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Archive name: virgin.txt (teens, 1st, reluc, rom)
Authors name: Pleasureboy1 (pleasureboy_1@hotmail.com)
Story title : Virgin Hunter

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Virgin Hunter or How to Take a Young Man's Virginity:
Without turning him into a total jerk
by pleasureboy_1@hotmail.com

***

A semi-romantic, semi-psychological story about a young 
girl's obsession with seducing virgin boys after her own
self-idealized defloration turns out to be tragically 
disappointing. teens, oral, first, reluc, romantic.

***

I'm sixteen years old and I have a problem. I only enjoy 
sex when it's with a virgin. It's kind of a peculiar 
hang-up since I was a virgin myself up until about 8 
months ago.

I was considered to be a quiet loner with only a few 
casual friends here and there. I'm fairly attractive I 
suppose. I get the looks from guys, I get the comments 
yelled at me out of car windows and stuff. "Nice ass, 
baby!" or "Check out those tits!" and stuff like that. 
(I hate that kind of shit. It turns me right off.)

I won't sit here and describe myself like other story 
writers do. That's so cliche and cheezy. Suffice it to 
say I'm pretty nice looking. The rest I'll leave to your 
imagination.

As I said, I was the shy quiet type. I'm friendly 
enough. A lot of people know me, and I've had my share 
of short-term relationships. Overall though, I think I 
mostly kept to myself, until last year when I started 
seeing a boy named Danny, the guy who was my first fuck, 
the guy who changed my life.

I'd been seeing him for a few months before the we 
actually did anything sexual together. We had ample 
opportunity to be alone as I was the daughter of a 
single mom who works full time and has an active dating 
life. Some nights she didn't come home at all. I was 
lonely and starved for attention when I started seeing 
Danny, another shy quiet boy from school who was about 
my age.

We were fifteen at the time. Danny came home with me 
everyday after school and would stay until after supper 
time, telling his mom he was hanging out with the guys 
playing sports, or exercising or whatever. It all 
started with us innocently sitting next to each other 
watching TV and moved up from there.

I remember our first kiss. It was inspired by a music 
video we were watching in which the two characters on TV 
were passionately kissing. Danny and I sat next to each 
other, watching intently and feeling really excited by 
it. Neither of us had ever kissed anyone before.

I looked over at him and he looked at me. We both knew 
that we wanted to kiss each other but we were both so 
nervous. Finally I made the first move for the first 
time. I leaned over and kissed him, gently on the mouth. 
He kissed me back for a moment, then I pulled away, 
easily overwhelmed by the intensity of it. For the rest 
of the week I thought of nothing else. What a rush! What 
bliss! Just to kiss the boy I loved. So sweet and 
innocent.

Later that week the same video came on again. This time 
I didn't hesitate. I just went for it, spurred on by my 
desperate longing for more affection. We kissed longer 
this time. His lips were soft and his breath smelled 
sweet. Our hearts pounded wildly inside us. It seemed to 
last forever. Finally Danny broke the kiss. He jumped up 
and said he had to go. Then I was alone again, feeling 
aroused and confused.

After that our time together dissolved into regular 
make-out sessions. It got to the point where we just 
assumed that's what we would be doing and made no 
pretense of watching TV first. As soon as we got into 
the basement den we wrapped ourselves around each other 
for our daily fix of excited teenage affection.

We spent our time just kissing at first, just on the 
lips, no tongues. Then eventually tongue kissing, then 
kissing on the neck and ears. Gradually our nervous 
little hands began to wander to other parts as well. My 
waist, my thighs, his chest and stomach. Nothing too 
risky at first. I never needed to resist any advances. 
He never made any.

Most of the time he was more nervous than I was and 
would never take me as far as I wanted to go. It was I 
that lead him through to higher plateaus of intimacy 
each time. I needed attention, to be touched, to be 
loved, and he needed to be coached at it. He was always 
eager to oblige however, once I'd given him new 
permissions of my body.

