Where it happened: Home
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My buddy and I were eighteen and had picked up this younger chick while cruising around a neighboring town where we didn’t really know anybody. I was driving. She was sitting in between us and was soon making out with my buddy and then I could see that her shorts were open and his hand was right in there as he felt her up.
I drove us out to a local lake and parked the car, and then as expected the two of them got into the back seat and then I heard her say that she was still a virgin. She wasn’t stopping him. It seemed she wanted him to do it. He had her clothing off, all except her blouse which was open down the front and displaying the cutest little tits that I had seen.
I could see the jet black hair upon the protruding mound of lips between her thighs, and then he mounted her and rubbed his cock between them. He tried to get it in, then suddenly I heard him cuss! He’d cum. In the excitement of almost being in her he could not hold himself and I could see him holding it in his hand as he was cumming. They were finished. She was still a virgin. His cock had barely started going in her when he started cumming. She began to put her clothes on and was saying she was sorry.
After that the three of us went for a walk along the lake front and then she began to flirt with me and I responded. I could tell that my buddy was still pissed of by what had happened as well as being embarrassed and was not wanting much to do with her after that, and then after a while he walked ahead of us as we then walked up into the trees and found a place where we could fool around, and then as we were lying down I took her clothes off and felt her up, discovering her virginity as my finger went inside the narrow entrance.
I went down on her, licking her clitoris as I continued to arouse her with my finger, and then as she was approaching orgasm I slid my cock in, taking her virginity, hearing the tiny gasp she made as it went in her.
We lay there not moving. My cock had only just gone in her and I was concerned that she might want me to stop, and not fuck her. It would not have been the first time that a girl might feel remorse right after her virginity had been taken, not wanting me to move my cock or fuck her. My younger sisters friend was one. A girl who I had met once while on vacation in Mexico had been another.
She shook her head. It was alright, and then I fucked her bringing her again to approaching orgasm, then hearing of her squeals as she was cumming. It was the first time that I had taken a virgin and felt her cumming as we fucked.
We kissed a lot when it was over. She was happy we had done it and said she loved me, and that she would always remember me and what we’d done. I was playing with her cunt as we were talking, combing my fingers through the thick hair of her pussy, feeling the inner realms of her gorgeous cunt, the narrow entrance to her sex now sucking my finger like it might do with a cock. She talked about her family and how they had moved from China when she was just little and she talked as well about her little brother and a sister.
I asked why she had let us pick her up? She didn’t look like that type of girl. She was candid. She said that she was looking for a guy to pick her up. She had a boyfriend. He had broken it off with her that night, and told her that he had been fucking her best friend. He had said that his conscience bothered him, that he couldn’t wait any longer to have sex with her. She wouldn’t let him, but her best friend had moved in on him and they had been having sex for several weeks.
She was angry. Perhaps it was revenge, she wasn’t sure? At first she had wanted to kill herself, but then had gone home and then got dressed up in the sexiest clothes she had with the intent that she would sacrifice herself, and fuck so she could tell her boyfriend what she’d done. Maybe he’d regret what he had done to her.
When we had offered her a ride she made the choice, to let us fuck her, even allowing for both of us to have her if we wanted. She told me that she had sucked her boyfriends penis. I asked her if she swallowed. She said she did, and was convinced that a mans sperm was especially good for a girls skin.
I then wanted her to suck my cock, to taste my sperm. She said okay, and then went down on me and proceeded to give me a blow job, feeling my reaction as she slid her tongue along its length then put it in her mouth. She knew exactly how to suck a boys cock. Her boyfriend, she had confessed, was not the only guy whose cock she’d sucked.
I was reaching ejaculation as I recalled how good the fuck had been, then suddenly I pushed her head away from me and then took her, doggy style, from behind, my cock reacting to the pleasure that I felt while slipping in! We fucked! We fucked like I had never felt a fuck before, and then when it was over I lay down on the grass exhausted, panting like I had just won a marathon and had sprinted to the finish, my cum now dripping from her cunt. I hadn’t used protection. It had happened much too fast!
We took her back to town, to where she said she lived and dropped her off. Neither my buddy or I could believe it, an Asian girl especially, the type of girl one might never expect to do such a thing.
Sadly my buddy lost his life two years later on a motorcycle, but I could not forget our encounter on that Saturday evening in another town, with that very cute looking Asian girl we had never met before.
Last year, almost ten years later I was watching a national reality show with a gorgeous Asian girl who was the shows online producer, a show that I had seen before but never realized who she really was. It was mentioned that she had been raised in my home state, and as I thought about it I thought of how old she might be, and wondered if she ever lived in that small town where my buddy and I had been that night.
It was difficult getting a hold of her, and when I finally did I asked her if she came from there? She said she did. My name is Tom, I told her. Giving her the approximate date I told her that my buddy and I gave a ride to a girl once who had just broken up with her boyfriend. We spent some time together at the lake, and she and I had talked about her journey with her folks from China, that she had a younger brother and sister.
There was silence for a while, perhaps ten seconds, then she said it wasn’t her, but she asked my name and said she knew someone who it might have been. She said that she’d get back to me and said that she was busy right then and finished the call.
I knew that it was her, that she remembered, that I had caught her off guard. She was surprised. Two weeks later I received a call from someone else, an older lady. She wanted to come and visit. We made arrangements for her to meet me at the hospital where I was an intern at the time.
She arrived. We went into one of the consulting rooms where she began to ask me questions about my personal life. She knew some things already and had obviously done her homework, but she did not speak good English and at first it was difficult to comprehend what she was wanting. She then spoke of her daughter who at the age of fourteen had gotten pregnant to a boy and that he left her and did not want for her to make contact with him. She asked all sorts of questions about me, about my marital status, even asking about how many girlfriends I had had, and where my folks were from and what my father did, and did I own a house and if I had money in the bank. I hesitated, not sure what to say. I was broke, having attended school for almost eight years, though my father was a doctor and had supported me through medical school. I would be opening my own medical practice within a year and was wary of what she wanted, realizing that I was likely the boy she talked about who got her daughter pregnant.
Finally she asked if she could get some blood, to see if it was me who was the father. At first I hesitated, then realized that girl who I had spoken to, who was now a national celebrity, was likely her daughter, the girl whose virginity I had taken nine years before. I gave it to her.
The test was positive. I was definitely the father. Some time after that I met my nine-year old daughter and her mother at a restaurant in LA. The mother’s husband was there as well. It was an interesting meeting, at first very guarded, but then it seemed that things opened up and the chemistry was there between my daughter and I as I had not expected.
Her mother and new father and I are now great friends. We visit often. I am getting married in a few months and my daughter will be there as one of the bridal party, as well as her folks. A situation that really wasn’t ideal has turned out well.
It is an interesting story, but it is also true for those who wish to believe it.
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