the vast majority of other such stories. My own story, which is soon to follow, will perhaps serve as one such example. I can state, with some assurance, that few can claim a story like my own, and therefore, I believe that it is worth relating.

I must caution the reader that the following story will be difficult to believe, and there is nothing wrong with that. The reader is free to believe whatever he or she regards as reasonable. That said, I also caution the reader that whether or not he or she believes the following story is irrelevant. I am not relating this in the vain hopes that the reader will take the whole story as truth. That is simply not the point. The point of this is to simply inform the reader of an incredible experience that, in many ways, has shaped me as an adult male. The reader is left to their own devices concerning whether or not they wish to regard this story as truth or not.

In the three aforementioned methods by which a teenage male becomes a man, I am afraid that my 18th birthday and my graduation from high school were, respectively, the first and second methods that I experienced. I was never regarded as particularly handsome, or charming, or cool. I was not especially ostracized by my peers, so please do not get that idea. I was not bullied, at least not often, and when such a thing was attempted, it rarely went in favor of the aggressor. It would be most accurate to state that I more or less just faded into the background. I felt rather comfortable there for the most part, but in matters pertaining to the opposite gender, I wished there had been some method by which I could have made myself more noticeable, but no such methods were clear to me at the time. I had had few dates, no real girlfriends, and my high school years seem to pass me by without me learning all that much about the female of the species. 

Like so many others, I consequently got most of my ideas about sex and girls from pop culture, particularly the movies, and in such movies, as the reader perhaps knows well, the loser, geek, outcast, or what not always seems to get the girl in the end. Being young and predictably naïve, I hoped that such would be the case in reality, but let's just say that this was an early lesson on how disparate the movies and reality could be. After I graduated, I felt as though I was a failure, something less than a man if you will. Events, before much longer, would take the reins and thrust me into a situation that I could not have predicted, and allowed me to achieve manhood in not only a rather uncommon way, but in a way that few would believe, and consequently, I have never spoken or written of that day in any real detail prior to writing this. 

About two weeks after graduating, I had begun to relax and shake off four years of tedium and frustration as I looked towards the future and another four years of education. My parents, now that I was out of school, had decided to take some time for themselves, which they rarely ever did, and take a vacation, just for the two of them. They went on one of those tours of Europe that lasts a month, and I was initially quite ecstatic, believing that I was going to have the house to myself for that time, my first real taste of personal freedom. My hopes were dashed when I was informed that they were not willing to leave my on my own for that long, and that they had already made arrangements with a co-worker of my mother's to put me up until my parents returned from Europe. When I heard that I was going to be living for that time with Alice Pike, I was less than impressed. 

Alice Pike (which I confess is an alias) was a divorced woman in her early 40s by this point, and had been a friend of my mother's for at least a decade by that point. I knew her quite well, as she was a regular at the dinner table, both when she had been married and afterward. To say that she had dazzling beauty would be greatly overstating the matter. But that said, she was an attractive woman with darkish blond hair and eyes that somehow hovered between green and brown, and tended to keep her hair in a ponytail. She looked, for want of a better description, more like your favorite aunt than the sexy older woman. But physically speaking, she had a great deal to recommend her, but I had found her uninteresting for any reason other than that, if for no other reason, than when she and my parents spoke, it was about all manner of things that an average teenage boy would regard as boring. We only spoke in the most polite of manners, such as a simple greeting when she came to the house, and a farewell when she left. She sometimes, when my parents were otherwise occupied, asked how school was going, or if I had my eye on any particular female classmate, things of that nature. That was about the extent of our association. I wasn't particularly looking forward to spending a month with her. I had nothing against her, it must be stated. After all, she was a good friend to my mother, and therefore, I had a degree of respect for her. But I didn't know what an eighteen-year-old kid and a forty-something divorcee would do in the same house for a month. I did not relish the slow passing of roughly thirty repetitive days. 

I will not bore the reader with meaningless details, but suffice it to say, my parents caught their flight to London to begin their lengthy excursion, I drove my own car to her house that same day, and knocked on the door. I was shown to my room, a Spartan guest room that likely saw little use, and my month of boredom began. Her house was a nice two-story, and the only one in a cul-de-sac, which allowed for much privacy but probably compounded her obvious feelings of loneliness, to which I attributed her willingness to put me up while my parents were gone. 

I wasn't disappointed at the house. She had a pool in a rather spacious backyard, with a hot tub underneath an awning, both of which I expected to use a great deal. But for the first few days while she was at work, I drove out to my few friends' houses to hang out, play video games, and generally do what young people do. It was the first Friday that she came home a bit early (which did not surprise me, as my mother tended to come home early on Fridays as well). She simply walked in, put her purse and keys on the kitchen counter, just around the time that I was about to head upstairs to change, as I intended to hit the pool. It was an unusually hot day after all, even for early summer. 

"Hey, Alice. How was the office?" I asked.

"Nothing interesting, John. How about your day?" I confess that I use an alias in place of my own name for the sake of maintaining the flow of the story.

"It passed, I guess. Didn't do much of anything interesting. I'm going to splash around for a bit, though. Scorcher today. You?"

"Going to get out of these work clothes and start thinking of something for dinner. I doubt I can cook like your mom can, but I hope I'm not too terrible at it."

"Not at all, Miss Pike."

"Still? You can use my first name, you know. There's really no need for formality while you're here. I'm a friend of your mom's, not one of your teachers."

"Okay, Alice. It's just weird. I never address adults by their first names. Wasn't raised to."

"You've graduated, and you're eighteen. You are an adult, John. It's okay to talk like one." 

That was the end of that conversation. I headed upstairs to the guest room throw my trunks on and grab a towel, partially closing the door behind me. I kicked my shoes off, pulled off my pants and socks, and tossed my shirt on the bed. I stripped off my underwear and dropped it to the floor, reaching for my dark blue trunks at the same time. I had just raised one leg to put them on when, and I can think of no better description, the door flew open. I barely registered what happened next, so sudden as it was, and certainly unexpected. 

I found myself forced into a seated position on the bed with my trunks falling off my leg, with a hand holding the back of my head and another working its way up my other leg, and strong kisses all over my mouth, cheeks, and nose, along with sounds that I had never heard from any source other than a movie. I can only describe it as an unrestrained whimpering, as though someone was unable to contain a severe bout of desperate passion. I apologize for the poor description, but words fail me in this instance. I expect that if the reader has ever experienced a rather intense carnal encounter, the sound in question would be well known to them.

After about three or four seconds, I still wasn't completely sure what was happening. I was surprised beyond measure and even somewhat disoriented, but quickly enough I was able to determine what precisely was happening, though my mind remained unable to grasp the reality of it. 

I heard Alice's voice, deep and passionate, speaking with her lips still pressed against my closed mouth. "Oh my god, John. Give it to me. I need it...I need it so badly..."

