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07-10-2009, 04:18 AM
I will always remember the feeling of Sean's dick, sliding so hotly into my waiting, yearning vagina. It was so different than the fingers of the few boys Ihad permitted to slip one inside of me, that different. His dick was so much larger than their fingers, but felt natural in there whereas their fingers had felt alien. Sean was sitting on the edge of the dock and had me sit on his lap, facing him. Then he simply grabbed my ass in both hands, lifted me up and guided me onto his dick. It was that good, that hot, so what Ihad desired my 1-st time to be. I was 20 and just losing my virginity, yet this was at least same good as Ihad dreamed it would be and probably far better. However, let me tell you the full story...
I have never been very pretty girl and actually I am sort of geeky. Not good enough at sports to be top level, I wasn't ever the less in good shape and tried to take care of my body. Can be this is what caused me to hold on to my virginity for that long. I was not a brain, happy being a "B" student. I live in Quebec, Canada with my parents. I know they enjoy me, yet from birth they've constantly tried to mold me into something I am not. Mother always encouraged me to 'dress beautiful, since you are not...' though in looking at the words written they're not almost same encouraging as Ihad liked them to be. However, it was her way. She never dressed me like a whore, yet always bought me clothes that might be whore's clothes with just a little bit of tuning.
I am not a whore, never desired to be one and when a lot of the girls in high school were sleeping with their boybuddies since it seemed the thing to do, I decidedly did not do it. I even had one ex-boybuddie run around telling eveybody we'd slept together, since I tried to use it to keep him rather than letting him get away. I pronounced nothing to refute it which convinced most people he had slept with me. I did not care, my body is mine and I plan to keep it that way.
One thing mother does believe in, preaches really, is 'always make yourself up, Jadyn. Men enjoy a lady that uses makeup to enhance what God did or did not give her. And you need a little extra...' Yes, I know, hurtful words but she meant well.
This year for our annual family getaway the three of us, Mom, Dad and I, were flying to St. Maarten in the Caribbean for two weeks. From everything I might discover about the place I knew I was will enjoy it there. Quebec is striking in the summer time, yet being stuck here all year simply makes me die to leave.
At the end of our 1-st week in St. Maarten we all had dirty clothes to wash. We were staying in a timeshare the parents had bought years before and went down to use the laundry facilities which were by the swimming pool. I enjoy my parents dearly but learned years before that I was better at doing my laundry than either one of them would ever be. I offered to do it for eveybody, yet Mom and Dad were a little bored and lazy and decided to come along anyways. After wehad started the firsts loads Dad went off and bought us all ice cream. St. Maarten in the summer is hot, humid and sunny. It?s a wondrous difference from Quebec, though in reality the weather is not all that different. Ihad packed very lightly for the trip, for I knew I would only wear the barest minimum of clothes on this trip. Actually, the only thing I had left to wear on that wash day was a long red printed cotton skirt that wrapped around and had ties and a sports bra in white. I did not even have any tidy underwear and instead of putting on soiled ones I went without. As I walked along the friction and the breeze conspired to make my vagina feel more free than common.
And there we sat on the step outside the laundry room eating our ice cream. Being the semi-tomboy that I'm I was pressing my knees in and out, trying to bring a breeze to the heat in my crotch. It was hot here and the forced air felt good. Then I looked across the pool area and saw a rather tall man looking at me and smiling. I looked around to see who he was looking at and understood it really was me. I smiled back. He was at least 35, which was at least 10er than I ever would think about dating. Then mother and dad decided to go back to the room and leave me to finish up the laundry. I pronounced bye to them and when I looked back across the pool the mystery man was involved in a conversation with two ladies, older than me and probably plenty suited for him. However, then he looked back at me and smiled. As he did so I understood that my legs were spread widely apart and he might see my exposed vagina, that's why he was smiling.
I pulled my legs together and as they moved centimeters closer together at a time his smile faded by that much each time. My knees moved apart, his smile grew broader.
