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First Sweet Moment

torpedo01away on Teen Stories

 Cindy made her way to her dresser to pick out her clothes for the day.  She glanced into the mirror and did not like what she saw.  A tall skinny 17 year old with small breasts and a pale complexion.  She held up her outfits and finally decided on a plain white shirt and a black skirt. 

As she dressed her hands moved over her small firm breasts and she gave out a slight sighe.  Her body trembled as her hands moved slowly down her body eager to fulfill the lust in her virgin self. 

With a jolt her mothers voice came booming through the ceiling into her room. "Cindy dear hurry or you will be late for school."  She finished dressing the desire now fading back to whence it came.

At school it was a pretty normal day.  Normal for her

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in that she had no friends and was generally ignored by most of the students and faculty. 

When Cindy arrived home there was a moving truck net door and several burly men were moving furniture into the old Peterson house.  The Petersons had been nice enough she though and went into her house without giving it a second thought.

Upstairs she felt the urge building again, so she decided to get a little privacy by taking a nice long bath.  She took her time undressing and felt the smoothness of her clothes as they slipped off her soft white skin.  Her bath water was running as her hands roamed over her small breasts again.

Slowly she removed her panties and slide her hand down between her legs.  She was so excited she nearly came as her fingers brushed her outer lips.  She decided that she would avoid the mess by sitting in the tub to finish.

She sat down and grabbed the soap lathering her body and enjoying everyminute of the hot water tickling her vagina.  The bar of soap began at her breasts and slowly migrated down between her legs. 

She felt a warm wave of pleasure wash over her as the soap grazed the thin strip of hair just above her virginity.  She moved the soap lower to fulfill her desire.  Her eyes closed tight as she repared to give into the pleasure.

She began to sweat as the soap moved over her vagina at a fevered pace.  She worked faster, but her pleasure was still too far away.  She through the bar of soap on the floor and let her fingers move over her clit at faster and faster.  Her eyes tightened as she approached climax.  The sweat poured down her face as she began to cum.  A wave of pleasure washed over her as her juices were washed away by te soapy water.  She trembled and wimpered as her orgasm hit her from inside of her virgin womb.  She grabbed the wash rag and bit down on it to avoid screaming out loud.  Finally it was over beads of sweat still poured down her face and into her now open eyes stinging them.  She sat there in the tub trembling and shaking slightly trying to gather the strength to stand and thinking about how desperately she wanted to lose her virginity.

Morning Chat with a Carnie

Telorvechia on Teen Stories

I'd seen this man several times before. The same routine occurring just about each time he walked in to get coffee. He'd spot me at my table, I at his, and we'd engage in an unbreakable chain of eye contact. I could only imagine what would be running through his mind at these moments, for I know what had been running through mine.

   The thought of yet another secret lust relationship with an older man excites me. I've been in several before, and the chemistry I seemed to have with this man was simply astounding. The idea of exposing my nipples to his tongue and watch them harden upon his lips was nothing short of delici

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ous.

So when we finally started to talk and he rejected me for my age I almost fell off my seat. It's hard for me to take rejection. I know I'm only 16, but that hasn't stopped my sexual goings on for longer than a month at a time. I admit I'm quite the little slut...my finger always in my pussy, and I love it. The erotic moment's I've enjoyed shock many in fact; such is the case for one time back when I was 14...

I'd gone for a walk early that morning. Sticky and hot it was, I was dressed in my tight little pj shorts leaving little to the imagination of my rather curvy ass. I had on a faded white jersey of my boyfriend's favorite soccer team, and even though it was warm, you could see the outline of my large coffee brown nipples at the base of my 36DD tits.

After walking for a while I'd come across a parking lot half set up for a carnival. All the workers seemed to be asleep. I sat on the pave ment rubbing my freshly shaved tan legs. "BEEP!" My heart jumped and I looked up to see a husky, wind weathered man sitting behind the wheel of a mobile home. He hollered for me to come to him

Thinking nothing of it I got closer. "Hey there, I saw you over there and I figured you must be homeless or something," he said in a southern drawl. Already I could feel a slight pulsing around my clit. Automatic reaction to any male attention. "Haha, No I'm just out for a walk."

We chatted for a while and he got out of the trailer. We talked about everything from our ages, (he was 30, I was 14), to places we'd been. After about 2 hours, he began to repeat the line, "I should be ashamed for what I'm thinkin'" The heat between my legs grew substantially. When would he ask me into the trailer.

"You know, I've always wondered what it'd be like with a younger girl, But I'm kinda afraid."

me: "well, I dont mind older guys. I love them better actually."

After about 20 min of discussing this, He finally let me into the trailer. It was the coziest thing I'd ever seen actually. I sat in one of the leather chairs and folded up my legs. His eyes widened and he had quite a smirk. All of a sudden, his cell phone alarmed. "Well, this is the start of my day." He rose from the bench. "And I think I'll start this day off... with a kiss"

He bent down to my face and our lips met. My pussy was so hot now, I'd been waiting for this. His tongue ravaged against mine, his mouth was hot.

I stood up, pushing him down to the seat in front of me. He pulled my waist between his legs and we began to kiss heavier. "You're so young and... oh so sweet." He lifted my pj shirt up, exposing my 16 year old big breasts and erect nipples. His eyes got wide and feverishly began sucking on one, circling the tip with his tongue, while alternating squeezing the other as well as my ass. "Oh god... that feels soo good, mmm." I kissed his neck and reached for his hand. He stood up and led me to the bedroom.

I leaned back on the bed and gave him the best come hither look I could for 14. He sat in front of me and reached into the leg of my shorts. He began to rub the hot moist outside of my red snoopy panties, pushing in slightly in the indentation my pussy made. "Shit, you're sooo wet." He moaned with desire. "Do you want it?"

In response I  reached under me and slid off my shorts and soaked panties. I spread my legs wide so he could see my shiny pink slit. Hell yes I wanted it.

