Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit material.  It is not
intended to be read by anyone under the age of 18.
This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living or

dead, is purely coincidental.  Copyright by M.  P.  Knight 2009

   LOST INNOCENCE (mf cons)

   Although it's now been over 20 years since the event took place, I still
remember it vividly.  The night I lost my virginity ranks right up there
with my wedding, the birth of my first child, and the death of my father.

   My parents, my sister and I had moved into our new home in the spring of
my sophomore year.  We had lived in a rented tenement for as long as I
could remember.  When my father was promoted to the regional sales
manager's position for a national pharmaceutical company, he was able to
qualify to buy a small cape in a neighboring town.  I continued to attend
the same high school I'd been going to for the past two years, commuting by
bus.

   When school ended in June, I found myself with no friends in our new
town.  Our house had just been completed when we moved into it; i.e., we
were the first occupants.  It was located in a community being built around
a small, spring-fed pond.  In the summertime, a public beach was the place
all of the kids in the neighborhood hung out.  After a few days of lonely
boredom, I screwed up enough courage to bike down to the beach and, thus
began my integration into the local, adolescent society.

   I soon found myself a part of a friendly, active group of teenagers, all
of whom attended the local high school.  I was readily accepted into the
group even though I was "new".  Most all of the group had lived in the town
and had grown up together, going to the same schools and participating in
the usual activities; dances, sports, parties, etc.

   I spent the rest of the summer vacation playing baseball and hanging out
at the beach.  I earned my spending money cutting lawns in the new
sub-division where I lived.  The beach crowd ranged in age from 10 or 11 up
to Tony Martinelli, the lifeguard, who was 19 and had just graduated from
the high school.  Tony had been an outstanding athlete throughout his high
school career, being named to the All-State teams in football and baseball.
He was planning on attending the state university in the fall on an
athletic scholarship.  He soon became a role model for me.

   Tony had a younger sister, Maria, who was entering her first year of
high school in September.  At our first meeting, down at the beach, it was
love at first sight.  I was standing at the entrance with my beach blanket
draped over my arm, surveying the scene and trying to pick out a spot to
spread my blanket.  Maria had a smooth, olive complexion, with shiny, jet
black hair and flashing brown eyes.  She was short, small-boned, but well
proportioned.  The first time I saw her on the beach in a bikini, my eyes
almost popped out of my head and I began to get hard.  I had to drop down
onto the beach and sit with my knees under my chin to avoid embarrassing
myself.  I should probably mention that my education up until then had all
been in parochial schools under the severe direction of nuns (grammar
school) and brothers (high school).  My first two years of high school had
been at an all boys school run by the Christian Brothers.  Consequently, my
lack of exposure to girls had left me with little social skills in their
presence.

   I had learned how to masturbate when I was in the 8th grade (another
story) and had been faithfully practicing that art since then.  I have
always had an active imagination, and have never had any difficulty in
immersing myself into a sexual fantasy at the slightest provocation.  Back
then, the slightest stimulus, e.g., the sight, actual or mental, of a girl,
or woman, even a thought, or snatch of conversation, could start me off on
a mental adventure which would rapidly result in a raging erection.  This
phenomenon proved to be extremely embarrassing on numerous occasions.

   However, I digress.  Back to my story.  During the course of the summer,
Maria and I became very good friends.  Tony had invited me to his house for
supper one day in July and from that time on I was almost a fixture at the
Matinellis' home.  She and I discovered we had many of the same likes and
dislikes.  She was an avid baseball fan, loved to draw and paint, enjoyed
swimming, hiking and camping, and was into math and science.  I found
myself intellectually and physically drawn to Maria as the summer wore on.

   After supper most nights, the older kids would gather at the beach to
"hang out." The evening activities included dancing to the music of a radio
or tape player, roasting marshmallows, and swapping gossip.  As the
evenings wore on, some of the couples who were "going steady" would drift
off beyond the reaches of the firelight to "make out." Making out covered a
wide range of boy-girl activities including sexual intercourse.  Maria and
I stayed within the protection of the campfire during the first few weeks
of our newly found relationship.  Eventually, as we grew to know each other
better and became more comfortable with each other, we, too, began to
venture outside the firelight's circumference.

