The Seduction of Beth

This is a work of fiction. This story involves an innocent high school senior losing her virginity when she is seduced by a guy she had been chatting with online. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.

My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.

Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

My name is Beth. I had been talking with a guy (Ted) in the internet chat rooms and then in private video chat for several weeks. Ted lived in the same city I did, so we knew a lot of the same places. He seemed like a really nice guy, and I was falling for him. Then, one night he asked if I would like to watch a movie and maybe have dinner with him.

I was a senior in high school, and Ted was in his early forties, and I didn't think that anything long-term could come from it. However, I had really come to like and trust him, so I said yes. Besides, I wasn't very popular at school, and none of the boys ever paid any attention to me. I had never actually been out on a date. We made the date, and the next Saturday he picked me up at the agreed location (a local mall) in his car.

I was a little surprised when we ended up at his house instead of a restaurant and theatre, but he said he thought it would be better to watch a video and get to know each other better. That sounded OK to me. When we arrived at his house, he drove his car right into his garage, and the garage door closed behind us.

He opened my car door for me (I was impressed), and we went into the house. There was soft music on, and scented candles burning, so the mood was really set to turn me on and it worked. We had a wonderful dinner (I was amazed that he knew how to cook like that) with some wine (my first), and then we went to watch the movie.

It turned out that his big-screen TV was in his bedroom, so we kicked off our shoes and laid on the bed to watch the movie. He had a king size bed with lots of pillows piled up against the headboard, so we leaned against the pillows and watched while we (mostly I because he kept filling my glass) drank more wine.

We were soon talking and paying more attention to each other than to the movie, and at one point, he leaned over and gently kissed me. It was my first real kiss with a man. Ted smelled and tasted so good that I had butterflies in my tummy. He looked into my eyes, and then kissed me again, this time longer and more passionate than the first.

We proceeded to make out on the bed, kissing and feeling each other's' bodies, and pretty soon my blouse was unbuttoned and coming off me. I hadn't really even thought about the possibility of this when I made the date with him, but everything felt so good, and his words were so calming, that I didn't resist him at all as he removed my blouse.

I thought we might do some petting, but that was all. Then my bra came off, and he started kissing and suckling my breasts. I gasped. I was quickly losing all sense of reality as he suckled my nipples, and soon I was just floating in a cloud of pleasure.

He continued to suckle my nipples and nibble on the soft flesh surrounding them. Even as he paid so much attention to my breasts, his hands were also busy below, and soon my skirt and then my panties came away leaving me naked beneath him. I'm not even sure how that happened. I just suddenly realized that I was completely naked. However, before he removed my panties, he pulled out the covers on the bed and slid me in between the sheets.

There was a big, fluffy towel under me (which should have given me a clue as to what was coming), the bed was warm, and I felt I was still floating in a warm dream. While he continued to kiss and suckle my breasts, his hand was also caressing me between my legs. When it came into contact with my clitoris, another wave of pleasure swept over me. I was a little worried about where this might go, but I rationalized that it was OK. Everything felt so good, and I thought that I could stop him anytime I wanted, if it got to be too much.

Finally, he kissed his way down my tummy until he was kissing and licking my vulva. That surprised me, but it gave me the most pleasurable feelings I have ever had, and he was soon sucking my clitoris and slowly sliding his finger into my vagina.

When his finger actually entered my vagina, it was the first time that I really thought seriously about the situation I was in. I was getting worried, but it felt so good that I couldn't bring myself to make him stop. Besides, I guess the wine had done its job, and I was mellow enough to be happy to do anything he wanted. Yes, I was buzzed.

A couple of times, getting his finger pressed against my hymen and caused me some discomfort, but then he avoided my hymen and finally brought me to climax. I was vaguely aware that he had removed his own clothes, but I'm not sure when he removed them. So much of what happened that night was unclear to me later. I was mostly concentrating on the intense pleasure he was giving me and making myself and my body available to him.

As soon as I started to climax, he slid up over me to kiss me on the lips, and the next thing I felt was him sliding his cock around in my juices over my vulva. Then, he settled the head of his cock into my vaginal entrance and slowly pushed his cock into me until it came up against my hymen.

I felt a pressure build inside me as he pressed against my hymen with his cockhead. I winced and groaned into his mouth. His mouth was covering mine in a deep kiss, or I would have screamed as he withdrew a little and then quickly drove his cock through my hymen and deep into my vagina. The pain I felt was like a bright flash of light going off in my brain ... intense but short-lived.

