jennifer

December 2, 1998


I’ve always liked guys but until a few months ago, I’ve never really been with one. I’ve been reading a few stories here and I thought it would be nice for me to tell you people what happened to me. My name’s Jennifer, but my friends call me Jenny for short. I’m 16-years old and I’m a sophomore in high school. I have straight black hair past my shoulders, emerald-green eyes, thick eyebrows ,110lbs and 5’4″. I guess I’m what you could call a typical girl who hasn’t really been informed about a lot of things and I guess some people, mostly guys, find me naive. Some of my classmates sometimes trade green jokes, but I’ve never really realized what they meant. Now I think I do.

It was February then and my bestfriend Beth, her boyfriend and me were in a party hosted by her parents. Beth is on the rich-side so parties like these were a usual thing for us. Her parents would invite me and I would sleep over. My mom and dad really didn’t mind because it was usually old people’s stuff like cocktails with businessmen and a lot of socializing stuff. But I guess Beth’s parents liked it when I came over because their only child had someone to talk to and do things with. Sometimes, I would invite Beth to stay over at my house to sleep over and we would talk about guys, dancing, books and school all night. We shared some private stories too, like the way her boyfriend Keith would kiss her in his car when they were alone, how he would touch her and sometimes when they park in a secluded area, how they did it.

Her boyfriend Mark, was a real looker. He was around 6’0″ with light-blonde hair, blue eyes, a flat-board stomach and a great body that came from being in the college swim team. He was older than Beth and me by three years and was already a sophomore in one of the colleges here. Beth didn’t really mind the age gap since she liked more mature and older men. She said guys who are older than her treat her differently than younger guys. I guess I agreed with what she thought about older men because of the way I see Mark treat Beth. He treats her like a lady and not just a girl.

Anyway, it was early evening that night when the party started, with Beth’s parents holding a dinner for some business friend’s of her dad’s. Beth, Mark and I were upstairs in her bedroom watching a tape of Independence Day 4 and just lounging around. Usually we don’t go down to mingle in parties like these. We just help with finishing up the food.

Beth was digging into the popcorn when her boyfriend whispered something to her ear that made her giggle a little, and she hurriedly went to her closet to get something out. I was surprised when she asked if I’d like a shot of tequila, holding up a bottle smuggled from her dad’s bar downstairs.

“It really is good, you should try it,” Beth told me, “after all, why should my dad and his friends have all the fun?.”

I really wasn’t into drinking and so were Mark and Beth, but I guess the daring side of us took over and Beth was soon pouring shots in a shot glass while Mark snuck down to the kitchen to get some salt and lemon. He promised to show us how to “lick, shoot and suck” since he has done this thing on occasion with his swim friends in college.

“Ok, you put some salt on any part of your hand, usually the area near your thumb, lick the salt and shoot back the tequila. After drinking it down you suck the lemon between your teeth like this,” Mark demonstrated to us after getting back from the kitchen.

It was my first time to drink something alcoholic (except wine of course) and I gagged a little from the hot stream that flowed into me after downing a shot. I never realized tequila packed such a wallop and I almost forgot to suck the lemon Mark gave me.

Beth on the other hand, took it harder than me because she coughed a lot after taking a shot. Mark had to clap her on the back a few times to get her circulation going and her cheeks really looked flushed after that. But our first time experience (or inexperience) didn’t stop us three from finishing the bottle that night, with mostly Beth and I doing the drinking since Mark had to drive back home.

After two hours of drinking and about 14 shots of tequila each for Beth and me, Mark said he had to go home for class the next day. Beth by that time was really out of it. Her speech was slurred and she could barely lift her head up from the bed where she lay. As for me, I found out that I had a bit of tolerance for alcohol, but I was still flushed, sleepy and I could feel my heart thumping and my blood going up to my brain.

“Would you mind if you took me home Mark? I really need to get a few things done tomorrow morning and I don’t think I could stay here in this condition and get up in time to do them,” I asked him as he started preparing to leave.

“Sure, I’ll take you home,” he replied, bending over Beth to make sure she was alright and kissing her on the lips before we left the house through the back door. It was still a little early (about 11:30 p.m.) and the party was not yet finished. But we really didn’t want to show ourselves to Beth’s parents before leaving because of the state we were in.