Somehow this was different than one of the boys at college sneaking a peak. He thought Ihad destined to show off my personals to him and something about it turned me on. I was embarrassed for the two ladies, one of which had to be his wife or girlbuddie, yet he kept smiling as I flashed him, so I continued. Sensing he was tuning them out, both of the ladies stood up and I heard them both say, "sweet to meet you, Sean is not it?" Then they left. That left only this man, Sean I now knew, as the only person around that had a clear cut view up my skirt. Heavens, I'd never done anything like this before and did not know why I was now, yet the movement of air felt good and knowing that he was watching also felt good. He was not looking at my makeup , he was not looking at my clothes really. He was looking at me for me and that felt great.
We kept up the flashing smiling game for the entire time it took me to finish the washing. Actually, when I had everything hung up or folded, I set them aside and sat back on the rock for an encore showing. He even applauded lightly when I sat back down and I might see he was showcasing a growing dick in his shorts. I felt so bad yet that good. He was interested in just me. I was to learn how much soon.
Just then two couples walked by Sean and invited him in to the bar for a drink. I guess he couldn't quite tell them exactly why he couldn't go and they were beautiful insistent, so he went with them. He gave me a wave and blew me a kiss, though it did seem like the kiss was blown toward my now very moist vagina.
I fairly ran the clothes back to our two bedroom suite, disposed of them rapidly, after that told my parents I was off to do some looking around and left rapidly, yet not before mother might tell me to dress up before I went out. Not a chance. There was a man that liked the way I looked and I was will see what came next.
Happily the bar was right next to the pool, so when I received back there I went into the bar and ordered a Perrier and took it back out side. However, not before I'd had the chance to say a quiet hello and brush up against Sean, whoever he was. Not ten minutes later as I sat on the deck looking at the quickly falling sun, Sean walked over and sat across from me, his own Perrier in hand. He did not speak, he simply smiled. Suddenly I did not know if I had the courage to flash him this close. I looked round and there were only several people in the pool area and they were not paying attention to us.
Slowly my knees started to spread. I might feel the heat rising in my vagina. I knew I was moist, after that reached under my skirt to lightly trace my finger across my vagina. Sean smiled larger as I watched his dick grow. He'd look me in the eyes and the thing that struck me greatly about the whole afternoon's flashing session was that he did not try to mask what he was doing. Most men that catch a lash of pants or bra turn away nervously as if they've done something bad. He simply smiled.
As I ran my finger lightly thru those tender lips he smiled even more. By now my skirt was laid off on both sides of my ass, nearly fully exposing myself to him. I pulled my knees in, pushed them out. Feeling was one of amazement just knowing that I was holding his full attention. You must remember that I was still a virgin and waiting for the right moment. That did not mean this was it, that just meant that I was loving this feeling.
Somewhere over my shoulder I heard mother speaking with father. I slouched down in the chair and looked and they were both in the bar for happy hour. Dad always was keen to save several cents on his large daily ration of beer. I looked back at Sean, not knowing what to do. However, I did know that if they walked out and saw me here they would be very interested to know why the two of us, the only two people on this entire half of the pool, were seated five feet apart from each other looking directly at each other.
"My parents," I pronounced, pointing to the bar. "May we go somewhere else?" I asked.
Rapidly Sean stood and walked to the end of the pool area to a metal gate. "Quick, down here," he pronounced, leading me down the steps. Pool was on Oyster Bay and sat on a very rocky coast. Steps led down to the pump room, thought there was also a cement walkway down there that jutted out into the ocean. We were right on the Northeast corner of St. Maarten and the Atlantic Ocean, constantly buffered us with waves and wind. Sean sat down, his back to one cement piling. I sat five feet away, my back to one more one. This day I pulled my skirt completely behind me to where I had something comfortable to sit on yet otherwise was showing myself off to him entirely. This was by far very adventurous thing I'd ever done.
I looked at him, closer this time. HE was definitely at least 33 and can be more. Mom would freak if she had any idea of what I was doing, though she was the one always pushing me out there to meet a man. 'Someone to take care of you, you are not beautiful enough to be a model or actress, so you'll must find a good hearted man for you,' shehad pronounced on over one occasion. I did not care about the age thing, he was thrilled to be watching me and I was thrilled to be showing off to him. Then it hit me, that I required to do another thing. I removed the sports bra. For all practical purposes I was naked, sitting on a cement ledge, with a man I'd not spoken with and it made my body scream with pleasure. My teat jutted out to the front, I might feel the heat between my thighs and my head felt a lot loose.
