My Girlfriends Younger sister by loyalsock
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1st Girlfriend By Loyalsock free porn video
I had a couple of girlfriends before I met the one I
lost my virginity with. A few fast and foolish relation-
ships that can only be justified in the teenage mentality
of "Live for the moment! You're only young once." I learned
how to French kiss, how to feel up a squirming girl for all
I could get, I even got a very amateur blow-job a couple of
times. But I never got to go all the way with those preg-
nancy paranoid teenage girls. I was 14 at the time and
pretty amateur myself.
When I was 15 I moved in with my uncle's family in another
part of the city. The side of the city where girl were a
lot less well brought up. My earlier attempts at getting
into a girl's womanhood had failed in the face of virtue,
morals and just plain common sense. In this new
neighborhood however, the boundaries on how far a good girl
should let a guy go were subtly different. It was a lower
income area and the families usually had any parental
authority figures out at full-time jobs. This left the
young girls and boys to pretty much raise themselves.
Consequently, there were a lot less morals, virtues and
common sense to impede a young man's sexual progress.
I first began to realize this when I met Lisa. She was a
friend of my cousin's who was always around the house
watching TV, Movies and just hanging out with us. She was
15, my age, very thin, wavy blond, shoulder-length hair,
blue eyes and a smile so sweet it made you cringe not to
kiss her when she flashed it. I was attracted to her
immediately but was too shy to say so. My cousin knew it
though. She teased me to distraction whenever Lisa was
scheduled to come over.
One night when she had stayed a little too late watching a
scary movie I was nominated by my aunt to walk the poor
dear home. Of course I was more than happy to do it,
seizing on the opportunity to spend a little time alone
with the object of my secret desires. Perhaps I could tell
her my feelings about her. Perhaps she felt the same way.
Perhaps I might even get a kiss out of the deal.
Well we walked slowly and talked all the way. Just the
trivial getting-to-know-you-better stuff at first, but as
we neared her house she complained of being chilly. What
was a poor young gentleman to do but cautiously put his
arm around the maiden-in-distress? Our conversation warmed
a little after that. We walked the finally stretch to her
front door with my arm around her and eventually I felt her
arm slip around my waist too. Hey, the girl was just trying
to keep warm, right? It came out in the dialog that my
cousin had mentioned to Lisa that I liked her. I gallantly
confessed that I found almost nothing about her I did not
like. She tilted her head onto my shoulder and gave me a
sweet thank you nudge.
Then we were at her door. I didn't get a kiss goodnight.
Just a thank you and a phone number. She told me to call
her when I got home cause she wanted to talk some more.
"Won't I wake your parents?" I asked.
"Nah, I just live with my dad and he's been in bed since
8:00. He wouldn't wake if the house caved in around him."
So I said goodbye and sprinted all the way home with a hard
on and a head full of teenage giddiness.
We talked until dawn and still had more to say when her dad
poked his head in her bedroom door and told her to get the
hell off the phone. She said she would come over after
school and visit us again. I fell asleep with a ten foot
wide grin and slept until 11:00 am. What the hell, my
grades were shitty anyway.
We were kind of awkward together that afternoon when she
and my cousin got home. We hung around as usually but there
was something new in the air between us. Several times my
cousin purposely left us alone together but we felt too
awkward to pick up where we'd left off at 5:30 that morning.
It's one thing to spill out your heart and soul over the
phone in the middle of the night, but it's totally different
when you gotta face the person the next day.
We watched a movie in silence. Lisa asked for a blanket to
cover up with, complaining of being chilly again, and then
offered to share half of it with me. My cousin was none the
wiser in the darkened room as Lisa's foot began to move
slowly up my leg beneath the cover. As the movie went on my
hand began to wander up her leg as well. I stroked and
caressed her calves and thighs with adolescent excitement,
trembling at the touch of forbidden fruit, and marveling
that it was her putting the moves on me!
I didn't dare go into the private region however, it was
far too soon in the game, even for a couple of daring
flirts like us. The closest I got was her inner, upper
thigh where I felt the damp heat radiating from her excited
vulva from six inches away. Then she closed her thighs upon
me in a nonverbal negation that I was all too used to. So I
cautiously retreated with only a hint of things to come
hanging in my memory. She was pretty steamed up down there,
and I had to admit the situation had promise.
