Our daughter, Allie, turned 16 way too soon for our liking. I knew she wasn't sexually active; frustrated, boyfriends came and went. We were open about everything, and she had promised to tell me when that changed, so I was sure. But I convinced her to get an implant "just in case" and for "when it happens." Seventeen came and went, still a virgin. She turned 18 in spring of her senior year. I was afraid a drunken prom date would settle that question in a way that was no fun for her. I couldn't protect her from her prom date except by, as always, giving her the right to say no. But I hoped there was some way to make sure her first time was something special.

My sister Helen and I got to talking. Our first experiences were both horrible. Painful, no fun at all, not even ready for our inconsiderate dates. "I wish Allie's first time could be nothing short of wonderful," I said.

"Think how Luther is so good to both of us," she commented. "She should find a boy that can be like that."

"Ha! I bet he'd jump at the chance," I joked. It went from a joke to a plan.

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I was pretty sure something was going on with Mommy. She seemed to visit Aunt Helen more often than before, at least when Daddy was away on business. And she would come home in a really good mood. The truth came out in a very strange way.

"You know, the first time I had sex was pretty awful. I was about your age. I'd been letting the boy take my panties off and play with me. It was in my bedroom. Grandma and Granddad were out. This time, he took his penis out and asked me to let him go all the way. I let him, but he just shoved it into my vagina. 'Slow down,' I said, 'It hurts.' 'You'll get used to it,' he said. 'He kept going until he finished inside me and asked wasn't it great. I was crying. He didn't even kiss me. He just went home. Thank goodness my period came the next week.' "

"Wow, Mom. That was awful."

"Well, Aunt Helen and I were hoping your first time would be something fantastic, not something awful."

"OK?" I asked. Like how?

"Aunt Helen has a boyfriend. ... Luther."

"OK?"

"I hope you won't be too upset when I tell you this. I've been seeing him, too. ... Together. ... With her. ... You know, ... for sex," she managed to get out.

I stared at her, eyes agape, while I tried to process this.

"What about Daddy?"

"He doesn't know. I hope you won't tell him. Sex hasn't been so fun with him the last few years."

I just stared at her.

"Thing is, sex with him is wonderful. So great."

"Yeah, but..."

"Auntie and I both wish your first time could be great like that."

"Yeah?"

"With someone who knows how to treat a woman."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Wait! You're not thinking I should let this Luther guy fuck me, are you?"

"You might like..." she started to say, but I cut her off.

"No way. Are you crazy? The guy you cheat with?" I bellowed and ran crying up to my room and locked the door.

For the next few days, things were chilly between her and me. She kept trying to apologize. I wouldn't let her.

But I was interested in sex, after all. Just there weren't any boys I liked enough. The idea of Luther, whoever he was, started to grow on me. I told Mommy, "Maybe we could see," which really meant "Yes." She arranged for both of us to visit Aunt Helen's place for a weekend.

We rang the bell at Auntie's. She let us in. There was a guy sitting on the sofa in her living room. Evidently Luther. She introduced us. It was incredibly uncomfortable. I looked nervously up at Mommy. For my entire life, except in the most private settings, things about sex usually went unspoken. But everybody there knew what was supposed to happen.

Luther was indeed gorgeous, as promised. Muscular. Just the right tattoos. I was trembling, though. I wasn't even getting wet; I was so nervous. He seemed nervous, too. We shook hands.

Mommy said, "It might be easier for you two to get to know each other if Aunt Helen and I left you alone. We've got a room at Best Western and you have our phone numbers." And that was it; they left.

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Here I was, alone with this beautiful young woman. But she was so nervous. Frankly, so was I, mainly because I saw how she was reacting. What was I supposed to do?

"Maybe we should loll around a bit to get to know each other. Helen left us some sort of casserole," I suggested. We ate quietly but eventually talked about her school and activities. I told her all about my job - more than she could possibly want to know. "Why don't we take care of the dishes?"