Then I received ballsy and motioned for him to remove his shorts, fair being fair. With a shrug he did and exposed what looked like a good 7 inches of dick for my eyes. As he did, I inched closer to him. He set his shorts back on the concrete as I received close enough to him that my thigh touched his. My distibute reached and touched the 1-st real dick I'd ever held. Okay sure, back in Fifth grade Ihad touched Donnie Leach's dick, yet just touchy feely. So can be several times since then. Yes, there'd been times on dates when I'd been dating a boy for so long that I had to do something to show him I had some interest in him, so Ihad grabbed his wang thru his panties principally. However, it. I'd let boys touch me on the boob at times, even more rare would one be allowed to touch my vagina and most rare were the only a few boys that had been allowed to slip a finger inside. Principally since all they did was run the finger in and out and at the time I did not even recognize that the reason I let them do it was not to get the finger in me, it was since if they held their had just right the heel of the hand would rest on my clit and bring on a muggy feeling.
As I held Sean's dick, we both turned to face each other, knee to knee. He reached out and lightly stroking my thighs began to work higher. Clumsy me, I'd just reached right out for his dick and started to stroke.
Suddenly it was his thumb pressing onto the skin over my clit, after that slowly it worked inside and was directly on that button. Then one more finger started working its way up and down my now eager vagina. Shit. I did not know anything about him but I was about to reach a point where it would be not possible to get him to stop. I did not know what to do, yet stopping did not seem right.
Sean was sitting on the edge of the dock and had me sit on his lap, facing him. Then he simply grabbed my ass in both hands, lifted me up and guided me onto his dick. It was that good, that hot, so what Ihad desired my 1-st time to be. He let me drop down a little ways onto his dick, after that stopped my motion and lifted me up again. It was a good thing since inside of me everything felt real tight and his dick pressing into me was hurting.
Again he let me settle down onto his dick, after that when there was only resistance and no penetration he stopped. He repeated this at least four times, to where I began to wonder if I would ever really get to lose my virginity. Can be I was althat tight, or required a smaller dick, like a pin prick sized one or something.
He repeated it once more and this time I took my feet and pulled on him, pulling myself even tighter onto his dick. So then I felt it launch to slid into a space it had never been before. I let out a soft squeal, since it really did hurt. Far worse than the 1-st few times I received menstrual cramps and did not know what they were. Far worse than when I'd been kicked by that bitch Cindy Norman in soccer, worse than anything ever yet. However, it also felt good. I finally had a man's dick inside my vagina.
Sean continued to lift me up, after that slide me down onto his dick. I had my face buried in his shoulder trying to be quiet, yet then he started to moan and I knew it was okay to do. I moaned, he moaned, after that we stopped moaning and fucking and for the 1-st time his lips met mine. Our lips slammed into each other and I distinctly remember that rough feeling of his day old growth of beard on my soft chin. It hurt but I was not will stop him.
Then I heard it, mother's voice. "I heard something over this way, can be it was just the ocean," she pronounced.
Happily Sean was a very tall man. I might just barely peak over his shoulder and see mother and dad walk to the edge of the pool and look down at us. More lucky was the fact that it had grown beautiful dark and their were no lights here, for when their eyes adjusted I heard mother cry out, "there exists someone down there... and they're... OH FUCK, Dean, let us go!"
Next I heard a very sweet moan escape Sean's lips as when the parents had appeared I tightened all of my muscles, all of them. I guess my very tight vagina had become even tighter.
I never once heard either of my parents call out my name, so it was beautiful clear they did not know it was their daughter on the ledge. I broke out laughing, after that started to rise up on Sean's dick and lower myself back down again. All the excitement must combined in my body, for a few stroked later I felt a boiling sensation launch in my lower back and work its way up my spine, taking in the top of my head, after that down to my boobs and lastly to my vagina when I experienced what had to be me 1-st come. I bit solidly into Sean's shoulder to keep from screaming out for joy. Together we thrust extreamly at each other and I focused on the pleasure not the pain from what had so lately happened. I was a ladies now!
