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(mf-teens, youths, 1st, inc, rom) *** "Oh yes Buddy it's the same as it was when we were fifteen. Only so much better I voiced excitedly as I felt the first penis in more than two years sliding up inside my body. Oh my God I swear you're bigger... now, yes, I'm coming hard already. Move it faster and harder Buddy," I sobbed out as my body was rocked with a seemingly and never ending orgasm from the male who took my virginity when I was only fifteen years old. My body craved the blood filled flesh of my first lover's penis and the memory of this male who first gave me sexual pleasures didn't prohibit my knowledge that I shouldn't do this, no justification could be made for my welcoming this man between my thighs, but justification be damned, I wanted him to take me over and over. The weeks leading up to this sexual and personal reunion had my psyche charged so tight and primed for fulfillment, that I commenced to climax as the first penis I ever looked upon and a phallus that in just a somewhat short time after my eyes gazed upon the human rod years before was parting my sex and striking deep and fully within my sexual core. Wanting the human flesh inside my vagina didn't start to answer my needs as my arms moved around the back of the man lying over me, and my hands moved to hold his head and pulled his lips to mine. I kissed him with all the passion I had as a teenage girl of fifteen. What is he thinking of me as we surrender our souls to each other I asked my self? For the first time in years, and in reality since this gentle giant man last made love to me I was shouting out to him, "Fuck me, oh yes fuck me, it has been so long! Much to long since you last planted your seed in me... fuck me forever..." and once more his lips were against mine. My request for him to fuck me was lost in gargling sounds as the tongues in our mouths explored each other and whatever words either of us were saying were lost in our mingled lips. Suddenly I had to pull my lips from his as the strongest climax I ever experienced struck from deep in my soul and I cried out, "My gawd Buddy it is so fucking strong... fuck me darling, fuck me forever... I'm coming so strong and harddddd... ug... ug Buddy! Oh hell I can't stop getting it... yes, fuck me harder... aughhhhh!" What happened then I will never know as I passed out from the strong orgasm that rocked my body and when I next was cognizant of reality and where I was, my first lover Buddy was seated on the edge of the bed looking at me and he asked, "You got it really good didn't you?" and he leaned over and kissed my forehead. *** However one discovers, explores and participates in sex for the first time, is likely to one's own personal ideals and assuredly moirés of how they wish the encounter to be for one's self that is important for her first time. Whether your first occasion to have sex was in your own bed, a hotel room, or perhaps in the back seat of an automobile is incidental to the fact you had sex for your first time. Assuredly it left some strange and exciting feelings for the person before, during and after that first time. For a female, the act of giving up her virginity is much different than for a male. Yes guys, besides the pain and mess that some females must undergo. Nothing is more memorable when it comes to life than your first sexual engagement, and for the female side of the equation there can be several ways for the memory to start. It might be she was raped and traumatic for her when suffering the assault. Or it could be an imaginary or factual resistance of some sort before submitting and getting it over with. Then there's the case where the female takes charge of the situation and the male is overwhelmed and he is "screwed" before he realizes the excitement of the moment caused him to have just ten seconds of sex. Well at least he shoved it in the lucky girl, even if he did squirt his "jezz" so quickly it was over before he started. Still and all-in-all, he was the one who heard her cry of passion and pain as she was penetrated for the first time and her hymen was split apart. The first time for some girls or guys is with an older individual. Say what you want, young girls today make moves on the opposite sex when their young. I know one girl who was twelve and told the youthful looking sixty year old, "If you allow me to live with you, I will do anything you want." So we must separate the forced and "actual" raped victims from those who are under age and statutory rape becomes the legalize word. Todays' girls are aggressive in what they want and when they want it. Damn to hell anyone who stands in their way of obtaining the desired results when it comes to achieving the final departure from virgin to willing sexual partner. Bear in mind that today's children are developing when they are still young. I have cousins who developed breasts at the age of seven. Eleven year old Lindy started her period at ten and in bed with a seventeen year old neighbor boy, "With my legs spread, wide open and up in the air three days after my eleventh birthday. Man that was one painful, but enjoyable birthday present and one I will never forget." Look at the girls who are somehow a relative or those who live in your neighborhood. Look at their mode of dress they walk around in and how revealing their clothing is. Note some have hints of boobs at six, and their short skirts hiked up to reveal thong panties at that young age. They reveal those