“Hello there. Is this your first time at St. Mary’s?”
James turned to face the person talking to him and saw an attractive girl with curly blonde hair. She looked about seventeen, the same age as he was, and was holding a mug of tea.
“No,” he replied, “I’ve been in the choir for about a year, now. What about you?”
“Oh, I’ve been coming here for years,” she said, “I live in the block of apartments next door. My name’s Sharon, by the way.” She put out her hand.
“Mine’s James,” he said, shaking her hand.
“You must look different when you’re all dressed up in the choir,” she said.
“I suppose so,” James replied.
“What school are you at?” Sharon asked.
“I’ve just started University,” James replied, “what about you?”
“Oh, I’m at Parktown girls,” she said, “final year now.”
James didn’t know what to say next. Despite being a very intelligent, good-looking, and well-developed young man, he was shy with the opposite sex. He’d been raised in an old-style manner, attending boys-only private schools with his high-school years being at boarding school, and his social experience with girls was limited to his immediate family.
James’s mother, Jenny, doted on him although she didn’t spoil him. He was her firstborn and had a special place in her life. His father, Dave, was a successful businessman but was quite a remote character. He drank rather too much and was prone to having affairs. James did not have a good relationship with him. He had a much better relationship with his “uncle”, Alan.
Alan wasn’t really an “uncle”, but an old friend of the family. He visited often and was close to James and his two sisters, who were four or five years younger than he was. He was a fun character who had done a lot of things in his life, many of which were seen as “naughty”. He lived with his partner, Sarah, but seemed to have an endless stream of girlfriends.
James’s two younger sisters adored him and looked up to him. He was careful to set a good example for them, conscious of his position in their lives. Like him, they both had red hair, which got them teased quite a bit.
Like most boys of his generation, he’d learned about sex from fooling around with his friends. He’d discovered early on that he was blessed with much larger genitals than average, which made his friends envious of him, but also respectful. He was clearly dominant.
James had entered university very early on, having just turned sixteen. That was a product of starting school young and being clever. It was the first time he’d really mixed with the opposite sex and he found it difficult, although he desperately wanted to gain experience with girls.
He had a very strong sex drive and masturbated more than once a day. He’d had a few experiences with other boys during his school years, where he’d always been dominant. He’d learned that his size gave him the power to control them, and he used it, but he was never attracted to boys, instead, he dreamed of girls with large breasts. The problem was that he didn’t know how to approach them.
Sharon was the complete opposite. She’d been to normal state schools and her experience with the opposite sex was quite extensive. Unlike James, she was certainly no virgin. She also knew how to get boys interested and then how to keep them interested.
Sharon recognised James’s lack of experience and instinctively knew that she’d have to be the leader, but not too forward. She’d seen him in the choir and been attracted by his good looks, which is why she had approached him. She also liked his red hair and wondered whether its colour extended to other parts of his body.
“Do you live close by?” she asked.
“Not too far,” he replied, “I’m living in a room in a house in Parktown. Perhaps it’s close to your school.”
“Oh,” she said, “you live on your own. What do you do for meals?”
“Well,” he replied, “it’s part of a boarding house, so I go to the main building for meals.”
“Would you like to come upstairs to my place for lunch?” she asked. “My mother always cooks far too much.”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that,” he replied, “your mother wouldn’t like me arriving unannounced.”
“Of course, you can,” she said, “and she wouldn’t mind at all. Put down your mug and I’ll take you to meet her.”
She took hold of his hand and led him to the table to put down their mugs, then walked him to the adjacent building. They went upstairs in the elevator, arriving on the fifth floor and going into an apartment.
“Hello mum,” she shouted as they went inside, “we’ve got an extra person for lunch.”
Her mother came to the entrance. She was a shortish middle-aged woman with a kindly face.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she said, “I’m Mrs Price.”
“Pleased to meet you, Mrs Price,” James replied, “I’m James Wood.”
“He’s in the choir, mum,” Sharon said.
“Well, sit down, you two, lunch will be another half an hour or so and I need to look after it in the kitchen.”
