I don't know why I did it. I just got caught up in the moment I guess.
I had been dating Steve for almost six months and while we had fooled around we hadn't gone all the way. I started out giving him hand jobs, and let him cum on my breasts, but soon began sucking him off. The first time I gave him a blow job he even came in my mouth. From then on, he really liked doing that. I wasn't ready to swallow, so I always spit it out in a towel. He had rubbed my pussy a lot and even went down on me a couple of times. I really liked when he did that because he'd usually make me orgasm.
My birthday was fast approaching and I wanted it to be special. I had decided to give myself to Steve.
The afternoon before it was to happen, I had my blonde hair permed. I painted my finger- and toenails a bright red and got matching lipstick. I had decided to wear my white cotton panties, but no bra, and a short white dress.
On the night of my birthday, my parents were out of town for the weekend so we had a big party at my house. A lot of people showed up and couple of them had even brought kegs.
Before too long, Steve and I were really wasted. I lead him back to my bedroom and we lay on the bed making out. Soon, his finger was rubbing my clit and I had his cock in my hand. It all felt so good. We got undressed and, since I wasn't on the pill, I rolled a condom onto his erection.
We continued making out, touching each other, but Steve seemed really out of it. He said he had to lay back for a minute. A moment later, he had passed out! I was so disappointed and still horny!
So I stretched out, shut my eyes, closed my legs a bit and slipped my fore- and middle- fingers between my legs. I began rubbing myself with fast but steady strokes. I wanted to cum so bad.
Then I heard a noise so opened my eyes slowly, looking toward the bedroom door. There was somebody standing in the doorway, I could see him lit by the hall light. I thought it was kind of hot; not even Steve had watched me masturbate. I closed my eyes and continued.
As I moved my hand up and down over my clit, I could hear the door opening, then the sound of somebody moving around! This really turned me on. Whoever it was wanted a closer look!
But soon I felt a hand push my hair back behind my ear and a warm tongue was then slipping into my ear. A hand cupped one of my small breasts and I opened my eyes immediately to see it was Darnell, a really built football player from school who I was crushed on since like 9th grade! I couldn't believe this was happening. Steve was great and all but Darnell was so hot. It got me wet just thinking about him -- and me together. I caressed his face with my hands and we kissed.
Soon, I felt his hand against my pussy. It was his fingers now working my clit. He was telling me how hot I looked, how much it turned him on to watch me masturbate. How badly he wanted to fuck me. I looked down at his hard-on and so knew I was going to be fucked that night, but not by my boyfriend. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact I was so crushed on Darnell or maybe I just got caught up in the moment. I don't know.
I looked over at Steve, he was still out cold. I spread my legs and Darnell knew what to do. He climbed on top of me and slowly pushed his way into my virgin pussy. It hurt a little as he went in but he started with slow strokes and, soon, the pain gave way to pleasure.
I looked into his eyes as he fucked me, my hands clasped around his neck. I spread my legs as far as I could and rested my ankles on his ass. He began going a bit faster and it felt great. He told me how tight I was, how good it felt to be inside of me. I closed my eyes and begin to enjoy the moment.
Soon, I felt his hands grab first one of my arms and then the other. He held my arms down, at the wrists, on the bed and continued to work his cock in and out of me at an increasingly faster rate.