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Being bisexual you get to have two first times,one with a girl and one with a boy.
My first time with a girl was many years ago in a village in Britain ... ... Continue»
Posted by xhanadu 5 years ago  |  Categories: First Time  |  Views: 1967  |  
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first time with a girl

let me tell you about my first time with my first girlfriend. i was a junior in high school. we were best friends and were visiting my grandparents. we were sl**ping in a double bed, so were laying close to each other. she started rubbing my back and i layed really still, acting like i was asl**p. but i wasn't. she moved down and rubbed my low back, just low enough to be suggesting something but still with the option of denial. i could tell my breathing changed, heavier, hotter. i rolled on my side with my back to her, still acting like i was asl**p. she kept touching my back, my low back, my hip, the side of my upper thigh, then again to my back, again as though there was nothing sexual about it. i kept 'sl**ping' but was getting really excited. so i rolled on my back slowly. she started touching my stomach, then moved lower. i turned my face towards hers, breathing heavy...and i kissed her. we were both really into it. middle of the night, seeming like it was a dream. she felt great and knew what she was doing. we stayed up the rest of the night- exploring each other. it was surreal. it was exciting. it was a step in a direction that i didn't even know i wanted to go.... Continue»
Posted by fireball3370 4 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex  |  Views: 5118  |  
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My First Time with My Dad

Mf f-solo inc father daughter exhib first

Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – My Life Before i****t
Chapter 2 – An Attitude Adjustment
Chapter 3 – Debating i****t
Chapter 4 – “Seducing” My Dad
Chapter 5 – First Time Sex With My Dad

Chapter 1 – My Life Before i****t

My parents have always kept themselves in pretty good shape and my mom still
looks fantastic in her bikini while my dad still wears almost the same pant
size from when he graduated from college. Indeed, when I was a teenage my
Mom loved it when people would mistake her for my older s****r. No doubt it
helped that she only gave birth to one c***d. I was a rough delivery and so
based on her doctor’s recommendation, my mom didn't have any more c***dren.
As her only c***d, she and I have always very close and I share everything I
do with her - and I do mean everything.

From my earliest memories, nudity at home was never anything to be ashamed of
yet at the same time, it wasn't necessarily something to be flaunted either.
I can’t stress enough that we were NOT nudists. We never went to any
“clothing optional” clubs or did anything involving nudity away from home or
with other people. Personally, I’ve never been able to understand why anyone
would even WANT to be a nudist. To me it feels unnatural, almost f***ed, as
if you’re pushing yourself onto someone else. Maybe that’s why if I AM nude
around the house then it’s almost always when I’m alone.

To help illustrate what I’m saying, here are some examples. While it was
considered normal for us to be naked in the hot tub, that was because my dad
said he didn't want us to contaminate the water with our swim suits rather
than any desire on his part to ogle his naked wife and daughter. We never
just lounged around nude in the f****y room watching TV. For one my mom
simply didn't consider it to be hygienic and besides not to mention it just
felt better to have a little protection on.

In another case, if my dad was taking a shower I wasn’t afraid to do my hair
in the bathroom nor did it bother me for him to shave while I was in the tub
or shower. We were naked only because it wouldn't have made any sense to
wear anything, not because we wanted the other to see us nude.

As a little girl I went to bed wearing the same things all little girls did -
pajamas, nighties, and so forth. I started sl**ping nude when I was turned
twelve; not for any sex-related reasons but more because that was how my
parents had always slept. Like most k**s when they were going through
puberty, I was always trying hard not to be a “k**” anymore. Once I tried it
I found that it just felt better to sl**p naked and so I have done so ever
since. It want something I usually even thought about until I would spend
the night at a friend’s house and have to wear pajamas or a nightshirt. Such
times served to remind just how uncomfortable and restricted it made me feel
not being naked. Still, even at home I keep a nightshirt or a robe by the
bed to put on when I get up so I don’t have to run around the house nude.

In today’s world plagued with so much pornography on the Internet and media,
too many k**s are becoming addicted to porn or even worse, de-sensitized to
it. Thus today it’s all the worse when parents add an element of mystery and
intrigue by condemning sex or portraying it as something perverted or taboo.

In stark contrast, my parents brought me up to appreciate the not-so-subtle
differences between porn and art, to recognize the joys raised by eroticism
over the tastelessness of vulgarity. Today I can appreciate eroticism but
pornography turns me off, especially today’s obsession with cheap “amateurs”,
“interviews”, “castings” and other supposedly “real” situations that anyone
can tell are just cheap whores. At least the “vintage” videos in my dad’s
porn collection bothered to at least try to instill a little plot and story

Speaking of nudity and sex, it’s always seemed a shame to me that when it
comes to sex that most parents shroud the topic in mystery, treating it as
taboo and putting their k**s on a guilt trip if they catch them so much as
masturbating or just playing around. Fortunately for me, my parents have
always been totally open about sex, yet all the while stressing respect AND
responsibility. Thus while I may have been much more aware of sex when I was
growing up in comparison to most k**s, I was undoubtedly much more
responsible and prepared to handle it when I grew old enough to start doing
more than just talk about it.

Although my parents never actually made love in front of me while I was
growing up, I knew they did frequently as it was the only time the bedroom
door was closed. Heck, they may as well have just hung out a sign saying
“Stay out, parents making love!” Rather than being embarrassed of my
parent’s having sex, I feel that one of the greatest gifts my parents gave me
throughout my c***dhood was the security that came from knowing that my
parents are totally in love with one another - physically as well as

When it comes to masturbation, I consider it a totally different topic from
sex. Masturbation is a natural act that allows a person to deal with the
inner needs and emotions that we all have as a result of being created by God
as sexual beings. Even though almost everybody does it, society still treats
it like a forbidden ritual. Personally I think making someone feel guilty
about masturbating is counter-productive. Not only will you not stop them,
but it may well result in creating an unhealthy attitude and lack of respect
for their own sexuality.

I don’t really remember exactly when I first started to explore myself. I DO
know that I didn’t deliberately masturbate until I was eleven but that’s more
because my mom remembers it more than me marking it on my calendar or
anything like that. In fact, my mom was the one that taught me to masturbate
(well, some things come natural but it never hurts to get a few pointers).
She even offered me the contents of her toy drawer next to the bed but I’ve
always preferred to just use my fingers.

My parents (especially my dad) masturbated frequently and they made no effort
to hide it yet there was NOTHING kinky or perverted about what they did. The
key was that like nudity, they didn’t flaunt it either. Basically if the
mood struck them, they did it – it was really that simple. Also, they did it
discretely so I was not like my dad put on a show for me just because he was
turned on by Amanda Tapping of StarGate fame. In fact, most of the time he
masturbated around me I didn’t even know he was doing it.

One of the many problems created when sex is treated as secretive and taboo
is that most people who are raised that way instantly assume that if someone
is nude or masturbates around someone else, that there is some inference of a
desire for a sexual relationship. Well, that just goes to show how wrong
impressions get started by people who don't know what they’re talking about.
I NEVER felt that way growing up. If I saw my dad masturbating because he was
turned on by a movie or picture of beautiful woman, I didn’t assume that he
wanted to have sex with ME, I knew that he was just horny. My mother had a
drawer full of vibrators next to her bed which she used frequently.

As for myself, whether watching a sexy movie or I was just feeling horny,
I’ve never felt inhibited from touching myself wherever or whenever I needed
to in order to release the sexual tension built up within me. The key thing
is that I was taught that discretion was just being polite, not that I needed
to hide anything. Since I usually would just reach inside my pajamas or
under my skirt without making a big show of it, why not do it when you need
to rather than wait to go off and do it in private? I would bet that most of
the time my parents don't even know I’m doing it!

Basically I learned most everything I needed to know about sex from my mom.
She was also the one who got me on birth control when I became sexually
active. Unlike most girls who have to hide what they do with their
boyfriends from their parents, when I gave up my virginity at the ripe old
age of f******n I couldn't wait to get home and tell my Mom all about it.
After that she insisted that I tell her everything did on my dates with every
guy I’ve been with – and I do mean EVERYTHING. She use to joke with me that
me telling her such stuff was the price I had to pay for my birth control
pills but actually I think she lived vicariously through me.

My parents knew just about everything I did when I was growing up, mostly
because I never felt the need to hide anything from them. Rather than preach
to me about abstinence and other ridiculous notions that are a total waste of
time, they generally encouraged me to take advantage of the opportunities of
adolescence and enjoy myself.

My mom especially loved to sit in bed next to me after I came home from a hot
date and listen to me as I would describe every detail of what the guy had
done to me – and me to him. I’m not sure who got turned on more during those
special mother-daughter times - her listening to how her little girl was
fucked her boyfriends or me telling her about it and watching her reactions.
It wasn't unusual for her to leave after I was through and head straight for
the drawer next to her bed. If anything, I gave me a thrill to see how much
my mom seemed to be reliving her own teen years vicariously through me.

My dad was just as interested in my dates as my mom but he was also very
concerned that I took precautions to keep myself safe. Believe it or not, my
dad actually preferred that I bring boys home to fuck me because then at
least he knew I was OK. I understood that he was just a dad anxious about
his little girl so I would leave the door to my bedroom cracked open for him
to keep on eye on us, especially when I was with a new boy. It also made me
feel more secure knowing that my dad was keeping an eye on things.

Now before you think of me as being totally naïve, of course I knew he also
enjoyed watching us and often he would masturbate afterwards. As my mom
often reminded me in such circumstances, my dad was also a man and had the
same reactions any other man would have seeing two teenagers fucking in bed,
even if the girl was his own daughter. Indeed, I would have far more worried
if he DIDN’T get turned on!

From f******n until just after I turned sixteen I fucked a total of six
teenage boys plus an older married guy from my dad’s office. During that
same time I found that I really enjoyed blowjobs and personally, I felt I had
a natural knack for them. Thus while I may have been very selective over
whose penis I allowed in my vagina, I did take advantage of every opportunity
to suck cock. There is just something about sucking a boy dick, feeling him
get hard, and then bringing him to a climax, all with just my mouth, that is
exhilarating to me. I was also quite proud of what I felt was a well-
deserved reputation among the boys for being the best cocksucker in my
school. After all, I worked hard for it – and I deserved it.

I’ve said all of this so far so people would have a better understanding of
where I was in my life up to this time and perhaps why things happened the
way they did. Frankly, I don’t think I was raised all that different from
most k**s. Certainly there was nothing that would have caused me to think
that anything like i****t would ever enter my life.

Chapter 2 – An Attitude Adjustment

One night, a couple of months after my sixteenth birthday, I came home early
from a party. It was suppose to be fun but after I got there it turned into
a boring evening full of nothing but a lot of people I didn’t know standing
around smoking and drinking – neither of which I did nor did I enjoy being
around such people. The guy who brought me was pretty hot but he soon became
so d***k I didn't even want to suck him, let alone have him fuck me, so in
disgust I asked a girlfriend to take me home.

When I walked through the front door I didn’t see my parents nor did I hear
the TV down in the basement, so I assumed that my parents must have left for
the evening. There wasn't a note or anything which didn't surprise me since
I was expected to be home late and that they probably figured that they would
be back before I got home. I’d had my eye on the guy who had taken me to the
party for a while and they both knew I was horny for him so the odds of me
being home early were pretty low.

Once upstairs, I noticed their bedroom was also empty which only confirmed my
theory regarding their whereabouts. Entering my bedroom, I was about to turn
on the overhead light when I heard something from outside my open bedroom
window. It was just cracked open for some fresh air but enough to let the
sound in unimpeded.

Our bedrooms are on the second floor and mine overlooked the back deck which
included a large hot tub. Peeking out the window between the drawn blinds, I
couldn’t believe my eyes - my parents home! The two of them were in the hot
tub which in and of itself wasn't unusual as we definitely got our money's
worth from it. What WAS surprising was that they were going at it like two
horny teenagers in heat! Needless to say, they were both completely naked
with my dad seated on the edge while my mom was mostly underwater except for
her head and shoulders which were between his spread-open legs as she sucked
his hardened cock!

It was not the first time by any means I’d seen my dad with an erection but
it WAS the first time I saw my mom (or anyone for that matter) sucking it. I
smiled to myself as my mom was demonstrating some pretty awesome cocksucking
skills. Obviously she’d had lots of practice as her face was buried in my
dad's wet crotch and she was taking all of his stiff cock in her mouth. From
the look on my dad's face he was enjoying it immensely! His hands were on her
head, pulling it into him, forcing himself deeper down her throat.

Instinctively I turned away out of respect for their privacy. As I said, my
parents were open about almost every area of their lives except for their
lovemaking which had always been something special that they reserved for
just between the two of them. The only problem was that I couldn't help
myself – something inside me seemed to be compelling me to watch them. It
was like I was hypnotized, my body reacting on its own without me controlling

Like in a trance, I turned back to the window and looked down at them as they
began to make passionate love. My mom was in a doggie position with her
hands on the edge and her bare wet butt facing my dad as he banged her hard
from behind. I couldn't quite make out his dick as it penetrated her, but
the motions they were making were unmistakable. Oh yeah, he was fucking her!

It wasn’t like this was the first time I’d seen two people having sex. Many
of the parties I was going to often involved somebody doing it. This was
different though as this wasn't two of my friends or even two strangers going
at it. This was my mom and dad! I knew I should feel guilty spying on them
like this but I couldn't tear my eye away. How often had I heard them doing
it through the wall between our bedrooms but this was the first time I was
getting to see what was happening when I heard those moans and groans.

After a while they reversed positions to where she was seated with her legs
spread wide open while he moved in between them. My mom used her fingers to
push aside her matted wet pubic hair. Watching him approach her I just
stared, afraid that if I blinked even once I might miss something. My mom
used her hand to skillfully guide my dad’s erection into her hairy pussy. I
drew in a sharp breath as for the first time in my life I actually could see
my father’s dick penetrate my mother. She threw her head back and arched her
back as he thrust himself deep inside of her.

Speaking of pussies, there was a growing sensation in my own as I imagined
how my mom must be feeling at that moment, feeling her hungry pussy being
filled by her lover’s swollen cock. I didn’t matter whose it was, it was in
her and that was what counted.

I watched intently, frozen in place as my dad fucked my mom over and over,
including several positions I’d never tried. The more I watched the more I
was realized that I was getting incredibly turned on! To my astonishment and
even a bit of embarrassment, my pussy was getting wetter by the second while
my mouth was dry like a desert. It didn't help either that I hadn’t been
fucked tonight the way I’ hoped and expected to be. Stupid guy! I wonder if
he had any idea how horny I was tonight and how badly I’d wanted him to fuck
me? In any case, seeing my parents making love brought out all the horniness
that had been building up in me during the course of the evening.

Suddenly the most astonishing realization struck me. It was as if in the
blink of an eye something just clicked inside of me, like a switch that had
laid dormant all my life but was suddenly turned on. I couldn't believe it.
Oh my god, for the first time in my life I was feeling a genuine sexual
attraction to my own parents! Sure there had been times I might get horny
seeing my dad jerking his cock, especially when he would cum and spray all
over himself but it was more that it reminded me of being laid by my
boyfriend, not my dad jerking off. Masturbating with your mother is a great
way to spend an evening, but it’s not like we even touched each other – or
even mentioned it.

My mind churned as I started to think about how in recent years that my dad
was getting an erection more and more often when he saw me nude or playing
with myself, or at least he wasn’t hiding it as much as he use to. Until now
I was appreciative (and a little amused) that he was turned on by me yet I
knew deep down that it meant nothing more to him personally then when he
would get horny from some anonymous slut in a dirty video. It couldn’t have
been ME, his daughter, that he was getting hard thinking about, it was the
“girl” he saw. In a way, I guess you could say I considered myself a
facilitator, not a participant, of my dad’s sexual fantasies. That’s a LONG
was from having sex with him!

Watching my parents making love for the first time in my life, I realized
that what I was feeling now was something entirely new for me, something I’d
never even fantasized about let alone hope would come true. It was a little
unsettling even as for the first time in my life I was being turned on by
watching a dick that wasn't just some boyfriend or a boy making a move on me,
it was my DAD’S cock that I was thinking about.

It’s really hard to describe my feelings then. It wasn't that knot I get in
my stomach when I see a boy’s nice dick and I want it so bad I could scream.
This was something I’d never experienced before. For the past two years I’d
had sex to please one person - ME. The only time I sucked a dick or let a
guy fuck me was when there was something in it for me. Now, for the first
time in my life I wanted to have sex to please someone else. For the first
time I didn’t want to just pretend to submit to someone just to make it fun
for me, but rather because I wanted to give myself totally and completely to
someone - my father.

Yes, I wanted to give myself to him. I wanted my dad to do the same thing to
me that he was doing for my mother. Just as he was showing my mother his
love to her as her husband, I wanted him to show his love for me as my father
in this intimate way. But more than anything else I wanted to please him in
the same way I could tell that my mother was pleasing him. I wanted to be
the best daughter I could possibly be for him, attending to his needs and
desires as I knew only I could do.

To be sure, it wasn’t like I was simply horny for my dad, it wasn't that way
at all. Face it, my dad might not be in that bad of shape but we’re still
talking about a guy more than twice my age, not a hunk at school. This
wasn’t lust, this was love. Not the sort of love I felt for my first
boyfriend Steve but the love of a daughter for her father.

Of course, no matter how you view the emotional implications, in the end it
was still SEX that I was thinking about, just that now it was all about sex
with my DAD. As much as I felt these new feelings in me, there was still a
part of me that was shocked beyond words that I could even be thinking this
way. Like, what kind of kinky, perverted girl would want to suck her own
father’s cock? How could I even THINK about my dad fucking me, let alone do
anything about it for real? What would my parents think of me if they knew
how I was feeling right now?

Even worse, at least so far as my sensibilities went, it wasn't just a blow
job that I was thinking of giving him. Nooooooo, I wanted my dad to fuck me!
Despite my rationalizations that what I was watching was a mother-father
thing, not just sex, I still couldn't help but feeling hot but yet there was
this other side of me that was trying to tell me that such feelings were
wrong. But yet the more I thought about it the more I had to ask, why? Just
because he was my father didn't mean we couldn't share our most intimate
feelings. So it was i****t? So what?

My parents and I had discussed a lot things regarding sex as I grew up but
i****t was one topic that was NEVER mentioned. It wasn’t like they didn't
want to talk about it, the subject simply never came up. I certainly wasn’t
going to be the one to initiate it. Until a few moments ago the very idea
never even crossed my mind.

Then I thought about it some more. While my parents had never encouraged
anything whatsoever regarding i****t, at the same time I don’t remember them
once ever coming right out and telling me that it was wrong either. You
would think that if they considered it inherently wrong that they would have
said something about it, just as they had about other things they didn’t
think I should to do.

Sheesh, you can imagine how confused I was at this moment as I grappled with
the conflicting feelings that were emerging, feelings that were so new to me
yet so incredibly sharp, so overpoweringly strong, I was feeling totally
overwhelmed by them. A part of me was urging me to immediately strip and
join them in the hot tub but at the same time, it scared the heck out of me
to even think about it. What would they say? Would it repulse them? Would
they think I was some kind of pervert? So many things were going through my
head that all I could do for the moment was stand there motionless, staring
at my naked parents below me as they made love.

The more I watched my mom and dad, the hornier I got. Like, who can watch
two people they love and adore making love without getting turned on? With
each thrust of my father’s dick into my mom’s pussy, I became more and more
convinced that I wanted him to do that very same thing to me.

My fingers began to touch me as my body instinctively responded. Feelings of
lust and desire arose in me that I’d never felt before, at least not in this
way. All my life I’d loved my father and would do anything for him. Was
this any different? Suddenly I began to understand more about why I was
feeling the way I was. I realized that there was something I could give him
the nobody else in the world could – his own daughter! I wanted to please my
father but I couldn't help but wonder if he would accept the gift I wanted to
give him.

As I stood there by the window, watching them intently, I began to play with
myself. My right hand reached under my short skirt and moved aside the
skimpy thong I was wearing. My fingers quickly found my swelling clit and
then I pressed my middle finger between my pussy lips and up inside of me as
I watched my father’s hard cock moving in and out of my mother’s hot hairy
pussy. As my finger pushed inside of me, for the first time in my life I
imagined it was my father’s dick as he entered me. The very thought made my
pussy tingle!

It didn't take long before I was so worked up it was all I could do to not
run down there and join them! Eventually my dad came and I watched as he
sprayed his cum all over my mom's face and hair as she stroked his cock with
both hands. Using his cock like a squeegee, she wiped as much of it as she
could into her mouth and gently sucked him some more as he softened. Oh my
god - I came so hard when she did that! My legs felt week and I leaned
against the wall to keep my balance as my orgasm swept through me.

All I could think about at that moment was my dad’s cock, how it would feel
in me, how it would feel for him to erupt in me and pour his seed into my
pussy - his own daughter’s pussy at that. What would it be like to have your
own father fuck you? Would he even do it? Had he ever dreamed of fucking
his own daughter? Would he want to cum inside of me?

Eventually they kissed passionately for the longest time after which they
grabbed their towels and headed back towards the house. Damn, I couldn't let
them know I’d seen them, let alone masturbated as I watched them! Good grief,
what would they say if they knew their own daughter had just masturbated
while dreaming of having sex with her father?

So much of our relationship was based on trust and mutual respect, especially
in dealing with sexual matters, so how could I possibly explain my new
feelings for my dad? Even worse, as far as my parents were concerned making
love was something intimate that they’d always kept as something special
between the two of them and now I had violated that privacy. How could I ask
them to trust me if they ever found out what I’d just done? I was no better
than a Peeping Tom.

In a state of panic I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them under
the bed (where most of my dirty clothes seemed to end up anyway) and slipped
under the covers. When they came upstairs to their bedroom, I heard the
floorboard squeak outside my room and I knew that someone must be checking me
out. Even though the light in my bedroom was off, the hall light was more
than enough for anyone to see that I was in bed.

M eyes were tightly shut as I pretended to be asl**p but I could still
imagine them looking at each other, probably wondering how long I’d been home
and if I’d seen them. Acting as though they’d just awakened me, I slowly
opened my eyes, blinking at the light and flashing what I hoped was an
innocent smile. As it turned out only my dad was standing there, silhouetted
against the hallway light. He was still nude from being in the hot tub but
his erection was long gone.

“So when did you get home baby?” he asked softly, “Kind of early, isn’t it?
Everything OK?”

I explained how the party had been a bust and that I’d just gotten home a few
minutes ago. He looked at me and I wondered if he could see how flushed I
remained from having just masturbated so hard. The light was probably too
dim though and if he suspected anything he didn't certainly show it.

My dad stepped in my room and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Well, sl**p tight baby,” he whispered.

“G’nite daddy... luv ya.”

How many times had he done this in the past? Hundreds? Thousands? Yet for
the first time I was distinctly conscious of the fact he was nude and his
cock was literally just inches away from my head. Although the circumstances
were no different than so many times before, it was like being Eve in the
garden, aware of her nudity for the first time when before that it wasn't
even something she thought about.

I couldn't help but glance at his crotch and look at his dick hanging there
in the dim light. Had I really imagined sucking that very cock and him
fucking me with it just a few minutes ago? It was the same dick I’d felt
under me when I sat on his lap in the hot tub, the same one that he would
stroked while watching a sex girl on TV. It hadn’t changed but I certainly
had. It might be the same dick I’d ignored before, but there was no ignoring
it anymore.

At the same time he was acting so normally that it made me wonder if I had
someone imagined everything, that it was all just a weird dream. That
simple, innocent kiss while standing there naked beside me without a hint of
sexual intent made me feel as if he’d woken me from a dream and none of what
had just happened was real. Yet I knew better. It WAS all real and I looked
away from him quickly, not sure of whether I should be looking at it that way
or not.

If my dad noticed anything unusual about my actions he didn't make any
indication of it before leaving to go to their bedroom. Alone again I just
laid there and let out a long breath. OMG, did he have any idea what I was
thinking when I looked at his exposed crotch? Thank goodness the lights were
dim and he couldn't see how flushed I was.

As I replayed the events of the last hour or so I found the heat between my
legs returning and before long I was going at it again. I dreamed that my
father hadn’t left but instead of kissing me, he had taken his cock and
rubbed it against my lips, demanding that I suck him.

It wasn't long before I came as I imagined sucking my dad’s cock while he
stood there by the side of my bed. I fell asl**p with thoughts of being in
the hot tub with them, of letting my dad fuck me as my mom watched and played
with herself.

Afterwards I dreamed that he told me what a good daughter I was and how much
he loved me – and how he especially loved fucking me.

Chapter 3 – Debating i****t

The next morning I woke up and for a moment I thought everything that had
happened the night before was just an awesome dream. If anything, I felt
guilty for having spied on my parents and even guiltier still for imaging
those things with my dad. It wasn't fair of me to think that he would ever
do such a thing to his daughter. What kind of father did I think he was
that he would actually fuck his own daughter?

As I usually did in such circumstances, I prayed for a while, asking God for
His guidance and especially His forgiveness. When I finished praying, it
suddenly became clear to me, as if God was already answering my prayer. The
Bible says to honor you mother and father. Well, how much more could I honor
my father than to submit myself to him? It would be almost like I was
sacrificing myself for him except in this case it would be for his pleasure.

At first I was troubled by the adultery aspect. Regardless of what they may
have done before marriage, once my parents took their wedding vows they’d
never had sex with anyone else (at least, that is what I thought at that
time). Was fucking your daughter really the same as being with another

The more I thought about it the more I realized that it wasn't the same thing
at all. For goodness sakes I was his DAUGHTER, his own flesh and bl**d, not
some outsider that he would lust for and then take in violation of his vows
to his wife. In fact, I slowly came to the realization that my dad DESERVED
to fuck me, that as my father he even had the RIGHT to do so. Thus by
withholding myself from him, as I had for so many years, was that a sign of
disrespect on my part?

For the next few nights I continued to debate this with myself and in doing
so, found myself rubbing my pussy constantly as I replayed over and over how
my dad made love to my mom that night. No matter how conflicted I might
start out, in the end I would always fantasize about having my dad doing
those same things to me. I couldn't help but dream about what might have
happened if I’d surprised them by jumping in the hot tub while they were
still making love. Would they have let me join in and made it a genuine
f****y night?

The more I thought about it the more I realized how badly I wanted him to do
to me what I watched him do to Mom. It may have seemed crazy before but I
knew now without a shadow of doubt that I wanted my own father to fuck me! I
wanted nothing more than to please him and show him how much I loved him by
giving him the one thing he’d never had – sex with his daughter.

This was becoming more and more about pleasing my father, about honoring him,
about fulfilling my obligations as his daughter, about my duties that I was
becoming painfully aware that I’d failed to meet. The more I read my Bible
and thought about it, the more guilty I felt as I soon realized I’d been
withholding something from my dad that he DESERVED, something that as my
father he had earned and thus had the right to possess in any way he wanted –

It also dawned on me that while i****t wasn’t something I’d ever discussed
with my parents, it needed to be brought up now. In all fairness to my
parents, I suppose we’d avoided it until now more because there was no reason
to discuss it than making a conscious decision. Thus all I‘d ever heard
about i****t until now was from the news when some perverted father would
**** or abuse his daughter. In truth, I had no idea how my parents felt
about the subject. Was it something they’d avoided because they didn't
believe in it? Would they be upset if they knew how I had been feeling

Regardless of my fears and worries, by now I wanted more than anything to
submit myself completely to him, to tell him that it was OK for me to take in
whatever way he wanted. I fantasized about him whispering to me that he
loved me so much that he wanted to show me in a special way, a way that only
a father could with his daughter. I dreamed of him taking me in his arms and
pushing his hard cock deep inside of me. God, I wanted so badly for him to
want to cum in me and give me his most intimate gift.

OK, I’m not a saint. To be 100% honest, it was more than just doing it for
my dad. Deep down there was a part of me that wanted him to fuck me for my
own pleasure as well. Watching him fuck my mom and seeing her cumming so
hard I knew from the start that I wanted him to do the same to me as well!
After all, I loved sex so why not?

Now that I was thinking about my dad in new ways, other thoughts and
questions began to surface as well. Even though my parents had always kept
sex to themselves and not tried in any way to f***e themselves on me, as I
sat in class I found myself looking back at events in my life and wondering
what was REALLY on their minds during some of those times. Now I was curious
and wondered if my dad had ever thought of ME when he masturbated. When I
would play with myself in the f****y room while we watched a sexy movie, what
was really turning him on more – me masturbating or the movie? Until now I‘d
always thought it was the movie but maybe it was more than that – or was it
just wishful thinking on my part?

I remembered back to when I was barely eight years old and I’d seen him
stroking himself in their bedroom for the first time. Of course I’d seen his
dick plenty of times before but never like this. My mom caught me watching
him (how do they always know what you’re doing anyway?) and she took me to my
room where she explained to me what was happening with my dad.

Later that night when we were all in the hot tub, my mom showed me how to
hold and stroke his cock so I would know what a man felt like. It surprised
me when he came and some of it hit me on the face. I vaguely remembered them
arguing then, as if my mom was upset with something he wanted to do. Now,
eight years later, I wondered what he had wanted from me? Neither of them
had ever mentioned it again ever since so did he still think about me doing
it that night?

As I said, I never touched him that way again in the eight years that had
passed. Granted, I certainly saw his cock grow and erupt many times as I
grew up. After all my dad, like most men, masturbated a LOT. Yet I never
once thought he did it because of me even though I knew my dad sometimes
looked at me a lot more intensely over the past couple of years as I began to
grow in all the right places.

Actually I felt flattered that I was starting to look attractive and sexy
enough to catch his my own dad’s eye. He WAS a guy and I was secretly
thrilled every time I caught him giving me the once-over when he thought I
wasn’t looking. He also looked at lots of other girls and he didn’t have sex
with any of them so why would it be any different with me?

I think it’s important for people to know that my father NEVER made any overt
move towards me in a sexual way as I was growing up (forgetting the hot tub
incident). Even if he did get an erection when I was around, I assumed it
was a direct result of seeing a pretty girl on the TV show that he’d just

I’m not totally naïve though. Of course I knew it turned him on to secretly
watch me having sex with a boyfriend in my room or watch me masturbate. Mom
explained to me years ago when I first started maturing that my father was a
man and like all men, there were parts of his body which he couldn’t control.
Thus is it any wonder that I never suspected in the slightest way that he had
been secretly lusting for me for years?

As I thought more and more about being with my dad I decided to see just how
interested he really was in his little girl. I had to know if this was just
all in my imagination, a product of my hopes and dreams, or something that
was real and tangible. So many things could be taken either way.

Short of walking up to him and asking him outright to fuck me, I was facing a
bit of a dilemma – or so I thought. It was sort of ironic that the very same
trust and respect that made me feel open and secure sexually with my parents
was now making it downright hard for me to hint to my dad what my real
desires were! Like, if most girls want to tease a man or seduce him, they
can flash their bodies, let the guy see them masturbate, and so forth. Well,
all that was just a normal day with me and my dad so what was there for me to
do short of actually DOING something with him?

Chapter 4 – “Seducing” My Dad

Because of what I assumed were my father’s feelings toward me, I thought that
I would have to “seduce him” somehow or otherwise talk him into doing
anything more intimate with me. Growing up, I could see from the looks in
their eyes that many fathers liked to look at young girls, even their own
daughters. However, as far as I knew none of those dads fucked their
daughters which left me worried as to whether or not my dad would want to
fuck me or not. Would he be offended by the very thought? What if in doing
do it hurt our relationship which, although not sexual at the time, was still
very close from an emotional perspective?