forbidden crotches to any male who wishes to view their "young charms" and most assuredly understand they are flashing guys. Perhaps their minds aren't cognizant of the total problems they are creating, nor do they have the complete knowledge of what they are offering to your eyes, but they know it is sexual. Today girls' bodies are developing early and experiencing sexual needs in some form or the other at much earlier ages. Today young girls commence having feeling of sexual needs, or what I refer to as "the itch" that I feel all girls have at some point in their sexual development. Once those silly genes that make us females kick in, the first sexual desires begin and that secret spot between our thighs wants scratched. Heck I've had friends and cousins tell me how they'd sit on some guy's lap and might include their own father's lap. I've listened as they confessed to wiggling around on a lap to feel the sexual contact. Most explained how this commenced with the first sign of breast buds growing on their chest. Wanda, one of my best friends, stated that she loved seeing an older man seated on the sofa or in a chair, and especially a recliner, and the man had his hand resting on his lap. More than once she told how she'd suddenly sit down on the guy's lap and his hand would be directly under or centered between her buttocks. When I first listened to Wanda tell this story and explain that it was her grandfather she first did this with. Feeling her grandfather's fingers directly at the juncture of her legs or under her hips, she told how she might sit on his lap for an hour. After the first time she did this, Wanda told me about discovering what a man's erection felt like. She stated that after a few times of sitting on her grandfather's lap, he would pull his hands from under her and placed then on her thighs. The day she felt her grandpa become erect, she intentionally giggled her butt around on him while seated on his lap. Her knowledge of an erection gave the rest of us girls' ideas of our own, and how many acted on this I'm not certain. Although other girls begin to have knowledge of a guy's penis and especially when they got hard and they found this enjoyable, this escaped me. Another man she did this to was a neighbor and her father's best friend, and nearly forty. This happened more than once and the first time when it did the man turned his hand over somehow, while it was under her. She told how she pressed her hips down on his hand and wiggled around on his captured fingers and palm. When the man commenced to twist and press his finger tips up between her hips. She understood he was teasing her butt and the bottom edge of her hairless sex and he whispered in her ear, "If you keep this up, you will make me want sex with you. Do you want to have sex with me?" That particular day she had on a mini skirt and she and "Walt" were on the backside of his small farm and were out riding on his four-wheeler. They stopped under some trees and were seated on some rocks. Walt was drinking beer and she asked if she could have her one. Actually she told me what she asked was, "Can I have my first one, I mean my first beer"" Wanda laughed as she told me Walt asked her if she was interested in having her first one - a beer that is. Every girl needs her first one, isn't that right sweetheart?" she said he asked her and winked while making the comment. Walt opened a can of beer and handed it to her. She moved over and sat on his lap as always. She explained how she plopped down on his lap, with his hand under her as usual. Wanda said the feeling of his hand on her skin felt terrific with it against her naked butt. My best friend told me she was wearing a T-bar pair of undies that day, with the narrow sting up between her hips. They offered no protection from his fingers against her completely exposed and naked butt and the lower part of her sex. Telling me how she playfully twisted around until she sat facing Walt and held her legs wide apart and hanging down over his legs. Walt' fingers were soon playing games all around the center of her legs. She hadn't considered the fact "Uncle Walt" might slip a finger inside the thin strip of material covering her private parts. Once they were inside her panties and actually touching her immature sex she loved the sensations. My friend hadn't yet commenced to play with her sex, but she knew something powerful was happening between her legs and the smooth slit between them. When he did, Wanda told how she became excited and in minutes Walt had his finger buried deep up inside her pussy hole. Never could she have considered for a minute that a guy would touch her as she was experiencing. Wanda explained there was some pain, but what she really felt was some strange fear. Not something to be afraid of fear, but a feeling of needing to do something fearful. To relieve some of the pressure of the finger inside her hole, it caused her to stand up from where she was seated on his lap. "Uncle Walt" failed to not only remove his hand out of her panties, but his finger remained up inside her little hairless hole. Wanda told me, "You can't believe how it felt, and Walt also had his thumb pressing against the top my thing. Oh wow did that feel good. You'll find out when you let some guy feel you up girlfriend." When I listened to my best friend describe this encounter to me, I was surprised and shocked. Although we were fourteen at the time, I assumed my friend was as innocent as myself. Hearing my girlfriend