I am 29 years old and I have always known I liked young girls. But not too young, old enough to be developed but young enough to not be legal and therefore seen as taboo. I have suppressed these feelings as much as I can but sometimes feelings leak out, and when the leak starts its not long until the dam bursts, and when that happens you have a whole lotta problems.

My second problem caused my leak, and subsequently my dam bursting. This problem was Jenny.
Jenny moved in next door to me. I live with my wife and we have 2 young boys. It’s a nice neighborhood, the neighbors are friendly and there are things like book clubs and church fetes regularly. There was a reason I chose this neighborhood though. There were no young girls in it. They had all grown up and moved away from home or they were newborn and totally not my type.

My wife has no idea how I feel about pubescent teenagers. So when I told her I chose this area because of how good it would be for the boys to grow up in, she believed me.
One morning the neighbors who lived on our right were just gone, they had packed up their things in the night and just left. This was very strange for such a nice neighborhood but we thought nothing of it. A month later the house had a SOLD sign on the lawn. We all thought it would be great to have some new neighbors and just carried on with our normal business.

The moving truck arrived a week later, I watched in anticipation as the furniture was unloaded and taken into the house, they appeared to be a young couple, and maybe setting up home in a new neighborhood so they could start a family. All very nice and lovely.

What I didn’t count on is that they had a daughter. Her name is Jenny. She’s 15 years old and she made my heart skip a beat when I first saw her. She is about 5,4 with blonde hair and blue eyes. She has the cutest butt ever, all round and small and she has a wiggle that makes me think she already knows men look at her. Her breasts are just forming, they aren’t huge but sufficient. She wears a training bra and the cutest little outfits that show off her developing womanly curves. I can see that she dresses to impress, and she impressed upon me I can tell you.

I didn’t see much of Jenny over the next couple of weeks while they were setting up their house, but we made friends with her parents who were very nice people. My wife and I had them over for drinks in the evening and we all chatted about the normal things that parents talk about. Boring stuff in other words. Work, shopping, books…yada yada yada. Eventually the topic of children came up, and we told them about our sons and they talked about Jenny. It turns out that I was right in thinking they were a young couple, far too young to have a child of 15. It turns out that she was adopted because her biological mother had left her at 9 years old with her sister and her then boyfriend. They had become the lovely neighbors next door to us.

They told me and my wife that they had not had a night out in 6 years as they had to make sure that Jenny was looked after and not getting into any kind of trouble. My wife did the polite thing and offered to look after Jenny one night so they could go out and have a date night. I obviously thought this was a fantastic idea. I hid my enthusiasm very well. I could tell that this offer struck a chord with her adopted parents.

Over the next month I kept catching tantalizing glimpses of Jenny, she was delectable and I often locked myself in the bathroom and imagined cumming inside of her young sexy body. I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying out in ecstasy as I imagined cumming over her tits and watching her look up at me with a smile on her face and a sexy giggle.

Eventually the offer of babysitting came back to us. They told us that it was their 3 year wedding anniversary next Saturday night and they wanted to go out for a meal and then to a hotel. I knew that my wife would be out of town that weekend with the kids because it was her Mums birthday. (Her Mum didn’t like me, she thought I was a pervert. If only she knew) Knowing she was out of town didn’t stop me from agreeing that I would go into their house and keep an eye on Jenny for them, so that she didn’t get into any trouble. I felt my cock filling with blood at the concept of being around Jenny all night, so close that I could smell her. Taste her.

I went to work that week with a spring in my step. Maybe I should tell you what I do for a living. I work with elderly people in a care home. I feed them, bathe them and administer their medication. I’m not sure when exactly the idea came into my head, but it made me so excited I nearly cum in my pants there. What if I was to steal some strong sleeping pills from work and slip them to Jenny in her glass of milk before bed? This thought excited me so much I went and had a wank in the toilets again. Bashing myself so hard and fast that I thought I was going to explode. And man did I. I cum so hard that it shot out of my hard cock and splashed against the door of the stall I was in. I knew I just had to do it.

Soon the babysitting gig came around. I went over and was introduced to Jenny informally and she smiled at me politely and then went up to her bedroom. Her parents handed her over to me and then they left to go to the restaurant. I was so nervous my legs were shaking. I kept myself busy by sitting and watching the game and having a few beers to gain the courage. Then it got to 9:30 and Jenny finally surfaced.

“Hey kid, dya like football?” I said to her as she came and sat down on the chair opposite me.
“Nah not really. I just wanted to come down and ask if I could have a glass of milk” She smiled at me and my heart quickened, and because my heart quickened my cock got hard faster, I crossed my legs so she couldn’t see and nodded in approval of her glass of milk idea.
“I’ve just got to go brush my teeth. Would you pour it out for me and leave it on the side?” She asked getting up and starting towards the bathroom.
“Sure I will kid”

She wrinkled her nose at me and told me not to call her kid, she’s a woman now. This got my cock harder and harder until it was almost too hard to keep it in my trousers. It hurt like a bitch.

She went to the bathroom and I could finally get up and go make her a glass of milk. I rearranged myself so my cock was down my trouser leg and not so painful or noticeable. First of all I took 2 of the sleeping pills out that I had stolen. I crushed them with a spoon and then poured the powder into her glass and then poured milk on top of it. I mixed it with the spoon after so she couldn’t see that I had put anything into it. Then giving the glass one final longing look I went back into the living room and sat down with my beer and continued watching the football.
I waited in anticipation for 10 minutes before she resurfaced again. She ignored me and went straight to the kitchen to get her glass of milk. I watched in the TV’s reflection as she picked it up and took a deep swig of it. My cock pumped harder. She walked into the lounge and gave me a big milky smile that made my heart thump again. She said goodnight and then went upstairs.

10 minutes later I got up from my chair and slowly noiselessly made my way upstairs to her bedroom. She still slept with a light on so I could see her sleeping body outlined under her thin sheets. Her glass of milk hadn’t even been finished, but she had drunk about 3 quarters of it. I walked into her room silently and stood beside the bed looking into her beautiful sleeping face. She breathed deeply, proving that she was sound asleep. But to make sure I called her name softly, then a little bit louder until finally I was shaking her roughly and shouting her name at the top of my voice. Nothing. Good.