To be safe, rather than approach him directly I started flirting with my dad,
trying to advertise that I was “available” if he really wanted me. Now for
most girls it would probably be pretty easy to get their dad’s attention.
Not for me. If I was to come in the room naked, he would just tell me to go
put something on before I caught a cold. If I sat on his lap and rubbed my
bare ass against him he would just accuse me of teasing him. Other girls
could start masturbating and let their dad “catch” them, peaking his
interest. My dad would just ignore me or at most, tell me to keep it down so
he could hear the TV!

The shame was that what I didn't know was that I didn't have to worry about
“convincing” him of anything. Unknown to me at the time, my dad had been
lusting for me since the first time I held his cock in the hot tub back when
I was eight. Another thing I was unaware of was that my dad had promised my
mom that he would NOT do what her dad had done which was to f***e himself
upon his daughter (both in his case) the first time. Even though in her case
it eventually worked out for the best, she was adamant that it had to be MY
decision, even if that meant it never happened.

My mom’s was not wrong very often, but this was one time I feel she
overreacted. Actually that’s being too kin. My mom was WRONG and because of
that I’d lost years when I could have been pleasing my father. Her situation
with her father had been a LOT different. She wasn't even having sex yet
when her dad had come into her bedroom when she was only f******n and taken
her virginity without even asking. Although she hadn’t resisted, at the same
time it wasn't something she had expected or was truly prepared for as her
mother didn’t discuss sex with her.

Well, my dad certainly didn't need to do anything like that with me, but he
COULD have at least let me know how he felt. It was SO frustrated as I
thought his apparent lack of interest in me sexually was genuine. Often I
think back about how it would have been so much easier if he had just told me
his true feelings so I could have offered myself to him as a daughter should
to her father.

Oh well, the things we would change in the past if we could! However, with
things as they were I found myself debating once again whether I shouldn’t
just come right out and ask him. Boy, I could just imagine how THAT
conversation would go... “Hi daddy, wanna fuck me?”

For the first time I sympathized with some poor boy trying to work up the
courage to ask a girl to a dance. Guys never turned me away so I’d never
experienced such an intense fear of rejection. As much as I wanted my dad to
do me, if he turned me down I think I would’ve been totally embarrassed and
devastated. It was unthinkable!

The “problem” I was facing was that I was almost certain by now that he was
turned on by me. The more I thought about it, the more I started to think
that he was probably masturbating by fantasizing about me. Yeah, so that
meant he was a normal male jerking off to the image of a teenage girl but did
that really mean anything so far as me personally?

My parents had taught me at an early age that fantasies were just that –
fantasies. Anything goes so far as fantasies go so long as you understand
where the line is between fantasy and reality. Therefore, even if my dad
WAS jerking off while thinking about me, even if I DID turn him on when I
masturbated in front of him, even if he did get off seeing me having sex,
none of that necessarily meant that the fantasies he was having about me
would ever translate into reality. I’m sure most fathers fantasize about
their teenage daughters and don't ever have sex with them so why would my dad
be any different?

There was something else that made me hesitate as well. The more I thought
about it the more significant it seemed to me that as open about sex as my
parents were, the one thing they had never discussed was i****t. Actually,
until now I hadn’t thought about it one way or the other. Was there a
reason? Was this one thing that was out of bounds for discussion, even for
my parents?

Then again, was I reading too much into what they did NOT talk about? It was
like some of the arguments I use to have at school where people would draw
conclusions from what the Bible did NOT say. Even though it bothers me when
people do that, here I was, doing the same thing regarding i****t.

Maybe we didn't discuss i****t because they never wanted me to misunderstand
any of their actions to mean anything other than showing their care and
concern of their daughter? If THAT was the case then was it right for me to
be thinking and doing these things? What if they were offended by my new
thoughts and feelings? I’d always been open with them and they’d always
encouraged me to experiment but this would be REALLY new!

As the days went by, things got to the point where I almost gave up on the
while idea until I remembered the times my parents and I would discuss the
difference between being erotic and vulgar. They taught me that it was the
mental side of sex that had as much impact on the results than anything. My
mom once told me that it was the intentions and goals of each person that
made more difference in how the sex was than anything physical. She pointed
out that strippers have always known this which is why they just don’t strut
out naked from the start – that it was the anticipation that turned on men
more than anything else.

As all these different thoughts were mixing themselves up in my head, I
realized that the answer for my dilemma was somehow linked to all of them.
For me to appear before my father nude was NOT erotic, it was just me without
any clothes on, no different than any other time. Somehow I had to find a
way to make him see me not as just another naked teenage girl, but as his
sexy daughter who wanted nothing more than to please her father in whatever
way he wanted her – and I mean WHATEVER way he wanted.

I was terribly excited by this “revelation” and so I decided to first
experiment by trying a few more subtle moves and test his reactions before
doing anything more forward. I even sorted through his porn collection and
watched a few “Taboo” videos to get some ideas for how a girl could seduce
her father. I’m not a big porno fan but some of those scenes were incredibly
hot between the fathers and daughters. Of course they were all actors and
the girls were whores, but as I mentioned before, it was the thoughts and
emotions the scenes evoked that turned me on more than the actual images.

The next evening I went down to the f****y room where my father was watching
TV, sitting in his favorite chair as usual. My mom was there as well,
absorbed in some magazine, barely acknowledging my entrance.

Walking over to my dad’s chair, I noticed he was wearing a pair of sweat
pants but no shirt or socks. Without saying a word, I climbed on top of him
and sat squarely on his lap. It wasn't all that unusual for me to do this
although he sometimes teased me, groaning as if I was heavy and warning me
that I wasn't such a little girl anymore. At the same time, he almost never
told me to get off either.

Feeling a little self-conscious, I leaned against my dad with my arm around
his neck and nuzzled my face into his shoulder and neck. Mmmmmmm, he smelled
so good! As I settled in, my growing boobs pressed against his bare chest
through the thin cotton of the t-shirt I was wearing.

Mmmmmmm, I was rewarded with the feeling of something growing under me. It
wasn’t anything new as his dick usually responded that way when I was on his
lap but until now I’d never made a direct connection between his erections
and any erotic thoughts about me. I’d previously assumed it was just a
natural, uncontrollable and involuntary reaction caused by the pressure of a
girl’s bare ass rubbing against his dick. That’s what my mom always told me
anyway. Now as I felt him growing under me I wondered if maybe she’d been
trying to hide from me the REAL reason it happened.

As usual I was wearing nothing underneath my t-shirt so when I sat in his lap
like this it had a tendency to ride up and leave my butt bare pressing
against his lap. In the past, I hadn’t thought much about how that might
cause him to react. Actually, I never thought much about it at all.

Now as I felt my bare ass pressing against the soft material of his sweat
pants, I couldn't help but think about how there was nothing between his
hardening cock and my pussy but a thin piece of cloth. His dick was pressing
more and more firmly against me and it thrilled me as I realized that he was
getting hard - and it was because of me!

My mom looked up from her magazine a few times and peered over her reading
glasses to see what was going on. Actually, nothing was happening. Although
my dad’s dick now felt like a hard pipe sticking up underneath me, neither of
us made any indication that we were aware of it, or of how my boobs against
him might be making him feel. I guess from her perspective, it was no
different than any other night. If she could read my mind she would know it
was a LOT different for me!

The longer I sat on my dad’s lap, the hornier I could feel myself getting and
I needed badly to rub my pussy. Now THAT was one thing I’d NEVER done before
– masturbate while I sat on his lap. Playing with myself on the couch while
my parents watched TV was one thing, but doing it on his lap was something
else entirely. Sure there had been times when I was horny on his lap and had
gotten off so I could relieve some tension, but it wasn't my DAD that was
making me horny at the time, or not that I realized. This was the first time
in my life that I was horny as hell while sitting on his lap when I could say
that HE was to blame for it!

Well, if there was ever an opportunity to be more erotic with my dad, this
was it. Once again I couldn't help but sympathize with how a boy must feel
when he is sitting next to me in a car or the theater, wanting to touch me
but afraid to make that first move. Now it was me that wanted to make the
first move. Damn, working up the courage was not nearly as easy as when I
had fantasized about it earlier in the day.

After about thirty minutes or so of debating, I was still too chicken to do
anything but sit on his lap. My dad was starting to shift his weight around,
a sign that I was indeed not as little a I use to be and starting to get
heavy on his lap. I knew it wouldn't be long before he “suggested” I get off
and let the bl**d return to his legs or some other silly comment. Usually
that meant getting off and taking my place on the couch across the room.
Time was running out and if I was going to make a move I needed to do it

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to alert him but needing
to focus and channel my sexual energy. Here goes nothing! I took my left
hand and reached down between my legs and cupped my warm pussy. Using my
middle finger, I rubbed my clit slowly, causing a slight gasp to escape
through my closed lips before I could stop it.

“Hmmmmmm, I think somebody’s a little extra horny tonight! Boyfriend not
taking care of you lately?”

My dad didn't say it very loud but my mom heard it anyway and I saw her
eyebrows raise just a smidge as she looked over and saw where my hand was.
She didn't say anything but I noticed that she started looking over our way a
lot more often.

“Oh daddy, you know better than that.... Well, maybe a little.”

My finger touched my clit and pressed down on it, sending a shiver through me
which my father obviously could feel as tightly as I was pressed up tightly
against him.

“Ummmmm, seems to me like it’s more than just a little, don’t you think?”

I opened my eyes and saw my dad was looking down where my hand was moving
between my legs.

“You don’t mind, do you daddy?” I whispered in his ear, “I don’t want to
bother you.”

My dad chuckled, “Don't worry, you’re not bothering me at all. Hey, a girl’s
gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, I guess.”

He didn't say anything more but his arm that had been resting on the armrest
behind me moved and wrapped around me. His hand was on my bare upper thigh
and for a brief moment my heart raced as I thought maybe he was going to move
it further over and “help” me but he just rested it on my leg.

As I continued to masturbate, all I could think about was what my dad might
be thinking. I’d never done anything so overtly sexual with him before.
Sure it was just me touching myself, not as if I’d reached down and grabbed
his erect dick. Even so, I’d never played with myself while he was touching
me, even if it was innocent.

My pussy was soaking wet as I thought about what must be going through my
dad’s mind at that moment. Was I turning him on? Did he have any idea why I
was doing this now? Was he thinking about touching me, maybe even fucking
me? His dick certainly wasn't getting any softer so something nasty must
have been going on to keep his dick hard for so long!

“Um, Kelly, don’t you think you should be doing that on the couch and not
pestering your dad?”

Evidently my mom had figured things had gone far enough. Technically she was
correct - it was just common courtesy. While I was brought up that
masturbation was nothing to hide, at the same time it was STILL a personal
thing and needed to be treated as such.

I wondered if she had any idea WHY I was doing this? Was she just correcting
my manners or was she trying to keep me from seducing her husband? Normally I
could go to my mom and discuss anything but for the first time I felt
uncomfortable bringing up the issue with her and so I’d not told her about
any of my thoughts or concerns.

“It’s OK Mary, she’s not bothering me,” my dad said, trying to defend me but
my mom would have none of it.

“Yeah, I bet! Kelly, I said that’s enough!”

There’s no arguing with my mom in such circumstances. Reluctantly I pulled
my hand from between my legs and gave my dad a peck on the cheek before
working my way slowly off his lap, making sure I rubbed my ass against his
dick as seductively as possible.

Once I was off his lap, I looked back and saw his dick was raising his pants
up like a circus tent pole. My mom noticed as well and the look she gave my
dad would have shriveled the erections of most men but my dad just ignored

It was tempting to move over to the couch and finish myself off there but
something told me I’d pushed things far enough for one night. Instead, I
made my way to my room where it only took a few minutes of furious pussy play
to make myself cum like a flood as I dreamed of my dad’s hard cock pressing
against my bottom. God, it has only been an inch or so away from my pussy
but yet it may as well have been a mile. What would it take to get it

Later on I heard my parents coming up the stairs to go to bed. I felt a bit
nervous, waiting for my mom to come in and give me her standard lecture on
“inappropriate” behavior that she pulled out whenever she thought I’d stepped
over the line.

Surprisingly, neither of them made an appearance. Instead, I heard the door
shut and it wasn't long before the sounds of their love making were coming
through the thin wall that separated our rooms. Listening to my mom cry out
as she came, I couldn't help but smile to myself. If anything, something
told me my mom owed me one for getting my dad so horny!

The following evening my dad was sitting in the kitchen and I slowly walked
by wearing a t-shirt that was so short that I couldn't even start to pretend
it was even partially covering my bare bottom. As I walked by him, I wagged
my teenage ass at him in a provocative manner. Well, I guess there's not
much of any OTHER way to wag your bare butt when you come down to it.

My dad responded by laughing and slapping my naked butt with the open palm of
his hand, making a loud smacking sound. It sounded a lot worse than it felt
but I wasn't going to let him know that.

“Daddy!” I exclaimed playfully, “That hurt! Don’t spank me!”

My dad laughed and put his hand on my hip to pull me closer to him. His
other hand reached around to cup my naked ass. His open palm and fingers
started to rub it in little circles in the same area where he had just
smacked me..

“There, does it feel better now?” he asked, same as he did when I was a
little girl when he would rub my knee after a fall.

“Daddy!” I giggled like a little girl, “Are you playing with my butt?”

It was really more of a statement than a question since it was obvious that
was exactly what he WAS doing. Just then my mom walked in and her eyes
glared at my dad.

“John! Just WHAT do you think you’re doing?” she said in a sharp tone.

My dad looked a bit embarrassed but he still managed to give me on last
squeeze before he took his hand off of me. I reached down and gave him a
kiss on the forehead. Standing back up, I tossed my hair back and started to
walk out but just before I was left the kitchen I turned back.

“It’s OK mom... I liked it!”

Oh my god! I put my hands to my mouth, not quite believing I’d actually said
that out loud. Twirling around, I giggled and ran out before either of them
could respond. I had no idea what they said to each other but I would’ve
given about anything to eavesdrop just a little!

Back in my bedroom, I plopped on my bed face down and reached behind to touch
my bottom. Thoughts of my dad’s hand rubbing me caused a warm feeling to run
through me. I couldn’t recall him ever touching me quite that way before.
Certainly I’d been spanked before – I wasn’t THAT good a c***d growing up!
There were even times when he had patted me on the bottom for encouragement
but never before had his hand lingered in quite this way and certainly he had
never rubbed it before like he just had. Hmmmmmm, maybe there was hope after

While my dad seemed to be responding the way I’d hoped, it was my mom that
had me confused. Talk about mixed messages! On the one hand she would scold
my dad and me when we got too playful, but then later she acted as if nothing
had happened. Was she really offended by what I was doing or did she feel
obligated to act like she was?

Over the next few days I became more and more blatant in the way I would rub
up against my dad. What I found REALLY interesting was that as I became more
aggressive he in turn started to be more open about looking at me, even
grinning at times when I would wear some ridiculously skimpy outfit and
parade around in front of him.

One of my favorite outfits to wear around the house has always been a simple
long t-shirt that’s not quite long enough to cover my ass – and that was when
I was standing. Of course when I sat down or bent over it was instantly
obvious I had no underwear on (not that I ever wore any at home).

Another of my favorite evening outfits was just as simple if not quite as
blatantly revealing – one of my dad’s dress shirts. Sometimes I would steal
one from his closet and then wear it for the evening. They were comfortable
and later in life I even took a few to college with me. He would grumble
sometimes about it but I knew he was just teasing me. They hung loose on me
and the tails would cover my ass and pussy from view but the sides were cut
to show off my hips and legs.

Now, though, I starting to run around without buttoning them and even though
they were still so baggy that that they covered me most of the time, when I
laid on my back on the couch or sat in his lap they would open up and expose
me to him.

Things seemed to stall, though, until one morning I crossed the hall from the
bathroom to my room after a shower just as my dad left their bedroom to go
into the bathroom (an amazing coincidence if I say so myself). I pretended
to slip on the hall carpet and fell into him so he had to grab me to keep me
from hitting the floor. His hands felt so strong on my nude body and as he
held me against him.

“Wow, you really ARE growing up, aren’t you.”

I didn't say a word but just pressed my small boobs against him and gave him
a big hug. He had his arms around me and I noted that his hands slipped down
until he was cradling my ass in them. His cock was pressed against my
stomach and even thought it was flaccid, I could’ve sworn that I felt it
stirring. We just held each other for a few more seconds until suddenly he
turned to go into the bathroom. Somehow in that moment I felt like something
had silently been conveyed between us. Was he signaling that he’d gotten my
“messages” and that all I had to do was let him know so he could be sure? Had
the moment I had been dreaming of, yet dreading at the same time, finally

I figured it was finally time to just make a more straightforward move and
see what happened. For the rest of the day it seemed all I could think about
was the upcoming evening and what I hoped would happen.

Finally evening arrived and my dad was back in the f****y room watching TV
and reading the local newspaper. His LazyBoy was tilted back with the
footrest up. This time he was wearing just a ragged pair of old college gym
shorts. They were faded and full of holes and my mom had threatened numerous
times to throw them out every time he wore them; but for whatever reason they
were his favorites.

My mom had left to go shopping about ten minutes earlier and knowing her, I
figured she wouldn't be back for at least a few hours.

As soon as my mom had left I changed into a thin white cotton t-shirt. It
was even shorter than even the version I normally wore which essentially left
me walking around totally bottomless. Of course I was wearing nothing
underneath so my trimmed pussy was on full display. Not only was the t-shirt
way too short, it was also a few sizes too small such that it was stretched
so tight it might as well have been painted on. Even my small boobs looked
bigger than usual as they stretched out the material even further and my
nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cotton cloth.

God! I was SO nervous yet at the same time unbelievably horny! My pussy
throbbed as I took a deep breath and slowly walked down the stairs to the
basement f****y room.

"Hey daddy! How are you feeling tonight?"

"Great Kelly,” he replied automatically, not even looking up from the
newspaper he was reading. Then he glanced up and I saw him do a double take
as he saw what I was wearing.

“Damn Kelly, hate to be the one to tell you this but I think you outgrew that
t-shirt a couple of years ago!"

I gave him my sweetest little girl innocent look and pretended to pout

"Why, is there something wrong with it daddy? I can go change if you want me

It was all I could do to keep a straight face at how fast my dad shook his

"On no - don't bother. It’s OK I guess."

He tired to laugh to make it appear he didn’t care but at the same time I
noticed he was looking at me in a way I hadn't quite seen before. If there
is one thing every girl learns early, it’s how to interpret the way a guy
looks at you. Rather than the usual “daddy look” (how else can I describe
it?), it was more the way the boys look at me when they’re horny and want
nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of me.

Whenever I was with my boyfriends I always got a thrill when I saw “the look”
because I knew it meant I was going to be fucked before the night was over –
if I let him. Still, I have to admit that it seemed a bit strange to have my
own father look at me that way but yet I hoped that the outcome would be the
same! I found myself getting turned on more by the minute which encouraged
me to continue on with my plan.

Instead of going directly to his lap as I’d done the week before, I curled up
on the f****y room couch which was on the opposite side of the room from his
recliner and closer to the TV. I couldn't really see him while in this
position but I knew he could see me clearly. My T-shirt rode half-way up my
stomach as I tucked my legs under me which meant he was getting a great view
of my bare ass!

We both watched TV for a while, neither of us saying anything and just
pretending it was another typical evening. Now and then I would reposition
myself as if to make myself more comfortable. Of course, each time I made
sure he got a better view of my ass and what was becoming a wetter and wetter

I could feel my pussy beginning to throb as I thought of my own father
watching me, looking at me and hopefully wanting me, maybe even lusting for
me. It wasn’t like my dad had never seen my pussy before yet somehow there
seemed to be a huge difference between he SEEING my pussy and LOOKING at it
as he was now

In the past when we were nude together it was just part of the situation -
usually in the tub or bathroom. There wasn’t anything sexual intended at
those times unlike the current situation. It was one thing to discuss it but
I was fast learning firsthand what it meant to be erotic. Well, if intent
was a factor in creating a sexual situation then I was certainly guilty!

My dad turned to one of the adult cable channels. There was a soft porn
movie playing and although I’d never been a big porn fan I knew he enjoyed
them and so I tolerated them. The really hard core ones turned me totally
off so he usually didn’t watch them when I was around, although there have
been a few that were actually quite instructional!

As we watched I laid on my back and spread my legs wide apart as I started
masturbating. God I was already so wet! I heard my dad’s chair rustle behind
me and I had a good idea why without having to look back! In the past I
would’ve thought it was the movie that was turning him on but now I wondered
what was turning him on more – the movie or me? Well, there was only one way
to find out for sure...

I stopped playing with myself and stood up, licking my pussy juices from my
fingers. That in itself wasn't so odd but the way I looked at him while I
did it was certainly new. I looked back and indeed, my dad’s rock-hard cock
was sticking out from his shorts. He was stroking it with his hand and for a
few minutes I just stood there watching him as he masturbated. The only
difference was this time I knew it t was more than just my dad getting
himself off. Plus, this time I stood there wondering what it tasted like and
how it would feel inside of me!

Goose bumps rose up all over me as I was within an arm’s length of my dad’s
erect cock and for the first time in my life I looked at it in much the way I
looked at other men’s cocks – as a sexual organ I craved rather than just my
dad’s penis. I almost leaned over to move his hand out of the way and
substitute my own but I needed one final confirmation. Despite everything I
still needed him to make a move towards me that meant he wanted me and wasn't
just playing around with me.

“Hey dad, I’m going up to my room. I need to take care of something,” I said
with a sly grin.

“Oh? Anything you need help with?” he quickly responded – maybe a little TOO

At any other day or time I would have thought he was asking about homework or
such but now I wondered if he meant something else – something more personal
perhaps? The look in his eyes suggested it wasn't homework he was interested
in and I noticed his cock was harder than ever.

“Maybe, it’s up to you,” I responded cryptically. It could be read in a
number of ways. Which way would he respond?

It was indeed now up to him. What more could I do to signal my intentions
and desires without writing it out on a sign and walking around him like a
girl between boxing rounds? If nothing happened now it would be disappointing
but at least I would finally know one way or the other how he really felt
about me.

I slowly walked out of the room without pulling the t-shirt down so it was up
around my midriff, leaving my entire bare ass exposed for him to watch. I
could practically feel his eyes staring at it as I left. My heart was

What would happen next?

Chapter 5 – First Time Sex With My Dad

Maybe I was reading him totally wrong, but I’d fucked enough boys in the past
couple of years or so and seen the look in their eyes that told me what they
wanted. Now I’d seen that same look in my dad’s eyes for the first time. As
I left the room I had a feeling in my gut (or was it really in my pussy?)
that my dreams of smutting myself to my father, of having him demonstrate his
love for me by fucking me like he fucked my mother, were about to come true!

Once out of sight all vestiges of my nonchalant attitude disappeared as I
flew up the stairs to the second floor where back in my bedroom I quickly
peeled off my t-shirt and flopped back on my bed against the pillows.

Facing the open door, totally naked with my legs spread wide, I closed my
eyes and started to play with myself. God I needed that so bad! Yet as good
as it felt to touch myself, all I could think about was whether or not was I
finally going to feel my dad’s dick between my legs instead of my fingers.

After a few minutes I glanced briefly at the open door only to see nothing
but the bathroom door on the opposite side of the hallway. My heart sank as
my hopes crashed. My worst fears were being realized. Oh my god, he wasn’t
going to come to me! What an idiot I was to think my father would really want
me in that way.

Despite my panic, I was still SOOOOO horny that I couldn’t hardly stand it! I
closed my eyes tightly shut and grabbed my pussy with both hands. Damn, I
had been SO sure that I was going to be fucked by my dad and it was hard to
imagine that all I would be doing was just masturbating now.

Then I heard a squeak of the floor boards and I opened my eyes just enough to
see my dad standing there, outlined in the doorway. He must have sneaked up
the stairs and my heart leaped to my throat as I saw he was stroking a huge
hard-on as his cock was stuck out of the opening in his shorts. He just
stood there watching me playing, stroking his cock like he did when he
watched women masturbating in one of his nasty porn movies. Our eyes met and
somehow we each knew that this was the moment of truth. My hand froze on my
pussy as I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do next.

Suddenly he stopped stroking himself and turned away as if to leave. "Damn
Kelly, I’m so sorry. I really shouldn't be here now.... not like this.
Please don't tell your mother what just happened."

"No daddy, please stay,” I pleaded, “I don't want you to go.”

I couldn’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers now. I KNEW he
wanted me. I wanted to open the window and scream out to the world that MY
DAD WANTS TO FUCK ME! I reached my arms out to him and said, “Oh daddy... you
MUST realize by now what I want."

My daddy turned again and this time came into the room and stood by the side
of my bed as he looked down at the me. I was thrilled to see that his cock
was still sticking up and out of his shorts, looking as rigid and lovely as
I’d ever seen it.

I drew a deep breath and whispered, “You know daddy, I’ve been dreaming of
this ever since I watched you and mom in the hot tub."

He just nodded and smiled and then moved even closer to me. "Yeah, we
figured you must have seen us from the way you were so flushed afterwards.
Is that why you’ve been acting the way you have lately? You know, I have to
admit, I’ve been incredibly turned on by your teasing lately.”

He looked at me with narrowed eyes, as if he was really concentrating. He
took a long breath, held it and then let it out slowly/

“Tell me Kelly... are you SURE you really want to do this?"

“Oh god yes daddy.”

“Tell me what you want then... I need you tell me what you REALLY want, deep
down inside.”

My eyes opened wide and my heart was racing. This was it, this was my chance
to tell my dad once and for all how much I wanted to give myself to him. I’d
prepared an entire speech for just this very moment which I’d practiced over
and over for the past week. Suddenly, my mind went blank and all I could
feel was there ache in my pussy and the pounding of my heart. What I finally
said was totally unscripted and came from my heart.

"Oh daddy. I want to give myself to you… I want you to take me... Oh daddy I
love you so very much and I want you to do whatever you want with me! I want
so bad to be a good daughter for you... I just want to make you happy."

“And what do you want me to do to you when I take you?”

I thought I was going to explode with frustration. He HAD to know that I
wanted him to fuck me badly and yet he was being so damn cautious! My dad
may be a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. Surely he must realize
what I wanted to do for him so why was he making me tell him over and over,
and in such detail? Why didn't he just fuck me and get it over with?

“I want you to fuck me daddy... show me how much you love me daddy... please
don’t make me say any more, please just let me give myself to you. Oh daddy,
PLEASE fuck me!”

There!! I’d finally said it. When those last words escaped from my lips my
heart seemed to stop. God, for the first time in my life I’d asked my own
father to fuck me! It was one thing to fantasize about it and to dream about
saying those words but quite another to actually utter them. Yet at the same
time it felt so natural to say them, something deep from my heart to the man
I wanted to please more than anyone else in the world – my father.

What could possibly be going through his head now? What does a father think
when his own daughter asks him to fuck her for the first time? In his eyes,
was I now more like some porn slut than his little girl? Could he still love
me the same way he always had if I wasn't his innocent little girl?

My dad looked down at me and then reached out to hold my head gently in his
large hands. He smiled at me and my heart pounded as my father gave me the
most loving smile I’d ever seen on his face.

“Oh Kelly... my daughter... my precious little girl,” he whispered, “I’ve
been waiting so long to hear those words... so long.”

“Fuck me daddy.”

“That’s it, keep asking me Kelly. God you have no idea how much I love
hearing you ask me.”

“Fuck me daddy... I want you to do it.”

“Oh god, yes Kelly, I will... I want you so badly! I’ve always wanted you.”

With him standing right in front of me, I grabbed the sides of the elastic
waist band of his shorts and quickly pulled them straight down. His cock was
now free and staring me straight in the eyes. My hand was shaking as I
reached for his hard cock. It was so swollen that could barely get my
fingers around the entire shaft.

It was an unbelievably surreal moment, one I’ll never forget as long as I
live! For the first time in over eight years, and for the first time ever in
a sexual way, I was actually holding my father’s hard dick! After all the
hundreds of times I‘d seen it, all the dozens of times I’d watched him stroke
it, now it was finally in my hand. More importantly, it was finally in his
daughter’s hand.

“Mmmmmmm daddy,” I purred, “You have such a wonderful cock!”

"Oh God Kelly,” my father said with a worried tone to his voice suddenly.
For just a moment, I was afraid that he was going to lose his courage.

“Kelly... Do you realize what you’re doing? I’m your father you know, not
one of your boyfriends.”

Then he smiled as I continued to massage his cock, forcing his lust to build
up even more in him. If there was one thing I knew I was good at it was
stroking a guy’s cock and my dad was no more immune to my handiwork than any
other guy.

“Now don't get me wrong, I’m not telling you NOT to... but are you SURE this
is what you really want?"

I looked up at him straight in the eyes and smiled as I replied, “Yes I do.
Oh daddy, I love you so much... I want to show you just how much I really do.
You can do anything you want to me... ANYTHING.”

“Oh god Kelly,” my dad sighed again, “I love you so very much.”

Then his voice lowered, sounding more husky, more lustful, “You’re such a
beautiful girl... such a wonderful daughter... oh baby, I want you so bad
right now.”

He paused and looked at me in a way I’d never seen him look at me before.
There was a burning hunger in his eyes, a simmering lust that he’d never
shown me before. But it was more than just the instinctive a****l-like lust
that most boys displayed when they hungered for me. It was obvious to me
that my dad wanted me for more than just sex – he wanted to join with me in
the most special way a father can be with his daughter. He loved me and he
wanted to show me in the most wonderful and intimate way possible.

I can't even begin to express how good it made me feel hearing those words
from him and seeing the sexual desire he harbored for me. YES! It made me
feel so wonderful knowing that my dad loved me so much he wanted to fuck me!
He didn't want me for how own personal desires, he wanted me as his daughter
and I wanted more than anything to return that love to him.

I couldn't wait any longer. There was no reason to be coy anymore, no reason
to take it slow. It was time to do what until now I had only dreamed of
doing. I looked up at him saying, “Daddy, let me show you how much I love

Now I’d already sucked more than a few of cocks but even so, I found myself a
bit tentative as I prepared to take my dad’s cock in my mouth. Sure, I was
pretty confident of my blowjob skills but I remembered how good my mom had
been when I watched them having sex and I worried that I might not measure up
to her expertise.

My concerns only served to prove even further how special this was for me.
For the first time in my life I was more worried about the man whose cock I
was sucking rather than my own personal pleasure and ego! Sure I wanted guys
to feel good – after all, they needed to cum if I was going to get a mouthful
of it. But every time I’d ever sucked a cock in the past it was because I
wanted to do it for MY pleasure, to prove how good I was at sucking his dick.
When a guy gets off it validates my skills and sensuality, something that is
far more important to me than his pleasure. (OK, so I’m selfish about it. I
haven’t heard any guys complaining!)

This time it was different from any other time I’d given a blowjob. This
time all I cared about was my dad’s pleasure. As I prepared to suck his
cock, I knew that all I wanted was to give my father the best blowjob I
possibly could, better than any I’d ever given before. My goal was not just
to make him cum so he could squirt it in my mouth, it was to make him feel
incredible in the process. I had no idea how many girls had sucked his dick
in his life, but I wanted the one from his daughter to be the most memorable.