He moaned once again and stood up. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his massive cock, the largest I had ever seen, even to this day. It must have been 10 inches at least and almost as thick as my wrist. I heaved a sexually charged sigh and began furiously working on my clit, though I didn't need to get any wetter. This point was proven once he mounted me; He gently guided the base of his dick to my tight wet hole, and rubbed into it so my pussy lips swallowed the head of his cock. "Ohh yes, please go in I need you"

With 3 slow thrusts  he was already more than halfway inside me (see how wet I was). "Oh fuck... you are so tight." I couldn't even respond. All I could think of was how incredibly full he was filling me up, how deep inside he was in my 14 year old cunt. How supposedly forbidden this was, being fucked in a trailer by a 30 year old stranger. It only made me wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper.

I turned my head slightly when he kissed my neck, it was then I saw all the mirrors. They were lined along the walls and If I flipped my head all the way back, I could see this erotic experience unfold, upside down. I was so close to cumming. He noticed.

"So you like my mirrors," he murmured, "look at yourself, look how I'm on top of you, inside you." This combined with the rhythmic friction of his cock sliding against my dripping pink walls was making me painfully close. "Fuck me, Fuck me harder please, I need to cum." He obeyed, and his thrusts impaled, bringing a twinge of pain along with the awesome pleasure, I couldn't hold back and neither could he.

"Oh god baby, I'm gonna cum, ohh yess!" He let out a deep throaty groan and I felt the spasms of his dick as it unloaded his creamy white seed into my cunt. My pussy joined his cock in its feverish spasms and I moaned and drove my fingers into his back. I came hard. "MMM ohhhh yea,"

Afterwards we layed for a moment, him still inside me. He chuckled, "Damn... I always knew it would be good with a young girl."

I laughed too and wriggled out from under him. I looked at the clock in a haze, But suddenly I sobered up fast from my sexual high, I had been out for almost 4 hours, I needed to get home. "Ugh! I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to go, thanks again!" I ran out the door and down the block to my house.

I walked in to find my dad in the living room reading a magazine. "What have you been up to?" he said

"Nothing dad, just out for a morning walk."

 

Ellie Marks of Manitoba

AtlantisX on Teen Stories

He sat in a café, peering off into the populous that was the foreign city before him, which he was sojourning to by awful mistake: his ticket to the next city had expired. Europe had been his home for the past three weeks, as he traveled, going from youth hostel to youth hostel, paying with exchanged cash he had saved all through high school. First had been London, an exciting four days in which he visited all of the major attractions, met some other teenagers his age, and partied and drank, and all of those fun things. He moved on to France for three days, and didn’t like it much; he thought it was too boring and artsy. More excitement was definitely on his wishlist. After that, it was Spain, then Germany, then Italy, and now, on

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his way out of Italy, he found himself in what he thought might have been Prague, but he was not sure. Czech had not been a kind language for him and had barely managed to consummate the purchase of the coffee he now stirred with a plastic spoon he found in his pack that he must have gotten from some airport relocation of McDonalds where the employees were all bilingual and professional. Laughing at this as he reflected his memories of the foreign McDonalds restaurants, he looked down at his coffee thoughtfully, and then drank it, as it was not hot, but room temperature. It tasted mezzo-mezzo, but it got his senses back to where they should be.

 

On his body was his black Radiohead shirt with the words, “Hail to the Thief” emblazoned on the back and a design covering the chest. He left the café now, in his mind the mission to find a roof under which to stay for the night. Locating what he thought might be his chance, he entered a poorly cleaned glass door into a lobby. The exchange rate from American dollars to Czechoslovakian currency had made him immediately upper-class, and so when he saw the immaculately designed rugs and the polished brass sidings to the walls, he was not frightened to ask for a room. So far, through his journey through Europe, he had stayed in cheap youth hostels and camped on recently-made friends’ floors or couches. He had quite a bit of money left, so he figured he would indulge and room in a nice hotel. But he encountered a problem.

 

“I’d like a room please, just for one.” His voice added an imaginary question mark to the statement, as he did not expect the man behind the desk to respond. Oh, he responded. Just not in the way he needed. The man behind the desk spoke in his language, quickly, and seemed to be asking him something, but he couldn’t figure it out.

 

“English?” Our hero tried, but the man behind the desk shrugged. After another useless volley of unintelligible words, he was about to give up, when from behind him, he heard a lovely female voice speak to the man quickly. Then she turned to him and said in a refreshingly American accent, “You wanted a room for one right?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

She took our hero’s money and gave it to the man behind the desk, and the man behind the desk took a key on a plastic triangle off of a wall with many brass hooks and gave it to the young man before him. He turned to the girl, who was standing with the top of her head at the level of his chin, and said, “Thanks. And who do I owe the thanks to?”

 

“My multilingual mother, the traveling Henrietta Marks.” The girl rolled her eyes, as if embarrassed by her maternal provider. “But as for right now, you can thank Ellie Marks.”

 

“Ellie,” he repeated. “Thank you.”

 

“Eh, no problem,” Ellie said, shrugging and smiling. She made no attempt to walk away and end their meeting, however, and instead turned her body around and lifted her elbows so she was resting on the counter of the front desk, her legs crossed out in front of her as she stood, her hands dangling off the marble ledge. “You’re American, right?”

 

“How did you guess?” He asked, playfully.

 

“Well, I was making sure. You might be Canadian,” and a playful smile illuminated her face. This brightness seemed to emanate from her. Dishwater blonde hair cascaded down from her scalp and over her shoulders, down over two modestly sized breasts. “A lot of Americans, while traveling through Europe, tend to let on that they’re Canadian rather than American, so as to curb the common European dislike of those from Ole Miss USA. I do it all the time. Instead of Ellie Marks of California, I’m Ellie Marks of Manitoba.”

 

“That’s a really good idea,” he said, and then he motioned. “If you’re not doing anything, I’d love to have a conversation with someone who speaks English as well as I do.”

 

“Eh, why not? I’m here alone as well, actually. The minute I graduate from high school, the traveling Henrietta Marks sends me on this life-discovering journey through Europe alone, just as her mother had done for her. Not that I haven’t enjoyed myself.”