Sharon took James through to the living room and told him to sit on the couch. She asked if he’d like a coke and poured two glasses when he said he would, before returning to the couch and sitting next to him.
They started talking to each other, finding out what they liked, what they didn’t like, what was being studied, and so forth. After a while, James started to feel more relaxed and not so apprehensive.
Sharon was a demonstrative person, using her hands as she spoke. She touched James several times during their conversation, on his shoulders, his arms, and his thigh. She ruffled his hair and told him how nice it looked.
So it didn’t trouble him when she took his hand and held it, then stroked his fingers.
“You have lovely hands,” she said, “they’re big and strong but with long sensitive fingers.”
James felt his cock jerk. He looked at her and, for the first time, started to see her sexually. He saw her sensual mouth with full lips, just asking to be kissed. Her curly blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face. Her big, green eyes, pupils dilated.
He allowed his gaze to drift down and saw that she had a large bust pushing out her sweater above a narrow waist that then flared out into large hips. His cock jerked again and he felt colour rising into his cheeks.
Sharon saw his reactions and where he was looking. She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it, then jumped up from the couch.
“Wait here,” she said, “I’m just going to see if mum needs help.”
She walked off to the kitchen, her hips swaying. His eyes followed her, noticing her butt which was quite large, and how sexy her body looked.
He shuffled on the couch, reaching into his trousers and rearranging his cock to make himself more comfortable. He was surprised to find that his jockeys were quite wet and slippery.
Sharon glanced back at him from the door and smiled as she saw what he was doing. She decided that this was enough for the time bring. Perhaps she’d allow him to kiss her after lunch, but that would be all. She realised that he needed time and, besides, she wanted to keep him waiting. That would increase his desire.
She returned a few minutes later and extended her hand to help James up.
“Let’s go and sit at the table in the kitchen,” she said.
They went through and sat at the table while her mother served up a delicious stew. They talked about all sorts of things as they ate. Her mother had a good sense of humour and was good fun. After lunch, they went back to the living room for coffee.
Once they’d finished coffee, her mother said she was going out for a few hours, and how nice it had been to meet James. He stood up and thanked her for lunch, after which she left.
The two of them sat down again on the couch, but this time much closer. Sharon took his right hand in hers and pressed it against her right breast while gazing into his eyes, then leaned forward and kissed him, her mouth slightly open and her tongue probing between his lips.
He sucked at her mouth, drawing her tongue into his while his hand fondled her breast. She licked around inside, her tongue reaching up behind his teeth, her hands now holding his face.
“Mmmmm,” she murmured, her fingers curling behind his neck and stroking.
James could hardly believe what was happening. His heart was racing and his cock had grown substantially. It was now uncomfortably trapped in his jockeys and was dribbling precum. He shifted his hips, trying to make himself more comfortable.
Sharon kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing together. His fondling of her breast together with their kiss was beginning to have an effect. She could feel her nipples harden and become erect, and her groin felt warm.
She moved her hands to his shoulders, feeling his muscles move as they writhed against each other. Then she broke their kiss.
“You’re a wonderful kisser,” she said, her eyes dreamy.
“So are you,” he replied and locked his mouth onto hers again.
They carried on kissing and feeling until she broke their kiss again.
“Help me take off my sweater,” she said, lifting her arms. He grasped the bottom and pulled it up over her head as she wriggled out of it. He gasped as he realised she had nothing on underneath except her bra.
“Oh my god, you’re beautiful,” he said, reaching up and tracing his fingers over her breasts.”
“You like them?” She asked.
“God, yes,” he replied.
She knew that the boys liked them. She had big breasts, 38DD, with big areolas and huge nipples, and they were very sensitive.
“You can take off my bra if you want,” she said.
He didn’t hesitate. He leaned behind her and unclasped her bra. She shrugged it off her shoulders and dropped it on the couch, then thrust her bust forward.
He took a breast in each hand and fondled them, feeling her nipples harden in the palms of his hands. Then he let go and traced his fingers over her nipples.
Sharon put her head back and sighed. She was enjoying this and could feel her vagina starting to get warm. Things were moving much faster than she had planned.