   The first few times we found ourselves "alone", we confined ourselves to
some heavy kissing.  I'll never forget the first time Maria parted my lips
with her tongue and introduced me to "French Kissing." The erection I'd
been suffering with from the "normal kissing" became even greater.  I
couldn't believe I could get any harder, or larger, but I did.

   Inevitably, our passion required a broader expression of the biological
pressures which had been building over the summer.  The first escalation of
our lovemaking took place at Maria's initiative.  On this particular night
Maria and I were laying on a blanket, side by side.  After an hour, or so,
of very passionate lip-locking, Maria, who was laying to my left, took my
right hand and placed it on her left breast.

   She was wearing a tank top and cut-offs which accentuated her sexuality,
rather than hiding it.  Other than an occasional, accidental brushing by my
arm or elbow, I had never touched a girl's breast.  I began to squeeze
gently the mound she had guided me to.  I could feel her nipple through the
cloth of her shirt and bra.  She whimpered softly into my open mouth.  I
continued my kneading for a minute, or so, then began to pinch her
hardening nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  She gasped, then
whispered "yes" into my mouth.

   A few more minutes of panting, gasping and grouping passed before she
pushed me away.  I thought I'd gone too far; she was angry, or worse,
disgusted with me.  Before I could begin my apology, she reached behind
her, under her tank top, and unfastened her bra.  She then lay back on the
ground a pulled my head down to her bosom.

   I was in agony as my erection was trapped in my underwear.  As I shifted
to get my lips under her bra cup, I quickly reached down to untangle my
throbbing penis from its prison of cloth.  My lips found Maria's nipple
just as her hand touched my bulging crotch.  Those two simultaneous events
proved too much stimulation for my bursting shaft to take.  I erupted,
emptying an evening's worth of sexual tension into my underwear accompanied
by my moaning and gasping, "Oh no, no, no.  Oh shit ...  I'm sorry, Maria."

   Rather than being angry, Maria found my accident to be humorous.  She
chuckled softly and then said, "Please don't be sorry, sweetheart. 
However, you do owe me some relief also." With that she took my right hand
in hers and guided it down between her legs.  I could feel the warmth of
her groin through her shorts.  She unfastened the top of her shorts and
pulled the zipper about halfway down.  She then took my hand and put it
under her panties' elastic waistband.

   Her pubic hair was wiry and moist.  She lay her head back on the beach
sand and parted her legs even more, raising her knees up to permit me
greater access to her genitalia.  She gasped as I moved my hand from her
pubis to the seeping entrance to her vagina.  I softly slid my fingers up
and down her slippery slit, not knowing what to do next.  By this time my
sperm encrusted shaft had again hardened and grown to majestic proportions.

   Maria put her hand over mine and placed it on her rigid clitoris.  "Rub
it gently and slowly" she directed.  Our previous hour of foreplay had
resulted in a well lubricated clit.  I did as commanded.  After only a
minute or so of increasingly heavy breathing and soft moaning by Maria, she
began thrusting and rotating her hips, slowly at first, but with increasing
speed matching her rapid gasps.  Using only my middle finger, I began a
rotating motion putting light pressure on the slippery button with which it
was more and more difficult to maintain contact as her hip gyrations
increased in speed and intensity.  Maria placed both of her hands over her
mouth somewhat muffling her shrieks as she climaxed repeatedly bathing my
hand with her juices.

   We lay in each other's arms while she came back to her senses.  Slowly
she moved her left hand to my bulging crotch.  "Let's do you properly, this
time," she whispered.  As she unbuttoned my top button and unzipped my fly,
my tented underwear came into view, white against the dark fabric of my
jeans.  Maria released my throbbing member from its prison causing it to
spring into the night air to its full length.  I could feel the wind on the
moist surface of my rod.  Maria grasped her new toy with her left hand and
began an up and down stroking.  My previous ejaculation had lubricated the
shaft to the point where her hand slid easily along its surface.  In less
than a minute I again emptied my store of sperm in spurt after spurt which
reached Maria's unsuspecting chin, neck and breasts before subsiding to
hiccups which covered her arm, then wrist and finally her clenched fist. 
She later expressed her astonishment at the duration and amount of my
discharge.  I pointed out that her multiple orgasms probably made up for
not being able to match the volume of my ejaculate.

   That night, when I walked Maria home, we expressed our love for each
other and also vowed never to "go all the way" until we were married.