Anyway the day finally came after weeks of this shallow 
foreplay that we actually felt each other up for the 
first time. After the usual extensive round of kissing 
each other all over, I moved his hands to my breasts. My 
nipples responded to he trembling caresses, though they 
were buried under several layers of clothing. Our hearts 
pounded and we broke the kiss to stare lovingly into one 
another's eyes. This became the new frontier of our 
sexuality and he never passed it until I prompted him 
to.

Having remained at this level for about a week I felt 
ready to try something even more daring. I decided one 
day in school that I would let him feel me up "down 
there". Once at my place we got right into it. After 
kissing for almost and hour and having my chest eagerly 
fondled I worked up the nerve and finally moved his hand 
from my breasts down to my crotch. He was shocked at 
first, but I also sensed he had expected it.

I voiced my approval, moaning gratuitously into our 
kiss, and I swear I thought he would have a heart attack 
he got so worked up. He massaged me through my shorts 
for about a half an hour, bringing me to a weak little 
clothing-muffled climax after about twenty minutes or 
so. It was the most exciting thing I'd ever experienced. 
Finally we tore ourselves away and he headed home for 
the day.

The next day I returned the favor to him. After a good 
45 minutes of kissing and fondling, I reached down and 
began rubbing his cock through his pants. It was hard 
and throbbing and he almost cried when I touched it. I'm 
not sure why, but it turned me on. I was in love with 
his innocence and nervous eagerness, I even liked the 
fear I sensed in him.

After about 20 minutes of this he came in his pants, and 
then returned the favor to me. I climaxed much quicker 
that time.

After about a week at this new level of sexuality 
between us I began to get bored once again, and felt a 
need to conquer some other frontier our hesitant young 
love games. That day I wore a skirt and let him feel me 
up under it, this time guiding his fingers to slide 
under the elastic of my soaked cotton panties. 

The next thing we knew his finger was in my wet little 
pussy and we both trembled with an almost panicked 
excitement. He didn't really know what he was doing but 
the intensity of the situation was more than enough to 
bring me to several powerful orgasms.

Sure enough the next day I returned the favor to him. 
After our usual kissing, fondling, fingering routine I 
reached down and undid his pants. His angry purple cock 
head thrust out from the waistband of his cotton briefs 
and throbbed out an ooze of precum. I reached down to 
touch it and he gasped intensely, almost as if he was in 
pain. Perhaps it was the pain of resisting the urge to 
rape me right then and there. I don't know. Anyway his 
precum was warm and slippery. He closed his eyes in 
ecstasy and I quickly lifted it to my tongue and tasted 
it. It was sort of sweet. This excited me beyond belief 
and I began to fondle and caress his swollen erection, 
sliding his underwear down to his thighs as I went. 

I massaged his scrotum curiously, feeling the weight of 
his balls and the velvety texture of the wrinkled skin, 
then I went back to his penis. I slid my fingers gently 
up and down it as though it were the most precious thing 
in the world. He gasped and shuddered in front of me 
like a tortured animal and I became intoxicated with the 
excitement of the moment. My head went all woozy and I 
had a sloppy grin in the dim light of the basement den.

I wrapped my entire hand around his cock and played with 
the loose little skin below the head of it, pulling it 
up over the head and down again. Over and over again I 
did this, drunk with the power I held over the pleasure 
of his entire being. He responded like a puppet in the 
hands of a master, cringing and sighing, panting and 
whimpering as I brought him toward his first ever-direct 
sexual orgasm.

He went off with a cry of what seemed like agony and I 
let out a shocked gasp of girlish surprise as his cum 
shot into the air between us. It went all the way up 
about two feet and plopped messily back down on my 
wrist. Then another load flew out and landed on his 
belly. Then another splattered on my stroking knuckles. 
I pumped him almost hypnotically, mesmerized by the raw 
eroticism of the ejaculation. A fourth spurt squirted 
out and rolled down across my fingers, and a fifth 
merely dribbled out the eye of his dick. I kept on 
pumping and he grabbed my hand to stop me, with a 
strained look on his face.

"Ok, Ok, please stop," he pleaded.