I pulled her covers down first off all, teasing myself with the anticipation, unveiling her body slowly. She wore a tiny vest top, covering her lovely breasts, and riding up over her flat smooth stomach, showing her belly button. She also wore a pair of small pink shorts that made her look so sexy I could have ripped them off right there and then.

I reached out and lifted her vest top up slightly, still cautious so as not to wake the drugged sleeping sex goddess. Her nipple popped out from under her top, all pink and hard. Her breast was smooth and bigger than I remembered. Maybe they had grown. I took a handful of each of them and caressed them. Making her grunt softly in her drugged sleep. I finally slid my hand slowly down her flat sexy stomach to her little shorts. I gripped the waist band and slid them down her slender legs until her full young pussy was released. It was a magnificent sight. She was amazing. I could barely contain myself. I slipped my trousers down and took my raging hard on into hand. I pumped it slowly at first, taking in the entirety of her sleeping body and getting quicker until I felt my balls contracting and filling my cock with cum. I released it and thick streams of cum flew out onto her stomach, covering her in my hot sticky man juice. And still she slept on.

I stood there breathing heavily. I knew tonight was going to be fun.

I looked at her flat stomach moving with her breathing, covered in my hot cum. I was so turned on I didn’t even go soft. I just stayed rock hard throughout.

I looked down at her pussy lips and knew that I had to get my cock in there now. If I didn’t then I would go insane with passion and lust.

I pushed her onto her back, her drugged form still sleeping deeply. I opened her legs wide and positioned myself between them. My cock sticking straight towards her hot young pussy. Begging to be let in.

I inched closer, watching her face all the while, making sure she was deep under before I did what I was going to do. I inched closer to her until I felt my thick hard cock pressed against the opening to her pussy. I pushed and let out a sigh of lust as I felt my head pop inside of her. I slowly pushed deeper until I reached some resistance.

I was expecting this and pulled back slightly and then forced my way through as quick as I could. She cried out in pain in her sleep which made me freeze for a second, my rock hard cock still inside of her. But luckily the pills were still working and she settled back into sleep.

Soon it became easier, her pussy lubricated from her own cum which made me even harder thinking that I was turning this 18 year old on. I pumped in and out of her quicker and quicker, burying my thick hard shaft deep inside of her, my balls were slapping against her ass, and in her sleep she cried out in orgasmic pleasure until finally I felt her shuddering underneath me. I gave myself a congratulatory pat on the back as I realized I had just given her her first orgasm. Her titties were bouncing with my thrusting, and I watched them hungrily, forcing my cock deeper and deeper until my full 7 inches were inside this little teen. I felt my balls contracting and I realized I was going to cum….I pushed into her a couple more times and then forced myself as deep inside of her as I could possibly go.

I released my cum into her tight little pussy, filling her up with my man seed.

I stayed there for about 20 minutes, slowly losing my erection. I loved the feel of her velvety pussy clutching my cock like it never wanted to give it up. Eventually I pulled out and my cum came pouring out with it, it run down her pussy and made a pool on the bed beneath her. This turned me on again and my cock got hard one more time. I moved around to the side of the bed and took myself into hand and started fisting my cock again. I stared at her sleeping face and noticed her mouth was slightly open. This got me wondering if she had ever given a blow job. I figured if she was going to lose her virginity tonight she might as well lose her mouth virginity too.

I knelt onto the bed beside her and pushed my cock towards her mouth. I pushed it to her lips and felt the fantastic sensation as she licked the end of it in an unconscious reaction. I pushed it into her mouth, it slowly opened up as I forced my hard cock into it, until I could feel her sensuous tongue against my rock hard cock. I pushed it deeper until I heard her gag in her sleep, I pushed it deep again and she gagged another time. I loved the sound so I carried on pushing it as deep as I could, listening to this 13 year old sex toy gagging on my rock hard cock. It turned me on so much knowing that she wouldn’t know that she had done all these amazing things.

I felt my balls boiling again not long after this, watching my cock from the outside making her throat bulge and look deformed was so sexy I just couldn’t hold my cum in any longer. I burst again inside of her mouth, making her gag another time. Feeling my cock pump liquid sex into her mouth. I loved the feeling and watching her choking in her sleep, she swallowed as an automatic reaction to the overload of liquid in her mouth and I almost cum again just watching.

I eventually knew that my fun was over and I had to clean her up before she woke up. I cleaned her pussy with some tissue paper from the bathroom and mopped the cum up off of her chest. There was little I could do about the cum left in her mouth but hoped she’d assume it was morning breath or something when she woke up.
I looked at her one more time after I had cleaned her up and knew that I would have these images in my head forever more. I would always remember this night.

Little did I know that I would have a more physical memory of tonight than I imagined.

A few months later I saw her coming out of her house in her school uniform, which still never failed to give me wood. And I noticed something. Her stomach was swollen. I stared at her in lust as I realized what must have happened that night. Over the months I watched her stomach growing and growing until she looked like she was pregnant with quintuplets. On the 15th March this year she gave birth. Not only 2 1 baby, but to twins. She named them Cody and Coral. And she called them her little miracles. If only she knew.

My friends call me Pete or Pedey. Some of you will know Kim is my sister. She seemed to turn off boys after her experience at The Pines or, at least, off my friends. Maybe she’d only done what she had with them to have something to brag to her girlfriends about.

I came of age, sexually, the same summer she did. It was on an equally hot day. Kim was out somewhere and my friends and I decided to go to the river by ourselves, planning to swim at Bartons Rock (where there were likely to be other teens) and, in the back of our minds, hoping to get lucky.

In my case, that would be doing anything more than just kiss a girl.

The swimming hole was at the end of a twisting dirt road. There was only a small parking area and it was full when we arrived. I had to stop my mother’s car at the end of a row of other dusty vehicles on the verge beside the tall forest trees.

We all climbed out. There was the fresh smell of countryside and, in the distance, the sounds of splashing, and the hoops and hollers of kids enjoying themselves. The noise was louder than the cackle of cicadas around us.