As we abated, Sean once again lifted me up and set me on the edge of the dock area. It was dark now and the lights from the pool cast something of a glow. However, I might easily see him look down at the rocks, after that twist and drop to the rocks. That put his face right before my vagina and he wasted no time in driving his tongue straight for my now desirous clit. My God did his tongue feel good. I'd run my hands thru there before, yet never had anything like this been felt by me. He licked the clitoris for a while, tasting each millimeter of my labia, slowly sucking and licking me. Then when I started to build up again to an come he would suck on a thigh and launch to kiss all of the way down to my knee. And unlike all those boys I'd been with who only seemed to think that fast a frantic was the way to go.
This went on for what to have been thirty or more minutes. By now the half moon was out, couples might be heard walking by above our heads, yet he simply kept on and I received bolder about moaning out loud. Then, when I thought I couldn't take plenty, Sean buried two fingers inside me and concentrated his tongue on my clitoris. He also started this suckling motion with his lips and his finger touched what had to be my 'g' spot, for it was only seconds before I moaned loudly and crumpled over onto his head, one more come racking my body. He slowed down the licking and sucking but never stopped, even after I asked him to. He simply shook his head and kept it up and as that come abated he sped up and brought me to yet one more one. More and more he did, till I'd had my 6-th come and knew I couldn't take any more. I laid back on the dock and squeezed my thighs around his head. He simply pulled me in closer. Then one of his hands lifted and while I had the chance I swung my legs up onto the dock and away from his mouth; I simply couldn't take it any longer.
He jumped onto the dock and sat except me, pulling me up into his arms. I reached over for him and as I did my hand touched his still hard dick. It was brick hard.
"Did not you come?" I asked.
"Not yet. all for you, not me," he pronounced.
I gathered up all of my strength, pushed him onto his back, after that took his dick into my mouth. I might taste myself where before I'd only smelled my own musk. I tasted sort of sweet and forbidden. I licked his entire crotch region, wanting to lap up all of what I'd left there. Then I took the head of his dick and put it into my mouth. I remembered something I'd read somewhere and started to hum lightly. This received a enormous moan from Sean and I was glad. Since there I lay with a mouth full of dick and I understood it was also my 1-st and I hadn't a clue of what to do with it.
And I simply thought ice cream and started to lick. His moaning told me I was at least doing something good. He moaned loudest when I licked the underside of his dick and seemed to enjoy it when I took same much as I might into my mouth. I was very glad he was not larger. One day I took it all into my mouth I gagged and nearly bit him, yet held back. This really turned him on. I might feel his dick heavily sitting on my tongue and each time I took the tip of my tongue and ran it up the underside of his dick his hands grabbed my hair even tighter. Which control of this man I now had.
I pulled the dick out of my mouth and looked at it glistening in the semi-darkness. I guess it was 7 inches, excellent. More and I wouldn't have been able to handle it. I ran my hands over his legs, yet it felt like I was doing it just to do it rather than knowing what to do. And I decided to gently cup his balls in my hands and lightly play with them. This he liked.
Then I tasted something different. I once again pulled it out to see if he had come but he hadn't. There was a some fluid seeping from the end of his dick and I licked it up rapidly. His moan was so loud that I knew he desired me just to suck on the end of his dick. So I was happy. The fluid was nearly tasty. . ittle salty, yet not bad. I'd heard so many girls say how gross it tasted that I was hesitant, yet his tasted good.
Then as I licked his hips started to roll. His moans were louder, even though us, both might hear people out on the deck above ours heads. From now on I did not care. I knew my semi-prudish parents wouldn't return so what did it matter? I took the entire length into my mouth once again and after just several more strokes thought my cheeks would blow out as he came into my mouth. This also tasted good. I liked it. Can be that would be my secret now; I like the taste of come!