He continued to kiss me while he lay there on me, with my vagina completely impaled by his cock and my thighs thrown wide open. There were tears running down my cheeks that he quickly kissed off, but he was talking to me softly and kissing me all over my face and neck as the pain went away. I was confused and worried but happy at the same time. Even though I had never seen him as somebody with whom I might have a long-term relationship, it appeared that I had found a man to love me.

I couldn't believe that I had just lost my virginity, but I was still feeling the effects of the overwhelming climax I had just experienced minutes before, and as I moved a little under him, strange feelings radiated from my tummy. He slipped his cock out just a little, only to slide it back in again. Then, there were a few more exploratory strokes into my depths.

Slowly, Ted started to lengthen his strokes until he was sliding almost all the way out before thrusting his cock back into me. Every time, he would push in until his cockhead would press tightly against the end of my vagina (against what I assumed was my cervix). Before long, I was pushing back at him, causing our pelvises to slap together every time he bottomed out in me. It seemed like he was going deeper with every stroke, and the tingling in my tummy was building every time he pressed into me.

The pain was almost completely gone, and I was beginning to really enjoy what he was doing. My vagina responded by producing a large amount of lubrication, which made it easier for his cock to slide in and out of me. He was now kneeling between my legs, and with his weight no longer on me, I could look between us and actually see the length and thickness of his cock (it was a lot bigger than I had thought cocks would be) disappearing completely into my pussy with every thrust.

Before that, I had not actually seen his cock, and I was amazed that this monster was fitting into my tiny vagina. But disappearing into me time-after-time it did. Of course, my vagina wasn't as tiny as it had been a few minutes before, and his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of me, covered in what I assumed must have been my lubricating juices and my blood.

He continued to thrust his cock into me for a long time, while all the time my clitoris was rubbing up against his swollen, stiff cock every time it entered into me. The pleasure kept building until it felt like my insides were simultaneously contracting and letting go, and I was overwhelmed in pleasure. It was like a thousand fireworks going off in my brain all at once.

While this was happening, I could feel his cock pushing even more deeply into my vagina, like it was straining to break through another barrier, and then Ted was gasping above me with his eyes were rolling back in his head and had a strained look on his face and neck. I'll never forget that look of ecstasy on his face.

I knew he was shooting his semen deep into me, and even as I was still climaxing, I began to worry about becoming pregnant, but there was nothing I could do. When he was totally spent in me, his body collapsed over mine and covered me in a blanket of warmth. We were both struggling for air. For the first time since we had kissed, he spoke to me. He said, Wow. Are you OK?" I nodded that I was, although I was actually very worried about him making me pregnant.

Ted saw the worried look on my face, and asked me what was wrong. I told him, and he quickly reassured me that I wouldn't get pregnant. First, he asked when my last period had finished, and he determined that I wasn't in a fertile time.

Then, he also told me that he had been to Europe on a recent trip, and that he had some pills I could take that would ensure that I wouldn't conceive. I was very relieved. He popped out of bed and into the bathroom, and I heard water running. Then he returned with a glass of water and a pill, and gave it to me to take. I did. After I took the pill with the glass of water, he put the glass on the bed stand and slid in next to me to snuggle.

He thanked me for giving him my virginity, and even though I hadn't really expected what had actually happened, I was still feeling pretty good from my climaxes, and I snuggled into his chest, and thanked him for making it so pleasurable. He asked me if I would like to get in his Jacuzzi, and we sat in there for about a half hour before we got back into the bed for a second round. This time, of course, I knew what to expect, and I enjoyed every minute of it.

By the time he took me home that evening, I was feeling like melted butter. We met again a few more times that month and the next, but one time, while he was in the kitchen and I was left in the master bedroom by myself, I looked into his closet and found a bunch of dresses and blouses and then looked in the drawers of one of the dressers in the master bedroom and found more women's clothing and underwear. Of course, that caused me to look even deeper.

I had finally figured out that he was actually married and that we had been having sex in their marriage bed, so I confronted him and broke it off. He tried to explain it that his wife took a lot of trips out of state to visit her sick mother, and he was left at home alone a lot to fend for himself. He said that she had forgotten him and that their sex life was non-existent.

He tried his hardest to convince me that we could make it work even though he was married, but I didn't want that. Eventually, after I convinced him that it was over, he took me back to the mall where we always met and dropped me off. I was heart-broken and wasn't sure if I would ever get over it. Luckily, I didn't get pregnant. That would have totally ruined my life. The next fall, I started at the local university, and found out that there were plenty of guys who found me attractive.