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I Shouldn't Do This
by Darla (address withheld)
***
A true romance story of teenagers that begins with the
girl and boy at 15 years old. The day in which they
shared their first time together and gave each other
their virginity. (mf-teens, youths, 1st, inc, rom)
***
"Oh yes Buddy it's the same as it was when we were
fifteen. Only so much better I voiced excitedly as I
felt the first penis in more than two years sliding up
inside my body. Oh my God I swear you're bigger... now,
yes, I'm coming hard already. Move it faster and harder
Buddy," I sobbed out as my body was rocked with a
seemingly and never ending orgasm from the male who
took my virginity when I was only fifteen years old.
My body craved the blood filled flesh of my first
lover's penis and the memory of this male who first
gave me sexual pleasures didn't prohibit my knowledge
that I shouldn't do this, no justification could be
made for my welcoming this man between my thighs, but
justification be damned, I wanted him to take me over
and over.
The weeks leading up to this sexual and personal
reunion had my psyche charged so tight and primed for
fulfillment, that I commenced to climax as the first
penis I ever looked upon and a phallus that in just a
somewhat short time after my eyes gazed upon the human
rod years before was parting my sex and striking deep
and fully within my sexual core.
Wanting the human flesh inside my vagina didn't start
to answer my needs as my arms moved around the back of
the man lying over me, and my hands moved to hold his
head and pulled his lips to mine. I kissed him with all
the passion I had as a teenage girl of fifteen. What is
he thinking of me as we surrender our souls to each
other I asked my self?
For the first time in years, and in reality since this
gentle giant man last made love to me I was shouting
out to him, "Fuck me, oh yes fuck me, it has been so
long! Much to long since you last planted your seed in
me... fuck me forever..." and once more his lips were
against mine. My request for him to fuck me was lost in
gargling sounds as the tongues in our mouths explored
each other and whatever words either of us were saying
were lost in our mingled lips.
Suddenly I had to pull my lips from his as the
strongest climax I ever experienced struck from deep in
my soul and I cried out, "My gawd Buddy it is so
fucking strong... fuck me darling, fuck me forever...
I'm coming so strong and harddddd... ug... ug Buddy! Oh
hell I can't stop getting it... yes, fuck me harder...
aughhhhh!"
What happened then I will never know as I passed out
from the strong orgasm that rocked my body and when I
next was cognizant of reality and where I was, my first
lover Buddy was seated on the edge of the bed looking
at me and he asked, "You got it really good didn't
you?" and he leaned over and kissed my forehead.
***
However one discovers, explores and participates in sex
for the first time, is likely to one's own personal
ideals and assuredly moirés of how they wish the
encounter to be for one's self that is important for
her first time.
Whether your first occasion to have sex was in your own
bed, a hotel room, or perhaps in the back seat of an
automobile is incidental to the fact you had sex for
your first time. Assuredly it left some strange and
exciting feelings for the person before, during and
after that first time. For a female, the act of giving
up her virginity is much different than for a male. Yes
guys, besides the pain and mess that some females must
undergo.
Nothing is more memorable when it comes to life than
your first sexual engagement, and for the female side
of the equation there can be several ways for the
memory to start. It might be she was raped and
traumatic for her when suffering the assault. Or it
could be an imaginary or factual resistance of some
sort before submitting and getting it over with.
Then there's the case where the female takes charge of
the situation and the male is overwhelmed and he is
"screwed" before he realizes the excitement of the
moment caused him to have just ten seconds of sex. Well
at least he shoved it in the lucky girl, even if he did
squirt his "jezz" so quickly it was over before he
started. Still and all-in-all, he was the one who heard
her cry of passion and pain as she was penetrated for
the first time and her hymen was split apart.
The first time for some girls or guys is with an older
individual. Say what you want, young girls today make
moves on the opposite sex when their young. I know one
girl who was twelve and told the youthful looking sixty
year old, "If you allow me to live with you, I will do
anything you want." So we must separate the forced and
"actual" raped victims from those who are under age and
statutory rape becomes the legalize word.
Todays' girls are aggressive in what they want and when
they want it. Damn to hell anyone who stands in their
way of obtaining the desired results when it comes to
achieving the final departure from virgin to willing
sexual partner.
Bear in mind that today's children are developing when
they are still young. I have cousins who developed
breasts at the age of seven. Eleven year old Lindy
started her period at ten and in bed with a seventeen
year old neighbor boy, "With my legs spread, wide open
and up in the air three days after my eleventh
birthday. Man that was one painful, but enjoyable
birthday present and one I will never forget."
Look at the girls who are somehow a relative or those
who live in your neighborhood. Look at their mode of
dress they walk around in and how revealing their
clothing is. Note some have hints of boobs at six, and
their short skirts hiked up to reveal thong panties at
that young age.