With renewed determination I took just the tip of his cock in my mouth and
touched it lightly with my tongue. Then I ran my tongue around the swollen
head, playfully circling around it and then just under the ridge between his
mushroom head and shaft. I put his head back in my mouth, just far enough
that my lips were around the portion of his shaft under the head. I sucked
on his head like it was a warm popsicle. Then I took more of him in my
mouth, slowly letting him in, running my tongue around as much as I could.
He was bigger than the teenage boys I was use to blowing and I felt
embarrassed when gagged just a bit after his cock hit the back of my throat.

"You're doing great Kelly. Guess I’m a bit bigger than those teenage boys
you’ve been fucking,” he chuckled. “Don't worry, you’ll learn to take more of
it in soon enough.”

He moaned as my tongue played on a particularly sensitive spot on his cock.
”Damn girl! Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. God it feels incredible!
Shit, no wonder you’re so popular with the boys!"

It was so cool to hear my dad compliment me on my cock sucking skills. I
just looked up at him as I couldn’t say much with my mouth stuffed full of
his dick. I nodded my head just enough to let him know that I’d heard him.
Indeed, I WAS well known among the boys at school and church for my oral
skills - and I was quite proud of it frankly! It’s always nice to do you’re
the best at something!

Then my dad couldn’t hold out any longer and he started to fuck my mouth,
holding my head in his hands as he pushed his dick in and out of my mouth. He
had to be careful not to push in too far but still, I loved it. It was a
challenge trying to suck a cock as big as his but I wanted it more than ever.

As his daughter sucked his cock my dad’s hands began to roam over my naked
body. He ran his fingers through my hair and over my neck then down to my
small breasts. I shivered when he pinched my tender nipples softly and then
cupped my firm boob in his hand, squeezing it and massaging it in his big

Then he moved down along my body as I laid there on my side, sucking his cock
like a huge popsicle. I lifted my right leg up and his hand slipped between
my legs and held my pussy in his palm. My hips instinctively moved up
against his hand, wanting him to play with me, to penetrate me.

I was rewarded with the feeling of my father’s fingers exploring me, moving
in and out of me and then up to my clit, teasing it and touching it. When he
put two fingers up into me it was like being fucked and I moaned as I held
his fat cock in my mouth. I held his cock and let him fall out of my mouth
so I could talk. There was one thing I had to ask, something I had to know.

"Daddy, have you ever dreamed of doing this to me?"

My dad nodded, "Oh yes Kelly, I have... for years actually.”

My eyes must have betrayed my surprise as his smile broadened.

“Oh yeah, I’ve watched you grow up into this beautiful young girl and dreamed
that someday you’d be mine. I can’t tell you how jealous I was when I
learned someone else had taken your virginity."

My heart ached when I hear that and so I pouted slightly saying, “Oh daddy,
I’m so sorry. I didn't know!”

He smiled and hugged me warmly. “Kelly, Kelly, Kelly... I promised your
mother I would never do anything with you until you wanted it. Do you
realize I’ve been waiting for this for almost eight years now! Remember when
you first touched me in the hot tub?”

I nodded and he continued, “God, I wanted you to suck me so bad that day and
ever since then I’ve watched you and dreamed of this day – the day we would
become more than just father and daughter... the day I would take you in a
way no other man ever has or can.”

I smiled as he said this, thrilled as I listened to exactly what I had been
hoping to hear. I took a deep breath before I responded.

"Daddy, does that mean you really want to fuck me? Do you really want to
fuck your own daughter? Will you show me how much you love me?”

My dad hesitated for a moment as if searching for the right words. "Kelly
darling, I’ve dreamed of having sex with you so many times I could never
count them. I love you so very much and I want nothing more than to make you
happy in every way I can. Of course I love you and I’ll do anything to show
you just how much."

I looked him in the eyes and pleaded with him, "Oh daddy, you make me so
happy. More than anything else right now I want you to fuck me; fuck me like
you fuck mom.”

I paused for a second, giving him a slutty smile which I hoped appealed to
his more base instincts. “You know can have me anyway you want daddy... you
can do anything to me... and I mean ANYTHING.”

He just smiled at me so I reverted back to what has always worked for me with
him when it came to getting my way – begging like a little girl. In this
case, though, my plea was a little different to say the least!

Without a word, my dad grabbed me by the waist with both hands and twisted me
around in bed so I was sideways, on my back facing him as he stood at the
edge of my bed. He pressed up on my legs and I took the hint and raised them
up, grabbing my knees and pulling them back to my chest to expose my sixteen
year-old pussy to him.

“God your pussy looks so incredible,” he sighed as he stared at my crotch.
Then he kneeled down and lowered his head, pushing my thighs apart slightly
with his hands. I moaned loudly as his wet tongue flickered out like a
snake’s, teasing my swollen clit and running up and down my wet pussy slit.

“Mmmmmmm, you taste incredible! Just a I always imagined you would.”

“Oh daddy, that feels SO good!”

Most boys that try to lick my pussy try hard but they just don’t get it.
It’s like they’re bobbing for apples or something, submerging their heads
between my legs and running their tongues all over me. Heck, my little
Yorkie can lick me better than most of them! What most boys need is for a
girl to sit down with them and show them her pussy and explain the parts and
how to stimulate them.

It’s no different than when my mom use to use one of her dildos and explain
to me how to suck a guy’s cock. If someone doesn’t teach you, then the only
way to find out is by experimentation and from I’ve seen, THAT doesn’t seem
to work very well.

As a result, while I love sucking cock, I’ve never been a big one for
pressing boys to lick my pussy. Coincidentally, since boys seem more
interesting in fucking my pussy than licking it, it’s never been much of an
issue. Now, for the first time, I was finding out what it meant to have my
pussy licked well.

Oh my god, I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven as my dad licked me and
then grabbed my clit between his teeth, gently tugging on it while his tongue
continued to tease it inside his mouth. Just when I thought it couldn't get
any better, he inserted one of his fingers into my pussy and started fucking
me like a small cock while he continued to use his mouth on my clit.

I exploded. There’s just no other way to describe it. One of the most
incredible orgasms I’d ever experienced rocked me like a grenade had been set
off in my pussy and the fragments were hitting every part of my body. Even
the tips of my hair seemed to tingle even as I groaned and moaned under the
non-stop attention my dad was giving my pussy.

“Oh my God Daddy! That feels SO good!”

He didn't say a word, keeping his mouth on me as my hips rocked and humped
under him, like I was being fucked. I spread my legs even further so I could
look down and see his head between my legs, his face buried in my pussy.
Talk about surreal, it was hard to believe that it was my DAD that I was
looking it!

Enough was enough, I had to have more. “Pleeeeeease daddy,” I whined,
“Please fuck me."

My dad took his cue and stood up, his rigid cock standing out straight like a
heat-seeking missile aimed directly for my pussy. I reached out and grabbed
my dad's rigid cock again and guided him to my waiting pussy. Once he was
pressed against me I began to rub the big head around my soaking wet pussy
hole and hypersensitive clit. God it felt good to feel him against me!
Finally my father was pressing his dick against the opening to my pussy and I
could feel him begin to push himself into me when suddenly he hesitated.

"Oh my God I can't believe this... I’m going to fuck my own daughter.”

He looked up at the ceiling with his hands on my waist ready to pull me into
him. I got the feeling he hadn’t been talking to me but more like he was
having an internal debate within himself. His lust for a young girl versus
his fatherly instincts to protect his daughter. There didn't seem to be much
contest as to which side would win.

“Tell me again Kelly. Tell me baby one more time what you want."

I gave him the most lustful look I knew how when I replied, "Oh yes daddy,
YES! Come in me now. Push yourself into my pussy. I want soooooo bad to see
and feel my daddy's hard cock in me. Fuck me daddy... fuck me.”

He STILL hesitated! Looking back, who could blame him? This wasn't something
that he could ever take back, something that he could ever undo or pretend
had never happened. This wasn't just sex, it was i****t. It was almost like
losing my virginity all over again – a once in a lifetime thing.

“Come on daddy!... Don’t up want you to feel your daughter's little wet pussy
squeeze you?”

I let my words sink in a bit and then slowly and softly I whispered to him in
a deliberate tone. Maybe he needed me to be more of a slut and less of a
daughter, more of someone to fuck and not someone he had held in his arms
since she was born.

“Do it to me... fuck me... I want to feel you inside of me!"

“Oh yea baby, keep telling me what you want.”

“Shove your hard cock in me, fuck me hard daddy, fuck me like you’ve always
wanted to.”

That seemed to find the right spot as I appealed to the pent-up lust that had
been building in him all these years. I knew for certain now, without a
trace of doubt, that my father wanted to fuck me. My heart raced as I
realized that all these years it wasn't the porn movies or movie stars that
had been turning him on, it was ME. It made me feel so proud, so wonderful,
so sexy, and yes, so... loved!

I lifted my hips up against him as if I was trying to f***e him into me. He
didn’t hesitate any further and with a grunt he pushed his cock into me. My
god! At first I thought he was going to split me in two he was so big! I
watched in fascination as my dad's cock slowly disappeared, inch by inch
moving inside of me for the very first time.

While I watched him entering me I could feel him at the same time, feel him
filling my cunt with his dick. I focused completely on his dick entering me,
trying to sear it into my memory for all time. I never wanted to forget this
moment, as I watched and felt my own father’s cock inside of me.

“Deeper daddy... put it all the way in me. Give it all to me.”

Finally he was completely in me, buried to the hilt with his hairy crotch
pressed tight against me and his cock completely out of sight. He held it
still at first and I could feel him throbbing deep inside of me. I almost
couldn’t believe it, this had to be a dream. In my head the same words were
screaming over and over... Oh... my... God... my dad was actually fucking me,
he was really screwing his sixteen year-old daughter!

After all those times in the past weeks I’d dreamed of this, it was finally
coming true. My pussy felt totally filled as my father's cock trembled
inside of me.

“God your pussy feels so good!” he groaned. “It’s even tighter than I’d
imagined it would be.”

After a few seconds he began to stroke it slowly in and out of me as I moaned
with the intense pleasure it was giving me. It wasn't just the physical
pleasure that made me feel so good – it was the intense emotions sweeping
through me that were being created by the knowledge that my own father’s dick
was now inside of me. Both the physical and emotional elements were driving
me to what I knew was going to be yet another monstrous orgasm!

"That feels soooooo good! Oh daddy, you feel so wonderful inside of me," I

It felt so good to have him in me finally. When he pulled out I wanted to
thrust my hips upward to suck him back in me again. Then when he pushed back
into me it was like he was going to drill all the way into my stomach he was
so deep into me. I felt the base of his cock pressed tightly against my
fuzzy pussy, pressing me down into my bed as it tried to get in as far as he
could f***e it.

We fucked for what seemed like ages. He tossed me around the bed like a toy
doll, putting me in different positions and giving me instructions at times.

Finally I could feel him swelling even more than I thought possible and his
strokes were getting faster and harder. I knew he was about to cum and I
knew that there was only one place I wanted him to release his load for the
first time with me – it just HAD to be in my pussy! Fortunately, he felt the
same way.

"Oh baby doll... I’m gonna cum so hard! Oh sweetie I can't bear the thought
of pulling out of your tight pussy. Get ready, your daddy’s almost there and
he’s gonna cum inside of you.”

I locked my arms and legs around him to show that I wanted him to stay in me.
I wanted his cum in me so bad. I wanted to feel him giving me the ultimate
sign of a father’s love for his daughter, to give me something he had never
given me before, something he gave to no other woman other than my mother.

“Oh yeah, you want it there too - don’t you? Don’t worry, I’m going to fill
my daughter's little pussy with more cum than she can handle! “

OH MY GOD! My dad wanted to cum in me! I wanted his cum in me. No, it was
more like I NEEDED his cum in me, needed him to burst in me like a hot flood
being released from a broken dam. This was the moment that would show me
just how much he REALLY wanted me, how much he REALLY loved me. Hearing him
tell me he wanted to mate with me was the last straw as a tremendous orgasm
swept through me like the blast from an atom bomb.

God, I thought I had cum hard before but it was nothing compared to this. I
had never dreamed I could cum this hard! I lost track of everything, where I
was and what the time was. It was like being on another planet, if not
another universe. I felt like I was floating, my body felt weightless
composed of nothing but wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I could
ever have imagined. My pussy clamped down on his cock like a vise, trying to
hold onto him and never letting him go.

“Oh God, fuck me daddy!!” I cried out as I felt his cock responding to the
tight grip of my pussy.

“FUCK ME!” I screamed out to him, wanting so bad for him to cum in me while
my orgasm was peaking.

My dad didn’t disappoint me. His breathing was fast and heavy as he tried to
talk to me, “OK here it is, oh lord – I’m cumming in my little girl!"

His back arched and his head pulled backwards as a loud groan escaped from
him. He thrust himself into deeper into me with each load of his cum. It
seemed he would never stop as load after load exploded from him, his
i****tuous sperm emerging from his cock and shooting deep into his daughter’s
welcoming pussy for the first time.

As he kept stroking his cum began to leak from my pussy and I could feel it
dripping down my ass onto the bed sheets. My orgasm, which had just started
to wane, picked up in full f***e again as my cunt clamped down on his cock,
literally squeezing the cum from him. A final moan and he just held himself
completely inside of me, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh my God I never dreamed fucking my daughter would be feel so good! How do
you feel baby? How did it feel to have your daddy fuck you?"

At first I didn't know if I could even speak but the words burst from me like
a flood.

"Oh daddy, I loved it. I’m so happy that you fucked me. Ohhhhhhhhh, you
feel so hot inside me now! Please stay in me for a while! I love the feeling,
being one with you, joined with you, feeling a part of your body inside of
mine. Oh daddy I love you so much."

It was like I couldn't stop talking now, like I had to keep telling him over
and over how much I loved what he had done. It was all true, my dad WAS
joined with me. Father and daughter were one for the very first time, joined
in the most intimate way possible, coupled in way very few fathers ever get
to experience with their daughters. My father’s cum was in me, a part of him
left behind as sign of his love for me.

After he’d cum and his sexual tensions had been released, his mind, clouded
with a sexual lust he’d never experienced before, began clear. As it did, my
dad seemed to realize just what he had just done to his little girl, how he
had violated his own daughter’s sexuality in a way that could never be
undone. It's not like I was so innocent and hadn’t had sex before; but he
knew that as my father, fucking me was much more serious than fucking almost
anyone else and that the responsibility was his. We both knew it and I was
glad when he spoke again, glad to see he didn't regret it or felt bad about
doing it.

"Oh my God, I can't believe this. I just fucked my own daughter," he sighed.

But just as quickly a hint of the old lust was restored and he grinned at me
saying, “But dammit, it was incredible. God you’re an incredible fuck.”

He started to pull out of pussy but I pressed up against him, trying my best
to keep him in me. The way I felt at that moment, he could have stayed in me
forever! I looked at him and kissed him. Not a "f****y" kiss but the
passionate kind that he would get from a lover. My tongue slipped into his
mouth and he responded in kind. For the first time we kissed as a father and
daughter who had shared their most intimate feelings and bodies. Our nude
bodies pressed against each other and his cock throbbed with his pulse inside
of me.

"Oh Daddy, I wanted this just as much as you did. From now on I want you to
take me anytime you want. Fuck me whenever you want - every day or even more
if you need it. I love you daddy, doesn't what we just did prove that to

My father looked at me and smiled. "You don't have to do anything to prove
your love for me Kelly – don’t ever think that. I love you no matter what.
It’s just so incredible to be able to express ourselves in this way. Mmmmmmm,
now why don’t you just lay back and relax while you feel me inside of you."

I did just that and for the next few minutes felt as satisfied and secure as
I had ever felt in my life. After all, here I was in bed with my father’s
cock nestled inside of me, his sperm draining from my pussy as the
aftershocks of my orgasm slowly died down.

Eventually, of course, he had to slip out of me and my pussy felt so empty at
first without him. It was like suddenly a part of me was missing. I stayed
in my bed as he went back to bathroom and then back down to the f****y room.
I drifted off to sl**p dreaming of how it felt those first few moments when
he first came in me.

My last thoughts were that there was one thing I was sure of and that was my
life had just changed forever. It would never be the same again with my dad
– and I was .happy about it. My daddy had shown me his love and I couldn’t
wait for him to do it again... and again... and again!

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Posted by fotisampini 1 year ago  |  Categories: Sex Humor  |  Views: 46221  |  
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My first experience with a girl/how I knew I was b

I always get requests for a story about how/when I knew I was bisexual, and my first experience with a girl.

For a while I’ve put off the idea of writing a story about it, because I wasn’t sure if it was too personal or not, but I’ve decided I want to share my experience, so I hope you all like it!

I don’t want to reveal any names so for the sake of this story, I’m going to refer to girls by different names.


First of all, how I knew I was bisexual. From quite a young age I was aware of my feelings for the opposite sex.

From the age of about 12/13 I saw attraction in the opposite sex. For a long time I denied it to myself, I told myself I was straight and I only had feelings for boys.

From about 13 onwards I started looking for things online. It started off watching videos on youtube of girls kissing.

Even when I started doing this, I still denied that I felt anything for girls. Even though I enjoyed watching the videos so much.

At the age of about 14/15 I started searching for other things online. I used to use my mum’s computer, so I was always deleting history and getting really nervous whenever she or anyone else was using the computer.

I started finding other things online, of girls going much further than kissing. It began turning me on a lot, and I used to sit at my mum’s computer feeling tingles in my pussy as I watched them.

I never played with myself up until the age of about 15. One day when I was watching one of the videos online, the feelings in my pussy got too much and I had to have a feel.

From that day I used to sit watching videos of girls online whilst rubbing my pussy.

Even though I’d begun masturbating over girls, I still managed to deny to myself that I felt anything for them. I always felt really guilty and wrong after I’d done it.


From a young age I was friends with a girl named Lisa. We went to school together from the age of 3 years old and we were best friends for years.

At the same age as I started watching girls on the internet, Lisa and I went to school together. We began getting a lot closer around this age and I used to go back to her house every day after school.

One day we were sat talking about school and gossip and all the other sorts of things that 15 year old girls like to talk about, when Lisa told me she wanted to tell me something.

It took me a long time to get it out of her, but she ended up telling me that she’d done some stuff with another of our friends, Deena.

Deena had spent the night at Lisa’s house a couple of weekends before she told me, and they’d fooled around together, kissing and touching each other.

Lisa was very upset when she told me. When I think back now it was clear that she was very confused about her sexuality and what she really wanted.

I told her it was okay and she told me I didn’t understand. This was when I decided it was right to tell Lisa about the feelings I was experiencing.

I chose not to tell her everything, I thought she’d really judge me if I told her about the things I’d been watching online. I told her that I had thoughts about girls in that way.

As I told her she became so much more relaxed, she smiled and listened to me as I told her. We ended up talking for a really long time and it got really late, so she went and asked her parents if I could spend the night at her house.

Her mum liked me a lot so she was fine with it. Lisa and I went back to our conversations. It turned out we had a lot of the same feelings, and it felt really good to finally be telling someone about the way I felt and I knew it was a relief for her too.

Towards the end of our conversation Lisa put her hand on my leg and began stroking it up and down. I liked it a lot so I did the same to her.
I didn’t know if she was doing it in a sexual way or if she was trying to be comforting because of the conversation we were having.

After this we decided to get into bed with a film, so we got into our PJs and settled down for the night.

As we were lay together in bed watching the film I felt her leg touching mine, she was rubbing it up and down. I knew this time it wasn’t just for comfort. I liked it, and I let her continue, putting my hand under the covers and touching her leg as she continued.
After a while of this, chatting and watching the film, her dad came in to check on us and say goodnight. As he entered the room I quickly moved my hand from her and she moved her leg.

Her dad stood in the room talking for a while, when suddenly I felt her hand on my leg again, stroking up and down.

I was shocked as her dad was stood right there, but I didn’t mind I liked it.

After a while her dad left the room and we watched the rest of the film. When it was over we turned to face each other in bed. She still had her hand on my leg.

We lay together looking at each other while she was still stroking my leg. I smiled at her, it was so weird as we’d been friends for years and suddenly we’d admitted all these new feelings for each other, and now this was happening.

She began to lean in closer to me, I knew she was going to kiss me and I wanted it to happen.

We were both just 15 year old girls who were curious and wanted to explore our sexualities.

She came in close to me and kissed me softly on the lips then pulled away. She looked at me for some approval, so I smiled at her and kissed her.

This is when our relationship began to develop, and this began to happen quite often. I spent a lot more time at her house and we got a lot closer.

We never went very far sexually. After a few months of kissing and touching whenever we were together, things started to go a little further. She used to climb on top of me as we were kissing and she’d get her pussy in place with mine and rub herself on me.

We were always fully clothed when we did this, we still weren’t comfortable with it to take it further, it was still new to both of us and we were still trying to adjust to it all.

In school we had to hide what was going on. We didn’t want anybody to know how we felt about each other but we began to feel for each other.
In the lessons we had together we’d sit together and sometimes we’d stroke each other’s legs under the table. It was naughty and risky which made us enjoy it more.

One night I went back to her house after school and we were chatting and laughing like always when she said to me “Would it be weird if I asked you to be my girlfriend?”

I was shocked but really happy, I kissed her and told her it wouldn’t be weird, but still nobody could find out.

We continued on like this for a few months when one day she called me while I was at home. She was in tears and could barely talk. I was so shocked and worried but I tried to calm her down to get her to tell me what had happened.

She asked me to come round to her house so she could talk to me. She only lived round the corner from me at the time so I quickly walked round there.

When she answered the door I could tell she’d been crying for a long time. She told me to come in and we went upstairs. When we got to her room we sat on the bed and she started crying again.

I cuddled her and stroked her hair to try and comfort her, she cried on my shoulder for a while before whispering to me “I’m moving”.

I sat still for a while, really confused. It turned out that she was moving away because her parents were getting divorced. I’d been at the house when they’d argued before but it’d got really bad that time and they’d split up.

Lisa was going to move away with her mum and her s****r, and she had to move schools too. She was moving quite far and it was going to be nearly impossible for me to see her anymore.

We were still really young so it wasn’t possible for either of us to travel to see each other.

That night that I found out she was moving I spent the night at her house. We spent the night in her bed cuddling and kissing. This was the first night we went further sexually.

We were lay together, touching each other as we always did, but this time I really wanted to make her feel better. I rubbed up her body and put my hand up her top.

She kissed me passionately as I did this. I took one of her breasts into my hand and began massaging it softly as we kissed.

She moved her hand up my leg. I was wearing PJ shorts and she slipped her hand into one of the legs on my shorts.

She hovered her hand over my pussy which was covered by my panties. She placed her hand on it and I was already getting wet. She began to rub slowly on my pussy.

Everything was really slow; we were both still new to this and new to our feelings and as we were so young even sex with guys wasn’t something we were clear on.

She rubbed on my pussy above my panties and I began breathing really heavily, it felt even better than when I did it myself.

We kissed passionately as she did this to me, slipping our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths.

It was a really special night, we played with each other all night and fell asl**p together cuddling.

The next morning was really emotional. I knew I wasn’t going to get to see her again for a long time, if ever. She was one of the only people I felt comfortable around. She was the only person that knew about my feelings and she was leaving.

I helped her pack her things and we both cried and hugged and kissed and eventually we said goodbye when I had to leave.

We promised we’d keep in touch and that’s what we did. We’d text each other, talk online and talk on the phone sometimes, but it was never the same. We couldn’t see each other.

Obviously the little relationship we had was over and eventually we started talking less. She got new friends in her new school and I started hanging round with new people after she left.

A few months after she’d left we were talking very little. We didn’t talk on the phone any more, it was mainly chatting online from time to time, and we never discussed the way we had been before she moved.

Eventually we stopped talking all together. I never forgot what we had and I often thought about it, but I moved on and I had different relationships with boys and girls.

I got much more mature and got a lot more comfortable with my sexuality, to the point that everybody knew and it wasn’t a big deal.


3 years passed since Lisa had moved away and we did not talk at all. I wasn’t even sure what she looked like any more.

One day I was online on facebook and I got a friend request, from her. When I clicked on it and saw her name, my stomach did a flip. It’d been so long since we’d last spoke.

I quickly accepted and went onto her profile. I went straight onto her pictures, I was so eager to find out if she’d changed, and she hadn’t. She looked the same as she had but obviously she looked older, more mature, and so beautiful.

As I looked through her pictures I had butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t really thought about her for a while and it was weird for me to think she must have thought of me.

After looking through her profile for a while I went offline. It was late when I’d accepted her request so when I was done I went to bed.

That night I found it difficult to sl**p. I couldn’t stop thinking about Lisa and everything that we’d been through in the past. I didn’t know if I was being stupid or not for dwelling on the past, I didn’t even know if she’d remember it all, or even if she’d want to.

We’d both grown up a lot since the last time we saw each other. We’d missed a lot of each other’s lives. I didn’t know if she still even felt the way she used to about girls, she could have just been curious and wanted to explore her sexuality at the time.

I eventually fell asl**p thinking of Lisa and when I woke up the next morning she was the first thing that came into my head. I quickly grabbed my laptop and signed into facebook.

I had a message from her. I was so nervous to read it, but at the same time so excited.

In her message she told me that she’d been thinking of me and she decided to add me. She said she was upset that we’d lost contact and she wanted to see how I was and what was going on with me.

I was so happy. I messaged her back and told her I felt the same. From that day we messaged often online and began speaking a lot. We exchanged phone numbers again and began speaking on the phone.

We caught up on a lot of each other’s lives. It turned out she had just got out of quite a long relationship with a boy. I was nervous to ask about her sexuality, I think I was a bit scared of being disappointed.

I started falling for Lisa all over again when we got back in contact. I’d forgot how special she was to me, and I was so upset that we’d gone so long without contact.

We arranged to meet up one day after talking for about a month online. So I asked if she wanted to come and stay with me for a weekend. She told me she’d love to so we picked a date.

When the time arrived that she was coming to stay with me I was so excited but I told myself I shouldn’t get my hopes up too high because I didn’t know what was going to happen.

When she arrived at my house she came running up to me and gave me a huge hug.
We went upstairs to my room. When we got there we both stood and looked at each other and we both started to cry.

Lisa had been such a big part of my life and I hadn’t seen her for so long, but it felt like nothing had changed and I was just so happy to have her back.

Without thinking while we stood there both in tears I grabbed her and kissed her. At first she just stood still in shock, but she started to kiss me back and wrapped her arms around me tight.

We kissed and touched so passionately. Eventually she pulled away and looked at me, there were still tears running down her face. “I’ve missed you so much” She told me. This got me going again and I burst into tears.

That night was extremely emotional. We talked about everything we’d missed in each other’s lives.

It turned out she hadn’t been as open as I had about her sexuality and she had only told a couple of her very close friends.

She told me she’d thought about me all the time. It was crazy how quickly we went back to being exactly the way we were before she left.

That night when everybody else had gone to bed we went downstairs to watch some TV. We lay on the sofa together cuddling. We occasionally kissed and smiled and laughed.
At one point while we were watching TV she turned to me and asked “do you remember the night before I left?” I knew which night she meant immediately. It was the first night we’d been very sexual with each other, it was one of the best nights of my life.

I told her of course I remembered and she smiled and kissed me passionately. I smiled as she kissed me and pulled her on top of me.

We kissed as I slipped her top of her. I pulled away to look at her breasts, they bigger than the last time I’d seen them, and a lot more beautiful.

I smiled a big smile at her and brought my head close to them. I kissed both breasts one by one softly before licking and sucking on her soft pink nipples.
She was breathing heavily and playing with my hair as I did. She pulled my head up and kissed me hard on the lips before getting up and making me sit up.

She pulled off my top and kissed down my body. She got to my shorts and pulled them off, I wasn’t wearing any panties so she revealed my already wet pussy.

She rubbed her hand up the inside of my leg and got to my pussy. She touched it lightly with one finger. I breathed in quickly as I felt her touch my pussy.

She put her head down and kissed up my legs. I was breathing heavily and wanted her so badly. She kissed all the way up to my pussy before kissing my hard pink clit.

It felt so good. She stuck out her tongue and licked up my pussy slowly and softly. She was kneeling on the floor between my legs as I was sitting on the couch.

She licked up my pussy as she brought up her hand to slowly stroke it along my wet pussy lips.

She found my hole. I was so tight. She circled a finger round my hole, before adding pressure and sliding her finger inside me.

I let out a loud moan as she did this, grabbing onto the side of the couch with one hand and placing my other hand on her head, stroking her hair softly.

She slid her finger in and out of me slowly, my juices were soaking her finger, I was so wet for her.

She sucked on my clit as she slid it in and out of me, slowly picking up speed and making me moan so loud I had to pick up a cushion off the couch to bite down on to stop myself waking everybody up.

She began pumping her finger in and out of my pussy faster and faster, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as she did.

I gripped the side of the couch and bit down so hard on the cushion I was using to stop my moans. She made me cum so hard that night, it was the first time that anybody other than myself had ever made me cum.

I sat there with my legs like jelly and grabbed her hand to pull her up to me. We kissed passionately with our hands all over each other. It was so special, one of the most special nights of my life.

From there I lay her down on the couch and slowly took off her jeans and panties while kissing softly all over her body.

I kissed up from her waist to her beautiful round breasts where I kissed softly all over them, before sticking out my tongue and licking slowly around her nipples.

I took one into my mouth and sucked on it softly, hearing her letting out slight moans.

As I did this I slipped my hand down her body to her pussy. I put my hand on it to feel that it was already moist, so I began to add pressure and rub on her pussy slowly.

She started moaning more as I was still sucking and nibbling lightly on her breasts. I carried on rubbing on her pussy before getting my longest finger ready and slowly slid it inside her.

She let out a loud moan as I did this and grabbed onto my hand. I slid my finger in and out of her slowly before I heard her whisper “faster”.

I felt my pussy tingle when I heard her say this, so I began sliding my finger in and out of her faster, sliding a second in slowly.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her as I began to kiss from her breasts down her body. I got to her moist pussy and licked up it quickly, just touching her clit slightly.

She took a breath in quickly as I did that, looking down at me and smiling. I started to flick her clit with my tongue as I pumped my two fingers in and out of her fast and hard.

She began moaning loud, trying her hardest to keep them in, but was getting so much pleasure from my fingers and tongue.

It didn’t take long for her to cum hard and I licked the remains on her pussy.
After this she sat up and pulled me up to lye me on the floor. We kissed passionately while she massaged one of my breasts softly.

She climbed on top of me and got into a position so her pussy was directly over mine. She kissed me and said “remember this” as she smiled a cheeky smile at me.
I smiled back as I knew exactly what she meant and the image of the 15 year old us rubbing ourselves together, fully clothed came back to my mind, but this was much better than that.

She lowered herself down and placed her pussy onto mine. She began to rub herself back and forward as she kissed me.

I could feel her moist warm pussy on mine and you could hear the noise of our wet kittys rubbing together.

We moaned together which turned me on even more as she kissed all over my neck.
I arched my back trying to get our pussys closer together to make the rubbing more intense. It felt so good; I couldn’t get enough of her.

She kissed me as she began rubbing herself faster on me, and I rubbed my hands up her beautiful body.