I increased the rhythm of my sucking which caused him to cry out. He half-heartedly tried to pull me off his dick but I simply kept pumping it into and out of my mouth. I loved the control. Every time I did anything with my mouth or tongue I might see it register on his face. Which control I had.
I pulled off his dick when I was sure Ihad swallowed every drop of come he had. I crawled up into his arms and as I laid down on his chest we heard light applause from above.
I have never been very pretty girl and actually I am sort of geeky. Not good enough at sports to be top level, I wasn't ever the less in good shape and tried to take care of my body. Can be this is what caused me to hold on to my virginity for that long. I was not a brain, happy being a "B" student. I live in Quebec, Canada with my parents. I know they enjoy me, yet from birth they've constantly tried to mold me into something I am not. Mother always encouraged me to 'dress beautiful, since you are not...' though in looking at the words written they're not almost same encouraging as Ihad liked them to be. However, it was her way. She never dressed me like a whore, yet always bought me clothes that might be whore's clothes with just a little bit of tuning.
I am not a whore, never desired to be one and when a lot of the girls in high school were sleeping with their boybuddies since it seemed the thing to do, I decidedly did not do it. I even had one ex-boybuddie run around telling eveybody we'd slept together, since I tried to use it to keep him rather than letting him get away. I pronounced nothing to refute it which convinced most people he had slept with me. I did not care, my body is mine and I plan to keep it that way.
One thing mother does believe in, preaches really, is 'always make yourself up, Jadyn. Men enjoy a lady that uses makeup to enhance what God did or did not give her. And you need a little extra...' Yes, I know, hurtful words but she meant well.
This year for our annual family getaway the three of us, Mom, Dad and I, were flying to St. Maarten in the Caribbean for two weeks. From everything I might discover about the place I knew I was will enjoy it there. Quebec is striking in the summer time, yet being stuck here all year simply makes me die to leave.
At the end of our 1-st week in St. Maarten we all had dirty clothes to wash. We were staying in a timeshare the parents had bought years before and went down to use the laundry facilities which were by the swimming pool. I enjoy my parents dearly but learned years before that I was better at doing my laundry than either one of them would ever be. I offered to do it for eveybody, yet Mom and Dad were a little bored and lazy and decided to come along anyways. After wehad started the firsts loads Dad went off and bought us all ice cream. St. Maarten in the summer is hot, humid and sunny. It?s a wondrous difference from Quebec, though in reality the weather is not all that different. Ihad packed very lightly for the trip, for I knew I would only wear the barest minimum of clothes on this trip. Actually, the only thing I had left to wear on that wash day was a long red printed cotton skirt that wrapped around and had ties and a sports bra in white. I did not even have any tidy underwear and instead of putting on soiled ones I went without. As I walked along the friction and the breeze conspired to make my vagina feel more free than common.
And there we sat on the step outside the laundry room eating our ice cream. Being the semi-tomboy that I'm I was pressing my knees in and out, trying to bring a breeze to the heat in my crotch. It was hot here and the forced air felt good. Then I looked across the pool area and saw a rather tall man looking at me and smiling. I looked around to see who he was looking at and understood it really was me. I smiled back. He was at least 35, which was at least 10er than I ever would think about dating. Then mother and dad decided to go back to the room and leave me to finish up the laundry. I pronounced bye to them and when I looked back across the pool the mystery man was involved in a conversation with two ladies, older than me and probably plenty suited for him. However, then he looked back at me and smiled. As he did so I understood that my legs were spread widely apart and he might see my exposed vagina, that's why he was smiling.
I pulled my legs together and as they moved centimeters closer together at a time his smile faded by that much each time. My knees moved apart, his smile grew broader.
Somehow this was different than one of the boys at college sneaking a peak. He thought Ihad destined to show off my personals to him and something about it turned me on. I was embarrassed for the two ladies, one of which had to be his wife or girlbuddie, yet he kept smiling as I flashed him, so I continued. Sensing he was tuning them out, both of the ladies stood up and I heard them both say, "sweet to meet you, Sean is not it?" Then they left. That left only this man, Sean I now knew, as the only person around that had a clear cut view up my skirt. Heavens, I'd never done anything like this before and did not know why I was now, yet the movement of air felt good and knowing that he was watching also felt good. He was not looking at my makeup , he was not looking at my clothes really. He was looking at me for me and that felt great.
