My Erotic Stories

The woman arrived on time for the photo shoot she was in her
late fifties. She wanted a series photos to excite her husband. I had
her change in to her chossen outfit. When she came out she was wearing
along white see through nighty and nothing else her body clearly
visable through the thin material as I start shooting her nipples
became hard and when I moved her into a postion she blushed and I
began to realize she becoming turned on. I moved over to were she lay
on the bed and made adjustment to her top my hands brushed lightly
across her small fierm titts she blushed again and her nipples hard
against my hand I looked in to her eyes and became gamer as I on the
bed and run my hands over her titts she moaned as I bent and kissed
her lightly as my hands slowly explored her body slowly I removed the
nightie her body still firm and desirable slowly I kissed my way down
her body her hips lifted from the bed as I reached her wet hot pussy
as my tongue teased her body she pulled at my clothes finally taking
my cock in her hand. She moaned as we both enjoyed the feeling of
sucking each other at last I moved between her legs entered hot wet
pussy we moved as one till we both came.

I was reading an article in the R&R section of a another
member opinion about others profiles that have interested
in “Only White” or “Only Black”
etc…, and saying it is racist. Now this made me question
myself being a white skin person that is more attracted
to women of color more so than white women.

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When I met Kirsty, a college exchange student from New Zealand, I
was overly amazed at what the country must have to offer as far as
women are concerned. As a woman, I’ve always found other women
attractive, but Kirsty was incredible. Tanned and blonde, about 5′8″,
120 pounds, a great pair of tits and legs like I’d never seen. I was
on the welcoming committee for exchange students, so I was the person
appointed to introducing Kirsty to our country and our area. There’s
not much to do around here I had to inform her, but thankfully she
loved the beauty of the outdoors, because all this state has to offer
is nature and wildlife.
So, after a afternoon of showing her around the little bit
of city that we have, she asked me to take her to one of my favourite
parks. The weather was warm for December, but rather rainy as usual,
but she was still wearing just a little pair of shorts and a tight,
bust hugging tank top that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of all day. So,
thinking with my own interest in mind, I took her to my favourite out
of the way park. A park consisting of nothing more than a beautiful
site of a river and a large empty parking lot. When we pulled into
the parking lot and she noticed how beautiful and empty it was, she
gave me a smirk and thanked me for knowing what was on her mind.
She took her hair out of the bun it had been in and let it shake
loose around her shoulders, giving me a lusty glance. She told me that
she was happy that I was the person assigned to show her around, and
that she couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful companion while she
was in the US. She slid her chair back and asked me to do the same,
while she was digging for a bag of items that she had bought earlier
in the city. She pulled out a thick candy cane and began to unwrap it,
sucking on the end and licking her lips at me. At that moment, the
windows began to fog as the rain still beat down on the windows and
the lust began to engulf Kirsty and I. She began taking off her top,
revealing a 34C pair of tits with big, hard nipples, nice and dark
without any tan lines. I moaned at the sight of her succulent body, as
she began to unzip my jacket and take my shirt off over my head. She
licked at my breasts, only the slightest bit bigger than her own while
she slid her hands down to remove my pants.
She let me suck on the peppermint candy cane once before she
got down in-between my legs and began screwing me with it, taking the
time and pleasure to suck at my clit while doing so. The feeling of
the mint and her hot tongue was enough to make me cum once, twice,
three times in the matter of seconds. She wasn’t satisfied until I
came twice more. After she licked my pussy clean, I licked her face
clean and treated her the same as she had treated me.
We had quite of few more experiences together before she left,
and all the other exchange students were jealous that their
companions weren’t half as friendly as me.

Pat and I had know each others for years. Her husband had
been a close friend of mind and we often spent week-ends
together. Pat and her husband were a few years older than
My wife and I, but we really enjoyed our times together with
friends. Unfortunately Pat’s husband got transferred
and they moved to another city. A few years later I heard
they had split and Pat was moving back. At the time I was on
temporary assignment with my firm and in a hotel suite for
a couple of months away from my family. Life at home had become
boring for me with my wife just drifting into the mother
thing and not really having much in the area of sexual desires
anymore.

