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Young First Fuck
by Drue Craig (druidtx001@yahoo.com)

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A junior high couple almost get busted having sex by 
the girl's mother. They take advantage of her parent's 
absence the next day to reignite their trist, picking 
up where they left off and taking it to the next level 
and beyond. (mm-teens, youths, voy, 1st, mast, oral)

***

My name's Angelo and I was 14 when the story I'm about 
to relate happened. I was a 9th grader and Nancy was my 
7th grade, 12-year-old girlfriend.

But she wasn't a typical 12 year old. The tit fairy had 
been kind to Nancy (and to me). She's started to 
develop breasts when she was not quite 10, she told me 
once, the first girl in her class to do so. Within a 
year, she was sporting an amazing pair of firm, 34B 
tits that girls five or six years her senior would have 
died for. 

They sat high on her chest, looking like a ripe 
grapefruit cut in half and stuffed inside the tight 
sweaters she always wore. Her ass, too, had matured 
well beyond her years. It was her ass that had first 
caught my attention the first day I saw her.

She was playing a drum in the 7th-grade band. Her ass 
was jumping like two kittens wrestling in a cloth bag 
as she beat out the rhythm on the snare. The band 
director had asked me to help out with the younger band 
(I played 1st chair trumpet) and I immediately made a 
mental note to get him something nice for inviting me 
to help. Like a car.

I stood, mesmerized, staring at her jiggling ass as the 
song came to an end. The band director noticed me for 
the first time (I'm surprised the entire band didn't 
notice the hard-on that was tenting out my jeans) and 
introduced me.

Nancy turned around and smiled big when she saw me. We 
knew each other from church, it turned out. But I hope 
I'll be forgiven for not recognizing her right away. My 
mind was otherwise occupied with non-church thoughts 
until she turned around.

Which isn't entirely true. Recognition didn't exactly 
drive the non-church thoughts from my mind. If 
anything, it served to intensify them, when I got my 
first look at those sweater-pillows of hers.

We hit it off right away and started hanging out at 
school. I caught no end of shit from my friends when 
they heard I was going around with a 7th grader. Until, 
that is, they saw her. 

Or, more accurately, saw her body. Those boobs and ass 
that occupied my every thought and, quite frankly, put 
several of the girls in my class to shame. She didn't 
have the best body in the school. But it was damn 
close.

Anyway, we started hanging around, like I said. It 
didn't take long for me to start walking her home after 
school, even though it was several blocks out of my 
way. The practice had actually been her idea, but it 
didn't take long to convince me. Her mother was a 
teacher at another school in our district and she 
typically didn't get home much before 4:30 p.m. Add the 
fact that we got out of school at 3 p.m. and the 15-
minute walk to her house, that gave us a minimum of an 
hour alone together in an otherwise empty home.

It was on these afternoons when I was able to walk her 
home that our physical exploration of each other's 
virginal bodies began. I think we may have sat on the 
sofa in their living room for a total of 15 minutes 
that first day, drinking sodas, before we began the 
first of what would become almost daily make-out 
sessions.

It all started innocently enough, but quickly 
progressed from kissing to stroking legs, backs, butts 
and finally, tits, pussy and cock through our clothes. 
The first time I got my hand up her sweater and felt of 
her left breast through the thick material of her bra, 
I almost shot my load in my jeans. 

I did have to stop at a gas station that was on my way 
home and jerk off in the bathroom, spraying my 
adolescent cum all over the walls. That bathroom 
quickly became a routine stop on my homeward walk after 
a hot session on Nancy's sofa.

In was in that bathroom that I discovered a previously 
unnoticed item: The coin-operated condom machine. This 
was back in the day when it was virtually impossible 
for a young boy (or girl) to walk into a pharmacy and 
buy condoms. Dozens of questions, probably followed by 
a call to one's parents, would ensue and you'd still 
walk out without the purchase completed.

But a coin-operated machine! The answer to a dream come 
true. Or, in my case, about to come true.

Back to the day of my story, finally. Nancy and I had 
made it to her house and immediately onto the sofa in 
the living room. We'd progressed past the point of 
fumbling around to the point of actually engaging 
mutual masturbation, what we called in my day, heavy 
petting.