explain to me how she was standing with an older man's hand inside her panties and she related how she asked the older man, "So Walt, finding anything you want and what do you mean," 'do I want sex with you'?" Wanda told me she felt weak from the way Walt was moving his finger in her, and it hurt some and she mentioned how "Uncle Walt" wanted her to undress. What she expressed next surprised me to no end. Wanda stated she asked Walt, "You want to take my panties off and my skirt and top? Will you undress also Walt? Do you want to have sex with me? Promise you won't laugh as I only have little tiny bumps for breasts and no hair down where you have your finger." That day I listened as my best friend informed me she given her virginity to a man in his forties, when she was twelve. Evidently Walt and she continue doing it once and sometimes a couple times a week if they could sneak away to be alone. So I know sex is something girls want from the first time they experience "the itch" yet may not understand what is causing the want to have physical contact with a male. However, a female at any age knows there is a desire to be intimate with someone of the opposite sex. Enough about that but felt it necessary to illustrate how the female body strives for contact once it begins to develop from simply childhood until the first signs of sexually development commences. I know my body had cravings and I liked to press against older men before I was twelve or so years of age. *** For me, and my partner, it was truly wonderful and rather unexpected. The following is as a true account I can render and have the words flow from my computer keyboard to the story you're reading. Let us all hope the truth isn't offensive and you the reader can understand how a fifteen year old girl can chronicle the events of giving up her virginity. Ever hear of a diary and the writings of a teen in her personal story book. Reality is the key to this story and you must make your own judgment as to the fact if it is non- fiction and I assure you it's not fiction. Forget at the moment that the other half my first sexual partner was. Simply find the truth interesting and my first sexual experience was enjoyable. This is as close to the truth as I can make the words come from my memory of a few years back during the time of Operation Desert Shield/Storm. This was a day of beautiful and intense pleasure and next week the two of us will be vacationing together. The person who gave me my first sexual pleasures will be the first man I have known since my divorce more than two years ago. There is nothing in my thoughts saying my upcoming acts are improper or I shouldn't do this with the man who was my first. Why or for whatever the reason I have remained chaste until now since my divorce has nothing to do with my upcoming rendezvous. But simply a fact I've not wanted to be with any male since the disastrous end to what I thought in the first few years of my married life was the perfect marriage. When I spoke with the individual I first shared sex with, and discussed our vacationing together, nether of us discussed the obvious that sex would undoubtedly be a part of the two weeks time we'd enjoying together on Fiji. We are leaving our children, his two and my one, with their grandmother. Things will progress as they will. I still have a youthful figure and have been invited out since my divorce and not so stupid or naive to understand it was for bedding me. The males who have asked me to have dinner, or the other things that makes up a date weren't shy when asking how my sex life had been since my separation and subsequent divorce. Sex escaped me for a simple reason, and my ex cheated on me with not only his brother's wife, but untold other women. Those encounters left more than one person hateful toward the man I bore a child with. Now to explain how and what occurred for my first experience with sex when I was a few months past my fifteenth birthday. My true development didn't commence until I was fourteen years old, and my first period, which was actually the spotting that leads a girl to her normal cycle and full periods, being when I was two months shy of fifteen. My breasts didn't really develop fully until after my first sexually encounter. And my nearly white blonde pubic hairs were thin at that time of my life and still isn't that thick. I'll never forget the argument with my ob/gyn about her wishing to shave my sex when I was in delivery. My voice was direct and firm when I said if she had my pubic hair shaved off I would sue her. Needless to say she dropped me from her practice after the birth of my daughter. *** The day I lost my maidenhead started as any other day, except I meet up with the boy who was my first as I walked to the rec complex where we lived. My parents had moved into the town home so mom was closer to her work and I wouldn't be home alone while she worked. My father was a career military officer and stationed in a southern state and he decided to move us to my mother's home town. Dad had been assigned an isolated tour once his current assignment would end during what was called Desert Shield. This would provide mom a way to have company and visit with her family during the extended tour my father would have once the "emergency tour of duty" ended. The two of us walked back to the town home and ended up in my bedroom. After about a half hour we commenced to discuss sex and how or why I decided to accept his offer to look at him nude I don't recall and