I obeyed, turning my attention to the white stringy goo 
that had issued forth of our intimacy. It was hot, but 
rapidly cooling. It was sticky and creamy and I tried to 
visualize millions of little sperms desperately questing 
for an egg they would not find. Poor bastards. Then I 
got up and went to get a washcloth from the bathroom. I 
cleaned us both and dropped it onto the floor beside us. 
Then we went back to kissing.

He told me I'd given him the greatest pleasure a human 
being could ever feel and that he would love me forever. 
My heart swooned inside me. Finally I felt the love I'd 
been craving from someone, and I was hooked. If this was 
what got a boy to love you I would gladly do it for him 
any time he wanted. It felt so good to be adored like 
that.

This ended our greatest sexual encounter yet. He got up, 
pulled his pants up, kissed me once more for about five 
minutes, whispering more vows of eternal love into my 
ear, and then he left me. I was all alone again, feeling 
emotionally complete for the first time, but tortured 
with arousal physically by the image of the cum shot I'd 
witnessed that day. Some deep and primal sexuality had 
been awakened inside me. I didn't understand it, but I 
knew I wanted more. I decided that things would have to 
move more rapidly from now on. We could no longer rest 
on these new plateaus of pleasure for weeks at a time. I 
decided that tomorrow he would go down on me, and I 
would go down on him.

The school day seemed to drag on forever. Danny and I 
met in the halls between every class, rapidly kissing 
and whispering sweet and dirty things into the other's 
ear. This served only to excite me more, and I found I 
could not concentrate at all. I told Danny to see if he 
could get out of his last class of the day and meet me 
at my house. He promised to try. I told the nurse I 
wasn't feeling well and she excused me from the final 
class of the day. I hurried home, took a hot bath and 
waited for Danny. He apparently was unable to get out of 
his class and didn't arrive until close to four O'clock.

I met him at the door wearing only a bathrobe and his 
eyes popped out of his head, wondering what I had planed 
for this day. We got busy making out right away. Our 
hands and mouths were all over each other and we didn't 
even make it to the basement. I dragged him into the 
living room and shoved him onto the couch.

"I've been waiting all day for this, Danny," I purred. 
"I can't wait any more...."

I flipped open my robe and soaked in the image of his 
face beholding my full frontal nakedness for the first 
time. His eyes were glazed with lust and his jaw dropped 
open like all the strength had left him. I stepped 
forward and brought his mouth to my stomach. He kissed 
me all over my tummy and even lifted his face to suck 
and nibble on my nipples. This sent sweet little tingles 
through me that somehow were connected to my privates. 
My little pussy churned involuntarily and wet itself for 
whatever might come next. All this was so wonderfully 
exciting. It was all new. An adventure in sexual, 
emotional, and physical exploration.

His hand went to my vulva without prompting, sending 
sweet little spasm of pleasure through my already 
trembling body. My flesh seemed to awaken all over my 
body and I tingled with every awkward and eager motion 
we made against each other. My robe fell off my 
shoulders and dropped to the floor. His free hand moved 
to caress my naked ass.

"Kiss me," I pleaded in a shaky voice. He began to rise. 
"No," I said, stopping him immediately. "Down there."

With ignorant enthusiasm he pressed his lips to my 
swollen vulva. It was immediate bliss, but after a 
moment, not enough.

"T- tongue, Danny," I instructed deliriously. I felt his 
tongue flick out across my clit as I stood before him 
and my knees went weak. I fell forward and he turned me 
to lay before him on the couch. He slid off the seat and 
knelt down. Then he returned his mouth to my yearning 
womanhood. His tongue found my clit again but merely 
passed by on its way down to my vagina.

"No," I corrected him. "Tongue here... fingers here."

I'm not sure how I knew what I wanted, but I did. 
Perhaps it was from fantasizing about this moment for so 
long. Perhaps it was from the crude talk I'd heard 
around the girls' locker room. I don't know. Anyway, 
Danny obeyed my directions immediately, returning his 
tongue to my clit and sliding his fingers inside me to 
massage my pulsating vagina. That did the trick.