They reveal those forbidden crotches to any male who
wishes to view their "young charms" and most assuredly
understand they are flashing guys. Perhaps their minds
aren't cognizant of the total problems they are
creating, nor do they have the complete knowledge of
what they are offering to your eyes, but they know it
is sexual.
Today girls' bodies are developing early and
experiencing sexual needs in some form or the other at
much earlier ages. Today young girls commence having
feeling of sexual needs, or what I refer to as "the
itch" that I feel all girls have at some point in their
sexual development. Once those silly genes that make us
females kick in, the first sexual desires begin and
that secret spot between our thighs wants scratched.
Heck I've had friends and cousins tell me how they'd
sit on some guy's lap and might include their own
father's lap. I've listened as they confessed to
wiggling around on a lap to feel the sexual contact.
Most explained how this commenced with the first sign
of breast buds growing on their chest.
Wanda, one of my best friends, stated that she loved
seeing an older man seated on the sofa or in a chair,
and especially a recliner, and the man had his hand
resting on his lap. More than once she told how she'd
suddenly sit down on the guy's lap and his hand would
be directly under or centered between her buttocks.
When I first listened to Wanda tell this story and
explain that it was her grandfather she first did this
with. Feeling her grandfather's fingers directly at the
juncture of her legs or under her hips, she told how
she might sit on his lap for an hour. After the first
time she did this, Wanda told me about discovering what
a man's erection felt like. She stated that after a few
times of sitting on her grandfather's lap, he would
pull his hands from under her and placed then on her
thighs.
The day she felt her grandpa become erect, she
intentionally giggled her butt around on him while
seated on his lap. Her knowledge of an erection gave
the rest of us girls' ideas of our own, and how many
acted on this I'm not certain. Although other girls
begin to have knowledge of a guy's penis and especially
when they got hard and they found this enjoyable, this
escaped me.
Another man she did this to was a neighbor and her
father's best friend, and nearly forty. This happened
more than once and the first time when it did the man
turned his hand over somehow, while it was under her.
She told how she pressed her hips down on his hand and
wiggled around on his captured fingers and palm.
When the man commenced to twist and press his finger
tips up between her hips. She understood he was teasing
her butt and the bottom edge of her hairless sex and he
whispered in her ear, "If you keep this up, you will
make me want sex with you. Do you want to have sex with
me?"
That particular day she had on a mini skirt and she and
"Walt" were on the backside of his small farm and were
out riding on his four-wheeler. They stopped under some
trees and were seated on some rocks. Walt was drinking
beer and she asked if she could have her one. Actually
she told me what she asked was, "Can I have my first
one, I mean my first beer""
Wanda laughed as she told me Walt asked her if she was
interested in having her first one - a beer that is.
Every girl needs her first one, isn't that right
sweetheart?" she said he asked her and winked while
making the comment.
Walt opened a can of beer and handed it to her. She
moved over and sat on his lap as always. She explained
how she plopped down on his lap, with his hand under
her as usual. Wanda said the feeling of his hand on her
skin felt terrific with it against her naked butt.
My best friend told me she was wearing a T-bar pair of
undies that day, with the narrow sting up between her
hips. They offered no protection from his fingers
against her completely exposed and naked butt and the
lower part of her sex.
Telling me how she playfully twisted around until she
sat facing Walt and held her legs wide apart and
hanging down over his legs. Walt' fingers were soon
playing games all around the center of her legs. She
hadn't considered the fact "Uncle Walt" might slip a
finger inside the thin strip of material covering her
private parts. Once they were inside her panties and
actually touching her immature sex she loved the
sensations.
My friend hadn't yet commenced to play with her sex,
but she knew something powerful was happening between
her legs and the smooth slit between them. When he did,
Wanda told how she became excited and in minutes Walt
had his finger buried deep up inside her pussy hole.
Never could she have considered for a minute that a guy
would touch her as she was experiencing. Wanda
explained there was some pain, but what she really felt
was some strange fear. Not something to be afraid of
fear, but a feeling of needing to do something fearful.
To relieve some of the pressure of the finger inside
her hole, it caused her to stand up from where she was
seated on his lap. "Uncle Walt" failed to not only
remove his hand out of her panties, but his finger
remained up inside her little hairless hole.
Wanda told me, "You can't believe how it felt, and Walt
also had his thumb pressing against the top my thing.
Oh wow did that feel good. You'll find out when you let
some guy feel you up girlfriend."
When I listened to my best friend describe this
encounter to me, I was surprised and shocked. Although
we were fourteen at the time, I assumed my friend was
as innocent as myself. Hearing my girlfriend explain to
me how she was standing with an older man's hand inside
her panties and she related how she asked the older
man, "So Walt, finding anything you want and what do
you mean," 'do I want sex with you'?"