She rubbed her pussy against mine until she made me cum again. Nobody had ever pleased me the way she did that night.


That weekend Lisa stayed at my house until she had to go home on the Sunday night, but that time we promised to stay in touch with each other, I wasn’t going to let her go the way we did the last time.

From there our relationship grew again, she got more confident with her sexuality and ended up making it very open about how she felt.

We got into a relationship for about 2 months. Everything was great for a while but it didn’t last.

The distance between us became quite an issue and we were still quite young so neither of us were ready for a long term relationship.

We stay very close friends, and to this day she is still one of my best friends. We’ve had experiences since we broke up, but that’s another story!

But this has been the story of my first experience with a girl and how I realised I am bisexual.

I hope you all enjoyed the story, I know it’s quite different to things I’ve written in the past and I apologize if there isn’t enough sexual stuff involved, but this was requested a lot from me so I decided to do it!

Suggestions for my next story are welcome just send me a message!

Stay cheeky!.xo
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Posted by cheekygirl18 2 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex  |  Views: 3593  |  
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first time with a girl.

hi again! So I realy enjoyed writing my first story so here's another one realy happened to me!

I was 18 at the time. And very Slutty already! I sucked boy's for money at school. Everyone knew what I did but I didn't care. I was called slut and cum whore (I love the taste of cum even then I swallowed everything! Still do!) and worse. But I just got wet when I heard those names.

So anyway I wanted to go out it's a Thursday night. I Had to be in school next morning but I went anyway.
I showered and shaved carefully. I picked out a very tight and short see trough blue shirt, a white mini skirt and red see trough bra and string. I put on some make up and left.

I got in my car and drove to the city. Un the way I was getting horny I touched my cunt. Oh I was realy wet! I Had to stop touching I didn't want to cum just yet. I love to build up the pleassure I love to make myself wait to cum. Cause then when i cum it will be more intense. I arrived parked my car and looked in the mirror. I put on some more red lipstick and got out of the car.

There were a lot of young people at the parking lot i heard some guy's whistle and howel like wolfs. Hmmm I loved that! I slowly walked to the door and went in. It was pretty crowded. I ordered 2 shots of whiskey. I gulped them down and headed for the dancefloor. Wouw for a Thursday night it's realy busy!

I danced for a while not realy aware of what happened around me. I Had 4 more shots in the mean time and very buzzed. I saw a group of guy's from my school they were Watching me. I looked right at them and kept dancing sexually. My hands rubbed over my body lifting my mini skirt a bit. Oh I am a slut and I love it! I'm a whore! I thought. My cunt felt like it was on fire!

I went to the bathroom didn't know witch one to enter. The boy's room or the girls? I went for the girls figured i can always go back later and enter the boy's. My string was soaked guess I have to take it off! 2 girls came in they were only looking in the mirror and talking. "did you see that slut with the white skirt and the red underwear?" I heard one of them say. Kept quite I wanted to hear more! "yes I did! She looks like a whore! Did you see how she was teasing those guy's? She Is hot tough!" I heard the other girl reply. I quickly finished and went out the cubicle. I wanted to see the girls taking about me like that. "yes I thought so to! You wanna kiss her?" the first girl asked laughing before turning around. She looked shocked looked me right in my eyes. I just smiled and reached for the sink to wash my hands. The other girls face looked like a tomato it was that read! I winked at her and looked at her body she was hot! I smiled and said "see you on the dancefloor girls" and went back to the bar to order 3 shots. One I gulped down to I picked up and went looking for the girl.

I saw her standing alone at a table. I looked around and saw the other girl dancing with 2 or 3 friends of them I guessed.

I walked up to the hot girl and offered her a shot. "Thank you! I want to apologize for talking bout you like that! That was not nice of us!" She said. God she was a beauty! "That's alright! I mean look at me the way I dress the way I act! I mean I'm asking for that I guess. And to be honest it got me excited hearing you talk about me. So you wanna dance?" I asked. "Uhm... Sure!"

First Ze just dance without touching eachother but then a slow song played. She turned me around grabbed my hips and pulled me close. I felt like I was about to cum right then and there! My head rested on her shoulder I knew I wanted to kiss her lick her make her cum on my face! Never felt that strong sexual craving for a woman's cunt before but I knew I was going to try get in her panties. The song ended but right away there was another slow song. I later found out that the guy's from my school requested that becaus they liked what they saw.

I turned it around now she leaned against me. I kissed her neck lightly and felt her body react. I kept my face close to her neck so she would feel my breath and it worked cause she moaned. My hands slowly felt up her body over her clothes she was wearing a denim skirt with a black low cut shirt by the way.

My hands lightly stroked hear breasts she loved it! Oh god I want her! Kissed her neck again this time I licked up to hear ear. Kissed it and whispered "you are hot!... Kiss... I want you!" she turned around and kissed me on my lips I Let her tongue in now it's my turn to moan! Her kiss was the first kiss I ever Had from a woman and it was the best feeling!
My hands groped her ass her hands groped mine. Our legs were between each others my naked cunt grinded on her leg leaving a wet trail. She did the same to me. I needed her to cum! I wanted to make her squirm! My hand slowly went looking for her wet spot she was wearing panties. When I first touched her cunt over her panties she moaned loudly and her whole body trembled. I stopped the kiss but that was hard because I didn't wanted to! "Are you coming with me horny sexy lady?" I said We didn't even knew eachothers name! "yes!" was all she said so We picked up our stuff and went out.

We could not keep our hands of eachother. Her hand went under my skirt. She touched my clitty and We both moaned. "Have you ever been with a woman?" I asked. "Yes I have I've been with a couple woman now. You?" "this Is my first time" I said "your going to love it!" "I know!"

I took her to my place. She sat down as I got us something to drink. When I came back to her I put the glasses down and decided to in straight in. I needed to taste that pussy! With my knee between her legs I f***ed her legs open. Touching her boobs took her shirt off and kissed her boobs and tummy. My hands went for her bra I opend it and took it off her. Her boobs were perfect! One hand fondled one nipple the othe nipple went in my mouth I licked and sucked this was heaven!

I kissed her lower and lower until I was at her legs I got on my knees on the ground grabbed her hips and pulled her close. Her panties showed a wet spot I licked her panties she moaned and looked horny at me at what I was about to do. We were still in the livingroom. I pushed her panties aside looked at her wet shaved pussy she smelled great! I almost attacked her pussy! Started licking and sucking up and down Wouw she's hot! She tastes so good! She screamed in pleassure that made me even more hungry.
She came but I didn't stop "Are you sure you never done that before?" she asked with some difficulty. "Yes I am sure" I said without getting my mouth off that pussy. She screamed came again I tried to lick up all her juice it tastes really good! I Had decided not to stop till she begged me to. Her whole body was shacking her eyes rolled away another orgasme! Wouw I want more! My tongue fucked her pussy while my thumb play's with her clitt. She came again! She kept cumming actually I was licking almost Half am hour maybe more without a break. I lost count of how Many times she came before begging me to stop. I Let her beg for a while though did not want to stop! She grabbed me by my hair and yanked me of her pussy! Hmmm hope she Is going to take charge now!

Part 2 Is coming up soon!
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Posted by bilizz25 2 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex  |  Views: 2064  |  
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My first time with another crossdresser.

In this story, I'll go in depth on how I became the "girl" that i am today. It all started when i was about 5 years old. I obviously wasnt sexualy active way back then, but thats the age i remember i fell in love with pantyhose. One night after my parents came back from a wedding, i was home with my b*****r and s****r. They came home, changed and what not and went to bed. well my mother who changed in the bathroom left everything that she wore in there. i happened to pick up her pair of sheer to waist with reinf***ed toe suntan wolford pantyhose. They were incredibly silky and soft. i rubbed them on my face and then i smelled them, and then became hooked. the smell of her sweaty feet and silky hose made me want to wear them, so i did. and being 5 years old i was very small, wen i put them on, the waistline was at my neck, but didnt care, the feeling of being wrapped in silk drove me crazy. So since i was 5 years old ive been wearing pantyhose. id say wen i was about 10 i started masturbating. and in the last story was my first time being with a woman wile crossdressed. now this story is about my first time with another crossdresser at the age of 18.

it was a friday night, just got out of school (senior year), and my buddy james and i were talkin in the hall by my locker. james says to me " we should git some beer and git a bonfire goin tonite, get some honeys over and git shitfaced!" I was like "yeah im down. Ill talk to johnny and Brandon and git some more poeple to come." we parted and i went out to my truck and got on the phone with johnny, set up a time and place and he called all the boys and girls to come tonight. well i called a friend of mine, ken, to come to the party tonight, he was a senior and full blow gay, and everyone picked on him, but i wanted him to come and have a good time. he agreed, and i went home and packed my truck full of fire wood and a cooler full of stuff for cookin. got my b*****r to git us some beer, 4 30packs of coors light and a couple bottles of whiskey and tequilla. I picked up john and brandon and we drove back in the woods to our party spot, set up the fire pit, filled the coolers with ice and beer, and everyone started showin up around 7pm. my truck was blasting country music, were all gittin d***k, havin a good time, and here come walkin down the trail, ken. I was relieved to see he showed up. cause like i said, good k**, but not alota people accept him, but i do. i tossed him a beer and said join the fun man. i had grils on both my arms, im shootin shots of tequila and poundin beers, and im fuckin d***k. Its now midnight and people are startin to pass out and what not, and i see ken sittin on a stump, lokkin kinda down. i stumble over to him, "ken, whats up?" he said " everyone kinda ignored me tonight but the girls." and i was like, " well man, i dont know what to tell you, but u gotta loosen up and be more easy going instead of all uptight n shit." i sat down on the log beside him, " dude its cool u showed up tho, cuz i never see u around." he said " well its cuz i like to be at home doing stuff." i said " doing what?" he said " dressing up like a girl." it kinda freaked me out to hear someone else with a womens clothes fetish. I thought he was just a gay. I said "really? Show me." he looked puzzled and i pointed to my truck and we got in and drove to his house. we went into his basement where he basically lived and opened his closet. FULL of womens clothes, and i started to git hard. H said, go wait over there. so i sat on his bed wile he went in the closet and changed. He came out wearing high heels, black thigh highs, a thong, a pink corset, a wig and lipstick. I was so hard at this point, i said " ken" he cut me off "its kaitlin now", "ok, kaitlin, i had no idea how, sexy you are!" she smiled at me and walked over to me, layed me on the bed, and started kissing me. she layed right ontop of me sliding her tongue in my mouth, i could feel her boner against mine. i stopped kissing her for a second and said " would it be hot if u dressed me up too?" she replied " you want to?" i said " i sure do!" she selected a pair of stockings with straps, a thong, and a lace bra for me, also gave me a wig and lipstick. I dressed and we immediately returned to making out, i wrapped my stockinged legs around her pulling her close to me while massaging her tongue with mine. i toook her cock out of her thong and started jerking her. she started to moan. i rolled on top of her and i went down on her hard cock, sucking her hard and i bobbed my head up and down her shaft. i gently squeezed her balls as i sucked her. she pushed me off of her and she turned, and stuck her ass in my face, and got us into a 69. her mouth felt so damn good on my cock, i couldnt help but agressively suck her cock, i could have blown my load in her mouth but i wanted more of kaitlin. so i pushed her off of me and i told her to git on her knees and i slowley etered her ass with my cock, she was moaning quite loudly and i pressed deep into her, her ass was so tight and felt so good, i shoved my entire cock inside her. pumping away in and out of her, both of us moaning in pleasure, i told her to lay on her back and i picked her legs up on my shoulders, and i fucked her deep and hard, i pushed all in and leaned in for a kiss and went back to fucking her, i stuck her sexy little toes in my mouth and just from that, i blew a hot load of cum right in her ass, i pulled out and she looked at me and told me to lay on my back and she penetrated my ass, her cock felt so good going inside of me, hurt at first but i didnt care, i was so horny. she thrusted away in and out of me. it didnt take long for her to blow her load in me wich felt so fucking good! we layed next to eachother, cum oozing out of our asses and i said "kaitlin, this has to stay between us for a while, till i come outa the closet" she agreed and to this day, i still visit kaitlin. oh and by the way, my girl name, which id like to be known as, is Krystal.... Continue»
Posted by sissypantyhoseboy90 3 years ago  |  Categories: Fetish, First Time, Shemales  |  Views: 4839  |  
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First time with an anal plug

I've always enjoyed ‘first time’ stories, so I thought for my first story I would tell one about one of my best first time experiences.
This isn't my first anal experience though… that happened long before (and I may tell that story someday too if this gets a good response from people). I had tried other anal toys before this, some of them were my own creation, but they were all fairly thin and small mainly just to get to my prostate for direct stimulation and that was it. This short story is about my first time with a thick plug and also the first time that my girl was involved. So I’ll start from the beginning…

I'm sure you've all had this experience… walking through a sex shop with your partner, looking and giggling at all the toys and products. Well my girlfriend Jenn and I were doing just that one random Saturday evening and stopped to look at some nice glass products we saw. I picked up a few dildos and suggested she get one to enjoy for days I wasn't around and she felt the urge. She thought about it for a sec and kind of shrugged off the idea. Then I saw the anal plug and picked it up. I looked at her with a grin and said “If you’re going to do ‘this’, you’re going to need practice”. See, we’d talked about doing anal a few times already and when I used my fingers there she seemed to enjoy it, but she was very hesitant to take me on since I'm fairly thick and just the thought made her nervous. So when I saw the toy I figured a little practising could stretch her out and get her feeling comfortable with the idea.

Jenn looked at the plug and said “No way! Look at the size of that!”
“Huh?? I think it's kinda small” I replied.

She took it from me and attempted to wrap her fingers around it, which was difficult with the type of packaging it had. “Look at the thickest part here” she said. “It says it's 1.5 inches thick. How much do you think I stretch down there?” What she didn't know is that I was secretly wanting it for myself as well, because I'd never tried something so thick and just holding it in my hand was turning me on.

“I don't know.” I laughed. “It says it's a medium size, I mean look at that one over there.” I said pointing to the far end of the wall where a massive 4 inch-wide cone was hanging.

“Well that's just disturbing. I don't know who could ever use that.” She replied. As she tried again to wrap her fingers around the plug she was holding she sighed “I don't know if I can do this one.”

I looked at Jenn's face while she imagined squeezing the hard, smooth glass into her anus and shivered a bit. I was picturing it too and felt determined to make it happen, for both her and myself. Our relationship was fairly young so at this point she was unaware that I had already began to explore my own sexual anal desires so I didn't know how to breach the topic. I had no idea how she might respond. She could think I was a freak or even think I was gay which would clearly be a problem for our relationship.

We stood in silence for a minute, both staring at it, contemplating the idea of this little glass wonder until I mustered up the courage to make my suggestion. I took a deep breath and said “How about this… I'll do it if you do it.”
She looked up instantly and replied “What do you mean, you’ll do it? Like… you'll use it too?”

“Yeah” I answered, “In fact I'll use it first. And if I can't take it then you don't have to try.” Obviously I had a secret agenda, since I'd wanted to try it all along. So I saw this proposal as the perfect opportunity to covertly suggest what I was secretly craving. But I was nervous as hell about what she might think and how she would react. Like I said, our relationship was still young and I really liked this girl, I didn't want to scare her away, but at the same time this could lead to some amazing experiences if she agreed.

Her eyes were wide with surprise as she looked back down at the toy. My heart was pounding with anxiety and fear. After only a few seconds she said “Okay!” Still looking down “If you can do it, I can do it” she supposed. Inside, I sighed in relief and then suddenly excitement started to grow for the night to come.

We kept the glass toy with us as we continued to walk around the shop, looking at other products we might be interested in and realizing we'd need a bottle of lube to ease the experience we were going to have. My anticipation grew quickly and I couldn't take it any more, so I suggested we just pay and go home. Only a ten minute walk away, home seemed too far… for me anyway. I think she was much more nervous than excited. But along the way we were both fairly quiet, which was rare for us. Anxiousness and nervousness will do that to you I suppose.

When we got in the door, we both immediately opened the bag and took out our new toy. She actually gasped when she was finally able to get the packaging off and fully wrap her fingers around the thickest part. “Babe” she started “It's as thick as you! I don’t know if I can do this.” She continued, echoing her initial thoughts in the store.

I took it from her and wrapped my thumb and index finger around it as she had. Just from touch, I could tell she was right, it was almost the same girth as my penis when it's hard. I've measured myself a few times, so I know I'm precisely six inches in circumference, which is apparently fairly large (if you believe the internet). In fact my penis is almost an identical length as well, so I'm 6 x 6, which I always thought was kinda funny. I'd always wished for a bigger one, but which man doesn't right? I suppose I have no problems with average length. I know my girlfriend doesn't, so that's really what matters. At least our new butt plug was only 4-1/2 inches tall, so that part didn't scare either of us. It was just the thickness.

We took out a measuring tape and wrapped it around the widest part of the glass. It measured 5-3/8 inches, so we were actually both wrong. It's thinner than my penis, but still thicker than the average. I looked at her and said “Well, it's our now. We can't return it, so we might as well just give it a shot!”

“Okay, but you're first.” She replied “That's the deal!”
I simply replied with a “Mhmm” and turned to walk towards the bed with a smirk on my face.

As we reached the bed, we both stripped down quickly and climbed under the sheets. This was certainly a different experience than any previous sex we'd had. We only kissed a little as my anticipation was growing through the roof. She tossed the sheets off us and saw I was already hard. Instinctively, she leaned down to put my cock in her mouth, since that was always her favourite thing to do, and realized after a few licks that there were other matters to attend to. She propped herself up on her elbow and asked me quietly “Do you want me to do it for you, or do you want control?”
“I think I'd better handle it myself.” I answered. “At least at first anyway.” I added.

She rolled over to reach the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of anal lube we'd also purchased. Shaking it in her hand, she popped it open and squeezed some onto her middle finger. Clicking the cap closed, so tossed it back on the nightstand and rolled back over to me. She positioned herself upright, sitting with her legs crossed.

“You'll need to open wide.” She said as she coaxed my legs open with her free hand. I was nervous and excited and hard as a rock. As she spread my legs I slid my hand across her thigh and lightly touched her clit with my thumb. That's when I realized how excited she was too when my thumb glided over her slick pussy. I'd never felt her so wet so quickly before, and it just made it all the better. Knowing that she was into it and totally willing to see and help this happen really let me relax and all my inhibitions started to leave my mind.

She touched the lubed finger to my anus and I took a quick breath from the cold sensation. With a smile she started to circle the hole, sliding around it ever so gently. She took her time and pushed slightly, breaching my opening just barely with her finger tip. My head back and my eyes closed, I couldn’t help but let out a warm “Mmmmm”.

“I had no idea you'd be into this.” She said quietly. I opened my eyes to see her smiling and staring at my ass with concentration. “But it's so hot!” she continued. That was it. All my worries were now gone completely, knowing that she was enjoying what we were experiencing together.

As my thumb continued to slide around her clit, her middle finger continued to probe further into my ass. Firmly now, she had begun inserting more and more. She curled her finger slightly and started pumping in and out. Then suddenly without warning she stopped. She slowly removed her finger and continued circling the hole as she had done in the beginning. With her free hand she took my hand off her body and moved it over to the toy we had lying on the bed between us. Without words, I looked in her eyes and she gave me a slight nod with a smile. I took the glass plug in my hand and shuffled my legs open even wider. I noticed her move briefly, I suppose to wipe her finger clean with a Kleenex from the nightstand. But I was far too engrossed in what I was now doing to say for sure what she was doing at this point. She laid down beside me now and caressed my chest while I kissing my neck and cheek. It felt amazing in tandem with the glass now circling my anus.

I moved it slowly at first and somewhat copied what she'd done with her finger. As I started to push, I realized even the tip was thicker than her finger and when it breached my hole I closed my eyes and sighed. It actually slipped in quickly for a moment since the glass was frictionless with the lube. I removed it and repeated the motion. Slower this time it started to slide in. Bit by bit, I was pushing up towards my stomach. As it got wider and wider I could actually feel my anus stretching. Trying my best to relax I kept pushing ever so slowly. It was only half-way in when I stopped and had a moment when I felt I had to ‘reset’. So I squeezed my ass tight and pulled it out completely. By this time Jenn was now kissing my chest, licking my nipples and stroking my hard penis, but still quiet and supportive. I still had my eyes closed, but I heard her whisper “Please don't hurt yourself babe.” After a few hard squeezes of my empty anus, I was ready to continue.

With a quick breath, I pushed on my opening with the toy again and it made a much smoother entrance this time. I started gradually getting it further and further and now I could really feel the stretching. I had to start slowly pumping it in and back out slightly, then further in and back out slightly. I continued like that as it got closer to the thick base. There were a few moments where I had to hold it in place and take a breath. It was starting to become a really intense feeling as I tried different motions to easy the stretching. I twisted it in my fingers while I lightly pumped it in and out. Then I figured I had to just go for it, so I took one last breath and firmly but slowly pushed for the goal. It was an odd combination of pain and pleasure when I felt my anus expand to what seemed to be its limit. Then suddenly, the toy got past its widest part and just popped in completely. It happened so quickly that the tip of the glass hit my prostate and I gasped loudly. My eyes shot open and I looked at Jenn. “It’s in.” were the only words that could come out of my mouth.

“No way!" She said as she jumped up on her elbow and looked for herself. Her eyes wide, she looked back up at my face with a big smile and then turned back to quickly swallow as much of my cock as she could. With my rock hard member deep in Jenn’s mouth and a solid glass plug deep in my ass, I was in complete heaven.

As she moved her mouth around my cock she motioned to take control of the toy. I removed my hand and she began to gently twist it with her fingers. It was no longer touching my prostate (it only did that at the initial entry), so I whispered for her to push and she did. The toy seemed to be just barely too short to touch the prostate while sitting in naturally, but as soon as she added some slight pressure I could feel my insides rejoicing. I couldn't believe the experience, the pleasure. As she continued to twist and push and pump the toy I began squirming in ecstasy. All that and at the same time she had me in her mouth. It was unlike any blowjob she had given me before however. It had always been her specialty in my opinion, but this time she must have been concentrating more on my ass than my cock as she was simply holding me deep in her throat for the majority of the time. Since she had no free hand to use she would pull her mouth up the entire length of my cock and then immediate slide it back down again, practically swallowing it entirely. She is an absolute expert and it was absolute bliss.

While I continually felt the pressure on my prostate and the mouth around my cock I started to lose all control. My body was sweating and I started writhing from the sensations. I heard her moaning as she could tell I was clearly close to orgasm. I'm sure it was only minutes, but it felt like an eternity of paradise. Then it came to an abrupt end when I simply had to let go and erupted in her mouth. As I was letting go, pumping spurt after spurt in her throat, Jenn was pushing hard on the toy giving my ass all it could take and applying the greatest pressure my prostate had ever had. I could hear her moaning again as she tried her best to keep my cock in deep in her mouth with my hips bucking and my cum flowing in her throat.

When it was over, she released the pressure on the plug, but kept my penis in her mouth a while longer. She continued to moan while her head slowly bobbed on my shaft, waiting for it to soften slightly. When she was ready, she slowly slid her mouth up my penis, careful not to spill any cum along the way and kept her lips tightly closed around the tip as she swallowed twice. At this point I had my eyes open, watching the master at work. And in the aftermath, I concluded that it had been by far the most intense and amazing orgasm I had ever had in my life to that point.

Of course there was still the matter of the plug in my ass. As hard as it was to get in, I thought it could be just as hard to get out. Contrary to that however, it popped out quite easily after a short push of my muscles and a slight tug on the base. While it did stretch my anus to its max again on the way out, it was far less painful this time and by this point felt quite relieving to get it out.
I simply reached over and put it aside on the nightstand and then lied back in complete relaxation. Jenn was again lying beside me caressing my chest as she did earlier, and she kissed my chin and said “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

I looked in her eyes, amazed at this wonderful woman and said “No, thank you!”

I started to glide my hands over her body and ended up between her legs (of course), where I discovered just how much she had enjoyed the experience. She was literally dripping down her legs from her own excitement. I pulled my glistening fingers back up to my mouth and licked them clean. She gave me a coy smile and grabbed my face to kiss me deeply. I rolled on top of her and started grinning.

“Well I did it.” I said. “So you know what that means… now it’s your turn.”

The End.... Continue»
Posted by FearlessAddict 2 years ago  |  Categories: Anal, First Time  |  Views: 1121  |  
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My first time with a Black girl

The following is a true story of my first time with a black woman. This is also my first ever attempt at erotica, so any and all feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!

We met at a concert. Earth Day Birth Day, to be precise. It was a hot, sweaty day, only compounded by the fact that there were 20,000 people all trying to get as close to the stage as possible. I was right in the front, less then 20 feet from the musicians. In the oppresive heat and press of bodies, we caught each-others eyes.

It ws as though time paused for just us. In that moment we both knew we wanted eachother. She called to me "Hey!! White boy!!" As she weaved through the crowd, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She is 5"7', around 120pounds, with full lips, medium length black hair, a milky caramel complection, a SMOKING ass, and large breasts. As she got closer, I could see her taking my measurments in her head (I am 5'10", almost 150 pounds, with a hairy/athletic body, and hazel eyes). When she smiled at me, it was so full of desire, I immedietly got excited, and started to get hard.

"Hi" she said.

"Hi.." I mumbled as I stared into her eyes. She smiled again, and steped in close to me. Her breasts were brushing against my chest through her almost see through white tank-top. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were hard.

"I am so glad I got your attention! I wanted to see 7Dust up close, So bad!!" She said as she tried to make small-talk. "My name is RJ" she said, looking up at me.

I smiled, "I'm Josh, it's great to meet you." Secretly I was worried that I had lost my position to a beautiful woman, and that she was about to ask me if her boyfriend could stand here too. I needen't have worried as at that time she smiled her devious smile at me. "Likewise.." she replied, looking down my body, and eye-brow rising when she noticied my bulge. We took a moment then, as 7dust began it's sound check, and we both looked to the stage.

She wanted to get up front, so I moved and let her stand in front of me. She then leaned back into me, her wonderful ass resting comfortably on my crotch. "Comfy?" she coyly asked me. I let out a slight groan and pushed my hips into her. She let out a sigh and rubbed her ass up and down my constricted erection. My hands went to her hips, and I began to rub her thighs. She reached behind me to grab my ass with one hand, and with the other, began to knead my cock through my shorts.

"Holy shit! is that you??". I was confused by this question until I figured she ment my erection. I leaned down and whispered into her ear "All 9 inches of it..". She let out a laugh and said "But your so Thick!...." she then turned her head so that our faces were inches apart. Her gaze held mine for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only a second or two. It was a gaze full of lust and desire. We both moved to meet the other's lips.

Her lips were incredibly soft, tasted like cherry's, and she smelled of coco butter. Intoxicted by the smell and feel of such a creature my hands began to move of they're own accord, rubbing up her body, kneading her breasts through her tank-top. She moaned and sucked my lower lip into her, continuing to suck on my lips and tounge while I brought one of my hands under her shirt...While this was going on 7Dust began to take the stage. She broke off the kiss and gave a loud cheer for the band.

At this point I was so horny I could of fucked her in the middle of the crowd. To hell with the other people standing next to us. Her continued grabs, and pulls on my cock told me that she had the same thing in mind. As the band began it's first song, the press of the crowed surged forward. I reluctently let go of her tit, and braced my arms on the "fence" at the front of the stage, protecting her from the press of humanity. She leaned into me again, thanking me and sucking on my earlobe. My body shuddered from the pleasure, and I was determined to stay and protect her for the rest of the concert.

After about 2 more hours of music, grinding, body surfers, and incredible heat, we both wanted to get something to drink. We hop'd the fence and made our way to the side of the stage, her leading me by the hand. As we got in line for beer, she turned to me, w****d her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a very tender kiss, which lead to another tender kiss. She kissed me one more time and pulled away.

"No one has ever really looked out for me like that Josh. Especially not some-one like you!".

"Like me?" I asked.

"Yeah, most hot guys are so full of themselves, they wouldn't of bothered." I would of blushed if my face wasn't already red from sun-burn.

"It was no problem Hun, I was happy to." I said.

She responded by kissing me again. By this time the line had moved foward a bit and we moved to catch up. She bought the beers, and we moved to an area where we could sit and relax. We talked about alot of stuff, asked about relationships and STD's. We were both clean and single, to the surprise of both of us. I learned she lived about an hour from where I lived, and we traded phone numbers and e-mails. We then spent the remainder of the concert in eachothers arms, kissing, rubbing and laughing. She wanted me to come home with her after the concert, but she had to be up early for work, and then school, so I took a raincheck and told her that we will definetly meet again...

I left the concert with my head in the clouds, amazed at my luck.


So after the concert, I went home, took a shower, and promptly passed out. When I woke up, I had a voicemail from her. She thanked me again for the good times, and wanted to know if Saturday would be a good day to come and see her. I called her back and left a message telling her Saturday would be great.

6 days later....

So after quite a few sexual e-mail's and instant message's I was on my way to her house. I arrived at about 10pm, which was good because we are both night-owls. As I pulled into her place, I called her and let her know I was there. As I was walking up to the door, she opened it...

She was dressed in some increadibly sexy white night-gown. It was lacy and see through. My jaw drop'd and I think my heart skipped a beat, she smiled and began to rub her breasts as I stood there.

"Well you cuming??..." she teased while she playd with her-self. I sprinted the last 20feet.

She let go of the door as I approched, grabed my neck and pulled my lips to hers while I embraced her and pulled her against my body. I closed the door with my foot and grabed her ass, pressing her crotch against mine. She was very hot and I could feel her damp warmth through my shorts. Our lips never left eachothers as we staggered through her kitchen and living room.

She told me to remove my shirt while I started kicking off my shoes. As I pulled my shirt over my head, she grabed my jeans and unbuttoned them. I was incredibly turned on by her aggresiveness, and was only to happy to oblige with her demands. She purred when she saw my throbing cock under my boxer-briefs, and began to softly stroke it through the cloth. I leaned forward to kiss her, but she pushed my back and told me to sit on the couch. Amazed at her husky desire, I sat down.

She walked over to me slowly, removing her nighty, revealing her perfect breasts and white panties. She began to rub her pussy with one hand, then licked her fingers, and went back to rubbing herself. I licked my lips, watching her fingers. She nodded and walked a little closer. She was only a foot away from me, and the smell of her musk had me transfixed. She knew how much I loved to eat women out, and she was intentionally teasing me. I didn't mind, I knew I would taste her soon enough.

As though she was reading my mind, she moved even closer, her legs now brushing against mine. I could now clearly see her pink lips, swollen and damp. She continued to rub herself in front of me, enjoying watching me watching her. I heard her sharp intake of breath, and saw her bite her lip. She increased the speed of her rubbing and I was rewarded with the sounds of pleausre coming from her mouth and the the heavy, musty scent of her climax.

She opened her eyes, smiled, and moved her hand to my mouth. I sucked on her fingers, savoring the taste of her, moaning softly as I sucked on each one. I looked up at her with her finger still in my mouth. She was looking down at me, a soft smile spreading on her face.

"You really love it, don't you?" she asked.

"Mmmmhmmmm" is all I replied, eager for what I hoped was about to happen.

She smiled wider, and told me to put my head on the arm-rest. I layed my body down on the couch, proping my head on the arm-rest of the couch. She moved over to where my head was laying, and removed her panties. The damp cloth fell to the floor, exposing her engorged lips.

