My name is Shauvaghn and this story is about the first time that I had sex. Although I am only 13, everyone thinks I am at least 16 because I am 5'2" tall and weigh about 110 pounds with medium sized breasts, narrow waist and a nice rounded ass. As a classically beautiful and nubile Afro-American female, I have dark eyes, medium brown skin and shoulder length black hair.
I had never had sex because I thought I wanted to save myself for marriage. I have been dating off and on for over a year now, mainly with school and neighborhood friends. All of the boys that I dated respected my intent not to be sexually active. Of course, I am not a prude and have horny feelings like any girl. Usually all I ever did with boys was kiss and make out with a little touching and rubbing, except for a few times when I got talked into sucking them off. I have sucked off eight boys so far. They all seemed to like it a lot, but it didn't do much for me.
Yesterday afternoon, I was at the mall just browsing around when I accidentally bumped into this older white man coming out of one of the stores. He politely apologized even though it was my fault and walked off to another store. After a while I got bored and started walking the few blocks to my house. Just as I got on the other side of the parking lot, it started raining, not just a spring shower, but a downpour, instantly soaking me to the skin and causing my paper bags to fall apart. I was standing there in the rain, with my stuff in my arms, waiting for the light to change so I could cross the street, when a car pulled up and honked the horn. It was the man that had bumped into me in the mall. He asked me if I needed a ride home. Since he seemed to be nice and I was drowning in the rain, I said OK and jumped into his car.
His car was nice and warm, with cream-colored leather seats and that rich car smell. He told me his name was Mr. Jones and asked me where I wanted to go. I gave him the directions to my house. We chatted a little about ourselves as he drove the few blocks to my house. Mr. Jones had a pleasant voice and he talked to me like I was an adult, not a 8th grade school girl. I guessed he was older than my dad, maybe 50 years old with a kind face, green eyes and light brown hair. I couldn't tell how tall he was but he seemed to be in good shape and average size. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt horny and thought this nice man was sexy as hell. I was wondering what it would be like to have sex with him when he startled me by asking if this was the right place. I blushed from being caught thinking naughty thoughts and said, "Yeah, this is where I live." He pulled into the driveway and as I started to get out I impulsively turned and asked him if he would like to come in for a drink or something. He looked at me questioningly, and for some unknown reason I said, "Don't worry, my Mom won't be home before six."
We ran in the downpour to the door and as we both stepped inside, Mr. Jones pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me. I have been kissed many times before, but never like this. It was like being kissed by someone who actually knew what he was doing. There was a passion in his kiss that seemed to telegraph his intention directly to my sex. I couldn't control my reaction to his kissing; it felt as though he was making love to my soul. I'd never felt this horny this fast before. My entire body was tingling, my sex was starting to swell and my erect nipples were poking his chest through my wet T-shirt.
I pulled him the rest of the way into my house and slammed the door shut, hoping the neighbors hadn't seen us. We immediately resumed our passionate kissing. Mr. Jones slid his hands down and cupped my ass, pulling me even tighter against him. His leg was between mine and my crotch straddled his muscled thigh. I actually whimpered with sexual excitement when I felt the hard presence of his erection pressed against my stomach. I was astonished at how turned on I was. Boldly reaching down between us, I slowly moved my hand over the length of his hard dick and moaned as I assessed how much bigger he was than the boys I had messed around with before. His dick seemed to grow beneath my hand and moved in response to my touch. I found myself getting wetter knowing I was turning on a man who was old enough to be my grandfather.
Mr. Jones realized how horny I was for him and he intuitively knew that he was being offered a virgin teenage pussy. But he controlled himself and didn't grab at me like a teenage boy would; rather he gently slipped his hands under my T-shirt and cupped my tits, teasingly thumbing my nipples through my thin bra. I whimpered with excitement as he reached around and unhooked my bra, then lifted my wet T-shirt and bra over my head in one motion. It felt so naughty to completely expose my breasts to a stranger. I had never really let a guy see my bare titties before, now I trembled with arousal as Mr. Jones resumed kissing me while expertly rubbing and squeezing my boobs. The sensation of my super sensitive nipples rubbing across the coarse fabric of his shirt sent chills through me.