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I have been somewhat dimayed at times to find so many individuals
on Adult FriendFinder seeking that which can be accomplished on any number
of non-adult personals web sites. Understanding the reasons
I personally commited to its use, I also intrinsicly understood
that this (of course)would not be the case for all. So grave
a dispairity however I never anticipated. When one enters
the internal search be it Man or Woman, they immediately
are deluged with hundreds upon hundreds of sexually suggestive
titles and explicit pictures adourning personal profiles.
I find this quite an exciting and liberating experience.
For so long I never knew such sites even existed. I was lost
in the morass of non-adult personal sites after my divorce
not knowing exactly what to do, why I was there, or where
to proceed with the never ending laundry lists provided
by individual profiles on those sites (or shopping lists).
I found a confusing maize of misrepresentation …emotional,
intellectual, or just plain old dishonesty.I had no way
of Diseminating who matched the criteria I hold true to
all Humanity, but especially for me as I have been clear
about it for some time now. Four things I speak of… I wanted
to 1. Give Love ( you may substitue “positive sexual
experience”) 2. Recieve Love 3. Not be harmed in any
way 4. Not harm anyone else in any way….. I was not concerned
with whether an individual liked camping, or motorcycles,
or auto erotic asphyxiation !!! I was concerned with just
what I listed though it is the purpose of this article to
explain why that is not incompatible with being concerned
with anothers happiness or joy in a genuine way. I like so
many of you had been programmed from early years to require
an intellectual pacification of seemingly important
(to me) but nonetheless arbitrary criteria before I would
allow myself to participate in a physical relationship
even though that may have been all I wanted or needed. I was
raised to think that regardless of whether I actually possesed
any redeeming characteristics, anyone seeking to return
my advances or being interested in me should also be required
to attach atleast a modicum of *purely cerebral sentiment
(*this I did not know). To be displayed to my satisfaction
by their atleast acting “as if” they truly cared
about my hobbies and interests, occupation, personal
opinions, etc…Then and only then could we engage in the
four things I listed. I also began to realize that as they
were doing this for me (with varying levels of conviction)
so was I trained from childhood to do it for them, and was.
Somewhere along the line I realized something else (and
unfortunate) was beginning to manifest itself in my experience.
Through no contrivance I was conscious of, and depending
on how great my need was for the four things that I listed….
I found myself more able in what seemed initially to be menial
ways to adjust and adapt who I was and what I did and did not
prefer to hurry the process along to phase two. What I couldn’t
have known however was that a small tear in the fabric of
the truth (or the facts about me) at a relationships onset,
would become a cavernous chasm as time went by. As more and
more things on a daily or weekly basis were required of aspects
of my personality that I had exaggerated either my skill
with or their existence altogether, communication had
to by nature be sacrificed to the fear of this truth (or denial
of it). Feelings were inevitably hurt in the insuing confusion
and usualy it ended with some parting on terms of “we
are just too different” and the cycle would begin
again. Too different we were…many times….but from
the beginning that was so. Too different about what ? Now
that is the question. For many times in these types of experiences
the sex was Fantastic. There was giving also…to be sure.
There were times enjoyed by both to the fullest which only
complicated things at the end when our intellectual understandings(or
need of them) didn’t meet what was going on in reality.
Regardless of the fact that there was much joy and bliss.
The critera I was programmed with (or she) was being superceded
and that caused a rift within me personally, or my partner.
Also the superceding of it to get where I knew to be valueable,
caused unwanted dishonesty and hurt.Understand now I
am not giving a sermon on why Men lie to have one night stands.
My topic is of a genuiness of sharing on a physical level
that is only denegraded as such by those who may have never
known it. A cheap lay is what it is. I need write no article
about that. So I began to understand that all I was seeking
I had indeed found at various times…with various partners.
Why then this seeming mountain of unwanted negativity
surrounding so many of the situations themselves when
I though of them? Why was it necessary for that to be a part
of my experience? Could I communicate what I wanted and
avoid these pitfalls ? Would anyone be able to hear me if
I tried ? It was no given that someone I may be attracted to
would have had the the same realizations….. Why doesn’t
anyone seem to beleive that I can and do care about you in
the holiest of ways even though what we share may be unconventional
to many ? Over time I realized that it wasn’t a rift in
philosophy that was causing the disconnect between us.
It was a question of another controversial subject…..enlightenment.