My vision, which had gotten blurry around the edges, managed to sharpen in another second or two, and Alice came into focus. She was sitting on my upper leg, rather as though it was a saddle, with her chest pressed firmly against my own. Something seemed to be rubbing with some strength against my chest as she moved, and despite having no experience in such matters at the time, I quickly realized that what I was feeling was her erect nipples moving across my chest.

My only clear thought in those few seconds was, "Is Miss Pike, or rather Alice, naked and rubbing against me? Is this real? Can this seriously be real?"

And it was. But just as I was only beginning to realize the full extent of what she was doing, she seemed also began to take notice of her actions. Her face pulled away from mine and she stared me right in the eyes, her own beginning to fill with tears. Her expression could only be described as utter shock, shock that matched or surpassed my own. Alice stood up quickly, as though horrified, or at least embarrassed at what she had done, and backed away. That was when I saw that, apart from a pair of sky blue panties, she was naked. My penis stiffened completely in barely a second, though I barely noticed the sensation.

In the next second, I was able to unconsciously take in the full view of her. She had surprisingly shapely legs, a curvy body, and firm, sizable breasts that she quickly concealed as she clamped her hands over them. Looking as though she was about to scream, she turned and ran out of the room. I remained alone in my room, naked, sitting on the bed, surrounded by my clothes, and with my swim trunks on the floor in front of me, for several seconds, still struggling to believe that what had just happened was real, and just what in the hell I was supposed to do know. Stay in my room and see if she wanted to come say something about what she had done? Follow her and try to get her to talk about it? Would either smooth things out, or make things worse? Was there a right or wrong thing to do here, or had she already, in a matter of seconds, pushed things well past such considerations? After ten more seconds (perhaps, even a minute, as time seemed to be moving at a rather odd pace around then), I stood up and grabbed the bath towel that had been lying on the bed, wrapped it around myself, and headed after her, with no idea whatsoever of what I was supposed to do or say. 

I headed out the door and saw that a pile of her clothes was lying in the hall. A pair of beige pumps, a pair of stockings, a blue bra, a white collared shirt, and a gray business suit, dumped on the ground as through dropped there in haste. Still confused and a little disoriented, and knowing that things were about to get a great deal more awkward than they already were, I headed towards her door, which, I quickly saw, was wide open. With my trembling left hand holding up my towel, I walked in and saw Alice, sitting on her bed. 

Her elbows rested on her knees and her face was in her hands, muffling what I believed to be low sobs. She took no notice as I walked in. I had no idea what to do, or if there was a course of action that could defuse everything right away, but I thought it best to assure her that I wasn't going to take any kind of drastic action. Besides, I was not displeased to see how wonderful she looked naked, or close to naked, and I genuinely wanted to see why she had done what she did. All I could do was shoot from the hip and hope that the next three weeks wouldn't involve us hiding in our respective rooms from each other.

I sat down next to her, towel still held loosely around my waist, simply put my arm around her. She had not donned any sort of clothing, though she was largely hidden behind her shaking arms as she sobbed. Alice had not heard me enter, as when I put my arm around her, she almost yelped. She realized I was there and turned to face me, with her hands now clasped firmly over her breasts. Her expression could only be described as apologetic.

"Miss Pike? I mean, Alice? Are you all right? I mean...what..."

"Oh my god John, what did I just do? I...oh hell. I didn't...oh god. I just saw and..."

I tightened my grip around her shoulder. She made no attempt to remove my arm. 

"Alice? What...why did you...god, I don't know what to say. What was that? I mean, what did you just do? Why did you do that?"

"I'm sorry, John. I'm so goddamned sorry...I just...I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop. By the time I even realized what I was doing, I was already...oh my god, when your parents find..."

"Alice, you really think I'm going to tell my folks? Why in the hell would I do that? I'm not going to do anything, I promise. There's no reason, none at all. Just...what just happened? I mean, did I do something that..."

Alice looked down for a few seconds before looking back into my eyes. The tears were gone, but that apologetic expression remained. 

"It's been so long since I...not since before I got divorced. At least four years since any man...my god. I can't believe what I just did. But it's been so damned long. Your door wasn't closed all the way, and...I just..."

"Just what?"

"I stopped and saw you taking your clothes off. I couldn't look away. I just couldn't. I haven't seen a man...like that...in years. I couldn't look away, you understand? I mean, you were right there, and...goddamn. I just stripped off my clothes and...I wanted it. You see? I needed it right then and there, and..."

I remained clueless as to what she meant, but I didn't want any lingering confusion. Things were awkward enough as it was.

"Alice? You needed...you needed what?"

"You know what I mean, don't you? I mean, I know it's crazy, expecting, or hoping, or whatever, I mean...you're eighteen and I'm past forty. It's ridiculous, I know. But I thought...I mean, by the time I realized what I was doing..."

"Alice, I really need you to talk to me in plain English. What were you trying to do?" Still, I hadn't pieced it all together in my mind.

"I...for god's sake, John. I wanted you. I wanted you to make love to me. It's been so long since I've had a man on top of me...inside me...and..."

"Alice, are you saying..."

"Oh god. I'm so embarrassed. I'm so ashamed of myself..."

"Alice..." At that moment, it came together in my head. I realized what she wanted, and I was surprised then, and still am today, how long it took to figure it all out. It seemed impossible to believe, but there it was. She wanted me to have sex with her. She really wanted it. My mind went fuzzy for a few seconds after this realization, but I forced my world back into focus. I knew I wanted it, too. I saw her mostly naked, and she had a marvelous body. I wanted her, and I didn't want to steer things away from that. If she wanted to have sex with me, I wanted her to give in to it. I knew, or I hoped, that this was my chance, a chance to finally become a man, and not in the usual fashion of young men of that age. I had a chance for my first time to be with an older woman. That's the dream of plenty of teenage boys eager for their first sexual experience, but here it was, possibly about to happen. I remember wondering, for at least a second or two, if it was all a taunting dream. 

"I wanted you, John. My god, I wanted to make love to you. I need it. My body needs sex. I need sex so badly, and I saw you with no clothes on, and I..."

"Did you really want to have sex with me? I mean, did you really want it? Please Alice, please tell me."

"John, I...I did. I really did. But...I'm so ashamed of myself...I know that a young man, a man your age..."

"I don't want you to be ashamed. I want..." I didn't bother finishing my sentence. I doubt that I knew what my next few words would be anyway. I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek. I didn't know what else to do. 

I was surprised when she kissed me back, this time on my mouth. "Do you...do you want me? Do you..."

"Yes." That was all I could say.

"When I stood up, you saw me? Do I have...do you think I have a nice body?"

"Yes. My god, yes. You have a beautiful body." I spoke with utter sincerity. 

"You...you want to make love to me? Do you really want me? Do you want my body? I mean, do you really want to make love to a woman my age?"