I was really sleepy at that time and as we backed out of the garage I reclined the car seat and laid back. “Are you sure you’re okay?,” Mark asked as we pulled out of the house.

“Never better, I’m a little sleepy though,” I replied.

“Better close your eyes then while I drive you home,” Mark said. It would take us about 30 minutes of driving before I was home, specially with Mark being a careful driver, so I laid-back against the seat and closed my eyes for a quick nap.

I was wearing a short black skirt about five inches above my knees and a white blouse that night, and my skirt must have inched up along my legs while I was dozing off. I didn’t realize any of this because of the condition I was in. I was dreaming that I was in bed and something or someone was touching me between my legs, making me feel good, when I came awake and opened my eyes.

Looking around in the darkness, I noticed that the car has stopped and was parked in some part of the woods near our house. It was almost pitch-black except for a faint glow of light coming from a lamp post about 50 meters away. Mark was on the driver’s side looking down at me and he had a curious look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. I didn’t know if I just imagined “that look” specially with the alcohol running in my brain.
But apparently I didn’t because I felt something touch me between my legs, caressing lightly against the panties I was wearing. Looking down, I saw my skirt bunched up around my waist and Mark’s left hand toying with me, playing his fingers on my panties. Just then I realized it wasn’t a dream and Mark had been touching me for the past few minutes.

“You look beautiful Jenny,” Mark said. His speech came in a different way, like it was full of lust. I knew it didn’t come from the tequila we downed earlier. I was still in shock of what was happening, coupled with the tequila, I didn’t think I really knew what I was doing that night. I didn’t stop him when he leaned down over me and kissed me gently on the lips, slowly at first then prying them open with his tongue.

Looking back, I have to admit this was a real turn on for me. This was my real first kiss and I really didn’t mind that I was kissing Mark, specially with the way he looked and was making making me feel. Mark had been my secret crush since the day Beth introduced him to me. I was raised by a very religious family and have not been allowed to date very much. I considered myself very attractive, with my long legs and nice shape (I’m 32-25-33).

As Mark kissed me, his fingers between my legs were not idle. I felt him as his touching became a little more urgent, his middle finger running along my slit. For the first time I noticed that I was wet down there and getting wetter with the way he was treating me. I knew it wasn’t right, but it felt so good that I started kissing back. My hands pulled his head closer to me as I pushed my own tongue into his mouth. It was my first time to do that, relying on instinct as I felt his tongue push against mine. He drew back and looked at me again, running his eyes over my whole body that sent shivers up my spine. His fingers were doing wonders to me, forcing me to open my legs wider and moan as he scratched his fingers over my wet mound.

“Do you like this Jenny???”.

“Y-yes.,” I replied as I pulled back his head and kissed him again on the lips. I felt a little dizzy specially with the way my stomach was knotting with his hand playing with me. He kissed me back and thrust back his tongue inside my mouth, licking the roof of my mouth and running them over my teeth, forcing me to whimper for more. It felt really good and I wanted more. My body was reacting heavily to his teasings and I began to notice that I was involuntarily raising my hips against his hand to feel the touch of his fingers on me. His middle finger was nestled along my slit, pushing against the crack as my hips moved up and down against it.

Slowly, Mark pulled back again and with one final dip of his head, licked me fully on the lips. “You’re wet. What do you want to do about it?,” he said.

“I don’t know,” I replied still thrusting my hips against his hand, my back arching everytime I felt his touch on me.

“Do you trust me, Jenny?”

“Y-yes”.

“Do you want me to do you?,”.

“Y-yes,”. His fingers were now toying with the elastic of my panties, lifting them up and then slowly releasing them. I felt hot between my legs, like a furnace was between them. While I may have been a little nanve about sex, I knew how to please myself when I am alone. But this is the first time that I felt like this. The area between my legs has never been this hot and wet.

My left hand was now on the back of Mark’s head, trying to pull him down for another kiss, but his eyes were glued to my body and what I was doing to it. He knew I couldn’t take much more of his teasing, specially when he drew back his hand playing with me and lifted them up to the faint glow of the light to see that his fingers and palm were slick with my wetness.