As I am a spiritual guide (for want of a better term) here
is where the rubber may meet the road for us all. There is
not one but two relationships going on when two people are
together. Yours to me (which I may assume some things correctly…some
not…but as I cannot get inside you I will never know about
100%) and mine to you. Most people focus on the one (which
one if there are two ?) …The one they may be making up in
their imagination(s) as they go along. So long as you concentrate
on YOUR relationship to your partner and focus all of your
energy on it being good….then it can be an ecstasy….a
dream in loving that is good. If you have to constantly manage
in your mind (since it can only somewhat be affected by you
in reality ) what your partners relationship to YOU is,
or what your collective (perhaps imaginary) relationship
is, then you have a neurosis…not a joy. Please do not misunderstand…of
course people have meaningful exceptions to this experience
all about us. Everyone knows someone who has a love with
a Partner that is founded in the infinite…..in that which
cannot be explained….only admired. That however has
more to do with grace and you are just as well of hoping you
win the lottery as paying too much attention to it for your
own wishful ends. I needed something I could effect. My
consciousness of what is and what is not had to be it. So until
I was perchance fortunate enough to stumble upon a blessing
of that sort I had to understand this. Passion can be its
own end. There is only one way to love. That is unconditionally.
Saying I loved my ex-wife differently than I do my Mother
would not be true. What was different was the nature of the
relationship…the passion. Love is of the eternal…not
the temporal, and I do not control it. I only convey or block
it. Love is synonymous with the energy that causes the stars
to burn and the trees to bloom in the cool mist of early spring.
Now we have corrupted the word. Taken the eternal and exchanged
it for the temporal…and for gain…for manipulation.
At first we meet someone and we may enjoy all types of activity
and share what each has brought to the table. Somewhere
along the line we confuse our passion for a phrase. We exchange
it. “I love you”…we begin to say to our partner,
and at first it is like a punctuation on a beautifully written
verse. Over time however as we seek more out of each other
than we should (for varying reasons not the least of which
I mentioned earlier) we atrophy in our endeavors. We think
more of how the other can help us than vice versa. We cannot
realize that which they do, do…..we take for granted
that which not so long ago we sought so untiringly. Yet we
qualify our slide into this malaise by a codependency on
this phrase…this misused phrase that keeps us in the
idea of happiness instead of just that. ” I love you”.
We are like a person who goes to a restaraunt and eats the
menu instead of the food. Far past the point of there being
any fire…any passion…anything whole and healthy..we
remain for another fix. Like a heroin addict, we are junkeys
for the hypnosis we have helped to create. Meeting someone
for the four things I listed is the most honest agenda for
a human being to have. It is your very nature. It is intrinsic
to you. There is no need to apologize for it or to add a mountain
of justifiable reasons why another should be o.k. with
it also. Passion can only be found in the moment it is true.
So it IS momentary. Here is the eternal joke though….so
is life…and so are you. Oh No ? then go and do anything you
might about yesterday or go and shake one persons hand in
tommorow right now. Right now…they do not exist. Nor
will they. When tommorow comes it will be right now and then
you’ll lose the argument all over again. We must “be
where we are”…in the moment….eternal…magical…magnificent….That
is where the passion is and all life and joy are going on.
Don’t seize the day…you cannot even do that ! All
you can seize is this Moment…SEIZE IT ! If you can be concerned
with anothers happiness you can be giving. If you can be
focused on anothers pleasure you can be genuine….in
the abscence of self centeredness a miraculous gift can
be given. You can transmit actual, unconditional love.
You can experience passion. Your union with another can
be just that….in the moment, passionate, of the eternal,
radiant, Bliss. Noone could ever find something wrong
with that…something lacking in it. Some other criteria
to meet. This is the most beautiful of things. It is a sharing,
a selfless joy that benfits all. Quite a paradox ! It is there
and it is available to us without our mind. Without our egocentricism.
Without our fears. It has no darkness in it. So let go of that
which you thought was useful if it took you where it took
me. Do not be afraid. Certainly you should screen the people
you wish to meet. Surely you should have some precaution,
find mutual attraction, and practice safe sex. After that
though, leave the old program at the door of Adult FriendFinder. Experience
what I have shared with you and you will be better for it I
promise. It is possible to want each other and be giving
and loving and passionate through this moment uninhibited.
To not have to share pizza when you like chinese because
you are really looking for four things. To not listen to
rap when you like jazz so you can get to four things. The only
requirement is that you be genuine in your doings. That
only requires honesty with yourself. Then all you may find
as you wait for “your soulmate” is the kingdom
of heaven. May you be blessed on your journey !