"I do want you, Alice. You look incredible. I mean, you're a sexy woman. But..."

"But what?" Her expression was no longer apologetic, but rather curious, as though she was interested in where this was going.

"I've never done this before," I said, without a trace of shame. "I've never been with a woman before. I'm still..."

"A virgin?"

"Yes."

Alice leaned forward again and kissed me on the mouth, and I kissed her back. Gently at first, but within a few seconds, her tongue entered my mouth. I had never experienced a kiss like that before, and I felt myself stiffening again. I got so hard that it was beginning to force my towel open. 

Alice pulled her tongue from my mouth but kept her face pressed against mine. "My god, John. I want it. I want you to make love to me. I want your mouth on me. I want you to kiss every inch of my body. I want to feel you thrusting inside me. I need it so badly. I want to be your first. I want to show you what it's like to have a woman. Let me show you."




My First



I thought that it would be physically impossible to get any harder. I was quickly proven wrong. My erection forced my towel open as her hands went around me, exposing her breasts. I knew it was the point of no return. We were going to have sex. It was actually going to happen. 

She looked down and saw my penis sticking through my bath towel. She reached and began to touch it gently, sending a shockwave through my nerves. 

"My god, John. You really do want me. You're so hard...you want my body. You really want to make love to me."

"Yes..." was all I could say.

"I'll show you what to do. I'll teach you how to pleasure a woman's body."

She slowly pushed me onto my back. I inched my way further onto her bed, the towel falling away from me. She laid down next to be, lying on her side, and began to kiss me again.

I said in a low voice, "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this."

"Neither can I. I can't believe you want me." She stroked my penis a little harder, but no faster. Every move she made sent a jolt through my entire body. 

"Do you want me to be completely naked?"

"Yes." That was all I could force out.

"Then take my panties off. I want you to see me. I want you to look at my naked body."

She rolled onto her back and put her hands over her head, her eyes closed, her lips trembling, anticipating her first time having sex in four years. My penis seemed to throb, barely able to contain its eagerness. I couldn't believe that I was about to pull off Alice's panties. I couldn't believe that I was about to see her totally naked. I couldn't believe that before long, I would be inside her. 

I got onto my knees and placed my hands on her hips, grasping her sky blue panties. I slowly began to pull them downwards, barely able think clearly, knowing that I would see her vagina, the first I would ever see in my life, along with the knowledge that I would thrusting into her soon. I pulled her panties down until they reached her knees and there it was, completely shaven, its lips seeming to pulse. Without averting my gaze, I pulled her panties completely off and gently tossed them to the floor. Alice was completely naked. My penis throbbed harder. Her eyes opened at that moment.

"Do you like it, John? Do you like my body? Am I sexy? Does it turn you on, seeing me? Seeing your first naked woman?"

I managed to eek out a "yes..." as my eyes moved along every inch of her body. I couldn't believe how beautiful her body was, this woman who had regularly appeared at our dinner table, this woman who was every bit as horny as I was. We both wanted it. We both needed it.

"Lay down next to me," she said, almost purring like a kitten. "I'm going to show you how to please me."

I did as I was told. She took my hand and guided my fingers along the contours of her body, moving from her shoulder to her knee. She then ran my hand from her neck down her stomach, to just above her vagina, and back up. Several times my hand moved up and down the front of her body.

"Kiss me..." she purred. I gently placed my tongue in her mouth and moved my hand to her back. She quickly took hold of it and placed it on her breast. "Stroke my nipples. They're so hard..." I gently began to fondle her breasts, her chest heaving with my every move. I switched from one to the other, watching her face as she exhaled with arousal. Her hand gently squeezed around my penis. "Oh John...I want you so badly. Kiss my breasts. Put my nipples in your mouth. Nibble on them. Please nibble on them. Make me wet..."

I placed my mouth on her nipple, licking gently before moving on to the other. I guessed that I must have spent several minutes just licking her breasts. Although I was quite clearly focused on what I was doing, I still could barely believe that I was using my tongue to fondle the breasts of a sexy, naked, older woman. 

She continued to guide me. "Gently rub your hand down my body. I want you to touch me...touch me there." Now we were getting to it. With her nipple still in my mouth, my hand traced a line down her stomach, slightly dipping into her navel. My hand continued until I felt a thin film of wetness. I couldn't believe that I was actually touching her wet vagina. "Slip your finger inside of me. Please..." I inserted my finger gently, reveling in the moistness that seemed to close around my index finger. She moaned as I slowly moved my finger in and out. Her hand gripped around my erect penis even harder. 

I pulled myself closer and felt my dick press against her stomach as my finger moved faster. 

"Pull your finger out a little, and work it upwards." I did as I was told. "Move it until..." I felt a pulse on my finger as she shuddered and whimpered in arousal. Then her voice rose significantly. "There! Oh my god, right there! Please, massage my clit, please...go slowly...please..." I gently rubbed her clit, allowing myself the amusing thought that, as far as several comedies I had watched were concerned, I had just found something on my first try that plenty of men never get around to finding, and don't know what to do with it when they do manage to find it. I rubbed gently and felt her stomach press harder against my dick. She moaned with pleasure. "Oh my god! Yes! Go a little faster...faster! Oh god, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop...please don't stop! There it..." Her entire body thrust against mine as I felt her orgasm. 

My mind, deep somewhere in its recesses, told me the plain truth of the situation. I had just made a woman orgasm for the first time. I pulled my finger out and licked the wetness from it. I almost lost my focus as I tasted the sweet flavor.

Alice rolled onto her back and ran her finger down the front of her body until it reached her clit.

"John, I want you to kiss me. I want you to kiss me there. Kiss me where it's wet. But first, start with my mouth and work your way down." I started tonguing the inside of her mouth before moving to her neck as she purred so alluringly. I moved down to her breasts and took her nipples in my mouth again before kissing my way to her stomach. She then rose onto her elbows and asked, "John...on your way down...would you do something for me?"

"Yes?"

"Could you please kiss my belly button?"

I was completely unaware that any woman desired such a thing, but I kept kissing my way down and slipped my tongue into her navel. It was wide and deep, and she kept moaning with pleasure as I worked my tongue deeper and deeper. Her moans did not stop so I kept at it, until at least a couple of minutes passed, imagining what it would be like for both of us when I used the very same method down further. I couldn't wait to go down on her, but continued licking her navel until I decided that it was time to take her fully into my mouth. I kissed my way down to her clit and began to slowly tease it with my tongue. She shuddered with pleasure as I moved faster. I lapped up her wetness eagerly as I put my arms under her legs and held her by the waist, pulling her vagina deeper into my mouth as I drove my tongue harder and harder. She sat up and put her hand on the back of my head, thrusting her hips against my face as I continued to lick her.