On the day in question, I had Nancy's ubiquitous 
sweater pushed up and out of the way and her bra open, 
allowing me free access to her beautiful tits. I also 
had the knit stretch pants her mother made her wear 
down around her upper thighs, along with her virginal 
white panties. (This was a first for us, providing 
unrestrained access to her lightly furred pussy.)

I, meanwhile, had my jeans open and my rock-hard, 6.5-
inch boy cock was firmly cradled in Nancy's fist as she 
stroked me toward orgasm. Not a first, by any means. 
She'd given me my relief about a dozen times before 
this and she seemed to enjoy it when I would cum, my 
thick, white sperm flying out of the head of my cock to 
coat her stomach and tits and, sometimes, her face.

I was convinced I was going to finally going to get 
laid that day. Nancy was, in fact, lying on the couch, 
her head hanging over the edge with my cock stroking 
slowly in and out of her mouth. I, likewise, was leaned 
over and was probing at her dripping pussy with fingers 
and tongue. I was endeavoring to open her up and loosen 
her in preparation for our first fuck.

We were both moaning to beat the band as we practiced 
our newly acquired oral talents on each other. I never 
did ask Nancy where she learned to suck cock. Turned 
out she gained the skills practicing on a banana during 
a sleepover with several friends.

I could feel my orgasm approaching. I had the condom in 
my hand and was about to pull out, spin Nancy around 
and ask if I could shove my cock into her tight pussy 
when we heard the sound we always listened for and 
feared. The electric garage door was opening! A parent 
was home!

I quickly pulled out of her mouth. Nancy bolted to her 
feet and ran toward the bathroom, tugging clothes into 
place as she ran. That just left me, sitting on the 
floor in front of the television, trying to force my 
rock-hard cock back into my jeans and get presentable 
before her mother walked into the room.

I had just managed to force my cock back into my 
underwear and was struggling to fasten my jeans when it 
happened. The nearness of my orgasm from Nancy's oral 
stimulation and the ensuing manipulation of my cock 
proved too much. I erupted in my underwear, spraying 
the tight white material with shot after shot of sperm. 

I looked in a mix of ecstasy and horror at the rapidly 
spreading dark spot in the crotch of my jeans as cum 
soaked through the heavy material. I couldn't stop 
myself trembling with the strength of my orgasm, 
probably heightened by the adrenalin rush of almost 
being caught.

Nancy chose that moment to return to the living room, 
walking in the doorway to my right as her mother 
entered through the door from the kitchen to my left.

"Oh, hi, mom," Nancy said, the absolute picture of 
nonchalance as she plopped down beside me on the floor 
in front of the sofa and commenced watching the 
television. "We didn't hear you come in."

"Hi, kids," her mother said. "Can you stay for dinner, 
Angelo? It's cheeseburgers tonight."

"Um, thanks, Mrs. F," I replied. "Sounds great. But I 
can't. I have to get home."

Nancy's practiced indifference to the conversation 
collapsed as she stretched and took a deep breath. No 
stranger to the scent of my semen, her eyes flew open 
when she realized what she smelled on the air of the 
living room. 

She looked right at me, her eyes huge, and the question 
unasked but obvious in her eyes. I looked around to be 
sure her mother wasn't in the room, grabbed her hand 
and placed it over the sticky spot in my jeans. She 
tired to stifle a laugh, but was unsuccessful, as she 
realized what had happened. I just looked at her, 
pained and more than a little embarrassed.

Her laughter stopped in mid-gasp. She leaned in, her 
hand still stroking my reawakening cock, and said, 
"I'll make it up to you. I promise."

We decided in a quick, whispered conversation, that it 
would be best if I beat a hasty retreat before my 
"condition" became obvious to her mother. My cock, now 
half hard and threatening to reach biblical proportions 
in no time, was trapped inside my jeans with nowhere to 
go. 

Just as I reached the door and leaned in to kiss Nancy 
goodbye (the single liberty I was permitted in front of 
her parents as long as it was a chaste kiss), her 
mother reentered the room.

"Now, you remember your father and I have that meeting 
tomorrow right after school and we won't be home until 
late, right?" she said.

I looked and Nancy had a thoughtful expression on her 
face. I'm pretty sure she was thinking the same thing I 
was.

"Yeah, mom," she said. "I remember. Don't worry. We'll 
be good. Angelo's going to come over and help me with 
my homework tomorrow."

She then leaned in again to kiss me goodbye.

"I'll be real good," she whispered. "I promise."