Ok, so, I’ll admit it……..I’m paranoid as
hell about those damn cookies…..I hate ‘em, hate
‘em, hate ‘em!!!! I resent the intrusion of my
privacy, and even if they serve a purpose when shopping,
I’d like to be given a choice as to whether or not I want
one “planted” on my computer! Too much BIG BROTHER
for my taste. I believe that my feelings may stem from being
born in a Communist country and growing up listening to
stories about the total lack of privacy. How do you feel
about them? Do you resent them?

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I see postings by men and women both who dispairover actually
finding sex on Adult FriendFinder. There is an option some have not tried
or perhaps not fully utilized. I’m talking about groups.

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When I married Kristi I felt like the luckiest man
in the world. I’d been a bachelor for the past 2
years ever since I’d caught my first wife cheating
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This is a story of my first time ever, and it happened to be
with my sister.

I (Robert) was 15 and horny as hell. Duh, all those hormones!
I have an older brother (Ryan) who is 4 years older than me
and a sister (Corrina) who is 3 years younger. Anyways,
my older brother was off for college (it was August) and
my parents were gone on vacation together. I had to work
at the local grocery store so I couldn’t go, and my younger
sister had summer volleyball league, so she had to stay.
My parents were gone for a 2 weeks so I was the “man of the house”,
so to speak. My sister was 12 at the time, and could be annoying from
time to time, as all younger sisters can be. But she was nice
enough, and we got along great. Well, one day, about 3 days
after my parents left, I came home from work and walked into
the house. I headed upstairs to my room to change out of my
work clothes. As I was walking towards my room, I passed
my sisters room, and the door was ajar. I stopped to peek
in when I noticed that my sister was standing in her panties
and sports bra, as she had just come back from volleyball
practice. She was standing sideways to me, folding some
laundry and not paying attention. I guess I had never really noticed my sister, but I suddenly
realized that she was growing up. She is pretty cute, blonde,
blue eyes, about 5′3″, about 110lbs. Your normal 12 year
old. She was just starting to mature, with small firm breasts.
With the tightness of the sports bra and her panties, I was
a bit turned on. Afraid of being seen, I snuck off to my room,
grabbed my change of clothes and went to the bathroom and
into the shower. I was still thinking of my sister and I started
jacking off. This was new as she was my sister and I figured
this was wrong!! But I was so turned on and horny that I jacked
off with fury, spraying my load all over the bottom of the
shower. I was now curious about her. The next day, I didn’t have
to work. I waited till my sister had left on her bike for volleyball
practice, and I went into her room. I opened up her dressers
and found a small stack of bras. I checked the sizes and found
that she was 34A. Pretty small, but like I said, she is only
12 and just starting to develop! Poking around peoples
rooms is nothing new to me. I’m pretty sneaky and nosy, and
I poked around my older brothers room and found a few porn
magazines (which I would stare at from time to time when
no one was home). Another time I poked around my parents
room and found a box of condoms, which grossed me out and
intrigued me just the same. Well, I proceeded to go straight
to the bathroom, thinking of my sister and her 34A breasts,
I jacked off into the toilet. The next day, I got home around 3 o’clock from work (short
day) to find my sister home. Apparently, practice was cancelled
for the day and she was at home, on the phone. She was dressed
in a little black skirt that went down to her knees and a white
T-shirt. While she was bent over the counter talking, I
could see the outline of her bra in the shirt and her cute
little legs poking out of the skirt. I started thinking
about her bra size and started to get horny again. Well,
I noticed that her conversation on the phone was a bit ’strained’
and she was starting to cry. She hung up the phone and turned
around, surprised to see me. “When did you get home” she said, trying to hide the sobs
in her voice. “uhh?.i got off early today?.what about you and practice?”
I asked back. “It was cancelled?” she answered, a small tear coming down
her face. “Is everything OK?” I asked her.
She shook her head “no”. “Whats the matter?” I asked, andshe proceeded to tell me (we were actually kinda close,
even if she is occasionally annoying) all about how her
and her best friend were fighting. My sister’s friend had
started hanging out with other girls, and had been dissing
my sister all week. Never inviting her to anyplace, stuff
like that. It was really upsetting to my sister. I walked
over and gave her a hug. She hugged me tightly back and started
to cry again. I could feel her tiny, firm breasts against
my chest as we hugged and it turned me on even more. “Tell ya what! Forget that stupid bitch! I’ll go get us pizza
and a movie, and we’ll hang out tonight! Sound good to you?”