"Oh my god! Oh my god, John! Please! Please don't stop! Don't stop! Please! Oh my god, oh my god! It's been so long, it's been so long since a man has had his mouth on me...I'm...god! Don't stop! I'm about to cum! I'm..." She threw her head back and screamed out, her thighs pressing against the sides of my head. She came so hard that her legs felt like a vise, but I did not stop or even slow down. I enjoyed every second, savored every sweet taste of her. Alice thrashed about as I liked her clit faster and harder, as though she was about to throw herself off the bed. I felt her vagina pulsate as I gave one last, strong lick. She fell flat onto her back and breathed heavily. "Oh god...that was...that...that was incredible. No one ever did that like you. You devoured me. You completely devoured me down there. I felt so good...I can't believe how that felt. I can't believe how hard you licked me. I can't believe how hard I came. Every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire." 

I thought it was now time, so I got up onto my hands and began to move forward, positioning my dick to enter her, but she looked up at me and said, "Not yet. Get on your back. Lie down. Let me take care of you."

Knowing what she meant but not having expected it, I rolled onto my back as she got onto all fours and kissed me fully on the mouth, driving her tongue deeply. She peppered me with kisses all the way down until I felt her hand gently tighten around my erect penis.

"Lie still."

I could not believe the sensation as I felt her lips slowly engulf the head and slowly work up and down my shaft. I never believed that it could be like that. It was beyond anything I had ever even dreamed. Alice lightly grunted, as she took me deeper into her mouth with what seemed like a great hunger. I tried to lie still but found myself shuddering, both with ecstasy and the jolt of realization that this was the first time that I had ever experienced a woman's mouth on me down there. I simply could not keep still, but she kept gently sucking me, as though she had all the time in the world. After what seemed like forever, she began to move faster and faster, and I felt as though I was about to convulse until I broke into pieces. I was afraid that I was about to cum in her mouth and that my first time would end there, but I was a long way from that. She stopped and lay down next to me, smiling as I huffed and puffed, unable to fully grasp the intensity of what Alice had just done. 

"Did you like that?" She asked.

"Oh my god, yes. I can't believe how that felt. It was..."

"Are you ready? Are you ready to really become a man? Do you want to be inside me? Do you want me to climb on top of you and make love to you?"

I had a sudden flash of realization. "I don't have any..."

She knew instantly what I was about to say. "No, you won't need one of those with me. I had myself fixed when I was still married. This is your first time. I'm your first. I want you to know what it's really like, what it's supposed to be like. I want you to know how sex is really supposed to feel. I want you to feel how wet I am. I want you to know what it's like to cum inside a woman. I don't want you to miss a single sensation. Oh my god, I can't wait any longer. I want you right now. I want you inside me. I...I want to make love to you right now. I need it. I need it so badly. It's been so long. My body needs it. I'm going to take you right now. I'm so horny..."

Alice climbed on top of me, sitting gently down with my dick sliding alongside her curvy ass. She looked down at me and held her hands behind her head.

"Look at me, John. Look at me. Look at every inch of my naked body. I'm about to take you inside me. I'm you're first, and I want you to remember every detail. For the rest of your life, I want you to remember every second, every sensation. I want you to remember how hard it made you to look at me. I want you to remember how sexy you think I am. Look at me. I want you to remember what it feels like as you slowly slip inside me for the first time. The moment you're inside me, you're a man. My god, it's making me so much wetter knowing that I'm the first woman to make love to you. I'm so horny, knowing that an eighteen year old wants me, wants my body, gets hard looking at me naked. Oh god, I can't wait anymore. I need it. I need it now."

I looked her up and down, taking in every inch of her naked body, just as she had said. I knew that this was a memory that would never fade. I had, by then, heard it said everyone remembers every detail of their first time, and I promise you, I clearly remember how Alice looked as she took gentle hold of my dick and slowly lowered herself onto it. I could barely contain my excitement as I entered her, which seemed to me to be akin to my dick being engulfed by warm oil. Alice and I both moaned with pleasure as she fully took me inside of her. This was it. I was a man now. My virginity was now a thing of the past, courtesy of a lonely, horny, divorced woman. I throbbed as she slowly began to rise until I almost fell out of her, but she slowly lowered herself again until I was completely inside of her. She sat upright and held her hands flatly against her ass as she slowly picked up the pace, moaning a little louder with every second.

"Oh...oh...oh my god, it's been so long since a man's been inside me. It feels so good...I can't believe that you want me so badly. Oh my god...it's so deep. Do you like it, John? Do you like it? You're a man now. I'm your first. I'm so happy to be your first. Oh...oh!"

"It feels incredible, Alice. I never knew it could be like this. You look incredible naked...my god, I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe that we're..." My words trailed off. Maintaining a clear thought proved to be impossible as the tight, warm sensation caused my whole body to shudder. I held onto her waist with both hands, helping to guide her movements. Alice began moving faster and faster, causing my dick to pulsate.

I had heard, largely from one TV show or movie or another, that the first few times, a young man can't hold his load in for too long, and that for all the bragging of losing one's virginity, or the cherished place it holds in one's memory, in reality, it turned out to be a rather brief affair. But that was not me. Alice rode me for several minutes, bouncing up and down until she leaned forward, placing her hands on my shoulders, and begin driving her hips forwards and backwards rather than up and down. 

"Oh my god, John! You feel so good! Oh...I'm so wet...you're so good in bed..."

I, meanwhile, couldn't say a word. She continued riding me until she fell backwards, almost screaming, landing gently on her back as I fell out of her.

"Oh...I came so hard. I don't think I ever orgasmed like that. You felt so good inside me..." After a few seconds, she repositioned herself and lay down next to me. "I want you on top of me. Slide yourself into me. I want it so badly. I want you to make me cum some more. My whole body's quivering. Please, I need you inside me. Make love to me."

Barely able to move but still managing, I climbed on top of her and slowly positioned myself between her shapely legs, hoping that, while in control, I could pleasure her and make her cum more than she already had. This was my first time being on top of a woman, and I hoped that I could give her what she so badly needed. I was able to slide deep into her, both of us moaning as I did.

"Oh god, John! Oh you're so deep! Oh, make love to me. I want to feel every inch...oh! Move a little faster...that's it! Oh, it feels incredible! Oh you feel so good! Please...don't stop!"

I never knew sex could feel so amazing. Over the next few minutes, I picked up speed until I was thrusting so hard and fast that she writhed on the bed beneath me, alternating between moans and screams. My dick felt almost engulfed by her tight wetness. I was, by this time, sweating considerably, still barely able to believe that I was now a man.

"Oh god! I'm cumming! I'm cumming again! Don't stop! I'm cumming so hard! You feel so good! I can't believe this is your first time!" She shuddered as she ran the sole of her foot up and down my calf. "Ah! I'm...I'm still cumming!" She thrust her hips upwards as she orgasmed. 

