The object in my panties seemed to jump to life, and now the audible buzzing couldn’t be denied. It felt like my entire crotch was swollen and tingly, and I realized the panties were getting wet where they pressed against my outer labia.
This wasn’t working out how I planned. It was just too much to resist, like a swarm of bees that were stinging me all over, but instead of pain, they were inflicting pleasure. I had to distract him somehow.
“Justin, what’s your favorite Bible quote?” I reached for my Bible and opened it on my lap. My bookmark fell to the floor, and I tried hard to focus on the words in front of me.
“I don’t really have one,” he replied. Then he added, “You know, I didn’t believe you, but I think you were right, you really are resisting this.”
I smiled. “Of course. I told you I would. It’s a matter of faith.” I could feel the sweat beading on my upper lip. It felt like a flock of butterflies were loose in my stomach, fluttering around and tickling my insides. I had never felt anything like this before in my life.
“I don’t even think this will affect you,” he said, and turned the knob up to three-quarters.
The vibration accelerated against my intimate flesh, and it took all my willpower not to cry out. I could feel my inner thighs trembling, and the moisture seeping from me pooled at the ridge of my labia, and then ran downward, following the curve to flow under me, soaking the black cloth. I realized I would have to wash the panties out before I gave them back to him, or he was going to know the truth.
I could feel the pleasure coiling inside of me, becoming tighter and tighter as the lovely buzzing continued. It was an unfamiliar sensation, as if it was building towards something. The inner muscles of my vagina were clenching and unclenching, almost like a squeezing fist that wished it had something to grab.
“Amanda, are you ok?” he asked. “You look a little flushed.”
I forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just a little bored, that’s all. Are we almost done?”
He shook his head. “Wow, you’re amazing. Maybe there is something to this religion. When is that meeting next week?”
“T-Tuesday,” I said. “Oh, you’ll have so much fun. We sing songs and play games, like Charades, and Match the Titties.”
“Excuse me?”
“What?”
“What was that last game you mentioned?”
“Match the Cities, why?”
“I could have sworn you said something different.”
“So, you’ll come?”
“I’m no welsher. If you win, I’ll be there.”
“It’s obvious I’m going to win. It’s almost at full power.”
I felt like screaming. The buzzing from between my legs seemed to settle in my back teeth, and I found it hard to think straight. The coiling inside was wrapping tighter and tighter, squeezing down into a tight ball.
“Well,” he said, “let’s turn it up to full power and see what happens.”
No! Please don’t!
His fingers moved to the dial and turned it all the way. The object that was nestled against my clitoris turned into a wild beast, growling and snapping against my sensitive flesh, driving me to the point of incoherence. A low groan started in my throat, but I choked it off with a hard swallow, and then coughed to cover it up. The moisture seemed like it was pouring from between my legs, and I was convinced there would be a wet spot on the couch when I got up. My nipples hardened into tight points, and I was thankful I had chosen a sensible bra that didn’t show those kinds of things.
“Amanda, are you ok?” Justin was staring intently at me.
I blinked, gritted my teeth, and forced a smile. “Just fine.”
“Wow, you are incredible. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it.”
“I t-told you. These objects have no power over me.”
Although my eyes were open, it was like I had lost my sight, as my vision became meaningless from the sensations pulsing through me. I saw, but only focused on the feelings the intruder was causing. My tongue felt thick in my mouth, and my vaginal muscles were now jerking in spasms, with my abdominal muscles following suit. It felt like I was teetering on the edge of an abyss, needing only a nudge to topple into it.
I licked my upper lip slowly, and I felt every little ridge as my tongue slid over it. It was like my body was alive for the very first time, and my senses were hyper-aware. I could even smell my own arousal, seeping out from under my skirt. The inner tightness coiled again, and I felt like a balloon that had reached its breaking point, needing only one more molecule of air to cause it to burst.
“I’m convinced,” he said. “You win. Congratulations.” He reached out and lightly rested his hand on my knee, squeezing it gently.
I wasn’t prepared for his touch on me, and the contact set off mini-explosions in my synapses. They caught and flared up, spreading like wildfire across my skin. Reaching my crotch, they set the spark that touched off the explosion.
In a powerful white-hot burst, the tight ball of ecstasy exploded inside of my loins, sending shards of pleasure rocketing outward through my body. I was vaguely aware of someone crying out and babbling, and realized it was me. I didn’t care. The bliss flooding through me seemed to wash away my guilt, cleansing me of my shame. I never knew it could be like this. I felt like an explorer finding an undiscovered treasure chest, opening it and watching all the gold and diamonds spill out.
The pleasure pulsed through me in waves, causing my muscles to convulse and spasm. I bit my lower lip and groaned, as my vagina clutched and clasped in vain. The world drifted away as I rode the river of pleasure with closed eyes, allowing it to take me wherever it went.
Finally, reality drifted back into my senses, and I opened my eyes. I was staring at the ceiling, and realized I was lying on my back on the couch. The buzzing between my legs was gone. After blinking a few times, I sat up. Justin was staring at me with wide eyes, his hand still holding the remote.