“Lick your lips for me,” Mark told me, as he licked a finger to taste me. I was so turned on seeing him licking his own finger coated with my wetness that I obeyed without hesitation. Opening my lips, I slowly stuck out my tongue and ran the tip on my upper lip from corner to corner, my eyes glued to his as he looked at me. His eyes showed me he liked it and ran my tongue back again to the opposite side, teasing him. I could tell with the way he looked at me that he was more turned on now. He placed his wet fingers back between my legs and began to touch me again through my panties. This time, his index finger would slowly push against the cloth until about a centimeter of his finger pushed inside me, opening my own lips between my legs and forcing another moan to escape from me.

“Do you like this?,” he asked, drawing my eyes from what he was doing to me. Slowly he opened his own lips and showed me the tongue that recently invaded my mouth. He was making grinding motions with it, flicking it up and down at the same time moving it in circles. It must have measured about four inches long. I felt a little revulsion with what he was showing me, but I knew that I wanted it and I wanted him.

“Yes”.

“Where do you want it?”

“Anywhere you want, please”

“Anywhere?”

“Y-yes, anywhere”, as his finger pulled down the elastic of my panties, toying with my pubic hair. His finger hooked on the elastic band and slowly pulled them down until I was exposed to his eyes, my panties around my knees. With one quick pull, he pulled them all the way off me, down my ankles and to the car floor.

“Do you want me here?,” he asked, his hand spreading my legs wider his fingers running through my hairs, then down to the sides of my opening to caress me. I could smell myself, my muskiness, as he opened my lips a little, parting them with two fingers as he touched me.

“I don’t know. I want you,” I said, a tinge of hesitation creeping into my voice. But my hesitation evaporated as he leaned down over me and kissed me again, pushing his tongue inside me. His right hand slowly crept up to my breast and squeezed it. Slowly he unbuttoned my blouse until he could see my breasts straining against my bra. My eyes-felt heavy and each kiss that trailed down from my mouth, to my neck, down to the hollow of my throat and on top of my breasts forced me to close them in ecstasy.

Unclasping the front of my bra, he released my breasts but did not uncover them. I felt the tightness around my breasts leave to be replaced by caresses as his fingers rubbed against my hard nipples. His hand between my legs had left me and has moved up to take the place of his right hand, as he used that one to lean on as he kissed the area above my breasts, flicking it slowly with his tongue.

“I want to see you. Show yourself to me,” he said, leaning back in his own seat. His hand going down to his own pants to caress something that I have never seen before. I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do, but I knew I wanted to please him. Slowly I lifted my bra off my breasts, exposing dollar-sized pink nipples to his eyes. My nipples were already hard from his caresses and with the way he stared at them, I think he liked them. Running my hand to each breast, I cupped them in each hand and raised them to his eyes. I couldn’t resist touching my nipples, squeezing them between my index and middle fingers as I showed them to him.

“Like this?,” I moaned.

“Yes,” he said, his head now dipping to my breasts as he began to lick them. I savored each and every action he did to me as his hands began kneading my breasts, squeezing them slowly and caressing them while his tongue flicked at my nipples. It was a new sensation and I liked it. He slowly began to lick each of my nipples in small circles then without warning, took each of them inside his mouth, sucking them in.

“Mmmm… I want you,” I said as arched my back to get more of me in him, my left hand caressing his head as I pulled it harder against my breasts, my teeth clenching each time he licked me. My wetness was already oozing as his fingers returned between my legs.

Lifting back his head, he replied huskily “Not here…,”.

“Where? I want you, please,”

Moving back up to his seat, Mark started the car again to drive deeper into the park. I was a secluded area and pretty peaceful. There was a remote chance that someone would discover us here, but that only increased my arousal. I knew where he was headed since we frequented the park often with Beth. There was a secluded spot inside the park where we moved one of the picnic tables one night so we could have a place of our own. We called it Bird’s Nest because the spot was covered with bushes all around and the only way into it was to pass through thick-woods. There was only one trail into it and one trail out. Sneaking up on anybody there was almost impossible, not unless you were a forest ranger.

