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My Wife's First Time
My name is Andy, I am a very average twenty-five year-old guy, five-foot-nine-inches tall, a hundred and eighty pounds... I am also very average in my endowment.
I was never very good at attracting girls, but for some reason, I was always attracted to the slutty girls, maybe because I thought I would have a better chance of getting into their pants.
I went to school with a cute girl named Nancy, but everyone called her Nan. In our senior year of high school, Nan had developed quite a reputation for being a slut. It seemed after every weekend, one or more guys would be bragging that they had fucked her, or that she had given them a blowjob.
What really got everyone talking one Monday morning, was the rumor going around, that at a party that weekend, Nan had pulled a train of seven guys. I couldn't believe it, but my best friend told me that he had been one of the guys, and he said it was amazing--it was his first time fucking a girl. I was envious--I was still a virgin.
As Nan's reputation grew, so did my attraction to her. I would picture her sucking or fucking all kinds of guys, as I would jerk off. After hearing about her pulling a train, I would jerk off every night to the picture in my mind, of her fucking all those guys; sometimes, I would get hard and cum two or three times in a night. I must have cum hundreds of times, picturing Nan fucking all those guys.
That summer after we graduated, one night I was at a party down by the river. I was sitting on a log, talking to Nan, and after an hour or so, Nan took my hand, and grabbed a blanket with her other. She took me to the middle of a field, spread the blanket out, and that night she fucked me, taking my virginity. Something I learned that night-- fucking is way better than jerking off.
I was so naive, I thought I was in love with Nan that night, but she only wanted to be my friend who she would fuck occasionally, she would call me her friend with benefits. Nan would suck my cock, and she taught me how to eat her pussy.
One day, Nan invited me to a party at her house, while her parents were out of town. While I was there, I watched as Nan's brother, Mark, seduced a girl, and took her to bed. Her brother had left his door open, so I--and everyone else-- couldn't help but hear them fucking. I heard her screaming in climax multiple times, and him grunting as he filled her with his cum. Later, I was in the kitchen with three other guys when the bedroom door opened and this girl walked to the bathroom in just her panties and his shirt. The powerful smell of sex hit me just as she turned and smiled at the group of us. I really did fall in love with her. Later, Nan told me her name was Becky, and she was a friend of hers.
Shortly after that party, Mark and four of his friends rented a big, old house in town. Over the next year, Nan would invite me, and I would go to parties at Mark and his buddies, rental house. I would see Becky being led to Mark's bedroom, or sometimes, I would see one of his roommates lead her to their rooms. I even saw strangers lead her to one of the bedrooms. One night, when there were very few people there, she took my hand, and she led me to an empty bedroom.
Becky had a beautiful body and fucked me better than I had ever imagined fucking could be. Becky must have liked me because we started dating, and a year later, we were married.
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We have been married three years now, and we are so in love, and we have a great marriage. Becky's past sexual experiences are a huge turn-on for me, but she is embarrassed, and seems ashamed to tell me about them. I finally talked her into writing about them, and the following is her story about her her first experience.
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Becky
My name is Becky, and this is the story of how I lost my virginity, and started my education about men.
When I was growing up, a girl, her name was Nan, moved into our neighborhood. She was about a year older than me. She wasn't my best friend, but living so close, I spent a lot of time over at her house. She seemed to know a lot about sex. I was so naive, I had never had a boyfriend, so when I had a question about sex, I went to her. She had a brother, Mark, who was a couple years older than me.
Mark was a good-looking guy-- tall, six-foot-four; he was very strong and had broad shoulders; he was captain of the football team. I didn't like Mark; he was arrogant, a know-it-all, and pushy, like he thought he was God's gift to women, and he treated me like a kid, but I grew up. He did attract a lot of girls, he always had girlfriends or new girls hanging around him; in fact, hanging on him.
I'm kind of tall for a girl five-foot-eight, and wieghing one- thirty-five. I have always felt bigger than my girlfriends, and I guess that's why I have always been attracted to tall, powerful-looking men. People say I'm attractive; it does seem that men are always checking me out. My tits back then were overflowing B-cups, pushing out from my thirty-six-inch chest. I never did have much shape, no hips, but I've been told, I have very sexy legs.
