Where it happened: at home
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It was a time when I really didn’t know much about sex. I was young and aunt flow decided to make her first visit only a week before my thirteenth birthday. The idea that my body’s biological clock had decided to begin ticking made me feel like it was my time to start learning more about not only myself, but what the world had in store for me as a reproductively capable female. Aunt Flow reminded me exactly every twenty seven days since her first visit; tick, tock… tick, tock. The only thing was, I really had no positive role model to imprint upon me, as my mum was a drunk who’d have sex with any guy with more than 6 inches hanging between his legs, a dad who chased anything wearing a skirt, and an older brother who constantly felt it was his duty to show me how big his erection was. This was what I had to endure as I thought about the demise of my own virginity.
It really took me long time for my first experience to arrive. When it did, the close proximity of my bedroom window to the perverted guy who lived next door to us, and my lack of modesty towards his voyeurism seemed to make it inevitable. He had probably seen me naked countless times already, and little did I know it at the time, he had a large collection of Polaroid photographs of me wearing almost nothing besides a smile. It was following a recent rainstorm that I parted the drapes to my bedroom window and found my neighbour completed nude, sporting his usual magnificent erection. The big difference this particular evening was he was engaged with female company of his own. This was the first time in my life I’d ever seen two people having intercourse outside of illustrations in a naughty picture book my brother always had hidden under his mattress.
I hid in the shadows of the parted drapes of my room with nothing more than the light of the moon silhouetting my body to his view. I knew from his occasional winking that he knew I was watching, or at least thought I was as I watched his penis disappear repeatedly inside of her. I knew enough about my body, as I watched barely ten feet away through his and my open windows and listened to the sounds she made while he repeatedly thrust against her pelvis. The movements they both made on top of his bed and the fact that they kept changing positions gave me vivid memories and equally naughty thoughts as I masturbated the only way I knew that seemed to provide me some release of sexual tension.
With a gentle summer breeze cooling my skin as I perched myself on the window ledge, I soon found myself longing to be the woman he was entertaining with his body. Loud cries of what must have been nothing more than the reciprocation of his gift to her, I realised my panties were soaking wet with my virgin entrance slightly swollen and open. I averted my eyes from the explicit scene, so close and yet so far away, to examine myself more closely. Pulling the thin and damp cloth between my legs to one side, the full moon highlighted the effect my neighbour and his partner were having upon my considerably less experienced female parts. With the same modesty I have so often exchanged between myself and my neighbour, I removed the only remaining article of clothing I had on.
My panties, soaked with the evidence of my arousal, were on the floor before she had finished moaning her gratitude to his actions and my own nipples stood out taught from the small firm globes they adorned. Then it happened. He removed the full length of his organ from her and I watched in awe as he spent several steady streams of what could only have been sperm, in a high arc. I was amazed at how much flew from the mushroom shaped tip and landed on her prone body. His semen staining her skin from the mound of hair she had between her legs to the tops of her enormous breasts. I looked at down at my own body only to be reminded of how disadvantaged I truly was.
The woman wiped herself off, and got dressed so quickly, she’d left her own panties behind on his bed as he handed her some money. It was then I noticed she’d used her now discarded garment to wipe off what he’d shot onto her. She left his place with nothing more than the sound of her footsteps on his back porch as the screen door swung shut.
“Did you enjoy the show, Kelsey?” he asked clearly, but almost a whisper. I was shocked and almost didn’t answer him, but something told me I should.
“I don’t know what to say, Mr. Saunders.” I answered meekly. With my answer came his visitor’s panties tossed across the short span between the two open windows.
“Try them on for size. If they fit you, they’re yours.” Mr. Saunders spoke in the same tone as before. I did exactly that for him as he watched me deftly cover the sprouting patch of almost transparent blond hair covering the space between my legs.
“Thanks!” I spoke openly in a plain voice. I happily modelled them for him as I secretly wished he’d do to me what he had just finished doing to her. The red lace panties were not only very sexy, but were stained with his cum as I fully realised my girl part was ready to receive at least a portion of his full length.
“I’m getting hard again.” He spoke plainly, and showed me his full length from his bedroom, as I stared.
“I know what that’s for.” I giggled, with the firm protrusion from my chest jiggling.
“Want me to use it on you now?” He asked as he ran his hand up and down his shaft in full view of me.
“How? I can’t exactly sneak out this time of night.” I answered him back and remembering the number of times he’d already stood at his window, doing exactly the same thing as he was now. The only exception was this time he’d asked me if I wanted what he had.
“Not a problem.” He stated, and he stepped to the side and lifted a wide plank in his arms.