Wanda told me she felt weak from the way Walt was
moving his finger in her, and it hurt some and she
mentioned how "Uncle Walt" wanted her to undress. What
she expressed next surprised me to no end. Wanda stated
she asked Walt, "You want to take my panties off and my
skirt and top? Will you undress also Walt? Do you want
to have sex with me? Promise you won't laugh as I only
have little tiny bumps for breasts and no hair down
where you have your finger."
That day I listened as my best friend informed me she
given her virginity to a man in his forties, when she
was twelve. Evidently Walt and she continue doing it
once and sometimes a couple times a week if they could
sneak away to be alone. So I know sex is something
girls want from the first time they experience "the
itch" yet may not understand what is causing the want
to have physical contact with a male. However, a female
at any age knows there is a desire to be intimate with
someone of the opposite sex.
Enough about that but felt it necessary to illustrate
how the female body strives for contact once it begins
to develop from simply childhood until the first signs
of sexually development commences. I know my body had
cravings and I liked to press against older men before
I was twelve or so years of age.
***
For me, and my partner, it was truly wonderful and
rather unexpected. The following is as a true account I
can render and have the words flow from my computer
keyboard to the story you're reading. Let us all hope
the truth isn't offensive and you the reader can
understand how a fifteen year old girl can chronicle
the events of giving up her virginity. Ever hear of a
diary and the writings of a teen in her personal story
book. Reality is the key to this story and you must
make your own judgment as to the fact if it is non-
fiction and I assure you it's not fiction.
Forget at the moment that the other half my first
sexual partner was. Simply find the truth interesting
and my first sexual experience was enjoyable. This is
as close to the truth as I can make the words come from
my memory of a few years back during the time of
Operation Desert Shield/Storm. This was a day of
beautiful and intense pleasure and next week the two of
us will be vacationing together.
The person who gave me my first sexual pleasures will
be the first man I have known since my divorce more
than two years ago. There is nothing in my thoughts
saying my upcoming acts are improper or I shouldn't do
this with the man who was my first.
Why or for whatever the reason I have remained chaste
until now since my divorce has nothing to do with my
upcoming rendezvous. But simply a fact I've not wanted
to be with any male since the disastrous end to what I
thought in the first few years of my married life was
the perfect marriage.
When I spoke with the individual I first shared sex
with, and discussed our vacationing together, nether of
us discussed the obvious that sex would undoubtedly be
a part of the two weeks time we'd enjoying together on
Fiji. We are leaving our children, his two and my one,
with their grandmother.
Things will progress as they will. I still have a
youthful figure and have been invited out since my
divorce and not so stupid or naive to understand it was
for bedding me. The males who have asked me to have
dinner, or the other things that makes up a date
weren't shy when asking how my sex life had been since
my separation and subsequent divorce.
Sex escaped me for a simple reason, and my ex cheated
on me with not only his brother's wife, but untold
other women. Those encounters left more than one person
hateful toward the man I bore a child with.
Now to explain how and what occurred for my first
experience with sex when I was a few months past my
fifteenth birthday. My true development didn't commence
until I was fourteen years old, and my first period,
which was actually the spotting that leads a girl to
her normal cycle and full periods, being when I was two
months shy of fifteen.
My breasts didn't really develop fully until after my
first sexually encounter. And my nearly white blonde
pubic hairs were thin at that time of my life and still
isn't that thick.
I'll never forget the argument with my ob/gyn about her
wishing to shave my sex when I was in delivery. My
voice was direct and firm when I said if she had my
pubic hair shaved off I would sue her. Needless to say
she dropped me from her practice after the birth of my
daughter.
***
The day I lost my maidenhead started as any other day,
except I meet up with the boy who was my first as I
walked to the rec complex where we lived. My parents
had moved into the town home so mom was closer to her
work and I wouldn't be home alone while she worked. My
father was a career military officer and stationed in a
southern state and he decided to move us to my mother's
home town.
Dad had been assigned an isolated tour once his current
assignment would end during what was called Desert
Shield. This would provide mom a way to have company
and visit with her family during the extended tour my
father would have once the "emergency tour of duty"
ended.
The two of us walked back to the town home and ended up
in my bedroom. After about a half hour we commenced to
discuss sex and how or why I decided to accept his
offer to look at him nude I don't recall and hadn't
noted that in my diary. The boy asked if I would also
undress and he could view my body as I sat on my bed
viewing a boy with his youthful erection.
I don't recall what I said in reply, but remember
standing up and I slipped off my cami, and then my
shorts. I was wearing a bra and brief style panties and
hesitated before removing the last clothing covering my
body. One thing I remember is that he was the first guy
whoever asked to let him see me nude, and he spoke
softly, as if he was afraid I would put my top and
bottoms back on.
