("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My First Time With Susan by Anonymous (address withheld) *** It was impossible for me not to desire Susan sexually. I had experienced orgasms in her brother's mouth and ass many times during that splendid week of our brief, homosexual affair. I was not an innocent virgin, although she was. I wanted her so much, and I thought about how I could have her, how I could persuade her to lie next to me, naked on a bed and explore each other's body. (mm, mf, youths, bi, 1st) *** Greg was my best friend, starting in the seventh grade, and we remained best friends until this day. Our children play with one another and our wives are close to each other. My wife, Susan, is Greg's sister, and I must acknowledge that Susan is the only female whom I have ever known sexually. My only other sexual partner was Greg, when I was twelve and he was thirteen years old. I had not yet masturbated for the first time, but Greg had been doing it for a few months. For one magic week we were passionate lovers. Greg gave me my first orgasm with his gentle hand as we lay naked on his bed, kissing each other's pretty face. For eight unforgettable days we experimented sex between two guys. To put it bluntly, we fucked and sucked each other at every opportunity until we were utterly drained and exhausted. Then we stopped doing it. We even ceased to kiss, although we remained the closest of friends. We had learned what we wanted to know about boy love, so we then turned to girls. Susan, Greg's sister, was then eleven years old. Greg was very pretty, but I found Susan to be absolutely stunning. Like her brother she had raven hair that shimmered dramatically, accenting the slight paleness of her oval, childish face, the features of which were so delicate and symmetrical. Two braids hung from either side of her head, brushing her slight shoulders. She smiled readily, but she was most beautiful, when she was lost in thought, her upper teeth on her lower lips as she pondered a question. When I first met her she was clad in a skirt and a blouse, school clothes. One of her knee socks had fallen a bit down her shapely calf. If one looked carefully, which I did, one could notice that beneath her blouse there were breasts, probably small and pale, with roseate nipples, like the hue of her lips. I speculated about it. Susan was a delightful girl, bright and cheerful. She appeared to be a totally innocent child, and, she told me later, she had not yet masturbated for the first time. She was very feminine, not at all a tomboy. She played with dolls. After Greg and I ended our homosexual experiment, I would think of him, of his lovely, hairless body, as I masturbated. I soon began to fantasize about Susan as I pleasured myself, which I did then two or three times a day. At night I would frequently masturbate remembering the shape of Susan's legs, her bare knees and the soft flesh of her upper calves and lower thighs. I would think about the wonderful, unseen breasts, which poked slightly at her blouse, and, at the moment of orgasm, I would visualize her pretty, pale face, lost in thought. Very soon I realized that I was in love with the girl, who was eighteen months younger than I, but who, unlike myself, had not yet awakened sexually. It was a different kind of love than that which I felt for Greg, whom, on occasion, I wanted to kiss again, but did not. I felt protective of Susan, who was, to me, a fragile treasure of inestimable value. Every day I found myself at her house, ostensibly to play with her brother, but mostly to see her and to talk with her. Greg understood and gave me sly grins of encouragement He knew how I was smitten, because he was then in eager pursuit of one of Susan's classmates, who lived down the block. Susan liked me from the start, and she made herself always available to me. She was a bold girl who could make me blush, when she openly smiled into my face. I remember the first time that I touched her and felt an almost electric shock as my flesh came into contact with hers. We were in her backyard, behind the garage, playing with her puppy, which scampered back and forth in the fragrant, freshly mown grass. I took her hand in mine, fearfully, expecting rejection. Susan looked at me, beamed a smile and squeezed my hand. I so wanted to kiss her, but I dared not, although she did not pull away from me. I soon had to leave, to go home and do some chores, but I went straight to my room and masturbated, dreaming of the beautiful girl with whom I was hopelessly in love. It was impossible for me not to desire Susan sexually. I had experienced orgasms in her brother's mouth and ass many times during that splendid week of our brief, homosexual affair. I was not an innocent virgin, although she was. I wanted her so much, and I thought about how I could have her, how I could persuade her to lie next to me, naked on a bed and explore each other's body. Later, on that day when I took her hand in mine for the first time, I returned to her house. We went again into the back yard. Susan seemed to be eager. It was dusk, quickly becoming dark, and we found ourselves alone, out of sight of the rest of the world. We stood, facing each other, behind the garage, our hands clasping. I suddenly knew that she wanted to kiss for the first time. I moved my face close to hers and she came to me. We embraced and kissed. She did it so innocently, without a pucker. I soon taught her and brushed her sweet lips with my tongue. We kissed for a long time. Susan ventured her tongue out to meet mine and we kissed with increased passion, my right hand stroking her back and the top of her butt. She pushed her body at me, clutched me and must certainly have felt my hard penis poking at her lower stomach. Susan was half a head shorter than I. We surrendered ourselves to our passionate kissing, our saliva drooling down our chins, our hands busy fondling each other's back. I knew then that she was there for me, if I would exercise some patience and control. I dared to move my hand to her left breast and feel a tit for the first time. Susan did not pull away. It did not fill my palm. It felt firm and