I made a point of taking charge of the dishes. She would bring them over and I would rinse them and put them in the dishwasher. I think she was beginning to worry I didn't like her. "Can I ask you something?" she said.

"OK"

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

"You're incredibly beautiful. The boys must be all over you."

"I'm pretty shy."

When the dishwasher was loaded and running, I suggested, "Why don't we go sit on the sofa?" I sat down first. "You could sit on my lap, you know."

She sat across my legs. I stroked her eyebrows. "You have a beautiful face," I told her and ran my finger around her ear. "I love your blonde hair, so nice and long."

When I stroked her neck, she purred. "And lips every boy must want to kiss." She leaned closer and I gave her a peck. "A deep loving kiss," I added. We kissed properly for several minutes. Following my lead, she began to use her tongue.

When we paused, I leaned back enough to admire her 18-year-old figure. She was wearing a lacy white blouse and a short blue skirt. I could see that her bra barely kept things under control. Her mother must have picked that out. Her nipples, which seemed to be erect, poked out the fabric of her blouse. I couldn't yet tell if her leg coverings were stockings with garters or pantyhose. "You have a delicious figure," I told her. Holding my hand a couple inches away from her breast, I asked, "OK if I touch you here?" She exhaled abruptly and nodded.

Rubbing both tips with my palms led to deep breaths on her part. I wrapped them both with my hands and kissed her neck. Her breathing came faster. I started to unbutton her blouse revealing a lacy blue bra that came up halfway, barely covering her nipples. Everything I was seeing was so luscious.

I reached around behind her. She closed her eyes. As I unclipped it, I checked the size label, 32B. Smallish but so perfect as the bra eased off. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. You're a beautiful woman. Your body is perfect."

"I've never let a boy look at them."

Now that they were bare, I softly caressed them again. The skin was warm, the pink nipples hard. When I squeezed them, her hips rocked up. This girl was ready.

"Can I kiss them?" She nodded, and I did. But I didn't just kiss them. I teased them with my tongue, one at a time. Then I wrapped my lips around one of them and sucked. She grabbed my sides and sighed.

"That feels good," she said. "I like that."

I took that as the right time to put my hand on her knee. Her knees came apart, but then, she squeezed her feet and knees back together. I took my mouth off her breast and gazed at her shoes. She was wearing blue heels. I took them off, one by one, and squeezed her toes. She seemed to be relaxing. I slid my hand up the silky stockings, reaching the hem of her skirt. As I pulled on the hem. I saw her stockings weren't pantyhose, but there weren't any garters. Maybe they stayed up on their own. Eventually, matching blue panties, slightly more than a thong, came into view.

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My shyness and my desire were fighting with each other. I knew I had to let him pull up my skirt and see my panties. And I knew that wasn't going to be all. But still, I was embarrassed. I always stopped boys when they tried to get under there. I squeezed my legs together.

Then he took off my shoes and slid his fingers up my stockings. Past the band that held them up. He touched my bare skin inside my legs. My whole body tingled. My legs flew apart; I couldn't stop them. I reached down to see if my panties were wet. Oh god they were. His hand rubbed between my pussy and my legs. I felt like I was out of breath, panting out of control. His hand went over my belly, rubbing my pubic bone. Things were happening inside. Something was swelling. And when he laid his palm between my legs, I groaned. He was rubbing me there. It felt so good. He didn't seem to care that my panties were wet. And then his hand went through the leg opening. He was touching my pussy. Rubbing. Sending me skyward. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

"You shaved yourself," he said. Now I was really embarrassed.

"Mommy told me to," I croaked.

"We need to take your panties off," he said. "I want to see everything."

I let him. The air on my wetness seemed cold. "So beautiful. And you left some in front," he added.

I started to pull my skirt back down, but his hand brushed across my bare lips. They were so sensitive. He pressed a finger between them. Sliding up and down in the wetness. So good.