The movie ended around 11:30 and this time I volunteered to
walk her home. This time our arms went around each other
immediately and there was a lot less talking. We quietly
strolled along making only the odd comment here and there
about the events of the evening. Soon we arrived at her
house.
"Can you walk me to my door?" she asked.
"Sure," I smiled.
This time I did get a goodnight kiss. After an awkward
silence I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back
and it snow-balled from there. We kissed standing in her
back porch for twenty or so minutes. Then we kind of fell
into a near-by chair and kissed sitting there for who-knows-
how-long. Our hands wandered in and out of each other's
shirts and all over everywhere else as we went. Eventually
she moved from sitting sideways across my lap to outright
straddling me in the chair. My neglected penis was tortured
with the bliss of being crushed against her hot sweaty
vulva and feeling only the dry cloth of my underwear. My
head began to spin. When we finally came up for air it was
almost 1:00 am.
"Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that
I should say goodnight til it be 'morrow...." I quoted
dreamily.
"It's only been two days, but I feel like I've known you
forever," she sighed.
"Should I phone you when I get home?" I asked.
"No, I gotta get some sleep or I'll pass out in school."
"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" I proposed boldly.
"You mean go out with you? officially?"
"Yeah," I answered.
"Of course..."
Then I kissed her again. I had had a hard on for so long
that it began to ache, literally, but I didn't want to push
my luck in going into any private territory. It was another
fifteen minutes before I finally tore myself away and
floated home five feet off the ground. All of the sudden it
wasn't just about sex anymore. I found myself actually
falling for this girl.
So the next day when my cousin got home from school I got
teased even more, but I didn't care. I couldn't wait to see
her and kiss her and hold her and be all over her. I was
crazy about it. I was crazy about her being crazy about me.
My cousin informed me that I was all she talked about all
day and that she was on cloud nine. I loved it!
So she came over that evening again, more to see me this
time than my cousin and we "watched a movie" under a
blanket with my cousin on the other end of the sectional
pretending she didn't notice us carrying on like two long
lost lovers, kissing and fondling and whispering in each
other's ear.
I felt her up that night too. My hand meandered it's way
down her belly and slid carefully between her legs. She
resisted at first but I began licking and sucking and
nibbling at her ear lobe, panting how much I wanted to be
alone with her as I went. Soon her thighs relaxed and I
landed on mount Venus with a silent cheer. She was hot!
I could feel the heat of her emanating from the cloth of
her little pink sweat pants, right through her panties and
all, and she began to grind herself against my hand. I
massaged her like that until she began to tremble in my
arms. My erection began to ache once again. I marveled at
how aloof my cousin seemed only a few feet away from all
our action.
Then my aunt came into the room and, with a glance at our
flushed faces and tousled hair, suggested that it was
getting kinda late. My cousin told her the movies was
almost over and I would walk Lisa home when it was done and
she left the room with a smirk.
As soon as she was gone my hand went into Lisa's pants. I
felt the bush of pubic hair and then the labia, and slid a
dexterous finger into her vagina before she realized what
was happening. She was sopping wet and hot as an Easy-Bake
oven. I felt the twinge of her inner muscles clamping around
me and all of the sudden she tugged my hand out of her
pants. I had discovered her slippery secrets and was from
then on tortured with the notion of someday sliding my
erection into that beautifully wet place my fortuitous
fingers had just vacated.
My prior relations on the other side of town had yielded as
much fruit as this but they were never so exciting. They
had been merely desperate fumbling in which the balk was
inevitable. Those girls had the pleasure of knowing how
much I wanted them and that was all they needed. They were
emotionally satisfied with my desire for them, never
considering the torture I endured but thought they were
doing me the biggest favor in the world by letting me touch
them outside their pants. It made them feel naughty and
sexy without the risk of giving me too much, or even enough.
I think that if I had ever been satisfied they would
probably have been disappointed. It was all a game to them:
territory lost, territory gained, and I played into it like
a starving puppy dog.
I realize now that if I hadn't wanted them so much they
probably would have gone all the way with me, just to make
me prove my desire for them, ironically enough. Girls are
silly. They want you to want them if you're worth wanting,
so don't, and they'll give you the sun, moon and stars and
everything between their legs to try and make you. If only
I had known that then...