"Please take off your bra and panties... you look
beautiful; you know that don't you, Darla?" and as he
spoke to me, I saw his upright penis make jerking
movements.
My fingers moved behind my back and unsnapped my bra
and my hands eased the light blue garment from cupping
my breasts. With my eyes fixed on his erection, I
slipped my fingertips in the waist band of my low slung
panties and slowly pushed them part way down over my
hips. I stopped their movement at what I guess was the
center of the small patch of hair on my lower tummy.
My eyes looked up at the boy standing only three or so
feet from me, and I saw he was looking at what little
hair was above the waist line of my panties. One thing
I just read and now seems funny to have considered as I
removed my clothes was the fact I'd written, "Man was I
glad I had worn the new matching bra and panty set I'd
purchased at Victoria's Secret."
Squeezing my eyes shut, I eased my panties down below
my pubic area and then completely off my legs. Again
I'm taking the following from my diary of that day in
my life, and I wrote, "Standing naked in front of a boy
gave me goose bumps. I wasn't nervous, but scarred he
would think I was only a kid with my tiny A cup boobs
and so little hair on my pussy."
I had stapled typed notes on my diary's page for that
day in my life and I had noted, "When I opened my eyes
and saw the boy was moving his eyes from my breasts to
my sex and even down my legs, and then looked in my
eyes, and he did this time after time. Then he spoke,
'Boy do I feel lucky to see you like this... you're
something great to look at. May I touch you or
something...?"
The pages I had typed and affixed to my diary page for
June 24 is how I can relate the following for you to
enjoy my first time in having sex. So that sweet
comment from the boy started the adventure of sex I
enjoyed for my first time. I had written on previous
pages in my diary on other dates that I wished to view
a boy nude.
Also I had desires for a boy to see my yet to fully
develop body. At the time I regretted not having larger
breasts and having looked at other girls in the nude,
wished my maiden hair was thicker and grew down the
lips of my pussy further than it did. But my legs were
terrific that I knew for certain.
With my mother at work and my father off in the desert
some place on the other side of the world, I often
thought of sex. Now it was a reality and what was
taking place I understood really shouldn't be
occurring.
When the boy walked over and took my hand in his, he
hugged me with his other arm and hand. Feeling his hand
move up and down my back and eventually down to touch
and grip my hips was delightful. My nerves were at a
peek of tension as he led me to my bed.
I lay upon my bed in the nude and wondered what the boy
must be thinking of me as I helped him in any way he
asked of me from the time we entered my room. Now I, as
a fifteen year old girl, who was becoming excited and
enjoying nakedness on my bed with a boy. Knowing I was
a virgin with no previous sexual contact of any type
with a boy, not even a true kiss, I wasn't certain what
would happen or what the final act of sex would be like
if things progressed that far.
Lying nude with a boy on my bed my mind thought back to
just minutes before and not only was I inexperienced,
but had wondered what I should take off first and if I
should say something. Not wanting to sound stupid I
kicked off my sandals and then reached to slip my top
over my head. From then until I was nude, nothing was
spoken by me, but I loved hearing my friend as he told
me how he enjoyed seeing me nude.
With both of us nude on my bed, I loved it when my
partner said, "Oh yeah, you're beautiful. Your titties
are so pretty and you have blonde hair on your snatch
like on your head. Gee I feel good seeing you naked."
While I was listening to the boy with me and he also
being nude, I looked at his penis and saw it was hard.
He had a growth of hair around his thing and some down
to the sides. His thing was sticking up in the air and
looked so hard... not drooping like those on the Greek
statues that were stubby things, as I though all boys'
things must look like. My voice was shaky, but I told
him, "Your thing is big and so hard looking. It's
beautiful."
Watching movies in the theater or on television,
reading novels or magazine articles didn't give me a
real understanding of the sex act. Although I was
fifteen years of age, I understood I shouldn't do this
thing that was bringing me such pleasure. In fact I
considered my acts more playful than enticing.
What this meant to the male that was seemingly enjoying
my body and those parts that distinguished me from his
own. Assuredly from his actions he was finding
considerable pleasure in my allowing him to do with me
as he wished from the time we undressed in front of
each other a few minutes before and now reclining on my
bed with his hands and fingers touching me at his will.
Now a boy was kissing my breasts and sucking my puffy
and muted pink colored nipples. Actually the color of
my nips and surrounding areolas were so faint it was a
very light pink. The sensations in my nipples and
breasts were unbelievable. The boy's acts were causing
my body to become what I considered heated. There could
be no doubt but I was enjoying the feeling of sexual
excitement and I swear it traveled down and centered in
my pussy.