"Oh Alice, I can't believe how this feels! You're incredible...you look so hot..."

"John...oh! Are you going to cum soon?"

"It's happening soon..."

"Let me get back on top of you. I want you looking up at me, looking at my body when you cum. Please, let me finish us on top. Please..."

I pulled myself out of her and fell on my back, unable to contain my anticipation of her riding me until we finished. She quickly climbed back on top and took me into her, grinding me harder and faster for a couple of minutes until she was screaming in ecstasy. 

"I'm cumming again, oh my god! Please John, please! I want you to cum! Please cum! Cum in me baby, cum deep inside me! I want to feel you cum inside me! Please! Give it to me! Cum for me!"

As she ground against me, I realized that there was no hope of containing it any longer. I grabbed her waist and pulled her down hard against me, keeping myself fully inside of her. I shot deep inside her, feeling as though I was filling her completely as I came. My back arched until she seemed to be almost a foot off the bed, her knees no longer even touching the mattress.

I let out a loud, almost pained grunt and she wailed, sliding around on top of me and I pulsated inside her. 

"There it is! Oh, I can feel you cumming in me! Oh, it feels...oh! Yes! Cum inside me! Oh!"

I emptied myself into her and fell back flat against the bed. Alice looked positively exhausted as she sat back down, with me still inside her. She almost fell down onto her back next to me as we both moaned while my dick slowly slid out of her. We were both huffing and puffing, barely able to speak or think. I felt almost covered in her wetness. It was several minutes before she spoke. She took my hand in both of hers and rolled onto her side to face me.

"I can't believe what we just did. Oh, it had been so long, too long...I needed it. I needed sex. That was incredible...I came so many times. I almost forgot what it was like to have a man inside me. Thank you, thank you for making love to me. What about you? Did you like it? Did you like your first time?"

"Oh god, I did. You're amazing, Alice. I can't believe how that felt. I couldn't take my eyes off your body. You look so hot naked. It feels so good inside of you..."

That was as far as I got. It was still mid-afternoon, but as I finished my sentence, I realized that she had fallen asleep. For the next few minutes, I stared at her body, running my fingers up and down every inch of her before sleep took me as well.

Alice was the first to wake up, it having gotten to about eight that evening. She gently shook me awake, but it took a few seconds for reality to seep in fully. As I shook off the grogginess, I found myself wondering if I had just experienced the greatest dream of my life, along with the disappointment that a dream was all that it had been. But as the world came into focus, I found myself looking at a beautiful woman's naked body. No, it had not been a dream. 

"It's about eight, John. Wow, we really seem to have tired each other out."

"Yeah, I guess we did. Wow...I..."

The movies had given me the impression that the aftermath would be extremely awkward, as though for days we wouldn't be able to talk about what happened or look each other in the eye, with one or both of us expecting that it could be pretended that nothing had happened at all. As with so many other things, the movies had proven to be a poor method of predicting reality. There was actually nothing awkward about it. I stared at her as she smiled, stating back at me. If there was a sliver of regret in her, she did nothing to display it.

"Thank you, John. My god, I was so embarrassed when...after I stormed into your room. I...but I'm glad I did it. I just needed someone to touch me again. It had been too long. Sex was never as amazing as it was with you. I can't believe what happened. I needed it so badly."

"That was incredible, Alice. I mean, what can I say? I always dreamed about my first time, but I never thought that anything like this could happen. But I do have to ask, when you charged through the door, what were you trying to do? I mean...what was that all about? You totally caught me off guard."

"About that...well, it's been so lonely the last few years since my ex-husband left, since he started sleeping with some other woman, one a lot younger than me. When I found out, she wasn't much older than you are now. I felt used up, like no one needed me for anything anymore. Like no one would ever want to get me in bed again. I didn't have any ideas when you came to stay here with your folks out of town, so don't think that. But with your door partially open, I just saw you out of the corner of my eye...I couldn't help myself. I got so horny in just a few seconds. I lost all restraint. I stripped off almost all my clothes and by the time I even realized how crazy I was acting, I was already on you. I was so embarrassed that all I could do was get out of there. When you came in here and...well, talked to me, and started kissing me, and realized that you wanted it too...god, I got so horny. When I realized that we were about to have sex, I was so thrilled. I've been horny for so long. But you were incredible. I know it had been a while, but you were so good. First time or not, you can really pleasure a woman. I came so hard, I came so many times...I don't remember sex ever being like that."




My First



"I can't believe it myself. I never even had it before, but I can't believe it was that good. You were incredible, Alice."

We still had three weeks until I went home, and, rather than just letting that one incredible afternoon remain a single entity, Alice asked me a question the next morning that caught me by surprise, a pleasant surprise that is.

Over breakfast, she asked, "Do you want to do that again? I mean, it would be a shame for us to have all this time alone and not use it. I'm going to want you again. What about you? Do you want to go to bed with me again?"

Needless to say, I answered in the affirmative.

The following Friday afternoon, she got back a little later than she had before, and I found out why. She had stopped to by a new bathing suit and after changing out of her business suit, she walked into the living room wearing a plain white T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts.

"John, it's been seriously hot the last few days. I thought we might hit the pool tonight. What do you think?"

Just after the sun went down, we headed out back. I was already wearing my swim trunks, but she took off her shirt and gym shorts and showed what she had bought earlier that day. Alice was sporting a purple bikini, and confessed to me days later that she hadn't worn a two-piece since she had been about thirty. It had only been one-pieces after that. But we splashed around for a while but we both knew what we were really doing there. Alice ducked underwater and resurfaced right in front of me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me deeply. 

"Let's make love, John. Take me inside. Take me to bed and have me. I want you. I want to feel you inside me."

I kissed her back, and feeling as though I had the initiative, slid my hand down her purple bottoms and began fingering her clit. She sighed lightly and my hand moved faster. 

"Oh John, my god. You really want me, don't you? I want it. Take me inside and make love to me..."

"Oh, it's too late for that," I replied.

"Too late for what?"

"Too late to go inside. I want you right now." I reached around her and untied her top, letting it float away. Before Alice even realized what was happening, I reached under the water with my other hand and untied her bottoms. 

"You want me in the pool? I've never done this in a pool before."

She pulled off my trunks and began stroking me as I kept massaging her clit, the warm water obviously increasing the sensation for both of us. She backed against the side of the pool, letting her legs flow to the surface as I held her by the waist and proceeded to go down on her. I kept it slow and she kept her volume down, but when her whole wet body shuddered, I knew she had orgasmed. The warm water of a heated pool and the fairly hot night air made the whole scene somehow more erotic. I kept at it until she came again, and I could tell by the heavy moisture on my tongue that she was incredible aroused. I stopped and let her feet touch the bottom of the pool again. It took her a few seconds to regain composure.

"My god, John," Alice uttered. "You really want me right now, don't you?"