There were no changing sheds. My friends and I got into our togs standing by the car, not too concerned about the possibility of someone else arriving. There were flashes of male organs and dark pubic hair, and then my friends were ready to walk down the road to the riverbank. “Coming?” Al asked me. The others paused in their tracks. “I’m just going for a leak first.” “Do it in your togs in the river, ” Chandler suggested. “No one’s going to notice.” “You guys go ahead. I won’t be long.”

They took off without further encouragement. Feeling the urge to pee more strongly than ever, I locked the car and then located an offshoot of the track to The Pines. I could have just gone at the edge of the trees and hoped no one came along, but modesty (about peeing at least) made me seek cover further in.

There was a set of rapids between The Pines and Bartons Rock and I could hear the roaring sound of rushing water before I found a patch of suitably dense undergrowth I could use as a barrier behind which to relieve myself. With a sense of urgency, I ducked and pushed my way through it. Unexpectedly, I came out into a small clearing where, just above the ground, a fallen tree was still held up by its broken branches. There were clothes thrown over the prone trunk.

I wasn’t alone – there was a girl. We both froze. Bright sunlight came down through the break in the canopy, lighting her body. It was the loveliest I’d ever dreamt of seeing. She had been using the cover of the surrounding vegetation to change into her swimsuit. It was one-piece and figure hugging. She had it pulled most of the way up, and had been about to put an arm through a shoulder strap. Her breasts were still bare.

She recovered from her surprise, grabbed her towel off the tree trunk, and held it against her chest. We’d instantly recognised each other, being in the same class at school. Her name was Susan. I’d occasionally caught her glancing at me during lessons, seeming interested. I’d wanted to ask her out, but shyness had left me admiring her from afar, unless my sexual fantasies count. She’d been supplanted in them only after I saw Kim naked at The Pines.

I hadn’t wanted to have incestuous feelings about Kim, but the memory of what I’d seen her do was a greater sexual stimulus than anything I could ever imagine. So, yeah, lately I’d jerked off thinking about my own sister instead of Susan.

“Have you been watching me?” The accusation, and the after-image in my head of her naked breasts, made me flush guiltily. “No, ” I said. “Did you follow me from the car park?” I denied that too. “I just came in here by accident.” Her blue eyes took in that I had a towel over one bare shoulder and that my swimming trunks were dry. “Why?” “I needed to …” “What?” Her short, wavy-blonde hair distracted me. “You wanted to do what, ” she persisted. “You know.” Her back stiffened. “I don’t know what boys need to go into the bushes to do.” “Take a leak, ” I blurted, blushing more deeply because I knew what she was implying. “Oh, ” she said, her lips matching the sound. “Sorry I surprised you. I didn’t expect to see anyone.” “But you saw me.” Her eyes got a teasing twinkle in them.

A different urge replaced the one in my bladder; this time it had shifted to my groin. I was alone with the girl of my fantasies. She was wearing a revealing swimsuit and modestly holding a towel over her otherwise bare breasts. She hadn’t screamed when I stumbled on her, nor had she subsequently told me to leave. Either she was sexually experienced (like my sister had seemed to me to be) or, for some other reason, wasn’t scared by the situation she was in. Maybe curiosity had gotten the better of her.

She added, “You could pretend I’m not here and do what you were going to do.” The suggestion was the last thing I’d expected. Maybe she thought I needed that bad to relieve myself. I checked, “You want me to pee in front of you?” Because she was a girl, I ’d softened it from “take a leak”. She was looking at my crotch. Maybe what she really wanted was to see my cock, I figured, or maybe to humiliate me by leaving before I got it all the way out.

“I didn’t say I was going to watch.” Her eyes lifted, “But if I did, you wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?”

Even if the urge came back (much as I wanted it to if she was genuine) I wasn’t sure I could do it in front of a girl – anymore than she could in front of me, I was sure – though the idea made my cock swell even more.

“I wouldn’t tell anyone, ” I heard myself saying. I wondered if the summer heat had affected all the girls of the town the same way. Yet, if she was genuinely attracted to me, it seemed a strange thing for her to want me to do in front of her. Maybe it was just spur of the moment.

“Or maybe you’re too shy, ” she teased me with a grin. I figured it out. “So you were just kidding.” “Perhaps I only wanted to find out what sort of boy you are. Or maybe I might have watched and then sent you on your way.” She looked momentarily coy. We stared at each other until she became disconcerted. “If you’ll turn round now I’ll finish getting my swimsuit on.” “I’d rather watch.” My boldness astounded me. She was inquisitive and direct, responding, “Is that because you like me?” “Very much … for quite awhile.” “Why haven’t you ever asked me out?” “I thought you’d say no.” “I wouldn’t have.” My heart leapt. I didn’t know how to respond.

Susan slowly lowered her towel. “You didn’t just say you liked me because you wanted to see these again?” She looked down at her bare breasts. I found my voice, despite what I was seeing. “No. I really like you. Ever since you arrived at school.” Our eyes met. She knew the effect her exposed tits were having on me, and wasn’t shy about it.

Susan could have been Kim’s double in body size, their breasts equally gorgeous. Emotionally, though, I was reacting differently. Seeing Kim’s tits had been a first-time thrill; having Susan let me see hers meant something more.

Responding to the invitation in her eyes, I crossed the gap between us. Her soft lips met mine. I closed my eyes, shutting out everything except the sensation of the kiss. We parted for breath, stared into each other’s eyes in misty attraction, and then brought our lips together again.

When she put her arms around my neck I was reminded she was only half-dressed. I could feel the softness of bare breasts pressed against my chest. It was the most beautiful sensation I’d experienced in my entire life.

Susan’s lips parted. We stole a breath while almost mouth-to-mouth then plunged back into the heady excitement and passionate emotion of our embrace.

I don’t know how long we kept it up, forgetting anything else. It was Susan who reminded me that tongues could participate too. Our lips were barely touching when her tongue slid between my teeth and touched mine. The tips did a kind of involuntary dance together, wetly twining and curling. Sensations of pleasure and delight washed over me. Her mouth opened wider on mine and her tongue plunged deeper. My arms were already about her and I drew her closer, the bursting bulge in my swim-trunks instinctively seeking contact.