She glanced at his lap and saw that his trousers were bulging out. She stretched out a hand and traced her fingers over it, drawing in her breath sharply when she felt how hard it was. She felt a bit more and realised that this boy was a lot bigger than those she had been with before.
Her pulse quickened and she held her breath. She decided that she had to see what he had and that she wasn’t going to wait.
She felt for his zip and pulled it down, then put her hand inside and felt him through his jockeys. James could hardly believe what was happening. He leaned forward and licked her right breast then sucked it into her mouth.
“Aaaah,” she sighed, grasping his cock through his jockeys, “oh my, that feels big.”
She moved her hand and tugged at his jockeys, pulling them out so that she could put her hand inside and feel his cock and balls.
“Jesus,” she exclaimed, “you’re huge. I’ve got to see.”
She pushed him off her breast.
“Stand up and take off your trousers and pants,” she said.
He stood up and dropped his trousers, then tugged down his jockeys. His cock stuck out in front of him, hard and throbbing and dripping precum. He had large, low-hanging testicles, their oval shape encased in a wrinkled, hairy sac. All of this in a large, unruly forest of red pubic hair with a line of fine hairs leading up to his navel.
Sharon looked at it in awe. It must have been eight inches long, but what really amazed her was how thick it was. She circled it with her fingers but they didn’t meet. His shaft was covered with blood vessels, some dark blue and some quite red. There was a large blue vein running down the top of his shaft which stood out prominently.
All thoughts of slowly seducing him flew out of her head. She wanted this boy inside her. She wanted to feel him stretching her vagina to its limit. She wanted to feel his muscular body close against her skin as he pounded in and out of her. She wanted to feel his huge cock throbbing inside her tunnel as it spurted semen into her.
“My god,” she exclaimed, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a beautiful penis.”
Sharon had seen a lot of penises belonging to men of all ages, but this one outclassed them all by a large margin. She’d lost her virginity long ago to one of her mother’s boyfriends who had called round when her mother was out. He’d become a regular lover for some months and taught Sharon how to enjoy herself.
After that, she’d experimented with the boys in her social set as well as some older men who had been introduced to her. She enjoyed sex very much and participated in it enthusiastically, if not selectively. As a result, she had seen a good variety of penises of all shapes, sizes, and ages, and this one was undoubtedly the largest. It was also the most beautiful, like a marble sculpture.
“Thank you,” he gasped, his ego swelling.
She grasped him in her hand and stroked his shaft, moving his skin up and down. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin slid back and forth across what looked like an enormous head, precum dripping from the tip.
After a few strokes, she moved her hand down hard, pulling the skin back to expose his mushroom-shaped head. It was a dark pink colour with shiny skin. He had a large slit at the end from which his precum was flowing. The head itself was a lot larger than his shaft and shaped like an arrow tip.
She leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue over his glans, then probed his slit. His cock jerked and a flow of precum emerged. She swirled her tongue around his head and then licked his frenulum, making him groan with pleasure.
“Aaaah, shit,” he groaned, and thrust his hips forward, forcing the head into her mouth.
She continued licking his head but moved her hand forward so that his foreskin rolled back over her tongue. She swirled her tongue around again, it this time it was between his foreskin and his glans.
He was bucking his hips now, making fucking movements, when she started fingering his balls with her other hand, rolling them around in his sac, then squeezing them gently.
“Oh god,” he gasped, “you’re going to make me cum.”
Sharon sucked more of his cock into her mouth, her tongue all over it as she stroked his shaft. She knew he would cum quickly, but that he would be ready again after a short while. Making him cum in her mouth would mean that he would last much longer when he fucked her, and give her more time for her own pleasure.
He was holding the back of her head now, forcing himself deeper into her mouth and fucking it like a cunt. His precum was streaming into her mouth, making her swallow all the time. Saliva was dripping off her lips and onto the floor when suddenly he gave an extra hard push and held still.
She felt his urethra expand and push down on her tongue as a huge stream of semen surged up his shaft and splattered against the back of her throat, making her gag.