I don't remember much of the walk home. Despite my hard 
cock as I left the house, I didn't stop and jack off at 
the gas station. I did, however, stop and spend what 
change I had in my pocket and purchase three more 
condoms.

School dragged by the next day. By the time I reached 
the band room for my daily duties as student assistant, 
I was pretty much a walking hard-on. I'd traded my 
tighty-whities for my jock strap after gym class that 
morning in an effort to hide the constant bulge in my 
jeans.

Nancy, it turned out, was just as distracted as I was. 
She couldn't beat out a steady rhythm on her drum 
during band practice to save her life. 

Finally, the last bell rang and we both bolted from the 
band room and out the school door, practically running 
toward her house. We made it in record time, my cock 
rock hard in my jeans. It had managed to work its way 
out of the pouch of my jock on the way to her house. 
There was a dark spot of precum on the leg of my jeans 
where the head had been rubbing and leaking since 
shortly after we left the school.

We entered the kitchen and I didn't waste any time. I 
knew we were alone because there were no cars in the 
garage or driveway.

I wrapped my arms around Nancy, my hands going 
immediately under her sweater from behind and straight 
to her tits. I didn't expect to encounter naked tit 
flesh right off the bat, but I did. She wasn't wearing 
a bra.

"It was hurting me too much," she moaned. "My boobies 
were so sensitive all day. I had to take it off third 
period."

The though of my luscious girlfriend walking around 
school braless for half the day, even in the early 70s, 
had me even more turned on. If that was at all 
possible. I pulled her sweater up and over her head and 
she spun around to press her naked tits against my 
chest as she drove her tongue into my mouth.

"We've probably got two hours," she moaned. "Let's take 
it slow."

"Fuck slow," I growled at her. I showed her the four 
condoms I had in my pocket and her eyes got big.

"OK," she said. "Fuck slow. Or, fuck me."

She dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and all 
but ripped my jeans open. She laughed when she saw my 
precum-soaked jock with my hard cock poking out the 
side. She wrapped her small hand around the shaft and 
stroked it gently. Her hand felt cool to the overheated 
skin of my dick.

"Damn, Angelo," she said. "I think it's bigger than 
I've ever seen it. And what's all this slick stuff?"

She knew good and well what it was. She'd had it 
smeared all over her face and tits enough times. She 
was just fucking with me.

"I don't know," she said. "I think it's too big. I'm 
just a little girl, after all. What are you going to do 
with this big hard 'ol thing?"

"Guess," I moaned.

I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her, 
gently but firmly, forward until the tip of my cock was 
brushing against her lips. Her tongue came out to lick 
those luscious lips, flickering around the head of my 
cock in the process.

I'd been turned on for too long and the stimulation of 
what we were doing - and what we were about to do - was 
too much for me. As soon as her tongue circled the 
sensitive head of my cock, I came. My sperm arched out 
of my pulsing cock and hit her square in the face, 
coating her as shot after shot fired from the tip.

She opened her mouth in shock at my rapid-fire response 
and got two good shots of cum on her tongue for her 
troubles. She'd sucked my cock a few times but had 
always balked at taking my cum in her mouth. This time, 
however, she didn't have a choice.

She swirled it around in her mouth for a second then 
shocked me when she made a yummy sound and swallowed 
before locking her lips around the head of my still-
spurting cock. She milked the rest of my orgasm from my 
balls with her lips and hand, moaning as she swallowed 
greedily, savoring the taste of my sperm.

"Damn," she said, when I was drained and my still-hard 
cock slipped from between her lips. "That was quick."

"You swallowed my cum!" I said.

"Yeah, well you didn't give me much choice at first," 
she laughed. "But then, once I got the taste of it in 
my mouth, I decided it tasted pretty good. Think of all 
that cum I've wasted! Never again."

She was still squeezing and stroking my cock, pausing 
every once in a while to lick a stray drop from her 
fingers or the tip. When I couldn't take any more, I 
pulled away. Nancy moaned like I'd just stolen her 
favorite toy.

I reached down, lifted her to her feet and up onto the 
kitchen table. I pulled a chair out, sat down and 
reached for the waistband of her knit pants. I skimmed 
them down her legs and off. I wasn't entirely surprised 
to find the crotch of her white panties soaked through 
with her juices.

I all but tore her panties away and literally dove in 
to her pussy tongue first. She let out a screech, 
grabbed the back of my head and forced my face deeper 
between her thighs. 