 

“Alone as well, huh? And how do you assume that I’m here alone and not just getting time away from the parents?” And while they walked down the hall toward the elevator, she commenced in a detailed description of him, carefully noting the backpack being of the traveler’s make, the small suitcase, the messily unclean hair (“which isn’t looking bad from my side of the elevator”), the “lost” look, everything.

 

“I know my travelers,” she said with a smile that dinged like a Colgate commercial when the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. Together they walked down a brightly lit hallway toward the corresponding number on the key’s plastic triangle. When he opened the door, Ellie peered in. “Wow. Your room’s better than mine.” And she was right: a wondrous suite was laid out before them, split into two rooms, and then a bathroom. A grand king-size bed was in the next room, and this room had large windows overlooking the city (which was beginning to obfuscate with the coming of the evening) and a large TV by a gas fireplace. “Ritzy. And to think it cost you, what? A hundred American dollars?”

 

“For a night, yeah. I’m only here until then; I wasn’t supposed to stop here. My ticket expired or something. I didn’t really understand what the guy was saying.”

 

“Where are you going next?”

 

“Back to Deutschland,” he said. “I decided I’m going to stay there until my money runs out, then I hop on a plane at the Frankfurt airport and jet home.”

 

“And where is home?” Ellie asked him, leaning relaxed against the open door, tilting her head and looking at him in an almost affectionate way. He told her it was Eugene, Oregon. “Well that’s not far away from me. I’m from Northern California, up by Mount Shasta, you know. That isn’t a terribly long drive. Unless you’re going to go to college in Maine or something.”

 

“Nah, just going to go the U of O in Eugene. Stay home, have free room and board with the parents until I save up enough for an apartment.” They now sat comfortably on the giant sofa, the gas fire lit, the TV off, and the metropolitan soundtrack of Prague leaking in through the windows. “What’s the college plan for the traveling Ellie Marks?”

 

Throwing her head back, purposely dramatic, she said, “Oh please!” then brought her head down to smile at him kindly. “I haven’t decided yet. Perhaps U of O.”

 

“Really?” he asked.

 

“Really.”

 

“What peaked your interest in U of O of all things?”

 

“Oh, I think you did,” she said, widening her smile and laughing. He smiled too, and then it faded into an open-lipped nothing as he looked at her deeply, going from her eyes, to her lips, to her eyes, to her lips, and back again two or three more times. Ellie’s head tilted again in that sweet, sexy manner, and she brought herself up from her laid-back position against a giant pillow on the sofa, and sat with her back straightened, and one foot crossed up by her left thigh. When Ellie did this, she looked at him with inviting eyes, also wearing the open-lipped nothing on her mouth. He leaned forward and softly kissed her, and she kissed back ever so gently. A hand gripped hers and held it delicately as both rested on her luscious thigh.

 

Tongues then broke through the lips and danced between teeth in a romantic slow dance to the music their lips were orchestrating. His strong hands went to her smooth, thin waist and pulled it forward and her arms wrapped around his shoulders and the kiss continued for a minute or so. When it finally broke, Ellie looked at him, just as shocked as he was, and he smiled wonderfully, and she smiled back and kissed him hard, pushing him onto his back on the sofa, so she was lying on top of him. Her hands went to his chest and she massaged it, looking him in the eye while she felt his thin chest and rubbed her fingers over his ribs as if she was playing a harp. Behind them, their toes, now without shoes and socks, played together and the denims of their jeans rubbed. Under her tummy, Ellie felt a hardness swell.

 

“Now what have we here?” she asked. He was too shy to answer. “Does this excite you?”

 

He was no liar. “Yes, yes it does.” He gulped. “And, uh… you? Are you excited by this?”

 

Ellie Marks repositioned herself so she straddled him, her jean-covered knees now up by his ribs. She crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the bottom of her top, and yanked up ward, ruffling her hair, which messily fell over her bra-covered breasts. The clasp was in the front on this particular bra and so she looked down at it, put her fingers to work, and undid it, yanking the undergarment from her shoulders, and discarding it. Her breasts were medium (he guessed a high B-cup or a low C-up), and tiny, dark red nipples were right in the right spots. They were hardened. “Does this answer your question?”

 

Stuttering, he said, “I think so,” and his two hands went to her now-bare waist and stroked the silky, white skin all the way up to the ribs and down.

 

“Have you ever been with a girl before?” Ellie asked.

 

“One or two,” he replied. “But we didn’t have sex or anything. I don’t think I saw one of them naked at all, and the other, only about as much as I’m seeing of you right now. But that was their problem. If I had had my way, I would have at least had oral sex or something.”

 

“Really!” Ellie exclaimed, excited and grinning wide. “That surprises me! Attractive young man as yourself, so inexperienced! Well, then, I won’t lie to you; we’re in the same boat. I’m a virgin as well.”

 

He mocked her playfully. “Really! Attractive young woman as yourself so inexperienced!” And they laughed and kissed some more, and her warm breasts came to his chest and the hard nipples dragged up and down the plain of his abdomen as she moved her body up and down. Before he realized what was happening, Ellie let out a slight sigh, which could have been a moan with some voice to it. Then it hit him: she was dry-humping him, bringing her clothed crotch to his hardened and covered member and applying pressure to stimulate her.

 

“I’m not as inexperienced as you think,” Ellie said, moving down his body and bringing her chin so it was resting in the basin of his bellybutton. “Remove your shirt, please.” Without hesitation, Radiohead came off of his top half. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle this half.” He was a bright young man, so he guessed at what she meant. She had performed oral sex on a man before. Soon, his pants were down around his ankles and her fingertips were lightly stroking his hairy inner thighs. Light kisses were being planted on his penis, up from the base, on the head, down the side, and then to the testicles, where he nearly jumped at the surprise attack of her tongue on the right one. Giggling, she asked, “Like this, do you?”

 

“Uh-huh,” he replied, nodding as elatedly as he could, given the simple bliss he was now receiving. After more kissing, then licking, Ellie soon, with her right hand, pulled his member upright and wrapped her warm, wet mouth around it, slowly stroking it with only her tongue and cheeks.