He found a place near the front that was very sensitive. "That must be my clit," I thought. The more he rubbed it the more my body reacted. My belly muscles rippled. He kept his thumb there as fingers rubbed around the entry to my vagina. I couldn't help but scream. My hips rocked up. My knees got even further apart. Was this an orgasm? Was he going to fuck me now? It went on forever.

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I waited for her to relax. "Did you like that orgasm?" he asked. "Your first?" she nodded. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

"It was amazing. I never felt anything like that before," she extoled. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

"Sex isn't only about fucking, you know. Sometimes it's fun to play other ways first," I replied. I kissed her for a few minutes. "Besides, my pants are still zipped up." I put her hand on my bulge. "See how much I want you?"

Somehow, it took both hands for her to unzip me. "It's so big," she finally said.

"I know. We'll go slow. You can reach inside and rub it for me."

She wasn't that good at it, but I showed her a nice reaction while I undid my belt.

"Open my pants all the way and pull my jockeys down."

Awed, she exclaimed, "Oh my god," she exclaimed when I was exposed.

I helped her start rubbing again. Now my hips were rocking. But before it went too far, I stopped her and said, "Don't you think we should take our clothes off?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess, OK." I helped her pull her blouse off her arms. She unzipped her skirt and I pulled it off. She was incredibly beautiful. I pulled away the hand that was covering her privates.

"You are so beautiful. Such a perfect body. Wonderful. Wonderful. But leave your stockings on. They're so nice. You look so lustful this way."

She was getting into it. She tore my shoes off, my pants and my jockeys. "Ha, ha, don't forget my shirt." And when that was done, "Why don't we go into the guest room?" I helped her stand up off the sofa and led her there.

I couldn't stop staring at the visage in front of me as she stood next to me. I laid her on her back on the bed. So glorious. Sure her sex was there - at first she had her legs closed - but I studied her whole body, starting with her blond hair spread recklessly across the pillow. She was smiling, beckoning. Her lovely tits, so firm, such perfect globes. Her round pelvis. Her long legs that went on forever; and those stockings, they made her so inviting. I grinned when she brought her knees up just a little and parted her thighs. Such an invitation.

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I was embarrassed and yet excited to be standing next to the bed naked as he pulled down the covers. He was naked, too. His thing was sticking straight out. He put my hand on it. I was so wet down below.

"Don't let it flop around too much," he giggled. I rubbed it some more. "Mmm," he said, followed by, "Why don't you lie down?" I laid down on my side with my knees up. He gently pushed me over onto my back. He stood there gaping at me. "Oh god. Oh god. So beautiful," he exclaimed. I realized I was hiding my sex as I laid there. I lifted my knees and opened them.

Was I supposed to rub his thing some more? He answered that by climbing into the bed next to me. I was rubbing him. He was rubbing my pussy. Then there was a finger inside me, his thumb on my clit place. In out in out in out in out. I was having another orgasm. His breathing also got faster, irregular, with moans. "Don't stop. Don't stop. ... Oh yes. Oh yes. ...You should … Uh … Watch my cock." White stuff squirted out, again and again, landing on my belly and my tits. So amazing.

"Next time, inside you," he finally commented. Then he used the top sheet to wipe off the mess and climbed on top of me. He started kissing his way from my lips, to my tits, to my belly, to my legs, and oh my god, he started kissing my pussy, sucking the lips in, licking to each side, and then his tongue in between. My clit thing got on fire before, but this was even stronger. His tongue went inside me. Another orgasm. He climbed back up so he could kiss me. My body was still shaking.

His penis was smashed against my leg. He was sliding it up and down against my leg. Then he got completely between my legs. My legs flew apart. Was this it? Was this when it was going to happen? He used it to play with my pussy the way his fingers and tongue had done. But then it was there. At my opening. Yes, yes, I wanted it there. Pressure there. Was it too big? I felt my entry stretch - more than it wanted to. I felt my pussy wrap around the tip. So big. Little strokes not far in. Only to where there was pressure. I was still cumming. Oh god that felt good, but it was uncomfortable, and I guess I showed it. My belly pulled my hips up. But he never went all the way in.