We must have made quite a sight: I was naked, sitting 
in (it turns out) her dad's chair at the dinner table. 
Nancy was naked except for her socks, legs up and 
spread wide, feet pointed at the ceiling, pulling my 
head into her crotch and humping her hips up and down 
as I licked her pussy.

Her juices were running down the crack of her ass and 
pooling on the table as I brought her quickly to the 
first of many orgasms. She'd been as turned on as I 
was, I guess. As she came down from her orgasm, she 
looked up at me. Her face was flushed and chest heaving 
as she caught her breath.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Put a condom on and shove 
your cock in me. Make me not a virgin any more."

I grabbed one of the small foil packets from the table 
and ripped it open. I carefully rolled it down over the 
shaft of my cock. I stepped between her legs and 
brought her ankles up to rest on my shoulders as I 
positioned the head at her entrance. For some reason, 
my conscience chose that moment to rear its head.

"You sure about this?" I said.

She looked at me in shock.

"What do you mean, 'am I sure about this?'" she moaned. 
"Just fuck me, damn it! Please, fuck me!"

I guess you could call that an unqualified yes.

I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance. I was 
about to push in for the first time when she told me to 
stop.

Biting her lip, she looked up at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Don't you want to do it?"

"I do," she said. She paused.

"Take the rubber off," she said, breathlessly. "I want 
to feel you inside me all naked. I can't get preggers 
because you already cummed once. Plus, my monthlies are 
supposed to start like tomorrow or the next day so I'm 
in the wrong place in the cycle."

I couldn't argue with her logic. Well, in retrospect, I 
probably could have, knowing what I know today. But I 
wasn't about to argue with her at that point if she 
wanted our first time to be without a condom. I pulled 
the thing off my cock and dropped it on the table. She 
looked at my bare naked cock as I repositioned myself 
at her entrance.

I rubbed the head up and down the folds of her dripping 
pussy a few times, spreading the moisture that had 
collected there around to further lube us both up. She 
moaned deep in her throat as my cock head flicked up 
and down over her clit.

"Yeah," she groaned. "That feels nice. Keep rubbing 
there. No, wait. Put it in me. Put your... cock in me. 
Fuck me! Please, fuck me!!!"

I came to rest in the right spot and pushed forward. 
The head and about an inch of my shaft were lodged 
inside her pussy just that quickly. She gasped as the 
first intrusion of a cock spread her virginal pussy 
open. I stopped.

"Oh, that feels weird," she moaned.

"Weird good or weird bad?" I asked.

"Really good," she said. "Is it all in yet?"

I told her I wasn't but about a quarter of the way in 
her body. She looked slightly shocked at that 
revelation.

"I already feel so full," she said. "Put some more in 
me."

I obliged, pushing forward slowly until about half my 
cock was buried in her 12-year-old pussy. She moaned as 
each millimeter made its way up inside her body.

"Oh, God, stop for a minute," she moaned. "Let me get 
used to it."

I paused, running my hands up and down her legs and up 
over her tits. I pinched her nipples and massaged her 
breasts. I started to lean down to kiss her, but the 
movement pushed more of my cock inside her before she 
was ready. So, we just stayed where we were, waiting 
for her to adjust.

"The rest of it," she moaned after a couple of minutes. 
"Put the rest of it in. Shove it in my pussy! Fuck ME!"

I did as she asked. Her eyes flew open as the head of 
my cock came to rest against the back of her vagina and 
she screamed, just a little bit. Actually, the sound of 
her discomfort actually turned me on a little bit more.

"Just hold it," she said.

She sat up, slowly, telling me to sit down in the chair 
so she was on top. We made out for a few minutes, 
neither of us moving below the waist, to get her 
acclimated to my cock in her pussy. Finally, after 
about five minutes, she started slowly rotating her 
hips, moving my cock around inside her pussy.

"Put me back on the table and fuck me," she whispered, 
breaking our lip lock and wrapping her arms around my 
neck. "Pound me into the table. Fuck me where my daddy 
eats dinner."

Huh? I thought. That's interesting. And a little weird.

But I did as she asked. I stood and gently lowered her 
onto her back on the hard-wood surface of the table. I 
happened to place her, by accident, right in the 
cooling puddle of her own juices where they'd leaked 
out of her before. She jumped a little at the sensation 
against her ass, which drove my cock a little further 
into her pussy.

