1.
I guess I was a bit of a late bloomer; I didn't have my first orgasm until I was eighteen years old. I had never been particularly interested in boys and sex and all that. My family wasn't well off, and if I was going to get into a decent university (unlike my sister Valerie who was still living at home and going to community college), I would have to get really good grades. I had tried masturbating before. Everyone said there was nothing wrong with it, that it's totally natural, etc etc. It just didn't do much for me.
So I was caught totally off guard when one night, as I was absently touching myself between my legs, I started to get seriously turned on. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. It was kind of my habit to play with my pussy before I went to sleep; it was relaxing and felt nice. All of a sudden, my petting started feeling really good. I couldn't stop; I didn't want to stop. I could tell that my cunt had gotten really juicy. My clitoris seemed to have swollen until it was the size of a marble. I rubbed and rubbed until waves of pleasure washed all over me like surf at the seashore. So that was orgasm! It was the best feeling ever. I knew then that I had struck gold.
From then on I masturbated almost every day. Sometimes I would give myself two or three orgasms before I went to sleep. I thought about sex a lot. I was very curious. Mom had, of course, explained the mechanics of reproduction and the female body to me when I had first started getting my period. She was a nurse, and had given me a very thorough clinical explanation of sexuality. That was fine, as far as it went; I didn't want to end up pregnant; but I wanted to know about the good stuff.
I wasn't very interested in the boys at school, and frankly they didn't seem very interested in me either. I was kind of a freak. Sometimes I felt like a giraffe dressed up in girls clothing; I was taller than most of the guys in my senior class, and my butt and hips stayed distressingly wide no matter how much I worked out. As if to spite me, my top half was, well I wouldn't say flat, but I had nothing like the bust that my older sister proudly sported. To top things off, I wore glasses, I had broken my nose in a bike accident when I was ten and it was still crooked, and was I always studying, and got 'A's in all my classes. I wasn't exactly a boy magnet.
My friend Jenny lived up the block. We were the same age, and we had been best friends since junior high. Jenny was half Caucasian and half Vietnamese, and still had the body of a little girl. She was short and had curly black hair, and a flatter chest than me. From behind, you might have thought you were looking at a twelve year old boy. Puberty seemed to have passed her over. We had never really talked much about sex, but one evening she called over to our house. "Andrea, come over here! I found something I've just got to show you!"
Jenny had found a stack of old pornographic magazines in a box in her attic, and we looked through one of them that evening while her mom and dad were out. I had giggled and said "Ew gross!" the way I thought she expected me to, but secretly I had been incredibly turned on. I liked looking at the pictures of naked women exposing themselves so shamelessly; I loved their big tits and round asses, even though I thought they should have hairier pussies. There was a spread of two girls doing it to each other, which I had never thought of before, but I realized that I found the notion quite intriguing. Best of all, there had been pictures of a man and a woman actually doing it; having sex. I had never seen a naked man before, and there it was in all its glory, hard dick and all, sliding that big thing into that lucky models pussy-hole. By the time I went home, I was super turned on, all sensitive and juicy, and I couldn't wait to run up to my bedroom and play with my clitty. Maybe I could get Jenny to loan me one of the magazines. Or maybe, just maybe, Jenny would want to act out some of the pictures we had seen.
I hadn't expected anyone to be home at our house. Mom worked nights at the hospital, and Valerie was supposed to be out on a date. Valerie was 21 and she had a steady boyfriend, but she was a "good girl" and had told me before that sex was painful and gross, and that she was going to stay a virgin until she got married. Me, I had no intention of waiting that long. I didn't think that sex was gross at all.
There was a car parked in our driveway that I didn't recognize, but all the lights were off. I quietly let myself in and locked the door after me. I was about to head upstairs to my bedroom when a noise in the living room stopped me in my tracks.
Hardly daring to breathe, I tiptoed up the hallway and peeked in. There on the sofa was my goody-two shoes sister and her boyfriend, Mark.
