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Alyssa's First Time - 2
by Alyssa B. (no address provided)
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The continuation of a 13-year old girl's sexual journey
with her mother's boyfriend. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st)
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PART II
"Close your laptop..." he ordered as he stood in my
bedroom. The 35-year-old fiancé of my mother had flirted
with me, kissed me, seen me naked on a spy camera and
had caught me masturbating with my mother's sex toy. Now
he was preparing to cross another line and have me.
The command made my knees weak as I closed the laptop
lid and looked at this man towering above me.
"Come here," he said. "Stand up."
I climbed out of bed not knowing what to expect. He knew
I was a virgin, and he knew I wasn't sure I wanted to
have my first time just yet. He had said there were
other things we could do, but I wasn't sure what that
meant. I stood there, instead, looking at this man. I
was wondering what he would do to me.
I remembered the sounds of my mother crying in pain the
night he had raped her anally. I hoped he wouldn't be so
brutal with me, and in a way I knew he wouldn't. He
respected me, she disgusted him.
"Alyssa," he started softly as he slid behind me and
cupped my breasts in his hands, "a man and woman are
intended to enjoy sex. The key is making sure the two
want the same thing. We want the same thing. You want a
man, you are curious. I want you. You are a young woman,
a submissive young woman who needs to be taught how to
please herself and her man. Am I correct?"
Woman?! I was 13 years old and had never thought of
myself as a woman. Sure, some of you are going to think
that I was (and am) a girl. I should be playing with
Barbie dolls and such. But this man was holding my
breasts--breasts bigger than some of yours--and talking
about me as a "submissive young woman." I was
speechless...and damp.
His hands moved further down and slid into the
sweatpants I was wearing. No man had ever... oh...
god.... No man had ever touched me like this, I thought.
I felt him massaging the surface of my vulva and my
clitoris was throbbing with anticipation.
"You have a two choices to make, Alyssa," he announced
into my ear, softly. "Do you want me to take you in your
vagina--to lose your virginity to me now? Do you want me
to take you in some other way and leave you a virgin but
show you oral or anal sex?"
He paused.
I could hear the laughter in his voice as he said "I
remember you seem to like toys in your ass, if that
helps."
"I don't know" was all I could muster. I really hadn't
thought of alternatives. I had heard of oral sex, but I
didn't really know what it meant other than the words
"sucking dick" and "eating pussy." As for anal sex, I
kept hearing the sounds of my mother being raped by this
same man. I'm pretty sure anal would mean a lot of
pain...more than giving him my vagina.
"You don't know?" he asked.
We stood in silence as he massaged my clitoris beneath
my clothes. Finally he spoke, saying, "Well, you have
one other choice...."
I didn't say anything.
"Would you like me to leave and we can wait for another
day to explore this?" he asked.
"No," I replied. It was the first decision I had made.
"Okay," he almost chuckled in my ear as he pulled my
pants down to my mid thighs. "What would you like your
first sex act to be? Vaginal sex is clearly off the
table. You're not ready to lose your virginity. Would
you like to try oral or anal?"
I froze, not knowing what to say. Finally after an
eternity I replied, "Whatever you want to do."
I knew he was smiling, even before he turned me around
to face him. There I was standing before this man who
was soon to be my stepfather and who at the same time
was more like a boyfriend. My sweatpants and panties
were pulled down, exposing my bottom and my knees were
quivering in fear, anticipation and uncertainty.
"Strip!" he commanded.
"What?" I asked.
"Take off your clothes. Show me that beautiful body."
I started taking off my shirt. Then I removed my bra.
Eventually I removed my pants and panties the rest of
the way and stood stark naked before him, feeling
vulnerable and nervous. It's hard being a girl. I'm not
the supermodel type you see on television. I'm not fat.
I'm just the typical girl with typical insecurities.
Would he think I was pretty, standing there at age 13
with my body on display?
"You are beautiful," he said. It was the one sentence
every girl wants to hear.
He paused and pointed at my feet, still covered in
socks. "Socks? Do you not think your feet are
beautiful?"
"I don't know," I answered.
"Remove them," he demanded.
I did.
"Now, you are naked. You are beautiful from head to toe.
Lay on your back and spread your legs."
Again I complied without even thinking, expecting him to
mount me and ignore my desire to remain a virgin. Had he
done so, I would carry that regret today. But I would
have let him. For some reason I wanted this man who
thought I was beautiful to be satisfied in a way my
mother was clearly incapable of satisfying him.
He didn't violate me, at least not in that way. Instead
I felt his face between my legs. His hot breath and wet
mouth massaged me until I had the first orgasm I hadn't
caused myself. He didn't stop. He kept going until my
body erupted a second time. The third time I started to
beg him to stop. I was feeling like I could not go on,
but he forced me to a fourth and fifth orgasm before
finally climbing up to kiss my nipples and eventually my
mouth.
"Did you like that?" he asked.
Duh! "Yes," I answered.
"Are you ready to satisfy me?"
I nodded, expecting him, still clothed to undress and
fill my mouth with his manhood. He did no such thing.
Without hesitation, he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me
over onto my stomach, pouncing his 200lb frame on top of
my teenage body.