I knew I had found the place it belonged as soon as our private parts touched, cloth to cloth. We mutually gasped in a breath then locked together again, lips open, tongue to tongue, grinding our pelvises together in a close approximation of ecstasy.

“Sus-s-an-n!” It was a male voice calling out. We sprang apart as if someone had jabbed us with a cattle prod. “Sus-s-an-n!” The voice was coming closer, from the path.

Susan was shrugging hurriedly into the straps of her swimsuit. “Who is it, ” I whispered. “The boy I came with.” She put her finger to her lips. I knew then she was not preparing to leave me. We held our breaths. The voice went on by and faded. “He’ll organise a search party if he doesn’t find you, ” I said practically, before I could stop myself. “Didn’t you come with someone?” “Just some other boys. They probably won’t miss me until they’re ready to go.” “Oh.” “Do you like this guy you’re with?” I probably had no right to ask. “It’s a first date.” Her eyes met mine. “I wouldn’t have gone on it if you’d ever asked me out.” Her whispered words made my heart swell with the beginnings of a real attachment for her.

“Sus-s-an-n!” The boy was coming back along the track. “I’ll go and speak to him.” Susan stepped around me, ignoring my stunned reaction. She pushed her way through the undergrowth and shrubbery towards the approaching voice.

A little later Susan emerged back in the clearing, looking serious. “What did you tell him?” “That I wasn’t feeling well and that I was going to lie down for a while out of the sun.” Seeing how beautiful she was (or that was how she seemed to me) I could believe her mystery boyfriend not wanting to fall out with her on a first date by arguing. “Won’t he come back?” I realised we were on borrowed time “No. I said I’d go down to the waterhole once I felt better.” Susan’s look held my gaze. It told how she felt about me.

I watched her lower the straps of her swimsuit then come towards me to sit at my side on the rough bark of the fallen tree. I could see the mounded tops of her breasts when she sat. Only the tips were holding up her swimsuit.

She reached over, took my hand – lifting it as her lips came towards mine – and placed it in the top of her swimsuit. My brain seemed to split in two, half of it aware of her lips corresponding with mine, and the other half devoted to what my hand felt. There was a rubbery nubble surrounded by swelling softness under a cover of velvet skin.

Okay, so no words can really describe it, especially that first time.

My wrist accidentally brushed the top of the swimsuit out of the way, exposing her breast. We stopped kissing and both looked down at where my hand was holding her.

I felt frozen, not knowing what to do next. Then I remembered my friends with their hands on my kid sister’s tits, and how they had manipulated them. I looked into Susan’s eyes and instinct took over, her shallow breathing deepening in response to my touch.

We kissed again. All the time, I was holding her breast, squeezing it gently, the nipple pressing into my palm. I slipped my tongue back into Susan’s mouth. Her tongue retreated coyly. Then it became assertive with mine, pushing it back between her teeth so that just the tips touched in a passionate kiss of their own. We sucked in fresh forest air. Teasing, her tongue pounced on mine. It was oral foreplay like I’d never experienced it before!

As our kiss deepened, she thrust her breast against my hand.

Her eyes were misty as they opened after we came up for another breath. “Play with my nipple, ” she begged. My hand, it seemed, wasn’t the first she’d invited.

Were all girls precocious like Kim, I wondered momentarily.

Going with the flow, I let my fingers draw out to a funnel over the tip of Susan’s breast. Squeezing gently on the nipple, unsure of how much pressure I should use, I drew it outwards. Susan let out a little gasp. “Did I hurt you?” I was suddenly all concern and remorse. “No.” The word quavered. “I liked that.” I kept doing it, feeling her respond and grow between my fingers. I almost felt frustrated when her nipple wouldn’t stand out any further. Then she gently drew my head towards her. I knew what she wanted me to do, and this time she groaned at the first sensations.

While I was sucking her nipple, like a novice Don Juan, my hand found something else to do, exposing her other breast and caressing its tip. Her hand stroked my head, and her chest thrust out, eager for stimulation.

I thought no physical sensation could be more beautiful, and then I felt her other hand push into the waistband of my shorts. It played with my pubic hair. After a few breathless seconds, her fingertips gradually worked downward, making first contact with the stiff base of my cock. They lingered there for a second then drew back, as if suddenly frightened by what they’d touched.

I lifted towards her fingertips, dying to make contact with them again, my mouth still on her nipple but no longer sucking.

The ends of her fingers made contact again. I felt rock-hard where they touched. Her thumb and forefinger explored, testing my girth, then withdrew shyly. Her hand came free of my shorts.

I straightened up and we stared at each other. “Do you want to …” I knew from the way she said it, and looked at me, what she meant. I countered, “Do you?” “I don’t know.” She swallowed. “I haven’t done it before.” My heart leapt to my throat as I admitted, “I haven’t either.” “Do you want me?” My insides lurched. “With all my heart and soul!” I think something happened inside her too, the way her expression changed. I didn’t want to do it just for the sex, and nor did she. I really cared about her.

Our lips met slowly in a tender kiss, her nipples brushing my chest. “You’ll have to show me what to do, ” she said.

I had no idea. Kim hadn’t let the boys go as far as fucking her. Didn’t a girl’s entrance need to be stimulated, somehow, before she could make love, I tried to recall.

My head filled with the picture of my friends licking Kim between the legs after she presented herself to them on her back. I didn’t want to shock Susan by suggesting we go there.

I’d heard some boys claim girls loved having fingers inside them, and sometimes did it to themselves. For a boy, getting them in a girl’s pussy was in the same league as finding the Holy Grail. None of us could imagine vividly beyond that.

Then I remembered Kim had stopped Chandler after he had his finger in her cunt hole. She may not have liked the feel of it, for all I knew, or she may not have wanted to be stimulated any further. Or maybe she just got scared.

I wanted to go back to the familiar joy of kissing Susan and fondling her breasts, but I knew it was time to seek another level of intimacy. I had to do something!