soft, pointy. She wore no bra. I moved my hand down to the bottom of her t shirt and went under it, feeling the warm flesh of her stomach. I moved my hand up and cupped her bare tit, so soft and real. I pinched her nipple gently and felt that I might have an orgasm, which I didn't. When I moved my hand down her body and sought to penetrate her shorts, Susan pulled away. She looked into my face lovingly with a wan smile, palmed one of my cheeks and said that she had to return to the house. She left me there, behind the garage, alone. I pulled out my engorged, aching penis and masturbated, spewing my stuff on the closed day lilies. The next morning I returned to Susan's house excited, in expectation of resuming our fondling and kissing. I was not disappointed. Her parents were away, and Greg, with a knowing grin and a squeeze of my shoulder, left the house. Susan, usually so bold and alive, stood in the living room passively as I entered, staring at me with obvious apprehension. I could tell that she had decided to go forward with our relationship, but she was too innocent to know how far that would be. She was just a little kid, not quite pubescent. Susan was clad in a t shirt and shorts. She was barefoot. Her bare limbs were so shapely and looked wonderfully soft. I wanted to lick her body, as I had her brother's. She sat with me on the couch, subdued and available. We clutched each other and kissed desperately as I stroked the flesh of her bare thigh boldly, knowing that I could touch her everywhere without resistance. I ran my hand under the opening of her shorts and found my way to her panties, which were moist. I poked my fingers inexpertly at her for awhile, until she reached down and pulled my hand further up. She taught me where to rub her, although she had not done it yet to herself for the first time. I masturbated Susan as we kissed passionately. She squirmed her pelvis against my hand, breathing hard as she pushed her lips against mine, squeezing me with her arms. She began to moan in excitement and then eeked into my mouth as her first orgasm ever overwhelmed her, convulsing her body. I smelled a new aroma coming from her, as she slackened against my body. I knew what I had done, and I was thrilled that I had accomplished it. I took one of Susan's hands and placed it on the bulge in my jeans. She did not resist, but fondled my hardness, evidently knowing that I too needed relief. I unzipped my fly and struggled to pull out my rigid cock, so modest in my youth. She gazed at it in wonder and played with it. She later told me that it appeared to be so marvelously ugly. I taught her how to stroke it and I soon spewed forth as I sucked on her soft neck. I made quite a mess and we were quick to clean it up, because we heard her parents returning. I hurried out the back door and went home, elated at the recent experience, knowing that Susan and I were now devoted to each other. For the next three days we could not find the time to be alone with each other for more than a few minutes, which we used to eagerly kiss and fondle. Then, on a Saturday, my parents were gone for the day and Susan was free. She came to my house and we immediately went up to my room, which I had picked up a bit in anticipation of her visit. We fell together upon the bed and began to kiss and fondle each other with increasing passion. I pulled on her t-shirt and she lifted her body to assist me in taking it off. I then saw her naked from the waist up. She seemed to be so small. Roseate nipples surmounted little mounds of tit flesh. I leaned down and sucked on one. Susan pushed at my head and told me not to do it so hard, that they hurt. I was then more gentle with her, licking her tits and not sucking. Her waist was so narrow and her tummy so flat. I tongued her belly button, which was an inny. Susan, who was again the bold person whom I knew, insisted that I take off my own t shirt, which I did. Then she set out to lick on my upper body, to my delight, sucking on my own nipples, which were raised on small cones of flesh, like tits. We played like that for a long while, kissing and licking each other, but we both knew that we wanted to experience orgasms. Susan had already seen my penis, but I had not seen her privates. I told her so, and we argued about it for awhile, until she let me pull down her shorts and take off her panties. She had no pubic hair, of which I had just a little. Her vaginal lips were slightly swollen, and I knew that I wanted to kiss them, to find the place that gave her so much pleasure and lick it. I pulled off the rest of my clothes and we lay together naked, pushing our bodies against each other, kissing with increasing passion. I stroked the soft flesh of her slender thighs and my fingers found their way to her slit as we kissed. I masturbated Susan to a marvelous orgasm, and once again she eeked into my mouth, her body convulsing. I was desperate for relief. I rolled on top of her as we still kissed. Susan spread her legs and my cock pushed at her groin, not finding the opening. She reached down and positioned it, and then she thrust against me with force. I pushed back and broke through. Susan cried out in pain and tried to pull me off of her. I penetrated her fully, however, and began to piston in and out of her warm tightness. Susan no longer resisted. We looked into each other's face. Hers was sweaty and showed discomfort, yet she thrust at my downstrokes and clutched at me. It did not take long before I felt my moment coming. I looked into the face of my beloved Susan and cried aloud as I spewed into her spasmodically, draining myself and filling her up. We had made a mess of the sheets, both blood and semen, which we later washed in the basement, still naked. We showered together and then returned to my bed, where I licked on her slender thighs and then gave her a marvelous orgasm with my tongue. We cuddled for a long time, and then we fucked again. Susan did not experience an orgasm in fucking until three weeks later, and then, until this day, she felt pleasure every time. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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