I asked. Her face brightened up as she nodded yes, a small smile appearing
on her lips. I got on my bike, and rode the 6 blocks to the movie
place, and rented Top Gun, one of her favorites. I got home,
ordered a pizza, and slipped the movie in. The pizza came
20 minutes later (pepperoni, her favorite also) and we
watched the movie. She had changed into sweats and a loose
T-shirt for bed. She was lying across the couch, her head
towards me as I sat. When the movie was over, she looked up
at me and smiled. As she lifted her head, I was able to see
right down her shirt at her bra. It was invigorating. My sister started talking to me about Top Gun, and how hot
Tom Cruise was, and how she wished that some guy would kiss
HER like that. Now me and my sister had never really talked
about this type of stuff before, and with me being so horny,
it was even more exciting. “Ever kissed anyone before?” I asked innocently.
“Well, Donny Percy kissed me once in 4th grade, but I don’tthink that counts.” She answered.
“I’ve only kissed one girl in my life, ” I answered. Thiswas true. I wasn’t exactly the “ladies man”, per se. I wasn’t
bad looking, but I was shy and tended to hide at social events.
That one kiss was on a dare in 7th grade, and didn’t really
count. “I wonder what its like” she asked
“Me too” I answered.
She scooted closer to me on the couch, leaned over and gaveme a big hug. “Thanks for tonight” she said, “I really appreciate
it! You’re a great brother!”. “Uhhh?.your welcome?” I
answered. My heart was beating out of my chest at this point,
and she could feel it. “Is that your heart?” she asked. “Why
is it beating so hard?” I couldn’t answer, I just shrugged
my shoulders. She looked up at me, in my eyes, and said “Wow!
You have REALLY pretty blue eyes!! I guess I never noticed
before! I wonder why girls don’t like you more. I mean, you
are pretty cute! Too bad you’re my brother!” she said half-kidding,
half-flirting. She gave me a quick smile and leaned back
against the couch. “Can I ask you a question?” she said.
“Sure!” I replied.
“Ummm?I’m not sure how to ask this, but ummm?since neitherof us has ever kissed, and I REALLY want to know what its like?.would
it be wrong if we kissed really quick. You know, just for
practice.” She stammered at me. I was flabbergasted. “Ummm?uhhh?yeah?uhh?.I
think?uhhh?..I suppose it wouldn’t be wrong since we are
just?uhh?practicing?uhhh?” I stammered back. “Great!” she answered enthusiastically, “ummm?.how
do we do it really? I mean, like on TV or what?” I didn’t have all the answers so I just shrugged. She scooted
closer till we were sitting side by side. I put my arm over
her shoulders and asked “are you sure?” “Yeah” she answered.
So I leaned forward and so did she, keeping our eyes open,
we brought our lips slowly together. We were both new to
this so be bumped teeth at first. We both laughed and tried
again. This time, we “puckered” and brought our lips together.
Let me tell you, my heart was beating out of my chest! My
brain was turning cartwheels and I thought I was gonna pass
out!! My hands were shaking as I lifted my left hand and placed
it on her shoulder and my left hand was on her other shoulder.
Our eyes were still open. Her lips were soft, but she was
shaking as badly as I was! We broke the kiss, but I kept my
hands on her shoulders. “Lets try it like on TV!” she said. Keeping my hands on her,
we leaned in, this time turning our heads till our lips touched.
We pressed firmly, and this time, I closed my eyes. I moved
both arms down around her body till I was hugging her tightly
against my lips. She slowly put hers around me. We started
moving our lips more as the kiss began to turn a bit passionate.
I thought “what the heck!” and stuck my tongue in her mouth.
She quickly broke the kiss and said “what was THAT?” Worried
that I had ruined my moment I stammered “Uhh?that’s how
I’ve seen it done on TV!!” She looked at me kinda weird, then
smiled, grabbing my head and pulled me back to her lips.
This time, she stuck her tongue in my mouth as well. My hands
started caressing her back as our tongues played. Becoming
daring once again?I slowly started pushing against her.
She didn’t resist and soon she was on her back on the couch,
me on top, and both of us full out making out!! I was in heaven!
