Virgin Sex Stories: My First Time
My First Time
I’ve always been … adventurous. Exploring all sorts of … things, people, and places. It didn’t take me long to find out about my body, for my fingers to find the deep caverns of pleasure and the small buttons of ecstasy that I was born with. By ten I had explored it all, especially with long fruit.
I was an early starter. The early bird gets the worm, right? When I was eleven, my small rose buds had more than begun to develop. And there were lots of other birds out there wishing they had the attention I had, even from older men.
By the time I was fourteen things were more than settled in. I’m sixteen now, and everything has matured, but this story is about my first time, so I’ll describe what I was like back then, looking at this picture in front of me.
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I’m wearing a pink skirt, a small blue top, spaghetti strapped, and that’s it. I found out early that underwear only hindered my naughty hands, so why bother. Less laundry, right? Under the blue top were my pair of 34 B breasts, my nipples hard in the photo because I had been dealing with some .. hard company.
All guys love my tits. Because they’re beautiful. I’m not making it up, each guy I’ve been with has said, after I take off my top, and my tits fall down from the shirt, jiggling, the words ‘beautiful’ ‘gorgeous’ or ‘jesus’. There isn’t much difference between me with a shirt and me without one, but their jaw always drops. And then its their pants.
I’ve never grown much hair on my pussy but any hair that was that no longer is; I make sure to shave every day. It makes me feel sexy. My pussy has always been small, even though it can stretch to fit some big big guys. It’s probably because I’m a petite girl, 5′4” in that photo, and now 5′5”. I weighed 100 pounds then, and now I’m 105. Thin but I eat whatever I want, and I always swallow.
My hair often gets me compliments. Brunette with wavy long hair past my shoulders, and I have bang which some people cannot pull off but god I can. I’m not afraid to stare at guys with my eyes. They’re green with little pockets of yellow. My mom used to say I have cat eyes because I’ll look at someone intensely until they look away. Most of the time, if it’s a guy, I’m fucking him in my minds eye, and I like to see if they can tell. Normally they look away immediately. Some of the fun ones keep looking. And sometimes the get to look as I ride them hard. Hard.
That was me two years ago. Maybe I’ll tell you about myself now in a later naughty story. But let’s get on to it. My first time.
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I’ve always seemed prudent. I’m sexy. I am sexy. One more time. I am so so sexy. I love it. I love being a woman. And everyone can see that. But not everyone gets to see where it goes, if I want to take it there.
My mother had always been very strict with me, maybe because she saw all the cucumbers under my bed, I’m not sure, but since I was ten she had lectured me about pregnancy, safety, connection, trust, comfort. I listened to hear but my body told me a different story. It controlled my eyes looking at my fathers friends, looking at their pants, and their chests, their shaven faces, and their eyes. It wanted hands grabbing me, ripping off my shirt, pushing me against walls, being rough with me. It wanted cock, plain and simple. It wanted big wide long cock. Some girls liked those horse dolls. I don’t get that.
I kept my sexual desires to myself. For awhile, that was enough. But as I got older, my mind wandered more and more. Down. I had to fight to keep composure, to not let everyone know that I’d often walk around school soaking wet, running to the bathroom to get off, calm down, relax.
In middle school, when I was thirteen, I had a boyfriend. Nick. He was popular. He was a jock. He was dumb and stupid. We were all pretty young then, everyone, it felt, more so than me. But he really didn’t get it. He just wanted to kiss. I wanted to play. After five months he let me touch it, through his pants, and after he came, he broke up with me. I never got that.
I was a freshman in high school. I was 14. I was hot, and I still am. First day of classes everyone dresses up to look special, they wear their nicest clothes. I did. And did I get attention.
The seniors quickly found out I didn’t wear underwear when they spanked me in the halls. That … peaked interest.
But they were all amateur, simple, stupid, boring, one orgasm wonders. I knew it, looking at them, I could see right through them. They were hunters of prey. They didn’t care. Not enough to make me feel good.
And that’s what I wanted. So I waited. I watched for the right one.
September passed. October. Then November. I was ready, so ready it burned hot each day, each hour. But I wanted to find someone who knew how satisfy me. Someone who knew what I wanted.
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And I did. His name was Brian Riggins. Not your typically good looking guy, sort of messy, a little confused, walked around in his head most of the day. He played basketball. He was a junior, 17 years old. He didn’t really try to fit in but he wore similar stuff to most the guys. Except one thing, he had a brass metal ring on his left pointer finger. It was simple but beautiful. Most people thought it was stupid, you could see them sneer at it, but I knew it meant something more than that, and some girls looked at it, at his hands, and smiled a knowing smile. I wanted to find out what they knew.
It wasn’t hard, planting my little seeds. It’s easy to bump into someone and accidentally drop your papers. Opps.