In a matter of maybe 45 seconds he had my coming like a 
wild vixen on the couch before him. I ground my pelvis 
violently and pressed his head to my privates with both 
hands, almost screaming out the pleasure I felt, but 
still hindered by self-conscious modesty. I wanted to 
scream out though. The scream was part of the pleasure 
of climax and I hated to restrain it, but my nervous 
little girl heart wouldn't let go. So I was driven 
through the orgasm with no more than a heavy sigh 
escaping me. Danny knew I was coming though, and began 
to slow down.

"No! Don't s- stop... please!" I managed to say. He was 
prompted to renewed vigor and he brought me all the way 
through the orgasm and around to the beginnings of the 
next one. I came again, and then again, and he never let 
up. He was eager to please and insanely excited by the 
overtly erotic display of my repeated sexual climaxes. 
This was all the encouragement he needed, and he got me 
off a good four or five times before I began to grow 
numb to the pleasure, and then finally a bit sore. Then 
I told him to stop and he did.

I looked down at him and saw his face awash with my 
juices. They were all over his mouth and chin, and even 
across his cheeks and a bit on his nose. He wiped his 
mouth happily on the sleeve of my fallen robe and sat 
like an eager little puppy dog, waiting for his master's 
next command. I floated down from the clouds of post-
orgasmic bliss and decided it was time to return the 
favor.

"You poor, desperate little boy," I teased. "You must be 
aching with neglect. Stand up."

He stood up before me and I sat up to face his pelvis. I 
undid his pants carefully and nervously and his cock 
sprang free, almost hitting me in the nose with its 
anticipation. I slid his pants down his thighs and took 
the hot throbbing thing in my hand. There was the precum 
again, only this time, instead of wiping at it with my 
fingers I used my tongue. It tasted sweet, as it had the 
first time and I was spurred excitedly on to take sweet 
little licks at it. I used it like an ice cream cone, or 
a Popsicle. Licking all around the head and underside of 
it, while my hand guided it this way and that across my 
tongue.

The poor boy had the look of a dying man draped across 
his face and for a moment I thought he really might die. 
But he didn't, and for the first time ever he took 
initiative with me. He reached down to pull my mouth 
open by my chin, and slowly slid his cock into my mouth. 
I was as excited as he was, having never done this 
before and I enjoyed every moment of it in my own way.

I opened up and excitedly took it in, wrapping my lips 
experimentally around the head of it. Sure enough his 
legs shook and his trembling hands moved to caress my 
beloved head. I flicked my eyes upward to capture the 
look on his face as I slowly engulfed him in my warm 
little mouth. He was in heaven, and I felt an odd sense 
of pride that it was I who brought him there. If he 
loved me before this, he would love me even more now!

I dragged my lips down the length of his cock, taking 
more and more in as I went, and offered him a little 
extra swirl of pleasure with my tongue as it slid down 
the underside of him. He throbbed in my mouth and 
whimpered like a baby above me and I fell in love with 
the power I had of making him completely mine. I began 
giving him head at that moment. My mouth moved up and 
down his cock and I began sucking gently on him as well 
as I figured a girl in my position should. 

After all they call it "sucking cock" don't they? This 
got a delighted reaction from him and he shook violently 
before me as I milked his delicate young cock with my 
swirling mouth. I noticed these weird little slurping 
and sucking sounds as I worked on him and these happy 
little grunts and cooing sounds escaped my throat on 
their own. It added to the overall sexiness of the 
situation.

On a whim I lifted my hands to caress his balls, and 
jerk on the root of his cock as well. I figured he might 
like that. He cried out loud in a long slow groan of 
ecstasy and that was it. The next thing I knew a spurt 
of semen erupted into my mouth. I pulled back at the 
shock of it and his cock popped out of the suction of my 
mouth. A second spurt splashed across my lips and I came 
to my senses once again.

I began licking and jerking him with my hand in order to 
finish him off properly and my face was soon painted 
with his come. It hit me in the cheeks, some went into 
my mouth, some on my chin, and some hit my nose, but 
there was still more. I aimed the last few spurts 
directly into my mouth, jerking and stroking him 
energetically and after he was done I squeezed the 
length of his cock from root to tip, drawing the last 
remaining dribbles of come out of him and smearing it 
across my tongue.