"Yes...yes I do." Without warning, I took her legs and pulled them upwards, wrapped them around me and slowly entered her. She bobbed up and down on the water, leaning forward to kiss me several times. We went for several minutes, during which she came more than once, before I came inside of her. But the evening wasn't over. After a little more splashing around, during which she made no attempt to recover her bikini, we climbed out of the pool and collapsed on a couple of padded lawn chairs. 

On another night, about a week later after I got back from an afternoon of hanging out with a friend of mine, I walked in, dropped my car keys on the kitchen counter, and walked into the living room to see if Alice was there, hoping that perhaps, she might be in the mood. I found that she had, in a sense, beaten me to it.

Alice was lying on the couch, wearing a pair of red panties and nothing else, furiously masturbating and using her other hand to massage her nipples.

"Wow, Alice...you're..."

"I was waiting for you. I got so wet thinking about you." Alice kept her eyes firmly fixed on mine as she increased her speed, working her hand in her panties until she yelped in orgasm. 

"Come upstairs with me, John. I want to make love."

So it went. We made much use of our time at her house. We had sex in the pool, and in the lawn chairs near it, and in the hot tub several times. We showered together, made love on the couch, and during this time, she taught me a great deal. I learned a lot about pleasing a woman, and by the time I went home, I felt like an expert. For the rest of that summer before going off to college, I thought about that month at Alice's house a lot, wondering if sex could ever be like that again, and if I could ever please a woman as much as I pleased her. Alice came over to my folks' house a time or two, and I would state that we did a good job keeping up appearances. We didn't glance too long or anything of that sort. But I wondered if she thought about that time at her house as much as I did.

A week before I went off to college and to the next phase of my life, I began saying what few goodbyes needed to be said. I hung out with a couple of friends and so on, but one night, I told my folks I was going over to a friend's house for while to play video games and so on, and my folks, obviously, didn't give the matter a second's worth of thought. The sun had already set as I pulled into Alice's driveway. I needed to see her one last time, if for no other reason than to thank her for making a man out of me, and for everything she had taught me, which, I hoped, would carry me far when I actually managed a few dates and perhaps some carnal experiences in college. I had a great deal for which to be thankful, and time had more or less run out to express my gratitude. 

I rang the doorbell, with Alice answering a few seconds later. She was wearing her business suit apart from her suit jacket and her usual pumps.

"John? What brings you here?" She stood aside to let me in and closed the door behind me. 

"I'm heading off to school in a couple of days. I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for everything."

Alice led me to the living room couch where we sat down. She took my hand in hers.

"I'm thankful too, John. Sex with you was amazing. I needed it, and I keep thinking about how it was with you. I still masturbate a lot thinking about you. No matter what happens, I'll never forget the feeling of you inside me."

"After I go off to school, I don't know if I'll ever see you again, but I wanted you to know that you were incredible. I'll definitely apply what I learned from you."

Without warning, she leaned forward and kissed me for several seconds. "John, we should make love one last time, if you want. Take me upstairs. I want you to do everything you did to my body that first time. Come upstairs with me. I'm getting so horny right now."

In a matter of seconds, I went from normal to full mast, and I eagerly followed her upstairs where we made love, doing all the same things, and in the same order, as we had our first time together. Afterwards, we lay in bed, with me staring at her naked body, knowing that every woman I would ever sleep with would automatically be compared to Alice. I kissed her several times before I got up to get dressed and head back home.

"Alice, it was a hell of a time. Again, thanks for everything."

Alice winked as she worked her hand down her stomach. "I'll be thinking about you."

And that was it. I was off to college and Alice Pike became a memory, and certainly among my favorites.

There is a post-script to this story, that requires telling in minimal detail. 

My freshman year of college, I somehow felt more confident, and I knew that I had Alice to thank for that. I didn't fade into the background as I had in high school. I was more outgoing, smiled more, and that paid dividends. I got together with woman I shared a class with. She was Rhiannon Shaw (another alias), my age, with brown eyes and light brown hair, and we seemed to hit it off and began dating for a while. After a short span of time, it was decided that it was time to consummate our relationship, but with roommates, we had to find someplace for the occasion, so I sprung for a hotel. Rather than get bogged down in details it should suffice to state that I used just about everything I learned that month with Alice. Rhiannon was utterly surprised (as her faced showed repeatedly) at the things I did to her, how well I did them, and for how long. 

The next morning, she said to me, "Well, fuck. That was insane, John. I expected that it would be some major fucking, but that's not what you did. We didn't fuck. We seriously made love."

"Yeah, well that's the only way I know, and the only way I care to."

"Well fuck me, where did you learn all that?"

"Here and there." That was all I said.

We were still dating my sophomore year when I took a weekend and visited my folks, just to say hi. My mother, in the middle of coffee, asked, "So John, you remember Miss Pike, right? Alice Pike?"

I played it off as though I only remembered her somewhat. After all, she was a co-worker of my mother's who showed up for dinner on occasion, right?

"Miss Pike? Yeah, a little. What's up with her?"

"She's married now. About six months ago. She and her new husband just put their house up. They're moving to his new job out west in California. She seems happy. Haven't seen her this happy since before her divorce. She'll be over in a few days to say her goodbyes. She's already quit at the office. Shame. She was a pretty good friend. At least she's happy now, huh?"

"Yeah, mom. We should all be so lucky."

"So, tell me John, how are things between you and that girl Rhiannon you've been dating?"

Rhiannon and I split up a few months after that visit and I had my share of one-night stands and short term relationships that meant little until I started dating someone else, someone who saw me through to the end of my college years, until she went in one direction and I went in another, as is the way with relationships in college. 

I had what can only be described as my fair share of sex in the few years that followed until I found the one who made me give up all the others. Her name is Shana Prince (which you've already guessed is an alias, I assume), and now, it's been ten years with her, as I was twenty-six when we got together. We have a house together but no kids, and not for lack of trying. I've done a fair job keeping her happy, including in the bedroom, and everything I learned that month from Alice Pike has proven extremely valuable in please Shana. When Shana once asked how I lost my virginity, just after she explained her own first time, I already had made up a few things, and said them to myself so many times and for so many years that sometimes I even can fool myself. That, as was intended, it what makes it so credible, but in the end, it was all just a story I came up with because everyone has a story about their first time, and I just needed something to say. The truth, in this particular case, I kept for myself. 

But the truth is that I was made into a man by a woman named Alice Pike, who taught me so much about pleasing a woman, and gave me some of my greatest memories. I still think about her. How can I not? After all, no one ever forgets their first. And I do, as she said, remember every inch, every curve, every little feature of her naked body.

