From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Tammy's First Times (FM, first)
Date: 28 Jul 1996 02:55:22 GMT

			 Tammy's First Times
		 Tammy Gets Her Plumbing Cleaned Out

	I couldn't believe it! I'd gotten a date with Ian, the high
school quarterback! He had to be the cutest hunk on the team, if not
the school... and he'd asked ME out! While still a virgin, I'd been
thinking long and hard about sex. At sixteen, it seemed most girls I
knew had lost it. I'd been saving it for the right guy, and it seemed
to me that Ian was `the right guy'. Tonight was the night... the night
of the date. I couldn't wait!

	I was so excited I took off home at lunch, deciding to skip
the afternoon from school in order to get ready for Ian. My parents
would both be away until at least five. My Mom worked every second day
for a Real estate company, and would be gone till five-thirty.

	I was taking a nice long bath, dreaming about what would
happen with Ian, and softly caressing my breasts, when my fantasies
were rudely interrupted. There was a knock at the apartment door.

	I ignored it but it repeated several times. Go away, I thought
crossly. Stupid salesmen.

	Then a few seconds later there was a knock at the bathroom
door! I gasped, my hands covering my naked chest as I looked at the
door. I was frantic, thinking my Mom or Dad had come home early.

	"Hello," said a voice. It was a man's voice! One I didn't
recognize!

	"Hello. It's Conwell," the voice said.

	Shit! I thought. Conwell was the management company that owned
the building.

	"What is it?" I asked, shakily.

	"Umm... I have a work order to fix the sink in the main
bathroom," he said.

	My heart sank. The fucking sink had been broken for a week and
he has to come now?!

	"I could come back tomorrow afternoon," he called through the
door.

	And tell my Mom what? Shit! Double shit!

	"NO! Just a second!" I called. I jumped to my feet, water
cascading off my naked form loudly. I reached for the towel and
furiously rubbed off, then grabbed for my housecoat... which I hadn't
brought into the bathroom because I was alone in the house.

	I pulled on my little t-shirt nightie.

	"I can come back Miss," he called again.

	"No... It's... " I flung open the door and stopped in shock.

	The man was huge!

	"It... it's okay," I sputtered. He must have been six foot
four or five, and had huge broad shoulders.

	His mouth crinkled into a smile as he looked at me. "You're
sure?"

	I nodded franticly, stepping forward and almost running into
him, and then stepping back instead to let him into the bathroom.

	He was probably around twenty five, or thirty. He had thick
curly brown hair, and a face that reminded me of Mel Gibson.

	"I hate to interrupt a lady's bath." He grinned.

	"Oh, that... that's okay," I squeaked, almost forgetting that
I was practically naked here. Then I happened to catch sight of myself
in the bathroom mirror. The little nightie only just covered my crotch
and revealed far too much of my thighs, and...

	I pulled my arms up and folded them across my chest. My body
was far from dry and the thin white material had dampened to the point
of being nearly transparent. My breasts were all too visible through
it.

	I turned to go and put something on, but he stopped me. "What
was it that was wrong with this?" he asked.

	I turned back, embarrassed, but unable to be rude to him by
running off when he'd asked a question.

	"Uh... it... it's the... pressure," I stammered. "It keeps
going up and down."

	"Must make it uncomfortable to take a shower." He laughed.

	I drew in a mouthful of air. "No... no it doesn't effect the
shower, only the sink."

	He nodded thoughtfully. "Oh okay," he said.

	I turned to go, but then he called to me again.

	"Would you mind holding this up for me?"

	Shit.

	He handed me this long heavy flashlight before I could object,
and then opened the doors to the cupboard beneath the sink and got
down on his knees and crawled half inside. Then he turned around on
his back as I held the flashlight and pointed it down into the
cupboard.

	My eyes couldn't help fasten on his tight jeans and the way
they hugged his hips, not to mention the prominent bulge at his
crotch. I tried to pull them away, but they kept wandering back.

	Then it suddenly occurred to me that from his position he'd be
able to look up under my tiny nightie and see my bare pussy. I tried
to slide sideways, but couldn't keep the light trained properly when I
did. I finally compromised by kneeling.

