Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. _________________________________________ WARNING! STOP!!!!!!!!! Don't do this to yourself. The absolute best way to read my stories is through my website where there are nice pictures and everything!!! Go to /~Crystal This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Authors name: Crystal Brooks Story title : My First Time ----------------------------------------------------- -= This work is copyrighted to the author (C) 2000. = Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to noncommercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ----------------------------------------------------- My First Time (Part One) By Crystal As many of you may know, I have been a regular at Bianca's Smut Shack for more than two years, engaging in much fun and lively banter and just a little online sex! Over that time I have shared much about myself, and have been encouraged to write my story of how I lost my virginity. It has never ceased to amaze me the wide ranging reactions to it - from those who feel that all incest is disgusting to those who agree with me that mine was a very special introduction to sex. I will say, before I start, that I am not condoning incestuous sex. I am very aware of the damage that can be done to people by those who have been abused sexually. I have a great friend that endured the most horrific childhood at the hands of her stepfather - and it has left her with deep emotional scars. But that is not my experience, and that is what I am sharing with you. For those who no nothing about me, (and have not read my bio on my page), I was born in 1975, profoundly deaf. At that time the miracles of the cochlear implant were not yet discovered - and I grew up in a very silent, but happy world. My mother and father were my best friends - more like siblings that parents sometimes (and the fact they were only 16 years older than me helped). It was the summer of '89, just after my 14th birthday, that I came home early from being with friends. We'd gone to the movies - in this case an foreign art house type (I can't remember what film though!). I used to watch a lot of those because the sub-titles meant I could understand things fairly well. Anyway - it turned out that it was a but more raunchy than expected, and I was not given a ticket. I told my friends to go in and let me know all about it in the morning. So basically I came home earlier than expected, thought I'd better tell my Mum I was back before I went to my room to read. She was nowhere to be seen downstairs and I figured she was in her room. I was right. I've never had the need to knock on doors - the main reason is that I cannot hear any answer so I just don't tend to bother. In this case, maybe it would have been better if I had. I walked in to find my mother naked on all fours in the middle of the bed with my Dad, also naked fucking her from behind in strong powerful thrusts. They were turned away from me, I'm guessing they were making noise of their own too - Mum certainly looked as if she was being vocal - but they didn't see me - and it looked like they hadn't heard me either. I don't think I have ever been as turned on as I was that day - I had never seen a couple have sex - and I had certainly had no experience of my own, except for a bit of a pash (just kissing) with a guy at a Christmas party a few months before. But this was a real hot couple having real hot sex - and I was completely mesmerised by the scene. I drank the whole thing in. My Mum, so beautiful, long blonde hair being tossed around her head, lovely golden tanned skin (it was still Summer), smooth and sensuous. I saw her breasts jiggling and bouncing wildly - her whole body rocking in time with my Dad's pumping. I could not see his cock, or even her pussy, but I was guessing he was quite big, as he took long full strokes. His strong hands gripped her body as he thrust behind her. I could feel my own arousal - it was so shocking and yet so beautiful to see the people I loved most in the world so caught up in each other - a beautiful expression of their desire and passion for each other. My imagination wandered to think of what it would be like to be loved this way. Even though I had not had sex before, I knew all about it - my education coming from school and my Mum - who had sat me down a couple of years previously and told me all about it and answered all my questions. I'm not sure how long I was watching them - a few minutes perhaps - I could see them increasing their rhythm and instinctively knew that he was about to ejaculate - and I knew that I should get the hell out of the room before they caught me. I did just that - hoping I was being quiet! I got to my room, my head spinning with the images of my parents having sex. Without doubt it was a major turning point in my life. It was a new awareness of sex, and of my own body. At 14 I was about as tall as I was going to get (5'5" or cm) and I had filled out over the last couple of years to a 36C cup. My hair was a shoulder length mousy brown. Until this time though, I'd never worried too much about my body. But when I got back to my room after spying on my parents, all that changed. My heart still pounding, I went to my full-length mirror and studied what I saw. I started to slowly caress my body with my hands - feeling the touch was very special - lingering over my breasts, feeling their size and weight and tickling my nipples with my fingers until they were hard and erect..... and then touching myself lower and lower until I brushed my sex and felt the wetness of my arousal. This was the first time I had ever really concentrated on my own body and what I could do do it to make it feel good - it felt so good, I was hooked. That night, I tried to sleep. My mind would drift back to what I had seen earlier - I was so aroused thinking of my Dad, his lean gorgeous body and his big prick. Even though I hadn't seen it I imagined him to be big, and I imagined what it would be like to touch his prick. While these vivid thoughts were playing in my mind, my hands once again explored my body - I was so sensitive, my fingers brushed my nipples which stood to attention at the slightest touch, and then I again explored lower, opening my legs to accommodate my fingers, tracing around my labia, feeling the wetness on my fingers, before inserting first one, then two, then three fingers into my body. It felt so good, my clit was so hard and I soon realised how good it made my whole body feel to touch it. Almost before I knew it I was tumbling deep, deep into a new sensation, my whole body aching for a release that I had never known before, I was so aware of my focus on this delicious feeling that I was experiencing - my naked body now writing on my bed - longing for this feeling to never end and yet aching so much for a release. Almost without warning, my whole being froze..... I had reached my first orgasm without really knowing it, my mind screamed at the wonderful beauty of it all, my body trembled and shuddered in surrender to the feeling, my vagina tried to grip my fingers like a vice. The sensation swept through me and over me and then subsided, leaving my body to come down off its high. I slowly opened my eyes. It was amazing. My body and then my mind began to refocus again, very slowly things returned to normal - and then I realised I was not alone. Mum was in the room with me, smiling, radiant, looking gorgeous. "Hello, beautiful" she said. I was taken aback. I had no idea what her reaction was going to be... but it wouldn't be long before I found out. Continued in Part Two