hadn't noted that in my diary. The boy asked if I would also undress and he could view my body as I sat on my bed viewing a boy with his youthful erection. I don't recall what I said in reply, but remember standing up and I slipped off my cami, and then my shorts. I was wearing a bra and brief style panties and hesitated before removing the last clothing covering my body. One thing I remember is that he was the first guy whoever asked to let him see me nude, and he spoke softly, as if he was afraid I would put my top and bottoms back on. "Please take off your bra and panties... you look beautiful; you know that don't you, Darla?" and as he spoke to me, I saw his upright penis make jerking movements. My fingers moved behind my back and unsnapped my bra and my hands eased the light blue garment from cupping my breasts. With my eyes fixed on his erection, I slipped my fingertips in the waist band of my low slung panties and slowly pushed them part way down over my hips. I stopped their movement at what I guess was the center of the small patch of hair on my lower tummy. My eyes looked up at the boy standing only three or so feet from me, and I saw he was looking at what little hair was above the waist line of my panties. One thing I just read and now seems funny to have considered as I removed my clothes was the fact I'd written, "Man was I glad I had worn the new matching bra and panty set I'd purchased at Victoria's Secret." Squeezing my eyes shut, I eased my panties down below my pubic area and then completely off my legs. Again I'm taking the following from my diary of that day in my life, and I wrote, "Standing naked in front of a boy gave me goose bumps. I wasn't nervous, but scarred he would think I was only a kid with my tiny A cup boobs and so little hair on my pussy." I had stapled typed notes on my diary's page for that day in my life and I had noted, "When I opened my eyes and saw the boy was moving his eyes from my breasts to my sex and even down my legs, and then looked in my eyes, and he did this time after time. Then he spoke, 'Boy do I feel lucky to see you like this... you're something great to look at. May I touch you or something...?" The pages I had typed and affixed to my diary page for June 24 is how I can relate the following for you to enjoy my first time in having sex. So that sweet comment from the boy started the adventure of sex I enjoyed for my first time. I had written on previous pages in my diary on other dates that I wished to view a boy nude. Also I had desires for a boy to see my yet to fully develop body. At the time I regretted not having larger breasts and having looked at other girls in the nude, wished my maiden hair was thicker and grew down the lips of my pussy further than it did. But my legs were terrific that I knew for certain. With my mother at work and my father off in the desert some place on the other side of the world, I often thought of sex. Now it was a reality and what was taking place I understood really shouldn't be occurring. When the boy walked over and took my hand in his, he hugged me with his other arm and hand. Feeling his hand move up and down my back and eventually down to touch and grip my hips was delightful. My nerves were at a peek of tension as he led me to my bed. I lay upon my bed in the nude and wondered what the boy must be thinking of me as I helped him in any way he asked of me from the time we entered my room. Now I, as a fifteen year old girl, who was becoming excited and enjoying nakedness on my bed with a boy. Knowing I was a virgin with no previous sexual contact of any type with a boy, not even a true kiss, I wasn't certain what would happen or what the final act of sex would be like if things progressed that far. Lying nude with a boy on my bed my mind thought back to just minutes before and not only was I inexperienced, but had wondered what I should take off first and if I should say something. Not wanting to sound stupid I kicked off my sandals and then reached to slip my top over my head. From then until I was nude, nothing was spoken by me, but I loved hearing my friend as he told me how he enjoyed seeing me nude. With both of us nude on my bed, I loved it when my partner said, "Oh yeah, you're beautiful. Your titties are so pretty and you have blonde hair on your snatch like on your head. Gee I feel good seeing you naked." While I was listening to the boy with me and he also being nude, I looked at his penis and saw it was hard. He had a growth of hair around his thing and some down to the sides. His thing was sticking up in the air and looked so hard... not drooping like those on the Greek statues that were stubby things, as I though all boys' things must look like. My voice was shaky, but I told him, "Your thing is big and so hard looking. It's beautiful." Watching movies in the theater or on television, reading novels or magazine articles didn't give me a real understanding of the sex act. Although I was fifteen years of age, I understood I shouldn't do this thing that was bringing me such pleasure. In fact I considered my acts more playful than enticing. What this meant to the male that was seemingly enjoying my body and those parts that distinguished me from his own. Assuredly from his actions he was finding considerable pleasure in my allowing him to do with me as he wished from the time we undressed in front of each other a few minutes before and now reclining on my bed with his hands and fingers touching me at his will. Now a boy was kissing