I didn't protest when he reached down and started to unzip my jeans. He slid his hand inside, over my stomach and down between my legs. When he started massaging my pussy through my panties, it felt so much better than when the young boys that I dated tried to feel me there. I was so turned on now, that my pussy juice was soaking through my panties and making a sticky mess between my legs. Mr. Jones whispered in my ear how sexy I was and asked if I wanted more. I could only nod as his fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties and cupped my naked pussy in his hand. His fingers manipulated my slippery folds stirring up even more juices from me. "Ah! Oh, Mr. Jones!" I exclaimed, arching my back as the tip of his finger managed to push just inside of me.
Mr. Jones looked down at where his hand disappeared inside my pants and asked if he could take my pants off. I stammered, "Yes," as he smoothly slipped my panties and jeans over my hips and down around my ankles. With one hand on his shoulder for support, I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my clothes. I suddenly realized that I was standing totally naked in the foyer of my house with only my socks on. I thought how crazy I was for letting this complete stranger remove all my clothes, even my panties. But, I didn't care, I was turned on like never before and all I wanted was more of his sexy kisses and touches.
Mr. Jones held me out at arm's length and looked at my naked body. I shyly watched Mr. Jones look at me. My nipples were hard and proudly pointing out, my crotch was soaked with my juices and I could feel that my clitoris was erect and protruding out from between my lips. "Now...Now what?" I inquired in a nervous whisper.
Mr. Jones gently grasped my hands and brought them to his belt buckle. I struggled to get his pants undone and Mr. Jones said, "It's OK, I'll get it for you." Then he took over and quickly unfastened his pants and dropped them to his feet. I saw that his pre-cum had made a wet spot in his light blue boxer shorts as he stepped out of his pants. I moved closer and started unbuttoning his shirt. I was expecting Mr. Jones to have a gray hairy chest, but it was bare except for a small patch in the center that was a reddish brown color.
We embraced in another passionate kiss and I gasped when my breasts and nipples rubbed against the sensuous texture of his warm skin. I slipped my hand in his underpants and took the head of his dick in my palm. He was so big that my fingers barely touched the shaft. He felt huge and I was more than a little nervous thinking that it would never fit in my tight little virgin pussy. Mr. Jones slipped his shorts down revealing his manhood to me. I gasped when I saw how big it really was and couldn't help pulling my hand back in shock.
His dick was standing straight up and reached above his navel. It was as big around as my wrist and in sharp contrast to black dicks of the boys that I had seen before, his was ivory colored with a lavender head. I could see his white skin through his pubic hair, which was reddish brown like on his chest. His balls were the size of eggs and hung down between his legs. I gulped as Mr. Jones took my hand and placed it around his gigantic dick.
"Don't worry, Shauvaghn, we will go only as far as you want to." he whispered into my ear, and gave me a soft kiss as he began coaxing my hand up and down the length of his dick. I nodded, and stared almost entranced by the sight of my black hand under Mr. Jones' white one slowly stroking his dick. "You can hold it a little harder," he panted softly and squeezed my fingers a little tighter.
I reached down and felt his heavy balls, causing him to groan. I thought he was going to shoot. "Are you going to cum!" I asked excitedly, looking up to him with a gleam in my eyes.
"Not yet!" he gasped and moved my hands away from him, shaking all over as he caught his breath.
Mr. Jones asked if we could go someplace more comfortable and I said let's go to my room. It felt so weird walking through my house completely naked except for my socks as I led Mr. Jones to my room. When we got into my room, I walked towards my bed, but hesitated a moment as I thought about what was coming next. I had already gone further with Mr. Jones than I had with anybody else including myself. I started to have second thoughts about giving up my virginity.
Mr. Jones came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me in a comforting embrace. Kissing the back of my neck and ears, he rubbed his hands up and down my chest and stomach. His softening dick and crinkly pubic hair were pressed in the crack of my ass. The erotic feel of his nakedness against mine caused my pussy to renew its oily oozing. I gasped when he gently felt my breasts and my nipples hardened again as he pulled and rolled them between his fingers. Mr. Jones traced his fingertips down across my stomach. Reaching lower, his fingers started probing my slippery folds and found the swollen nubbin of my clit.