Sister or not, at that point, I just didn’t care! I broke
the kiss and began to kiss along her cheek to her ears. I began
to suck on her lobes and nibble them slightly. My sister
never complained, but I could feel her breathing get heavier
and hear the sound of her breath coming in and out. Both my
hands were on her head and I was rubbing it as I moved from
her ear to her neck. Just like I saw on TV, I started to lick
her neck and kiss it while I rubbed her head. I loved how she
responded, eyes clothes, breathing heavy, rubbing my
back. I moved back up her her lips and she received me fully,
her tongue exploring me, kissing me rather fiercly. By
this time, I had a RAGING hardon and was starting to rub up
against her, which felt awesome. I moved back to her neck, kissing and licking. I moved my
hands slowly from her head to the side of her face?down to
her shoulders, and finally I brought my right hand down
to her left breast. I hesitated then placed it on the small,
firm tit. She immediately tensed up, breaking the kiss.
I quickly removed my hand and started to apologize. I was
expecting a slap but instead, she grabbed my hand and placed
it on her tit, and pulled me in for another kiss. I was in heaven!!
My tongue was exploring her mouth while my hand was touching
my first breast. Persuaded by her forwardness, I moved
both hands down and began fondling both of her small, firm,
perky tits. This went on for about a minute when she pushed me off of
her. Startled, I sat up and so did she. She was breathing
heavy (as was I) and she didn’t say anything. She just stared
at me, and me back at her. “Wow.” She said, “This is fun! Have you ever done this before?”
“Nope” I answered.
“Well, now that we’ve done that, I have another suggestion!”she said
A bit excited, I answered with “what??!!”
Her response was her pulling her shirt off, revealing hertiny upper body and her nice little breasts all wrapped
up in a white cotton bra. She smiled at me and proceeded to
climb into my lap and kiss me, grabbing my hands and putting
them on her breasts. I was in heaven!! I started to squeeze
her small breasts when I decided to take some initiative
and I reached around to unsnap her bra, only to find no fastners.
She broke the kiss, grabbed the front of the bra and un-hooked
it. I was amazed, and nearly jizzed in my shorts at the sight
of her naked, perky tits, 5 inches from my face. Still straddling
me, I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth.
She giggled a bit as I licked it. I liked how it hardened when
I licked it. My sister did too, as she was shutting her eyes
as I was licking them. I alternated between breasts, all
the while licking. She started to tug at my shirt. I broke
free of her breasts to pull my shirt off. She then pulled
me back down on top of her and we began to kiss, our bare chests
rubbing against eachother. My hardon was raging by this
time, and our making out was getting very intense. I pulled
back and began to play with her breasts again. This was my
fantasy, and they were beautiful. They were small, since
she had only hit puberty about 10 months before, but that
made them firm and perky, and rather sensitive. Her face
was flushed and her lips were forming an “o” shape as she
breathed. I bent down and kissed her again. One hand on a
breast, the other traveling down her sweats to her crotch.
I began to rub the fabric of her crotch while she stiffened
and wiggled to this new stimulation. I broke the kiss and went back to her ears while she panted
heavily as I rubbed her crotch. I pulled off her, grabbing
both sides of her sweats I began to pull them off. My hands
were shaking uncontrollably and her breathing was heavy
as she lifted her hips to help me remove her sweats. I stared
down at her white panties, and looking her in the eyes, she
nodded, and I reached down, grabbed them and pulled them
off as well. She looked a little scared and I guess I did too
cause she said “wait.”. I stopped, and she said “I don’t
know what I’m doing! I’m scared!” “I’m a virgin too!” I answered?.