my breasts and sucking my puffy and muted pink colored nipples. Actually the color of my nips and surrounding areolas were so faint it was a very light pink. The sensations in my nipples and breasts were unbelievable. The boy's acts were causing my body to become what I considered heated. There could be no doubt but I was enjoying the feeling of sexual excitement and I swear it traveled down and centered in my pussy. Within a few minutes the boy was sliding his hands across my stomach and only moments before had caressed my legs from my knees, up across the sides of my hips and onto my torso. One hand was gripping the breast that wasn't between his lips, which he was stimulating with his tongue. My body was his I knew if the boy in my bed wanted me all the way. I had written, "Boy now I understand what makes a girl want to give up her virginity, even when knowing it has been told she should save herself." Thinking back to that day and time, realize that I needed a male to take me and is most likely why I permitted things to go so easy in undressing and the boy to touch and do with me as he desired. Further, I wanted to have sex, yet couldn't ask the boy to take me. My world was spinning around faster and faster when the boy took my hand and placed it within his own. His strong, but young fingers opened my own fingers which I was holding tightly squeezed within my palm. Once he had my fingers open, he placed them around his firm penis and moved my fingers until they tightly clasped the smooth and hard flesh of his erect manhood. Listening as he spoke in a way it seemed he was having trouble breathing and speaking at the same time as he told me, "Geeeee, oh gee your hand feels so good around my peewee. Move your hand up and down on my peewee... you make it hard... yeah like that - jack-me-off. Oh shit I'm gonna' come! Ugh - yeah I'm coming off, I'm squirting my come! Stroke me harder and faster... like that! Oh yeah I'm coming again! Oughhhh my gawd Darla, I'm going off!" My mind went into overtime mode as I considered, "So this is what come; and a penis feels like, especially when it squirts off. Golly it feels so warm and slick on my hand and fingers... hee-hee; it's all over my titties. Do you want me to taste your stuff?" I asked knowing it was what I wanted, and had nothing to do with or regardless if the boy wanted me to taste his stuff or not. Now the opportunity to satisfy something I had recently desired to do and that was to taste semen. My friends spoke how they loved sucking a guy off and drinking his come. Some didn't like it, but most of the girls who said they did oral sex enjoyed the taste of a guy's come. The words I asked seemed to come from my mouth on their own accord. I loved feeling his thick stuff sprayed out and on me. My hand moved to my lips and I tentative tasted his stuff. Ho boy, it tastes different, but not bad... I like it and proceeded to lick the stuff from my hand and fingers. Perhaps I can suck him off like Jennifer said she did her cousin, but wouldn't have sex and wanted to stay a virgin. This girl was one of my favorite girls to be around and we both had stayed virgins when most of our friends had lost their maidenhoods, as Jennifer called her hymen, by this time in our lives. Not wanting guys know she would do anything but allow the boy to touch her breasts on the outside of her top. Jennifer would suck her cousin Danny and permit him to play with her sex and even inside her panties, but wouldn't allow him to take them off body. Immediately I understood why guys must enjoy stroking their rigid and also durable male organ as I felt its softness in my palm. I wanted to continue jacking him, as he called it, but he said, "Wait a little; you make me feel so good I can't take any more right now. Its better when you stroke me than when I do it my self. The boy asked me, "Darla do you play with your snatch?" and his body jerked as I moved my hand down and capture the wrinkled and tightly puckered sack under his still quivering penis. His penis was now dripping stuff from the end and it was thinner than when he shot his stuff all over me. "Do you feel enjoyment when my hand holds your peewee?" my voice asked in a melodious tone. Speaking to him as if I was in a trance, "Your peewee feels good. What do you want to do to me with you nice peewee, or will you show me? Would you like stick it up my p-pussy?" and his reply let me understand exactly that he'd like to push it up deep inside my little pussy when he told me. "Heck yes! May I fuck you? That is what we would be doing if I put my up dick up really deep inside your little snatch. Have you ever been fucked? Tell the truth Sweet Darla, have you ever fucked?" and suddenly he knew that the girl he was with wanted him to do her. "Does he already know I'd let him push this pleasant feeling thing up inside my sex if he wants?" my mind thought and I asked my self, "Does it hurt the first time as some of my friends had said?" Then I spoke in such a soft voice I wondered if he heard what I said, "Until you did today no one has ever seen me naked. And no one has ever touched me like you are --- no one has ever asked me or that I know of who wished to - f-fu-fucked - fuck me... and," I made the sound 'burrrr' after I said fuck in a drawn out and hesitating manner. Hearing his voice ask in a nearly impossible to hear question, I knew what to expect before much longer, "Your still a virgin? You'll permit me to fuck you? Oh yeah I'd love to get your cherry. You're