Within a few minutes the boy was sliding his hands
across my stomach and only moments before had caressed
my legs from my knees, up across the sides of my hips
and onto my torso. One hand was gripping the breast
that wasn't between his lips, which he was stimulating
with his tongue. My body was his I knew if the boy in
my bed wanted me all the way.
I had written, "Boy now I understand what makes a girl
want to give up her virginity, even when knowing it has
been told she should save herself." Thinking back to
that day and time, realize that I needed a male to take
me and is most likely why I permitted things to go so
easy in undressing and the boy to touch and do with me
as he desired. Further, I wanted to have sex, yet
couldn't ask the boy to take me.
My world was spinning around faster and faster when the
boy took my hand and placed it within his own. His
strong, but young fingers opened my own fingers which I
was holding tightly squeezed within my palm. Once he
had my fingers open, he placed them around his firm
penis and moved my fingers until they tightly clasped
the smooth and hard flesh of his erect manhood.
Listening as he spoke in a way it seemed he was having
trouble breathing and speaking at the same time as he
told me, "Geeeee, oh gee your hand feels so good around
my peewee. Move your hand up and down on my peewee...
you make it hard... yeah like that - jack-me-off. Oh
shit I'm gonna' come! Ugh - yeah I'm coming off, I'm
squirting my come! Stroke me harder and faster... like
that! Oh yeah I'm coming again! Oughhhh my gawd Darla,
I'm going off!"
My mind went into overtime mode as I considered, "So
this is what come; and a penis feels like, especially
when it squirts off. Golly it feels so warm and slick
on my hand and fingers... hee-hee; it's all over my
titties. Do you want me to taste your stuff?" I asked
knowing it was what I wanted, and had nothing to do
with or regardless if the boy wanted me to taste his
stuff or not.
Now the opportunity to satisfy something I had recently
desired to do and that was to taste semen. My friends
spoke how they loved sucking a guy off and drinking his
come. Some didn't like it, but most of the girls who
said they did oral sex enjoyed the taste of a guy's
come.
The words I asked seemed to come from my mouth on their
own accord. I loved feeling his thick stuff sprayed out
and on me. My hand moved to my lips and I tentative
tasted his stuff. Ho boy, it tastes different, but not
bad... I like it and proceeded to lick the stuff from
my hand and fingers.
Perhaps I can suck him off like Jennifer said she did
her cousin, but wouldn't have sex and wanted to stay a
virgin. This girl was one of my favorite girls to be
around and we both had stayed virgins when most of our
friends had lost their maidenhoods, as Jennifer called
her hymen, by this time in our lives. Not wanting guys
know she would do anything but allow the boy to touch
her breasts on the outside of her top. Jennifer would
suck her cousin Danny and permit him to play with her
sex and even inside her panties, but wouldn't allow him
to take them off body.
Immediately I understood why guys must enjoy stroking
their rigid and also durable male organ as I felt its
softness in my palm. I wanted to continue jacking him,
as he called it, but he said, "Wait a little; you make
me feel so good I can't take any more right now. Its
better when you stroke me than when I do it my self.
The boy asked me, "Darla do you play with your snatch?"
and his body jerked as I moved my hand down and capture
the wrinkled and tightly puckered sack under his still
quivering penis. His penis was now dripping stuff from
the end and it was thinner than when he shot his stuff
all over me.
"Do you feel enjoyment when my hand holds your peewee?"
my voice asked in a melodious tone. Speaking to him as
if I was in a trance, "Your peewee feels good. What do
you want to do to me with you nice peewee, or will you
show me? Would you like stick it up my p-pussy?" and
his reply let me understand exactly that he'd like to
push it up deep inside my little pussy when he told me.
"Heck yes! May I fuck you? That is what we would be
doing if I put my up dick up really deep inside your
little snatch. Have you ever been fucked? Tell the
truth Sweet Darla, have you ever fucked?" and suddenly
he knew that the girl he was with wanted him to do her.
"Does he already know I'd let him push this pleasant
feeling thing up inside my sex if he wants?" my mind
thought and I asked my self, "Does it hurt the first
time as some of my friends had said?"
Then I spoke in such a soft voice I wondered if he
heard what I said, "Until you did today no one has ever
seen me naked. And no one has ever touched me like you
are --- no one has ever asked me or that I know of who
wished to - f-fu-fucked - fuck me... and," I made the
sound 'burrrr' after I said fuck in a drawn out and
hesitating manner.
Hearing his voice ask in a nearly impossible to hear
question, I knew what to expect before much longer,
"Your still a virgin? You'll permit me to fuck you? Oh
yeah I'd love to get your cherry. You're serious; I can
have your cherry and be the first to fuck you. Gosh I
want that in the worse way... I've always wanted to be
with a girl... I've never done it before either, Darla.