She spluttered and gulped, trying to swallow the thick creamy fluid as it shot into her, but she couldn’t swallow it all so it oozed out with her saliva.
His cock twitched and then hardened and expanded again as he shot another huge stream inside her mouth. She snorted and it started to come out of her nose, thick globs hanging out of her nostrils.
He ejaculated again, and this time she just opened her mouth and let it flow out onto her breasts. He followed this with two more spurts, after which his cock stopped twitching but remained hard.
She looked up at him, semen trailing from her nostrils, dribbling from her lips, and all over her breasts.
“Wow!” she exclaimed, “that was something.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I couldn’t hold off.”
“I didn’t want you to,” she replied, “I wanted you to cum so that you’ll last longer when you fuck me.”
She got up off the couch and collected their clothes before taking his hand and leading him through to her bedroom. There she took off his shirt and rubbed his chest. He had a soft red fuzz on him which would grow into a hairy mass in a few years.
He loosened her skirt and helped her step out of it, then tugged down her panties to reveal her black bush. She held his hand against her slit and he could feel how moist and slimy it was.
They both lay down on the bed, she on her back and he on his side. He traced his fingers up and down her body then all around her breasts while she played with his cock.
“Let me show you what to do,” she said, holding the finger of his right hand and guiding it to her slit. She rubbed it up and down between her labia, parting them, then upwards to run over the top of her clitoris.
“That’s my clitoris,” she said, “it’s like a miniature penis. What you can feel is the shaft. When I get more excited, it grows and the tip emerges from the folds of skin. It’s very sensitive, so you need to be careful with it.”
She let his finger go so that he could try out what she had said. It seemed to be alright because she started moaning and she squeezed his cock with her hand.
“Oh god, you’re good at this,” she breathed. “Now try doing it with your tongue.”
James didn’t say that he already knew what to do. He and his friends had often got together to watch porn videos, so they’d been pretty well educated. But actually putting into practice what he’d seen was extremely exciting and made him feel good.
He got onto his knees and moved between her legs, then bent down and started licking her. She tasted and smelled musky. He licked up her slit between her labia, then sucked them between his lips, running his tongue over them.
She pressed his head into her and moved her hips in circles. Her fluids were now flowing and he lapped at them, then stuck his tongue into the entrance to her vagina.
“Ah, fuck,” she cried, “oh that’s so fucking good.”
He tried to get his tongue deeper, but couldn’t, then pulled back and moved his mouth over her clit, sucking it between his lips. He sucked and released several times, coaxing the tip of her clit out of its hood, then ran his tongue over it.
“Oh god. Oh, James. Oh no.”
He carried on sucking and licking while Sharon cried out in joy, before sinking down onto the bed and breathing heavily. He lifted his head from her cunt and looked at her.
“Was that alright?” he asked.
“Oh James, that was lovely,” she answered, “you’re a natural. Now put that gorgeous cock inside me and fuck me.”
James crawled up her body until he was lying on top of her, squashing her breasts. She reached down and took hold of his cock, positioning it at the entrance to her vagina and then stretching back his skin so that his glans pressed against her hole.
James was incredibly excited but also very nervous. He could feel his pulse racing and almost hear the beat of his heart as it thumped in his chest.
“Gosh, your heart’s racing,” Sharon said.
“It always does,” he replied, not wanting to admit that this was his first time.
“Oh, alright,” she said, “now push hard. Don’t worry about hurting me because you won’t. But it will feel tight at the entrance. You have to force your way in.”
He pushed while she held his shaft and helped. He could feel the opening but it wouldn’t yield. He pushed harder and she flicked his cock up and down, smearing his precum around.
After a short while, he felt her opening relax a little and his glans slipped partway in. He gasped as he felt her moist skin enfold his glans, clasping and warming it, then gave a hard push, and suddenly his glans slid past the muscle guarding her vagina and slipped inside, forcing open the walls of her vagina.
“Oooof,” she exclaimed, then “aaaah. It’s in now.”