Anyway, none of that could compare to the experience I had
with Lisa because I knew there was a possibility she might
not balk. I knew all this foreplay was not just to stroke
her ego. She was enjoying it for its own sake, and that
enjoyment would take us farther than I'd ever been before.
Soon the movie ended and off we went on the short little
trek to her father's home. We walked slowly, dizzy and
feeling mushy in the head. Holding onto one another like it
was our last day alive or something. It was a cool spring
night but we were both feeling the internal heat of
emotional intensity and sexual tension.
When we got to her back porch we wasted no time in falling
into the old chair, kissing passionately as we had the
night before. Our fondling and tonguing resumed where we
had left off at the end of the movie and we were soon
worked back into the feverish pitch of intense physical
desire. The desire to be closer, to touch in every place,
inside one another, wrapped around one another. At least
that's how I felt.
"I can't believe it's only been three days since I met you.
I feel so close to you right now."
"It feels like weeks..."
Eventually my hand went down her pants again and this time
she didn't resist at all. I slid a happy digit into her
overflowing vagina and she pushed herself deeper onto it.
There was no hymen in the way and I felt her cervix press
against the tip of my finger. I didn't know what it was at
the time but it felt nice. She squirmed and wriggled around
my hand and I thought I might die if I didn't get to orgasm
at some point that night. She was so sexy she made my head
spin. Her voice panting and whispering in the darkness, her
smell, the taste of her kisses.
My cock ached. Its need for attention was agonizing. I took
it out of my pants and placed her hand on it. Her touch was
soft and cool. She gently stroked it like it was the most
delicate thing on earth and I bucked my hips beneath her.
My hand continued its probing of her slick, wet vaginal
grip and she made a few pelvic thrusts of her own.
Finally, when it was after 1:00 am again. She suggested we
go for a walk to cool down. I agreed. If we would not be
fucking that night I had to stop the foreplay. It would
drive me insane if I didn't. Already I was involuntarily
tearing at her shirt, almost ripping it off of her in a
craze of lust. So we got up and began walking back down the
street.
We talked lightly, avoiding the topic of sex the way you
keep a match away from a stick of dynamite. Soon we arrived
in front of my aunt's house again. It was getting cooler
out so we opened their car door and got in the back seat.
The altar where hundreds of thousands have delivered up
their virginity to the gods of love. I laid on top of her
as we continued our kiss and worked my pelvis against hers.
After a while she said something that shocked me.
"God, I want to fuck you so bad!"
Where I came from a girl didn't even want sex. It was just
a bargaining tool on the table of long term relationships.
("If you go out with me for five or six years and then
marry me, then you'll get to have sex with me.") Now here
was this girl telling me that SHE couldn't wait to get it
from ME! Like I would be the one doing her a favor! I had
only known her for three days and she was ready to share her
whole body with me, and wanted mine in return. I was
astounded. I didn't know what to say. So I just kept
kissing and dry-humping, thanking God for the anticipatory
condom I'd had in my wallet for the past year.
"Do you wanna go in the house?" I asked after a while,
feeling like I was coming down the home stretch of my
sexual journey.
"You could sneak me in?" she asked.
"We'd have to go into the basement, they'd hear us anywhere
else," I said. I was boldly assuming that once inside we
would be having sex, and she didn't seem to object.
We got up and went around to the back door. I opened it and
we crept through the kitchen and down into the basement. I
flicked on the light and smelled the musty, moldy, laundry
detergent smell you smell in all basements. It wasn't the
most romantic place but we were beyond caring. At least we
were indoors.
At this point there was no longer any point in pretending
we didn't know what was going to happen. We had both made
up our minds and the other seemed completely willing. I
looked around for some place to lay her down and found the
only feasible location was a pile of laundry in front of
the furnace. So there we went, trembling and grinning at
each other with the excitement only known by two 15 year-
olds about to have sex for the first time.
"Do you have a condom?" she asked anxiously.
At that point I think she might have gone ahead and fucked
me even if I didn't but I fished it out of my wallet and
showed it to her.