There I sat like a pretty little porn star. I had taken 
my first come facial, not even knowing that that's what 
it was called. I must have looked like a wanton little 
whore but I didn't care. I smiled happily up at him, 
glad to give him whatever pleasure I could. He had done 
a beautiful service for me and I wanted nothing more 
than to return the favor. I had drained him dry and left 
him satisfied. He looked down at me with a mix of 
adoration and rampant lust on his face. I think that was 
the moment that things changed somehow between us.

You see after that first blow job he no longer revered 
me as a delicate little china doll. He no longer waited 
impatiently for me to lead the way. He no longer 
hesitated in our intimacy, and he trembled a lot less. I 
think actually he no longer respected me either.

I'm not sure what had changed, but over the next few 
days I knew he was different. He was no longer content 
simply with my kisses, and fondling my breasts. He 
wanted to go straight to the oral sex. He wanted to blow 
off in my face, shooting his come all over me like a 
little whore every time. And most of all, he wanted to 
fuck me.

It was a short few days later that he told me to be 
waiting for him in my robe again. He said he had big 
plans for me that night. I was extremely excited about 
finally getting laid for real but something inside me 
had changed as well. I found I didn't like being led. I 
didn't like having someone have their way with me. I was 
more excited by him when he was sweet and innocent, 
eager and obedient.

Nevertheless, the afternoon came. I started him off with 
a hand-job, after he had roughly pawed at my tits, ass 
and pussy. He sat down in the usual position and I knelt 
before him and began jerking him off. It felt empty 
though. There was less excitement in it then there had 
been the first time. I was naturally aroused by his cock 
of course, hot and strong in my hand, and the softness 
of his balls as I tickled them with my other hand, but 
then he gave me an order.

"Suck it, Maria," he said. I looked up at him, a little 
shocked, a little hurt and offended, but I obeyed. I 
took his cock into my mouth and sucked it ravenously. My 
fast and slippery mouth worked over the length of him as 
though I'd done it all my life and within a matter of a 
minute he pushed me away and began shooting into my 
face. Hot gobs of come hit me and oozed down my blushing 
visage.

He stared down at me with a delighted grin, straining 
with the exertion of the orgasm. I took it all, even 
turning my face this way and that as I jerked the come 
out of him, trying to hit places that hadn't received 
any yet. Finally he was done. Was he happy? Was he 
satisfied? I needed to know. My heart was troubled. I 
needed reassurance.

"That was great, babe!" he complimented me. "You look so 
fuckin' sexy..."
My heart swooned a little once again, grateful for the 
compliment. I drank it up emotionally with almost as 
much vigor as I had received his ejaculation physically. 
I so wanted to please him. To be loved. Touched and 
cared for. I loved his attention, even if it was only 
due to me being on my knees before him with his come all 
over my face.

"Lie down now, baby," he grinned. "I've got a nice 
surprise for you."

This time it was me trembling like a nervous little doe. 
I wiped the come from my face with the robe once again 
and got up on the couch. He knelt in between my knees 
and pulled by pelvis to hang over the edge of the seat. 
I was about to be penetrated. To have a cock inside me 
for the first time. I was scared and excited. He stroked 
himself into full erection once again and I watched his 
cock as he positioned it at the entrance of my slippery 
little hole.

Then I watched his face as he awkwardly poked around, 
searching for my vagina. He wore a sloppy grin that had 
not the slightest evidence of love for me in it. For all 
he knew I was just a cunt he was about to fuck. For a 
moment I wanted to put a stop to it once and for all but 
I felt it was too late for that now. I felt trapped by 
the monster I had created.

Finally the head of his cock slipped in and he let out a 
gratified sigh. I felt it stretching me as he worked it 
in inch by inch, wetting the length of it a little at a 
time with my lubrication. The more it was wetted, the 
deeper it slid in on the next thrust, finally it came up 
against my cherry.

"Wait!" I stammered. "I just wanna-"

He thrust impatiently. OW!!!! Did it ever hurt! My legs 
flex against him, trying to bar any further motion.