You'll be my first and make my life complete. Now I am
going to get my first girl and her cherry. Wow, what a
trip!"
Slowly I felt the boy slip his fingers down and begin
touching the thatch of maiden hair on my mons. My mind
was playing a game of questions during the total time I
was being touched and what I believed was made love
too, and with. Then the tongue within the boy's mouth
closed around my nipple and down over as much of my 32-
A cup size right breast as could fit inside his damp
and sucking cavity. He commenced to flip my harden nip
over and over with his oral digit.
My maiden hair was being pulled lightly by the boy's
fingers and I sobbed out from the pleasure the tug of
the few hairs growing in the patch at the top of my
opening. Next I felt the fingers move downward and
clasp the few hairs growing half way down the small
lips outlining my sex. Gently he pulled my pussy lips
to such an extent I understood it was forcing my pussy
open, exposing the interior of female opening to his
view.
While experiencing this act on my body, the person who
was exploring my body moved his mouth from my nipples,
down to where his face was resting on my left thigh.
One hand of my companion gripped my left leg and moved
it apart from the right. There was no doubt in my teen
mind that the boy was looking directly at my little
hole and its surrounding labium.
"Gee - oh wow; it looks so different from what I
thought a girl's snatch would look like... it is all
pink and wet inside," he told me as if it was such a
surprise he couldn't believe what his eyes were
viewing.
Next I felt a finger moving into my sex and it was
exciting and I moaned out, "Uh... uh... oh not so deep
as that kind of hurts... no, you shouldn't kiss me like
that," I voiced in a pitched whinnying sound.
Next I felt a male's lips kissing my sex, and his
tongue licking up and down my female cut. Suddenly his
tongue settled on my tiny clitoral hood and he was
sucking the miniature penis like protrusion at the top
of my slit.
Suddenly his tongue was flipping back and forth across
my love button and it stiffened. A chocking sob echoed
from my mouth, "Ughhh, oh I feel as if I'm floating on
a cloud. Gee Buddy I'm getting it! I'm going off, oh
wow!" and my legs shot straight out and my feet pointed
downward. Meanwhile my toes curled down as if they were
trying to hide under the arches of my feet.
My legs clamped around Buddy's head as my orgasm peaked
and subsided to a shallow pleasure, unlike any feeling
I'd ever experienced. I seemed to be experiencing
levitation as I whispered in a softly, "Buddy I never
knew such things were done like you just did, oh that
was wonderful."
"You liked that? Don't ever tell anyone I kissed your
snatch... my buddies would tease me to no end," and as
he spoke he moved up over my body.
Suddenly I knew what was to occur as Buddy settled his
body over mine and between my legs. He stretched my
legs wider with his hands and the side of his legs.
Ready or not, a penis touched my still tingling sex,
probing and bumping all around my opening. Then it
happened, it slid into me about an inch, a boy's thing
was going into my virgin sex.
Speaking excitedly, I said, "Buddy you can't do it to
me. I've never before! No one's ever touched me until
you just did... oh Buddy its hurting when you shove it
deep. Oh my - no; stop Buddy... Buddy you're pushing
against my virginity... we can't! Ughhhh, oh Buddy you
going in me and it hurts! You must stop, we can't
you're my twin brother! Stop! I'll do anything else!
Ayieeee, oh it hurts!" by then it was too late and I
understood my fifteen year old twin brother had just
taken my virginity.
For the next couple of minutes I felt my twin brother
moving on top of me and his hard thing - his penis -
stroking back and forth within my body and when he
stiffened and shoved deep inside me, I understood he
was filling me with his male juices. Yes, I knew my
brother's semen was coating the inside of my vagina. My
mind for a briefest instance caused me to consider I
might become pregnant.
Buddy pressed against me and I felt his hard pelvic
bone pressing against my love button. My arms and legs
clasped my own brother's body to mine and I cried out,
"Buddy, oh Buddy I'm getting it... off."
We lie together for some time, but don't know for how
long. Finally I said to my twin, "Buddy, move off me
you're smoothing me you silly boy... do you understand
what we just did? Oh dear brother, it was wrong for us
to mess around. You shouldn't have gone up inside me
and gone off in me. I'm just as wrong for allowing it
to happen as you. Do you know what I mean? Buddy... I
... like you... a lot. Did you like doing it to me?
Tell me what it was like for you to do me. Did you
enjoy being my first?"
I watched my brother rise up from my body and saw he
had blood on him.
"Buddy, oh gosh you've got my blood on you... let me up
so we don't mess up the bed." When I got up from the
bed I could see blood on the sheet and it was a very
red spot. The area between my legs and across my pubic
area was covered with the evidence of my lost
innocence.