“Are we going to the Bird’s Nest?” I asked as I tried to button my blouse back on. But his hand pulled my hands down.

“Yes we are, but I don’t think you are going to need to put that back on. We are almost there and there is no one at this time of night to see us,” he said.

We neared the edge of the trail and parked the care behind a few trees. The spot was about 50 feet into the woods and it was almost pitch black, the only illumination were the light coming from the moon and the stars. It had been raining for the past few days, except tonight and I knew the weather would be humid inside the woods.

We kissed again just before leaving the car. Mark let his lips wander down to my breasts as he suckled each nipple before draping me in his college jacket and pulling out a blanket from under the back seat. I knew it was there from the stories Beth had told me about them.

As I stepped out of the car naked, draped only in his jacket, Mark came up to me again and slowly took me in his arms. We kissed all the way to the Bird’s Nest, his hands never leaving my breasts as we walked with me in front, my behind caressing against the hardness there.

The touch of his hardness caressing against my behind only increased my excitement. My wetness was already dripping along my inner thigh as we rounded the bushes and came to our spot. Mark then took out the blanket and draped them over the wooden picnic table. Pushing me towards it, he ran his hands all over my breasts, dipping down to my stomach to palm my wetness.

“Your pussy’s wet,” he smiled.

“I know,” as I felt his palm rubbing against me back and forth. I felt my lips between my legs puff up again as his hands began to tease me.

“What do you want me to do about it?,”.

It was then that I knew what I wanted: “Lick me”.

Mark pushed me against the table., forcing me to sit down at the edge and lift my legs from the ground. I knew what he was thinking and instinctively opened my legs as he took off his shirt and kneeled in front of me. The sight of his flesh made me want him more as he rested his cheek against my right thigh, both of his hands pushing my legs farther apart. I could feel his hot breathe between my thighs as he prepared to do my request. Slowly, his hands inching deeper into me, he began to caress the sides of my slit, touching the wetness. I knew he wanted me more now with the way he was panting and I couldn’t resist pulling his head to me, as I waited in anticipation of what he will do.

Like a dream, Mark’s head pushed forward until it was a few inches from my slit, then with his tongue, he licked me, tracing the tip on my opening and eliciting a strong moan from me. This was the first time someone licked me and it felt good. My stomach knotted and my wetness flowed as he opened my lips with his tongue, pushing the tip between my puffed lips and tracing it up and down. With his fingers, he spread my lips wide and he began to lick my insides, until I felt him enter me and lick my walls. His licking was more urgent now and I felt the beginning of an orgasm spreading from my stomach and between my legs to go down to my toes and breasts. Arching my hips, I tried to push against him as his thumb caressed my clit, strumming it and then pressing it like a button. This was too much for me, my walls began to contract and I felt myself squeeze his tongue as he pumped it inside me, deeper and deeper. His lips were now against mine as he pushed deeper, his lips replacing his thumb to caress my clit. With the suddenness that I didn’t expect I whimpered as I came, my two hands holding his head against me as I pushed against him, grinding my hips against his tongue and mouth. I felt my juices drip out of me as he licked them out, cleaning me and moaning his satisfaction. He drained me of my juices as I fell back to lay on the table, exhausted.

“You tasted great Jen,” Mark said as he took each of my left and right lips between his own, sucking them with his own and licking them one final time before standing up. Slowly he removed his pants as I rested, my
eyes half-closed from exhaustion. But seeing his pants drop down to the grass at his feet made my eyes perked up again. From what I could see, Mark was big. He wasn’t wearing any underwear under his pants and it must have measured eight or nine inches long as it stood up in front of him, his hand cradling it as he stroked. But its thickness was what surprised me. It was almost as wide as my wrist and I was sure that my small hands would barely go around the girth.

Slowly he approached me until he was standing between my legs again, his hardness looming over half of my body. He took my hand in his and slowly guided it to his hardness. For the first time in my life I touched someone’s cock and I knew I liked how it felt. It was smooth and as he traced my hand along it, I felt the small veins throbbing and the heat it radiated. I knew instinctively where it belonged and I wanted it there soon.
But I think Mark knew what I wanted because he withdrew my hand and slowly pushed his cock against my stomach, rubbing it over my wet hairs, around my stomach and thighs, until he was nestled between my legs, his hardness sliding outside my lips.

