Where it happened: Parents house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I had an older sister named Sarah who went to college out of state. She would come home to stay during the summer and on holidays, but I didn’t see her that much.
Her sophmore year she brought her boyfriend home with her. His name was Alan and my mother and father both approved of him a short while after they got to know him. Alan was incredibly good looking and had a great physique, and needless to say, I had a huge crush on him.
He would flirt with me, but never anything serious really. I was very mature for my age and didn’t really have any other friends at that time, so I spent most of my time at home in our backyard pool.
Sometimes Sarah and Alan would join me, and when they did we always horsed around a lot. One day when my sister was laying out Alan was in the pool with me when I noticed something. I was wearing a small bikini that I had almost outgrown and I couldn’t help but notice Alan staring at me.
I was embarassed at first, but eventually I really enjoyed it. I began to swim and move in ways that I thought would show off my body, something that I had never even thought about! Alan told me how ‘mature’ I looked and told me that if he ever broke up with my sister he would go after me.
I started thinking about Alan a lot after that. I went out of my way to be nice to him everytime I saw him, and I truly believed that I was in love with him.
Early one saturday morning my mother had to go to her doctor for some reason and Sarah went with her. My father was already out playing golf and I wasn’t allowed to be home alone, so Alan was given the job.
I was so excited that I was nervous, especially when he asked me if I wanted to go swimming!
I was in a rush to pick out the right bathing suit, but I couldn’t really decide. I wanted to look sexy but none of my bikini’s looked all that exciting. Without a thought I raced to my sisters room and picked out one of hers. Right away I grabbed the thong I had seen her with earlier. (My mother had forbid her to wear it-she would’ve KILLED me!)
I was insecure at first, especially with my ass hanging out, but I was very proud of the fact that the top was even tighter than any of mine!
As soon as I went outside Alan noticed what I was wearing. I could feel him looking at me as I dived into the water with him.
“Nice suit,” was all he said.
We swam around for a bit and eventually began to horse around. He would throw me across the pool, dunk me under, that sort of thing. As we continued to play, the contact became more and more physical. I noticed that whenever I was close he would grab me, engulfing my small body in his arms.
Soon we both grew tired, and Alan suggested we go inside and get something to eat. He was fixing sandwitches by the time I got inside. We ate and talked, and he kept saying how good I looked, and each time he did my smile grew bigger.
While we were cleaning up I asked him if he would tell Sarah or my parents that I’d worn the thong. He smiled at me and promised that it’d be our little secret, adding that he
liked the way I looked in it.
I was sort of in a hurry to get the stupid thing washed to keep anyone from finding out I’d worn it, so I walked to the laundry room to take it off. I had already untied the small strings and was halfway out of the top when I realized that Alan was walking behind me.
I was a little scared when I looked at him because he had a really strange look on his face. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, but that he wanted to talk to me. He put his arm around me and walked to my room, then sat next to me on my bed.
I was embarassed because my skimpy top was falling off and was exposing my breasts. To top it off the air conditioning had my nipples standing straight out, a sight that was impossible to miss!
Alan was talking softy to me, the whole time with his arms around me. The next thing I really realized he was pressing his lips against mine!
I thought I was going to die! I was extremely excited, and a little scared at the same time. I had kissed boys before, but never a grown man, and noone had kissed me like he was!
I could feel his tounge on my lips and in my mouth. I tried to do what he was doing, but I was so nervous and full of excited energy that I’m sure I was really awkward.
I was beginning to enjoy his kisses when he slid my top off and immediately grabbed my breasts. I could feel my body begin to stiffen up as I grew more and more tense. I thought I liked what was happening, but it was all going on so fast that I didn’t know.
He laid me down on the bed and was on top of me, sucking on my nipples and kissing down my stomach. I laid back and shut my eyes basically because I didn’t know what else to do.
I could feel his lips on my hip as he pulled the small thong panties from my body. I could feel the color rise in my cheeks as my body temperature rose what felt like a thousand degrees! I had never been this fully naked in front of anyone, male or female, much less a man!
I heard him whisper how bueatiful I was before he did something I would have never imagined. I couldn’t help but open my eyes to look at him to be sure. There was no way that he could be doing what I thought he was doing!
