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The Eighth Virgin
by Realoldbill (address withheld)
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A young female is on the prowl for unsullied boys and
finds her eighth victim almost by chance. (mf-teens,
youths, reluc, 1st)
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This week, I'm still not sure who or how, I'm going to
get number nine and be ahead of my stinky brother.
He's got eight red dots on his dashboard, symbols of
the eight virgins he's deflowered, although I suspect
some of them were really sluts that lied about it. It
doesn't matter. I just got my eighth boy, one of the
best and I'm still a bit sore, my labia glowing with
A&D ointment, but either Joe James or Michael Nulley
is going to do what I demand and give me his cherry.
I've already got both of them primed and they both
have sizeable cocks, which is what I want and need.
One will be nine and the other number ten. And I'm
three years younger than my stuck-up brother and his
big cock.
I typed number eight's info into my data base,
estimated him at 7.5 which might be a slight
exaggeration, and leaned back and smiled. I had been
babysitting last night, Friday, two cooperative little
kids, an easy ten bucks, when this tall boy came in
the back door wearing a gray uniform, their older
brother. I didn't know they had one.
So he saw me and stopped and blinked. That was when I
knew I had him, right then, nailed. I know what I look
like and how men look when they see me. He was nearly
pretty he was so handsome, tall and lean with a close-
cropped haircut. We said hi to each other and I told
him his folks had gone to dinner and a movie. He said
his name was George and he went to a military school
on the edge of town, out in the sticks, stayed there
all week. "I just got promoted," he said proudly,
"first sergeant. And we're free this weekend, until
Monday morning."
I hugged him and kissed him hard and leaned back in
his grip, our bellies mashed together, and said,
"Congratulations." I could feel his cock hardening.
Well I'm, let's admit it right now, pretty exiting to
look at, jailbait my daddy calls it. I wriggled and he
took his hands away, mouth hanging open. He let me go,
blushed and said he was going to go take a bath and go
to bed.
"Need any help?" I asked.
He ran up the stairs.
I straightened up the mess I'd made with the kids,
waited a few minutes and when I heard the water stop
running, quietly went up the stairs and waited in the
hall, feeling my belly quivering, my pussy leaking. In
a minute he came out naked, rubbing his hair with a
big towel, and I squealed.
He turned toward me and dropped the towel. Obviously,
he had been playing with it. And it was a beauty
sticking straight out from his well-muscled body,
prime, at least a half-foot of rigid boy member.
In the last year and a half I've become something of a
connoisseur of cocks, and most times I can judge
length and girth with just a glance and usually
estimate endurance as well when I see them jump or wag
about. I just the love the up-curved ones but the
straight-out horns were OK too. I really can't tell
you how many I've handled.
George's was kind of thin but it was curved and
pointed upward, and I smiled and licked my lips,
planning on at least three sweaty couplings, one with
me on top. I sure hoped he was cherry. He looked it,
shocked and embarrassed.
I walked across the rug in the dark hall, rolling my
hips and tensing my chest muscles as he reached down
to pick up his towel and hold it to his belly.
"You look so good, George, really good," I told him.
And he did, thin but well-muscled, a handsome, well-
groomed kid who was about to get the thrill of his
young life. "I just love your muscles, especially that
long one."
He nodded and ducked into his room and closed the
door.
I laughed and followed, then leaned back against the
closed door and stripped off my clinging polo shirt.
He stood there frozen so I stepped right up to him
smiling, my boobs jiggling, my big nipples hard and
pointed up at him. He made some funny noises in his
throat, gulped and swallowed.
"Have you ever done it?" I asked sweetly as I grabbed
his towel and tossed it away behind me. I always
check. I've humped a couple of dozen guys who were not
cherry, but right now it's virgins I want. I just love
teaching them and breaking them in and being their
first. It's extra exciting, the cherry on top if you
don't mind the pun.
His mouth fell open and he shook his head; his eyes
were riveted to my breasts, but his cock floppy
limply. I think he might have been drooling. My tits
are worth drooling over, especially when my fat
nipples get excited. I lifted one and licked it. He
whimpered and backed up. His prick was, I was glad to
see, alive.
"Did you come in the shower, jerk off?" I asked calmly
as I stepped toward him, reached out and grasped the
head of his trembling penis. It was firm and warm; it
filled my palm, and I grinned at him, twisting my
fingers around the flange as if I were going to
unscrew it.
He shook his head and gulped as I stroked down the
hardening shaft and then back up a couple of times. I
had been right, six or seven inches and decent width,
like the handle of an aluminum bat.
"Well you don't want to come too quickly, do you, so
let's take care of that." This was a lesson I learned
early on. I've had virgin boys ejaculate before they
got it all the way into me and cry like babies in my
arms as they begged me not to tell on them so I always
want my lovers to have come at least once recently,
and blow jobs, while they aren't my favorite activity,
do the important task of priming those testicles. Most
young men are multi-orgasmic and have short recovery
times, but one of my eager virgins rolled over and
fell asleep after humping me just once. I kicked him
in the balls before I gave up on him and don't even
count him in my eight.