serious; I can have your cherry and be the first to fuck you. Gosh I want that in the worse way... I've always wanted to be with a girl... I've never done it before either, Darla. You'll be my first and make my life complete. Now I am going to get my first girl and her cherry. Wow, what a trip!" Slowly I felt the boy slip his fingers down and begin touching the thatch of maiden hair on my mons. My mind was playing a game of questions during the total time I was being touched and what I believed was made love too, and with. Then the tongue within the boy's mouth closed around my nipple and down over as much of my 32- A cup size right breast as could fit inside his damp and sucking cavity. He commenced to flip my harden nip over and over with his oral digit. My maiden hair was being pulled lightly by the boy's fingers and I sobbed out from the pleasure the tug of the few hairs growing in the patch at the top of my opening. Next I felt the fingers move downward and clasp the few hairs growing half way down the small lips outlining my sex. Gently he pulled my pussy lips to such an extent I understood it was forcing my pussy open, exposing the interior of female opening to his view. While experiencing this act on my body, the person who was exploring my body moved his mouth from my nipples, down to where his face was resting on my left thigh. One hand of my companion gripped my left leg and moved it apart from the right. There was no doubt in my teen mind that the boy was looking directly at my little hole and its surrounding labium. "Gee - oh wow; it looks so different from what I thought a girl's snatch would look like... it is all pink and wet inside," he told me as if it was such a surprise he couldn't believe what his eyes were viewing. Next I felt a finger moving into my sex and it was exciting and I moaned out, "Uh... uh... oh not so deep as that kind of hurts... no, you shouldn't kiss me like that," I voiced in a pitched whinnying sound. Next I felt a male's lips kissing my sex, and his tongue licking up and down my female cut. Suddenly his tongue settled on my tiny clitoral hood and he was sucking the miniature penis like protrusion at the top of my slit. Suddenly his tongue was flipping back and forth across my love button and it stiffened. A chocking sob echoed from my mouth, "Ughhh, oh I feel as if I'm floating on a cloud. Gee Buddy I'm getting it! I'm going off, oh wow!" and my legs shot straight out and my feet pointed downward. Meanwhile my toes curled down as if they were trying to hide under the arches of my feet. My legs clamped around Buddy's head as my orgasm peaked and subsided to a shallow pleasure, unlike any feeling I'd ever experienced. I seemed to be experiencing levitation as I whispered in a softly, "Buddy I never knew such things were done like you just did, oh that was wonderful." "You liked that? Don't ever tell anyone I kissed your snatch... my buddies would tease me to no end," and as he spoke he moved up over my body. Suddenly I knew what was to occur as Buddy settled his body over mine and between my legs. He stretched my legs wider with his hands and the side of his legs. Ready or not, a penis touched my still tingling sex, probing and bumping all around my opening. Then it happened, it slid into me about an inch, a boy's thing was going into my virgin sex. Speaking excitedly, I said, "Buddy you can't do it to me. I've never before! No one's ever touched me until you just did... oh Buddy its hurting when you shove it deep. Oh my - no; stop Buddy... Buddy you're pushing against my virginity... we can't! Ughhhh, oh Buddy you going in me and it hurts! You must stop, we can't you're my twin brother! Stop! I'll do anything else! Ayieeee, oh it hurts!" by then it was too late and I understood my fifteen year old twin brother had just taken my virginity. For the next couple of minutes I felt my twin brother moving on top of me and his hard thing - his penis - stroking back and forth within my body and when he stiffened and shoved deep inside me, I understood he was filling me with his male juices. Yes, I knew my brother's semen was coating the inside of my vagina. My mind for a briefest instance caused me to consider I might become pregnant. Buddy pressed against me and I felt his hard pelvic bone pressing against my love button. My arms and legs clasped my own brother's body to mine and I cried out, "Buddy, oh Buddy I'm getting it... off." We lie together for some time, but don't know for how long. Finally I said to my twin, "Buddy, move off me you're smoothing me you silly boy... do you understand what we just did? Oh dear brother, it was wrong for us to mess around. You shouldn't have gone up inside me and gone off in me. I'm just as wrong for allowing it to happen as you. Do you know what I mean? Buddy... I ... like you... a lot. Did you like doing it to me? Tell me what it was like for you to do me. Did you enjoy being my first?" I watched my brother rise up from my body and saw he had blood on him. "Buddy, oh gosh you've got my blood on you... let me up so we don't mess up the bed." When I got up from the bed I could see blood on the sheet and it was a very red spot. The area between my legs and across my pubic area was covered with the evidence of my lost innocence. With an inquisitive voice Buddy asked, "Wow, is all that blood from your cherry? You were my first Tammy. I got your cherry and it's all over both of us. We better shower and wash the bed sheet so mom doesn't see it when she gets home. Did