“Do you want it here???”.

“Yes..”

“Do you like this?”, he said as he slid the whole length hard outside my lips, opening them once again and forcing them to wrap partially against his cock. I was getting wet again from the teasing as I reached for his hands and placed them on my breasts.

“Yes…do a-anything you like. I’m yours,” I panted, my hips pushing against his cock nestled between them.

Wetting his cock in my juices, Mark slowly positioned the tip of his hardness at my opening, spreading my lips further as he moved the tip of his cock from left to right, rubbing against me. With a small grunt, he pushed against me, the tip entered me, pushing slowly inside, my lubrication easing his entrance.

“Can you take it, you are tight,” he asked???

“I d-don’t know, but I want to try, please?”

With that, he rested for a while, letting me feel the head of his cock slowly push against me to rub against my inner walls. Then with a push, he entered me slowly, sliding inside me until I had half of his hardness deep in me. The sensations hurt a little, but it was a good kind of hurt. I felt my lips expanding to accommodate him and my walls contracting as I squeezed him involuntarily. I wanted him inside me, all of it, and the more I thought about it the more it turned me on.

“Push it in deeper. I want you,” I panted as I tried to hump against him, hooking my legs around his waist and pulling him deeper into me. My inner muscles were trying to pull him deeper, and with a sigh, he pushed, until his whole length was buried deep inside me, his pubic hair and mine meeting for the first time. Looking down from where I lay, I saw us joined together, his hands on my breasts squeezing them as he tried to push deeper and grinding himself against me. His hands began to slide up and down along my breasts, each time capturing my hard nipples between his index and middle fingers and squeezing a little. His hips ground against mine as I felt his hardness slowly turn inside me, rubbing against my walls and making me cry out in pleasure. Slowly he pulled himself out almost to the tip and gently pushed in again, building the pace of his movement until he grinding against me in a comfortable pace, as his hands caressed my breasts. I knew I couldn’t take long of this and I began to feel the beginnings of another orgasm as my stomach and inner walls contracted. I could feel his head between my legs pushing deep inside me with each stroke, rubbing against my walls while his pelvis rubbed against my clit. Mark seemed to have noticed this as he pushed deeper and faster into me, his own orgasm nearing as drops of sweat dangled from his forehead. With a final heave, he pushed against me, deeper, grinding against me as he came inside me. My climax shot up into my stomach as I felt him come, spurts of his own juiced rocketing deep inside me and hitting my walls. I felt myself get wetter and suddenly I couldn’t take it and came a few seconds behind him, moaning, my teeth clenched together and my eyes half-closed, arching my back as his hands squeezed my breasts tight and grinding myself against his hardness.
Mark collapsed on top of me as I felt the last of his come shooting inside me. We were both panting from the experience as we kissed, his tongue dueling against mine, my arms wrapped against his shoulders.

“Mmmm….that was good. I didn’t know it was that good,” I said as we rested still joined between the legs.

“You were good. You were sooo tight I had to control myself before I came,” Mark replied as he kissed and nibbled on my nipples. His hips were still thrusting a little into me and I knew that despite coming, he was still hard inside me. I could feel his cock as the head slowly rubbed inside me. Slowly, he got off from me and pulled out. I could feel his cock leaving a vacuum inside me, his come dripping out of me and onto the blanket. Laying down beside me on the table, we kissed again and this time, I sought his hardness. I wanted to touch it again, my right hand cupping his balls as my left hand slowly grasped his cock, feeling our combined juices and rubbing it on him, stroking it. His eyes turned to mine as he smiled.

“You liked it didn’t you and now you want more. You were a virgin and you gave yourself to me,,” he said. It was a statement and not a question as I looked at his cock. My eyes were glued to them, marveling at the feel of it in my hand and giving it a small squeeze every now and then.

“Yes I was, but not anymore,” I giggled.