   For the rest of the summer, Maria and I were among the "outside the
fire's glow" group.  Our skill at satisfying each other's needs grew
quickly as we lost our inhibitions about exploring each other's bodies,
learning the most sensitive locations to place a kiss, nibble, or bite. 
Our decision to forego intercourse was reinforced when, toward the end of
July, Mary Connors, one of the beach crowd, became pregnant by her
"steady", Al, much to the shock and dismay of her parents, friends and
relatives.

   One night late in August I found out that Lois, Maria's older sister,
had been providing Maria with "sisterly advice" regarding sex.  Maria and I
were at the beach with a few other couples.  We had progressed to the point
where we were mutually masturbating each other.  I had trained myself to
postpone my orgasm until I'd satisfied Maria and most of the time I was
able to hold off successfully.  I had never penetrated Maria's vagina with
anything, including my fingers.  I had limited myself to stroking, pinching
and rubbing.  I could determine when she was ready by her body language. 
Her labia would become swollen and her genital area would be slick with her
wetness.  She would begin to whimper and moan and her breath would become
ragged She would begin an unconscious movement of her hips, moving from a
subtle rotation to a rapidly increasing thrusting motion.

   On this particular night we had reached the point where Maria was
beginning the last leg of her journey to ecstasy.  Suddenly she shot up to
a sitting position and exclaimed, "Wait a minute!" She then bent over my
rigid penis, took it into her fist and began tentatively licking the head.
There was a copious amount of pre-ejaculate bathing my swollen, purple head
and the throbbing, blood engorged shaft, which she cleaned off with her
tongue.  She then inserted the head into her open mouth and began to
fellate me.  Soon I could feel the beginnings of my climax.  "Maria, stop
...  stop ...  I'm going to come ..." She quickly pulled her head back and
watched the eruption begin, helping it along with the piston motion of her
clenched fist around shaft.

   As soon as I had caught my breath, she informed me that "it's now your
turn to do me, sweetheart".  She lay on her back on the beach, raised her
hips and slipped her panties all the way down to her ankles.  She then
proceeded to instruct me in the art of cunnilingus which I performed on her
for about 15 or 20 minutes, during which she experienced repeated, intense
orgasms.  She finally begged me to stop as it was getting uncomfortable for
her.  After we had cleaned up, Maria confessed that Lois had suggested that
we "move to the next level" and experience oral sex.  Apparently Lois
equated oral sex as a mutual manifestation of true love.  Lois had
convinced Maria that fellatio wouldn't result in pregnancy, she'd still be
a virgin, yet she could demonstrate her intense feeling for her partner by
"giving head", as she put it.  Lois also suggested to her sister that she
obtain some indication of my feelings for her by requesting me to "eat her"
and, if I did, Maria would know that I truly loved her.  A long time later,
in a discussion with Lois's boyfriend, I discovered that Lois had been
"walking the talk" with him since she was 13.

   For the next few weeks Maria and I reveled in our newfound intimacy.  We
would masturbate and perform oral sex on each other two or three nights a
week.  Maria's orgasms were powerful and multiple.  She would perform
fellatio on me first, then I would perform cunnilingus on her bringing her
to climax after climax.  After the first few times of pulling away just
before my climax, Maria began keeping my erupting member in her mouth until
I stopped coming.  She confessed that, like scotch, you had to acquire a
taste for it over time.

   On the night we both lost our virginity, Maria and I had gone down to
the beach after supper as usual.  It was the last week of summer vacation
and the weather had turned cool and windy.  When we got to the beach, the
fire was burning brightly and there were two couples, Rick and Sandy and
Joe and Kate, sitting near the fire, huddled together for warmth.  We
joined them and chatted for a while about the beginning of school, the
caliber of the football team, what courses we would be taking, the
idiosyncrasies of our teachers, etc.

   Rick, Sandy, Joe and Kate decided to drive over to the local hamburger
joint, Christopher's, to get something to eat.  Maria and I declined the
invitation to join them preferring to huddle together staring into the
dying fire and share our thoughts about the impact of school on our
relationship.  I had convinced my parents that it would be better if I
didn't have to spend three hours a day commuting to school, so I would be
entering the same school as Maria attended.