you enjoy what we did sis?" and to my surprise he pulled me in his arms and kissed my face over and over. Finally he kissed my lips and I was feeling a real kiss from a boy, and when he wedged his tongue in my mouth, I allowed mine to meet his and slipped my tongue inside his mouth and brushed it across his teeth. Buddy broke the kiss for only a moment, but before he commenced kissing me once again, he said, "Hey, you just gave me my first French kiss." "Me too... you French kissed me before I did you... its nice isn't it Buddy?" and my lips were being pressed open by his tongue once more. "Darla, did you like having sex... especially sex with me for your first time? Will you let me do you again?" my twin asked as he hugged me to his firm and young body tighter than before. Uncertain what to reply and not sound like a sex hungry girl, I told my twin brother, "You made me feel good... I really liked what we did together. You can do me again - sometime big brother." "Help me with the sheet and make certain we don't get it on the comforter. Heck we will need to wash the mattress pad, also." Then I told my twin, "Yeah I liked it Buddy... you won't tell anyone what we've done will you? Please Buddy, don't ever tell anyone. Would you like to do it again sometime? If you keep it our secret I'll let you do me again. Oh Buddy I liked doing it - liked it a lot." My brother hugged me tightly to him and placed his lips next to my ear and whispered, "Before you shower, would you suck my dick?" and I felt his penis jerk against my body as he asked. Knowing his penis had my blood on it, plus his and my own sex juices, I wasn't certain I could suck his thing before washing it. I kneeled and my face was directly at the level of his erection. Opening my mouth after shutting my eyes, I moved my mouth forward. The taste of my blood was unique as my lips took his erection between them. I moved my mouth until I couldn't get it any further down over his hard penis. I listened as Buddy told me what he wished for me to do with his erect manhood. "Move your mouth back and forth on my peewee like you did with your hand. Yeah, now flip your tongue all over the end... oh gee that feels great! Will you suck it like you would a straw?" and I felt his penis quiver within minutes and only a few minutes at that, before he gave me his male tribute. "Yupppp... umphhhhh," I moaned out as I felt my mouth filling with the thick emission of his squirting teen penis. My brother was squirting his come down my throat and I tried to swallow his come as he asked. For whatever the reason I wasn't offended when Buddy moaned, "Oh man Darla, you're sucking my cock... you're making me come!" Yet I could take only a small amount down my throat before pulling my mouth off him as I choked. His penis squirted the thick cream all over my face and I had just opened my eyes to look at his cock when it shot more come out and it landed on my eyes. After we placed the sheet and mattress pad in the washer, we walked to the shower and took one together. I enjoyed his hands washing my body and he asked me to wash him after he had done me. While he was washing my back, he moved his finger down and washed between my hips. Buddy rubbed his finger tip over my anal opening and pressed his finger against me. Slowly I felt him penetrating my rear opening and I simply stood silently as his finger wedged its way up into me. After some time he moved it in and out of my butt and it kind of burned, but I stood still and held my legs apart to permit him greater access to my inner soul. Neither of us spoke and after some time my twin brother asked me, "Darla, will you do this to me?" and somehow he moved so his hips were turned toward me, yet didn't remove his finger from my bowels. I couldn't get my finger in him, and in a sultry voice explained, "You need to stop... I will do it for you, but you need to take your finger from me and turn your back to me." slowly I moved my finger to his puckered opening as he stood leaning forward with his face resting on his arms on the wall of the shower. Buddy pressed his hips out away from the shower so he was bent over somewhat. I watched with complete fascination as my finger entered his rear opening. When he asked me to move my finger back and forth in him and eventually asked me to jack him off while I fingered his butt. No more than a couple minutes passed and Buddy sobbed out, "Darla my Darla, I'm gonna' come! Oh gee its coming now... aughhhh yes, oh yeah!" and watched as my twin brother's body shook and his come squirting on the wall of the shower. I pulled my finger from his butt and told him, "Turn around quickly." and when he did I started sucking his penis once again. Our first summer together as lovers was fulfilling and sexually gratifying and assuredly entertaining and amusing. When I twin worked his penis between my boobs, and they were so small they didn't give him the pleasure he expected after reading of the act in some book. He laughed and told me I needed more tits if I expected to titty fuck. This caused me to laugh, and both of us laughed like crazy the time I made him go when I rubbed his penis between my feet. We experimented with sex in ways that brought wonderful pleasure but also humor by our fantasy attempts at certain sex acts. Shortly after starting sex I knew it was necessary to request that my mother put me on birth control. When she asked, "Have you engaged in sex already Darla?" it was necessary to lie to my mom and I told her, "No