We kept up the flashing smiling game for the entire time it took me to finish the washing. Actually, when I had everything hung up or folded, I set them aside and sat back on the rock for an encore showing. He even applauded lightly when I sat back down and I might see he was showcasing a growing dick in his shorts. I felt so bad yet that good. He was interested in just me. I was to learn how much soon.
Just then two couples walked by Sean and invited him in to the bar for a drink. I guess he couldn't quite tell them exactly why he couldn't go and they were beautiful insistent, so he went with them. He gave me a wave and blew me a kiss, though it did seem like the kiss was blown toward my now very moist vagina.
I fairly ran the clothes back to our two bedroom suite, disposed of them rapidly, after that told my parents I was off to do some looking around and left rapidly, yet not before mother might tell me to dress up before I went out. Not a chance. There was a man that liked the way I looked and I was will see what came next.
Happily the bar was right next to the pool, so when I received back there I went into the bar and ordered a Perrier and took it back out side. However, not before I'd had the chance to say a quiet hello and brush up against Sean, whoever he was. Not ten minutes later as I sat on the deck looking at the quickly falling sun, Sean walked over and sat across from me, his own Perrier in hand. He did not speak, he simply smiled. Suddenly I did not know if I had the courage to flash him this close. I looked round and there were only several people in the pool area and they were not paying attention to us.
Slowly my knees started to spread. I might feel the heat rising in my vagina. I knew I was moist, after that reached under my skirt to lightly trace my finger across my vagina. Sean smiled larger as I watched his dick grow. He'd look me in the eyes and the thing that struck me greatly about the whole afternoon's flashing session was that he did not try to mask what he was doing. Most men that catch a lash of pants or bra turn away nervously as if they've done something bad. He simply smiled.
As I ran my finger lightly thru those tender lips he smiled even more. By now my skirt was laid off on both sides of my ass, nearly fully exposing myself to him. I pulled my knees in, pushed them out. Feeling was one of amazement just knowing that I was holding his full attention. You must remember that I was still a virgin and waiting for the right moment. That did not mean this was it, that just meant that I was loving this feeling.
Somewhere over my shoulder I heard mother speaking with father. I slouched down in the chair and looked and they were both in the bar for happy hour. Dad always was keen to save several cents on his large daily ration of beer. I looked back at Sean, not knowing what to do. However, I did know that if they walked out and saw me here they would be very interested to know why the two of us, the only two people on this entire half of the pool, were seated five feet apart from each other looking directly at each other.
"My parents," I pronounced, pointing to the bar. "May we go somewhere else?" I asked.
Rapidly Sean stood and walked to the end of the pool area to a metal gate. "Quick, down here," he pronounced, leading me down the steps. Pool was on Oyster Bay and sat on a very rocky coast. Steps led down to the pump room, thought there was also a cement walkway down there that jutted out into the ocean. We were right on the Northeast corner of St. Maarten and the Atlantic Ocean, constantly buffered us with waves and wind. Sean sat down, his back to one cement piling. I sat five feet away, my back to one more one. This day I pulled my skirt completely behind me to where I had something comfortable to sit on yet otherwise was showing myself off to him entirely. This was by far very adventurous thing I'd ever done.
I looked at him, closer this time. HE was definitely at least 33 and can be more. Mom would freak if she had any idea of what I was doing, though she was the one always pushing me out there to meet a man. 'Someone to take care of you, you are not beautiful enough to be a model or actress, so you'll must find a good hearted man for you,' shehad pronounced on over one occasion. I did not care about the age thing, he was thrilled to be watching me and I was thrilled to be showing off to him. Then it hit me, that I required to do another thing. I removed the sports bra. For all practical purposes I was naked, sitting on a cement ledge, with a man I'd not spoken with and it made my body scream with pleasure. My teat jutted out to the front, I might feel the heat between my thighs and my head felt a lot loose.