She lay down before me and I tugged her pants down around
her ankles. Her panties came down next and I beheld her
pretty pink vulva for the first time. I leaned down
spontaneously and began to lick it. I didn't really know
how at the time but I knew you were supposed to lick the
clitoris, and I knew the clitoris was the tender little
lump at the apex of her labia. I learned that from years
of reading stolen adult fiction and looking at pictures in
magazines. I could see her clitoris poking out at me as I
stared down at her naked beauty and something inside me
just wanted to lick it. So I did.
If I really was ignorant about it she had no complaints.
Her hips began to move in a way they never had before. Up
and down against my mouth, then around and around in sweet
little circles. Her hands gripped my head and pressed me
deeper into her pleasure. I could not believe the situation
I was in. It felt like a dream. My head feeling all dizzy
and mushy didn't help the feeling either.
After a while she stopped me. I'm not sure if she had an
orgasm or not, I don't think she had at that point, but all
of the sudden she pulled me up and started to undo my pants.
I pulled them down around my knees and rolled the condom
onto the length of my throbbing cock. I nodded at her and
she lifted her legs off the floor. Her pants around her
ankles made her legs into an inviting O shape which I
crawled through, and nestled myself onto her chest. Then
she rested her feet on my back and I began to search her
privates for the opening I had longed to be in all my young
life. She found it for me and guided the head of my cock
into her welcoming entrance.
It went in easily. She was dripping wet from the hours of
foreplay and my eager manhood slid itself as far as it
would go into her liquid grip. After many months of
fighting for the cheapest feel from girls who thought they
were too good for me in the first place, I found myself
buried to the hilt in the sweetest young thing I had ever
met. Perhaps I was biased at the moment but I couldn't
think of a girl I had ever met who was more beautiful than
her right then. These thoughts were going through my head
as I began to move in and out of her.
I kissed her, long and deep. My whole body was swimming in
the gooey pleasure that emanated from our pelvic connection.
I fucked her slow, then sped up, then fought off an early
orgasm with all my strength, then continued more slowly as
she smiled up at me with a look of joy that made my heart
burst with emotion. She was giving me pleasure and that
made her happy. What a wonderful girl!
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
"Me too."
I went in and out of her, feeling her hands all over my
back and my ass, feeling her warm soft body pressed against
me in every place. She kicked her pants and underwear off
of one ankle and pressed her feet onto the concrete floor.
Spreading her legs even wider to accommodate my penetration,
she began moving underneath me, meeting my careful thrusts
with swirls and bucks of her own. Obviously she was no
virgin, but at 15 how much experience could she have had?
This also passed through my swirling mind as I began to
feel an orgasm approaching again. I gave her a few more
swifter thrusts, ten or twelve maybe, and began coming.
I grabbed her around the shoulders and thrust involuntarily,
deeper and deeper into her as my semen was emptied into the
condom. I cried out as years of pent-up sexual energy were
released all at once. She gasped out loud and mashed her
pelvis against mine, instinctively trying to receive the
sperm that would not arrive. I was inside her, as far as I
could get, as deep as she could have me, and my pubic bone
ground against her clitoris. Her hips milked the sensation
of it and she brought herself skillfully into an orgasm of
her own.
"Oh, Kevin..." she whimpered ecstatically.
There on the pile of laundry, we came together. Our first
orgasm together a mutual, simultaneous one. She bit her lip
to keep from crying out as she twitched and shuddered and
clamped all around me, shaking from the sensation of it all.
My last few twinges of ejaculation passed and we collapsed
into the nest of clothes, sighing and panting as the post-
orgasmic bliss settled over us like a soft, comfy blanket.
We lay like that for several minutes, kissing affectionately
and looking into each other eyes. This definitely promised
to be a rewarding relationship.
Finally we got up. I reluctantly withdrew my still rock-
solid teenage cock and stood to pull the condom off. I
stashed it above one of the basement rafters as Lisa
dressed herself. When we were both composed once again we
kissed deeply and snuck back out of the house.
I walked her home, kissed her goodnight and staggered home
with years of anxiety lifted from my shoulders. Would a
girl ever want me? Was I attractive? Was I desirable? Lisa
had answered all these questions in one night, and I still
had as much respect for her as I ever had. Having sex with
her actually increased it. She had done what she had wanted,
because she wanted to do it and for no other reason. She
had nothing to prove, nothing to gain, she wasn't using sex
for some ulterior motive. She just did it cause she wanted
me, and that made me feel pretty damn good!
Maddy
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