mom, but just in case some guy likes me... you won't be mad if I start having sex, will you?" Buddy and I both dated others, but sex was limited to each of us finding pleasure together. This lasted until I was a senior and a boy who was a real brain and I worked on a science project together and it ended up and led to a sexual encounter between us when we attended a four day state contest together. The sex with my class partner was okay, but it seemed so strange to have another boy doing me. Jason got me off twice the first time he did me, and I enjoyed finding his penis was longer than my brother's by at least two inches, but wasn't as thick. My question on penis size was answered on that trip if nothing else came from engaging in the act with my class mate. For the first time ever I lied to Buddy when I returned home and he wanted to know if I had done anything with Jason. I'll always remember telling my twin, "Of course not... my sex is yours only." Buddy asked me once during our senior year of school to let him do my butt. That one time is the only time I ever let a guy do that. It wasn't necessarily a bad experience, but something I didn't truly enjoy. Yet I'm glad it was my twin who got me to try anal sex. *** The last time we had sex was the day before our senior prom. We both joked that maybe we should have went to our prom as a couple and be like everyone else and get a hotel room together. He laughed when saying, "Can you believe it, what would our friends say if they knew I was banging the Prom Queen?" and Buddy bent double as he laughed at his question and my embarrassment. "Yeah, will how about the fact I've been doing the valedictorian? Don't forget you've been banging the valedictorian, but I hear she is easy when it comes to you. Buddy can you imagine we are both class valedictorians?" Moments later we ended up in my bed having and enjoying sex for the rest of the day. This was our last time to share each other's bodies and both of us attended our prom with the date we selected. Both of us enjoyed sex more than once with our prom dates by the time the following A.M. arrived. Knowing the trip to the South Pacific will result in sharing the same bed with my brother, my only true concern was how my twin brother would find my body after all the years that passed since we were teens. Although I was trim, and considered unpretentiousness by those who knew me, my vanity kicked in a couple of years ago and I under went breasts augmentation. *** The day I finally stood nude before my ex and the area over my breasts was completely healed from having the implants, he looked at me and grinned. Foolishly I had believed that once the bruises and swelling disappeared after the surgery, the man I wished to impress, laughingly remarked, "Having computer tits won't make you any better of a fuck." That comment started the end of the road for my marriage and I slept in the guest room for the next week. Finally I relented to my ex begging that I return to our marital bed. Yes, sex happened that night, but I merely lie under the man who took me the next couple of minutes. During the next six months of my marriage our relationship went from bad to terrible. Eventually what small amount of civility was left between the two of us was finished in a heated exchange. One Friday night he came home around midnight and I could smell some woman's perfume on him when he attempted to engage in sex with me. Jumping from bed, I turned on the light and walked over and turned on the bedroom light and told him there was no way he would ever penetrate me again, especially when he came home after being turned down by one of his hussies. There was no way I couldn't take his pandering ways any longer. That night I asked my ex-husband to move out, and told him I knew about his love affairs over the past five years, but thought perhaps he would stop cheating. Our divorce was nasty, but when we finally went before the judge after fourteen months, I left the court room a happy and satisfied ex-wife. My ex was ordered to pay me alimony, a high monthly payment for child support which continued while our child completed college. I was awarded our home and half of our investment portfolio. Walking from the court room and out into the hallway, I looked at my ex, smiled and winked and walked to where he was standing with his attorney and whispered in his ear, "I've been getting with guys since the first year of our marriage. You were so stupid and never realized you slipping your small manhood into me and other men's sperm was swimming around in my pussy. They all told me I was the best and tightest they ever had. Revenge is so sweet you ass." There was no truth to the comment, but my ex called me and tried to get me to admit about what I had told him outside the court room. I knew he was likely recording the call or having his attorney listen in and hoped I would admit to adultery on my part and the divorce settlement could be reworked. When he would harp on the matter I would tell him, "You know I never cheated during our marriage as you did, and how did you enjoy hearing the women I had hauled into court and testified against you and their admitting to having sex with you?" Now my life was back to square one, so to speak, and although I shouldn't do this, I was going to enjoy sex with my first lover for two weeks. My mind reverted to the day we were fifteen. I hope we find pleasure with each other once again. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 57