“Oh my,” I breathed.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“I think so. What happened?”
“I think you had an orgasm.”
I blinked again. “Really?”
“I think so. How are you feeling?”
I thought about his question, and assessed myself. After a moment, I said, “I feel pretty good, actually. That was incredible.”
He smiled. “It looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
“I never knew it could be like that. I loved it.”
His grin widened. “You lost.”
It took me a moment to understand what he meant, but then I returned his smile. “I guess I did.” I reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him to me. “Time to collect.”
My arms slid up around his shoulders, and his hands tentatively took hold of my waist. I arched into him and we kissed, causing me to gasp into his mouth. My nipples rose up hard against his chest, but I knew he couldn’t feel them because of my heavy bra. Only one way to correct that.
I broke our kiss and pulled slightly away from him, then began unbuttoning my blouse. His eyebrows arched in surprise.
I smiled. “What? I’m no welsher either. I pay off my bets.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d be so enthusiastic about it.”
I giggled. “Well, let’s just say you’ve shown me the light.” I shrugged my blouse off my shoulders and tossed it aside. “Some help with this, please?”
He reached around and fumbled with my bra clasp. As he did that, I ran my nose just over the skin of his shoulder and neck, enjoying his masculine scent.
Finally, the bra loosened, and he pulled the straps off my shoulders. My breasts stood proud and firm, so soft and creamy-white, topped with upturned rosy nipples that were standing at attention. His eyes were like saucers as he stared at them.
“Don’t be shy,” I said, slipping an arm around his neck and pulling him down. I held my breast in my other hand as I guided his lips to my puckered nipple. When he made contact, he latc
hed on like a hungry baby, sucking and licking, sending fresh sparks of pleasure jolting through me.
“Oooooh,” I breathed, “so nice. Just like that.”
His tongue worked over my rigid flesh, and my fingers combed through his hair, holding him to me. After a few minutes he switched to the other side, firing off new sensations with his touch. The first nipple tightened into a hard nub, as the air of the room cooled its wet, bumpy surface.
This was so wonderful. How could I have denied myself this pleasure? It felt so natural to be close to a man like this, using our bodies for their intended purpose.
His hand slid under my skirt, and I spread my thighs in invitation. I sighed as his fingers pressed against the panties, rubbing the vibrator insert against my clitoris and bringing my passion back up to a simmering level.
I cried out as his teeth nipped at my tender breast, and gripped his hair harder. He responded by pulling my panties to the side, and slipping his fingers into my sodden pussy, parting my soft lips and caressing my slick folds.
“Uhhhh,” I moaned, and hunched my hips up towards him, encouraging him to continue. My juices coated his fingers, and they found my clit, rolling over the hard nub and sending waves of pleasure emanating out from my virgin little pussy.
I slid a hand down over his chest, across his abs, and then between his legs, feeling the hard lump of his penis through his pants. He groaned as I gripped it and began to stroke him through the cloth.
I had never had a dick in my hand, but I wanted to quickly rectify that situation. My fingers made quick work of his belt, and then pulled down his zipper. Sliding my hand under the waistband of his boxers, I touched my first cock.
It was warm and thick, and both hard and soft at the same time. I gripped it again and stroked it slowly, feeling the soft outer skin sliding over the inner hardness. My fingers explored around the raised ridge of the head, curious about every part of it.
He lifted his head from my breast and kissed me hard, as his tongue wormed into my mouth. It took me a moment to become accustomed to the intrusion, but soon my tongue was dancing with his, sliding slickly together as we traded breaths.
I was in heaven. It felt like every one of my nerve endings was on high alert as each touch of him upon me compounded my pleasure. What a fool I had been. I vowed to make up for what I had denied myself.
I undid the button of my skirt, and he pulled it down over my thighs, then off my legs. Next, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the black panties, and peeled them off, sliding them down to join my skirt on the floor. I felt a sense of nostalgia for the object that introduced me to the pleasures of sex, but then I pulled Justin to me, moving onto the next thrill.
Our lips locked again as he moved between my thighs, and I felt his cock bumping against my stomach. I worked on the buttons of his shirt, exposing his muscular chest and running my fingers over it. He cupped my breast and shifted his weight into me, pushing me onto my back on the couch cushions, and settling between my legs.
I felt a moment of panic as I realized what was about to happen, but then the new me took over, and I spread my thighs even wider, wanting to discover everything that had been kept in the dark to me.
He reached down and pushed his pants and underwear onto his thighs, freeing his cock completely from its confines. Then he shifted, and suddenly I felt him at my entrance.
He paused and lifted his head, looking down at me in a mixture of desire and concern, as if to give me one last chance to back out. I smiled up at him and curled my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me and kissing him hard.
He got the message, and flexed his hips, and I groaned as I felt him begin to enter me. My inner labia stretched tightly around his swollen head, and I felt the ridge softly pop through. Then I felt his girth pushing through my intimate core, spreading me open to his invasion. I move my legs up around his sides and held on tightly, opening myself completely to him.
His cockhead hit my hymen and I winced as the flesh stretched but refused to yield. He paused, but I slid my feet down to his butt and tightened my hamstrings, pulling him into me.