"Well let's see how much you love some black pussy, white boy.." and with that she leaned forward slightly.

Her pussy was totally hairless, and quite moist. I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff of her crotch, and as the heady aroma of it caused my body to shiver with anticipation, she leaned over even more, proping herself up with her arms, and spreading her legs, slowly, bringing her pussy closer to my mouth.

I opened my eyes and gazed at her swollen pink lips, I began to kiss her thighs, teasing her and stretching the moment even longer. Her body shuddered, and her hips bucked.

"Joshua......please....." she softly cried, and that was what I had been waiting for. Moving my hands onto her ass, I brought my head up slightly, sucking a lip into my mouth. I barely heard her gasp of pleasure, as I continued to softly lick all around her delicious slit. I softly kissed up and down her pussy, while my hands softly carresed her cheeks. I stuck the tip of my tounge inside of her outer-lips and moved it up and down her slit. She purred and leaned over even more. I could feel her breath on my thighs. As I worked my tounge deeper inside of her, I flicked it gently over her clit, still hidden by the hood. She responded with a groan and I sucked it into my mouth, kissing it, then flicking it with the tip of my tounge.

"Ooooooohhh" she moaned, and I knew she was enjoying it. I continued to nurse on her clit, slowly moving my hands to her sopping wet hole. As I began to massage it, she graoned aloud, and begged me to fuck her. I slid two fingers into her, doing my best to find good positioning to continue sucking and finger-fucking her.

While I was trying to figure out how best to keep my mouth attached to her slit, she took care of the problem by leaning forward even more, bending over, and licking the tip of my cock. In moving as she did, she had givin my arm the leverage it needed to fit a third finger into her and really pound into her. She took me into her mouth in response. I moaned into her clit, causing her to humm onto my dick. She began to bob on my cock, using her mouth to fuck my manhood. I began to thrust my hips into her face, and she began to grind her pussy against mine.

She stop'd, and leaned up, inadvertently suffocating me. I loved it. But no sooner had she leaned up, then she began to rotate around, and I understood what she wanted. This horny black woman, wanted me, to give her some good, deep dick fucking. With her hands on my chest, she lowered herself onto my rigid fuck stick. We both moaned as the head of my cock slid into her hungry twat. I grabed her ass, and pulled into her slowly, inch by inch, pausing only when she grabed the hair on my chest in pain. I pulled out of her, stoping when the ridge of my cock was about to slip out, then thrust into her, deeper then I had before. She moaned loudly this time, pushing her pussy even deeper, until she couldn't go any further. At this point I grabed her breasts, pulled her on-top of me, and spread her legs wider with my own. I began to slowly churn her, enjoying the feel of her skin and wonderful smell of sex we made. We kissed, and I could taste my cum on her lips, as I knew she could taste hers on mine. This only aroused us even more, and I began to increase my tempo. She moaned as she was sucking on my tounge.

"Fuck me...Fuck Me...Fuck Me...." she said with every thrust. I released her breasts, and grabed her inner thighs from the back, spreading her even wider. I then pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the tip inside of her, before ramming all 9 inches of my cock into her. She let out a scream, and bit my shoulder, and I continued to give her hard, deep strokes. She put her arms on either side of my head and pushed away from me, causing her breasts to dangle and slap into my face with each stroke. I promplty started sucking on the nearest nipple, moaning my satisfaction. She started to whimper "Harder, Harder.." so I knew it was time..

I grabed her ass and began to pound the fuck out of her twat. Slamming my thick meat in and out of her, while pulling her onto my cock with every stroke. I felt her body begin to quiver and I knew she was close, so I doubled my speed, punishing her pussy with my fuck stick. After a few moments of this I was on the verge of cumming myself, and shortly after that I heard her suck air inbetween her teeth, and moaningly said "i'm..cuc cumin!" I Slamed into her one last time, then held myself there, Deep inside of her, flexing my cock muscle. I felt her pussy grab hold of my dick and squeeze, milking my manhood for all its worth. I exploded into her, feeling my cum plaster the insides of her twat. Invouluntarily I thrust deeper into her with every throb of my orgasm, making her moan, and grind even harder onto me. We were cumming with eachother, riding the waves of our pleasure, together. We began to kiss as I continued to ejaculate inside of her, and I could feel her spasm arond my cock with every, loving, thrust. We held onto eachother for long minutes after our orgasm's had finished, neither one of us wanting to be the first one to let go.

Softly she nibbled on my earlobe, and kissed down my neck. I softly whispered "If only I had known that sex with a black girl was like that! I think I love you" I laughed "that was the best sex of my life!"

Slyly, and with a squeeze of my slippery cock with her pussy, she said "What do you mean was?.......We're not done yet...."

We made love to eachother for the next 6 hours, slept in one anothers arms, and had another 2 hours of passionate sex before I had to leave. This is a true story of my first time with a black woman. I hope you enjoy'd!... Continue»
Posted by HungBeachBum 4 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Interracial Sex  |  Views: 9549  |  
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My first time with a girl - Part Five

It was my idea for a sixty-nine. I whispered for Louise for us to do it and she was very keen to do so as long as I was on top. We moved around and soon had our’s heads between each other legs again. Louise’s pussy was very wet, but lovely to taste again. I couldn’t get enough of it and used my hands to lift her bum up so I could get at it more.
We both came again, Louise first, and then I sat upwards to allow Louise to be smothered in my face when I came. Sitting on her like that made me feel all good and I twirled her nipples in my fingers as she made me cum again.
Once I had, I collapsed off her and to the side.
Louise found it amusing that I seemed all done. She slid up my back and whispered in my ear that we weren’t done yet. For a minute or two she kissed my neck, then she planted kisses all down my spine as she went further down. I knew than that she was going to fully explore her bum-hole obsession with me.
Being licked on the bum and having a tongue go inside was very strange. Louise used one hand to spread my cheeks as she did so, and the other reached round to find my clit again. So it was all good, just very weird. I didn’t want to do it back though, nor kiss her afterwards.
I still came again though with her tugging on and rubbing my clit, so it was all good. Louise then got up, told me she would be a minute, and went to the bathroom.
When she came back I asked her why she had vanished. Louise said that she was just washing her face and cleaning her teeth, she had also brought something back with her she said as she got back on the bed with me.
The light from the hallway had left me feeling very naked – as I was – so I had wrapped the quilt around me for a minute. Louise pulled that back and sat in between my legs though. She then showed me the shampoo bottle that she had. I whispered as to what she was going to do with that!?
It wasn’t a very big bottle, but still! Louise pushed that right inside herself and then whispered for me to fuck her with it. I did as she wanted and took hold of the base of it while she sat there with this odd-shaped bottle inside of her. I was soon sitting up too and Louise dropped her head onto my boobs as I kept on fucking her.
When Louise came like that, I was very strange for me. She wasn’t as close in a physical way as she had been earlier when we licked each other until we came. This was different. It was like back when I watched her fucking those two guys that time and seeing her face as she came then.
This was in fact the most intimate moment between us.
Louise then motioned for me to take it out of her and I gently did so. Then I realised that this ‘toy’ was for the both of us! I decided to let her do it, as long as it only went in my pussy.
I lay back and spread my legs wide. Louise rubbed my pussy first and used her own juices to wet me too. Then she started to put that bottle inside me. It was like losing my virginity again, like the first time I took it in the bum too. I was almost split into two. Louise put her hand over my mouth at first too.
It did really hurt being fucked like that, though it got better when Louise took her hand off my mouth and started to rub my clit. I soon started to love that feeling of the biggest thing inside of me ever and I could sit up. Louise’s boobs were there and I sucked her nipples again until I finally started to cum.
Once Louise took the bottle out of me, she laid on me and told me we still had more to do.
I had seen two girls rubbing their pussies together in one of the online videos I’d watched and thought that that didn’t look that much fun. Doing it with Louise was great though. She ground herself into me and I did so back.
Once we got into a rhythm it worked out fine too. We both had our hands in use too, making the whole thing make me come once again. Louise took longer though, but once she did I could feel her almost gushing all over me. That made me want to lick her again and so we went to get back into another sixty-nine.
I was underneath this time and Louise lowered her pussy right into me. She teased me a little, lifting up and away several times. Finally, I grabbed her and pulled her down onto my mouth.
My own hand was rubbing my clit while Louise licked my wet lips and put her tongue just inside me. She was sucking on my pussy and I was doing the same to her. I was trying to get all her wetness and then make her wet again.
Louise then moved forward some so her girl-hole itself was on my mouth. Then she whispered a question. Would I lick her bum like she had done to me? I told her that I supposed I could, but I wouldn’t go inside.
Doing so, licking her bum, was very strange. I knew that it was washed, but it still was a big weird and I did feel yuky. Still, I was getting my pussy licked and my clit sucked by her.
Once I came, Louise sat upwards and moved backwards so I could take my tongue off her bum and put it back on her clit to make her cum too. I had learnt now how to do it expertly and Louise came in my face again.
We were both all fucked out by that point. I got out of her bed and found a dressing gown on the floor, before going to the bathroom. I was desperate for a pee and really wanted to wash my face because of the bum-licking thing.
When I came back, Louise had the lamp on and she whispered that we should really put on our nighties, even our knickers. Her dad wouldn’t dare come in her room in the morning, but her mum or s****r might.
We both put on the necessary clothes and got into bed, top and tails. And I was soon asl**p too, after that much fucking and cumming.
Morning came and we did touch each other a little then while getting dressed, though that one night was the only time Louise and I had sex. Other things came into play, boring and complicated stuff to be honest.
Yes, I’ve had sex with other girls, and women now too, but, still, the first time will always be the best.... Continue»
Posted by sarahyork 4 years ago  |  Categories: Anal, First Time, Lesbian Sex  |  Views: 450  |  
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My First Time with Amanda Bynes

My name is Kenny Rourke and the story that I'm now writing had started on the Thrid day of April,when my mom and dad had dragged me over to Hollywood,California to spend the day with my TV star cousin,Amanda Bynes and her f****y.

Now,I hope that you're not getting the wrong idea about me and my cousin,because at first,I've thought of her as a little s****r and nothing else,but that was before we had arrived at the Bynes residence.

After we had pulled up into the driveway and got ourselves out of the car,Amanda's mom had stepped out of the house with a big smile on her face,ran over to our car and gave each of us a big hug.

"Oooohhhh,we're so glad to see you guys!",said my smiling aunt,after she had placed her friendly hand on my shoulder."Speaking of which,I do believe that I know a certain someone who''l be glad to see you,Kenny.Why don't you go say 'hi' to Amanda,while we get her surprise birthday planned?"

Now,after I've heard that,I would normally come up with an excuse and go to a nearby mall and do some goofing around,but after I've realized that I would never do that to any member of my f****y,I've decided to follow my aunt's advice and go inside the house to say 'hi' to Amanda.

But suddenly,after I've walked over to Amanda's bedroom door and opened it a tiny bit,my eyes had grown as big as Godzilla's,for I've just spotted my own cousin take off her underwear and look at her reflection in the mirror,causing me to notice what totally fantastic bod she has on her.

Then,just as she was about to put on her bathrobe,I've opened the door all the way and stepped into the room,causing her to cover her nude body up with the robe after she had spotted me standing in front of her.

But then,after she had looked down at my pants and saw that my suddenly stiff cock was looking like it was about to smash its way out,Amanda had slowly walked over to the bedroom door,closed and locked it behind me and dropped the robe down to the floor.

"Well,Kenny.It's good to see you again.It's a long time.",said Amanda,after she had slowly licked her lips and started touching herself all over her nude body."So tell me,Kenny.Have you ever had sex with a 19-year-old girl before?"

"Actually,Amanda.The answer is no.",I've answered,after I was able to clear my throat."I've never had sex with any girl before.That's because I hadn't allowed myself to have sex with one."

"That is until today.Don't you agree,Kenny?",asked Amanda,after she had moved herself closer to me,placed her hands on my back and gave me one really big kiss on the lips.

After the kiss,Amanda had helped me take my clothes off,we've placed ourselves on the bed and she had started sucking on my stone hard dick,causing me to place my hands on her bare back and said,"Aaaahhhh,God!I've never...had my dick...sucked by a girl...before!Oooohhhh,yeah!That's it!Suck it real good!Aaaahhhh!"

Just then,after she had laid herself next to me and whispered in my ear,"Now I want you to do what you want to me.",I've started licking all over her body--all the way down to her hot,wet pussy and carressing her firm breasts.

"Aaaahhhh,yeah!That's it!Do it,Kenny!",said Amanda,after she had placed her hands on my shoulders."Touch me!Touch me there!Suck my wet pussy dry!It turns me on!Aaaahhhh!"

And then,after I've placed my cock inside her hot,moist snatch and started sucking on the nipples of her tits,I've suddenly realized that even though we were suppossed to only be cousins,we were really enjoying fucking and sucking each other.

Just then,after I've placed my dick inside her tight ass and started carressing her tits and cunt,a sexually-energized Amanda had placed her hands on my arms and yelled,"AAAAHHHH,YEAH!THAT'S IT!DO IT,YOU FUCKING SHIT-HEAD!FUCK ME!I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!SLAM IT ALL INTO ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then,after we had started moving harder and faster and finally reached the finish line of our little sex derby,the both of us had came and collapsed due to exhaustion.

After we were both finally able to catch our breath,Amanda had placed her head on my chest,let out a sigh and asked,"Well,Kenny?Was it good for you as it was for me?"

"Oooohhhh,yeeeeaaaahhhh.It really was,Amanda.It really was.",I've answered,after I've placed my gentle hand on her head and gave her a little kiss and just before we had snuggled-up to each other and fell asl**p within our naked arms.

Just then,after she had walked into the room and everyone else had popped out of their hiding places and yelled,"HAPPY BIRTHDAY,AMANDA!",the happy birthday girl had started recieving hugs and presents from all of the other party guests.

Well,all of them except me,because I've already given her one hell of a birthday present in her bedroom,which had indeed became my first time with Amanda Bynes,the TV star who is still my favorite more ways than one.

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Posted by celebrity_lover28 3 years ago  |  Categories: Anal, Celebrities, First Time  |  Views: 2463  |  
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Victoria’s first time with a girl – pa

Reassured by Victoria’s reaction to her so far, Elise felt brave enough to go on.

“Can I touch you? I mean, we could take our clothes off.”

“You want to touch me? How?” Victoria was getting freaked out by her friend’s strange behaviour.

Drawing her friend towards her, Elise lifted up Victoria’s skirt and stroked her lightly, but meaningfully between her legs.

“You and your s****r are both deeply sensual people, but you just ooze sexuality Victoria.”

Moving her fingers up and down Victoria’s crotch, she was meeting with little or no resistance and was sensing that her friend was curious about getting touched by another woman.

“Who needs a man to relax in these liberated times? When you feel tense, just come to me and I can relax you. How does that feel?”

“It feels kind of good” Victoria replied, “if a little weird”

“Now let me put my hand inside your tights and touch your pussy.”

Pulling her tights away from her body, Victoria let her friend slide a hand inside and felt Elise’s hand on her most intimate parts. She’d never had anyone else since Graeme and so was thrilled and relieved by the touch of another.

Feeling Elise’s hand on her faintly furry pussy lips sent a shudder through her. Feeling compelled to kiss Elise, she kissed her friend on the mouth, whilst Elise worked her fingers down inside her friends opaque navy hosiery. Victoria was soon moist as she enjoyed her first lesbian encounter.

Struggling to pull her tights down to give Elise easier access, Victoria wiggled her hips, then opened her legs wider for access to her most intimate areas. Elise continued stroking Victoria as Victoria urged her to go faster.
“Fuck me, Elise” purred Victoria into Elise’s ear, “make me cum”.

The ladies kissed each other, increasingly passionately, on Victoria’s part, as she gave into her feelings of lesbian arousal, at the fingers of her friend. Elise obliged, frigging Victoria’s clitoris and lips faster until Victoria was moaning with pleasure. Elise was surprised how aroused Victoria was and scheming that now she could have the best of both worlds, by keeping Victoria as her lesbian bitch. Soon Victoria surrendered her lesbian cherry to her friend as she came all over her fingers.

Recovering her composure, Victoria stood in front of her friend, with her tights around her thighs.

“Let me touch you. That was fantastic, “coed Victoria, buzzing with sexual energy.

Elise obliged by slipping off her shoes and trousers, moving her panties to one side, guiding Victoria’s fingers to her shaven pussy.

Victoria giggled as she touched her friend’s smooth lips, “I didn’t know you shaved down there.”

“Now shush…just touch me like you want to,” urged Elise.

Victoria first stroked, then rubbed her friends clitoris with her fingers. Elise gasped with pleasure as she was aroused by her friend.

Victoria followed her instincts and concentrated on Elise’s clitoris, working it slowly and sensually. Elise knew she’d found the right girl, as she melted into Victoria’s touch and kissed her friend.

Victoria worked Elise’s clitoris, but also stroked her pussy, curious at how smooth her lips were (Victoria would later have her pussy shaved by her aunt – see Keep it in the f****y blog). They felt so sensual and soft. Applying a little pressure and gently increasing this, in response to Elise’s reactions, she fingered and masturbated another girl for the first time.

Encouraging Victoria, Elise held onto Victoria’s left hip with one hand and used the fingers of her other hand to touch, probe and other.
Elise came first, followed by Victoria. The girls slowed then withdrew their fingers from each other, as their hormone levels returned to normal after hitting the sexual high of climax.

“That was great, Elise,” Victoria panted in excitement

“I’m glad you liked it,” Elise replied.

The girls adjusted their clothing and Victoria pulled up her tights and straightened her skirt.

“My husband mustn’t find out that we’ve done this. Not a word to anyone you understand ?”

Victoria reassured Elise that this would be their little secret.

Later that day, when Victoria was at home in her own bed alone, her fingers slid into her pyjama bottoms and she started to stroke her pussy. Slowly at first, just up and down. Her eyes closed, she remembered how Elise had slipped her fingers down to her lips and started to imagine that she was here now, masturbating her. With a quickening heart rate, she masturbated whilst thinking about how she had enjoyed her time with Elise earlier in the day before falling asl**p with thoughts of how she wanted Elise again, unaware that her friend had the same idea…

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Posted by Gez71 3 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Masturbation  |  Views: 732  |  
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My First Time {fictional}

My first time with a girl was intoxicating. My friends and I all decided that it was time for a girl’s night. We chose to hit the local night club X-Hale. It had the normal loud hip-hop music and the same locals from around town, but it also had hot guy’s there as well. So of course we were all in. Devon came to pick me up and we poured a glass of wine and had a drink while we waited for Dawn to come. I was still adding the finishing touches to my outfit, which was a tight pair of black jeans with a red v-neck tank top. It showed almost all of my 42-DD breast. I heard a knock on the door, as I walked across the living room, I noticed a look in Devon’s eye’s I had never seen before.... almost a look of lust. I opened the door and greeted Dawn. She is very small framed, with small perky breast. She has flaming red hair with beautiful green eyes. I have always been attracted to her. I hugged her and pecked her on the cheek. The thing with Dawn and Devon is they have never gotten along. So they flashed a fake smile to each other an then started to fight for my attention. Which I loved. I have always like being the center of attention, no matter who it was from. Devon said, she didn’t feel well and went home. Dawn an I sat down on the couch an was thinking about just staying at the house and watching movies.

I went and took off my tight jeans because they weren’t comfy. I slipped on a pair of cotton shorts and sat down beside her. I began to notice that she was eyeing my breast, and I began to feel my pussy getting warm. Dawn, asked me if I had ever been with a girl. I looked at her like I was appalled when deep down the thought had crossed my mind more than a few times. She said she hadn’t either, but every time she get’s near me, she get’s hot and wants nothing more then to see how I taste. Out of nervousness I giggled,but I had always wondered the same thing. Dawn moved close and began to touch my breast, she then leaned in an kissed me. It was the softest kiss I had ever felt. It made me so hot and wet. I started to touch her perky breast, her nipples were hard. I pulled her shirt up an licked all over her nipples. She moaned in excitement and begged for more. I took off her shirt and laid her back. Kissing her deep as she grinded me with her dripping wet pants. I sat up and slipped off her pants and asked her what she wanted... I knew, I just wanted to hear it. When she mumbled the word’s "lick my pussy" I almost came just from hearing it. I slid off the couch and dropped to my knees and with one long lick she grabbed my head and said "yes, yes, eat me"" I have waited so long for you" As I lick her hot dripping wet cunt, nibbling on her clit from time to time.

I reached up and squeeze her tiny pink nipples, she moan in ecstasy. I begin to finger her tight cunt with one, then two and finally three finger’s. She shoved my face into her pussy, telling me to catch her sweetness with my mouth. As I get up my chin dripping from her juice, I am eager for her to touch me and please me. We share a kiss as she lays me on the couch and begin touching my tit’s. She licks my big tit’s and bites my nipples, I can barely contain myself. She start’s to work her way down kissing every inch of my body. Finally making it to my thigh’s. She spread’s my leg’s apart and begin’s to lick my clit, I jump from the sensation that shot through my body like a warm current. She say’s.... your so wet, and taste so sweet. She dives into my pussy making sure to lick every part leaving nothing out. I have never had someone turn me on like this. I knew, I was getting ready to cum, then she spread my legs far apart and began licking my asshole. I had never felt something feel that good. As she licked my ass and fucked my pussy with her finger’s, I felt the build up coming from my toes, as I lay there screaming , and begging for her not to stop.... I’m cumming, I’m cumming I moaned in delight, I was filling up her mouth with my hot juices. Dawn crawls up my warm sweaty body and kisses me. I can taste my own pussy on her lip’s. I finally open my eye’s, only to see Devon standing there with her hand’s down her pants. Who knew our girl’s night had just begun!... Continue»
Posted by youngandready16 2 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Lesbian Sex  |  Views: 739  |  

First time with amazing girl!

I don’ know what happened to me that day, I guess I just lost it.
I was slightly sick and slightly angry at the world for all the injustice it seemed to mete out to me on a daily basis and so I just lost my cool.
I was going to get laid. I’d never had sex before but I was going to get laid, without thought or consideration I was going to get laid!

I jumped out of bed around midday showered and called her to tell her I was coming over. Now this was a cool friend of mine who I was just getting to know and I knew she would be home alone. I had taken her out to the drive in once a long time ago and despite myself I spent the night with my hands all over her. I didn’t envision doing that but sitting next to her with her oozing sexiness and innocence (or so I thought) I just could help myself. My hands wondered from rubbing her leg to her stomach to her amazingly full and firm breasts. You know the type of girl who is slender but has amazing breasts like she had modeled for a video game. Yup!

She seemed slightly uncomfortable but then that soon melted away. It was very forward of me and it wasn’t something I would usually do but I was overcome by her sexiness and we were decent friends so I guess her sexiness overcame my usual reserve and I guess she didn’t put up to much of a fight for the same reason. We seemed to enjoy the movie and held hands on the drive back.
As we had been spending time lately we had gotten into some kissing and some more fondling and sometimes I would take her to her bed and we would rub on one another in different positions for fun. I had to be quite as she lived close to relatives and so we couldn’t get freaky. Today was gonna be different.

She opened the door clad only in a towel and quickly retreated back to the bedroom to get changed saying she would only be a minute. I sat for a brief millisecond when the wave of desire that propelled me from home hit me again and I stole into her bedroom uninvited which I would normally never do.

Her towel clung barely to her covering her boobs and her ass showing me only her golden toned back still wet from her shower. I don’t think there was any bl**d going to my brain at that time and certainly no hint of restraint as I came up behind her and gently wrapped myself around her.

The feel of her behind pressing up against my hardness was heavenly, she gasped in surprise and quietly muttered my name in protest but I had already begun to work. My hands massaged her hips and wonderfully flat stomach and worked their way to her breasts. Such amazing boobs I can still see them now just the right size to slightly overflow my hands and firm when cupped. I could see all the protest go out of her.
Trailing finger tips all over her body I kissed the back of her neck, she was all warm from the bath and I felt her getting hotter by the moment. I lay tiny nibbles down her back down to her nice bottom, it was not big but nicely shaped and I sank my teeth into it with a little more emphasis just enough to make her wiggle but not enough to hurt. Much. Lol.

She turns around with the towel still barely clinging and says she was wondering when I would get the courage to go for it and kisses me full on for a moment but then quickly starts to kiss me all over. She kisses my neck which is strange for a guy in that I then discovered I had a super sensitive neck and I jump slightly. She then works her way down my chest kissing my nipples which for me feels like a dull electric shock (how does it feel for ladies?). Her hands go from my chest to my abs and then firmly grabs my butt in her hands as she kneels down before me and starts to tease my cock with her tongue. I go tense all over as I anticipate receiving the first blowjob of my life and the anticipation is almost to much as she continues to tease me mercilessly, flicking and licking.
She then gets up a full mouth of saliva and swallows my head whole in her mouth. Every nerve ending goes off in my cock and I am riding a new wave of pleasure that makes it hard to stand straight and I quiver and rock as she goes to work on my hardness bobbing up and down now with more urgency and f***e. She uses her tongue expertly which seems to be the most arousing aspect of it and I don’t want her to stop at all. I get deep throated and lose all sense of time and location as I drift off into another world.

The next half hour or so of passion is so intense I forget most of it, I just remember being totally lost in the moment and I have flashes of us kissing and stripping down and ending up on her bed and playing around more. At one point I end up on top of her and I decide to go for it and she spreads her legs wide as if knowing what I was thinking. Her pussy has that nice rounded puffy bud shape to it and her lips are nice and tight together. Her patch is neatly trimmed with just enough hair to make finding the entrance an adventure and I lower myself once or twice without success I get my head to the entrance but can’t get in. This is serious teasing she says loudly and eagerly. On the third time she pops open and I start to slide in.

I can’t explain the first time except I remember the soft spongy feel of her lips on my head and how amazingly sweet that feeling is. The way her walls part as I push into her like they wrap around me to accommodate me. The sounds of her moan as she receives me. I pull out and start to push in again to relive that feeling. It feels as though I can see into her vagina the way that my dick is going off at being inside one for the first time. Unfortunately for me, and her I guess, we had played and tugged and sucked so much prior that I start to come when I am halfway into her and I pull out instinctively.

I gush all over her stomach and her breasts and I soak her completely. I had never come so much before and i pump over and over and over again. I think it was all the foreplay. It is an intensely erotic feeling to cover her boobs and stomach in thick sticky come. It’s only after that she tells me that I could have come inside her as it was just after her period. Drat! Next time….;0)
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Posted by purepleasurestick 3 years ago  |  Categories: First Time  |  Views: 689  |  
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Ethereal Muff; First-time with a couple on a remot

She follows me down a winding trail through the fir, cedar and spruce forest to the shoreline of Georgian Bay. Waves gently lap against the shoreline of smooth, multi-colored pebbles, the air is heavy with the sweet scent of the surrounding forest, and the surface of the water is bright with countless tiny reflected beams of the sun as if there is a gigantic disco ball in the sky casting its sparkling radiance across the water to the edge of the horizon. Jennifer, my wife, happily wanders over the smooth stones and feels the water. Watching her joyful, sprite-like movements and peering into the luminous, translucent water as if it is a medium to determine the future, I sense that Jennifer and I are on the verge of something momentous that will either make or break our fracturing relationship.

Whatever form the day assumes, I feel it is to be effervescent with new life and liberating for Jennifer and myself. It is sure to involve this beautiful location on the Bay and the intriguing couple we met last night. If my feelings amount to a daydream, then it is one to aspire to.

Georgian Bay is a short distance by trail from our cottage on Gillies Lake, yet it feels like a world away. The trail weaves for about a half mile through the boreal forest where black-throated green warblers sing, and down a two hundred foot escarpment of limestone, to the shore. The scenic view from the shore, and the peacefulness found here, causes Jennifer and I to suspect we’ve gone through a portal to splendor, serenity and happiness, and are now walking in a dream.

Jennifer and I look into each other’s indigo eyes and smile, for we especially need such an ethereal and beautiful world now. There has been some distance between her and I recently.

Two years into our marriage and we are not spending as much time together as we used to. Our relationship seems more routine than it is passionate and exciting. The magic has dissipated, replaced by complacency and indifference. Even sex, now once a week or less, seems more mechanical than passionate. We reached a plateau in our relationship and need something, a spark perhaps, to take it to a new level.

Jennifer, a slim brunette with beautiful blue eyes, a face like Elizabeth Hurley, a small, five foot four inch, narrow and girlish frame, and average sized yet ample breasts, is attractive at 32 years old. What she may lack in the form of more pronounced curves, which is what I prefer, she makes up for with her fierce ambition and energy.

This ambition makes her at once an object to be both desired and feared. Desired because she is unreservedly passionate when given attention. Feared because her appetite for attention is insatiable and malleable. The knife cuts both ways.

Jennifer will do just about anything, even become another person, in order to obtain the attention she hungers for. One morning as Jennifer and I were looking out the window of our apartment in Arlington, she boiled with envy as an attractive blond walked by in a flashy, designer business outfit. The woman, then strutting through the gate of our apartment complex in high heels, caught my attention because of her attractive bubble shaped ass.

“I’d look like her if I had her clothes” Jennifer seethed.

My wandering eyes betrayed my own insatiable nature when it comes to women. Believing fervently that sex was something I should save for the woman I loved, despite testosterone telling me otherwise, I waited until I was 23 to cum inside a pussy. Yet there I was at 32 with my beguiling, alluring wife at my side, watching the swinging curvaceous ass of another woman walk out the gate.

Jennifer and I are both insatiable, each in our own way.

One of the best ways to mollify our cravings for attention, whatever the sources and substances that allowed us to feel this way, is through aggressive and energetic sex. A few months ago while Jennifer and I spent a long weekend attending a wedding and rehearsal in Atlanta, we barely closed the door of the hotel room before she, resplendent with jewelry, in a one piece thin blue dress that clings to the outline of her body, and with carefully sculpted dark brown hair that took half the morning to prepare, positioned herself on hands and knees on the bed. I eagerly lifted the dress high on her waist, shifted the hot-pink panties down her bare round thighs, and as the panties hung on one of her ankles, slid my bulging cock, dripping with pre-cum, into her wet pussy. Since we had sex a few times already this day, I held her white ass cheeks and waist for longer than usual, working up sweat that dripped from my brow onto the narrowest part of her bare back, before creaming her pulsing sopping pussy and holding it tight on my throbbing, cuming cock. We haven’t had such passionate, energetic sex in a while, and are desperately in need of it.

There have been plenty of opportunities for such sex since our Atlanta trip, yet nothing has triggered the kind of assertive sex that Jennifer and I crave. Instead, it all seems mechanical and passé. Our relationship is suffering because of this. We need something innovative and different that brings us to a new level and that is better and more satisfying than before.

It is like Jennifer and I are stuck looking out our apartment window at the attractive blond strutting by with her bubble ass and fancy clothes. Jennifer wants to be wanted, and I want the blond. Somehow, if we desire our relationship to continue, Jennifer and I both need to get what we want in some form or another.

Arriving at our cottage after two days of travel from Virginia, I am eager to spend some time alone with Jennifer in the surrounding peaceful and serene environment. Distant from the constant distractions and relentless noise of the city, it is easier to think, to understand circumstances, oneself and others, and come to terms with any problems. I hope that in such an environment Jennifer and I may reignite the flame of passion between us and thereby rebuild our relationship.

