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Virgin First Time
By David Lavenham
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My aching dick pressed harder against her
tight wet slit. Please do it, she whispered, I want it to be you. Slowly I
felt her pussy open to accept my manhood. She shut her eyes and bit her liped as I stretched her virgin pussy open for the first
time.
I smiled down at her, taking in her beauty,
wanting to remember this moment for ever. I let my eyes pass over her body,
from the long soft hair that flowed across the pillow like water over a rock,
the perfect skin of her face with the hint of a few freckles across her cheeks.
She opened her legs a little wider allowing
me to slip further into her. I remembered the first time I noticed her. It was
those long legs that caught my attention, slender alabaster stretching from the
hem of her short tartan skirt to the black patent school shoes topped with
white socks.
I felt my dick meet some resistance. I
pushed forward slightly, causing her to wince.
Are you sure?, I
whispered.
Oh yes, I want to be yours
I leant down and kissed her soft cheek. I
knew this would hurt her so I decided to get it over with.
With a short hard thrust I forced myself
into her virgin pussy. I felt her hymen tear and her body tense as I took her
virginity. She reached up and threw her arms around me, pulling me close as I pushed
the last few inches into her. It was a beautiful moment. We lay motionless, her
soft breath on my face as we lay together, linked in the most intimate way
possible.
Still with our bodies pressed together I
began to move slowly inside her. She buried her little head into my neck as I
began to fuck her slowly, feeling the tight walls of her pussy against the
ridges of my cock as I worked myself in and out. She began to moan softly as I
picked up speed, releasing me from her tight grasp, allowing me to fuck her
with long deep strokes. I looked down past the soft mounds of her growing
breasts to her hairless pussy, watching myself as I slid my dick almost
completely out of her before plunging it back in to her. I could see specks of
blood on my dick, the last remains of her virginity having been removed with my
now furious strokes.
Oh fuck, she moaned as I pushed my dick
deep in to her, oh god, thats great.
My dick swelled and I felt my semen begin
to rise.
Im cumming, I
whispered.
With a final thrust I buried my dick deep
into her young body and let my cum gush into her. She grabbed me again, hanging
from me as she came too, as her body quivering and quaking as the waves of
pleasure rippled through her.
As the last of my cum
washed into her I lay to one side pulling her on top of me. We lay there
motionless, my softening dick still in her pussy, her warm young body on mine,
her head nestling in my neck.
As we lay together, lovers at last, I shut
my eyes and thought back to that first meeting, only a few weeks ago.
..
I had not lived in my new house long when I
first noticed her. I worked from home and one spring afternoon I was staring
out of my office window when I saw a group of girls coming up the street. She
immediately caught my eye, and, as they chatted outside the house opposite I
had good opportunity to study her. She was much taller than the rest, with
straight light brown, almost blonde, hair and a fair complexion but what really
struck me was her long legs. She was wearing a very
short tartan skirt and black shoes with white socks. Between these were the
most beautiful legs I have ever seen. As she stood talking she rocked from one
leg to the other, the muscles in her legs moving beautifully as she did.
Occasionally she would run her hand threw her hair, pulling the material of her
white shirt tight across her back revealing the lines of her bra through the
thin material.
When she finally went inside I stood for a
while daydreaming, then, realising I had an erection, felt a little ashamed
that I was aroused. I was about to get back to work when I noticed some
movement in an upper window of the house opposite. In the gloom I could make
out a figure moving in one of the bedrooms. As I stood and stared she walked
right in front of the widow, giving me a fleeting glimpse of white bra against
naked flesh as she pulled on a sweatshirt.
With my cock rock hard I sat back down at
my desk, my mind reeling as the image of her in the window flashed up again and
again. I was jolted back to reality as I realised I had been masterbating and my cum was
flooding over my desk and keyboard.
Shit, I muttered to myself as I started
to mop up my spilt seed.
.
Over the next few days my work really
suffered as I spent most of my time at the window. I caught a few glimpses of
her in her room and as she came in and out of the house. My interest gradually
moved closer to an obsession and by the end of the week I had begun to take
photographs of her.