I looked down at her crotch to find a beautiful sight. Small,curvy pussy lips with just a small patch of early-pubesent
hair growing above her crack. My first, true female pussy
right before my eyes. I reached down, and touched it. She
reacted by jumping a bit, so I backed off. “don’t stop” she
answered?so I reached down and began to rub the top of her
slit, right at her clitoris. She began to breath really
heavy and began to moan. Taking one finger, I found her hole
and started to push inside. She was starting to get wet,
but her cunt grabbed my finger like a vice as I moved it in
and out. She lay back, arching her back and moaning as I moved
it in and out faster and faster. She suddenly sat up, and
started fumbling at my crotch. I reached down, and with
shaky hands undid my pants pulling them and my underwear
a the same time down my legs, kicking them off. My 5″ boner
sprang to attention. My sister immediately grabbed my
swollen cock and began to beat on it up and down. I almost blew my wad right there, so I grabbed her hands
and pulled them away. An animal rage took over me and I jumped
on top of her and madly began to pound with my penis, trying
to find her pussy hole. She started hitting me on the back
saying “ow ow! STOP!!”. I realized what I was doing and immediately
jumped off of her. She said “don’t!! I don’t want to get pregnant,
especially by my brother!” I was ashamed and disappointed,
as I was hoping to get a piece of ass that night. Then I remembered
my parents room. Without a word, I sprang up and ran up the
stairs, with her yelling “whats going one?” at me. I grabbed
my parents drawers and poked around till I found a box of
condoms and a tube of KY jelly that I had found a few months
earlier in my little “detective” searches. I ran down the stairs, nearly tripping as I went. I ripped
open the box of condoms and spilled them on the floor. I grabbed
a condom and ripped it open and unrolled it on my dick. So
anxious to be inside her, the sensation of the condom nearly
caused me to go right there. My sister looked at me a bit confused
and scared. “I’m not sure Robert! I’m kinda scared!” I assured
her that the condom would work and asked her if she wanted
to have sex. She looked at me a second then nodded “yes”.
“What do I do?” she asked. I really didn’t know, and was relying
on what I saw in my brothers magazines. So I told her to lay
on her back and spread her legs. She layed down on the floor
and spread her legs. I crawled up between her legs and lay
on top of her. I began to kiss her as my penis poked and prodded
to no avail. To my surprise, my sister lifted her legs till
her feet were on the ground and her knees pointed up. She
broke the kiss, reached down and grabbed my raincoated
dick and started to guide it. I felt the tip press against
something warm and wet. “Slowly!” she said, “I heard it
hurts the first time!” I gave her a quick kiss, then with
all my concentration, I began to push into her slowly. Her
tight, 12 year old vagina resisted a bit, and I wiggled back
and forth, slowly inching my dick farther and farther into
her. She screwed up her face a bit and was breathing hard.
I stopped and asked “does it hurt? Are you fine?” She just
said “keep going!” then shut her eyes. I pushed a bit farther
till I felt her hymen. Taking a deep breath, I pushed hard
and felt it press past the barrier. My sister “yelped” and
I stopped. She was breathing really heavy and was saying
“ow ow ow” as I lay frozen. Scared I was hurting her, I began
to back out of her. She squeezed me tight, said “no!” and
wrapped both legs around my waist. I stopped pulling out
and began to push farther in But she was getting wetter,
so it was a bit easier now. I pushed until I was buried up to
the hilt of my dick. We were both breathing heavy as I began
to pump. . She was so tight that I thought she would rip the
condom off of me everytime I thrust! She was still breathing heavy and so was I. I got about 4
thrusts going when I felt my dick explode into the condom.
I collapsed on her, breathing heavy. “sorry” I said. “what
happened?” she asked. “why are you sorry?” “Uhhh?cause
I already blew my wad!” I answered. I pulled out and pulled
the condom off. There was a little blood on the condom and
on the floor. My sister looked scared but I assured her that
I had read that most girls bleed after their first time.
She seemed a bit more relieved then said “is it always that
short?” Embarresed, I said “no” and she said that we should
try again. I was so horny that I was already starting to get
hot and hard again. I grabbed another condom from the box.
She crawled over to me and began to play with my penis. It
surely didn’t take long for ole John Thomas to get excited!
Once fully erect, I put the condom on myself and she layed
down again. I said “no! Lets try something else!” Confused,
she asked me what, and I explained the “woman on top” position
that I had seen in some magazines. I layed down and she crawled on top of me, straddling me.