When he stopped, he still hadn't ejaculated. "I didn't want to hurt you. We can try again in the morning. ... But ... Uh ... You know how I just licked you? Could you lick me there?"

His penis was so big and so long. As I bent over to lick it, the aroma of my own sex made it seem so inviting. I licked the side, and then closer to the tip where it was wet. Is this how I taste to him? My friend Jenny had told me she would put Roland's penis in her mouth and let him fuck her mouth. She said one time he started to cum before he took it out instead of hitting her face. It wasn't as disgusting as she thought it would be, and after that she let him cum in there if he wanted to. "Do you want me to put it in my mouth?" I asked Luther.

"What happened to my shy little Allie?" He asked.

"Jenny does that," I told him and took it between my lips. He rocked his hips, sending it in deeper. I kept my lips around it as he thrusted in and out. My sex taste on it filled my mouth and nostrils. He reached down and quickly plunged two fingers into my vagina. For several minutes, he was fucking my mouth and finger-fucking my pussy.

Then he grabbed his cock and pulled himself out. "I'm gonna cum," he warned. A couple jets hit my nose and eyes. Crazy me, I wanted it in my mouth and took it back in. The rest of his sex filled my mouth. It didn't taste bad at all.

When he was done, I swallowed it and wiped my face off with my fingers. I was going to swallow that, as well, but suddenly, I had crazy idea. I reached between my legs and pushed my loaded fingers into my vagina.

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She was obviously hurting. And not because I broke her hymen. She was not the first virgin I had taken, so I knew the score. Older now, I was also more considerate than I had been with the other girls. So, I pulled out. She seemed disappointed, but I promised to finish the job in the morning.

Of course, the other problem was, I hadn't cum. Should I go into the bathroom and finish myself off or squirt her belly? I wondered, would she play fair’s fair? I asked her to lick my dick, which was still agonizingly erect. Maybe that would make me cum. Amazingly, she licked it. And more.

When she asked if she could put it in her mouth, well, you don't need AI to answer that question. "What happened to the shy girl I met earlier?" I asked. Apparently her friends have told her they do that.

She seemed to enjoy letting me fuck her mouth. She even got into it herself, at least a little. But then I was gonna cum. I pulled out - one girl friend who sucked me too long and got a load in her mouth actually threw up - and started to ejaculate on her face. But here's the thing, Allie put my cock back in her mouth and took the rest of my load there. I was amazed. And delighted, of course.

Then she did a funny thing. She took some of my semen off her face and put it in her cunt.

"God, Allie. Have I awakened a sleeping tiger?"

"Does this mean I'm not a virgin anymore?" she asked me.

How do you answer a question like that? "Gee, Allie, I don't know." I pondered the details of all that had happened and what had not, "Maybe yes, maybe no. You had a cock in, at least a little."

"And I put semen in there."

"But not right out of my cock. I didn't even break your hymen."

"But still, I could get pregnant if I didn't have that implant thingy."

We both started laughing and cuddling. "Let's make sure there's no question tomorrow morning." We both fell asleep with no clothes on.

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I woke several times in the night. All I could do was think about what had happened. For the first time in my life, I masturbated. It helped me fall back asleep. And here I was sleeping next to a naked man who had almost taken my virginity - completely that is. As sunlight broke through the curtains, I noticed his breathing had changed. I decided to peek at his penis, which had relaxed completely last night. Unbelievably - I didn't know about morning woodies, then - it was hard! He was still asleep. I wondered if I should play with it. I propped myself on one elbow, took hold of it, and slid my hand up and down. Then he opened his eyes.

"Oh! … Oh my god! … Allie?" He looked down at my hand. As the situation fully dawned on him, he reached across and pulled my head closer. We started to kiss. His hand reached between my legs. I was so wet. His fingers went in and his thumb rubbed my clit. "You are a fucking tiger."