It was a Tuesday. I had figured out he had Chemistry class first period, and that he almost always showed up late. I skipped class to wait for him, hiding behind the door I knew he always walked through.
It was 9:15 and he showed up late, right on time. I let him get ten feet in front of me and then I darted quickly behind him and right before he could see me I “tripped” in front of him, and landed on the floor in a big mess. My skirt was pushed high up my legs and if he couldn’t see my wet pussy, he was damn near close.
“Oh shit, I’m totally sorry, you came out of .. nowhere. Are you okay?” Brian’s voice was lower than I expected, low for a 17 year old.
“God no, my ankle is twisted, I don’t know if I can .. get up.”
“I’ll go get someone from the medical office, they’ll be able to–”
“No, it’s not far, just help me there.”
Brian wavered. Even I made him a little nervous. Was it my eyes? How I looked into his?
“Um, okay. Try to keep all your weight on your good leg, lean against my shoulder.” He picked me up and held me around my waist, his arms thick, tanned, strong, holding me tight, holding me close to his body.
“Oh god, it hurts too much. I don’t weigh much. Could you just carry me?” Maybe this was a little much, but I wanted to make sure he knew how I felt, how I was wet.
“Um… what’s your name?”
“I’m Natalie. What’s your name?” I already knew.
“Natalie, I’m Brian. And I’m not sure it would be … appropriate. Um, given your .. condition, and your .. cloth–.” So he had seen.
“Brian. I need you to help me.”
“Look Natalie. I’m not sure what kind of help you need. And I thought you hurt your other foot.”
“Brian.” I looked in his eyes. I told him what I wanted. What I thought he had. How I felt right then, as he held me. I pressed my body up closer to his, feeling his heat, smelling his chest, and feeling his cock stiffen on my stomach. “I think you know what I want.”
“Um…what?” He was growing inside his pants.
“Tutoring! I suck at chemistry. Sorry, this is such an awkward way of asking, I know, but my parents are getting really mad and I don’t want to get put in some ’special kid’ school, you know?”
“Yeah, special school sucks, I guess, I mean I wouldn’t know–” he’s so cute when he’s nervous, “–um, but yeah sure I can tutor you I guess. Do you have a personal number so I can avoid your parents? I mean not that I want to avoid your parents, it’s just that you said you don’t want your parents to know and, I mean you know what I mean.”
I couldn’t help but smile. He’s adorable. And I had a sneaking suspicion he was someone totally, utterly, and uniquely different when he was .. brought to that level.
I gave him my number and a little kiss on the cheek. “Okay, Natalie, see you on Thursday, in the afternoon?”
I could wait two days.
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Longest two days of my life. Un-fucking-bearable. Thinking about Brian was enough to drive me overboard, and seeing him walking down the halls did not help. My teachers were worried if I had a blader infection because I used the bathroom so much. I had to wear my one pair of jeans and use toilet paper in between classes so it didn’t look like I was having toddler issues. A totally hot mess.
Thursday afternoon finally rolled around. I had to go buy a chemistry book after school because I didn’t have one. The things we do for love, or hot hot sex for the first time.
I prepared myself carefully after I got back home. I showered, shaved, blow dried my hair, put on some perfume, and then my outfit. A white spaghetti top, no bra of course, and a silk black miniskirt. Makes me feel sexy just thinking about it. I had been dying to see Brian and so were my nipples. My mound was already red and filled with hot blood. I was wet. Totally, utterly wet.
Brian called my phone at 4:10. Before answering I began to imagine his big cock in my mouth.
“Hello?”
“Hey Natalie, it’s Brian. Calling about our tutoring .. deal.”
“Hey Brian, okay so my parents are gone from the house until six when they get back from work. So you can just come here, if you want.”
“Oh okay, you don’t want to go to the library or something?”
“No, no the library is distracting. There’s so many books and old people. It’s scary.”
“Haha, yeah I guess. Alright, what’s your address?”
I told him my address. It turns out that Brian lived pretty close to me. All the better.
“Okay well I’ll be right over I guess. Is there anything I should bring?”
Fuck. Condoms. Oh well.
“No, just you and your talent.”
Brian chuckled over the phone, almost knowingly. I guess he did have a big head after all. I mean, so to speak.
We hung up and I waited on my black leather couch, my legs twisted together to hold in what I wanted out, and I waited.
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Brian arrived five minutes later. His hair was still wet from showering. Good boy. It looked like he hadn’t shaven since the day before because his face was covered in a dark brown layer of stubble. My skin is soft and this might hurt. But it might also feel good. Whatever it did, it was masculine, sexy, rough. Exactly what I wanted.