 

“Now, I haven’t done this much,” she said, withdrawing for a moment. “Let me ask you, are you the sort who practices in the art of masturbation?”

 

“Yes,” he said.

 

“Me too, good. So you aren’t so estranged to the feeling of pleasuring yourself.”

 

“No, I’m not.”

 

“Good. Then you shouldn’t come if I do it this way. My last boyfriend (I haven’t had many) taught me how to make a boy come by oral sex, but I don’t want this to be over yet. Unless you want to come in my mouth, of course? We do have all night, and I could wait until you get hard again.” Hearing this sweet girl talk this way nearly made him come on her neck right then and there. Ellie Marks had struck him as the strong and smart type, the kind who would have sex, but methodically, without many words, retreating to the more animalistic manner of human mating. But her love for words and her candid demeanor proved otherwise.

 

“And what possible use for a hard penis would you have, traveling Ellie Marks, except to suck on?”

 

“To tell you honestly, I would very much like for the both of us to lose our virginities on this night, in this city, in this hotel room. Together. I had seen you momentarily in the café across the street, and had found you very visually appealing.” Now it was an American reenactment of some British battle of words and vocabulary and grammar. They were showing off their linguistic skills. For these two young people were very smart in the ways of the language and had many wise thoughts. “And don’t you think I want to do this just because I find you attractive, kind sir. I find myself emotionally attracted to you as well. And to tell you honestly, I think I may be falling in love, though we’ve only just met. Does that sound unrealistic to you?”

 

“No, not at all,” he said, finding that he was feeling the same way about her. He told her this, and she smiled.

 

“Then I feel we were brought together,” Ellie said. “We must have been. Another candid thought I’m about to relate to you: I think we should continue our travels together. I had no real plans, and in order to keep you in this continent for a little longer with me, I have a set of grandparents that live in Germany, where you will be welcomed to stay with me, if you’d like. Then you won’t have to worry about lodgings. Only food, therefore, prolonging your stay on this romantic getaway we seem to be unfolding. Are you particularly adverse to any of the suggestions I’ve presented?”

 

“No, in fact, I’d rather enjoy being with you.”

 

“I’m glad,” she said, smiling lovingly at him and looking deep into his eyes. Then she gained back her college-instructor-demeanor and said, “Now! There is this matter of this erection I hold here in my hand. And the question is for you now: to come in my mouth, or not to come in mouth. That is the question.”

 

He chose the former; he wanted to come in her mouth. So instead of using her mouth only, she wrapped a firm hand around his staff and used her own saliva as lubrication to jerk him off into her lips. His penis was of a more-than-average size, stretching outward roughly six-and-a-half inches and had a circumference of approximately four-and-a-half inches. So it was fairly large, but Ellie’s mouth handled it expertly. The soft spot right below the (circumcised) head was about as far as her mouth would reach with her hand blocking the rest if her progress, and that spot was licked terrifically with her tongue at every stroke. Soon, his crotch began to experience that ever-familiar feeling. He warned her (though he didn’t feel he needed to, but out of politeness, he did) and she stroked longer and faster and harder until a long and steady stream of seminal fluid sprang from the head of his cock and reached far back into her throat. Ellie moaned a tiny, girlish moan, the vibration of which on the penis of her mouth seeming to have a sensual effect, and did her best to swallow her gift. Almost hungrily, she swallowed the last of the semen, and then inspected the surrounding area for drops that might have escaped. She found none.

 

“I must say,” she said after a minute of breathing silence. “Whatever diet you’re on is giving your seminal fluid an extremely agreeable taste.”

 

Not really sure how to respond with more than a simple, “Uh…thanks,” he said what he could.

 

“And not to mention your size, darling. My god, this is definitely the largest penis I have encountered.” Ellie let go of him and allowed his penis to soften. Crawling up along his naked body, she laid her head on his left breast and spoke to him. “Now comes the test. If you’re a normal boy, sexual thoughts should not be running through your mind right now. Well, not with the power to stimulate you, now that you have had an orgasm.”

 

Still a little breathless, he said. “I guess I’m a normal boy, yeah.”

 

“Okay,” she said. “Now, normal boys who are just after a girl for the purpose of pleasure and nothing else, can not easily lie and tell them they feel romantic feelings for them post-orgasm, unless, of course, they actually do have romantic feelings for them. So tell me how you feel about me.”

 

He looked down at her, and saw that she was now looking up at him, waiting for an answer. “I do feel for you, Ellie,” he said. “I find you a remarkable girl who I’d love to get to know better. You’re a wonder to speak to, you’re beautiful inside and out, and I enjoy being around you. Talking with you this afternoon, it really put me at ease.”

 

“I know you’re not lying,” she said. “I know liars, and my boy, you are not one of them.” He really did not mind someone his age (they were both nineteen) calling him “my boy.” But her sensuality had not subsided, as the only pleasure she had received was from dry-humping him, so she had to continue. “You said I’m beautiful inside and out, didn’t you?”

 

“That I did.”

 

“I bet when you said inside you didn’t think of physically inside did you?”

 

“No, I can’t say that-”

 

“Well, now it’s time for you to judge me on the inside, really see if I am beautiful.” And Ellie Marks stood up off the couch and removed her jeans and panties together, and he saw a tiny patch of black hair between her milky white thighs. Then she came back to the cough and sat against the left armrest, facing him, on her back, and she spread her legs for him. “Come,” she said. “Come closer, take a closer look.” And he did, turning over on his hands and knees and carefully approaching her. Between the white skin of her buttocks was a mound of pink skin, small, barely touched (except by herself).

 

“Beautiful,” he said to Ellie. “Gorgeous.”

 

“Thank you,” she said. Her thin belly was particularly worth beholding. She began to rub it, her abdomen, and one hand went to her left breast, where her fingers pinched her nipples. Then the hand that massaged her abdomen went to her vagina, where she spread the lips a bit and located her clitoris. Before this boy she barely met, she practiced one of her most sacred rituals, one of her most secret, private moments she often shared with her self. Carefully, she masturbated, both on her clitoris and on her nipple, and her eyes closed and her mouth opened, and she began to breathe heavily. “Touch me,” she told him and before she could take another breath, another hand was fondling her soft spots. “Put a finger inside me,” Ellie said, and he did. And she began to writhe with pleasure, letting out whispers of “ooh” and “huh” and things of the primitive like. After a while, she stopped and opened her eyes and looked at him. “And how is your penis doing?”