   After a while, the fire flickered out and we were left alone in the
darkness.  We lay side by side on the sand.  There were no other people on
the beach, so Maria and I began to kiss and murmur sweet nothings in each
other's ears.  Due to the coolness of the temperature, both of us were
fully dressed in jeans, t-shirts and jackets.  Maria unbuttoned her jacket
to allow me access to her chest.  I reached inside her jacket and lifted
her shirt.  I was surprised to find that Maria was not wearing a bra.  I
began kneading her firm breasts with my hands while flicking my tongue
rapidly and lightly on her hardening nipples.

   After several minutes of my ministrations, Maria sat up and unfastened
my fly, claiming my erect penis with her hands.  She was breathing heavily
and moaning softly.  I was puzzled.  Her behavior was typical of how she
acted when she was about to climax.  I did not think we had progressed to
that stage, yet she seemed on the brink of an orgasm.  She pushed me down
on my back, then unzipped her jeans and straddled me.  She moved her open
crotch to the head of my penis.  I gasped when I felt her pubic hair brush
against the head of my penis.  She had worn no underwear this evening!

   "Maria, what are you doing?" I finally whispered in her ear.  She didn't
reply.  She simply positioned her vagina opening over the head of my
throbbing penis and began lowering her hips into my groin.

   "Maria, no, no!  Don't you remember our promised to ..." I began to ask
her.  She interrupted with a fierce, hissing "I want to feel you inside me.
Don't move ...  just lay still ...  and ...  don't come.  Let me know if
you feel yourself beginning to come." She instructed.

   I did as commanded.  Her outer lips, slick with her juices, parted as
she slowly lowered herself onto me.  She was tight, warm and wet.  My penis
slid past her inner vulva.  Then the head hit some resistance.  She paused
for a moment.  I asked her if she were alright.  She nodded her head and
managed a terse "yes" through clenched teeth.  Then she took a deep breath
and thrust forward.  She cried out in pain as my staff tore through the
obstacle and was buried inside her She was sobbing softly.  "Are you OK?" I
asked.  "I ...  I'm ...  fine." she replied.  "Just let me catch my
breath."

   I could feel her cervix with the head of my rod.  My entire penis was
encased in her love tunnel.  I was afraid to move as I was on the brink of
an orgasm.

   "Does that feel good to you?" she asked.

   "I've never felt anything so good.  How about you?" I replied.

   "It hurt, at first." She explained, "But now it feels like you're going
to split me up the middle.  It feels like you're in my belly.  I've never
felt so full.  Please, let's just lay here without moving for a few
minutes."

   My penis began to respond to the hot, moist, tight, chamber in which it
found itself.  I could feel the sperm beginning to boil in my testicles. 
My stomach muscles began to tighten involuntarily.  I tried to think of
things other than the fact that I had my loaded and cocked gun all the way
up my girlfriend's pussy.

   Maria's vagina walls began to milk my engorged penis as they began
involuntary contractions signaling the beginning of her climax.  This
proved too much stimulus for my involuntary nervous system to take.  I
could feel the rumblings of an eruption commencing deep in my gonads.  I
tried to push her off gasping, "Maria, get off, get off ...  I'm coming!'

   She began to withdraw from her impalement on my convulsing member. 
However, she suddenly thrust her hips forward, grinding her pelvis into
mine as spasms of pleasure shook her body.  I reached my crisis and began
to ejaculate.  Our orgasms seemed to last for minutes.  I couldn't remember
experiencing such a long, copious eruption.  Even after I finished coming,
my penis remained hard.  Maria continued to ride me to one climax after
another until she finally collapsed onto my chest, still impaled on my
stiff tool.

   We were silent for a few minutes, each collecting our thoughts and
breaths.  She then whispered into my ear, "That was the most incredible sex
I've ever had." I agreed and we began expressing our love for each other.
My loins were bathed with our combined juices slowly oozing from her
violated love chamber.  I was still hard and, as she began squeezing the
still throbbing walls of her vagina around my turgid member, I started to
lift my hips, thrusting into her.  Our synchronized pelvic grindings soon
culminated in another earth-shattering orgasm for me.  As it finished,
Maria slowly pulled back, releasing my softening penis from its overflowing
love nook

   One final detail on which to end this essay.  As we walked home, arms
around each other, the dim glow of a street light revealed that both of our
jeans were stained with the combined issue from our love making, including
a small amount of blood from Maria's deflowering.  Fortunately, both sets
of parents had retired for the evening and we were able to remove the
evidence of our passion with a midnight scrubbing of our jeans.


   The End