I guess I've always been sexually aware. From my earliest childhood the need to touch and be touched has always been paramount and I learned at a very early age how to touch that sacred little orifice between my legs and give myself the ultimate pleasure. At the age of seven I was regularly giving myself multiple orgasms at night in bed not knowing that the best was yet to come.
I matured at a very young age. Frankly, at thirteen I had the breasts and curvaceous body of an eighteen year old and my 38DD breasts ensured I was never short of attention from the boys at school. I loved it when they tried to touch me up, especially when some guy got me from behind and his hands 'accidently' found their way across my tits. I'd scream but the scream was really saying: 'more....yes please more!'.
By the time I was sixteen I became very infatuated with a boy called George....Juddy, they called him for short. He didn't need much coaxing when I asked him round to my parents house whilst they were both out and although we had nothing much in common he was quite happy to sit with me on my bed talking all sorts of trash. I knew we couldn't have full sex - though I felt I'd like to, but I wasn't on the pill......how can a fifteen year old daughter of two parents who are both Doctors, living in a typical English village, where everyone knows who you are, get the pill ? - even in this day and age.
His first visit came to nothing - not even a kiss. The second time I brazenly asked if I could see his cock - on the promise of showing him my fanny. Within seconds his jeans and underpants were off and he was stroking this rather good looking, flaccid, milk-white dick which was rapidly stiffening and expanding. I quickly dropped my knickers and started fingering myself as his eyes, almost bursting out of his head concentrated on my finger, now inside the flaps of my cunt. He turned towards me to get a more close up look and now, with our legs astride each other we continued our self stimulation. It was lovely when a few seconds later a full spurt of milky white fluid jetted from out of his slit. Its suddenness and ferocity made me jump and when it splashed down on my thigh I felt butterflies in my belly demanding sexual satisfaction. Then his flood followed and spurt after spurt jumped wildly up from his dick splashing thickly all over me and the bed whilst the erotic sight of hot spunk everywhere made me climax immediately. He was surprised to see a gush of fluid from my open vaginal lips as I climaxed again and again then a final third time and by now he was once again ready. I smiled as his hand once again jerked at his organ and watched as the need for climax built up within him. Then his erect volcano erupted, this time not so forcefully and the creamy white lava trickled down his shaft and over his fingers.
The ice now broken there was no stopping us - but we never once had full sex. It was lovely when he sucked my clitty and licked me out with his tongue and I learned a new dimension in orgasms. Sometimes when we were alone for long enough he'd make me orgasm as much as fifteen times in a day just using his tongue which he learned to do with amazing professionalism and in return I'd suck his cock. It was lovely when I'd got his dick - almost all of it - in my mouth. Id suck, lick his purple ring and watch for his response. I loved to cradle his balls, feeling how full they were and how they would soon be emptied, then, almost whenever I wanted I'd just squeeze them gently and he'd spunk his load. The first spurt would go 'splat' right at the back of my throat and the flood would gush all over my tongue. I loved its deep sea salty taste and always showed him what he'd done all over my tongue before relishing its taste and finally swallowing the lot.
And so it went on. We celebrated my seventeenth birthday with him gobbling up my orgasmic juices and me swallowing his spunk as usual, but that summer he had to go away to stay with his Grand parents in a different town.
It was boring that year being on school holiday and no cock to suck. It was by sheer accident, one evening in a local park when I met Blake.
Four years my senior, aged twenty one and seemingly so worldly he drove a Jaguar XK8, played football and was heir to his family business - and he had his own apartment. Sumptuous was the only way I could describe his pad - I didn't need much seducing having gone three days without being licked out and when he kissed me my soul caught fire. At once my skirt and knickers were removed by expert hands:
"I'm a virgin, Blake...and I'm not on the pill...have you got something to use?" In my heart of hearts I'd never wanted to lose my cherry to a condom, and as I said it I knew I didn't mean it. Would it be alright this once without....my thoughts, intoxicated more and more as his lips chose a breast and sucked gently but firmly till I was out of my mind and now deft fingers explored my pussy hole sought out and found at once my clitoris and I orgasmed almost screaming out my satisfaction. At once his body was over mine my previous orgasm wafting itself away as I felt his penis nosing and probing my wide open slit. Nothing could stop it now and I willingly resigned myself to whatever this new venture would bring. His penis entered me gently, then a stab of pain as his thick member sent to oblivion my maidenhead. I knew in that one moment my chastity, my bubble on the surface of life had gone forever. He'd taken my cherry and made me a complete woman and now my vaginal walls were stretching and fighting to accommodate his invading weapon. It felt like he was filling my whole belly. His erect hot cock dived further and further and subjected my internal walls to hitherto unknown savagery.... but then, at once, sheer ecstasy took over as his cock rasped up and down my birth canal and my orgasms rattled through my soul one after the other.
"Orrhhh...God that's good...god thats good....god that's good !! Fuck me ...fuck as deep as you can...God I want your dick...MMM fuck fuck fuck !!! I couldn't stop screaming out obscenities through jagged breaths and as my fifth orgasm took hold I bit deep into his neck , curled my legs round his torso and sunk my fingernails deep into the flesh of his back. Then at once I felt him stiffen. He grunted like an animal several times and I felt his seed like a hot fountain splash deep in my belly.