"Oooh that's cold," she said. "What is that?"

"I think it's your cum, baby," I laughed.

"Well, fuck me in a pool of my own cum," she laughed. 
"God, that sounds nasty! Do it!"

I lifted her legs back up over my shoulders. I slipped 
slowly out of her clenching puss until just the head 
remained inside her tight inner lips. I looked her in 
the eyes and she nodded. She was ready.

Slowly at first, then gaining speed, I began a steady 
fucking motion. My cock felt like it was gripped in 
hot, damp velvet as the shaft slid between in and out 
of her little cunt. Despite her untimely development 
giving her the outer body of a girl or even a woman 
much older than she, Nancy was still essentially a 12-
year-old girl inside. Her pussy was so tight I could 
barely move each time she clenched her muscles.

It took about five minutes, but she finally loosened up 
enough that I could plunder her depths without as much 
resistance. She was still tight as hell - and I think 
my cock was indeed bigger than it had ever been. It 
sure felt like it, anyway.

Her eyes were closed and her head was thrashing back 
and forth on the tabletop as I pounded her pussy. She 
started moaning in time with my thrusts, urging me on, 
begging me to fuck her harder with each stroke. It 
reached a point where I had to wrap my hands around her 
thighs and keep pulling her back every few strokes as I 
literally fucked her across the table.

It seemed like forever, but couldn't have been more 
than a few minutes, before Nancy announced that she was 
about to cum. To this day, I don't know where I got the 
stamina and will power to keep fucking her as long as I 
did. But I felt like King Kong, bringing a girl to an 
orgasm with my cock the first time I'd ever fucked 
anyone.

Her legs slipped off my shoulders and clasped around my 
body as she yelled with the first wave of her orgasm. I 
swear she peeled a little paint off the walls and a 
ceiling tile or two fell from the intensity of her 
screams as her tight pussy spasmed around the shaft of 
my cock.

"Fuck, yes!" she cried. "Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! FUCK 
YES!!!"

That was all it took for me. My balls crawled up inside 
my body, my cock surged to the biggest it's ever been 
and I exploded, sending wave after wave of semen 
crashing against the shores of her womb. The hot tide 
of cum forced her back over the top and she came again, 
her nails raking long furrows in the skin of my arms as 
she thrust her pussy against my groin.

We locked up in a paroxysm of pleasure, both of us 
unable to move, as I emptied my balls (and I think my 
toes) inside her. Then we just collapsed. I fell 
backwards, luckily into the chair that was still 
strategically placed behind me. Nancy just withered on 
the table, her arms and legs splayed out, making her 
look slightly like da Vinci's Vitruvian Man painting.

A well-fucked Vitruvian woman might be more like it. 
Her chest was heaving and I watched as my cum started 
leaking from her dripping pussy. If she thought a 
reduction in volume from a previous orgasm was her sole 
protection from possible pregnancy, she was going to be 
sadly mistaken. 

A river of cum, probably a combination of hers and 
mine, ran from her pussy. It dripped onto the table, 
where it pooled. Some even flowed off the edge to splat 
onto the floor. 

We both just sat or laid where we were, struggling to 
catch our breath and still our rapidly beating hearts.

"Wow," Nancy said, finally. "That was incredible."

"It sure was," another voice said from the kitchen 
doorway.

I spun around as Nancy sat bolt upright on the table. 
There, in the doorway, was Nancy's sister, Julia. Her 
cheerleading skirt and pants were down around her 
ankles and she had two fingers buried in her pussy, her 
hand glistening with the juices of her obvious arousal.

"You two were so in to it that you didn't even hear me 
come in, did you?" she asked as she disengaged her hand 
from her dripping cunt. "I just stood here and watched 
you guys fuck each other silly while I played with 
myself."

"Wha..." Nancy began. "What're you going to do?"

"Well," Julia said. "I'm still horny. And, I don't know 
about you, babysister. But it looks like Angelo is a 
little bit, too."

Both girls turned to me. Unbeknownst to Nancy - and 
unnoticed by me - my 14-year-old cock had returned to 
full size, whether from Nancy's dripping pussy or her 
sisters, it didn't matter.

"So, what's it going to be, sis?" Julia asked. "Mom and 
dad won't be home for at least another hour. You going 
to share, or what?"

To be continued?


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