That was eighteen years ago now, meaning that, as I am thirty-six, it was exactly half a lifetime ago that I spent that month with Alice Pike. She would be sixty now, or thereabouts. I hope that she's still with that guy she married who took her to California. I hope she's happy. As much as I cherish that time I had with her, I know that there's something rather unfortunate that a woman in her early forties had to charge into a guest room nearly naked to begin kissing an eighteen year old. She deserved better than to have to resort to that to feel wanted. But because of how lonely she had been, and how badly she needed someone to go to bed with her, I believed then, and believe now, that she needed me as much as I needed her. 

As I said at the beginning, you can choose to believe this story or not, or believe certain parts of it while regarding other parts as too unlikely. In truth, if I heard this same story from another, I doubt that I would believe it, so I don't blame the reader if this is regarded as nothing but a work of fiction, or perhaps retroactive wishful thinking. That being said, whether or not you believe this story is irrelevant. I have never once spoken of Alice Pike and that incredible month, not to my friends in college, not to any woman I slept with afterwards, not to anyone. Writing this is the first time I have related this story in any sense. Prior to this, it was all just a memory that existed in my mind, and perhaps, in Alice's as well.

No one ever forgets their first time. Everyone has a story about it, and few are particularly interesting, because the stories all sound too similar, and teller tends to lack the storytelling skills to distinguish his own story from a thousand or a million others.

But now you know mine, and I have told it in the detail that I believe it requires. 

Perhaps the story, however, only means so much. Perhaps the rest is up to the one who tells it.

Take care, Alice Pike, wherever you are.



My First 3some



OK, to give a little background about how this all started, we have to go back about a year. My friend was dating this girl named Natalie and like always I had to drive him to go see her and like always, I was always the 3rd wheel. Natalie was a little on the heavy side but had a nice pair of tits, they were 38DD and were very firm. But she was different, she felt bad and always tried to find some cool friend that I could talk to and hang out with while they messed around. I was still a virgin until 18, but I have kissed girls and fondled parts of their anatomy.

So one night I met her friend Michelle, she was a pretty girl of a small frame, but tall for a girl. she had nice firm 34C tits and a little tight ass that was fun to rub my hands all over. well anyway, one night us 3 went out to her house so I could have someone to talk to. Michelle already had a nice big hickie on her neck and they told me a guy named Mike gave it to her. It ended up Michelle liked me and we made out on the back of my car for most of the night. My hands running up her shirt and massaging her firm tits. Her nipples became really erect and started to rub them between my fingers. she would lean her head back and moan when I started kissing and licking them.

On the way home my friend was getting head in the back seat of my car while I had a sore cock from trying to push it through my pants and Michelle's to get to her hot little muff. So I intentionally hit every pot hole on the way back. all I could hear was oh yeah that feels good 'bump' OUCH!! So finally they gave up and me and Natalie started talking and she told me that Michelle's lust mark came from a girl named Michelle, not from a guy named Mike. There I was stunned I just made out with a lesbian, this was cool and made my cock even harder. So needless to say I was taking care of myself that night.

About a year later I called Natalie up because I found her number again and asked how she was doing and how school was, she informed me she was getting married and I knew the person. I only knew 2 people that she did and my friend Josh never told me anything about marriage. Much to my surprise I was right, it was Michelle. She went on to tell me for a gift she wanted to find a guy to take her virginity, but there was a rule involved. Since she already knew Michelle liked me so she asked if I would do it. As she explained the rule I told her it would not work, the rule is she wanted to watch, I told her 2 things would happen, she would get jealous and then get horny and want to join in. She denied both and I said ok. 

so one day they both came over and we started talking and me and Michelle started kissing. and Natalie chimed in and said I was right, she was jealous. I asked her if she wanted me to stop and Michelle grabbed me and said no and Natalie agreed. So I got her shirt off and started playing with her firm tits. Then after a bit Natalie chimed in again, you are also right about me wanting to join in, I am very horny. As she came over to the couch I had Micelle almost naked. Natalie came over and whispered something in Michelle's ear and she nodded. The Natalie looked at me and said that they were going to do something for me since I was doing them a favor. they laid me on my back and pulls my pants off and Natalie told me that Michelle was going to learn everything about a guy and wanted to teach her how to give head.

As they both sucked me it felt so good that I was about, finally Michelle wanted my cock and rolled over on her back and spread her legs open for me. As I slowly slid my hard cock in her tight hole she started to gasp in pain. So I slowly slid more and then stopped to let her get used to it. 

Natalie got impatient and got behind me and grabbed my hips, asked Michelle "are you doing okay?" 

as soon as she nodded yes, Natalie pushed my hips to force my cock deep inside Michelle. As Michelle screamed in pleasure and pain she tried to buck and get away, Natalie held me down on her till Michelle settled down. after she got used to being filled with hard cock and not hard plastic, Natalie started pulling my hips in and out of Michelle's over stuffed pussy.

There I was having one girl fuck another girl with my cock. This was very hot, finally Natalie stopped and laid down to take her clothes off. As she did I started pounding Michelle's sore pussy harder and faster. Natalie looked over and started playing masturbating her drenched pussy. there I was with 2 hot girls moaning from what I was doing.

I got off Michelle and found Natalie's wet pussy and started fucking her. I looked over at Michelle and she had sad puppy dog eyes, like hey, this is for me, give me cock back. After a while I went back to Michelle. she had a hungry look in her eyes.

After pounding Michelle's pussy I could feel it start to get tighter and wetter. She started breathing heavier and bucking harder against my intruding cock. Her pussy started to spasm and I could feel her cum start forming against me pushing in. As she started to scream, Natalie leaned over and covered Michelle's mouth with hers. I could hear there tongues locking around each other as Michelle would let out little scream with every thrust.

Michelle finally stopped squirming under my cock and laid there satisfied. Natalie looked up at me and said, "you satisfied her, now it is my turn."

Natalie reached in between Michelle's legs and grabbed hold of my dripping cock and led it to her mouth. As she took it in, I heard her say how much she loved Michelle's sweet cum. After she sucked it all off, she lowered my cock to her dripping hole and rammed it deep inside her wanting cunt. As I reached her bottom she let out a little moan and told me how much she missed my cock. As I rode deep inside Natalie I could feel Michelle moving behind me. As she grabbed my hips she looked down at Natalie and told her that she owed her for shoving my cock in her virgin hole. She grabbed hold of my hips and started pushing them harder and faster into Natalie's dripping pussy.

I could feel Natalie's pussy start to tighten around my now throbbing cock. As she exploded I pulled out my cock and shot my load all over Natalie. Covering her stomach and firm tits. Michelle leaned over and started to lick up my hot cum and fed it to Natalie like she was a baby bird. This was really hot. It was late in the evening and they had to get going.



My First 3some



Three Turned into Four. 

My first husband Mike and I married young. I started dating him in high school, he had joined the army and after we got married, we moved to Ft Riley, Kansas. 1000 miles from home and away from parents, we did what any other person would do, we partied. My husband made friends easy and after about a month we started having a lot of parties at our trailer. It was out of the city limits and the park was pretty secluded itself so we could get pretty wild without neighbors being nosy or calling the police. 