Then I received ballsy and motioned for him to remove his shorts, fair being fair. With a shrug he did and exposed what looked like a good 7 inches of dick for my eyes. As he did, I inched closer to him. He set his shorts back on the concrete as I received close enough to him that my thigh touched his. My distibute reached and touched the 1-st real dick I'd ever held. Okay sure, back in Fifth grade Ihad touched Donnie Leach's dick, yet just touchy feely. So can be several times since then. Yes, there'd been times on dates when I'd been dating a boy for so long that I had to do something to show him I had some interest in him, so Ihad grabbed his wang thru his panties principally. However, it. I'd let boys touch me on the boob at times, even more rare would one be allowed to touch my vagina and most rare were the only a few boys that had been allowed to slip a finger inside. Principally since all they did was run the finger in and out and at the time I did not even recognize that the reason I let them do it was not to get the finger in me, it was since if they held their had just right the heel of the hand would rest on my clit and bring on a muggy feeling.
As I held Sean's dick, we both turned to face each other, knee to knee. He reached out and lightly stroking my thighs began to work higher. Clumsy me, I'd just reached right out for his dick and started to stroke.
Suddenly it was his thumb pressing onto the skin over my clit, after that slowly it worked inside and was directly on that button. Then one more finger started working its way up and down my now eager vagina. Shit. I did not know anything about him but I was about to reach a point where it would be not possible to get him to stop. I did not know what to do, yet stopping did not seem right.
Sean was sitting on the edge of the dock and had me sit on his lap, facing him. Then he simply grabbed my ass in both hands, lifted me up and guided me onto his dick. It was that good, that hot, so what Ihad desired my 1-st time to be. He let me drop down a little ways onto his dick, after that stopped my motion and lifted me up again. It was a good thing since inside of me everything felt real tight and his dick pressing into me was hurting.
Again he let me settle down onto his dick, after that when there was only resistance and no penetration he stopped. He repeated this at least four times, to where I began to wonder if I would ever really get to lose my virginity. Can be I was althat tight, or required a smaller dick, like a pin prick sized one or something.
He repeated it once more and this time I took my feet and pulled on him, pulling myself even tighter onto his dick. So then I felt it launch to slid into a space it had never been before. I let out a soft squeal, since it really did hurt. Far worse than the 1-st few times I received menstrual cramps and did not know what they were. Far worse than when I'd been kicked by that bitch Cindy Norman in soccer, worse than anything ever yet. However, it also felt good. I finally had a man's dick inside my vagina.
Sean continued to lift me up, after that slide me down onto his dick. I had my face buried in his shoulder trying to be quiet, yet then he started to moan and I knew it was okay to do. I moaned, he moaned, after that we stopped moaning and fucking and for the 1-st time his lips met mine. Our lips slammed into each other and I distinctly remember that rough feeling of his day old growth of beard on my soft chin. It hurt but I was not will stop him.
Then I heard it, mother's voice. "I heard something over this way, can be it was just the ocean," she pronounced.
Happily Sean was a very tall man. I might just barely peak over his shoulder and see mother and dad walk to the edge of the pool and look down at us. More lucky was the fact that it had grown beautiful dark and their were no lights here, for when their eyes adjusted I heard mother cry out, "there exists someone down there... and they're... OH FUCK, Dean, let us go!"
Next I heard a very sweet moan escape Sean's lips as when the parents had appeared I tightened all of my muscles, all of them. I guess my very tight vagina had become even tighter.
I never once heard either of my parents call out my name, so it was beautiful clear they did not know it was their daughter on the ledge. I broke out laughing, after that started to rise up on Sean's dick and lower myself back down again. All the excitement must combined in my body, for a few stroked later I felt a boiling sensation launch in my lower back and work its way up my spine, taking in the top of my head, after that down to my boobs and lastly to my vagina when I experienced what had to be me 1-st come. I bit solidly into Sean's shoulder to keep from screaming out for joy. Together we thrust extreamly at each other and I focused on the pleasure not the pain from what had so lately happened. I was a ladies now!