He wore a blue button up shirt with vertical white stripes. It had that worn look, creasing around his body instead of the finely pressed whatever that it comes as in a box. It rested against his arms and his chest beautifully, clearly showing the bulk of his biceps and his strong, muscular pecs. He wore khaki pants that fit him nicely, accented his waist and his nice firm ass. He knew which clothes fit him. He looked good. Yay.
“Hi Brian.”
“Hey Natalie. So um, yeah where should we do this?”
Inside my mind I was smirking. All over. We’ll do this all over everywhere. Again and again.
“Right here is fine. Do you want something to eat or drink?” Besides me, I thought.
“Yeah water would be great. And actually yeah do you have an apple or something?”
“Yeah, red or green?”
“Red. Delicious.” He laughed a little. I guess it was clever. I was too nervous to notice.
I got the apple and the glass of water while he set up shop in the living room. I walked back in and he had all the books, some paper and a pencil out to begin tutoring. This wouldn’t be hard to fake. I knew nothing about chemistry.
“So where do you want to begin?”
“Here’s your apple. Okay well lets start with chapter one I guess, I’m really lost.”
Brian flipped to the first chapter and began to eat the apple. He started talking to me about the topic, chemical conversions, atoms, electrons, neutrons, ions… I only heard little snippets of words. I was too caught up with his eating, watching his jaw chomp into the apple, closing down with sharp intense movements, his cheek bones moving up and down, the intense sound, the crunch, the slurping. I wanted that apple to be me. I wanted it so bad.
“Natalie.”
“Um yeah?”
“Natalie. Are you paying attention? What did I just say?”
“You said chemistry is hard?”
He smiled. “Okay Natalie. We’re going to try a different approach.”
“Okay. What is it?”
“First you’re going to stop watching me eat my apple–” I blushed “–and then we’re going to do a question game. I’ll teach you something, then I’ll ask you questions about it, and if you get them right you’ll get a reward.”
“What kind of reward?”
“It’s a surprise. Alright..” He started talking about the electronic charge of elements and how that determines how they are sorted in the table of elements. It was really stupid but I paid attention, sometimes losing focus as I watched his lips moving up and down, opening and closing. He talked for five minutes and then he stopped and asked me questions.
“Okay, Natalie. How many electrons are in Hydrogen?”
“Um, 2.”
“Good.”
“What’s my reward?”
“Okay hold on, another question.” He moved a few inches closer to me. I was starting to get more aroused. I felt my nipples swell and harden under my soft white shirt. He had to notice them, how couldn’t he.
“What does a +1 ion mean?”
“It’s got one more proton than electron.”
“Good!”
“What’s my reward?!”
“Natalie! Goodness. Patience is a virtue.” And your big cock is a blessing, I was thinking. He moved another five inches closer to me. I could hear his breathing. Could he hear mine? Fast. Short.
“Okay Natalie. I’m going to give you your reward. Are you ready?”
“Yeah. I guess.” What was it?!
And then he kissed me softly on the lips. It was perfect.
“I thought that’s what you wanted. Right? You don’t even take chemistry. I help out at the student office. You have a crush on me and you wanted your first kiss. Right?” First something.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do. How did you know?”
“It’s not too often that a girl will wait for me to show up late to class to ‘trip over and fall’ on me accidentally.”
I was totally red in my cheeks. Ahh! He knew. But how much did he know?
“And I know what else you want.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. You wanted me here for a reason. That shirt you’re wearing, that little skirt, that’s the reason.”
I was so nervous and my pussy lips were so full of hot heat and my nipples were so hard. “Yeah. I want you.”
“What do you want Natalie?”
“I want you Brian. I want you. I want to feel you. Your arms, your chest, your neck, your ..”
“My cock.”
“Your cock. I want to feel your cock. I want it in my hands, in my mouth, in me. I want all of it.”
“Then go for it.” He took my hand, moist with perspiration, and put it on the bulge in his pants. It was like a big hot cucumber. So wide, it pulsed as I rubbed it through his khaki pants.
“That feels good sweetheart. That feels really good.”
“Oh god Brian it feels so good. It’s so big.”
Then he moved out his big arms and with his thumb and index finger he pinched my nipple. A wave of electricity shocked my body, pulsed through from my nipples all the way out to my fingers and toes and my little hard clit. “Oh god. You’re making me so wet. God.. oh god.”
The bottom of my skirt was soaked. He stared deep into my eyes. Then he looked at it. At my pussy. And he lifted up the top of my skirt. And he stared at it. At my clit. At my wet, hot, ripe pussy.
“Red. Delicious.”
He got on his stomach and started kissing my feet. He started slowly, biting softly, grabbing my legs, sometimes hard, almost too hard, and then gently. His tongue worked its way up the inside of my calves, and then my thighs, getting closer and closer to my hot spot. It was insane. His tongue, so hot, making me hotter, making me want it on my pussy, licking my clit, sucking on my pussy lips. It felt like forever and it felt so so good.