Standing up, I helped Susan off the tree trunk. She stood facing me, looking nervous and holding her swimsuit in case it slipped any further. She wasn’t attempting to cover her breasts though. I just hoped she couldn’t tell how nervous and unsure I was too.

Hiding it, I trampled the undergrowth in front of us then placed our towels side by side over it. She lay down on hers, on her back, and looked up at me. I took off my sandals, standing on one leg then the other, before lying down beside her.

We turned our heads and looked into each other’s eyes. “You can touch me, if you like, ” she said in a little voice.

I wondered if she’d ever said that to anybody else. Jealousy burned inside me for a moment. Then I melted under her gaze, and knew she hadn’t.

I pushed myself up on one elbow, tore my eyes away from the pink nipples on her mounded breasts, and let my gaze drift down to where a triangle of green swimsuit disappeared between her lightly parted thighs.

I bent forward and tentatively let my fingers touch the mounded crest of the triangle. There was springy hair underneath the swimsuit, and hardness when I pushed more firmly – the same hardness I’d felt pressed tightly against me when we stood embracing.

A shiver passed through Susan’s body and made my palm tingle when I felt it.

I looked back at her face. Her lips lifted at the corners in an almost-formed smile of encouragement. Her eyes seemed to shyly say, “Yes.”

I pressed down on her pubic mound, rotating the heel of my hand, unsure if that was what she wanted or not. All I knew was that I was going crazy from the sensation of touching her there.

I noticed her breathing quickening. Then I felt her hand cover mine and push it over the edge. My palm felt incredible softness as her legs magically opened. The sexy, hidden treasure between them was no longer guarded.

Her hand withdrew, leaving mine lightly touching the crotch of her swimsuit, sensing the shape of her private parts underneath.

I became aware she was pushing the top of her swimsuit down over her hips. She exposed her navel then most of her belly, and stopped.

I couldn’t resist the look in her eyes and I kissed her. At the same time, I lifted my hand and cupped one warm breast. She responded hesitantly then with greater passion, groaning into my mouth as my fingers teased her nipple.

She shifted, breaking from the kiss, and then sat up to push the swimsuit the rest of the way down, freeing it by lifting her butt off the towel.

I saw her dark-blonde pubic hair for the first time.

She leant forward and pushed the swimsuit over her knees. From there, she lifted one foot out and used it to kick the garment off her other leg.

She lay back, entirely nude now, watching my eyes adore her.

Even though I’d seen women in “Playboy” – and Kim in the flesh only a month ago – it took nothing away from looking at Susan’s body for the first time without a stitch of clothing on it. She was beautiful and fascinating beyond description!

Her bottom lip trembled. “Do you still want me?” I let my breath out in a rush, “Ever so much!” I couldn’t express how the thought of it caused almost physical pain. “Do you want to … play with me first … down there?” She bobbed her chin towards her belly. My answer must have been in my expression because she parted her thighs and drew her knees higher, opening herself.

I felt frozen and overwhelmed, probably with my mouth agape and looking stupid. “Do you think I look nice … down there?” “There’s no one more lovely!” She smiled, pleased that I’d said it, no longer caring whether it was true or not. “I’m glad you seem to like it so much.”

I realised she wasn’t really wanting me to just look, or to engage me in conversation. She was just chivvying me along.

I remembered her question – do you want to play with me down there first? It rather implied that if I didn’t know what to do, and providing her most intimate parts were being touched, it didn’t really matter.

I sort of recalled that Chandler was kneeling between my sister’s legs when he inserted his finger. It was exciting then – to watch – but in this new context it seemed a disrespectful thing to do. He’d simply poked his finger up as if into the end of a pipe. I didn’t want to do that to Susan.

I just shuffled my position, while I stared soulfully into her blue eyes, and reached out to touch her soft midriff. My hand slid over her tummy and down into the start of her crisp pubic hair, caressing her in the same way she had first caressed me.

The enormity of the thought that I was actually touching a girl’s pussy fur bounced around inside my head like an electronic pinball, shooting hot darts of pleasure into my groin. I thought I could hear the ching-ching-ching of each contact with my skull.

Susan’s hips swayed, pushing her pelvis against my hand eagerly. Her eyes told me how aware she was of where I was touching her. If I went any further, I felt certain I’d make a fool of myself. Just having my hand where it was seemed the ultimate! It was giving me more pleasure than I’d ever imagined anything could.

But she’d said, “Play with me.” How did you play with a girl’s thing? How did you make sure you were giving her pleasure too?

I let my fingers slide down through the hair because it seemed the only thing to do. Her body tensed, and I knew nobody else had ever had his hand where mine was heading. She had no experience to compare my attempts with, no matter how fumbling I might be.

I had some idea of her genital anatomy from pictures of shaved pussy I’d seen in magazines. I anticipated the relative position and shape of her outer labia as my fingertips separated and slid onto them. I knew that a girl’s slit (and I did not dare touch Susan’s yet) not only separated her two labia but also enclosed smaller lips and, somewhere low down, the entrance to her vagina. I’d heard the word “clit” bandied about as well, and I knew it was some part of a girl’s pussy that gave her special pleasure – but I could never figure out, from the porn photos, which part it was in all the intricate pink parts that showed when a model was holding herself open.

Through the fur, my fingertips touched the bottom of her labia.

Susan was still tensed, and I was holding my breath. I brought my fingertips together and tentatively drew them back up. I could feel a barrier of hairs, and sense a groove underneath it.

Susan’s eyes had gone wider. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

With my index finger, I traced the line of the depression upwards, and then slid two fingers back down together, trying to part the hair to either side. I found a spot that felt matted and wet, and instinctively concentrated there. The wetness was slippery, and the hair parted as if oiled. My fingertips touched something yielding that was softer than velvet.

The tension in Susan’s body melted away. The part of it I was touching was opening wider under my fingertips. I explored, encountering firm, lubricated flesh.

Susan began trying to slip the ring of her tight entrance on two of my fingers at once – as hard as I was endeavoring, without hurting her, to push them into the hidden depths beyond. She was breathing deeply in a jerky kind of way and her eyes had closed.