As he massaged it slowly and tantalizingly, I whimpered with rapidly mounting pleasure. I spread my legs wider and maneuvered my pussy until I felt his middle finger slide up into me. I whispered, "God, that feels good, Mr. Jones." Heeding my urging, Mr. Jones slipped another finger inside me and started steadily working them in and out of my vagina. Turning my head over my shoulder, we started kissing. Moaning into his mouth, I let him know that I liked what he was doing to me. It felt so good when he started rubbing faster and faster, but his position restricted his movements and he had to stop after just a few moments.
I turned around then, and our lips met again. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug, cupping my ass. I reached down between us and touched his maleness, taking it in my hand; caressing it gently, rubbing the shaft and moving a finger down to caress his testicles. Mr. Jones arched his back, pushing himself against my belly as his erection grew. I knelt down and wetly kissed the tip, which was dripping with his excitement. The taste of pre-cum had never bothered me before, but Mr. Jones was leaking copious amounts and it had a strong male sex flavor. Mr. Jones moaned, and ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked his dick into my mouth. I could taste his pungent male flavor in the whole of my mouth and feel his excitement grow as I took more of him into my mouth. I caressed his testicles in one hand and encircled his shaft with the other and rhythmically stroked him in synchronization with sucking his head in and out of my mouth like a lollipop.
With a groan, Mr. Jones pushed me back and muttered something like, "If you don't stop, you are going to make me squirt in your mouth." Lifting me up by my arms, he pushed me back on the bed so that I was lying with my legs over the side. Mr. Jones knelt down on the floor on his knees and eased my legs further apart, fully exposing my naked pussy to his face. I could feel his warm breath on me as he leaned forward and loudly sniffed me as if I was a bitch in heat. His nose was almost touching my hard little clit and I could actually feel the vibration of his excited breathing. His closeness was killing me and I felt naughtier than I had ever felt before.
I reached down and placed my hands on either side of Mr. Jones's head, causing him to look up at me from between my thighs. Looking me boldly in the eye, he smiled up at me and said, "You smell so good, Shauvaghn, I've got to taste you." I wanted to tell him that I never thought that I would be holding an old man's head and pulling his mouth towards my pussy when I got eaten for the first time.
Mr. Jones gently lifted my knees and spread them as far apart as possible. His fingers eased my lips apart and without any hesitation slid his tongue in a continuous motion all the way from the edge of my anus to the top of my pussy and across my clitoris. I had never been licked in my pussy before and this was the most sensuous feeling I'd ever experienced. All I could do was groan in pleasure and rock my hips to try and keep his tongue in contact with my pussy.
He took another lick, watching to see which touches I enjoyed the most. I arched my back and rotated my pelvis up and down to help guide his caresses. Mr. Jones seemed to move his tongue through my sex with almost perverted knowledge of the most sensitive spots. Nothing else mattered to me but how the next lick would feel. He continued to lick me in long firm strokes from bottom to top. It was the most fabulous feeling of my life.
My orgasm was building and every slurp of his tongue up through my gash and over my hard clit brought it closer. Looking down at Mr. Jones's face pressed into my crotch, my furry bush made him look like he had a black mustache and goatee. Sensing the accelerating urgency of my orgasm, Mr. Jones slipped two fingers into my vagina, giving me something besides his slippery tongue to grind my pussy on. Then he started sucking my swollen clitoris deep into his mouth while he unrelentingly finger fucked me. That did it, my body went rigid as the tingling feel of my climax spread from the center of my body outwards. I jerked and twitched as the most pleasurable feeling of my life ebbed away.
I lay almost comatose on the edge of the bed as my mind went into a post-orgasmic daze. Although I had never had an orgasm before, it now seemed the most natural thing in the world. I started to feel another orgasm building as Mr. Jones continued his oral ministrations, but he stopped before I could climax. He slowly kissed his way up my stomach to my breast, crawling up on the bed as he did so. He sucked on my nipples for a little while before raising his face to where he was looking right into my eyes. Mr. Jones gently held my face as he kissed me. I could smell and taste my sex on his breath, making me tingle deep in my body.