Mark was 24, tall and slim, with thick rimmed glasses and unruly hair. I had seen him before, and I thought he was really hot. I didn't think he had ever noticed me before; he probably thought I was just a kid.
Mark and Val were on the couch, making out. They were kissing deeply, and Valerie's shirt was open, her bra unsnapped, and her big boobs were totally exposed. Mark was playing with her tits as they kissed, and she seemed to be encouraging him. Her nipples were erect, stiff and red and the size of gumdrops. I had always wished that I could have boobs like hers. From where I was standing in the dark hall, I could see the bulge in the front of Marks pants where his penis was straining to get out.
'I wish I was Valerie right now' I thought to myself. I was rubbing myself through my own pants 'I would be all over that action!'
As I watched, Valerie's skirt seemed to ride up all by itself. I saw her white panties, stretched tight over her pussy. Her legs seemed to spread as Marks' hand found its way down there, petting her through her underwear. I was creaming in my pants.
Suddenly Valerie stopped him. "That's enough!" she said in a voice that left no room for argument. I couldn't believe it! Neither could Mark. He begged, reasoned, and pleaded, but her mind was made up. No more fooling around.
"Besides, my little sister could get home any minute. You don't want her to catch us here like this do you?" My heart thumped in my chest.
"Could you at least give me a handjob?" Mark asked "I'm so turned on, I'm about to come in my pants."
"No way!" Valerie made a face. She relented a little. "I understand that guys have… needs. If you really need to, you can jerk off in the bathroom."
'Jerk off in the bathroom?!' I couldn't believe what a prude my big sister was! And what a waste! What was this totally hot guy doing dating her? He could have any girl he wanted. If only I was the older sister…
It was a split-second decision. Quiet as a mouse, I slipped into the hall bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat.
Mark walked in a couple of heartbeats later. He flipped on the light and closed the door. Then he saw me.
"Andrea!" he hissed "What are you doing here? What did you see?"
"Ssh!" I whispered "We don't have much time. I heard what Val said, and I felt bad for you. I'll give you a handjob."
"What? You're too young!"
"Am not! I'm eighteen." I said, eyeing the bulge in his pants lustfully. "Take it out, I'll show you."
Mark really wasn't in any condition to argue. He unsnapped his jeans, dropping them around his ankles. His hard prick eagerly sprang out of his boxer shorts.
I was a little surprised at how big it was. All that was supposed to fit up inside your pussy? Still, it looked really nice. I wrapped my hand around it. My fingers barely reached around its girth. It was scalding hot in my hand. He was rock hard and quivering. The mushroom shaped head was bright purple, and oozing clear liquid from his pee-hole. Tentatively I stroked him. I was surprised at how silky soft he was, despite being so hard. It felt really good to touch him. His balls were drawn up tight. 'How weird' I thought 'To have so much stuff hanging out between your legs!'
"Hurry up!" he whispered "I don't want Valerie to get suspicious."
It didn't take long. I loved stroking his cock. It made me feel incredible; powerful and sexy. I mashed my thighs together as I jerked him off, squishing my swollen cunt-lips together. I squeezed his penis hard and moved my hand as fast as I could. Suddenly it happened. He half moaned, half growled, and his entire body went rigid as he squirted glob after glob of pearly white juice out of the end of his penis.
"Don't stop" he whispered as I milked his softening prick. More and more leaked out. Of course I knew that sperm came out of a guys penis, but I had never imagined that it would be so much, or so forceful. How cool! It had gone everywhere; onto the wall, onto the toilet, on the floor, on my hand. I tasted a little. Not bad, a little salty.
"Mark, are you done yet?" Valerie was just outside the bathroom.
He kissed me softly on my head. "I'm just cleaning up. I'll be out in a sec!"
"Hurry up!" my sister said from out in the hall "I've got to go to the bathroom."
Mark and I hurriedly mopped up his semen with toilet paper and flushed the evidence down the toilet. He kissed me again, on the forehead. Then I hid behind the shower curtain.