The entrance ring yielded gradually, seeming to grow more elastic, and then I was through, my fingers slipping into a yielding sheath that was squishy with wetness.

I was feeling Susan up!

She moaned softly as my palm came up against her pubic mound and my extended fingers investigated everything they could reach inside her. All the time, her entrance was opening wider, letting me further in.

As I stared at Susan’s lovely face a strange sensation came over me – I felt I was going gooey inside, as if all my internal organs had turned to marshmallow. It was incredible what she was letting me do – so overwhelmingly intimate!

Her eyes fluttered open and I melted even more. I exclaimed, overcome, “You’re amazing!”

“Make love to me!”

Her cunt muscles were expelling my fingers. She sat up, pushing me onto my back before starting to pull down the waistband of my shorts. My cock shot up, released as the elastic cleared it. She stared for a long moment and then finished taking off my swim-trunks with my eager help. Straddling my legs – all nude and beautiful – she made me begin to feel how it was to die and go to heaven. Her lovely blue eyes on mine, she reached between her legs to find the shaft of my penis, grasped it, and then guided it to her entrance. Before I could even think about what was happening, she was lowering herself onto the blunt point, enclosing it in juicy softness. I felt the same muscular ring as my fingers had, and momentary resistance, then my cock slid through.

My heart felt as if it had stopped beating and was going to burst, all my nerve endings as if they were concentrated in the one part of my body that was intimately wrapped by hers.

Involuntarily, I started thinking about hymens, wondering if I’d pierced hers as she came down on me. Would she start bleeding? Would the after-pain be more than she could bear? I’d heard the first-time horror stories. I tensed and froze.

“It’s all right, ” she said. “I tore mine a few years ago playing netball.” It was as if our intimate sexual link had let her read my mind. Either that, or she wanted to convince me she was still a virgin in every other way but one.

She lowered her head to kiss me. As her lips touched mine, she let her hips sink down, a reserve of elasticity allowing her to take me all the way up. I felt as if I was part of her, as if our flesh had merged.

My hands, on her back, were stroking its bareness as I responded to her kiss. She broke from the embrace, her breasts lifting to lightly touch my chest, and stared down into my eyes.

Still braced on her arms, she began moving her hips. I felt the taut ring around my cock sliding up the shaft. Just when I thought the head was going to pop out, she slid herself down again. I almost came. I had to fight the burning itch, in some hidden vessel connecting my balls and penis, to gush into her.

Somehow, she understood – perhaps she could see a struggle in my eyes, though I thought they were busy just adoring her – and she stayed still.

The urgent throbbing at the base of my cock ebbed. Then the stretched-tight ring moved up again, causing sensations that were pure magic. When it came down it seemed to go on forever. Her pubic hair merged with mine, her pubic bone grinding against me. The tip of my penis settled in some unyielding space deep inside her.

The next time her hips came down towards me, I thrust up instinctively. She groaned and stopped moving lower. I took over, bridging the space between us by lifting my hips, tightening my butt to plunge all the way in, and then semi-relaxing to pull part way out of her again.

Her gorgeous cunt started gripping my cock as it moved inside her. I made passionate thrusts only a further three or four times before I felt uncontrollable sensations in my groin boiling over. A flood of heat channeled through my loins. Then my cock was jerking, spurting into Susan. She gave a little gasp and sank onto me, grinding her pubic bone wildly.

My hands grasped her soft butt cheeks, holding her on my cock, my hips thrusting up. She bucked and rode me. My cock had gone numb. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and then her back arched. Her breath came out in a long, drawn out sigh. She collapsed on my chest and we lay together.

Between her legs, I felt my limp cock being progressively expelled until it flopped out like a slippery eel.

I realised we were both panting. She rolled off me onto her back, with my arm under her shoulders. I wanted to kiss her lips then her nipples and, more crazily, between her legs. But I lay exhausted, recovering.

Do you still like me?“ Her voice was almost plaintive. I turned my head towards her and it just came out, "I love you!” “I love you too!” Her eyes were warm with emotion, and she twisted over to come into my arms. Her beautiful nude body pressed against me. My cock felt a damp wetness where it touched her. “I’ll always love you, ” she vowed before her lips found mine. A passionate kiss sealed our new commitment to each other.

It was the start of the longest and most beautiful teenage relationship in my life.

Hii, I want to submit a post.
Yesterday I was my first time having sex. I chose an older guy because the guys I knew my age are jerks, they just want sex and do not worry about making you feel comfortable.

So he’s 30 and I’m 18 and that’s ok, he did not made me feel like I had to, he did not threatened me to have sex with him, it was my will, I wanted to have sex with him.

He decided to have breakfast first because I told him I was really nervous. He was such a sweet guy the whole time, he grabbed my hand during breakfast because I was feeling cold. He did not pressured me at all,he even told me that if I didn’t felt comfortable we could only have breakfast. I was feelkkng protected near him so I told him I wanted to.
Then he paid the breakfast and we both started walking to find a hotel nearby, we talked about my previous experiences, blowjobs and that. He told me he wanted to make me feel protected, he felt responsable of my first time being a good experience.

We got to the hotel, which he paid too jaja, there him and I had sex for about 2 hrs. He was asking me if I felt comfortable, whether I wanted to continue and if I felt pain. As my hymen was intact, he had to force it as so it could fit all, he was kissing me and he told me he needed to do that and ghat he was sorry if it hurt.

In conclusion, I had a really good first experience. I may be judged for choosing such an older guy but the way he treated me during the whole process and how comfortable he made me feel, I’m pretty sure non of the guys I know were going to treat me that way. I am happy he was my first, although we can’t be more than friends I love him and we shared this experience together, so that keeps us close.

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Someone asked us:

Is it possible to not have a hymen at birth? I personally remember never having one because as a child I don’t ever remember one being there. I tried looking it up and google said that it’s basically impossible.

People who have vaginas are born with a hymen. The hymen is a thin layer of tissue at the opening of your vagina. Hymens are a little different for everyone. Some people are born with so little hymenal tissue that it seems like they don’t have a hymen at all. Most of the time, hymens naturally have a hole big enough for period blood to come out and for you to use tamponscomfortably. 