It is hard enough, however, just finding some time alone with Jennifer. Even though our cottage is on the edge of the wilderness, it seems someone else is always close by or threatening to make an appearance. Inside the cabin obtrusive relatives and thin bedroom walls conspire with prying neighbors outside, to diminish any time Jennifer and I might have alone together.

It becomes clear that if Jennifer and I are to find the peace and stillness we desire, we need to wander farther beyond the cabin and its accompanying neighbors and relatives. We are determined to walk to Georgian Bay the next morning. There we expect to find our serene, undisturbed and beautiful Eden. The only apparent threat to our plans and expected bliss is a seldom used dirt road along Georgian Bay. The road links a tiny village to a remote lighthouse. If Jennifer and I are not discovered by people driving by, we may yet be heard or seen by them as they tumble out of their vehicles, as they often do anywhere along the road, to enjoy the Bayshore. However, on weekdays there is less traffic on the road and tomorrow is Wednesday. Jennifer and I are determined to risk an intimate outdoor tryst.

Late in the afternoon, just after deciding upon our escape route to Georgian Bay, Jennifer and I encounter an intriguing couple as we, and they, walk by the cabins along Gillies Lake.

My eyes are instantly drawn to the woman with straight shoulder length raven hair, a white t-shirt and khaki trail shorts composed of a thin, quick-drying fabric. Her tight fitting t-shirt and shorts cling to her body so that the hourglass outline is clearly visible with nary a fold from neck to legs. The only apparent ridge is in the shape of a camel-toe between her legs. Her bare thighs are round and shapely along with her ass, which taper to a slender back and waist. It is just the way I prefer a woman’s body. I’m definitely an ass-man. Her succulent round large breasts dangle unrestrained by any bra, like ripe fruit. The circles and tips of her nipples are clearly visible in her tight shirt. Flower patterned cotton panties peek into the space of skin between her shorts and shirt. Her legs appear a little wider apart than with most women. One peculiar and endearing feature is her slightly upturned and narrow nose.

As I look into her emerald eyes she straightens her back, slightly thrusting her breasts forward as she does, and slyly smiles, as if encouraging me to look over her breasts and everything else.

I saw the same sly smile as I woke up in the Georgetown University Hospital after ligament surgery on my knee. Nude except for a loose fitting, thin and mostly open hospital gown, I opened my eyes to see the hot young and fit blond anesthesiologist deviously smiling at me. It was just her and I in a big room. One might think that the first thing a patient would do upon waking from surgery is check their body for the damage, yet I can’t forget this woman’s cunning, erotic smile. I did not want to look away. I couldn’t look away. Her look was so seductive and arousing. She seemed partially ashamed and yet fiercely proud of something, and I couldn’t help but think she had been looking at my goods while I was asl**p. It seemed like there was an erotic secret she was keeping that she dared not whisper in my ear. Had I been more sensible in mind and body, I would have asked her what the secret was.

Returning to the boreal forest of Ontario, there is a beautiful and sexy raven haired stranger before me with the same cunning and arousing smile as the Georgetown anesthesiologist. I vow to discover what she is smiling about and make her feelings known. Whatever the cost, I don’t want to fail to take advantage of such an arousing smile again.

The cost of discovering this strange woman’s secret could be significant. My roving eyes alone could cause Jennifer to explode into a jealous rage, as often happens.

Once, with Jennifer at my side in the Assateague Island National Seashore Visitor Center, I complimented an attractive blond, a park employee, who was answering our questions about the park. I merely said “I like your hair” and it triggered a hurricane in Jennifer. She waited to unleash her fury, at least, until we were outside the visitor center. Once there, safely beyond the hearing distance of the woman I complimented, Jennifer raucously prodded me to “go back inside and have sex with her!” Jennifer continued to dress me down as people streamed in and out of the visitor center giving me dirty looks.

“Never say that to a woman” Jennifer scolded me “unless you want to have sex with her!”

At the present time, however, Jennifer is captivated by the man with medium length dry brown hair, slight sideburns and blue eyes. Distracted by him, she either doesn’t notice or care that I’m eyeing his mate. Like myself he has muscular legs, yet his arms are more built up than my own. At about six feet two, he is three inches taller than I am. He is square jawed, clean-shaven, attractive, young and apparently well off. He wears lightweight black shorts and a fancy checker patterned short sleeve shirt. Jennifer is making the same solicitous motions with the man as his mate is with me.

As big as he is, he might be even more of a threat to me than Jennifer, if he should be the jealous type. Yet he likewise is looking Jennifer over, from head to toe, hungrily like a tiger sizing up a meal. Heedless of my stare, he watches her, looking over every inch of her body and pausing to seductively peer into her eyes.

I feel a strange mixture of relief, apprehension and lust. I am a uncomfortable with Jennifer and the strange man staring at each other so full of apparent desire, yet also relieved that I can stare at the woman in the same manner without fear of retribution from either of our mates. As with having sex out in the open, I’m a bit fearful that someone may interrupt at any moment, yet wildly aroused at the opportunity that is unfolding, perhaps because of the riskiness and newness of it all.

The couple, Tanya and Owen, just purchased a fancy new cabin nearby. They look clean, healthy, in-shape, kind and respectable. Their flashy jewelry and recent cottage purchase, betray a certain amount of wealth, stability and discriminating ability. They agree to meet us tonight at a campfire in front of our cabin.

The campfire on the shoreline of Gillies Lake, built with maple logs that I cut, split, hauled and stacked, crackles and glows beneath the stars. Since we are so far from bright city lights, there are innumerable sparkling stars, steadily moving satellites and occasional meteors in the atmosphere above. An arm of the Milky Way galaxy, with its accompanying dark matter, is clearly visible in a wide streak across the sky. It is August 11, near the peak of the Persied meteor shower, and there are many shooting stars. Jennifer sits next to Tanya on the windward side of the campfire, with Owen and I flanking them.

The night is warm by north country standards, the large fire produces steady heat and since it is so late in the summer, there are no mosquitoes, so we all can afford to dress lighter than we otherwise might. In the soft glow of the firelight I admire that Tanya’s thin cotton jogging pants and light sweatshirt seem like they are made to fit her individual form. I’m practically hypnotized by her tantalizing round thighs, robust breasts pressed against the sweatshirt, and the camel-toe mound between her widely spaced legs.

Tanya relishes and gives back the attention I lavish upon her. She returns smiles, looks into my eyes and laughs as I tell stories. As time passes, she rests her hands on my arms or legs any chance she gets. I am free to give and receive attention since Jennifer and Owen are distracted yet again with each other. Like a schoolgirl with a crush, Jennifer laughs at all Owen’s jokes and her eyes follow his movements. They flirt with each other at every opportunity. As the night goes by and Jennifer and Owen come close to one another while going back inside to get a drink or adjusting the logs in the fire, they slightly touch each other as Tanya and I are doing. We find out, to Jennifer’s apparent delight, that Owen is a massage ther****t.

With Tanya nearby, my wife’s evident attraction to Owen doesn’t occupy my thoughts much, nor does the attention that Tanya and I lavish upon each other much bother our spouses. All four of us each have something we desire and that occupies us. Everything is balanced for the moment. Conversations between the four of us flow easily and uninhibited. Alcohol assists the free-flowing talk, yet no one among us is drinking heavily.

Since she was a c***d, Tanya, like me, has been enthralled with this area, the Bruce Peninsula, with its translucent, refreshing waters, mysterious and serene forests, and inherent beauty and peacefulness. On one side of the Bruce Peninsula, which divides Lake Huron from Georgian Bay, there are natural and pristine sandy beaches that extend for many miles. The Georgian Bay side is rocky and wild. As with a lover, Tanya returns to the Bruce Peninsula at every opportunity.

Believing that beauty is better appreciated when it is shared, Tanya and I introduced our respective spouses to the splendor of the Bruce Peninsula. The introductions included, in each case, bringing our spouses to Bruce Peninsula National Park, where limestone cliffs meet Georgian Bay to form natural swimming pools and a mysterious grotto with turquoise light streaming into it from the water below.

In the national park there are moderate sized cliffs that I have been jumping into Georgian Bay from since I was a teenager. The feeling of launching into the air from a height far above the water, and falling for a few seconds, is exhilarating. Tanya loves to jump there too.

Jennifer, despite her usual boldness and eagerness to try something new and exciting, was strangely timid when faced, for the first time, with the prospect of jumping from 50 feet or so, into Georgian Bay. It is rare that Jennifer displays her vulnerable side, as she did when looking into Georgian Bay from above and considering whether or not to jump in. Such a display of helplessness in her, brings out the protective and nurturing side of myself. At such moments, I love her immensely, completely and infinitely, and I will do anything to keep her from harm.

Owen sympathizes with Jennifer and jokes that Tanya f***ed him to jump too.

“Can you believe what that crazy bitch wanted me to do?!” exclaims Owen while simultaneously smiling at his mate and exciting the other three of us to equal passion, for or against cliff jumping.

Tanya and I choose the same side and adamantly defend cliff jumping, while Jennifer and Owen attack it vehemently. All of our arguing is in a good natured way. It feels good to take Tanya’s side so passionately, and with all four of us arguing so ardently. We fervently emphasize our points and emotions by gesturing with our hands, looking deep into each other’s eyes and putting our hands on each other. I become entranced with Tanya’s heaving breasts, the opening and closing of her full, substantial lips, her energy and enthusiasm, her thighs in motion – rotating and spreading before me as if she is dancing, and especially the vivid, bobbing triangle shaped mound between her legs. I enjoy watching Jennifer moving and bouncing in much the same way, and with Owen amorously following her movements. It all feels like foreplay between us. The more passionately we argue, the more aroused we each become.

As the argument dies down, I reveal to Tanya and Owen that Jennifer and I are taking the trail to Georgian Bay tomorrow morning. Amazingly, they have not discovered the trail yet. We encourage them to try it. Tanya gives me another sly, seductive smile, which I relish.

Jennifer continues to argue about the cliff jumping, bringing up the scene from the movie “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” where Mila Kunis encourages Jason Segel to jump from a cliff into the water and he ends up hanging from a vine, dangling over the ledge, screaming like a girl and ultimately falling in unintentionally and helplessly. Recalling the scene, we all laugh.

Jennifer mentions that she likes Jason Segel, despite his belly.

“Yeah” Tanya chimes in “he is charming, attractive, manly and funny, much like Vince Vaughn. I can see why Jennifer Aniston liked Vince.”

They inquire of Owen and myself about actresses that we prefer. I mention Scarlett Johansson, as Scarlett has a curvy, enticing body with breasts and ass tapering to a slender back. I am thinking to myself that Scarlett’s body is a lot like Tanya’s, and hope Tanya is thinking the same thing too.

Owen mentions Hillary Swank and we all express surprise. He defends himself.

“She’s scrappy and spunky, and she has nice lips. Who wouldn’t want to throat fuck her!?”

We all laugh.

As the laughter lessens, I admit I haven’t tried “throat fucking” anyone.

“You never tried throat fucking?!” Owen asks in astonishment “You must, you simply must, it feels so unbelievably good, Tanya is amazing at it!”

Owen becomes conscious of getting ahead of himself and speaking before really thinking about what he is saying. He pauses because he isn’t sure if his audience is ready for what he has to say. He goes back to the subject of Hillary Swank.

“All I have to say is I’d love to see Hillary’s lips wrapped around my cock.”

“We know what you like Owen” Tanya says with a smile “let others say what they like.”

Finding all eyes on her, Tanya mentions how much she loves sex outdoors, and how natural, peaceful and stimulating it is there. A woman after my own heart, I think.

Pleased with the territory that we have ventured in, I echo what Tanya has to say about outdoor sex and add that I like a natural muff “slightly maintained and trimmed, and a balance between what is given to a woman naturally and what she can improve a bit. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

“I like a large cock!”Jennifer chimes in, chastising and slightly embarrassing me for being so wordy.

Owen looks into her eyes and asks “how about more than one?!”

Now it is Jennifer’s turn to be embarrassed. She doesn’t answer Owen. She looks at me with her vulnerable eyes.

With the cat now out of the bag, Owen continues impulsively and excitedly.

“Tanya and I just tried it out. We started a few months ago. It’s amazing. You have to try it. You haven’t?! It’s liberating and exhilarating. It brought our relationship to a new level. We haven’t had better sex. The great thing is that the sex keeps getting better the more we do it.”

Tanya nods and smiles as Owen talks. Jennifer and I look at each other with slightly raised eyebrows.

Owen resumes his plea.

“Having sex with other couples helped Tanya and I become closer. It goes back to a primal human need to experience variety, multiple partners and the immense amount of stimulus that can’t be provided by just one person. We’re wired to have multiple partners, men and women. Women need multiple partners because a single man doesn’t often last as long as she does. Her orgasms can and should continue once she is aroused to have them. The sex is fantastic! Men need other partners because, well you know.”

Owen continues unabashedly in this mode until Tanya interrupts him.

“Don’t shove it down their throats Owen, let them talk it over amongst themselves.”

Yet she adds “The sex IS amazing, and you’d like it.” She looks at both Jennifer and I for emphasis.

The fire crackles, loons call to each other from the distance, and a meteor shoots through the sky in the ensuing silence.

“Make a wish” says Tanya, sweetly.

I close my eyes and envision her sweat pants and panties crumpled at her ankles, her bare round ass-cheeks and wet pussy pumping on my erect cock,.. and even a second shaft for Jennifer.

We are all smiles as Owen and Tanya leave for their cabin. Jennifer locks her eyes on Owen as mine zero in on Tanya’s swaying, round ass in the moonlight.

I want Jennifer and I to go with them, yet believe it is prudent to discuss things alone with my spouse first, especially considering Jennifer’s temper. I wonder if Jennifer is going to stomp my guts out, as she has done so often in the past and like she did at the Assateague Visitor Center, for merely flirting with another woman. Maybe she is just waiting for Tanya and Owen to be out of hearing distance before she sinks her fangs into my neck?

I take a cautious look at Jennifer. She doesn’t look angry, rather she looks pleased, so I venture to ask “would you like being with them Jen?!”

She turns to me, puts her hands on her sides as if she has something stirring to say, smiles and says “let’s do it!”

“You wouldn’t mind him touching you, and (pause) Owen having his cock in your mouth and pussy?!”

“Would you?!”

I think of Jennifer with another man, with Owen, and her taking cock in various ways, and I am strangely aroused. I never thought I would be. Is it because of this particular night that the four of us spent together, the mood I’m in, the openness we enjoyed, the lack of sex I’ve had recently, the particular personalities involved, or everything put together? This and other questions swirl in my mind. Should I be jealous? Should I be more protective of Jennifer? Is that what she wants?

“I’m kind of turned on by it.”


“Yes” I seek to reassure her at the risk of going overboard, because I desire it so much myself “I want to see you with him, I want you to be with him, I’d love to see you taking his cock in various ways, watch him cum in your pussy or cum on you if he feels like it. It makes me want you more. I think it will enliven our relationship. I think he has a gigantic cock and I want to see you on it!”

“Really?” she asks, thrilled.

“Yes, please, let’s do it!”

I’m shocked at what we’re saying. Is this a wild dream?!

“What about Tanya? Do you mind if I fuck Tanya?!”

“Not if I get Owen’s cock!”

Now it is Jennifer’s turn to reassure me that this is truly what she wants.

“I want to see you with your face in Tanya’s wet pussy, her lips wrapped around your cock, you cuming inside her pussy. I think it is hot. I want you to fuck her! I want us to fuck together.”

“Honey, just to hear you talk that way is so erotic. This is just the spark we need Jennifer!”

We kiss beneath the starlit sky, with a whip-por-whil calling in the distance, and the flames of the campfire flickering in the darkness like our rising spirits.

“We’re going to have a big day tomorrow! Oh, we should have agreed to be with them this night! I wonder when they will get up? Let’s go for a hike to Georgian Bay in the morning, get out and about, then go see them!”

The sight of Georgian Bay, now sparkling in the morning sunlight, causes me to feel like I am a world away from cares and concerns that once weighed heavy upon us. Jennifer is wandering along the shoreline picking up pebbles, looking out across the sparkling water. I’m enthralled with her bare, round, athletic thighs and watch her moving along the shore. My cock rises as I think of spending the day with her and Tanya.

We are near the seldom used dirt road. I’m not sure if Jennifer is in the mood for sex now or if she wants to risk getting caught in the act by someone passing by, yet I’m certainly in the mood.

Jennifer notices I’m watching her movements, smiles and moves closer. She straightens her 5 foot 4 inch frame and nervously brushes her medium length brown hair. She is wearing a cotton t-shirt with no bra and black shorts. The outline of her round breasts is visible in her shirt. I watch her bare thighs from different angles and ache to slide my cock between them, into her wet pussy.

Jennifer notices the bulge in my shorts. With no words, she leads me by the hand a little ways into the water, loosens my shorts and tosses them on shore. Revealing my animated cock in the sunlight, Jennifer crouches, throttles my rigid shaft with her lips, and slides me in her mouth. Repeatedly she thrusts my cock into her mouth, from my purple head and down the shaft, both now drenched with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum. Her lips are near my ballsack as my cock slides deep in her throat.

I moan repeatedly with pleasure as I feel her soft lips and throat wrapped around my most sensitive organ, listen to the slurping sounds she is making, and see my shaft disappearing and reappearing from her mouth. “Oh, suck my cock” I urge her on “suck my cock Jennifer!” In the silence and stillness I hear my wife sucking, sighing and slurping, and watch her lips move up and down on my wet shaft as it throbs with pleasure at her touch.

Standing, she strokes me with one hand before eagerly removing her shorts. In her tight pink panties I see the outline of her muff, which wildly arouses me. As she removes her shirt, her round, perky breasts and nipples greet the sunlight. The pink panties move down her round, bare thighs, are tossed on shore and her triangle shaped muff emerges.

With her pale body and the bright creamy colored limestone rocks as a backdrop, the dark muff stands out from her body and the surrounding landscape.

She smiles, bends slightly and slides my wet cock into her mouth again, working it with her tongue and lips, and alternately stroking me with her hand. I moan with pleasure, focusing on her lips wrapped around my shaft and the muff bobbing in the middle of spread legs.

At any moment someone may drive by on the road and see us, yet the slight risk is energizing and exciting. In any case, we should be able to hear a vehicle coming from a good distance away and be able to move out of sight if needed.

I moan with delight as Jennifer repeatedly sucks and strokes me, wrapping her beautiful Welsh and sprite-like face and lips around my purple head below, and sucking the wet shaft up to my balls. As gentle waves lap against our bare thighs, I plead for her pussy. We haven’t had sex in more than a week and my cock is aching to be in her. She eagerly sucks my cock as our spirits rise for the energetic outdoor sex that is to come.

Jennifer turns to the shore and wild forest, in the same direction I’m facing. With the sun at our backs, I run my fingers through her hair, massage her shoulders and arms, gently kiss her lips while leaning over her right shoulder, hold her in my arms and reach around to her muff with my hands. I massage the outside of her pussy and move my wet cock along her sensitive inner thighs as I do.

With our feet in the refreshingly cool water and upon a smooth white limestone ridge, she tilts her head back and moans as I massage her increasingly soaked pussy and clit.

I ask if she is ready for me and she bends slightly so her pussy is the same level as my cock. I feel her sun-warmed thighs with my hands and with my most sensitive body member, look into her indigo eyes and feel her white ass. Putting a hand between her legs, she slides my hard, wet cock to the lips of her sopping pussy. we moan together with delight as the purple head of my cock glides into her pussy, followed by the shaft, up to my balls.

Standing on smooth limestone with our feet immersed in Georgian Bay and our bare skin absorbing the sunlight, I glide my thick wet cock repeatedly between her wet pussy lips. The sound of the gentle lapping waves resembles that of my thighs slapping the back of her ass-cheeks, as my large wet cock repeatedly merges with her wet pussy. Increasingly the slapping and moaning gets louder, and the tempo quickens.

I clench her waist and one of her bright white ass cheeks as we fuck, to better direct the thrusts of my cock in her wet pussy. She stands slightly higher on a rock below and lifts her ass in the air, adjusting it so my pumping shaft is the same level as her soft, wet pussy. Our pre-cum lightly runs down her thighs into the clean, clear water of Georgian Bay.

As we begin energetically fucking together, I hold both of her ass cheeks to stop her body as it moves forward with my thrusting, keeping her ass at the point where the head of my cock almost emerges from her wet pussy lips. Jennifer’s entire muff, along with my merging balls and shaft, are soaked with our combined pre-cum. With jiggling breasts and her mouth open wide, I furiously glide my cock in her pussy.

“fuck me, fuck my pussy!”

Her pussy, famished after so long without sex, begins to throb with my cock.

“Cum for me Jen, cum on my cock!”

In the sunlight and translucent water I clench Jennifer’s ass and keep her throbbing pussy merged with my cuming cock. After going so long without sex, my shaft throbs and spurts with waves of cum in Jennifer’s silky soft pussy. I feel her pussy pulse on my cock as her body slightly goes limp and trembles.

Our combined cum, building from more than a week without sex, flows from her creamed pussy. We are as one with the waves, sunlight and forest.

In the crystal clear water of Georgian Bay we wash our nude bodies and kiss. I run my fingers through her tawny hair and tell her that she is beautiful. I feel and admire her thighs, round ass, breasts and muff.

After being so long out of the sun, my ass looks whiter than the smooth, bright rocks along Georgian Bay and we both laugh at this. Relaxed from the refreshing swim and sex, we sit together on the smooth, bright sun-warmed limestone, which feels wonderful on our bare skin.

We both spread our legs, enjoying the sensation of sunlight on body parts that rarely see it.

I confess to Jennifer that this is some of the best sex that we’ve shared together.

“Better than throat fucking Tanya?” Jennifer inquires.

“Just about” I respond, laughing.

“You know, I’ll swallow your cum if you’d like.”

My cock rises as she speaks these words. Jennifer notices, smiles, inches closer, kisses me and strokes my hardening cock. She continues stroking until it is fully erect.

“You want to throat fuck me don’t you?!” she teases me while continuing to play with my fully hardened cock.

“I do, oh yes!”

She spits on her hands, rubs the saliva over my fully erect baton, leans forward, throttles me with her lips and runs them down most of my length. As she grips and strokes just above my sack, she works my head and upper shaft with her lips.

She pauses and I stand and straddle her with my erection close to her pretty face. I run a hand through her hair and gently hold her chin up with the other. She looks up at me with deep blue eyes, smiles and opens her mouth wide. I brace the back of her head, she strokes me and gently directs my purple helmet in her gaping mouth.

Jennifer wraps her lips around my wet shaft as I slowly glide it between her ruby lips and deeper into her mouth. I move much of my length back and forth between her soft lips before gently yet firmly holding her head and leisurely sliding my entire length to the back of her soft throat. I moan with pleasure as her lips almost reach my balls. At first she struggles a little to maintain her composure, yet soon gets the hang of it and takes my shaft deep in her throat. Sometimes she holds her lips near my ballsack until gulping for air. As she does, pre-cum strings from my purple head to her lips.

Energetically throat fucking my wife for the first time, with my hands on the sides of her head, her lips wrapped around my thrusting wet shaft, her bare breasts jiggling in motion with my repeated thrusts, her legs spread wide and dark muff tantalizingly bobbing between them, it is a while before we realize someone is watching us.

Alert for the sound of approaching machinery, we missed the sound of footsteps.

“Whoa!” I say, as my cock pops out of Jennifer’s mouth. She attempts to cover her muff with a hand as I attempt to do the same with my cock.

Tanya and Owen are almost as shocked as we are.

Owen breaks the silence first.

“I told you throat fucking felt good. You two didn’t waste any time about it did you?!”

We all relax a little.

After a moment of awkward silence Owen, sensing another opportunity, makes an inquiry.

“Did you give any thought to what we talked about last night?”

“We liked it, we liked it a lot, we like you both a lot” I stammer, still a bit shocked at their appearance.

Perhaps our bodies were communicating better than my mouth, for we were all, quite involuntarily, coming closer together.

As Owen looks up and down over Jennifer’s small, naked frame, cute face, bright indigo eyes, athletic thighs, ample breasts and dark triangle shaped muff, a big bulge appears in his shorts.

Jennifer, staring at the humongous bulge growing in Owen’s shorts, licks her lips.

Tanya, in khaki hiking shorts and t-shirt, smiles in the sunlight as she peers at my hardened shaft, only recently removed from Jennifer’s mouth. I’m mesmerized by Tanya’s enormous round breasts as they, due to her excitement, heave up and down beneath a thin layer of cloth.

The four of us amorously look over each other’s bodies, pondering what to do next.

It is Owen again who speaks first.

“You know” he tells me “it is much nicer for her, as she’s sucking your cock, to have someone paying attention to her. She’ll do a much better job with your cock when she’s properly motivated and prepared. Why don’t you both lie down and I’ll show you what I mean.”

Jennifer and I look at each other and smile. Owen glances at Tanya, who nods in approval.

Complying with Owen’s request, I choose a flat, smooth and slightly sloped stone near to Jennifer, and lay on my back with my erect cock facing my nude wife. Tanya and Owen, still clothed, move next to us.

As Owen approaches, Jennifer turns her head and follows him with her eyes. Owen positions himself behind my wife’s nude form. He kneels so he is almost touching Jennifer, looks into her eyes for a moment, runs one hand through her hair, and begins to massage her shoulders. Soon he is conjuring his masseuse magic and Jennifer begins to purr at his touch. She relaxes, closes her eyes, leans back and sighs. She spreads her legs so her dark muff is fully exposed in the sunlight, purring all the while.

Tanya, taking a seat on a rock beside myself and Jennifer - so close that the three of us are almost touching, fixes her eyes on my hard cock and smiles. As she returns her gaze to my face, I lean forward and gently touch her upper arm. Our eyes lock and she continues smiling, letting me know it is alright to continue. I massage her bare arms and shoulders, watching her luscious breasts rise and fall with each breath. As we kiss I reach my hands underneath Tanya’s shirt and work her bare back, massaging as I go.

My wife, nude before me with a strange man rubbing her bare back, continues to purr. Contrary to what a husband might be expected to think, the sight is extremely arousing. I do not feel jealousy because; A) I am sharing the experience with Jennifer, B) She is turned on and I like watching her when she is, C) I get to see her experiencing pleasure from different angles than if we were alone together, and D) the stranger’s buxom, big breasted, raven haired wife is alternately kissing me and hungrily eying my erect cock.

Tanya’s large round breasts come into view as I take off her shirt. I continue to massage her back as she softly moans in delight. My massaging hands move to her lower legs and curvy thighs. I kiss the outside, then the inside of her thighs and unzip her shorts, revealing pink cotton panties with daisies imprinted on them and a slightly damp and dark mound. Tanya shifts her shorts down and takes off her panties to reveal a beautiful dark, triangle shaped muff. I slide one hand over her pussy, gently massaging the outside.

Jennifer’s nipples grow hard and erect as Owen works his way from her shoulders down her bare back. His muscular arms ease the muscles in the small of her back. Jennifer spreads her legs wide as Owen kisses her neck and massages her thighs and ass cheeks. As their lips lock, Owen moves his hands near Jennifer’s pussy, slowly working her groin muscles until he cups one hand over her pussy and strokes the outside of her hood between his fingers.

With my erect cock before them, I intently watch my wife’s wet pussy as it is stroked. Jennifer leans back and reaches for Owen yet, since her back is to him, she is not in a position to do anything for him. Instead she leans forward, looks up at me, holds my cock and strokes it. She begins sucking it hungrily, greedily and vivaciously.

Tanya leans forward and runs a hand through Jennifer’s hair. I stroke Tanya’s wet pussy.

Owen watches the back of Jennifer’s head bob up and down on my shaft. As Jennifer leans forward on her knees, sucking and stroking me, Owen holds her bright white ass cheeks with both hands and admires her pussy. He takes off his shirt, loosens his shorts and pulls them down along with red silk briefs which are moist with pre-cum, to reveal a massive, thick, erect cock. Jennifer, while holding my wet shaft in one hand, turns her head to watch as Owen reveals his erection. She appears very pleased as she returns to sucking me.

I turn and bury my face in Tanya’s pussy. She spreads her legs, leans back and moans.

Owen alternately strokes his thick, long cock, bringing it up to full length, and massages Jennifer’s pussy. As my wife’s head bobs on my cock and it disappears and reappears in her mouth, her ass and thighs brush Owen’s cock.

“Are you ready for me, honey?!” he asks graciously.

“Yes!” answers Jennifer.

With Jen’s hand guiding his massive wet shaft between the lips of her pussy, Owen squeezes her ass cheeks as he enters her and moans.

“Oooaaah, oh!”

Jennifer rocks back and forth with the repeated thrusting and reversing of Owen’s massive cock inside her. Jennifer alternately sucks my cock and lifts up her head, with mouth open wide, and moans loudly. She braces herself on my body as Owen’s thrusts propel her forward. The sound of their thighs slapping together and the scent of their pre-cum in the air, drives all of us wild with lust.

As I eat her pussy, Tanya leans forward and helps stroke and position my shaft in Jennifer’s mouth.

Owen goads Jennifer to suck my cock and offers her a reward in the form of his fat, wet cock sliding into her pussy. Jennifer sucks my cock with much vigor, energized by the pumping wet cock behind her. The more Owen works my wife’s pussy, the better she services me. At the campfire last night he predicted this would happen. If I didn’t just have sex a short while ago, I would have cum all over Jennifer’s face by now.

Tanya and I pause as we see, feel and hear Jennifer on the brink of cuming. Both Tanya and I hold her and run our hands through her hair as she slides and pumps wildly on Owen’s massive cock, her bare ass repetitively slapping against his upper thighs. He holds both her ass cheeks and slides his shaft deeply and rhythmically into her pussy. Jennifer’s breasts rock back and forth as Owen’s colossal cock unrelentingly slides into her wet, soft pussy.

The sight and sound of Jennifer’s pussy being fucked, drives me wild with pleasure.

In the wilderness and unrestrained by societal constraints that often frown upon a woman having a loud orgasm, Jennifer shouts to her heart’s content as she takes Owen’s cock.

With her mouth wide open, her ass cheeks flattened on Owen’s groin and chest, his muscular arms pressing her cunt on his cock, and Tanya and I petting and holding her, Jennifer trembles, shouts and clenches Owen’s wet cock with her pussy, cuming in spasms of pleasure.

Owen, on the verge of releasing his sperm in my wife’s pussy, keeps his immense shaft in Jennifer’s muff, but doesn’t cum. He wants to cum on her.

Tanya brushes back her raven hair and thrusts my cock, from the purple sensitive head down nearly to the sack, in her mouth. She gurgles with my cock deep in her throat, and her cheeks bulge with the outline of my cock as she works it in her mouth. Sometimes she pauses and with pre-cum stringing from her lips to the tip of my cock, she strokes me with her hands. I moan with pleasure. As she strokes and sucks me in the sunlight I watch her jostling breasts and her enticing bare muff between her slightly spread legs.

Jennifer, meanwhile, holds Owen’s shaft with one hand, just above his balls, and tenderly sucks on his sensitive purple head. She slowly makes her way down his length, lubricating with a mixture of his pre-cum and her saliva as she goes. When not sucking him, she strokes him. He moans with pleasure.