It was a few weeks later that I finally got
the chance to talk to her at a neighbours BBQ. It was a hot Sunday afternoon
and the whole street had been invited. I was talking to her folks, who were
interested in my job as a designer.
Katie wants to do a design course at
college, her father told me.
Is Katie your daughter? I asked as
innocently as I could.
Yep, thats her over there, he said
pointing towards the object of my infatuation, Katie!,
he shouted, come and meet Dave.
She was wearing tight jeans and a tight
crop top which accentuated her fantastic figure, showing off the small mounds
that were the first indication of budding breasts.
Dave is a designer, he said when she had
joined us.
Cool, she smiled, what kind of stuff?
I could barely speak. I cleared my throat,
Websites mostly, some brochures and stuff.
Wow, she said with such innocent
enthusiasm. I want to design clothes and stuff, she continued.
Have you done any designs? I asked.
Some drawings, but Dads PC is so slow I
cannot do anything I can share on-line
You can always come over and use my Mac?
I suggested.
Cool! Can I Dad
He paused a second then said Sure. Why not.
I could not believe my luck.
.
The first time she came over was a few
days later. I watched her cross the road with her mum.
Dave, are you sure you dont mind? her
Mum asked.
No problem I said.
Well just tell us if she gets in the way!
She replied as she retreated across the road leaving me with Katie.
The next couple of hour
are a bit of a blur. I remember showing Katie the Mac and the basics of
some of the design software. I remember getting her a coke. But mostly I just
remember the thrill of being so close to her, the smell of her hair, the light
touch of her hand as she brushed my arm as I was showing her the Mac, her smile
when she managed to create here first image.
When I finally shut the door behind her I
was emotionally exhausted.
From then on she came over a few times a
week. I loved her company and she seemed to warm to me. Increasingly I left her
to herself, usually peeking at her through a crack in the door as she worked.
If anything I was getting used to the
routine of her visits and I left her to work alone more often, afraid of
scaring her off if I kept hanging around her.
The day when things changed was a Saturday
that I will always remember. I had popped out to the store, leaving her on the
Mac. Are you still here? I shouted up the stairs when I came back.
Yes, came the reply, but there was a
hesitancy in her voice that was unusual. I dropped the groceries in the hall
and went through to the study.
My heart almost stopped when I went through
the door. On screen was one of the pictures of her I had taken.
Whats this?,
she asked.
Its, err, um a, well, its
I cleared
my throat and tried to think, I was testing the camera!.
She did not look at me,
she just stared at the screen and clicked the mouse a few times, scrolling
through more of the pictures of her. She stopped on a gloomy shot of her in her
room getting dressed.
Sorry, was all I could manage to say.
Why have you done this?
I guess I had to come clean, I think you
are pretty, I mumbled, I like to take pictures so I can
,
I paused,
er
I can
um .. remember
you.
She turned to look at me, her head slightly
on one side.
Do you think Im sexy?
I
well .. yes!
I like that, she smiled.
She stood up and walked towards me.
I like you, she said and, kissing me on
the cheek, she walked out of the study.
I stood in stunned silence as I listened to
the front door shut.
Shit, I whispered to myself.
.
I half expected to have her father pounding
on the door, but the only effect of her discovery of the voyeuristic, peeping
tom images she had seen was that her curtains stayed firmly shut. In fact I did
not see her again until a few days later she knocked on my door.
Hi, she said.
Hi
Can I come in?
Of course!, I
stepped to one side and she slipped past me.
Shouldnt you be at school? I asked,
seeing the school bag on her back.
Holidays, she said as she looked around
furtively.
Do you want to use the Mac?
No. I want you to do something for me.
OK
I want you to take my picture
I just looked at her in stunned silence.
You have a camera dont you? she asked
Sure, but why?
Why what?
I mean why do you want me to take your
picture? Cant your Dad do it?
She laughed and slung her arms around me, You dont get it do you!
Get what? I was very confused now.