Chances are you have a hymen and you can’t tell it’s there or your hymen was stretched open at some point. Hymens can be stretched open the first time you have sex, or by riding a bike, doing sports, or putting something in your vagina (like a tampon, finger, or sex toy). Once your hymen is stretched open, it can’t grow back.

-Attia at Planned Parenthood

A few weeks ago I was messaging my little sister Katie (legal student) and she was asking me sex questions as I told her that if she ever needed to ask just to messages me and she was asking because she was watching porn and she was masterbating so I told her what would feel good etc. After she got horny I convinced her to flirt/tease with my dad as she was flirting with me the whole night. When she went downstairs and started teasing him she sat in his lap and rubbed her ass on his bulge. She lay down and put her head in his lap and watched a movie while she was telling me he had a bug bulge and she ended up sucking his big cock. When Katie told me what happened the next day I told Liam and Tammy and me Liam and my dad agreed on a virginity each, so my dad got her mouth virginity, Liam got her pussy and I got her ass. Katie has taken every dick in her ass now and even got dpd. My mom knows to.

Sex Fact: Having sex for the first time doesn’t have to be painful. The only two reasons that having sex for the first time will hurt is: 1. if a female is not properly aroused so they are not self lubricated; or 2. nerves can cause the vagina to tense up making it harder for penetration. (Source)

When my boyfriend took my virginity he wanted to take me on my back so he could see the look on my face as he slid into me for the first time…

My eyes rolled back into my head and I couldn’t breathe it felt so good

by Nadia

There’s lots of messages you hear about virginity growing up. “It’s a special gift to save for your one true love”. “It’s embarrassing and you need to lose it asap”. “No one wants to sleep with a virgin because they’re clingy”. Virginity or lack thereof is used to judge a person’s worth, especially women’s ‘purity’. I certainly felt the double edged sword of prude vs slut when I was younger.

Historically it’s was an idea created because we lived in a very patriarchal society where men owned everything including women. When a father gave his daughter to her husband he wanted to get the best deal. Before birth control and DNA paternity tests virginity was a way to prove paternity and increase a woman’s value. There’s a lot of this still represented in modern weddings with white dresses for purity and fathers walking their daughters down the aisle and giving the daughter away but the patriarchal institute of marriage is a rant for another time.

Ideas around virginity are sexist. Male virginity historically doesn’t seem to be such a big deal. There was no physical value put on about it in the same way as women. Nowadays men may be judged higher if they’re not a virgin putting pressure on men to start having sex early. It’s often a prize for men to take a woman’s ‘flower’ and potentially shameful for a woman to be ‘plucked’.

Virginity is a very heteronormative cis idea. It’s often classed as penis in vagina penetration. For many people that is not the type of sex they have. What sex is can be a somewhat personal decision. Sexual activity can include oral and anal and using fingers. I’d personally class it as stimulating each other’s genitals for the purpose of pleasure. Only classing penis in vagina penetration as sex dismisses the sexual experiences of the LGBTIQ communities and other people who choose not to have that type of sex.

Virginity is not a physical thing. For men it is not detectable if you’ve ever had sex and looking at the hymen as a test virginity in women is dodgy at best. The hymen is a thin elastic membrane that partially covers the external vaginal opening. This can be different sizes naturally and can be torn from activities before you ever have sex such as tampon use and exercise. When you have sex you stretch the hymen, no need to break. So the idea of breaking the hymen or ‘popping your cherry’ the first time you have sex is not so true.

The first time you have sex doesn’t need to be painful. I thought I was so wise and clued up thinking vaginal penetration was painful for women at first. It really doesn’t need to be. Pain is usually from the vaginal muscles being too tense. If you are inexperienced, too rough or too rushed, then it may be painful and cause the hymen to tear and bleed (hence giving the pain and hymen myths). If you take your time, do plenty of foreplay and use lube then it can be a much more enjoyable experience for those involved.

Having sex isn’t a life altering event. There is no great psychological change that comes from having sex for the first time. With all the social pressure to have or not have sex it can feel very important. Just remember it doesn’t change who you are.

Having sex for the first time can be an important milestone but it doesn’t define your value. You don’t lose anything when you ‘lose your virginity’. So if you’re two consenting adults wanting to engage in sexual activity then go for it. If you’re not ready and want to wait to later to start engaging in sexual activity, then don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to.

Story time: I actually lost my virginity

Ok so basically me and homeboy were in the kitchen and he took a shot of vodka and gave one to me and put the lime in his mouth and French kissed me which was hot he also choked me numerous times and had his hands on my ass but that’s normal so me and him were chilling in the living room and I texted him that I’m horny and he said he was too and everyone else was in the kitchen playing a game and getting high so we dipped off to the bathroom and he fingered me and ate me out so he puts on the condom and pushes it in and that’s when I felt everything and he asked if he should stop I said no and he got himself all the way in so I got through that it hurt but it wasn’t terrible so we do that position again where I was on the counter looking like a cricket and we switch doing doggy on the ground that was nice and he went deeper every thrust so then I rode him which was hard and then someone knocked on the door obviously the guys knew we were fucking so we went downstairs for a bit I got water and chips and then I’m like I’m still horny let’s go back upstairs so we did and we did doggy standing up which was magnificent omg he kept coming out and plunging back into me each time it felt like an orgasm so we switch and I try to ride him again but the dick kept slipping out but he gave me a hickey on my boob but we switched to missionary and that was the one that made my night but while we were getting ready for missionary he ate me out and fingered me again but anyways back to missionary he choked me and was like whos pussy is this and me being the asshole I am I said you don’t know him which he choked me harder and asked again then I submitted and said it was his I accidentally said I love you twice but we laughed it off afterwards and then we moved back to the sink and we tried again with that it didn’t work out so much but his friends came up and was like my friend has to get up early tmrw so we’re about to dip so we got dressed I called my mom and we went downstairs and cuddled watching Netflix with our friends

Maybe I’m weird, but losing my virginity wasn’t as big of a deal as everyone makes it out to be… Girls always feel like it’s a really big thing, but it kind of isn’t unless you have some sort of religious ideal about it.