 

“I’m hard again, if that’s what you’re asking.”

 

“Good,” she said. And then she became very serious, and hiding, it seemed, a timidity behind her resolute expression. “Now, would you like to do this act of love on the couch, or on the floor, or on the bed, or in the shower, or-”

 

“On the bed,” he said. Ellie smiled wide and rose from the couch. In school, she had been a swimmer, so her body was thin and supple, and he grew very in love with it. Standing there, she looked at him, waiting. “Well come on, silly, I can’t just masturbate in there. You have to get up to. Come on.” These last two words came in an indelibly sensual whisper that compelled him upward. Once on his feet, he felt a little dizzy, but then gained his stature and followed the angelic naked young girl into the next room. Her buttocks were firm and the separating crack between the cheeks went high, and gave her a very attractive look from behind. Firm thighs, lilywhite, moved like heavenly bodies through the sky of the room, and then she did something that etched his love for her into stone. Ellie Marks turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him so lovingly as she entered the next room, smiling with only her lips. He took his steps slowly into the next room and when he reached it, the bedside lamp was already on, and Ellie was already on her back on the bed, wonderfully made with a lush, white down comforter.

 

“It’s very soft on my skin,” she said, letting her timidity over losing her maidenhead shine through a little bit more like a morning sun through slit blinds. He crawled onto the bed and immediately, she spread her knees for him, and he came between them, leaning down and planting a passionate kiss on her lips. “You don’t need to worry,” she whispered. “My mother lost her virginity on her lonely Europe trip and so she packed me with a wide variety of contraceptives. Including emergency contraceptives. I want my first time to be as nature intended, without the use of some polypropylene prophylactic. Agreed?” And her professor’s demeanor diminished and she looked him square in the eye and said, “I want you to come inside of me.”

 

Only a nod, and then he positioned his hips on hers, and took a few breaths. She was moist and well lubricated down South, and he put the head of his penis into that moistness. Ellie’s eyes closed and she lay there waiting, biting her bottom lip. Slowly, and more slowly, he pressed his penis into her and her breathing became sharp. Whispers of “ow, ow, ow, ow” came, but she did not allow him to retract. Keeping his steady push forward, or inward I should say, he soon came to her hymen. Demanding in a surprising tone obviously brought on by fear and pleasure, Ellie said, “Break it.”

 

And it was done.

 

Ellie let out a whine and cringed her face in pain, gritting and baring her teeth, and he tried to pull out from her for fear of hurting her more, but she brought her heels up and clamped him in his position. “Don’t…move…love…” she said. “Stay right where you are, and thrust. Slowly. Gently. Please,” Ellie said. “You’ve got to counter pain with pleasure.”

 

And so he did. Ever so gently, he thrust his entire length into her and came out halfway, and then repeated. Slowly…slowly…slowly… Her insides felt so warm and tight that he was not sure how much longer he would last. The walls of Ellie’s vagina were hugging his penis, clutching it, squeezing it, half voluntarily for the purpose of sex, and half involuntary for the purpose of cringing in pain. Steadily, he continued to make love to her, and he watched her face fade finally from her grimace, to an expression of ecstasy.

 

“You can speed up now, if you like,” Ellie told him through her panting.

 

So he did, but not much. Ellie’s heels were still on his behind, pushing him in with every stroke. “Oh,” she said, “oh, my, your pelvic bone, oh, your pelvic bone is, mm, rubbing against my clitoris. Oh this is wonderful. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop this…until you’ve come inside me.”

 

He kissed her and put his chest on hers, feeling her breasts on his chest, squeezing against them. They were making love and Ellie thought it was beautiful. Her hands went onto his back and rubbed it up and down, and she put her right hand in a cup and put it on the back of his neck and scratched (almost too hard) his lower back with her fingernails. “Oh my god,” she was saying. “I never thought it would be like this. Oh, oh, oh…” And much to his surprise, she spasmed, her arms flailed out to he side and her back arched. Her heels finally disengaged from his buttocks and kicked upward. Learning his lesson and not pulling himself out of her, he asked what was wrong.

 

“Oh, nothing,” Ellie replied, between huge gasping breaths. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. That, my dear, was an orgasm to rival all orgasms. And I couldn’t help notice that you’ve,” and she paused, trying desperately to become the wordy, intelligent college professor again, “that you’ve…um…stopped. Please. Do go on.”

 

And while he did, she spoke. “Oh, I love you. I don’t care how long I’ve known you. This is love. Any man that can make me come in the most invigorating orgasm of my nineteen-year-life deserves my love. Please don’t stop, please, don’t. Keep going. Keep going. Come inside me. Come inside me.”

 

Ellie spasmed again with her second orgasm, letting out a ecstatic scream this time. And when the orgasm seized control of her vaginal walls, it tightened them and squeezed the young man’s penis and he could hold no longer. Long streams of semen shot back into her vagina and he shook, trembling against her. They lay there for a long time, breathing, holding on another. He did not go soft, however, and they wound up making love again. This time, Ellie turned them so that she was on top and she took him, riding him into ecstasy one more time before their energy left them and they fell asleep together.

 

The next day, Ellie purchased a ticket for the same train as her new love, and they rode it all the way to Germany, where they spent two and a half more weeks, dating, getting to know each other, and yes, making the occasional love. They went back to the states together and Ellie Marks enrolled at the University of Oregon with him, and they stayed together for a very long time, eventually marrying. Until the end of their lives together, they never forgot the day they met in Prague, and the instant love that swept them.

 

THE END

melissa is my favorite

magnumpi on Teen Stories

melissa is so sexy.  she and i have always been flirty.  i never really thought of her as girlfriend material until after highschool.  but it was then that i realized how i really felt towards her.  i found that i had deep sexual desires for her.  she was never into me, or so i thought, but i eventually found out the truth.  i always like to joke with her that i made her grab her brests in public once, and i did.  but she never once let on that she wanted me.  i had to make a joke, sortof a joke but also serious, to find out that she not only wanted me to kiss her, but wanted quite a bit more. our internet converssation went something like this.