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I thought I was going to have a wet dream. That hadn't happened since I was a teenager. I awoke a little. There was a hand on my cock. I made sure I wasn't dreaming. It came to me. "Oh shit," I thought. Last night came back to me in pieces. I looked.

"Allie? Oh my god. Allie!" She smiled at me as she kept stroking my cock.

"You've already forgotten me?" she teased.

"Hell, no," and I reached between her legs. Everything was soaking wet. Inside, too.

"Yes, yes," she said. I knew it was time. My plans for another lengthy foreplay evaporated.

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"Oh yes, yes," I croaked. He hadn't asked a question, but he understood my "Yes." He rolled me onto my back and climbed over me, between my legs. His rock-hard penis was pressed against my belly as he squeezed my tits. He reached down and put it between my legs. He slid the tip up and down my crack. Then it was at my opening. "Yes, yes, yes," I begged. That stretching again. I pushed up against it. In some more. More stretching. Then pressure. My virginity trying to hold him back. I winced. It hurt. It hurt a lot. He pressed harder. Something tore. I screamed in pain.

"I'm so sorry," he said, but I pushed up against him. Deeper. Further in, it seemed like there was plenty of room. He was in me. A man was in me. All the way. Pressure deep inside, almost under my belly button. He paused, probably to let me recover, though I didn't understand that at the time.

"Are you done?" I asked.

"No. Not yet," he answered. Then he started sliding his penis in and out. That didn't hurt as much. It felt good. Real good. I bit into his shoulder.

"Oh god. Oh god," I exclaimed. "You're fucking me. You're totally fucking me. Oh, oh, oh," I groaned.

Then a hoarse sound came out of his throat. I felt something different inside. It must be his cum. Yes, he was cumming. Deep inside me. More and more. And then it was over.

I looked down at his cock. There were red streaks on the wet shaft. There was warmth easing down my sex. I rolled to one side to see the sheet. A red spot. My virginity was really over. A bit of sunlight shined through the curtains and shined across my belly and my thighs and my sex. Thinking back, I didn't have an orgasm, but that hardly mattered. I was so happy.

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I couldn't believe the change that had come over Allie. All this pent up desire. I entered her cautiously. Everything so tight. She winced when I pushed through her barrier, but she didn't complain. She was loving my fucking. I wasn't trying to hold on. I knew she was still uncomfortable. Her tight opening around my shaft and the sliding back and forth in her depths set me on fire. The contractions inside me and the rush of semen through my cock, ordinary as they were, were special this morning. This young lady had given her all to me.

"We should put the sheets in the wash and take a shower," I said.

"Should I go first?"

"Together, Allie. It's so much fun together."

I didn't fuck her in the shower, like I had her mother so many times. I was afraid she was still hurting. But we both enjoyed lathering each other. She loved it when I washed off her tits and cleaned between her legs. I'm afraid my cock got hard. Her strokes brought forth another ejaculation. It didn't seem to hurt her when I used my fingers inside and out to make her cum.

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It was so much fun in the shower, but he didn't want to hurt me. He made me cum standing up. My knees were so wobbly.

We got dressed and went out to the kitchen. He made sunny side up eggs and bacon with toast and jelly for me. We sat on the sofa talking. Unbelievably, he told me all about his sex with Mommy and Auntie, and later, the other virgins he had taken. When he fell asleep sitting there, I went into the other room and called Mommy. She wanted to hear all the details. We made love when he woke up, and again, that afternoon before Mommy and Auntie came to pick me up.

Luther picked me up a couple times after school and we found someplace to make love. My prom date was surprised how far I let him go with his hands and my clothing. Almost naked, I bribed him to get what I wanted, "I'll suck on your dick if you lick my pussy first." He was shocked, but he did it. Before he could cum in my mouth, I said, "Fuck me now. Cum in my cunt now," - I was getting comfortable with the language - and he did.