“Please,” I whispered.
Once again, he got the message and flexed his hips, using his strength burrow his cock into me. I felt pressure and then a pop, followed by a sharp pain as his cock broke through, parting my inner walls and filling me completely with his engorged flesh.
He was fully inside me, stretching my tender pussy to his invasion. I felt his cockhead bump against the base of my channel, and my labial entrance stretched around his thick base. I kept my feet hard against his ass, trapping him inside of me.
“Ooooh,” I sighed in a long breath. The pain was still there, but it was muted and fading by the second. It was being replaced by a pleasurable fullness, as my clit rubbed against his root. I could feel my inner juices coating him, making him slick for what lay ahead.
Finally, I slid my feet up onto the small of his back, allowing him to slide slowly out of me.
“Uhhhhh!” I moaned, and I felt my inner walls clutching at him, trying to keep in him their grasp. But my slickness allowed him to escape, and he slid out until just the head was nestled inside.
“Yesss!” I cried, as he pistoned his hips and drove back into me in one solid thrust, beginning his rhythm as we fucked.
Fucked. I liked the sound of that word. I had never used it before, but now I was doing it, spreading my legs and allowing this stranger to fuck me. It felt so delicious.
“Fuck me, baby,” I whispered, as I corkscrewed my hips up into him, sliding my sheath up onto his jutting cock as he thrust into me. “That’s it, fuck me good.” Our bodies made a slapping sound as we hit together, and my breasts bounced and jiggled with each impact.
“Take my cock,” he said, and I felt his strength as he picked up his pace, slamming his dick hard into me.
“Yes, fill my pussy. Fuck me hard.” I would have blushed using such words an hour ago, but now they seemed to fit perfectly, just like he and I fit perfectly together.
His cock skewered into me, spreading my tight core again and again, and then slithering out, allowing my inner walls to close together. My slick entrance contracted and expanded, stretching tightly as he thrust deep, and then kissing the tip of his cock as he withdrew. This motion brought my clit down against his shaft again and again, sending my pleasure skittering towards that now-familiar precipice.
Our breaths were coming in deep gasps, as we neared our climaxes together. My exhales were in time with his thrusts, and I groaned with each one, feeling my inner pleasure building towards another explosion.
Suddenly, his body convulsed, and he drove his dick deep as he let out a loud grunt. I felt his cock jerk within my walls, followed by a spreading warmth as his cum jetted into me.
It was too much to take, and I went over the edge with him, slamming my pussy up onto his root and crying out loudly, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through me. My fingernails dug into his back as my legs twitched and spasmed, and I felt my inner pussy muscles ripple up and down his throbbing thickness. This time, they had something to squeeze as my climax raged through me.
I clung tightly to him as our orgasms rolled, and he did the same to me, his hands sliding under my ass to hold me tightly to him as his cock gave one last weak spurt into me.
We held each other and fought to catch our breaths, feeling the sticky sweat between us and relaxing in each other’s arms.
Once again, I couldn’t believe I had refused to do this. I had denied myself such wonderful pleasure. My first orgasm had been fierce, since it was the first time I had experienced such a thing. But my second one was more special, because I was holding him in my arms – and in my body – as I came.
Finally, he lifted his head and slid wetly out of me. He seemed ashamed at first, but I smiled and let him know that I was very happy about what we had done. He got dressed and packed his stuff, telling me to keep the panties.
“Is that my free gift?” I
asked.
He grinned. “Actually, your free gift would have been a half-off coupon, but I want you to have those so you’ll remember me.”
I smiled. “Justin, I’ll always remember you.”
As he stood at the door and said goodbye, we kissed sweetly and I sent him on his way.
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Well, that’s the story of how I lost my virginity. Hope you enjoyed it. Look for more of my stories where you found this one.
Sweet dreams!
My Horny Little Pussy
This story is about how once I lost my virginity, I needed more of the same. So I decided to convert my best friend Robbie. Hope you enjoy it. It happened soon after my eighteenth birthday…
I was lying on my bed masturbating, going for my third climax of the day, when my cell phone went off. The first orgasm had been when I awoke and remembered how I had lost my virginity the day before, and the pleasurable memories forced my fingers down into my panties as I lay there half awake. The second had been in the shower after breakfast, where I used my fingers and then the shower head to get myself off.
Now, I was naked on my bed with my legs spread wide, and my fingertips brushing over my clit, bringing myself along slowly. Frustrated, I wiped my slippery fingers on the sheet, and picked up my ringing cell phone.
It was Robbie, my best bud since we were both little ankle biters. We had grown up two houses apart, and had been each other’s best friend through thick and thin. While my other friends rolled their eyes when I began my religious rants, Robbie would just sit there with a smile on his face, politely letting me speak.
If it was anyone else I would have ignored the call and finished what I was doing. But I was eager to share my news with my friend, so I flipped the phone open.
“Hey, Robbie, how’s it going?”
“Hey, Amanda, what are you up to?”
“You don’t want to know.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, right. You? Doing something you shouldn’t? That’ll be the day.”
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