"so, mike, guess who i saw."

"i have no idea, lets say chris."

"no, pat.&quo

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"oh yeah how was that?"

"it went really well, i actually had not seen him in 3 years and wound up kissing him."

"you have no idea how jealous i am."

"why, its not like youve never seen me grab my tits."

"yeah, but i have wanted to kiss you since tenth grade in math class."

Tamara's Wish Granted

Bensid on Teen Stories

Hey, my name is Tamara. I'm black, and everybody tells me it's a black name, but I heard once that it came from something French...anyway, I'm 5"6', I have long, flowing black hair and light brown eyes. My breasts have a very spherical quality to them, without being so big they get in the way, and I'm told I have a cute ass (if it's behind me all the time, how am I supposed to see it for myself.

Anyway, I was in 8th grade at the time when this story takes place. I wasn't sexually active, although I fantasized and masturbated a lot. I would hear my friends talking about sex, and I would dream about doing it. Not that I would ever have a problem getting a guy if I had to (I see the way the guys look at me at school). I just wanted to make sure that my f

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irst time was a nice good fuck. If I let some guy with a 3 inch cock who can't hold his load for more than 5 minutes, I could be turned off to the entire idea of sex.

Well, my friends and I were talking at school, and one of my best friends, Stephani, "just happened" to mention that she saw her brother masturbating. Now, I'm sure that you're aware that even it these crazy times, it's not a very common thing when your best friend tells you that she watched her brother jerking off. I was surprised, and somewhat aroused at the idea of Stephani's brother, Andy, who was tall, strong, black (like me), and had just turned 17. I never told this to Stephani, but I often thought of how things could be with just me and him, alone together. I never told this to Stephani, but maybe she caught me glancing at him a little too often. Maybe that's why she was bringing this up...

"Oh yeah," she said in response to a question I had just asked her. "He's big. It's like nine inches long. And thick too. You would like him, Tamara."

Okay, now I knew what Stephani was doing. There was no doubt that she was trying to get me together with Andy. Mmm, Andy...

"You know, he really likes you. You two should get together, get to know each other." said Stephani "After all, he's my brother, and the two of us are practically like family. What's mine is yours."

"Maybe I should meet him" I said. I had an unsure feeling about his, even though I knew exactly what was going to happen. I thought about andy sometimes when I played with myself and, although I thought he was sexy, I was sure it wasn't a one way feeling. I saw the way he looked at me when I went over to Stephani's house, and I noticed his erections that he thought he could hide from me.

"You know" said Stephanie "My parents are going to be out next Thursday, and I'm going to be at Jenny's house. Maybe that would be a good time to meet him."

We both knew we were talking about something sexual, and we both knew we both knew. There was no point in putting it off any more.

"I'll do it" I said, feeling confident, excited, and aroused.

And so Thursday came, and the house's occupants had left. Andy and I sat together in the living room, both knowing what was on each other's minds, but neither of us willing to say it. We had been talking for around half an hour, but a silence ensued when we realized that neither of us had anything else to say.

"So" said Andy "do you have a lot of boyfriends?"

"No, not really" I said "I can't let boys tie me down. I need to do things on my own."

"You know," said Andy "there are some things that are a lot more fun with two people"

"Like what?" I asked. Finally we were getting somewhwere.

"Like this" he said, and he leaned over and kissed me.

"I like that" I said, and kissed him back. We kept kissing for a while, and we started to slide over as we made out, so that I was on my back, and he was on top of me. Now, remember, I was only 13 years old, and here I was with Andy's big warm body pressed against mine, the two of us connected by our hot, wet mouths. It was then that I startes to notice something else getting hot and wet. I didn't do a lot of stuff with boys, so, as I'm sure you can imagine, I was excited as hell.

I didn't want to seem too direct, so I reached under his shirt and put my arms around him. I started rubbing his warm, slightly hairy chest, and, seeing my message, took off his shirt.

"You said you didn't want a guy to tie you down" Andy whispered "What if he were to pin you?"

"Soon" I said "Soon"

Andy took off my shirt, and started playing with my breasts. He started rubbing them gently, playing with them. He took his tongue, and ever so lightly licked one of my nipples. My pants started flooding by this time and, since I wasn't wearing inderwear, Andy noticed. He made some remark, I can't remember what, and slowly took off my pants. I thought he was going to fuck me then and there, but instead he started fingering me. He got a rhythm going, and I started gently moaning. I was getting close to orgasm when ge suddenly stopped. I asked him what he was doing. He told me I had to repay the favor.

Andy unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans. He pulled them off, along with his boxers, revealing a pretty impressive erection. I believed it was nine inches. And so there we were, on the couch (mind you, itt was a pretty big couch) with his big cock pointed straight at me. I hesitated, but then grabbed a hold of it and started jerking him off (I had to get off the couch to do this). His cock grew even more erect, until I could swear it was ten inches long.

It was then that I had an idea. I had always wanted to give a guy a blowjob. I wanted to know what a cock smelled like up close and personal. I wanted to be able to taste his throbbing manhood. So I stopped jerking and put my face right in his crotch. I grabbed his warm, steamy cock and started rubbing it on the side of my face, leaving a long white strand of pre-cum on my cheek. Andy saw where I was going with this, and went along. I put his cock head in my mouth, and started to suck on it. After a while, I had a steady rhythm going, and I moved my mouth up and down over the top of his shaft while I licked his cock head with my tongue, using my hand to jerk his lower shaft from side to side, rather than up and down. Andy, meanwhile, was thrusting his pelvis into my face, and was starting to work up a sweat. After a while of this rhythmic blowjob, I could feel his orgasm was about to come. I took my mouth off his cock, and he started jerking it while I sat on my knees, with my face ready in expectation, waiting.