Finally he was there, teasing me, teasing my pussy. I was moaning so much, screaming “God Brian, fuck me with your tongue, just fuck me, god do it, fuck me please Brian, please just lick my clit.”
“More sweetheart. More. Beg for me.”
“Brian god Brian just do it. Brian just fuck my pussy with your tongue, just fu–”
And then he licked my clit. Once. And I came. I came harder than I’ve ever come before. “Oooohhh BRIAN I’m coming I’m coming I’m COMING!” A rush of my pussy and I came all over his tongue, his face.
He looked up at me and smiled. He knew what I wanted. And in his eyes I could see that he knew how to give it to me.
His head moved back down between my legs, licking and sucking on my pussy lips, softly and then hard and then gentle and then rough. His tongue was like a chameleon, always changing textures, always pleasing me in different ways.
He started going faster, licking closer and closer to my clit, the heat from my body emanating on his face, lighting him up, he started moving closer and closer and closer and I was so close, he was so close. Then he licked my clit again. And I came even harder, even longer. “Oh fuck, Brian, again, I’m coming again, I’m coming oh god oh God OH GOD Ohhhhh….”
I heart was beating a mile a minute. I was panting like a dog. God I was on fire, soaked, my whole body wet, pulsing, electricity. I never knew this level of pleasure was possible. And it was running through my body, up and down, getting more and more intense each second, like fire, wild, crazy, fire.
“I want to be in you Natalie.”
“Oh my god. Brian I want you in me. Let me suck your cock. Let me feel your cock in my mouth.”
Brian smiled and stood up. I raced over to him, got on my knees, and started to undo his belt. The bulge in his pants was gigantic. Long, wide, big. I unzipped his khakis. He wasn’t wearing underwear. My man. It fell out, his half hard, nine inch cock. Jesus. It was beautiful.
I pulled his pants down around his ankles and he slipped them off. I took his dick in both my hands, looked up into his eyes, and put the head in my mouth. I massaged it with my tongue, getting it wet with my saliva, kissing it with my lips, licking it in my mouth. I rubbed his shaft up and down, slowly, pulling the hot blood towards the head, feeling it pulse like an awakened dragon.
He was getting bigger. Widening in my mouth, his dick was almost too much. He filled me up entirely. But god it was so hot, rubbing his cock with my tongue, my lips, I couldn’t stop. I wanted him to come too.
He started to breath heavily. He started to thrust his hips, his cock darting in and out of my mouth. He was moaning deeply from his chest, saying my name, and it only made me go faster, sucking his cock deeper down my throat. And then, like an earthquake, it happened. His cock started pulsing like mad, my small hands grabbing his dick and rubbing it towards my mouth, rubbing his cum down my throat, his head like steel, pounding my mouth, and then he came. And he came. And he came. Ten pulses of hot cum down my throat. I swallowed almost all of it. But it was too much, it dripped out down my lips and my chin, dropping on the floor.
Brian collapsed back on the couch, panting.
“Jesus Christ Natalie, that was the best blow job I’ve ever had.” I had done a good job. Yay.
“You’re not all done, are you?”
“Sweetheart, I don’t even know what that word means.”
He lifted me up and threw me on the couch. His cock was still hard. I sighed happily. Finally. It was going to happen.
Brian spread my legs gentle, wrapped his big hands around my hips, my small waist. He took his cum covered cock and used it to rub my clit. It was a harder sensation than his tongue but god did it feel good. He started getting me closer, and closer, close like he was feeling it too, feeling the feeling of my body, like he knew right before I was going to come.
Then he rammed my pussy. And I came. I screamed, screamed deep in my body, throughout my body, shivering pulses of ecstasy from my pussy outward to my fingers, my toes, my nose.
“Brian!!!!!” His name. For him, because of him.
Then he slowly drew back his cock until just the head was in me, his shaft soaking with my cum. And again he rammed my soft pussy with his 8 inches. I began my next vaginal orgasm, slowly. Each time he pushed his rod deep inside me, it grew an inch, and then two…
Until I was ten feet tall and he was ramming me deep and hard and fast while I rubbed my clit, staring into his eyes, and then I came again.
And as I came, I felt him become harder than steel, blood pump and pulse through him, his cock grew longer and wider, his face turned red, shot up to the sky, and we both screamed together, embracing each other is sexual pleasure, sharing the most powerful orgasm either of us had ever experienced.
He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing short shallow breaths.
“That was un-fucking-believable,” I said. Never before, that hard, ever.
“God, you were so good. Have you ever done this before?”
“No.”
“What, no way.”
“It was my first time.”
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Written by FoxxyMomma
Copyright www.naughty-stories.net April, 2008
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