Sure enough, his face was buried in between my legs and he was licking me! Sticking his tounge inside my body while he put his hands under my ass and pulled me closer!
I still couldn’t relax, but the strangest sensation began to rush over me, kind of like a wave. I felt a distant tingling and thats when I realized that what Alan was doing felt nice. I had heard of this sort of thing, but never imagined someone, especially Alan, doing it to me. It had always sounded nasty, but as he continued to lick and suck the more I liked it.
I was laying back beginning to really enjoy what he was doing when he stopped. I opened my eyes just in time to see him fumbling to pull his shorts down. I couldn’t help but stare at the huge pole standing out against his body! He somehow got his shorts over it and off before he got on top of me.
I looked down at the small V-shaped veil of blonde pubic hair that barely covered my vagina and realized that he was going to stick that thing inside me! I could see the red, swollen lips glistening with wetness and wondered how it would fit.
Alan kissed me, (I briefly wondered about this, considering where his mouth had just been, but I was way too shy to say anything.) and whispered how much he wanted me. I could feel his breath heavy on my face and the small beads of sweat on his forehead as he pulled my legs apart and moved between them.
I felt something pushing against me, something like a distant pain. I heard Alan moan right before he ripped me in half.
Well, that’s what it felt like anyway. It felt like there was nothing inside of me but some great burning tear. I don’t really remember anything but being in so much pain. I wasn’t aware of Alan, where I was or anything, just that I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out.
It was as if I was waking up from a dream and really realizing what was happening. Alan was on top of me, panting and sweating, moving up and down while holding my thighs apart with his hands.
He looked down at me and kissed me fully on the mouth. I kissed back, cautiously at first, but as he continued to move on top of me I grew more comfortable.
I started to kiss him, and even wrapped my arms around his back, embracing him as his pace grew faster and more frantic.
I could feel a dull pain inside, but a small tingling somewhere also. I was starting to feel better as he pounded his body on top of mine, making our stomachs clap together.
I heard Alan cry out as his body began to tremble. He buried his face in my neck and began to suck it while he twitched and eventually slowed his rythmic assualt.
After a while he lay still on top of me. He struggled to catch his breath as I gently ran my hands across his back, making lines in his sweat.
Needless to say we had a lot to talk about after that. I was positive that I was completely in love with him. He made me promise to never tell anyone and that he would keep in touch with me no matter what. He spent quite a bit of time trying to explain to me how this would destroy us both if Ianyone found out, especially my family.
I was surprized at the white cream I found spattered all over me and running out of my body. The blood frightened me, but Alan and I cleaned everything up in a hurry.
I could barely walk the next day and was sore for well over a week. Alan went out of his way to be nice to me, and would sneak me a kiss whenever he could.
We weren’t alone again together until the day before he was going to leave with my sister. Sarah and mother had went to the corner store and my father was outside mowing the lawn.
Alan picked me up and kissed me on the mouth, whispering,”We’ve got to hurry.”
I was wearing a summer dress, and Alan pulled it up over my hips in seconds. He laid me on the edge of the bed and pulled my panties off. He continued to stand as he pulled his shorts down exposing his erect penis.
He had trouble getting it inside me at first, but he was very determined, and before I knew it, he was inside me.
It felt different this time, it was sore and I was still too tight. I liked it this time though, and despite the small bit of pain I was enjoying it.
He had his hands underneath my dress playing with my breasts, thrusting inside me. I could hear his familiar panting and knew that he was close to finishing.
I could feel his cock growing inside of me and suddenly I could feel it jumping! Alan moaned as he emptyed himself inside of me for the second time that summer. I was really beginning to like it before he stopped, and I secretly wished that he would have kept on.
It was good that he finished quick to, because just as he pulled up his shorts both my mother and father walked in followed by my sister. I had to spend the rest of the afternoon talking to them not wearing any panites and trying to keep the sperm that was draining from me from getting on my clothes.
After Alan left he did call me and write me a few letters. He stayed with my sister for another year, but broke up with her before she came home again. Alan would still occasionally call me, and he even said he’d drive up to see me, but never did.
It doesn’t matter though, I feel like my memories of Alan are probably nicer than Alan himself. Still, I won’t ever forget my first, or second, time. Thinking back on it I don’t have any regrets-although I still laugh sometimes when I see my sister and think of him!
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