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My First Time With Susan
by Anonymous (address withheld)
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It was impossible for me not to desire Susan sexually.
I had experienced orgasms in her brother's mouth and
ass many times during that splendid week of our brief,
homosexual affair. I was not an innocent virgin,
although she was. I wanted her so much, and I thought
about how I could have her, how I could persuade her to
lie next to me, naked on a bed and explore each other's
body. (mm, mf, youths, bi, 1st)
***
Greg was my best friend, starting in the seventh grade,
and we remained best friends until this day. Our
children play with one another and our wives are close
to each other. My wife, Susan, is Greg's sister, and I
must acknowledge that Susan is the only female whom I
have ever known sexually.
My only other sexual partner was Greg, when I was
twelve and he was thirteen years old. I had not yet
masturbated for the first time, but Greg had been doing
it for a few months. For one magic week we were
passionate lovers. Greg gave me my first orgasm with
his gentle hand as we lay naked on his bed, kissing
each other's pretty face.
For eight unforgettable days we experimented sex
between two guys. To put it bluntly, we fucked and
sucked each other at every opportunity until we were
utterly drained and exhausted. Then we stopped doing
it. We even ceased to kiss, although we remained the
closest of friends. We had learned what we wanted to
know about boy love, so we then turned to girls.
Susan, Greg's sister, was then eleven years old. Greg
was very pretty, but I found Susan to be absolutely
stunning. Like her brother she had raven hair that
shimmered dramatically, accenting the slight paleness
of her oval, childish face, the features of which were
so delicate and symmetrical. Two braids hung from
either side of her head, brushing her slight shoulders.
She smiled readily, but she was most beautiful, when
she was lost in thought, her upper teeth on her lower
lips as she pondered a question. When I first met her
she was clad in a skirt and a blouse, school clothes.
One of her knee socks had fallen a bit down her shapely
calf. If one looked carefully, which I did, one could
notice that beneath her blouse there were breasts,
probably small and pale, with roseate nipples, like the
hue of her lips. I speculated about it.
Susan was a delightful girl, bright and cheerful. She
appeared to be a totally innocent child, and, she told
me later, she had not yet masturbated for the first
time. She was very feminine, not at all a tomboy. She
played with dolls. After Greg and I ended our
homosexual experiment, I would think of him, of his
lovely, hairless body, as I masturbated.
I soon began to fantasize about Susan as I pleasured
myself, which I did then two or three times a day. At
night I would frequently masturbate remembering the
shape of Susan's legs, her bare knees and the soft
flesh of her upper calves and lower thighs. I would
think about the wonderful, unseen breasts, which poked
slightly at her blouse, and, at the moment of orgasm, I
would visualize her pretty, pale face, lost in thought.
Very soon I realized that I was in love with the girl,
who was eighteen months younger than I, but who, unlike
myself, had not yet awakened sexually. It was a
different kind of love than that which I felt for Greg,
whom, on occasion, I wanted to kiss again, but did not.
I felt protective of Susan, who was, to me, a fragile
treasure of inestimable value.
Every day I found myself at her house, ostensibly to
play with her brother, but mostly to see her and to
talk with her. Greg understood and gave me sly grins of
encouragement He knew how I was smitten, because he was
then in eager pursuit of one of Susan's classmates, who
lived down the block.
Susan liked me from the start, and she made herself
always available to me. She was a bold girl who could
make me blush, when she openly smiled into my face. I
remember the first time that I touched her and felt an
almost electric shock as my flesh came into contact
with hers.
We were in her backyard, behind the garage, playing
with her puppy, which scampered back and forth in the
fragrant, freshly mown grass. I took her hand in mine,
fearfully, expecting rejection. Susan looked at me,
beamed a smile and squeezed my hand. I so wanted to
kiss her, but I dared not, although she did not pull
away from me.
I soon had to leave, to go home and do some chores, but
I went straight to my room and masturbated, dreaming of
the beautiful girl with whom I was hopelessly in love.
It was impossible for me not to desire Susan sexually.
I had experienced orgasms in her brother's mouth and
ass many times during that splendid week of our brief,
homosexual affair. I was not an innocent virgin,
although she was. I wanted her so much, and I thought
about how I could have her, how I could persuade her to
lie next to me, naked on a bed and explore each other's
body.
Later, on that day when I took her hand in mine for the
first time, I returned to her house. We went again into
the back yard. Susan seemed to be eager. It was dusk,
quickly becoming dark, and we found ourselves alone,
out of sight of the rest of the world. We stood, facing
each other, behind the garage, our hands clasping. I
suddenly knew that she wanted to kiss for the first
time. I moved my face close to hers and she came to me.
We embraced and kissed. She did it so innocently,
without a pucker. I soon taught her and brushed her
sweet lips with my tongue. We kissed for a long time.
Susan ventured her tongue out to meet mine and we
kissed with increased passion, my right hand stroking
her back and the top of her butt. She pushed her body
at me, clutched me and must certainly have felt my hard
penis poking at her lower stomach. Susan was half a
head shorter than I.
We surrendered ourselves to our passionate kissing, our
saliva drooling down our chins, our hands busy fondling
each other's back. I knew then that she was there for
me, if I would exercise some patience and control. I
dared to move my hand to her left breast and feel a tit
for the first time. Susan did not pull away. It did not
fill my palm. It felt firm and soft, pointy. She wore
no bra. I moved my hand down to the bottom of her t
shirt and went under it, feeling the warm flesh of her
stomach. I moved my hand up and cupped her bare tit, so
soft and real. I pinched her nipple gently and felt
that I might have an orgasm, which I didn't.