“Have you had guys touch you down here? On your pussy?,” he asked, palming my wetness.

“Umm…no. When I dated I didn’t allow my dates to go that far. You like to call my slit that way? Pussy?”.

“Yeah.” He said, his hands rubbing my lips again as I began to get wet for the third time, my eyes half-closing as I savored the sensation. My hands were not idle as I continued to caress and stroke him, his cock growing harder and throbbing in my hand.

“You are turning me on again,” I warned. I knew it was already late. Although my parents knew I was supposed to be sleeping over at Beth’s house, my good girl instincts were trying to take over. It must have been around 1:30 in the morning then and I knew I would have to sneak into my bedroom now that my parents were asleep. But Mark’s hands didn’t stop what they were doing. He leaned over me supported on his right arm as he bent his head to lick my left nipple, brushing his tongue against it before going to the other one.

“Mark, please don’t, its late,” I said, but I knew my plea was falling on deaf ears and each time he licked me, my resolve to go home as soon as possible began evaporating. His left hand between my thighs, rubbing against my pussy, slowly pushed open my lips, and with his index finger, penetrated me, rubbing my inner walls as he turned his finger inside me.

“Ahhh..ahhh…please Mark….s-stop,” I said, but I knew I wanted it. My hands had left his cock and were now gripping the edge of the table above our heads. My head was turned away from him and I was biting down on my lower lip to keep from moaning too loud. Mark however just renewed his assault on me, grinding his knuckle on my clit as he used two fingers inside me. He was now sucking each of my nipples inside his mouth, his tongue cradling my nipples inside his mouth as he pleasured me. I could feel his cock hard and ready rubbing against the sides of my hips, still a little wet from what we did earlier. He took his mouth away from my breasts to order me to open my legs farther apart then renewed his sucking on my breasts. By this time I knew I wanted him again buried deep inside me. My wetness was flowing now, as his fingers grew slick with them.

“Ahhh…ahhhhhhh…Mark…d-do me,” I said between pants as I complied, spreading my legs as far as they would go to give him more access to my pussy. I lifted my left leg and placed it over his own legs as he began nibbling at my neck. His right arm now slipped under my back and cupped my right breast as his left hand left my pussy to pull my leg over his own legs until we were both on our sides, facing away from each other. I didn’t know what he was planning, but the moment his cock touched by backside I knew what he wanted. Grasping his cock between my legs, I slowly guided it between my thighs to let it rest on my opening, guiding it as it slid in with one stroke. I loved the sensation of Mark entering me as I pushed my behind against him, clenching my inner walls to squeeze him.

“Gosh… you are tight, he said against my neck as he drew in a gasp. I knew I was pleasing him and wanted to please him more as I squeezed him again, trying to milk him as he pumped inside me. But Mark had other things on his mind as the hand cupping my breast began to squeeze my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand returned to my pussy, rubbing against my pubic hair to stroke my hardened clitoris poking from its hood. His lips were locked on my neck, nuzzling me as I tried to reach back and get him to kiss me. I was already panting from what he was doing to me and I knew I wouldn’t last for another two minutes. His pumping grew more urgent and faster, signaling his own nearness to climax. His cock was pushing deep inside me and pulling out almost all the way, before Mark rammed it back again inside. I could feel him throbbing inside me as if his head and whole shaft was growing bigger. My climax was near and I began to quiver, causing me to moan louder and my inner walls to clamp around him.

“Ahhhhhh…ammmm…uggghhhh…I’m comming,” I whispered to him as he increased his own pace. Electricity was running throughout my body as he pumped faster, my walls clenching at each thrust. His hand squeezed my breast while his fingers strummed my clit faster. I looked behind me to see ecstasy etched on his face as he neared his own climax. I reached back, pulled his head to mine and kissed him hard on the lips, running my tongue on his teeth and pushing it deep into his mouth as I let out a gasp, feeling him shoot again inside me. My own climax came then as my body throbbed in unison with his. My pussy lips were clenching him tight, draining him of his come as we kissed. Both of us spent, we collapsed on each other, Mark nuzzling my neck while I rested my head on his arm.

After a few minutes of resting, Mark slowly slipped out of me, as he

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