She reached into her school bag and pulled
out a copy of Hustler.
I want pictures like this,
she said handing me the magazine.
I stood in stunned silence for a few
moments.
You sure? I asked.
YES! she shouted.
Her raised voice jolted me back to life.
She was sitting on the sofa when I came
back with the camera.
Ready? she asked
Sure
I looked at the screen and started to
shoot.
She was wearing a tight t-shirt, jeans and
sneakers.
With a very sexy look she began to gyrate
slowly in front of me. I kept shooting as she slowly peeled the T shirt off
revealing a white training bra. She posed a little like that before beginning
to slip off her jeans.
Is this good?
Fantastic! I replied enthusiastically
hardly able to believe my luck.
Tell me what to do! she asked.
er..
ok
turn away and bend over
She pushed her little ass in the air and
slipped the tight denim jeans over her panties.
Slowly pull them down
Her legs were amazing, long and slender.
Bend right down and look back, I was
getting more confident.
Her tight white panties stretched tight
over her ass, exposing the tiniest of mounds between her legs.
Now take them off
I cant She replied.
Am I going to fast? I asked, suddenly
concerned that things had gone too far.
No dummy my sneakers! She fell back
onto the sofa and held her legs out. Help me then.
I put the camera down and knelt in front of
her, holding each delicate warm leg as I pulled off her sneakers. Then I pulled
her jeans off, never once taking my eyes off her panties.
She must have been following my gaze
because as soon as she was free of the denims she opened her legs slightly,
revealing the crutch of her white panties only inches from my face. My already
stiff cock began to twitch alarmingly as se places a hand on her knee and ran
it down her thigh, bringing it to rest on her cotton encase pussy.
Snap out of it!,
she laughed, you are supposed to be taking pictures!
I grabbed the camera and took a couple of
close ups of her rubbing her pussy through her panties.
This is what they do on the porno films
isnt it? She asked.
I moved back to take a wider shot. She lay
back in her bra, panties and socks and ran her hands all over her body.
Stand up, I instructed, now turn round and undo your bra
Now face me
. Good
. and
slowly take it off
Her breasts were just tiny, not much more
than puffy nipples.
Now lay back on
the sofa again and play with your pussy
She began to stroke her little pussy
slowly, rubbing harder and harder until I could see a trace of moisture.
Now put your hand inside your panties
She shut her eyes as her fingers touched
her naked little slit, gently stroking herself beneath the tight white panties.
Now slip them off
She lifted her bottom and slipped her
panties down her long legs, flicking them to one side with her feet.
Open your legs a little
Her pussy was completely hairless, with
soft pink lips and a slight trace of moisture. She held herself open with one
hand, exposing a tiny pink hole and a pin head clit. Slowly she stroked herself
before gently inserting a finger in her hole.
She looked straight at me, her finger still
in her pussy, I wan to see your dick.
I needed no other encouragement, quickly
undressing in front of her.
Its huge!
I guess I said picking up the camera
again.
Can I touch it?
Sure I moved closer to wher she was sitting on the sofa.
She reached out and touched the tip
causing it to twitch in front of her.
Take a picture! She laughed
Through the lens of the camera I watched
her young hand take hold of me. She squeezed a little then brought her face
forward and kissed the end of my dick before opening her mouth and surrounding
the purple head of my dick with her lips.
I could hardly keep the camera straight as
I tried to photograph this teenage beauty giving me head. I knew I could not
take much more of this.
I am cumming, I
croaked.
Dont!, she said
suddenly letting my dick drop, I want you to come inside me!
Putting the camera down, I carried her into
the bedroom.
Im still a virgin, she said as I gently
lay her on my bed.
.
It felt like forever, but we had probably
only been silent for a few minutes. My dick had softened and slipped out of her
tight pussy and I had been listening to her soft breathing.
Finally she broke the silence.
Can we do this again? she asked
Sure
I want to have pictures of you fucking me
Sure
They will be great on my website!
Website?
Why not we could make a fortune!
By David Lavenham
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I also write custom stories and scripts.
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