Like I said before, I was very naive. I had made out with four or five boys, and although they had all played with my tits, none of them had really excited me, they all seemed to be rough and clumsy. In magazines, I had read how stimulating it was to have a man suck your nipples--none of those boys had even tried that. I was starting to wonder what the big deal about sex was. I was still a senior in high school, I had turned eighteen several months before. I wanted to feel what my friends were all talking about--my body was ripe, and ready to be taken.
Mark and Nan's parents belonged to an organization, and they usually traveled to other cities for weekends. So Mark planned a party almost every weekend. Nan invited me to spend that Friday night at her house. It was a great party, I'm not a big drinker, but I drank some wine, and was feeling pretty good. At around ten o'clock, there were about eight of us out on the deck, talking and laughing. The noise seemed to have settled down, and I noticed it was only Mark and I left out there, standing next to each other, leaning against the house.
Mark slowly turned his body around, putting an arm on each side of me, with his hands on the house, and he kissed me. His lips felt really good on mine and I kissed him back. In just seconds, his tongue was pushing softly against my lips, and l let his tongue into my mouth to explore. I swirled my tongue around his before moving it into his mouth. I couldn't believen; how sweet and gentle he was kissing me, and how good he tasted.
Mark looked in my eyes, and said, "I have wanted to do this for a long time."
I could only moan, as I put my arms around his neck, pulling him to me to resume that luscious kissing. Mark put his arms around me, and softly ran his hands all around my back, then his right hand moved between us as he started to unbutton my blouse. When he had my blouse loose, he moved his hand to my back and with one almost imperceptible motion unclpped my bra.
Mark was not like the clumsy boys who had gotten my bra off before--hewas loving, he was smooth and not in a hurry. He was rubbing my back where my bra had been, and then slowly moved his hand around my side and finally cupped my breast with his huge hand. Mark squeezed my tits with each hand, then took each nipple between his thumb and finger, and gently pinched, pulled and rolled my nipples.
I moaned, "Oh my God," into his mouth.
Mark moved his mouth off of mine and to my neck, kissing, nuzzling, and sucking gently, before moving his mouth down my chest, until it found my left nipple. He sucked and nibbled on my tits. My hips thrust hard from the electric shock which was running from my nipples to my clitoris. My clit tingled and felt like it had an itch. I needed it touched right then!!! Mark knew what I needed and reached between my thighs and pushed on the crotch of my jeans, putting pressure on my clit. I thought I was going to climax--I didn't--but my head dropped to his chest, as I cried out in pleasure.
Mark had known me for years; I told his sister everything--he knew I was still a virgin. I looked at him, he smiled at me. My legs were like rubber, I didn't know if they were going to hold me up. He kind of held me up for a few seconds, then he took my hand, and led me to his bedroom. We had to pass through the corner of the living room to get to his room. My blouse was undone, one of my tits was covered by my bra, the other exposed for everyone to see. Everyone knew where we were headed, and what was going to happen. I didn't care, I needed to feel him.
There was a lamp on, sitting on the nightstand by Mark's bed. Mark sat me down on the bed, he kissed me, and finished removing my blouse and bra. Then he gently laid me back on the bed. He moved to my feet, and removed my shoes and socks. I felt his hands gently rub across my belly, and unbutton and unzip my pants; he grabbed my jeans waistband, I lifted my hips to help him, as he pulled my pants down my leg and off. Then I did it again, as he removed my pink panties.
Mark stood at the edge of the bed, just staring at my body; after nearly a minute, he said, "God, you'reg beautiful."
This was my first time ever being naked in front of a man; I had always thought I would be self-conscious and embarrassed--I wasn't... I was elated, I reveled, in his gaze of passion and desire.; I loved being naked in front of a man.
As Mark was admiring my body, he removed his shirt, then taking my hand, then pulled me up, putting my body to his, then lovingly kissed me with such passion. My tits felt so good pulled tightly into his sexy chest. Mark pulled the bedding off his bed and laid me down, where I watched him remove his shoes, socks, and then his jeans.