When I moved my hand down her body and sought to
penetrate her shorts, Susan pulled away. She looked
into my face lovingly with a wan smile, palmed one of
my cheeks and said that she had to return to the house.
She left me there, behind the garage, alone. I pulled
out my engorged, aching penis and masturbated, spewing
my stuff on the closed day lilies.
The next morning I returned to Susan's house excited,
in expectation of resuming our fondling and kissing. I
was not disappointed. Her parents were away, and Greg,
with a knowing grin and a squeeze of my shoulder, left
the house. Susan, usually so bold and alive, stood in
the living room passively as I entered, staring at me
with obvious apprehension. I could tell that she had
decided to go forward with our relationship, but she
was too innocent to know how far that would be. She was
just a little kid, not quite pubescent.
Susan was clad in a t shirt and shorts. She was
barefoot. Her bare limbs were so shapely and looked
wonderfully soft. I wanted to lick her body, as I had
her brother's. She sat with me on the couch, subdued
and available. We clutched each other and kissed
desperately as I stroked the flesh of her bare thigh
boldly, knowing that I could touch her everywhere
without resistance.
I ran my hand under the opening of her shorts and found
my way to her panties, which were moist. I poked my
fingers inexpertly at her for awhile, until she reached
down and pulled my hand further up. She taught me where
to rub her, although she had not done it yet to herself
for the first time. I masturbated Susan as we kissed
passionately. She squirmed her pelvis against my hand,
breathing hard as she pushed her lips against mine,
squeezing me with her arms. She began to moan in
excitement and then eeked into my mouth as her first
orgasm ever overwhelmed her, convulsing her body.
I smelled a new aroma coming from her, as she slackened
against my body. I knew what I had done, and I was
thrilled that I had accomplished it. I took one of
Susan's hands and placed it on the bulge in my jeans.
She did not resist, but fondled my hardness, evidently
knowing that I too needed relief. I unzipped my fly and
struggled to pull out my rigid cock, so modest in my
youth. She gazed at it in wonder and played with it.
She later told me that it appeared to be so marvelously
ugly. I taught her how to stroke it and I soon spewed
forth as I sucked on her soft neck. I made quite a mess
and we were quick to clean it up, because we heard her
parents returning. I hurried out the back door and went
home, elated at the recent experience, knowing that
Susan and I were now devoted to each other.
For the next three days we could not find the time to
be alone with each other for more than a few minutes,
which we used to eagerly kiss and fondle. Then, on a
Saturday, my parents were gone for the day and Susan
was free. She came to my house and we immediately went
up to my room, which I had picked up a bit in
anticipation of her visit. We fell together upon the
bed and began to kiss and fondle each other with
increasing passion.
I pulled on her t-shirt and she lifted her body to
assist me in taking it off. I then saw her naked from
the waist up. She seemed to be so small. Roseate
nipples surmounted little mounds of tit flesh. I leaned
down and sucked on one. Susan pushed at my head and
told me not to do it so hard, that they hurt. I was
then more gentle with her, licking her tits and not
sucking. Her waist was so narrow and her tummy so flat.
I tongued her belly button, which was an inny. Susan,
who was again the bold person whom I knew, insisted
that I take off my own t shirt, which I did.
Then she set out to lick on my upper body, to my
delight, sucking on my own nipples, which were raised
on small cones of flesh, like tits. We played like that
for a long while, kissing and licking each other, but
we both knew that we wanted to experience orgasms.
Susan had already seen my penis, but I had not seen her
privates. I told her so, and we argued about it for
awhile, until she let me pull down her shorts and take
off her panties.
She had no pubic hair, of which I had just a little.
Her vaginal lips were slightly swollen, and I knew that
I wanted to kiss them, to find the place that gave her
so much pleasure and lick it. I pulled off the rest of
my clothes and we lay together naked, pushing our
bodies against each other, kissing with increasing
passion. I stroked the soft flesh of her slender thighs
and my fingers found their way to her slit as we
kissed. I masturbated Susan to a marvelous orgasm, and
once again she eeked into my mouth, her body
convulsing.
I was desperate for relief. I rolled on top of her as
we still kissed. Susan spread her legs and my cock
pushed at her groin, not finding the opening. She
reached down and positioned it, and then she thrust
against me with force. I pushed back and broke through.
Susan cried out in pain and tried to pull me off of
her. I penetrated her fully, however, and began to
piston in and out of her warm tightness. Susan no
longer resisted.
We looked into each other's face. Hers was sweaty and
showed discomfort, yet she thrust at my downstrokes and
clutched at me. It did not take long before I felt my
moment coming. I looked into the face of my beloved
Susan and cried aloud as I spewed into her
spasmodically, draining myself and filling her up.
We had made a mess of the sheets, both blood and semen,
which we later washed in the basement, still naked. We
showered together and then returned to my bed, where I
licked on her slender thighs and then gave her a
marvelous orgasm with my tongue. We cuddled for a long
time, and then we fucked again.
Susan did not experience an orgasm in fucking until
three weeks later, and then, until this day, she felt
pleasure every time.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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