	He couldn't see my pussy now, but I was even closer to his
bulging groin. My body was heating up faster and faster, and I didn't
understand why. The guy was really sexy and all but he was way too
old, besides, I was going to do it tonight for the first time with
Ian, a guy I really liked.

	But my hands were sweating on the flashlight, and my legs
sweated as I held them tight together, and my breasts were swollen.

	My nipples poked through the thin material, as if he couldn't
see them anyway through the nearly sheer stuff.

	I crossed my free hand across my chest again.

	"Okay," he called. He started to wiggle out and I had to get
up. I knew he'd have a good view of my cunt if he looked but there
wasn't anything I could do about it.

	He ignored me though, both to my relief and disappointment. He
pulled off the knobs on the tap and fiddled with something, then
turned to me.

	God he was so gorgeous!

	"Would you mind holding this?" he pointed to the right tap and
some gizmo sticking out of it.

	"W... what?" I stuttered.

	"Just put your finger here?" he asked.

	I had to use my left hand to do it since he was on my left and
I couldn't reach the thing with my right. I reached my hand down and
held it against a little metal rod, belatedly realizing my tits were
exposed again, and putting down the flashlight I'd been holding with
my right to cross it as unobtrusively as possible over my chest.

	But I had to lean forward, my hips across the edge of the
counter, and that meant the hem of my nightie rode upward...

	My mind was spinning, racing between warnings and fears and
embarrassment to excitement, lust and horniness. My body shivered as I
felt his gaze sweep over me, and I suddenly realized with a certainty
I didn't understand, that he had indeed been looking at me, looking at
me all the time, up from beneath me to my nakedly displayed crotch,
and down from above me to my nearly naked breasts.

	I couldn't look at him. My skin reddened. It was all I could
do to keep myself from running. I stared down at my finger holding the
little metal rod.

	Then I gasped in shock as I felt his hand touch the bottom of
my left buttock. My nightie had ridden up across my ass and his hand
stroked the revealed skin very softly. My hand trembled as I continued
to hold onto the little metal rod. I still couldn't look at him.

	His hand moved with more confidence, sliding across my
buttocks, caressing my skin as it rubbed up and down and then squeezed
very lightly. Then I felt his fingers move down between my buttocks,
slide over my asshole and then down onto my...

	I straightened up abruptly, turning quickly to face, him,
backing up against the bathroom wall as my wide eyes stared up into
his face. He wasn't smiling anymore. He looked down at me with a
smooth, unruffled, calm look.

	He moved forward, and I backed up until I hit the wall. My
lips opened to protest, but nothing came out.

	Then he was against me. His arms went around me, sliding onto
my back, pulling me against him. His head descended, and my lips were
covered with his.

	I was trembling in fear and excitement, not knowing what to
do, how to react. I was dizzy, confused. His tongue shot into my mouth
and his hands slid down my back to my buttocks again. He cupped my ass
with one huge calloused, work hardened hand, pulling me against him.

	His other hand was between us, pushing against my breasts,
squeezing the inflamed skin. I moaned loudly, helplessly. The touch of
his hands on my body was arousing me more than anything I'd ever felt
before, far above and beyond what I'd felt with Tommy.

	His hands gripped the bottom of my nightie and then before I
knew what was happening, or could react, he brought his hands upward,
pulling up my nightie. In a second, perhaps two, I was naked,
shivering against the wall, staring up at him fearfully.

	I tried to cover myself with my arms but he grabbed them,
holding my wrists in his hands, then together in a single hand,
pulling them up above my head as his other hand slid around me, pulled
my chest out.

	His mouth slid downward onto my breasts. His hand moved down
and cupped my ass again. My mind was spinning madly as lust mounted
within my groin. He sized my right nipple in his lips and sucked
fiercely, making me gasp in delighted shock.

	"No... " I whimpered. No, it wasn't supposed... it isn't
supposed to be like... like this.

	He pushed me back against the counter, spreading my legs,
lifting me up onto the surface. My mind was torn between pounding
excitement, terrified fear, and horrible embarrassment.