In my ear he whispered, "You won't get pregnant this
way."
I heard the snap of a bottle. It was the same click you
hear from a shampoo bottle. I looked and he had a small
bottle in one hand that read "KY" with the rest of the
label concealed by his hand. I wasn't sure what he was
going to do until I felt him smear the gooey lubricant
between my buttcheeks.
I was scared. I was nervous. He told me to relax, but
that just made me more tense. His fingers were circling
my anus slowly and it felt good, but not good enough to
relax the anticipation that was tightening my sphincter
muscle with every moment.
"Are you ready?" he asked as he opened his pants, still
otherwise clothed.
I didn't respond.
I felt his penis slid between my buttocks. He began
stroking it up and down from the back of my vagina to
the top of my anus, working the lubricant over his
shaft. It felt huge compared to my 95lb body. Then he
stopped moving it and for a long time it sat positioned
outside my body. It was ready to penetrate me. I felt it
slowly press forward just enough to make contact.
"Open your mouth, baby" he whispered in my ear.
I opened my mouth before realizing what he was planning.
He shoved a wad of my bed sheets into my mouth,
explaining. "It's okay. You're gonna want to scream.
This just keeps us from getting the cops called."
It was at this point that I knew how my mother probably
had felt the night he had woken her from a drunken
stupor to rape her the same way...only I had asked for
it.
I screamed when he pushed it in with full force, ripping
my anus open and becoming the first man to enter my
body.
I'd like to say he was gentle, as he had been in so many
ways before. He was not. It must have been around 11:30
in the morning when he had come into my room. It was
3:30 when I went to shower after he was done with me. He
had ejaculated in my anus after what seemed an eternity
of thrusting on top of my body as I lay face down on the
bed. When he was finished, he had me roll onto my back
and he mounted me again.
"I want to use you again, baby. This time I want to look
in your eyes when I come," he had said before having his
second time with my ass. When it was over, I had a hard
time walking to the bathroom to shower. It felt like I
was taking the largest poop I had ever taken. My butt
was bleeding, which I guess a girl should expect after
her first time. But I knew I would tell no one because I
had wanted it.
My mom got home after work around six as usual. She
cooked dinner and tried to act like everything between
her and her fiancé was happy-go-lucky. I wonder what she
would have said had she known there was a blood stain in
my panties, probably mixed with her fiancé's semen. It
was the first of several dinners where I would sit
watching the charade my mother and her fiancé were
playing. He had clearly decided he had made a mistake
proposing to the woman he was to marry but saw no easy
way out - especially since he was having sex with me.
That night I heard them having sex in their room. I
fondled myself in the dark, remembering the night he had
crept into my room to kiss me. It hit me that something
had changed. That night was the first night I had
fantasized about him being with me and not me being my
mother in the next room having my pussy pounded by this
man who could inflict pain and pleasure so confusingly
close to one another.
He must have thought the same thing. I woke up in the
middle of the night to his kiss. We cuddled quietly on
my bed for a long time without saying a word. The two of
us didn't speak, it would have ruined the moment. I
decided somewhere in the haze between sleep and lucid
thought that this man would be my first in any way he
wanted.
The next day was a Saturday and my mother wanted to get
a massage. She was definitely enjoying the better income
of her fiancé, who paid for the spa treatment that
afternoon. While she was away, I learned that I really
do not like giving head.
"Baby," he said as he looked down at me on my knees in
front of him. "I really don't enjoy blow jobs. But I
want you to know what this is so you can make up your
own mind."
He unzipped his pants and produced his penis. I've seen
other penises since that day. His wasn't the largest. It
wasn't the smallest. It was definitely above average by
a respectable margin. But for a 13 year old, literally
face-to-face with her first penis, this was the largest
penis in the world.
I had no clue how a girl could be expected to fit all of
it in her mouth.
"Just relax and focus on the tip and the bottom," he
guided as he inserted his manhood into my mouth.
"Watch the teeth and just move it in and out of your
mouth."
"That's it," he encouraged. "Your tongue feels great on
that cock, Alyssa."
He only put it in a little too far once. I gagged and he
apologized. I felt his hips thrusting slowly as I bobbed
my head back and forth on his penis. Eventually I felt
it start to swell. He was moaning and I caught a glimpse
of his eyes closed as he looked down at me. Then,
unexpectedly my mouth was filled with a hot, thick,
nasty fluid. I guess I was lucky I swallowed without
thinking. I didn't have to deal with it long. But the
after taste was the worst thing I have ever experienced.
It was even worse than being fucked in the ass.
"Here," he said, offering me a can of coke. "Drink. It
will help wash down the taste."
"What was that?" I asked. "Was that come?"
"Yep," he replied. "You were great, baby."
I noticed - a little late maybe - that when we were
playing lovers, he called me baby. I don't know if I
liked that. I guess I'm used to it now. All guys call me
baby when they're getting to use my pussy for a play
toy. All I noticed was that with that little love name,
there was also a change in the way I was thinking.
My mother never suspected a thing. She never knew that I
was having sex with her fiancé. I'm not sure she ever
will know. What I knew that afternoon was that I'd
swallowed my first load of semen and that I was going to
let this man enter me the right way... and soon.
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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