It hit me like a steamy tidal wave, his first shot landing right under my eyes. I could feel the warm gooey liquid run down my face when he hit me with a second shot, which landed straight on my lips. As I licked the cum on my lips, two more warm, white shots came, right in the center of my face. I put my breasts out, and two hot sperm blasts hit them, with two more gunks shooting into my hair.

So I sat there , with all this hot sperm running down my face and tits, and I felt that I still needed to get off. We played aroung for a while, fondling eachother until Andy's hard-on came back, just as full as it was bfore, if not harder (I think Andy was getting turned on looking at my sperm covered face). I told him I wanted to have sex, and he told me to get on the floor. So I got down on my back on the plush rug (which had gobs of cum on it), and Andy lifted my legs, exposing my cute little pussy, soaking wet, and I saw his rock hard member ready to penetrate me and give me the fucking of my life.

Part II coming soon!

Party Girl

Sexybisexualblonde on Teen Stories

Allyson was a beautiful girl, just barely seventeen. She'd been going to parties for over a year, and in doing so she'd started doing some of the stuff her friends did - first it was cigarettes, then drinking, then sex. Eventually she started having sex- quite carelessly.

She had transferred to her school the year before, and had hit it off with Jenny. Jenny was well-known for being crazy, and she introduced Ally to everyone she knew. Halfway through the year Ally started dating Ryan, who eventually she lost her virginity to. After they broke up, Allyson became careless and some even called her a slut.

As she progressed into her sinful happenings, Ally quickly learned what girls her age shouldn't even know about. She was involved in drugs, knew how to get things and how to

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lie about it if you got caught. Most of her friends knew she was sinking into an even worse crowd than they were in; still, Ally was easily slipping into the place she wanted to.

So when April came along and she got her license, Allyson took her Jeep and disappeared. Her and Jenny were always at the parties; it became so bad for Ally that she couldn't stop.

As graduation approached, Ally and Jenny got invited to lots of parties. They were invited to Mark's, Lee's, Dave's, Krueger's, and Mike's.

Most of the parties went fine; they went to Mark's and Dave's, then drove over to Krueger's. When they got there, Jenny noticed that it was absolutely crazy, there were too many people and they wouldn't be able to get drunk. They had nowhere to stay and were about to leave when Craig ran out to them.

"Ally! Jenny! Where are you going? The party's here baby!" Obviously drunk, he ran up to them and put his arms over their shoulders, leading them both towards the door.

"Craig, you're drunk. We don't have anywhere to stay. We can't get drunk because Ally won't be able to drive. Let me go." Jenny pushed his hand off her, then turned back to the car.

"Jen, don't be a party crasher. You can stay with me. My house is right there." He pointed to the house across the street. Ally agreed and turned back to the house.

"I'm not going. I think we should go home," Jenny whined.

Losing her patience, Allyson turned around and threw her the keys. "FINE! Take my keys and take my car and take your stupid ass home! I'm going to get drunk and I'm going to enjoy it!"

She and Craig disappeared inside the house. Someone handed her a beer, and she raised her bottle. People turned and raised theirs, and she started chugging.

Several hours and two sixpacks later, Allyson was drunk and ready to go to bed. She found Craig and told him she wanted to go. He nodded and led her to the door.

Secretly, she'd always had a crush on Craig; his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made him irresistable. His smile was kind of crooked, and he always was making her laugh. He was smiling that adorable smile now as Allyson concentrated on walking across the road. Craig's hand sat on the small of her back, helping her stay steady as she walked up the stairs of his house.

Inside, he led her to his room. "You can sleep here, on my bed," He told her.

"Then where will you sleep?" She asked, puzzled.

His smile broadened. "Right next to you, sweetheart."

Her eyes widened. Throwing a pillow at him (and missing terribly) she laughed. "And just what do you think is going to happen?" She slurred, "Are you going to take advantage of a chick who's wasted?"

Craig only laughed, then pushed her on the bed, then landing on top of her. Their faces were only inches apart; their breaths mingled and swirled a lock of hair on Craig's forehead. He made the first move, gently pressing his lips to hers. She returned the kiss fiercely, putting her hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer. His hand traveled down her side, stopping at the spot of bare skin between her shirt and tight jeans. Finally, he broke it off, breathing hard.

"Damn," he whispered, rolling over next to her. His hand was still on her side, hers on his neck. Suddenly, she moved over on to of him. Laughing, Ally undid his jeans and slid them down a little. Craig's hands were on her hips, holding her where she sat. Neither of them knew what to do next; for a painful second it was completely silent.

This time Allyson made the first move. Sliding down his legs, taking his pants with her. "I only do this when I'm drunk, so don't make fun of me if I ... am not good." Giggling, she moved his boxers and took his already-hard cock out. Eyeing it, she grabbed the base of it and licked its length. Taking only the head into her mouth, she stroked with her hand. Craig moaned and put his hands on her shoulders. As he moved his hips slightly, she started taking more into her mouth. He felt the tip of his dick touching the back of her throat, felt her tongue rubbing underneath it.

As she heard him groan, she felt his penis twitch and tasted his salty juice. Swallowing as fast as she could, she sucked him dry, then sat up again, straddling him once more. Looking at her, Craig lifted her shirt, helping her remove it. When at last she was half-naked, he admired her boobs, then slowly caressed a nipple with his knuckle. Tracing up to her neck, he pulled her down to him, kissing her hard while his fingers played with her zipper. Allyson put her hands on either side of his head, lifting her hips up as he pulled her jeans off.

When he had them off, her neatly shaved pussy was visible. Allyson sat up straighter, kicking off the last of her jeans. Craig looked at her, asking if she was sure she wanted to do this. She smiled in return, then placed his dick at her entrance. He was hard again, ready to go, when she rolled to the side.

"You have to return the favor," Allyson murmured. Craig rolled over and moved down, putting her legs on either side of his face. Looking up at her, he stuck his tongue out, teasing her with its tip. Propped up on her elbows, Allyson moaned. He licked her folds, tickling her, then sticking his tongue deep as he could. As she neared her end, she threw her head back and moaned louder. Her orgasm struck her and she panted, while Craig moved over her. Once again positioned, she wrapped her legs around him and used them to pull him closer.