	His hands went to his pants and they dropped away. He wasn't
wearing anything underneath and his erect penis sprang free, pointing
directly at my pussy as he stood between my legs. I stared at it. I
couldn't help myself. His cock was so much bigger than the few I'd
seen to date. It was a dull angry red, covered in veins and ridges.

	His hands slid onto my hips, pulling me downward so my ass was
on the edge of the counter.

	I closed my eyes, and then felt his cock push against my slit.

	I could feel the moisture inside me leaking out as he applied
pressure, but I was sure he'd never be able to get his huge cock into
me. The pressure at my cunt entrance mounted.

	I felt my cuntlips pulled apart, shoved open as his hard
cockhead pushed into me. I groaned again, this time from pain, as his
cock-knob shoved into me, pushed past my pussy lips and embedded
itself in my body.

	I felt my cuntlips close slightly as his cockhead passed them
and his slightly thinner shaft held them apart. Then he humped against
me. He threw my body backwards as his cock lunged into me, thrusting
in another two inches or so.

	He pulled back, his hands on my thighs holding me in place,
then he lunged forward again, driving his cock up into me to ram
against my hymen.

	"Hot Damn," he whispered.

	He pulled back, then slammed his body forward. His cockhead
crashed into my cherry with brutal force and tore right through.

	I screamed, at least I think I did. My mind was totally
disoriented. My body twitched and trembled and shuddered as he drove
his big cock deeper and deeper into me. I gazed down the length of my
body, eyes bulging as they took in his big hard pole seemingly
sticking out of my crotch slit.

	Then he lunged forward again. Pain sprayed through my system
as I watched his cock drive further into my hole. My ass was rocking
on the sharp edge of the counter, but the pain was as nothing compared
to my newly violated pussy sheath.

	Again he slammed his hips forward, stabbing his cock deeper
into me as I sobbed weakly and gasped for breath. "Just a little
more," he whispered.

	He pulled back. I could feel his hard, ridged penis moving
back down my tightly stretched fuck tunnel.

	Then he slammed forward again, driving his cock deep into my
guts, seemingly piercing my very soul as it skewered me. His hips
ground into my buttocks and thighs as he buried his entire man tool
inside my wailing, spasming crotch hole.

	He held it still inside me, and I could feel it against my
guts, throbbing and pulsing as his hips rubbed against my skin. His
hands slid over my belly and up onto my chest, encircling and
squeezing my breasts.

	"That wasn't too bad now was it baby?" he gasped.

	"Jesus Christ you're hot and tight!"

	He caressed the skin of my chest, circling around and between
my breasts, sliding down across my stomach and then onto my thighs
again. He lifted and separated my legs, holding them back so my knees
almost touched the counter to either side of my body.

	He pulled back slightly, and I moaned in response, then he
moved forward again. Very slowly, he began to repeat this, sliding his
cock up and down my cunt chute in very slow, short movements.

	After a few minutes the pain began to fade. My cunt loosened
enough for him to speed up and to lengthen his stroke. It slid up and
down my fuck tunnel with comparative ease now, and I began to feel the
sensations coming from my clitoris as his penis slid over it.

	I stared up into his eyes for the first time, realizing I knew
nothing whatever about this man who was making love... no, who was
FUCKING me. That's what's happening, I thought. I'm being fucked,
screwed, balled.

	His cock was sliding in and out of me like a pumping piston.

	I stared at the long rounded rod as it moved in and out of my
body. It was hard to conceive of that long, fat tool going into my
body, and yet it was. It was going up inside me, up into that secret
place that I had always knew existed in my abdomen, but had never felt
or seen or touched.

	His cock slid forward, inch after inch sliding into that slit
between my legs. I watched my staining cuntlips grip the shaft as it
moved into me, watched the slick lips pushed down inside my cunt as
his endlessly long prong moved forward.

	Then his crotch was against my own. His pubic hair mixed with
mine, his skin touching mine, his balls touching my buttocks.