He carried on pushing, feeling her labia hold his shaft. His foreskin rolled right back allowing her vaginal walls to caress his glans and rub against his corona. He couldn’t believe how heavenly it felt. At last, he was inside a girl’s vagina, and it felt like the most fantastic thing in the world.
Her cunt felt warm and moist. Her vaginal walls felt like textured velvet. Her cunt wrapped itself around his cock like a fitted glove as he pushed ever deeper inside her until his cock hit the end of her vagina. At least two inches of his shaft was still outside.
Sharon wrapped her legs around his, hooking her feet around his calves.
“Now fuck me, you gorgeous hunk,” she growled, “fuck me until I can’t move anymore.”
James started thrusting in her, short strokes while he was deep inside. He could feel his corona scraping her vaginal walls as he thrust, then his foreskin rolling back over his glans on the outstroke. Soon he had a good rhythm going and he felt his cock going in deeper as her vagina adjusted to his size.
Sharon was fucking him back enthusiastically. She held him by his shoulders and looked into his eyes, her mouth open as she breathed noisily through it. She was making mewling noises and grunting.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” with each stroke.
James lifted himself onto his hands and looked down at her as he fucked her relentlessly. Her large breasts were bouncing around and her body was writhing. She gripped his shoulders tightly, then dug her fingers into them.
“Oh Jesus,” she cried, “oh, god, I’m dying.”
She scraped her hands across James’s back then grabbed his butt, pulling him into her and then pushing him away until suddenly she gave a huge cry and started hitting the bed with her fists.
She unhooked her legs and kicked them straight out in jerking movements as her eyes rolled up and her face contorted.
James fucked her like a rag doll, her butt bouncing around on the bed, her breasts banging together. Sharon seemed to be in another world. She moaned, she cried, and she squealed. She scratched his back, his butt, and his arms. She thrashed around on the bed. She was in a constant state of orgasm.
James continued fucking her through all of this without changing his rhythm. His nerve-endings were screaming with pleasure and his whole body was tingling. He looked at this girl beneath him, thrashing around on the bed, and felt a sense of overwhelming power.
Then slowly he felt a tension spread through his body. His muscles contracted and he held his breath while he fucked her with increased vigour until suddenly, with a shout, he thrust forward and shot a huge wad of semen inside her vagina. It cannoned off her walls and washed around his cock, making everything slippery and wet.
He ejaculated a second time, squirting another long rope of semen into her inner recesses, then a third, much weaker one, followed by a fourth. After that he sank back down onto her, panting, his heart still thumping in his chest.
Sharon put her arms around him and kissed him. She had never orgasmed like this before, not even with her experienced and accomplished first lover. This teenage boy was incredible. Though he’d tried to pretend otherwise, she knew this was his first time. That made it even more remarkable.
James felt on top of the world. He’d lost his virginity and was now a man. He’d also discovered the power that he had, and that made him feel really good.
They lay together for a while until he felt his cock start to shrink. Eventually, it slipped out. He rolled off her and lay on his back, his sticky cock resting on his stomach.
Sharon sat up and looked down at him, then stroked his cock with her fingers, feeling it twitch in response.
“We should get up,” she said, “my mum will be back soon.”
They got off the bed and got dressed.
“Oh shit,” Sharon said, “look at the mess on the bed. We better try and clean it up.”
She disappeared then returned with a damp cloth and rubbed over all the semen stains. James opened the window to air the room, then they went into the kitchen and made some coffee.
“Shall we do this again sometime?” she asked.
“Oh god, yes,” he replied.
“OK,” she said, “let’s talk this evening and see what we can arrange.”
They finished their coffee, after which James said he had to go. She saw him to the front door and, after a long, lingering kiss, he left.
Sharon closed the door and went back into the living room, reliving the afternoon in her mind. She had thought that James was an attractive and sexy young man, and had wanted to bed him, but this experience had blown her mind. She was certainly going to make sure that it happened again.
James, meanwhile, was on the bus going home. He felt elated with what had happened and couldn’t wait to do it again. But there was also something else. He had realised that he had the power to control another person’s responses and actions, and that made him feel incredibly strong. He would exploit that to the full in the coming years...