Mike was the first guy I had sex with, besides some kinky things he seemed like a regular guy. The first thing he did that worried me a little was when one night at a party he had me take off my shirt and bra for body shots, I was drunk and went with it. He started insisting on it all the time. Soon he had me stripping down to some panties he would pick out that were pretty much strings. Finally, he was having me get completely nude and doing solo touching shows.

I was very young, totally in love with him and loyal. I resisted everything else but eventually gave in because he would get upset if I didn't do something he wanted. We talked about sex and our likes and dislikes, he had kinky interests and I didn't really have any particular fantasies. It would bother him and he would ask if I wanted to do this or that and I really didn't think about any of those things. Finally one day we were talking and he came out and just said it, he told me he wanted to do a threesome with him and one of the guys. I was shocked; I told him no right away and told him that I would never cheat on him. 

He insisted that it wasn't cheating and that I would love it and he wanted me to try it. I was completely against it and told him that I would never do it. After almost a year, he was getting more and more upset that I would refuse. I never thought that my husband would really want me to do something like that, but I finally gave in. I told him, that if it was something he really wanted then I would try it only one time, but don't get upset when I do it. 

We couldn't come to a decision between two of his friends, John and Yager. He decided to start inviting them over for dinner so I could get more comfortable with them so I could make a decision easier. I couldn't decide and one night he invited them both over to drink and have a small party. They got off early and came over to the house, brought pizza, movies, and a LOT of alcohol. 

We started drinking and playing cards about 7. We were playing asshole and I lost almost every round. By 930 I was really drunk and we started playing strip poker. I won so many hands they were all in their boxers and I hadn't even lost my shoes. My luck ended with quarters and I lost every game, but for them to get me back I had to alternate between shots and clothes. I had been naked in front of these guys plenty of times and I always got naked when I got drunk so it wasn't a big deal. We were all down to our underwear and we started playing truth or dare, but it was mostly just dare. 

My husband Mike dared me to put on a blindfold and wear it for 15 minutes or I would have to let him have anal sex in front of everyone. Obviously, I put on the mask and we kept laughing and joking and having a good time. Then I felt a hand on my breast caressing it and pinching my nipple. The first thing I thought was that they aren't tricking me to taking off the blindfold. Then I felt a hand running up my leg, I squeezed Mikes hand and whispered that I wasn't sure about this. He whispered in my ear that I needed to relax and or I could just take off the mask. Then he pulled me over so that now I was laying down on the floor. I felt mikes hand run up my leg and then over my crotch. He pushed his finger on my clit over my panties and rubbed it a little harder. I let out a little moan, and when I did he pushed my panties to the side and rubbed my clit again. Then I felt one hand on my breast and then another on the other breasts. They pinched my nipples at the same time and a finger pushed inside me. I moaned a little louder and arched my back. I don't remember getting my panties off but the next thing I know Mike moved from behind my head. 

They pushed my legs open and then I felt fingers on my pussy rubbing my lips and clit and then pushing inside me. Good and horny, now I was ready for the threesome, but I didn't know what Mike was going to do to pick which guy it would be. I figured he might have the guys leave the room and then I heard the bedroom door open and then close.

I was laying in the middle of the floor naked with my legs spread wide. I felt someone move between them and pushed my legs a little more. I thought it might be Mike to start, but I wasn't sure. I felt the tip touch my swollen clit I could feel myself get wetter. It rubbed over my clit and up and down my wet lips, Mike had done this before. I relaxed my legs more and then the tip started pushing in. It was fine at first but then I soon realized it wasn't Mike as it stretched me open. I felt the rim of the head finally push in and I felt my first orgasm coming.

My legs started to shake and my pussy started quivering I could feel my cum oozing out and down to my ass. It's definitely not Mike but I was starting to cum. I heard Mike lean in and say relax then I felt a cock near my mouth I opened and started licking and sucking it, but I couldn't stop thinking about the big cock starting to fuck my pussy faster and harder. I came 2 more times and then I heard Yager say he was going to cum. 

Yager pulled out and then pulled me up to his cock to start sucking it. Holding my mouth open I got the tip in my mouth and started trying to suck on it. yager pulled me over, I was on all fours leaning over and sucking down on Yager's thick cock he grabbed my at the back of my head and held me as I felt another cock push in behind me. I was starting to orgasm again and felt Yager's cock throb in my mouth. Holding my head down he was pumping my mouth on his cock, when he shot a huge load in my mouth. I took every drop and licked the shaft and balls while getting fucked. At that moment I heard Mike tell me how fucking hot it was, but I heard it from the couch a few feet away.

Freaking out, I pulled the mask off and saw Mike watching from the couch, smiling. John never stopped pumping and I started orgasming again. It was too late to be mad, so I told John to lay down and I stood over him and squatted down guiding his cock in my pussy. I bounced on him and fucked him for a minute Mike had gotten up and walked over for me to suck his cock which I did. He moved behind me and pushed me over on John who had been rubbing and groping my breasts and nipples start sucking them. Mike told John that he was going in with him, so John grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them open and Mike put his cock to my pussy with John still in and pushed. 

We had done this before with one of my toys but it was much easier this time, I'm guessing because of Yager. Laying over John breathing hard, they started pumping in my pussy. Mike was rubbing his thumb over my asshole and then slid it in. I suddenly remembered that I took the mask off before the time. I told Mike to wait but he just told me that I lost the bet unless I don't want to pay up.

Orgasming again, with 2 cocks pumping my pussy I looked back at him and told him to fuck my ass now. He pulled out pushed 2 soaking fingers in my ass and then pushed his cock into my ass. With John in my pussy, as soon as I felt Mike's cockhead in my ass I felt my feet go numb and then I got really hot as a big orgasm came crashing over me I was moaning and talking dirty but I started yelling and telling them to fuck me harder and harder. 

Mike and John started pumping back and forth and all of a sudden I couldn't hold myself up as I felt another orgasm come over me and then I gushed a lot of cum out. I thought I had peed but the guys were yelling and carrying on about how much cum there was. They kept pumping as I tried catching my breath and then John whispered in my ear saying he wanted to cum on my face. Mike pulled out and I just fell over off John, they both kneeled over me holding their cocks at my mouth while I licked and sucked each one. John started stroking his cock and then shot across my mouth and then Mike went right after shooting over my chin and nose. I wiped the cum off my face with my hand and licked it. 

Realizing I had to get up to go the bathroom I found out that my legs weren't working, they were shaking so bad Mike had to help me get to the bathroom, then he walked me to the bed and I just fell over sleeping before I was in the bed. I woke up the next morning and realized that I didn't even wash my face off. That was a good night, but it had started something in me that hasn't stopped since.