"Wait!" I pleaded again. "I- wanted to tell you I love 
you."

"I love you too, Maria," he replied without even looking 
at me. He was distracted by the pleasure and 
frighteningly eager to just ram it into me. He moved it 
impatiently in and out, like a racer waiting for the 
green light. His eyes could not be torn away from the 
apex of penetration.

"You promise you'll love me forever?" I asked, trying to 
salvage some sentimentality from the moment.

"Of course I will," he said and pressed forward again.

"Ah- Ow!" I said. "Danny... Just go easy, ok?"

He nodded. But then thrust into me all at once, tearing 
violently through my cherry and burying himself in me to 
the very bottom. I hollered aloud and dug my nails into 
his arm. Clamping my legs against him in agonized 
resistance.

"Ah fuck, yeah!" he said. "So fuckin' tight! So nice!"

I closed my eyes, not wanting to continue this 
experience. I just wanted him to get off me and leave me 
alone.

He fucked me for quite a while, considering it was his 
first time. I suppose it was due to the blow job I had 
taken out of him already, and perhaps he had jerked off 
himself earlier that day. Either way, he lasted a good 
five minutes, thrusting lustfully in and out of my 
wounded little pussy and muttering on and on about how 
awesome it felt and stuff like that, trying his best to 
be a big sexy stud or something.

So there I was getting fucked by this rude and boorish 
dolt who I'd thought I loved before that. The physical 
sensations were not too bad I guess. It kinda started 
feeling nice after a while. Being filled up with a nice 
hard cock was a pleasurable as people said it would be, 
but somewhere inside I was not impressed at all. I'd 
wanted to loose my virginity to the sweet and innocent, 
eager young boy I'd led through this escalation of sex 
the past few months.

Instead there was this typical dumb jock on me, sawing 
in and out of me, thinking he was driving me wild with 
ecstasy but not even trying to please me for real. 
Though my body was entertained well enough, I was turned 
off in my mind, and I just laid there like a rag doll 
staring at the wall.

Finally he came. He jerked himself out of me and sprayed 
his load across my belly, some flew up as high as my 
tits and I was momentarily aroused by that once again, 
but then he blurted out, "Fuck yeah!" like a complete 
idiot and I he totally killed it for me. I smiled weakly 
and pushed him away.

"You're done now," I said. I got up and went to the 
washroom. I washed the remainder of the come off my face 
and neck and then wiped my pussy clean of the blood and 
semen that had spilled across it. I had a hard time to 
look at myself in the mirror. I felt awful inside. I 
wanted to cry.

"Oh well," I said stoically. "If that's all there is, 
that's all I get. That's all there is to it."

All in all it wasn't a very good experience for me. Not 
the way I'd wanted it to be, and I've spent the past 
eight months trying to recapture the moment I'd wanted 
to have as "my first time" with the guys I've fucked 
since then. It never measures up to the fantasies a girl 
hides in her heart though. And I fuckin' hate that!

Danny and I broke up a short while after that, within a 
few weeks. I just couldn't stand him anymore. His lewd 
comments, his rude and insensitive behavior. I missed 
the guy he once was, but I had awakened something else 
in him, some sort of ugly confidence that saw me only as 
a piece of meat to be used and ejaculated all over with 
that stupid grin of his. He let me go quite easily and 
was soon seeing some other girl. But ever since then 
have I've had nothing but problems.

I keep trying to find the guy he once was, to finish 
what we'd started the way I'd wanted it to end. I go 
after shy guys, innocent and naive guys, virgins, but 
they usually end up pretty boring, or not really so shy 
as they let on. I've taken several guys virginities 
since then, five or six maybe, but then it usually ends. 
They excitement dies immediately. The romance ends. It 
becomes a routine and I am soon taken for granted. I 
hate that more than anything.

It's tough being a girl, but one day I hope to find my 
Mister Right. Sorry if this wasn't the sexiest story 
you've ever read. I just don't feel very sexy much 
anymore. Could you do a better job than these guys did? 
Can anyone? I'm lonely and feeling used. I hope the next 
guy turns out better.

END

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