At the first touch of his cock, she shivered. He grinned, then slowly pushed forward. Her welcoming snatch enveloped him, surrounded him, and he sank deep into her.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me hard!" Ally screamed, clawing his back.

Craig pulled out, then obeyed her and slammed back in. He brutally pounded her pussy, then sank in, held it, feeling her walls pulling at him. Her moaning increased, and he started sliding in and out again. Together they came, he collapsing on her and she grasping at his muscular arms. Craig stayed in her, waiting for her to recover.

When Allyson opened her eyes, she looked up at him, then put her hand on his chest and pushed him over. "Let's try this one again," she said as she straddled him.

"Give a guy a minute, would ya?" He said, looking at her like she was crazy.

Exasperated, Allyson laid next to him again, her head on his arm. Craig kissed the top of her head. As they lay there, her breathing became deep. Looking down at her, he realized that she'd fallen asleep. He reached for the covers and pulled them over them, then closed his eyes and fell asleep holding her.

The next day he asked her out.

Did you like this story? If yall like it, I'll make another night up for yall. Email me! kklcdawgg@hotmail.com

Extra Credit-Continued

josh27 on Teen Stories

A few weeks after I fucked my teacher for extra credit i finally told me friend one afternoon. I had told him I had been fucking her almost every afternoon, directly after school was out and when we were totally alone. He congratulated me on banging an older chick asked me how he could get a piece of her. So I told him to meet me after school let out near the gym one afternoon.

Throughout that entire day, everytime I saw him he looked like a little school boy who was excited about getting a brand new toy, or something stupid like that. During lunch he bragged about all the things he would do and i had to remind him over and over again to keep his voice down so no one else would here us.
Anyways, afterschool, when the bell rang, we met at the gym and waited a few m
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inutes before taking the long way around the school, to make sure Fred didn't attract any curious students. The entire way there i could tell, easily, that he was hard as fucking rock. Two cheerleaders walked by us, but they were too caught up in their gossip to notice us.
We entered the math hallway as quietly as possible and snuck into her classroom. To my surprise she wasn't in the room waiting for me. I looked in her office and found nothing. I told him to put his stuff down and make himself comfortable, which was a bad idea because he stripped down to his boxers and sat down behind her desk. We waited a few minutes until she finally came back carrying a small stack of papers. When she walked in she was surprised to see a half naked Fred sitting behind her desk with a raging boner bulging from his boxers.
"Josh, what is he doing here?" she asked suspiciously.
"I told him about what we've been doing the last few weeks," I said. "I made sure he didn't tell anyone else and he said he wanted to fuck too, so I thought we could try and both of us fuck you."
She looked at me with a devilish grin and walked over, unbuttoning her light purple blouse and starting to unbutton her pants. "Sounds like a fuck worthy idea," she whispered in my ear. Then she reached down and grabbed my semi-hard cock through my pants and gave it a quick squeeze.
Fred quickly stood up and revealed his raging hard on to her and she gasped. "Wow, you've been waiting for me haven't you," she said in a surprised tone. Fred took his boxers off where he stood and let his cock spring out for her to see. She took her blouse off and danced erotically out of her tight pants, revealing she wasn't wearing anything. I took my shirt off and kicked my shoes into a corner of the room. Before i could get my pants off I looked over and saw her swallowing him and getting him to his maximum hardness. Then she grabbed a ruler off her desk and measured him.
"Well, fuck me," she said in a dirty voice, "we have an 8in rod here."  She looked back as me and grinned. "That reminds me, I never measured you. Come over here. I finished removing my boxers and walked over in my socks and stood before her. She immediately took half my cock into her mouth and began sucking me off and getting rock hard. When she was sure I was at my hardest she pulled me out measured me. "Wow, almost 9inches," she said. She gave my cock a final suck before she got up and walked into her office. We quickly followed, our cocks bouncing with every quick step.
Once in the office she ordered me to sit on te edge of the desk and i quickly did so. Then she slowly eased her cunt around my cock and bent forward over a small shelf thing and scooted forward so i wasn't sitting. Fred then stood in front of her and shoved his cock into her mouth, without a word, and began face fucking her. I quickly started slamming my cock into her pussy repeatedly, pounding harder and harder with each thrust.
After a while the sound of Fred's balls slapping either her chin or his thigh filled the office and it was soon joined by the slapping off my balls against her ass. Before i knew it, Fred was doing it orgasm dance and he pulled out of her mouth. Streams of cum still shot from the head of his cock onto her face and Ms. Ginger's mouthful of cum flowed down her chin and neck onto the floor as she started screaming loudly with each powerful thrust. Before i knew it i was shooting a loud of cum deep inside her deep cunt and falling back onto the desk edge.
"Hey, Josh, let me get a piece of her cunt while you're in her ass," he said. Once she finished either swallowing his cum or spitting it out she leaned back onto me and I held her thighs up to spread her pussy enough for him to get good access to it. Right then I realized my cock was still in her cunt and before i could stop him i felt his cock slam into mine she it went straight up her already full cunt. She threw back her head onto my shoulder and let out the loudest scream of either pain or pleasure.
Before i could really say anything after that he started pumping his cock up into her and she moaned loudly. I leaned her forward slightly and let him support some of her weight and we finally held her up and started thrusting into her cunt together at once, pounding as hard as we could into her as we could in the position she was in. She screamed loudly with each thrust and eventually just moaned which turned into a mere whimper after like half an hour of this abuse her pussy was taking.
Then finally she started moaning loudly in her finaly orgasm of the seccession before she was totally exhaust. We kept pounding her cunt with out combined cocks until we couldn't come anymore and out cocks were soaked with all of our juices. We went out into the room and set her in her chair, where she cleaned off our cocks and let Fred fuck her cunt by himself. As I got dressed i heard the door open and i fearfully looked over to see one of the cheerleaders we passed on our way over. She didn't say anything, only stared at the site of Fred fucking the hell out of our teacher before her very eyes.
She slowly stepped in, staring at my semi hard cock which hung between my thighs where i stood and thats another story.