As we abated, Sean once again lifted me up and set me on the edge of the dock area. It was dark now and the lights from the pool cast something of a glow. However, I might easily see him look down at the rocks, after that twist and drop to the rocks. That put his face right before my vagina and he wasted no time in driving his tongue straight for my now desirous clit. My God did his tongue feel good. I'd run my hands thru there before, yet never had anything like this been felt by me. He licked the clitoris for a while, tasting each millimeter of my labia, slowly sucking and licking me. Then when I started to build up again to an come he would suck on a thigh and launch to kiss all of the way down to my knee. And unlike all those boys I'd been with who only seemed to think that fast a frantic was the way to go.
This went on for what to have been thirty or more minutes. By now the half moon was out, couples might be heard walking by above our heads, yet he simply kept on and I received bolder about moaning out loud. Then, when I thought I couldn't take plenty, Sean buried two fingers inside me and concentrated his tongue on my clitoris. He also started this suckling motion with his lips and his finger touched what had to be my 'g' spot, for it was only seconds before I moaned loudly and crumpled over onto his head, one more come racking my body. He slowed down the licking and sucking but never stopped, even after I asked him to. He simply shook his head and kept it up and as that come abated he sped up and brought me to yet one more one. More and more he did, till I'd had my 6-th come and knew I couldn't take any more. I laid back on the dock and squeezed my thighs around his head. He simply pulled me in closer. Then one of his hands lifted and while I had the chance I swung my legs up onto the dock and away from his mouth; I simply couldn't take it any longer.
He jumped onto the dock and sat except me, pulling me up into his arms. I reached over for him and as I did my hand touched his still hard dick. It was brick hard.
"Did not you come?" I asked.
"Not yet. all for you, not me," he pronounced.
I gathered up all of my strength, pushed him onto his back, after that took his dick into my mouth. I might taste myself where before I'd only smelled my own musk. I tasted sort of sweet and forbidden. I licked his entire crotch region, wanting to lap up all of what I'd left there. Then I took the head of his dick and put it into my mouth. I remembered something I'd read somewhere and started to hum lightly. This received a enormous moan from Sean and I was glad. Since there I lay with a mouth full of dick and I understood it was also my 1-st and I hadn't a clue of what to do with it.
And I simply thought ice cream and started to lick. His moaning told me I was at least doing something good. He moaned loudest when I licked the underside of his dick and seemed to enjoy it when I took same much as I might into my mouth. I was very glad he was not larger. One day I took it all into my mouth I gagged and nearly bit him, yet held back. This really turned him on. I might feel his dick heavily sitting on my tongue and each time I took the tip of my tongue and ran it up the underside of his dick his hands grabbed my hair even tighter. Which control of this man I now had.
I pulled the dick out of my mouth and looked at it glistening in the semi-darkness. I guess it was 7 inches, excellent. More and I wouldn't have been able to handle it. I ran my hands over his legs, yet it felt like I was doing it just to do it rather than knowing what to do. And I decided to gently cup his balls in my hands and lightly play with them. This he liked.
Then I tasted something different. I once again pulled it out to see if he had come but he hadn't. There was a some fluid seeping from the end of his dick and I licked it up rapidly. His moan was so loud that I knew he desired me just to suck on the end of his dick. So I was happy. The fluid was nearly tasty. . ittle salty, yet not bad. I'd heard so many girls say how gross it tasted that I was hesitant, yet his tasted good.
Then as I licked his hips started to roll. His moans were louder, even though us, both might hear people out on the deck above ours heads. From now on I did not care. I knew my semi-prudish parents wouldn't return so what did it matter? I took the entire length into my mouth once again and after just several more strokes thought my cheeks would blow out as he came into my mouth. This also tasted good. I liked it. Can be that would be my secret now; I like the taste of come!
I increased the rhythm of my sucking which caused him to cry out. He half-heartedly tried to pull me off his dick but I simply kept pumping it into and out of my mouth. I loved the control. Every time I did anything with my mouth or tongue I might see it register on his face. Which control I had.
I pulled off his dick when I was sure Ihad swallowed every drop of come he had. I crawled up into his arms and as I laid down on his chest we heard light applause from above.