With an inquisitive voice Buddy asked, "Wow, is all
that blood from your cherry? You were my first Tammy. I
got your cherry and it's all over both of us. We better
shower and wash the bed sheet so mom doesn't see it
when she gets home. Did you enjoy what we did sis?" and
to my surprise he pulled me in his arms and kissed my
face over and over.
Finally he kissed my lips and I was feeling a real kiss
from a boy, and when he wedged his tongue in my mouth,
I allowed mine to meet his and slipped my tongue inside
his mouth and brushed it across his teeth.
Buddy broke the kiss for only a moment, but before he
commenced kissing me once again, he said, "Hey, you
just gave me my first French kiss."
"Me too... you French kissed me before I did you... its
nice isn't it Buddy?" and my lips were being pressed
open by his tongue once more.
"Darla, did you like having sex... especially sex with
me for your first time? Will you let me do you again?"
my twin asked as he hugged me to his firm and young
body tighter than before.
Uncertain what to reply and not sound like a sex hungry
girl, I told my twin brother, "You made me feel good...
I really liked what we did together. You can do me
again - sometime big brother."
"Help me with the sheet and make certain we don't get
it on the comforter. Heck we will need to wash the
mattress pad, also."
Then I told my twin, "Yeah I liked it Buddy... you
won't tell anyone what we've done will you? Please
Buddy, don't ever tell anyone. Would you like to do it
again sometime? If you keep it our secret I'll let you
do me again. Oh Buddy I liked doing it - liked it a
lot."
My brother hugged me tightly to him and placed his lips
next to my ear and whispered, "Before you shower, would
you suck my dick?" and I felt his penis jerk against my
body as he asked.
Knowing his penis had my blood on it, plus his and my
own sex juices, I wasn't certain I could suck his thing
before washing it. I kneeled and my face was directly
at the level of his erection. Opening my mouth after
shutting my eyes, I moved my mouth forward. The taste
of my blood was unique as my lips took his erection
between them. I moved my mouth until I couldn't get it
any further down over his hard penis. I listened as
Buddy told me what he wished for me to do with his
erect manhood.
"Move your mouth back and forth on my peewee like you
did with your hand. Yeah, now flip your tongue all over
the end... oh gee that feels great! Will you suck it
like you would a straw?" and I felt his penis quiver
within minutes and only a few minutes at that, before
he gave me his male tribute.
"Yupppp... umphhhhh," I moaned out as I felt my mouth
filling with the thick emission of his squirting teen
penis. My brother was squirting his come down my throat
and I tried to swallow his come as he asked.
For whatever the reason I wasn't offended when Buddy
moaned, "Oh man Darla, you're sucking my cock... you're
making me come!"
Yet I could take only a small amount down my throat
before pulling my mouth off him as I choked. His penis
squirted the thick cream all over my face and I had
just opened my eyes to look at his cock when it shot
more come out and it landed on my eyes.
After we placed the sheet and mattress pad in the
washer, we walked to the shower and took one together.
I enjoyed his hands washing my body and he asked me to
wash him after he had done me. While he was washing my
back, he moved his finger down and washed between my
hips.
Buddy rubbed his finger tip over my anal opening and
pressed his finger against me. Slowly I felt him
penetrating my rear opening and I simply stood silently
as his finger wedged its way up into me. After some
time he moved it in and out of my butt and it kind of
burned, but I stood still and held my legs apart to
permit him greater access to my inner soul.
Neither of us spoke and after some time my twin brother
asked me, "Darla, will you do this to me?" and somehow
he moved so his hips were turned toward me, yet didn't
remove his finger from my bowels.
I couldn't get my finger in him, and in a sultry voice
explained, "You need to stop... I will do it for you,
but you need to take your finger from me and turn your
back to me." slowly I moved my finger to his puckered
opening as he stood leaning forward with his face
resting on his arms on the wall of the shower.
Buddy pressed his hips out away from the shower so he
was bent over somewhat. I watched with complete
fascination as my finger entered his rear opening. When
he asked me to move my finger back and forth in him and
eventually asked me to jack him off while I fingered
his butt.
No more than a couple minutes passed and Buddy sobbed
out, "Darla my Darla, I'm gonna' come! Oh gee its
coming now... aughhhh yes, oh yeah!" and watched as my
twin brother's body shook and his come squirting on the
wall of the shower.
I pulled my finger from his butt and told him, "Turn
around quickly." and when he did I started sucking his
penis once again.
Our first summer together as lovers was fulfilling and
sexually gratifying and assuredly entertaining and
amusing. When I twin worked his penis between my boobs,
and they were so small they didn't give him the
pleasure he expected after reading of the act in some
book. He laughed and told me I needed more tits if I
expected to titty fuck.
This caused me to laugh, and both of us laughed like
crazy the time I made him go when I rubbed his penis
between my feet. We experimented with sex in ways that
brought wonderful pleasure but also humor by our
fantasy attempts at certain sex acts.