I grabbed my dick and guided it into her fresh cunt. It was
still super tight and she had to wiggle to get myself into
her. But it was much easier this time. She began to pump up
and down while I stared at her. I reached up, touching her
breasts as my sister began to pump faster and faster. I began
to buck my hips with her motions, all the while squeezing
her tits and my other hand rubbing her clit. I don’t know
how I as able to hold off for so long, probably because I had
just gone 10 minutes before, but this was awesome. I was
on my living room floor while my baby sister fucked the hell
out of me!! She began to moan “Robert! Robert!” I responded
with my own cries of “Corrina” as she pumped me for about
3 minutes. Her breath was getting fast and I knew she was
close to her first orgasm. She began to howl as her orgasm
came, her vagina walls flexing and rippling my dick, causing
me to blow my wad right then and there. My sister collapsed
on top of me, breathing heavy and squeezing her vagina on
my spent dick. We lay there a few minutes, reflecting on our happiness
and lost virginities. We chatted, naked on the floor for
a few hours, periodically stopping to fuck in various positions
throughout the night!! Needless to say, this became a ritual
for us! I stole a box of condoms from a store the next day to
replenish the ones found in my parents room. We soon became
“fuck buddies”, screwing 4 nights a week or more!! I would
wait till our parents were asleep, then go to her room and
fuck eachother. It was great. We did this for 3 years till
I left for college. Whenever I would come home on vacations,
we would fuck though! Even when we had other people in our
lives, we kept fucking for years till we both got married!
Well, that is basically the story of my lost virginity!!
It was AMAZING!!

Why is my best friend’s ex calling me on the phone, griping
about life? Sure, we went to high school together and were
distant friends, but Jeez! Then she starts coming by, mostly
when my fiance is gone to work. She talks about her new husband,
and the traumas of life in general. one day, she was particularly
upset about her husband being on the road, and college,
and money, blah, blah…she was practically in tears.
I gave her a hug, and she stayed in my arms a little longer
than seemed quite appropriate. I gently let her go, she
looked up, leaned in, and started french kissing me. I was
stunned, never having had a clue. She kissed me for a minute
or so and started rubbing up against me. i noticed at this
point her tears were gone, replaced by a lascivious grin.
I decided to play it safe, and asked her if she wasn’t overreacting,
since she was so upset. she whispered that she had wanted
to do this for a long time, ever since she was with my best
friend. i asked her if she had intended for something to
happen when she came over. She grinned, moved closer, and
started taking off my clothes. I tried to bluff, saying
that my fiance would be home soon, but she knew that she would
be at work until late that night. She nibbled on my ear, and
whispered, “Just this once, let’s fuck. I’ve wanted you
for so long…i’m married, and i know you’re taken, but…”
with that, she stripped off her clothes, down to a g-string.
“do you like what you see?” she asked me. I had to nod, being
speechless. I had seen her many times, and never guessed
what luscious charms lay under her clothes, waiting for
me all those years. Her tits were the size of large grapefruits,
with perky, pink nipples. Her blonde bush was trimmed very
short, and in a heart-shape. I think the sexiest thing about
her was her self-confidence; she worked as a stripper,
and knew damn well she was hot and could do whatever she wanted
with me. She unzipped my pants, and pushed me back on the
bed- mine and my fiance’s bed- and a rush of guilt filled
me. what the hell was i thinking?! was i willing to ruin my
relationship with a woman i loved dearly for a piece of strange?
all my guilt dissolved in a wave of lust as her hot, wet, full
lips slid down around my dick, down to the shaft. as soon
as she finished pulling the rest of her clothes off, she
employed her expert hands, too. I almost lost it as she fondled
my balls, and slurped rhythmically, quickly, down my cock.
she deep-throated with every stroke, and i was in heaven.
I managed to gasp out, “if this is a one time thing, you’d
better slow down!” She promptly crawled on top of me, and
started 69ing. I’ve never seen such a juicy, succulent
mound in my life, and I dove in with gusto, the whole time
she was still going wild on my prick. As I tongued her, I slipped
a finger into her ass, and she started creaming. I flipped
her over on the bed, pinned her down, and pushed deep inside
her. Her hips rose up to meet me as she arched her back, and
started struggling. She pushed me off of her, and i worried
that I had done something stupid that was going to win me
a terminal case of blue balls. She glared at me sternly,
adn said, “I’m going to be on top!” With that, she grasped
my dick in one hand, and facing away from me, slid down my
length till her lovely tan ass was resting against my hips.
She raised up slowly, her wet cunt somehow clutching my
throbbing member, then plunged back down. she settled
into a fast, deep rhythm with wanton abandon, and rode me
til a jaw-jarring orgasm ripped through my body, right
as she was screaming. She got up, gave me a kiss on the cheek
and thanked me. Haven’t seen her since, but maybe if I do,
I can convince her that “one time only” didn’t have to be
that way!