Resting her bare ass on a flat boulder that is level with my waist, Tanya spreads her legs as I move in between them. Her stiff, round breasts heave up and down in excitement and anticipation as I massage her thighs, suck and fondle her nipples, and work my way to her groin with my lips and tongue.

With Tanya’s muff just inches away from my tongue, I listen to the slurping sound of my wife sucking another man’s cock a few feet beyond.

Jennifer is on her knees, alternately putting Owen’s cock in her mouth and stroking it. He slides his length as far as possible into her soft mouth, and she gurgles slightly as he reaches her throat. She works his cock, which is trembling with pleasure, with lips and tongue and strokes it until it is throbbing and about to cum. She pauses and lets the passion subside a little before again bringing his gigantic cock, drenched with pre-cum and saliva, right to the brink of cuming. With his balls on the verge of spewing their load of pearly cum all over my wife’s pretty face, Owen refuses to let her turn away again. He firmly holds Jennifer’s chin with one hand and with the other furiously strokes himself. His purple, cream-coated, trembling shaft hovers near Jennifer’s lips and flops on them as he jerks off.

My wife doesn’t resist. She waits patiently with her ruby lips and open mouth tantalizingly close to the flailing, wet shaft Owen is wildly stroking. He moans loudly and irrepressibly, about to splurge pearly cum on Jennifer’s face. Upon determinedly gripping and squeezing his colossal cock, it throbs, spews and repeatedly sends streamers of white cum all over Jennifer’s pretty face, upon her neck and bare breasts, and into her hair and waiting mouth.

Before the white spew subsides completely and while his cock is still convulsing in undulations of pleasure, my wife tenderly swallows the top of his still-trembling shaft. Owen shouts with unrestrained pleasure and energy.

A stranger’s cum dribbles down my wife’s face, neck and breasts, and drips from her lips as she works, with hands and mouth, his gigantic, quivering, purple cock. I am wild with lust and pleasure upon seeing my wife’s attractive face frosted with another man’s cum and her lips with a massive, trembling and creamy cock inside them.

Tanya too is aroused by watching a strange and beautiful woman working her husband’s cock with her pussy and head, and watching him spew his cum upon and into her bare body. Tanya gently pushes my head towards her muff and squirms in anticipation of pleasurable contact. My tongue lashes into her wet pussy and I taste her.

As I work Tanya’s wet hood and clit with my fingers and lapping tongue, Jennifer and Owen move to our side to coax and assist us in the upcoming action, as Tanya and I assisted them. Their groins are drenched in, and redolent of, combined cum. Jennifer runs a hand through Tanya’s dark hair and with the other helps prop up one of her round, bare thighs. Owen firmly clasps one of Tanya’s ankles, holding her leg up, and massages her substantial round breasts. This seems to be one of her erogenous zones. With all three of us massaging, kissing, petting, holding and coaxing her, Tanya moans and purrs. I continue to stir her pussy with tongue and fingers as my hefty, fully erect cock throbs in anticipation of entering her.

Tanya pleads for me to come into her. Rising with my lips swathed in her juice, she guides my eager cock into her snatch. As I grab an ass cheek and thigh, and slide my shaft into her wet, silky pussy, we both moan. My length repeatedly disappears between the wet lips of her pussy, then emerges again up to its purple head. My balls jiggle as they slide back and forth before her soaking muff.

With a hand on one of Tanya’s ass cheeks and the other on her waist so that I can better direct my cock into her, I rhythmically slide my cock in Tanya’s wet pussy. Her large breasts move as I fuck her, she impulsively moans and shouts in pleasure, and my moist shaft vanishes up to my balls in her snatch. Our combined pre-cum drenches cock, balls and muff, and drips down Tanya’s inner thighs.

“Fuck me, oh yes, fuck my pussy!”

With each thrust of my cock in her muff, Tanya’s substantial breasts jostle and jiggle.

Jennifer and Owen enviously watch my creamy cock pumping and gliding in Tanya’s wet muff. As much as I enjoyed watching Owen slide and plunge his gigantic cock in my wife’s pussy, and spew cum on her face, it is even more satisfying to fuck another man’s wife in front of him AND my wife. Further, they are encouraging and assisting us as we grind, sweat, moan and, in Tanya’s case, shout.

“Fuck me, oh fuck me!”

The more Jennifer and Owen massage, encourage and pet Tanya, the wetter she becomes. Owen props one of Tanya’s legs up, massages her firm breasts and nipples, and slowly moves his hardening cock to her mouth. Tanya gingerly sucks him when convenient, as she receives an additional cock in her wet snatch. Jennifer supports Tanya’s other leg and slowly moves her fingers to Tanya’s engorged mound.

We all work in tandem with each other. When Tanya pauses, I pause too. Tanya then sucks Owen’s cock and lets Jennifer rub her clit. Until Tanya is ready for my cock again, I lightly kiss her open thighs or massage the outside of her pussy. I’m rewarded with a wetter pussy, and louder and more delighted moans and sighs. I do my best to not cum until she is ready.

Tanya flexes the tendons in her thighs as my cock slides in and out of her wet muff. Pre-cum dribbles from her pussy and glistens in the sunlight. There is a rhythmic slapping sound as Tanya’s round white ass cheeks meet my muscular thighs. Before my face are Tanya’s jostling breasts and my pulsing, fat cock is immersed in her sodden muff.

“Oh yes, oooohhhhh yes, fuck my pussy!”

I feel her whole body rise and begin to tremble. In bursts of cum my cock throbs in Tanya’s silky, pulsing pussy. Tanya’s pussy and my cock pulsate together. I hold her ass-cheeks tight and press her cuming pussy on my cuming cock. Drenched pussy and cock combine together with mingled cum.

“Yeah, ooooahhhh” I moan “what a pussy!”

I press Tanya’s pulsing, creamed muff on my wet shaft by holding her perfect round bubble-ass as she squirms in pleasure. My entire cock and balls are soaked in our mingled cum.

Flanked by my quick to anger spouse on one side and Tanya’s muscular husband on the other, I just spewed a load of cum in her muff. I run my hands over her curved breasts, thighs and stomach, and she runs her hands through my hair. Owen and Jennifer massage her arms and thighs.

“I thought you’d like it” Owen remarks with a smile.

Jennifer and Owen are first into Georgian Bay. Tanya and I release our embrace and join them. It is mid-August and the clear, clean water of the Bay is as warm as it gets.

The Bay is calm, though mild, successive waves still faintly lap against the limestone shoreline. In places the waves smack upon firm stone, reminding me of thighs slapping upon ass-cheeks.

There are only a few tiny communities in the Bruce Peninsula. Because we are surrounded by wilderness, for the most part, and Georgian Bay is broad, chilled and deep, the water is fresh, unpolluted and free of plants and their debris. Underwater in Georgian Bay, with its translucent water, I can see for quite a distance.

I watch Tanya and Jennifer under the surface of the Bay. Their nude bodies are slightly blurry and seem weightless as they swim. I admire their dark muffs in the water and the way their legs spread as they kick. Their pussies drift in the water like clouds in the sky.

Above water Tanya and Jennifer smile and splash like colorful songbirds taking a bath. When their breasts and muffs become visible above the water, my cock bulges and grows.

I tell Jennifer that I really enjoyed watching her sucking and receiving cock, furiously fucking from different angles, and experiencing such pleasure while enthralled with another man. She laughs and tells me that she enjoyed receiving it.

Tanya and Owen smile and have a similar discussion nearby.

Tanya stands on a rock with her bush and round thighs out of the water. Fixing her hair, she puts her arms behind her head and, as she does so, her huge breasts rise and jiggle. She looks at me and smiles as I am aroused.

As the four of us emerge from the Bay, I am mesmerized by Tanya’s white bubble ass swaying with the steps she takes. She, turning to notice my fully erect cock, approaches me, crouches down, smiles and begins sucking and stroking me.

As I moan with pleasure, Jennifer and Owen come over. Jennifer crouches beside Tanya and waits for her turn. Once Tanya pauses, Jennifer swallows and fondles my cock in her place. I moan with ecstasy and urge them on. They take turns caressing me, slurping as my cock slides between their lips. Pre-cum strings from their lips as they trade my cock back and forth between them. They begin to improvise. Tanya strokes my cock while positioning the purple sensitive cap in Jennifer’s mouth.

Owen, waiting patiently, strokes himself to an erection nearby. Jennifer turns to suck him, then gently pushes him back so that he lies with his back on a smooth boulder.

Tanya motions for me to lie down. When I do, she crawls on top of me. I grab her waist with my hands as she, smiling, positions my cock in her pussy lips. She hovers there with just the wet, purple head of my cock past the lips of her pussy. She is warm, soft and wet. She opens her thighs wide and cowgirls me. I moan in ecstasy.

Jennifer is on all fours on top of Owen. His moist cock repeatedly disappears in her mouth up to his balls. As she jerks and slurps, ribbons of shiny pre-cum string from her lips to his pulsing cock. He eagerly eats her muff and she, with his shaft in her mouth, purrs with pleasure.

Tanya slides her pussy on my cock. Her round breasts flop around as her dark cunt repeatedly smothers my shaft. Admiring the strong tendons in the round upper thighs, legs spread wide with dark muff in between, and the lips wrapped and moving on my shaft, and listening to Tanya and Jennifer moaning, drives me wild with lust.

Tanya turns to a reverse cowgirl and guides my purple cock, wet with our combined pre-cum, back into her muff. Her round, bright white ass-cheeks and wet pussy lips furiously pump on my shaft. I spank her ass, making her ass-cheeks momentarily pink. This increases their movement and heightens the intensity and velocity of her moaning.

“Move your pussy on my cock (spank), work that pussy!”

My wife, held in the air by Owen’s muscular arms, faces him with her legs wrapped around him. Her white ass moves up and down on his gigantic, thick, pulsing cock. He clutches her upper thighs as he fucks her. Practically beneath them, Tanya and I hear and see Owen’s cock sliding into Jennifer’s pussy. Her ass cheeks wildly glide up and down on his thrusting wet shaft, which repeatedly vanishes into her pussy and reappears again.

Owen’s wife slides up and down on me as I clench a thigh and ass cheek, better directing our thrusts yet careful not to interfere with the rhythm. I am aroused with the sight of her bubble ass working up and down like a pump on my cock, legs spread wide, round thighs and creamy cock-filled cunt between. I clench her narrow waist, pleased in feeling the warm, wet pussy upon me. Our shiny, slippery pre-cum mixes together, drenching my smothered cock below.

The view from beneath Jennifer and Owen, with his cock repeatedly submerging into her pussy and reappearing again, is different, fascinating and extremely arousing. A man doesn’t often get to see his wife’s pussy being driven by a cock from such an angle, nor, for that matter, by the cock of a stranger.

With Jennifer being held in the air, it is like I am watching her muff floating in the water again, only this time that muff is filled by another man’s titanic purple pumping cock.

Tanya and I pause to watch Jennifer and Owen who are furiously fucking nearby. They look and sound like they are close to climaxing. Tanya leans back and I stroke her clit and look over her shoulder at her rising and falling firm breasts with nipples turned skyward in the sunlight. My shaft is rooted in her pussy and drenched, along with my balls, with our mixed cum. In this manner, we watch our spouses at their peak.

Jennifer’s small frame fits easily in Owen’s muscular arms. He grips her upper thighs as she maintains a loose grasp on his shoulders. He directs her, with spread legs, on his cock like a doll.

“yeah” moans Jennifer with each thrust of Owen’s gigantic wet cock “yeah, yeah, yeah!”

Using Jennifer’s thighs, Owen presses my wife’s pussy hard on his wet shaft which trembles in convulsive pleasure. Undulations of delight radiate out from the fusion of cock and pussy. The lower shaft and balls of his massive and thick purple cock vibrate along with Jennifer’s pussy. Cum drips down her round thighs and ass cheeks.

“Yeah, cum in my pussy, yeah, yeah, cum, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

Owen holds her tight on his spurting cock as Jennifer squirms, her pussy quivering at the height of pleasure and arousal. Their joyful cries reverberate off the nearby cliff.

Owen cums in bursts in Jennifer’s soft, wet, trembling pussy. Her body wriggles, yet her pussy is pressed on his massive cuming cock. His balls quiver as they release their load. Jennifer squirms in ecstasy, cums in waves, her mouth wide open, her wet white ass-cheeks vibrating in his hands, her whole body trembling, and cum dripping from her pulsing, wet pussy.

Extremely aroused at the sight and sound of our spouses sharing an orgasm, Tanya and I are anxious to get going again. At a slight touch to her bare back, Tanya moves forward so she is on all fours. I firmly grip her round ass-cheeks below her tapered waist and slide my full length repeatedly and furiously in her wet muff, doggie style. There is nothing more sexually charging on a woman than her heart shaped ass narrowing to a slender waist, and my cock plunges into the wetness beneath this most pleasing sight.

Tanya energetically moves her sopping muff on my shaft with a bright sheen of pre-cum glistening in the sunlight upon it. I grip her ass cheeks, occasionally releasing a hand to spank her. As the repeated thrusts of my cock shift her forward, Tanya braces herself on a boulder.

There is little danger of pre-ejaculation now. Having cum twice in a short period of time, my stamina increases as I work to cum a third time. I can last with Tanya’s pussy the way I persisted with Jennifer’s in the Atlanta hotel room. As I furiously fuck her, Tanya’s muff just gets wetter.

“Cum with my cock Tanya (spank), cum with me!”

“Fuck me, fuck me, oh, fuck me!”

As her pussy begins to throb, I hold my cock in her muff and press her round white ass firmly upon me. I feel her pussy pulse on my cock and her ass cheeks and legs tremble. She squirms in pleasure as I hold her close and spurt cum in her soft, wet, silky pussy.

There is no word for husband or wife among us now, only friend.

As Owen and I share some water, just as we shared the pussies of our mates, Jennifer and I plan a future visit to our new friends in Toronto. We will play our fantasies out. For one, Tanya will star as the sly and naughty anesthesiologist I encountered in Georgetown, and Owen and Jennifer will act as intruding doctors, discovering us in the midst of having our way with each other, and ultimately joining in.

Jennifer and I surely moved a step closer in our pursuit of mutual happiness and bliss.

All four of us listen to the mysterious and eerie calls of loons in the distance and feel the warm sunlight, soothing breeze and glacier smoothened limestone on our bare, cum-drenched bodies.
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My First Time With a Guy - True Story

First time was about five years ago. I had always been attracted to women and dated women. Love a hot redhead with some freckles...If only the Little Mermaid was real. At some point I decided to watching some gay, tranny and bi porn online out of curiosity. I have always appreciated a good looking and well built guy, but never in a gay way. More out of a want to work out more. One day I had been watching some porn, a little of everything and decided to meet up with a guy. I figured you only live once and you don't know until you try it. A few weeks later I got up the courage to post on craigslist. Got a number of replies, but didn't have the courage to actually meet someone yet. Did it again about a week later and found a guy who had also never done anything with a guy. I invited him over since it was his first time and not interested in anal. I was so nervous and wondered if I should even open the door. We talked a little...Very awkward conversation.

I put on some amateur bi mmf porn from. I knew he was interested in this too. We were sitting on the coach next to each other with legs touching. After a few minutes I began to rub my cock through my jeans. He soon did the same. We were now both rubbing our cocks and watching the movie (and watching each other too). The sexual tension was building between the porn, rubbing and the touch of our legs. I then took the next step by unzipping, took my cock out and began to rub it.

The porn was pretty hot at this point. It was a full length, over an hour clip of bi and young mmf, think there was also a bi mmff scene. He then took his cock out and began to jerk it. We were now both masturbating sitting next to each other with our jeans still on. I was pretty hot at this point because it reminded me of an experience I had with a woman. I was behind this girl kissing her neck. I had already taken her top off and was playing with her tits. I unzipped her jeans, but left them on. I put my hand in and started playing with her pussy and clit. Between the kissing of the neck, ears and occasional french kiss, my hard cock (still in my jeans) sitting along the crack of her ass (also still in jeans), one hand playing with her tits and roaming around her stomach and the other hand playing with her pussy...she had a huge orgasm.

So back to the first time with the guy. We had not touched each others cocks yet, but the tension was building. We were both playing with our dicks with jeans still one. Since I had made the first moves up to this point I think he decided to go first this time. He lifted his leg over mine and straddled me. We were now looking at each other, staring into each others eyes for a moment. There was a sexual need in his eyes, but there was a little fear too. He then went in for the kiss and we started to make out. The touch of a guy’s lips sent a shock wave down to my cock. I’m sure some pre-cum leaked out from the shock wave. It began as just a kiss until it turned more passionate. He slightly bit my lower lip and I did the same to him. Our tongues met in a glorious union. There was a need to get further and further into each others mouth. It was like a teenage makeout session with tonsil hockey. I have always loved to kiss and woman and now I've experienced it with a guy and it was just as good. I will admit that I have sometimes enjoyed the kissing and touching more than the sex itself.

Our cocks were rubbing together while making out. The feel of another cock on mine while kissing almost made me cum. What a feeling! This went on for awhile until it was time to move on. We took each others shirts off and he went for my nipples. My nipples could have cut glass at this point. He began to lick my nipple like an ice cream cone and lightly sucked it. A playful bit almost sent me over the edge again. I'm surprised I didn't come at this point. He went over to the other nipple and did the same. After a few minutes of nipple play he began to make a trail south with his lips and tongue. He reached my belly button and swirled his tongue around. The nerve endings in my belly button must have been connected straight to my cock as more pre-cum dripped out. The pre-cum was getting wiped away on the bottom of his chin and my cock was rubbing against the outside of his throat as he licked my belly button. I knew that my cock would soon be in that throat.

He then went north again and we began to kiss again. I wanted to see if my pre-cum was still on his chin. I began to lick his chin and I could taste my pre-cum. Thankfully he was shaven. Once it was all gone I traced a line up his jaw line with my tongue until I reached his ear. I lightly bit his lower ear and gave it a little suck. I went down his neck to see if the same erogenous zones that a woman has on the neck work with a guy. I kissed, sucked and licked his neck. His moaning proved that men have the same erogenous zones. I then made my way around his neck and upper chest to his other ear. Didn't want it to be left out.

I then went to his nipple. I began by tracing circles around the edge with my tongue. I then flicked the tip of his nipple. I think he was about to cum from this. No more teasing and I sucked his nipple. Did this for a minute or so and moved over to the other side and did the same.

He then stopped me, lifted up my head and kissed me. He broke off the kiss and got on the floor, pulled my jeans and underwear off and went down on my cock. His mouth enveloped my cock. I could feel his tongue swirling around the head. He bobbed up and down for a bit. I didn't want him to tack my cock out of his mouth, but he went down to my balls and licked and sucked each one. He licked up my cock like it was a popsicle.

He did this for a little bit, but I wasn't going to last long as I was looking down at a guy sucking my cock. I was close to coming and didn't want to yet, so I reluctantly moved him off my cock. He still had his jeans on with his hard cock handing out of the open zipper. I stood up and took hold of his cock and gave it a few strokes before reaching for the waistband of his jeans and underwear and pulled them down together. His cock was about 6 and a half inches, maybe seven.

I had him sit on the couch and I straddled him. We began to makeout again. I reached down and grabbed our cocks together and began to stroke them. It was hot having our cocks touching and stroking them together as if they were one. I broke off the kiss because I wanted to look down and see our cocks together. I continued to stroke them together. He then took over and wrapped his hand around our cock. I wanted to cum, but also didn't want to. I told him I wanted to cum all over both our cocks. He said he was close too. Maybe just a minute later I came with a vengeance. My cock shot all over both our chests and cocks. One of the biggest cum shots I have ever had. My cum was now lubricating our cocks as he continued to stock our cock. I think the feel of my cum lubricating his cock sent him over the edge and he came like a gusher.

We wiped some of it off as we went to my bedroom. It was time for me to suck him off. I wondered how long it would take him to get hard again. I began to lick and suck his cock. Some of our cum was still there. I could taste his cum and my cum. Not bad. I had tasted my own cum before. I sucked on his balls as his cock began to grow again. I could feel it grown across my check. I made a trail from his balls to his head following the vain. I licked around the bottom of his head. He was almost hard again. My tongue played with the top of his head and around the hole. I went down on him. It was my first time, so I didn't really know what I was doing. I just tried to think about what I like from a woman. I used my tongue and lips.

After a few minutes I stopped sucking and licked my fingers. I then started to lick his cock again and moved my fingers around his ass hole. I used my middle finger to touch is hole. I gave it is little pressure and slowly inserted my middle finger in his ass. As my finger played with his hole I continued to lick, suck and jack his cock. My finger explored his insides and it searched out for those spots that made him squirm. I stopped sucking his cock so that I could watch his face a reactions. I inserted another finger. My middle two fingers were now in his ass. With my fingers in his ass I began to jack him off and he soon came all over his chest.

Now it was my turn. We kissed for a little bit until he made his way down to my cock. He sucked it for a little before he licked his fingers. I had stuck my own finger in my ass, so I had an idea of what it would feel like. His finger slowly entered my hole. WOW! His finger moved around a little until he stuck another one in. This hurt slightly, but it was more pressure than pain. WOW again! At this point I don’t really remember what it felt like as I was gone into another land. I came for the second time with his fingers in my ass.

We went back to kissing and it was sensual. Not as lustful as earlier in the night. I was hoping that we both could come one more time. We just kissed and caressed for awhile until we were both hard. We began to jack off. He came on my chest and I came on his within a few minutes. Neither had much left at this point. We then began to kiss each other again as our cum covered chests rubbed against the others.

We both knew the night was over at this point. We then ended our night as he went to the bathroom to take a shower and clean up. Not sure why I didn't join him. He left and I never saw him again.
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A high school senior's first time with his ma

My senior year was nearly half over and so far, it had been pretty fantastic. I turned 18 before anyone else in my class and maybe that gave me the edge as I earned the starting quarterback position two years in a row. We made it to the state finals where we lost a very close, hard-fought game. In October, I was named homecoming king and was dating the most popular girl in school when I received a writing assignment that would change my life for the next two years.

It was the day before Thanksgiving break when my English teacher assigned us a ten-page paper on the theme of who we would most like to meet and why. I was sure most of my classmates would write about meeting the president or a famous athlete or movie star but not me. I'd had crushes on teachers before, but Mrs. Lyman made me knees go weak. She was not only the most attractive woman I'd ever met, she also dressed exactly the way I preferred and between those two facts, I made it a point to avoid standing up in class after I'd been daydreaming.

Nancy Lyman was 35 with dirty blonde hair, a fantastic body, blue eyes that seemed alive, and a perfect smile that slayed me every time she flashed it my way. I'd given up trying to figure out why I liked the clothes I like, but I'd sort of decided it had something to do with growing up in Western Washington State, where it was cold and girls wore sweaters nine months out of the year. I'd "had a thing" for them as long as I could remember. Not thick, granny sweaters or clunky old, heavy fisherman sweaters. I just really liked the way a woman's body looked when she wore a very fitting, shapely sweater. Rib knitting was a big plus. Cotton, cashmere, or anything else were all fine, too, if the woman wearing them had the right figure. Karen Lyman did. Add in a short skirt and a nice pair of legs and I was "all in!" Add to that Mrs. Lyman's soft, shoulder-length hair and well, I'd spilled a lot of seed in shower imagining what it would be like to make love to her.

On the way home, it came to me. Since the person I'd most like to meet was the beautiful woman who'd given me the assignment, all I needed was a strategy to put together a paper that would say just the right thing in just the way. What's the worst that could happen? A reprimand for getting too personal? A long talk on student-teacher relationships? What got my motor running was thinking about the opposite—the best thing that could possibly happen. What I didn't know was how to approach a woman who was not only nearly twice my age but also married. Not just married but married to a successful architect who lectured all around the country. I wasn't exactly sure how to proceed, but I knew just whom to ask!

My grandmother was an unexpectedly delightful discovery. I'd learned a few years ago she not only was smart, but that she understood people. Whenever I had a problem, she was the person I counted on for perspective. She really listened and then offered the kind of sage advice a young man like me needed. This time, she didn't disappoint me, either. When I dropped by for a visit, I didn't share my plan with her, but I was able to get the necessary information by asking a simple question. Why do so many married women have affairs? I couched my comments within the framework of trying to understand what women really want and cited the percentage of women who answered "yes" in a recent poll on whether or not they'd been unfaithful. The poll showed 70% of men and 60% of women admitted to cheating and that raised my hopes dramatically.

"Beautiful women are often very lonely," she told me. "The only thing worse is a beautiful married woman whose husband neglects her," she added. She went on to explain that things aren't always what they seem in any marriage and that nearly all of them had periods of rocky times when either the husband or the wife were prone to look elsewhere to meet their needs. What I didn't tell my grandmother was why I was asking. Well, not specifically anyway. I told her about the assignment, but substituted a gorgeous, older, married TV star as the woman I'd most like to meet. I went away with a greatly expanded understanding of what women really want and need to hear. On the one hand, I felt a little guilty for being taken so deep inside the forbidden world of "s****rhood", but on the other hand, I was excited and hopeful that this scheme of mine just might have a chance!

I started work on the paper the next day and spent nearly two weeks working on it and revising it over and over to get it just right. I wanted to leave no doubt the main characters were she and I, but let it be ambiguous enough to give me plausible deniability in case she was hugely offended.

After a very subtle start, I gradually painted the picture of a lonely housewife whose husband was often gone and who, even when he was home, was never really there. I described the internal thoughts of her days of frustration, trying to let work and friends fill in the aching in her soul. As I moved back and forth from the point of view of the mature and trustworthy, handsome senior who longed for the opportunity to meet her own self which so deeply longed for intimate companionship, I felt like I'd struck the perfect balance between lust and longing. It was more of a connection on the human level I hoped would strike the right chord with what I believed to be a lonely woman with a heavy emphasis on the maturity (and therefore trustworthiness) of the young man who held her in such high esteem. There wasn't a hint of anything "racy" or disrespectful. It was rather the tale of two people with mutual needs who would have to navigate a minefield to make this happen in real life. I also carefully wove into the story the younger man's full understanding of his future lover's need for complete discretion in order for her to able to trust him. I made it clear that meant no one—no friend, acquaintance, or adult—would ever know of anything the two of us might share.

The paper was due on Friday and my heart was pounding so loudly I thought she'd hear it as I smiled and dropped it off on her desk. She'd worn my absolutely favorite outfit that day—a white, long-sleeved rib knit sweater with a short khaki skirt and heels. Her hair was uncharacteristically down, as well. Normally, she wore it in a bun which was stylish in its own right. However, when she wore it down, it quite literally took my breath away. I was really glad I'd worn jeans as my cock strained against the denim fabric. I paused briefly as she smiled that smile at me and I said, "Have a good weekend, Ms. Lyman."

"You too, Cal" she told me.

That weekend, I made the decision to break up with my girlfriend. We'd been together nearly a year and I was not only bored but I wanted to be able to honestly say I was totally free. If this didn't work out, there were plenty of other fish in the sea, as they say.

I was a little nervous as I sat down just before the bell rang the following Monday. Mrs. Lyman closed the door then walked to the front of the class. The first thing that caught my attention was how she'd worn her hair down a second day in a row. She also wore a black, sleeveless turtleneck and matching black cardigan sweater with a black knit skirt, dark hose and heels. Her red lipstick set and dark eyeliner set off the lighter colored foundation she wore over the silky soft skin of her face. She began by saying she hoped we'd all had a good weekend then told us she'd both enjoyed reading our papers and even laughed a few times. My heart sank as I imagined her laughing at what now seemed like a foolish and c***dish attempt to win her heart. As she walked up and down the rows dropping the essays on our desks, I couldn't help but catch the scent of her perfume. My cock again hardened as her painted nails lifted off my paper revealing a large red A in the upper right corner. I stiffened even more until I noticed the words "See Me" just below it.

The rest of the period took an eternity until the bell finally rang. I stayed in place until the last of the chatty girls left the class when Mrs. Lyman asked me to close the door. As I did, she turned a spare chair around and sat it in front of her desk. "Sit down, please," she said quietly. I noticed she never so much as glanced at me. My heart sank as I anticipated a stern scolding and the most embarrassing moment of my life.

"I read your essay—three times," she began. "First, let me say how flattered I am. No one has ever said anything that nice about me ever. Beyond that, I felt like you'd somehow found the opening into my soul I guard so closely and were there seeing my deepest needs without having been invited. I couldn't get beyond the fact that an 18-year old boy—young man—could be that insightful. I am indeed all those things you wrote. But..."

After feeling my hopes soar, my spirit crashed as she uttered the word I most dreaded. With a somber feeling of hollowness, I finished her sentence by saying, "But this can't ever happen."

"Yes," she added. "Never. Not now. Not ever. Cal, I'm your teacher and I'm married and this kind of thing could cost me my job and my reputation. Do you understand how dangerous this would be for me? What it could do to me?"

I'm not sure where this came from but I said in a quiet, caring voice as her eyes met mine. "I do. I honestly do. And I addressed each of those concerns in my paper. Or at least I tried. But what just jumped out at me was what you didn't say. You told me how dangerous this could be and what it might mean, but what you didn't say was you're not interested or that you don't feel the way I do."

For the briefest of moments, I was sure I saw a slight blush. Just a quick flash of red along the apples of her cheeks as she quickly regained control. "Cal," she continued, "You are a very good looking young man. More importantly, you're unusually mature for your age. You're polite, kind, and well-mannered. If I was your age, well, I'd... But I'm not. I'm nearly twice your age and I do have a husband."

"But you're not happy," I quietly added as I saw her lower her eyes which told me I was right. "You're married but you're alone. Worst of all, you feel lonely. You know I'm right. I can see it in your eyes. They're beautiful, you know. Your eyes."

I could see her fighting her own deepest emotions as she sought to regain control of the discussion. "Thank you," she said. "But that's not the issue. The issue is so much deeper. The risks are so great. As flattered as I am, I just can't. So please. If you really care about me as much as you say, then you'll respect my feelings and let this go. Now. Here. Okay? Please?"

I held her gaze for the longest time and waited for her to blink first. "You're so beautiful," I said softly and slowly. "You know I would never, ever betray your trust and I can tell you know that's true. I can't change how I feel about you, but I will do what you ask. I mean, I'll try. I'll try and give you your space, but it won't change how I feel."

"I know," she replied. "And that means a lot to me. Really. Thank you for understanding. I was sure you would. It's just who you are. You deserve someone closer to your age who's free to love you back. Again, I can't tell you how flattering it was to read what you wrote and if I was free, well,..." She didn't need to finish her sentence. The sadness in her eyes said it all.

As I stood up to leave I told her, "If you ever do change your mind—tomorrow, next week, next month, you know, just 'if'... All you have to do is put a tiny note on the corner of my paper to let me know when and where. Saturday at 8 o'clock would be just Sa8 or Friday at 10pm would be F10. Unless you tell me otherwise, I'll assume you mean at your place."

She didn't say another word, but as we looked at one another I could almost feel the deep yearning within her for someone's touch. Someone to talk to. Someone to share with. Someone to hold her and to love her. As we stood up together, I reached out as I looked directly into her beautiful eyes and touched her arm just above the elbow. I ran my hand up and down the back of her arm just once as our eyes locked in a stare that told me I'd not only touched her arm but her soul. "Thank you for being so honest and understanding with me," I said as I prepared to turn and walk away. "You're not only physically beautiful but equally so internally. What I wouldn't do to trade places with your husband even for just one day." Her eyes and her smile gave me renewed hope.