I held back my long, blonde hair and bent at the
waist, giving him a first class look at my dangling
boobs and then I licked around and sucked in his hard-
ridged glans and reached down to grasp his dangling
scrotum and squeezed firmly. His nuts felt like golf
balls. He squealed and arched when he came, and I
swallowed down his jerking explosions of jism, rich
and sticky as they were, just a bit salty but very
generous outpourings. I swallowed and stood up
straight, smiling, with goo on my lips.
I shook back my hair and licked my lips, getting it
all in, and smiled at him and then kissed him and
tongued his mouth giving a taste of his own cum. I
could feel his cock trapped between us and getting
hard again, fully aroused which is how I wanted him,
eager for friction.
He looked at me dumbly, shaking his head. "I've never
done it," he gasped as I griped his long prick firmly,
feeling it pulse and harden, the tube on its base
going quickly rigid, his balls tensed up tightly in a
sack the size and shape of a baseball.
'That's Ok," I told him. "I have and it's natural,
normal, nothing to it. And it's fun." I took his hand
and led him to the bed. "Let's start here with you
behind me." I faced the bed, leaned over and spread my
long legs. "Now step right up and put it in. OK?" I
could feel my outer labia fluttering and dripping. I
reached between my legs and spread my lips to make it
easier.
He made funny noises but got right up behind me and
laid his cock in my butt crack. "Where?" he asked, his
voice cracking.
"Bend your knees," I told him, holding back a curse.
He was maybe six feet tall and I'm only five-eight but
my legs are longer than his I think.
I reached back between my legs, grasped his blood-hot
cock and set its slick head at my dripping folds. I
petted it a couple of times, feeling veins pulsing,
and stroked its length. "Now push," I told him, trying
to relax my entryway.
In it slipped smoothly and easily, and I had virgin
number eight.
"Good boy. Now push it up and in, deeper, much deeper.
You can do it. Hold my hips if you want or grab my
jugs." He whimpered but he shoved it up into me and
filled me.
"Oh, oh, oh," he sobbed as he sank up into my clinging
depth inch by wonderful inch. I gave him a couple of
ripples and squeezed gently, not wanting to scare him.
'Yee," he cried, but he rammed onward.
"Now back out slowly and push in again, get moving." I
reached back and slapped his butt.
It took a few minutes, but he quickly got the idea and
pretty soon he was smacking us together, and we were
both grunting and heaving. His cock seemed to get
thicker as he fucked which was nice, and I could feel
his hard balls tensed at its base as he pressed them
to me, but then I felt him hold it deep and his whole
young body shook as he came and came and came, filling
me with his hot semen. Just what I wanted.
"More, more," I demanded, but he sank to his knees and
his big rod popped out of me.
I turned and helped his stand, kissed him and said how
well he had done, how strong and manly he was. I
always tell them that. Then I lay back on his bed,
legs spread and knees raised and urged him to climb up
and mount me. "I want to see you do it, get in between
my legs, you're so handsome, so big and strong," I
told him. 'This is called missionary, this position."
He nodded and clambered up, his still hard cock in his
hand and in less than a minute he was balls deep and
wrapped in my long legs and we really started fucking.
George bounced me off the bed, arched up and gasped
for breath before he climaxed again and squealed with
pleasure or relief or something.
He pulled it out and flopped down beside me, breathing
hard, his cock still long but rather flabby.
I hurried off the bathroom and squeezed out what I
could, washed my groin and hurried back to praise him,
lick his prick and suck his now much smaller balls
until I had him tense and upright. He just laid there,
a smile on his lips as his prong stood there all by
itself.
"Now it's my turn," I said with determination. I
hadn't come yet, but I was sure I could bring myself
off with his help.
I mounted gently, easing my hot body down on is iron-
hard rod, rocking from side to side and telling him
how strong he was, how big and hard, how good, how
brave and manly. Then I brought his big hands up to my
breasts, leaned forward and rode him, moving up and
down on his loins and shoving six inches or so of his
manhood in and out of me as I ground my clit into his
bones and coarse hair.
"Do it sergeant! Do it, hard and deep!" It was good
and I was close.
I felt it coming deep within me, let myself down on
his muscular body and orgasmed twice, gasping and
groaning and, I'm sure, scaring him as I clamped down
and my whole body shook.
I rolled off and lay beside him, well satisfied, but
then I felt his hand exploring my body and grasping my
breasts and then pawing my belly and probing my well-
satisfied cunt.
"More," he sighed. "More, more!"
I felt down his hard stomach and was surprised to find
his upright cock, standing there proudly and dripping
with my juices.
"Don't hurt me," I whispered as he rolled over atop me
again, rose on his elbows and after several tries,
managed to get his cockhead into my dripping slot. He
smiled down at me. "Here he comes," the eager boy said
as he thrust, sighed, closed his eyes and then
collapsed, shivering and mewling. "I can't, I can't."
I left him there, face down on his bed, pulled up the
covers, found my clothes and went back down to wait
for the parents to return. By the time they did, my
breathing and color were back to normal and I told
them their son had come home and gone to bed. I was
sore but happy.
As I said, number eight was a good one.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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