	He bent forward, his head coming down, his face rushing down
to meet mine, obscuring all else until it was flat against mine and
his lips joined against mine. He slid his lips back and forth, his
tongue dancing across my lips. Unconsciously, I opened them and his
tongue flickered about just inside my own mouth.

	He fucked into me slowly, his hands around my head, tangled in
my thick brown hair as he lifted my head up to meet his. I could feel
every inch of his cock as it moved back and forth inside me.

	It buzzed against my clitty almost continuously, first going
one way, then the other.

	My body was pounding with excitement, both lust and adrenaline
churned within me as he continued to work his big tool in and out of
me. He pulled my head upward further, lifting my shoulders from the
counter as his tongue shot into my mouth. It rubbed and rasped against
my own tongue, which belatedly responded in kind.

	Then he let my head go. His hands slid down onto my hips, then
encircled my waist. His fingers closed tightly as he stood up
straight. He grinned down at me.

	"Ready?" he asked, softly.

	Then his hips pounded forward, driving his cock deep into my
belly. His hips slammed against my buttocks, throwing me backwards.

	I cried out in sudden shock and pain at the fierceness of the
stroke.

	He jerked his cock out and then slammed it back into me again.
My head knocked against the wall at the back of the counter as I was
thrown backward by the force of his furious blow. He jerked my body
back towards him as he threw his hips forward again, bringing another
cry of protest from my lips.

	Instead of getting softer though, he pounded his cock into me
with greater power, and increasing speed. It was all I could do to try
and keep my body from being thrown around like a rag doll as he
pounded and hammered his long fat organ into me with a terrible fury.

	My mind blanched at the ferocity of his assault, and yet all I
could think of was that I was finally being truly FUCKED! My eyes
continued to watch raptly, as his penis thrust into that hitherto
tiny, closed slit between my legs, and disappeared into the hidden
recesses of my body.

	I was overwhelmed by the force and violence of this, my first
ever fuck. My head was thrown about by his hammering strokes, making
it difficult to see everything clearly. But I could feel.

	I could feel his hard hips pounding into my loins with a
forceful, hammering jolt. I could feel his hands, his fingers,
squeezing into the soft tender skin of my waist, fondling and stroking
and kneading the meaty, swollen flesh of my jiggling, bouncing
breasts, or squeezing and slapping my rounded ass cheeks.

	I could feel his tongue inside my mouth, his lips mashing
against mine, his hands entangled in my hair as he repeatedly yanked
my head up to meet his. I could feel the crinkly hairs around his
pumping penis as he rested his loins momentarily against my groin.

	More than anything and everything else though, I could feel
his penis, his organ, his COCK! I could feel it moving inside my body.
Every inch, every centimetre of its surface registered on my senses as
it pumped up and down that tight, secret tunnel inside me.

	I could feel the helmet like head as it pressed and mashed
repeatedly against the end of my cunt tunnel, deep inside me. I could
feel its movement along the velvety smooth walls of my cunt sheath as
it rode in and out atop that long fat shaft.

	That pumping, pounding, pistoning cock was activating and
igniting something inside me I'd never felt before. It wasn't just
it's back and forth rip-sawing movement on my clitty. It was the
churning gut wrenching sensations of a hard hot prick sliding up and
down inside my abdomen.

	It mesmerized me. It possessed me. Even as the excitement and
sexual fires of my body mounted. My entire focus began to shift
inward, to concentrate on my belly, down low where that hard rod was
moving up and down. My cunt, my crotch, that hot moist center deep in
the pit of my belly, began to twitch and tingle.

	It was like an itch, but one more powerful, more frenzied and
demanding than anything I'd ever felt before. It was like a hot
thrumming NEED, deep in my guts. It grew and grew as that cock
continued to FUCK into my body, as I continued to be hammered by his
powerful hips, as my body continued to be rocked and jerked back and
forth on the cold countertop.

	I found myself twitching from time to time, my body trembled
uncontrollably and my concentration was continuously broken and
fragmented. My eyes blinked and then rolled back in my head as my
vision switched off and my body concentrated solely on feeling.

	Somewhere at the back of my mind was a wonderment at what I
was doing. But my thoughts shifted and rolled in a bubbling sea of
feelings and sensations that obscured all other considerations.