He must have planned this for a long time, as the board fit perfectly across the distance between our windows, and once in place he kneeled on his own window sill and crawled nude across to my room. Still wearing the cum soaked red panties from his house guest, he let me touch the magnificent organ standing proudly between his own legs. It was bigger and thicker than the one my brother constantly wanted me to see, and it scared me a little as once again my body gave evidence of my state of arousal. He gently pushed me by the shoulders until I was at eye level with it. My change in position prompted me to change how I held it.
“Suck it, Kelsey.” He stated quietly.
“Do what?” I asked, really having no idea what it meant.
“Put it in your mouth.” He told me as he held the back of my head.
“It’s pretty big.” I replied, but he didn’t seem to hear me because he pulled my face onto him. I barely managed to open my mouth wide enough to accommodate the size he was. Another gentle pull and I felt him beyond my mouth as he entered the back of my throat. As quickly as he went in, he allowed me to pull back. I never even knew what a blow job was and here I was doing it. He repeated the same action several times until I actually found myself gasping for a breath of air.
“Good God, Kelsey. You suck cock like a whore.” He told me. While I didn’t know what a whore was, the panties I had on, got even wetter. He kept pulling my face to him, then allowing me to relax. It seemed like an eternity before he allowed me to catch my breath again. By this time, the red lace panties were pasted against my crotch and all I wanted more than anything was have his flesh pole making me into a woman.
“Fuck me, just like I watched you before.” I demanded. His hand slid from behind my head and I stood up with the red lace panties already on the way to join my own panties on the floor. I slowly backed away from him and dropped myself onto my bed and continued until I was comfortably lying completely on top of the fresh sheets.
“With pleasure, you little slut.” He stated through semi clenched teeth as he stepped towards me. Much to my surprise he halted his advance with his tongue where I expected his penis to be going.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed with barely a whisper escaping my lips. It would be much later that before I knew what it was called that he did to me, and what its purpose was, as far as he was concerned. He must have known, or at least thought I was a virgin and was awakening me to my first experience. My body, in particular the area below my hips shuddered, and I almost announced the naughty things I was doing to whomever was awake or sober enough to listen. He continued with his tongue for a moment longer as the spasms wracking my body began to subside.
“Now you’re ready, Kelsey.” He announced to me quietly as he moved his hips into a position where the tip of his male organ gently parted the space between my legs with ease. It was true, as the mushroom shaped tip gently passed the lips covering my entrance. He took his time to gently press each inch of his erection further into me, until I felt a small but sharp pain inside me.
“Ow-wow-wow.” I whispered to him, not knowing at the time his penis had ruptured my hymen. The brief pain was nothing compared to the feeling of another inch of his thick organ going further into me and stopping against my cervix. I felt a flood of warmth around my entrance as he withdrew as slowly as he entered. My body shivered as I became accustomed to the sheer size of his shaft compared to the small, tight warm glove around his organ.
“You are so tight, Kelsey. Say goodbye to your virginity and say hello to my cum.” He told me with another push into me. It must be true, what he said to me, as the next instant I felt him vibrate inside me. He stayed as far inside of me as I could manage to endure as he filled me with what I had only watched exit from him before. He stayed completely still above me until he was sure he had finished depositing his seed inside my only now recently fertile body.
“Oh, wow! Can you do that again?” I asked. He did not even answer me as he slowly pulled back then continued to slowly enter me in his own rhythmic pace until I finally felt the extra part of his organ touch against the space below where he was impaling me. By this time my breathing was short and shallow, the same feeling I got when I had to do laps at school during gym class. My body was shivering and I found myself unconsciously returning his thrusts while at the same time moving my hips as though we were meant to be joined together.
“I’m going to make you cum, Kelsey. I think you’re almost ready.” He whispered in my ear as he moved his hips against me. The whole time, I had barely moved, excepting my hips and low I was longing for something to happen an absolutely no idea when it was going to happen or how it was going to feel. If it was anything like what happened to me when he used his tongue on me, I wanted it to happen soon.
“Oh… My… God!” I actually shouted loudly. It was too late to take it back as spasms shook me violently and I felt his organ almost immediately once again spurting inside of me. I lay on top of my bed completely oblivious to the sound of footsteps in the hallway and my equally incoherent recognition he had withdrawn his organ leaving a final stream of his sperm to land against my entrance. His hasty yet silent retreat left no clue as to the cause of my outburst other than the clearly visible stench sex in my bedroom.
“Kelsey? Are you alright?” My dad’s voice asked as my bedroom door opened just enough for the drapes of my window to flutter slightly.
“Uhm, yea… Daddy.” I answered him, a little scared but also still tired from the short marathon I had just endured as I rolled over to cover my naked body with the sheet half rolled up beside me. I heard the door close and the sound of footsteps indicating my close call with the danger of discovery. I rolled over, onto my back and waited. Exactly 40 weeks to the day, I gave birth to my daughter.
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