Mr. Jones knelt between my legs and scooted closer. The feeling of his hairy legs brushing against my smooth, hairless ones caused me to giggle a little as he arranged himself. After a moment or two, I felt his dick against my open pussy lips. I lay very still and nervously looked up at Mr. Jones as he started rubbing the head of his dick up and down my gash, between my wet labia. He smiled back at me and asked, "Are you ready?"
The room became surprisingly quiet except for our ragged breathing. I looked into his eyes for a moment before raising my head and looking across his muscled chest down to his throbbing dick. It was pointing right between my legs and looked even bigger than when I had held it in my hand and sucked on it. The head was now deep purple and glistening with my pussy juices and his pre-cum. Mr. Jones was holding his breath, trying not to move while waiting to see what I'd do.
"Yes," I replied quietly as I trembled in anticipation of being impaled by a man's hard dick for the first time.
I contorted my face expecting it to hurt as Mr. Jones gently but firmly pressed the head of his dick into my vaginal opening. I was slick from my excitement and the tip slipped right into my hole. He held it there waiting for me to get used to it. I nodded slowly when I was ready and he started to gently fuck me with just the head. I winced as he stretched my tight pussy, but my juices made it surprisingly easy. I let out a long sigh, and quickly sucked in air as I felt him push himself further into me with every stroke.
"Oh...oh, yeah..." I sighed as I felt his balls finally nestle against my ass. I had heard all of the horror stories about losing your virginity, but in my case, it was almost as though Mr. Jones's dick was becoming part of me, filling an emptiness inside my belly that I never knew was there.
Mr. Jones stopped moving, and putting his full weight on me, pressed his lower body down on me, sinking his entire dick into my pussy. He leaned downward with his face just a few inches from mine and asked if I liked fucking.
"Yesss!" I managed to let out as I pushed my pussy closer against him, lifting my hips slightly so that I could feel his dick press into my womb, deep in my stomach. "Please don't stop now," I pleaded. He covered both of my breasts with his hands, tweaking my nipples just the way I liked between his thumb and forefinger.
"You're so good, Shauvaghn," Mr. Jones whispered in my ear as he nuzzled my neck.
"Oh baby," he moaned as he began to slowly move backwards and forwards, carefully and gingerly sliding all the way in and out of my slippery pussy in a continuous rhythm. As he started moving faster and harder in me, I groaned in response, crying out in ecstasy when I felt Mr. Jones's balls slap against my ass. His pelvic bone bounced against my clitoris every time he rammed his dick home, causing the now familiar orgasmic sensation to spread out from my pussy and fill my entire body with desire.
My pussy seemed to spasm a little. The next time I definitely felt my pussy react. I felt like I was close to cumming, but needed just a little bit more to push me over the edge. I whimpered pitifully in frustration. Suddenly Mr. Jones's body tensed up and he started groaning like he was dying. Mr. Jones's dick seemed to swell and get harder, then it started throbbing inside me and I realized that he was filling me with his sperm. His spurting felt almost like a heart beat inside me and for a moment, I wondered if I was going to get pregnant, but then it started feeling too good and I didn't care if I did.
"Oooh! Ohh! Yeah! Oh, yeah, give it to me Mr. Jones!" I gasped as I began cumming for the second time in my life. It felt so good having his big hard dick wriggling around inside of my pussy as I climaxed. Mr. Jones soon stopped moving and remained perfectly still, his dick throbbing every now and then causing my vagina to squeeze in response. I felt his warm sperm start to leak out of my pussy and coldly run down the crack of my ass and on his balls. Mr. Jones must have felt it too because he pulled his dick out of me in one quick liquid motion.
"Oh!" I cried out a little mournfully at the empty feeling where Mr. Jones dick had once been.
"Mmm...Thank you, Shauvaghn, for one of the best fucks of my life." he moaned as he turned to me.
"I'm glad you liked it," I replied, grinning at him mischievously, "But now I think it's time for a certain freshly fucked girl to get herself cleaned up before her mommy comes home!"
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