	My feet were up on his shoulders, or so I observed, without
really understanding or caring. My eyes opened only now and then, for
no real reason, under no real control. My body was given over to
pleasure, to overwhelming pleasure.

	That pleasure was a continuous flood that washed through my
body from top to bottom. Now and then, as he did something like
squeeze my breasts or slam his cock into me with particular savagery,
a sudden fat dollop of higher, more intense pleasure would surge
through my system, sending shudders through my body.

	I came. I didn't realize it at the time, my mind being to
muddled and confused. But there was a sudden flaring increase in
pleasure, driving it upward into the realm of blinding ecstasy that
made my convulse and writhe on the countertop.

	His pounding pistoning cock continued to fuck into my
previously virgin cunt hole. I had no conception of time. I floated in
delirious pleasure atop that roiling wash of happiness.

	I came again, then again. My body seared, blistered by furious
washing emotions and sensations that obliterated reality and drove me
over the edge of sanity. I screamed, and howled, though I couldn't
remember afterwards what I'd said.

	I came again, with his pounding cock still ripping up and down
my tight hot, spasming little cunt tube. And then everything just went
blank. I dropped into a black hole and lost my thoughts entirely.

	When I woke up I still lay on the counter. I looked upward,
seeing the ceiling high above me, and wondering at first where I was.
I shifted my feet, only then realizing where I was, and that they were
hanging over the edge of the counter.

	I blinked several times, and rubbed my eyes. I looked down the
length of my nude body, and groaned softly. I slowly brought my hands
sliding downward over the hot, perspiring skin of my body.

	I cupped my cuntmound, which was sore and felt tender and
abraded. I managed to sit up, thought not without a deal of groaning
and aching. I pushed my sweaty, tangled hair back out of my face and
looked around the empty room.

	The tub was still full of water. My nightie was sitting on the
floor in a puddle. The man... I didn't even know who he was... what
his name was. He was gone anyway. I slid down off the counter, almost
falling to the floor because of rubbery legs.

	I shook my head, exhausted despite my... nap. I wondered how
long I'd been unconscious. The door was open. What would have happened
if my parents had come home and walked in on me like this?

	I pulled on the nightie, still damp, and wandered out into the
hallway.

	There was no sign of my sudden lover as I wandered through the
apartment to the front door and locked it. Holy Jesus, I thought. No
you've done it haven't you, you little slut?

	I cupped my crotch again, my mind running at high speed
through that furious, violent and undeniably pleasurable fucking.

	Wow, I thought. Wait till Toni heard about this.

	I went into the fridge and swallowed a belly full of milk
directly from the jug. My body seemed starved. I went back into the
bathroom then to finish my bath. I had to turn on the hot water to
warm up the tub as it had cooled some.

	It was only two thirty, so the guy hadn't been gone long. I
still had a lot of time to get ready for my date with Ian. It no
longer seemed quite so important to me. Here I was figuring out the
perfect, romantic spot to lose my cherry and I'd gone and lost it on a
countertop with my head banging into a bathroom wall.

	I wasn't even sure anymore about whether I was going to fuck
Ian or not. Clearly sex was a good thing, a great thing, a fucking
fantastic thing. I didn't need inexperienced high school boys with big
mouths to get it though.

	That guy had been a man, not a boy. I kind of felt flattered
that I could get someone to lose control of themselves like that.

	I mean, obviously if I told anybody about what had happened,
the guy would get fired, at the very least.

	Why should I settle for amateurish schoolboys when I could
fuck with a big, powerful, experienced guy like that? The stories I'd
heard from my friends didn't contain anything like the pleasure I'd
had from the wild events of this afternoon.

	Maybe teenage boys were just no good at fucking. Maybe the
best to be had were from men like... whatever his name was, guys in
their twenties and thirties, or maybe even older.

	Still, it would be better, I thought, to find out first hand.
I decided I would still fuck Ian tonight. My pussy was still buzzing
in the aftermath of my first fuck and was clearly ready for another.
I'd give Ian a try and see how he measured up.