Shortly after starting sex I knew it was necessary to
request that my mother put me on birth control. When
she asked, "Have you engaged in sex already Darla?" it
was necessary to lie to my mom and I told her, "No mom,
but just in case some guy likes me... you won't be mad
if I start having sex, will you?"
Buddy and I both dated others, but sex was limited to
each of us finding pleasure together. This lasted until
I was a senior and a boy who was a real brain and I
worked on a science project together and it ended up
and led to a sexual encounter between us when we
attended a four day state contest together. The sex
with my class partner was okay, but it seemed so
strange to have another boy doing me.
Jason got me off twice the first time he did me, and I
enjoyed finding his penis was longer than my brother's
by at least two inches, but wasn't as thick. My
question on penis size was answered on that trip if
nothing else came from engaging in the act with my
class mate. For the first time ever I lied to Buddy
when I returned home and he wanted to know if I had
done anything with Jason. I'll always remember telling
my twin, "Of course not... my sex is yours only."
Buddy asked me once during our senior year of school to
let him do my butt. That one time is the only time I
ever let a guy do that. It wasn't necessarily a bad
experience, but something I didn't truly enjoy. Yet I'm
glad it was my twin who got me to try anal sex.
***
The last time we had sex was the day before our senior
prom. We both joked that maybe we should have went to
our prom as a couple and be like everyone else and get
a hotel room together. He laughed when saying, "Can you
believe it, what would our friends say if they knew I
was banging the Prom Queen?" and Buddy bent double as
he laughed at his question and my embarrassment.
"Yeah, will how about the fact I've been doing the
valedictorian? Don't forget you've been banging the
valedictorian, but I hear she is easy when it comes to
you. Buddy can you imagine we are both class
valedictorians?" Moments later we ended up in my bed
having and enjoying sex for the rest of the day. This
was our last time to share each other's bodies and both
of us attended our prom with the date we selected. Both
of us enjoyed sex more than once with our prom dates by
the time the following A.M. arrived.
Knowing the trip to the South Pacific will result in
sharing the same bed with my brother, my only true
concern was how my twin brother would find my body
after all the years that passed since we were teens.
Although I was trim, and considered unpretentiousness
by those who knew me, my vanity kicked in a couple of
years ago and I under went breasts augmentation.
***
The day I finally stood nude before my ex and the area
over my breasts was completely healed from having the
implants, he looked at me and grinned. Foolishly I had
believed that once the bruises and swelling disappeared
after the surgery, the man I wished to impress,
laughingly remarked, "Having computer tits won't make
you any better of a fuck."
That comment started the end of the road for my
marriage and I slept in the guest room for the next
week. Finally I relented to my ex begging that I return
to our marital bed. Yes, sex happened that night, but I
merely lie under the man who took me the next couple of
minutes.
During the next six months of my marriage our
relationship went from bad to terrible. Eventually what
small amount of civility was left between the two of us
was finished in a heated exchange. One Friday night he
came home around midnight and I could smell some
woman's perfume on him when he attempted to engage in
sex with me.
Jumping from bed, I turned on the light and walked over
and turned on the bedroom light and told him there was
no way he would ever penetrate me again, especially
when he came home after being turned down by one of his
hussies.
There was no way I couldn't take his pandering ways any
longer. That night I asked my ex-husband to move out,
and told him I knew about his love affairs over the
past five years, but thought perhaps he would stop
cheating.
Our divorce was nasty, but when we finally went before
the judge after fourteen months, I left the court room
a happy and satisfied ex-wife. My ex was ordered to pay
me alimony, a high monthly payment for child support
which continued while our child completed college. I
was awarded our home and half of our investment
portfolio.
Walking from the court room and out into the hallway, I
looked at my ex, smiled and winked and walked to where
he was standing with his attorney and whispered in his
ear, "I've been getting with guys since the first year
of our marriage. You were so stupid and never realized
you slipping your small manhood into me and other men's
sperm was swimming around in my pussy. They all told me
I was the best and tightest they ever had. Revenge is
so sweet you ass."
There was no truth to the comment, but my ex called me
and tried to get me to admit about what I had told him
outside the court room. I knew he was likely recording
the call or having his attorney listen in and hoped I
would admit to adultery on my part and the divorce
settlement could be reworked.
When he would harp on the matter I would tell him, "You
know I never cheated during our marriage as you did,
and how did you enjoy hearing the women I had hauled
into court and testified against you and their
admitting to having sex with you?"
Now my life was back to square one, so to speak, and
although I shouldn't do this, I was going to enjoy sex
with my first lover for two weeks. My mind reverted to
the day we were fifteen. I hope we find pleasure with
each other once again.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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