Two weeks went by and neither of us so much as mentioned either my essay or the conversation. I'd finally convinced myself there was no hope I'd ever get the chance to even kiss the woman I loved let alone make love to her when that Friday afternoon just seconds before the final bell rang, my latest paper was returned with a lightly penciled Sa8 in the corner. My heart leaped and my bl**d pressure rose in an instant along with what was an instantly rock-hard erection. My hands were moist with sweat as I stuffed the paper into my bookbag as though it was radioactive or about to explode. We made eye contact just as she took her seat and then only briefly. Our eyes no sooner met than she averted her glance and looked down and then away. Not wanting to draw any attention to myself, I also looked away and then back at her for another brief moment. As I did, I noticed her looking my way again before returning to the stack of papers in front of her. The longing was there. I could feel it as I left the classroom, my mind dizzy with the thought of being alone with Karen. I needed to clear my head and think.

I spent that night and the next day imagining everything from another lecture to the most passionate round of love making a guy my age could envision. I acted like the young k** I was as I worried about what cologne and what clothes to wear. Should I bring flowers or would I look like some sort of desperate nerd who'd seen one too many made-for-TV movies with past girlfriends?

I settled on jeans and a button-down shirt with topsider shoes and my brown leather jacket. After all, I was 18 and that's just how we dressed for a big date. A date. With Karen Lyman. My cock stiffened again at the thought. I decided that if she liked me, it wouldn't really matter. Of course, I wouldn't care what she wore but realized I really, really wanted her to look like the teacher I'd described in my essay—a woman who wore her long hair down, cascading around her shoulders. The curves of her tight body were accentuated by a brick red, form-fitting, rib-knit, sweater with a neckline that showed her cleavage with a necklace that fell into it. My "fantasy" teacher wore a short grey-colored pleated skirt with grey stockings and matching heels. "You're a chick!" I told myself as I kept imagining what she'd wear for me or if she'd even dress with me in mind. Even as I chided myself I wondered if it was possibly this kind of caring about little details that had attracted her to me.

I dismissed the thought as I left the house and got into the Chevy Camaro I'd bought with money earned from working on a friend's farm the last three years. Panic set in as I approached her home. I suddenly fretted about whether I should park in front or around back. What if she had unexpected company? What if her husband was home? I drew a few deep breaths and f***ed myself to relax as I headed toward the neighborhood of "Eagle Heights", by far the most upscale housing development in the county. I knew her husband had designed and had their custom home built two years ago because the pictures were front-page news in our relatively small town.

As I approached her home, I could see the large plate-glass window taking up more than one third of the front façade. I wasn't able to focus on what was inside as I was occupied with looking for the driveway and hopefully, one that wound around the back. I wasn't disappointed. The wide driveway led me directly to the back of the 5,300sqft home and into an open and waiting third stall in the four-car garage. As I pulled in and turned off the engine, I again f***ed my heart rate to slow, then wiped my hands on the hand towel I kept in the passenger's seat. I took a breath, exited my car, and walked to the garage-entrance door.

After steadying myself one more time, I rang the doorbell and heard the distant sound of a dark barking which grew louder by the second. I heard Mrs. Lyman say, "Shh. Hush! Sit!" and then saw the door open in toward the hallway of her laundry room.

"Hi," was all she said as she quickly looked at me, then away while she stepped aside to let me come in.

I closed the door behind me and then looked up to see a site so beautiful I will never forget it as long as I live. She'd worn everything I'd hoped for except that the sweater was beige and the pleated skirt and shoes were black.

"Sorry, this was the best I could do," she said almost apologetically as she smiled and indicated we should walk together toward her spacious kitchen. She clearly knew from my essay how important this was to me and had made a real effort to be accommodating. "I wanted to try and make you feel as comfortable as possible so you'd know that I really do care about you but try and explain better why I—why we—can't happen, Cal."

I still don't know where my level of understanding came from at 18. Perhaps it was from those many talks with my grandmother. I just instinctively knew her words belied her feelings. I "sensed" she'd gone to great lengths to fulfill my fantasy then changed her mind at the last moment. She was clearly using her position and perceived advantage as the married teacher to soften the blow of rejection she intended to deliver.

We'd taken the few steps to reach the tiled floor of her designer kitchen when I reached over and took her hand and turned toward her. "Mrs. Lyman," I began. Then, more confidently, I said quietly but firmly while moving closer toward her, "Karen. Please. You don't have to pretend. I know. I feel it, too."

"Cal," she protested while looking down unable to meet my gaze, "No, you don't know. You have no idea the flood of conflicting emotions I've felt the last two weeks. Fear, excitement, resentment, foreboding, and so much more. I can't do this. I can't. I just need you to understand. Okay? Please?"

I moved closer and looked down at her and waited for her eyes to meet mine. I tenderly placed my hands on her shoulders and whispered, "I do understand" as I leaned in to softly kiss her full lips for the first time. Initially, I felt no reply and sensed she was about to pull away when I heard her gasp then moan ever so softly. Unlike the crazy, boundlessly passionate kisses in the movies, this was a gently tender first kiss meant to meet some unfulfilled need for love and intimacy and to try and put her fears to rest. After what seemed like minutes but in reality was no more than two seconds, the damn broke and she responded kissing me back. That kiss was water in an empty, dry desert devoid of passion or even feeling. That first kiss lasted perhaps only five seconds as she raised her arms to wrap them warmly around my neck in order to pull me closer to her as just the tips of our tongues touched for the briefest of moments.

"I'm in so much trouble," she said quietly as we held one another for what seemed like an eternity, our hands gently exploring one another's arms, backs, and faces. We kissed again a second time then took one another's hand as she took me toward the marble island in the middle of the room.

"Most upscale kitchens only have granite," I managed to nervously say not really knowing where to take a real conversation with a real woman.

"I know. This was all Dick's idea. He thinks these things make me happy. He's always tried to buy my love when all I ever wanted was his time."
Karen sensed my discomfort and quickly added. "I'm sorry, Cal. I don't mean to bring up my troubles and especially not my husband. I'm sure that's the last thing you want to hear on our first..." The word "date" wouldn't come, but it didn't need to. We both understood exactly what went unsaid.

"No, it's fine. In fact, I want to hear those things. I want to know everything about you. I want you to trust me and feel like we can share anything."

"That's very sweet. Thank you. But I know what a guy your age wants from a woman my age and I have to admit, I have those same desires. Let's not pretend it's anything more than that, okay?"

I walked over to her and took her in my arms again and said, "Karen, that is not the only thing I'm after. I'm interested in you. I know you're wondering where this could possibly go and I just want to say it doesn't have to go anywhere. Why can't it just be whatever it wants to be? Let it go where it will go on its own. Just know I will never, ever breathe a word of any of this to anyone. Not now, not ever."

Her eyes were locked on mine as though she was looking beyond them into my soul to see if she could detect any kind of dishonesty or deceit. Satisfied, she laid her head on my shoulder and let me hold her close. The smell of her perfume and the shampoo in her hair was a potent elixir and I could feel my cock bulging against my jeans. Her waist was up against my hardness and I heard her murmur a soft, "mmmm" as she pushed back against me. I stroked her long, blonde hair as her hands explored my chest and back.

"What would you like for dinner?" she asked as I held her close.

I couldn't resist the cliché response and told her sincerely, "You."

Smiling, she lifted her head and whispered, "We can arrange that," as she took my hand and led me out of the kitchen toward the huge master bedroom at the other end of the house. She closed the bedroom door behind us as I stood there taking in the size of this room which was half as large as the modest house I grew up in.

"It's a bit too much, isn't it?" she asked as she walked toward me.

"It's just space. Without you in it, there's nothing here that impresses me at all. However, with you here, the rest of it fades into nothingness."

"You have no idea what it's like to hear those words," she told me as she put her arms back around me. "You were so very right in your essay. I've never felt so alone in my entire life. I live here by myself in this palace prison with no one but my dog or an occasional friend to keep me company. I have everything and yet I have nothing. And then you came along at just the right time saying all the right things and now I'm so very afraid and yet so very excited." She kissed me passionately and slid her hands down the front of my jeans feeling the fullness of my girth.

"Fuck me," she pleaded with me. "I don't need love making right now, Cal. I need your cock and I need it hard." As she tore at my shirt and jeans she asked me, "Do you know what rough sex is, Cal?" I felt her breath increase as her eyes met mine.

"I have an idea," I replied then added, "Will you teach me what I don't know?"

She took my hand and put it around her throat and said with an aching in her voice, "Hurt me. Just don't hurt me, okay? You're the teacher, now. I'm the one who needs to be punished. Do you understand yet?"

My hand tightened around her tiny neck and as I heard her gag, I pulled her tightly toward me with my other arm grabbing her soft ass. I could tell by the the faux sense of fear in her eyes that this was what she desperately needed. I didn't fully understand it yet, but the raw emotion was overpowering.

I lifted up her sweater and pulled her bra with all the f***e I had. It gave way with a loud snap and the clasp sharply stung her soft, exposed flesh. The pain made her gasp. As she winced I could tell it was more pleasure than pain. She and I stripped off my remaining clothes as I let go of her throat to allow us to get naked. Stripping off my belt I pushed her hard to the bed face first and ordered her to lift her skirt. Her compliance was immediate as I heard her moan, "Yessss. Please. Punish me, Cal."

I raised the belt after doubling it in half and brought it down on her black panties with a sharp crack. The noise scared me momentarily until I heard Nancy beg me to spank her harder. I obliged and brought the belt down much more f***efully this time after pulling down the lacey panties. This stroke left a welt and brought the deepest moan of satisfaction I'd ever heard. "More, please," she begged. "Use your hand."

I scooped her up and laid her over my knee and slapped her bare ass repeatedly under the entire pink surface was a deep, glowing red. Sensing what she needed next, I roughly pushed her down on the bed and unsheathed my massive cock as I mounted her with my knees on either side of her. As I prepared to enter her she whimpered, "Humiliate me. Please."

Puzzled, I looked at her as she quickly added, "Call me names. Dirty, filthy names. I'm so bad. I deserve it."

The look in her eyes was desperate. Her face was so beautiful and so angelic. Her need was so real I could sense it. "You filthy cunt!" I raged. "Is this what you need, bitch? You want this fucking cock in your pussy?" She was breathing so hard I thought she might pass out. "Figures, I continued. "It's what all sluts want. Cock-hungry whores getting what they deserve," I hissed as I held her throat and roughly entered her making her take it all the way to the hilt on the first stroke.

Her eyes opened wide as she realized she couldn't breath and I knew this was filling some deeply-held need that didn't need expressing. I released my hand then tightened my fingers again as she gasped for air as I pounded her drenching-wet pussy. In just moments, I felt her begin to shudder and tightened my grip even further as she began to buck wildly as I hammered her over and over. I released my grasp entirely and she inhaled fully and deeply holding it in to maximize her orgasm. I came inside of her never once thinking about birth control or what might happen next.

Spent, we lay next to one another without a sound.

"Do you hate me?" she finally said?

"Hate you? No. Why would I hate you?" I asked naively.

"Because I'm sick," she explained.

"What do you mean 'sick'," I asked?

"I need it rough. Like that. My husband thinks I'm sick. He won't do that for me. Do you? Do you think I'm sick, Cal?"

I kissed her softly and said, "No. I don't think you're sick. I think you're perfect. I think you just know what you need and what you like. I've been worried you'd think my 'obsession' with sweaters was weird. Do you?"

She laughed. Not a mean laugh. It was more a laugh of relief. "Sweaters? Every guy has a 'thing', "she explained. "Lingerie, panties, something. Yours is pretty tame. But mine? Are you okay with this?"

"Can I also just make love to you sometimes, too?" I asked like a lovesick teen.

"Of course you can. Right now would be perfect. In fact, any time after you fuck me would be perfect. I can't respond to a gentle touch until I've had it uh, 'my' way," she explained. "But after that? Yes. I'd love for you to make love to me, sweetheart."

We spent the next hour exploring one another's bodies in every imaginable way and then got dressed and had the dinner she'd planned for us. I can't ever remember sharing so much with any other person or feeling closer to any other human being as she poured her soul out to me. There were many other such encounters over the next two years before I finally left to go to college but none more exciting or fulfilling than that first time with my high school English teacher.
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First time with swim team mate

Swim team, year 10.
I had just finished showering (typical room w/ showers along wall) and changed and then headed to the bathroom stalls to take a piss (no urinals here as it used to be a women's bathroom). By now I was one of a handful teammates still left in the locker room. Because so few people were around and I had become turned on by my teammates bodies in the showers, I started to fantasize a little bit and began stroking my cock. I was just sitting on the toilet seat, legs spread out, slowly jerking as I listened to the sounds of my teammates chatting, changing, and eventually leaving.

The room had gone silent, so I picked up the pace a little. By this time I'd gathered quite a nice bit of pre-cum and as I jerked faster it made that sticky percussive sound that is so hot. I put myself back in the shower room, all the guys showering and, unlike usual, facing the middle, where I stood alone taking it all in and jerking wildly. They all walked toward me, erections springing up and gathered in a circle jerk around my face. The hottest guy there, Zach, an 11th year, was right in front of me, and I slipped his bulging cock into my mouth, taking an extra long time to slide all the way down until his beautiful red bush of pubes tickled and entered my nostrils (he is a muscular red-head with the iconic swimmer's body, huge puffed out chest, small waist and large thighs, and of course a big package that looks even bigger on that small waist).

As I engulfed his cock with my lips I looked to my left and right to see the other guys all playing with each-other, caressing and kissing, and one of them, Josh, came over to me and told me to flip over and suck Zach from below so that he could suck my dick. Instantly I felt his warm mouth on my cold, wet body, sheltering it from the draft and pleasuring it with his tongue. With his hands he reached forward and -

"I can hear what you're doing in there, Chris."

Holy fuck. I thought I was alone. It was Zach's voice. I could see his shoes on the other side of the stall door. He had been light-footed and I remembered that he had a cloth grocery bag and not a zippered gym bag; I would not have heard him packing up to go.

"What, uh, shit man I didn't realize anyone was still here." I redundantly spurted out. No shit.

"Haha no problem man but jeez you were starting to get loud. Has it been days or something?"

"I, uh, no not really to be honest. Dude this is super awkward I'm so sorry, I just-"

"Awkward for you, yeah for sure! Your heart must be racing right now. Tell me though, why in here? Why after you just spent 2 hours with a bunch of naked men?"

"I was just feeling it, ya know? Like morning wood but in the day, I just had to get it off my chest."
I had no good answer, but I tried my best to spit out something believable.

"It's not even on your chest yet" he joked, "…and I don't believe you. I've seen the way you look at us sometimes."

I went silent. What would I do now, get mad and insist I'm not gay? Before I could start,

"I'll admit something man, I've jerked in here, too. Right where you're sitting even."


"Yeah, all the stalls, actually. Sometimes after gym, or after swimming."

"So you feel the same thing when you see a bunch of naked guys like that? I mean I like girls and all, hell you know I was fuckin' Gracie last year, but I get those same feelings in here that I did when I was leaning over her about to get it in."

"Yeah man. You gotta think, skin is skin, and everyone's mouths are the same. It's not really a big leap to think of doing it with guys. Anal too, even, if you're into that."

We both laughed since it was clear we both shared the same views on anal - just nope.

"I mean vaginas are good and all" he continued, "but if all you want is a good suck, what's the difference right?"

"But what if you're actually attracted to the guys, too? I mean goddamn we have such sexy bodies, all of us, it's hard for me not to find something so sexy in every guy I see."

"I know exactly what you mean, man. And now you got me all excited too. I'm gonna go in this stall next to yours."

I heard him lock the door and saw him drop his pants down to his ankles. He began to moan softly.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I needed."

I hesitantly started up again, too. The pre-cum came out so quick now with the excitement that it had dripped down onto my balls and it felt great as it dried in the cold air.

I could hear Zach now as his pre-cum must have started. He was audibly wet and excited. I pictured what he must look like, glistening cock and his head tilted back against the wall, chest heaving heavy with deep breaths, breaths that I was hearing through the thin wall. I couldn't take it anymore.

"I, uh, I know it's risky if someone comes in, but can I watch you?"

"I have a better idea. I was gonna go home right now, I've got my mum's car, and you know I live with just my little b*****r and my mum. She's out at a conference and is staying overnight at a hotel. My b*o is at the scout camp until Sunday. Pack your stuff up and meet me at the front of the school"

And with that he was gone, getting a head-start so I wouldn't have to wait long at the front. As he passed he said, "Don't you dare finish, save it for later." and with that I had to reluctantly let go of my sopping wet cock, twitching with excitement. Was this seriously happening?

I left and made it to the front of the school under shelter from the huge rainstorm that had begun. I waited only a minute before he pulled round. He shot me a 'too cool for school' look with one hand casually on the wheel, dark aviators on, and the window rolled down. As I neared he pulled off the glasses and gave me a big grin. "You better call your folks and let em' know you'll be at my place for dinner." Did he know how funny it was that he said dinner? I'd be getting all I could want to eat for sure tonight. I hopped in, and what must have been 20 minutes but seemed like 20 seconds went by and we were pulling into his drive way. Time again seemed to jump forward, I don't remember even walking to his front door, its like that bit of useless memory was obliterated to make space for all the important ones I was about to make.

The moment the door shut and he said, "See? No one ho-" well that was it. I had flung myself on him, kissing him so passionately, and I reached my hand immediately up his shirt to feel his huge pecs and abs. With my other hand I reached around and ran my fingers up the crevice of his huge back muscles, along his spine, and met the back of his neck and held him tight.

I broke the kiss.
"Ok I can get it out now. This is my first time with a guy and I am so fucking excited and let's go upstairs right fucking now." I said like one of those rushed disclaimers at the end of a tele ad.

"Mine too," he added as he kicked his shoes off in haste, I followed suite and chased him up the stairs to his room. He closed the door behind me for good measure, and when he turned around he saw me already taking off my shirt. He started with his socks, as if to tease me, and next his sweater, which he folded neatly and put back on a shelf in his closet. That fucker, he's doing this on purpose!

I began to remove my pants. It was only now that I noticed the dark spot on my flannels. When I pulled them off completely both he and I said at the same time "Holy shit". My underwear was completely soaked at the front with pre-cum. I wore white boxer briefs and we all know what white does when wet. You could clearly make out the outline of my purplish head and the dark brown pubes that were pushed up against the fabric.

"That's so hot…" he said as he too removed his pants. He had a little dark patch on his maroon briefs to compliment his growing bulge. He motioned me to the bed and I sat down on the edge, and he finished pulling down my pants for me and removed my socks. I grabbed the back of his head again and we kissed passionately for several minutes, running our hands over each others chests. Both of us avoiding our bulging briefs intentionally to prolong the agonizingly pleasurable anticipation. That changed as he leaned in closer, pushing me back onto the bed fully, and his wet dick head brushed over my thigh leaving a streak of pre-cum moistness on my leg.

"Oh man!" I nearly bellowed out to the neighbours house as I felt my first contact with a cock, even if through his briefs. As I was the younger and somewhat smaller one, it felt instinctive to let him take control.

"Take these off, it's aching down there!" And with that he slowly pulled from the sides of my briefs, letting my cock spring up, which sprayed a bit of pre-cum at my face. It hit me on the cheek and I wiped it away as my briefs reached my feet and he removed them completely with a satisfying snap sound. He reached out to my balls and fondled them, letting his fingers slip over the juices and spread them around. He pulled back his hand, taking his own briefs off, and I just about feinted at the sight. My cock is a respectable length just shy of 7 inches. Girthy and straight as a rod of steel but his, my god. Must have been 8.5 inches at least, and no compromise in girth. Wide as if not wider than mine and boasted the perfect slight upward curve that made it look springy and alive despite the fact it was clearly harder than his flexed biceps, which he was presently showing off as he reached down and with the most masculine stance imaginable slowly stroked his rod with two hands as he stared at my body. I moved back further onto the bed, pushing my head into the pillow, still staring at his eyes staring at me, and I began to play with myself too.

"Let's switch. I stroke yours and you mine," and he clambered onto the bed to the left of me, kissing me briefly on the cheek and neck, and lay his right arm across my chest, and grasped my cock. It was an amazing feeling, his strong masculine hands compared to my ex-girlfriend's dainty little feelers. He gripped strong but not tight, and began to jerk me off. I reached my arm under his and found the base of his shaft and moved my hand up to his head, pulling his foreskin down and then dragging his pre-cum lube down his shaft. I stroked with gusto my first cock. It looked amazing. It felt so right. I met his eyes and we stared into each-other as the excitement rose. With my other hand I took hold of his beautiful matted red hair and lost my fingers in it. He used his other hand to take some pre-cum from his dick and slather it onto my tight chest, working it onto my nipples and down under the 'ledge' of my pecs. It cooled instantly on my skin and felt amazing. I had to return the favour, and did, but I chose to rub my juices into his neck and part of his chin, coming so close to his mouth. I wasn't sure if he wanted to taste it so I stopped short of his lips. But he grabbed my hand and f***ed it to his mouth, sucking on my fingers, quite hard actually, it almost hurt a bit.

This wasn't enough for him. "I want more of that," he said as he let go of my cock, moved my hand away from his cock, and repositioned himself so he was lying with my cock by his face and his likewise to mine. He grabbed my cock again at the base of the shaft, and with his other hand grabbed my ass and pulled me until I was where he wanted me, and he protruded his tongue to meet my dick head. A sharp tingle of pleasure shot through my body. I decided to let him continue until he was settled in before I returned the favour - I didn't want to distract him with what I later learned was his first ever blowjob (first with anyone, guy or girl, actually. Hard to believe with that body!). I moaned loudly with every tingling sensation.

He licked the last of my juices off my head and then stuck the whole thing into his mouth, but not before he looked up at me with that same grin he had when he picked me up. I could feel the back of his throat and felt myself sliding down it. He had no gag reflex at all or was dealing with it really well. I tried the same on him and was immediately surprised by the taste. I thought it would be sweaty and rancid but all his pre-cum had washed away anything that was there and we had just showered, after all. His cock was nothing short of delicious and I pushed it back further into my mouth. I heard him gasp with delight and he sucked harder on mine. At the top of his cocksucking gulping motions he let out a quick "Oh, yeah," gulp. "Get it all in," gulp "FUCK yeah". I tried to get more than half of it in me but I began to choke and gag on it. "Just relax your face and jaw," he told me, between breaths, "And this feels amazing."

"And you give blowjobs so much better than Gracie ever did, holy shit, I guess guys really know what guys want" I said, and tried again on his cock. This time I relaxed completely and it slid all the way to the back no problem, and I bobbed up and down on him, with my left arm under his right leg and my hand on his ass, pulling him into me. My other hand again playing with his hair as he slaved away on my cock. It didn't take long before our rhythms became in sync and so was our moaning. It sounded like a hardcore porno the way we were showing our love for each-other's fine work. We had really sped now, and I was nearing the Point of No Return.

"I'm gonna cum SO fucking hard, oh my god," and he responded immediately by sitting up and motion for me to kneel above him. He outlined the target area with his fingers, and then reached up to jerk me off with both hands. He used a wonderful twisting motion and both hands moved slightly out of sync, stretching and bunching the skin of my shaft, but he only got about 5 strokes of this in before I proudly announced "I'm coming!!" and shot 6 heavy streams of cum all over his abs and chest, but I lost control as my body went stiff and sore and my aim moved up to his face and past him on to the sheets. He wore my cum in three big lines down his entire face and torso meeting in a pool on his abs.

I fell backwards onto the pillow and tried to recover briefly but I shot up almost immediately despite the effort it took to even move and with incredible driving ambition my lips found his cock again and I worked feverishly on it with both thumbs on the base of his shaft where it meets his balls, letting my other fingers massage his groin above his pubes. He tried to sit up a bit to touch me but I pinned him down with my hands, pinching his nipples and running my hands all over his body. I wanted him to feel this orgasm EVERYWHERE.

"Dude, oh god, yes, I'm coming" and his nearly 9 inch cock recoiled in my mouth as he let out spurts of spunk down the back of my throat. I caught the first two but pulled off of him for the remainder and let his cum blache my face and chest. I rubbed my chest and then rubbed my sensitive cock with his juices. He had wiped off his face with his sheets (they had to be washed anyway after all that) and pulled me in to kiss me. Little did he know I hadn't yet swallowed all of his load so he got a slippery surprise when he french'd me.

We lay next to each-other, kissing slowly and lovingly and touching each-other's sweaty, juicy bodies, spreading the cum like syrop over our chests. I loved the feeling of his large but completely relaxed muscles under my touch, and evidently so did he as he breathed a huge sigh and we soon fell asl**p for a short afternoon's rest from our endeavours.


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Posted by RyanL 7 months ago  |  Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Masturbation  |  Views: 5261  |  
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My first time with a girl - Part One

Louise and I had been best friends since forever. Our mum’s were good pals, and we had spent most of our c***dhood together. We were only six months apart in age and as close as could be.
When I got an understanding of sex, Louise did too. When I started my period, Louise did soon afterwards. We both fancied the same boys and told each other all our sexual desires with such.
We lost our virginity at the same time too. I was in one bedroom with one guy (bad time) and Louise was with his friend in the next. We were thirteen then, very sure of ourselves and everything too.
I had always known that Louise liked girls too. She never openly said so much, she wasn’t brave enough, but I knew. Louise was like that though, she was the most cooler of us and would do all the best things, many of which I copied.
Louise let some guy do her in the bum and so I had bum-sex with a guy too. Louise let another guy cum in her mouth and I soon gave that a go too. Not everything she did I did too, especially one thing. But that thing started something between us.
When we were 14 and she had a two’s-up with a pair of guys. I didn’t want to do it, but Louise did and had sex with them both while I was in the same room and sitting on the floor. If it was sex, then Louise would do it.
Anyways, the lesbian thing with Louise started to get more serious with regards to me once she’d done that threesome with those two guys. I guess it was because I watched her. We’d seen each other naked a million times, but of course never the either one getting a fucking.
When we were at her house the next day and she was getting changed, she didn’t even turn her back or nothing. I could feel her wanting to show me all her bits, I started to understand that she had a thing for me and was trying some sort of seduction thing with me.
I liked Louise and wanted to stay best friends with her, but I was very unsure about the whole lesbian thing. Boys were what I liked and girls weren’t something I thought about sexually. But I soon started too.
I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about what it would be like with a girl, with Louise. When I’d touch myself I’d think about Louise. Not in a romantic way, but in a sex way. I wondered what it would be like to touch a girl down there, what it would be like to kiss a girl between her legs. Kissing on the lips or boobs didn’t enter my head much, I started to become obsessed with what Louise had between her legs. I soon wanted to want to see her naked again.... Continue»
Posted by sarahyork 4 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Voyeur  |  Views: 844  |  
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My first time with a girl - Part Two

Louise came to my fifteenth birthday party and afterwards we escaped off for a walk to the local fields to get pissed away from parents. We were sitting on the grass under a tree when the first thing between us happened. Louise dropped her head in my lap because she was pissed and I was like stroking her hair and all that.
I started to think about what it would be like with her head there and me without any trousers or knickers. I started to get a little bit wet with the idea. Louise’s hand was on the inside of my thigh too.
I wasn’t scared but I was worried. I liked Louise and I knew she liked me, but things between us would be weird. Still, I decided that I should say something to her. But what?
Louise was very comfortable and sl**py, but I managed to get her to raise her head to look at me. I asked her straight-up if she liked girls. I didn’t want to offend my best friend, so I asked in a nice sweet, inquiring way. I asked if she’d ever been with a girl.
Louise thought that I was joking at first, but then she saw that I was serious and said that yes, she did like girls, and that she had been with another girl before too.
She wouldn’t tell me who it was either. Then she wanted to know why I was asking her this. She had sat up and her face was inches from mine. I started to stumble over my words. I was lost again. Louise looked quickly around the darkening park.
The feel of her lips on mine was immense. I’d never been kissed like that before. Unlike a guy, she didn’t f***e her tongue harshly in my mouth. She used her’s to wet my lips and then slid it in.
We kissed each other for a few minutes. I started to get really wet whilst doing so. My eyes were closed, but I could see her in my head. I thought of us as k**s, playing and hanging out together.
Louise then stopped, eased away from me, and sunk her head back into my lap. She mumbled my name over and over, while I went back to stroking her hair. I was so happy. And so horny as well.... Continue»
Posted by sarahyork 4 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex  |  Views: 724  |  
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My first time with a girl - Part Four

OMG I had never been touched like that by someone else. Before, if I wanted my clit fondled, I’d do it myself. Louise really knew how to do it though. She tugged it and rubbed it between her fingers. Tingles went throughout my whole body. Her other fingers were rubbing my lips down there too – making it all so great. I knew that I was soon going to cum if she kept on.
I was meanwhile moving my own hand down between Louise’s legs from behind. I was trying to reach her own pussy, but my reach wasn’t long enough so I could only find her bum-hole. That was a strange place to gently touch, but I did so and Louise didn’t seem to mind.
I shut my mouth when I came, because I wanted to scream. Louise got me off big time with her hand and once she did so, I felt a finger of her’s dip inside for a moment. That finger than came out and she brought her hand up as she took her lips off my boobs. Louise then licked that finger. Being all daring and wanting to do more new things, I licked it too when she offered. It was a strange taste, my own juices didn’t taste as I expected them too.
Louise’s boobs were right in front of me, her nipples pointing right at me. I took my hand off her bum-hole and grabbed her hips while I started to pay her boobs attention. I sucked and licked both her nipples, loving the feeling of the cold skin as I did so. Her pussy was right up over my belly as I did this and I would smell it and mine. We were both as damp as could be. I wanted to put my mouth on her pussy next.
Louise let me pull her up towards my face. She whispered to me that I was naughty as I did so, but shuffled upwards towards me. I soon pulled her crouch down onto my face.
I suppose it all came naturally to me. My tongue went forwards first, then upwards until I found something small and hard to swirl around with my tongue. Her pussy hairs and her wet inner lips on my mouth did feel all strange too. And I kept thinking to myself that I was licking and sucking on my best friend. Did this make me a lesbian? If it did, I certainly was glad I was.
Louise kept grinding herself into my face and mumbling my name. She also took one of my wrists in her hands and pulled it off one of her hips and back down between her legs from behind again. Louise really liked that, having her bum-hole touched. I didn’t really want to put my finger in there, and Louise seemed cool with me just touching her like that.
Then Louise started to come in my face, and my chin got really wet.
Louise soon moved backwards and licked her own juices off my chin before sliding back down me. I told myself that a girl was about to go down on me. That was a very odd thing to happen, but I wanted it so much and opened my legs wide.
She took her time and paid my pussy so much attention. She used her fingers this time too, being gentle, but sticking two inside me as she licked my clit. Another finger went further down and I braced myself a little for that. It didn’t hurt having her finger in my bum, for I’d had a dick in there before, but that still wasn’t really my thing. Thankfully Louise didn’t do that for long and kept licking my pussy and sucking my clit until I came again. I had my legs wrapped around her head by the time she was finished – it was so fantastic I didn’t want her to be able to stop.... Continue»
Posted by sarahyork 4 years ago  |  Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex  |  Views: 773  |  
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