But for the average girl, fuck who you want when you want. Life is way to short to care about how society thinks we’re supposed to be. 

First, my name is Vinny I was 19 and still living at home with my parents when this took place. I was dating this sexy Asian girl on and off for like 2 years in High School, her name was Ashley. One Saturday night, we went to a party. Her friend Jackie drove us in her to the party. Her friend ended up getting wasted and I had to drive her car and us all home. So I figured instead of having to drive across town after drinking to drop her off, We all would just go back to my parent’s house for the night.
I was a several sport athlete so very fit and a pretty handsome guy. Ashley was 18 at the time and she was pretty. She was about 5’4, brown hair brown eyes. She ran a lot and was in pretty good shape. She had a decent sized chest. I’d say big B’s or little C’s. Her friend Jackie was a blonde haired girl 18 a little thicker but not fat and a little taller than Ash. She had a bigger chest too. I wanted her bad. She was very sexy.
We get back to my parents house and head on inside. I lived in a tri level house. You would come in the front door and you can either go up or down. The downstairs was where my bedroom and hang out area was. My parent’s room was up stairs and on the opposite side of the house from me. So I had quite a bit of privacy down there smoked lots of pot down there. We headed down and her friend went right to the bathroom. She had to pee the whole way home. Ashley and I went upstairs and grabbed some late night munchies, a bottle of whiskey, and some shot glasses. We came back down and took a shot each. I loaded the pipe with some weed I had gotten at the party.
Jackie came in from the bathroom closed the door to the basement. I immediately noticed she had changed in to a white t-shirt and red gym shorts. They were so short that you could nearly see her cheeks hanging out the bottom of them. I also realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see her nipples right through her tight white tee. They were half dollar sized and kind of hard. I could only wonder what she was wearing under those shorts if anything at all. She sat on the couch across from us. Ash poured us all another shot. I couldn’t help but keep glancing at her chest. I noticed my cock start to stir and a bulge formed in my pants. I tore my eyes away from her chest. I waited for my bulge to go down before asking if they wanted to go in my room to smoke the weed I had loaded earlier. The girls nodded and I led the way into my bedroom.
We sat in a circle on my bed with our legs crossed Indian style. As Jackie shifted her legs underneath her, I caught a quick glimpse of her beautiful pink snatch. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I looked up at her face right into her eyes. She caught me looking and she smirked at me. Luckily, Ashley didn’t notice either of these events. We finished smoking and the girls went back out to the living room area. I changed into some loose basketball shorts incase I had a bulge, I could easily adjust myself.
I came out of the room and sat down on the couch next to Ash. Jackie had moved to sit next to ash while I was changing. There were three shots poured. We all took one and downed it. Ash got up to change as Jackie and I were both comfy. Ash disappeared into my room to change closing the door behind her.
Jackie turned to me with that same look she had when she caught me and whispered, “Did you catch a good glimpse?” I nodded. Her grin got a little bigger. She looked down at my pants and saw a big bulge in my shorts. Her grin got larger and she turned her body towards me. She pulled her shirt up and flashed me her gorgeous chest. She pulled her shit back down quickly. She grabbed the bit of her shorts covering up her pussy and pulled it to the side. I got a grand view of her beautiful snatch. She started to toy with it. She rubbed up and down her lips and on her clit. She slid a finger inside her and pulled it out. It was so shiny and wet. She stuck her hand up to my lips and parted them with her finger letting me taste her. She pulled her finger out and let go of her shorts and turned back to normal and grabbed the bottle to pour us all a shot.
Ash came out of the bedroom in an outfit just like Jackie. She turned on some music and then sat down in between Jackie and myself. I realized I had a huge bulge in my shorts and tried to hide it. I tucked it up in my shorts. We grabbed the shots Jackie poured and took them. After we set down the shot glasses, Jackie turned to Ash grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. Ash didn’t put up a fight at all. Instead she kissed her right back. They were making out with each other right in front of me. I reached around and grabbed Ashley’s tits outside her t shirt. Jackie reached down and pulled Ashley’s shirt right over her head. I grabbed Ashley’s hand and started to lead her to the bedroom and she grabbed Jackie’s hand. Jackie asked me if she could watch. “Yes,” I said.
We all went to the bedroom. I pulled off Ashley’s shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties either. She pulled my shorts and boxer’s down and exposed my cock. I saw Jackie’s face light up. Ashley pushed me on to the bed. I scooted back a little and lied down so my head was on the pillows. Ashley started stroking me and then put me in her mouth, licking the head as she sucked on my member. I looked over at Jackie she was rubbing herself under her shorts. I motioned for her to come over. She came up next to Ashley and pulled her head up and kissed her. They came down together and both started sucking on my cock at the same time both licking and taking turns taking it in their mouths. Then Ashley came up and straddled my face. I started to lick her sweet tight pussy. Jackie continued to suck me off. I couldn’t take much of this. I had a face full of Ash’s pussy. I could only muffle I’m cumming. I bucked my hips a little forcing my dick deeper in her throat and came. She gagged a little and some cum dribbled out of her mouth down her chin. Ashley licked it off.
I flipped Ash over on the bed so she was on her back and pulled her down to the bottom of the bed. Jackie was sitting next to her. I pulled Jackie’s top off her head exposing her beautiful big tits. Ashley grabbed her shorts and started to pull them down. I grabbed Jackie’s hand and pulled her up, so that she could slide her shorts all the way off her ass and down her legs. Jackie’s sexy naked body got me hard again. I told them to make out again now that they were both naked. Jackie straddled Ash and started to kiss her. Ash fell back on the bed and Jackie went with her. I saw both pussies right in front of me. I bent down and started licking Jackie’s tasty snatch. While I licked her, I reached down and started rubbing Ashley’s clit. I ate Jackie’s pussy like I had never eaten a pussy before. She started shaking. Ashley must have felt this because she rolled over on top of her. I continued to eat Jackie’s pussy but Ashley had mounted Jackie’s mouth. I could hear Jackie’s muffled moan and then her juices gush out of her. I tried to lap it all up. I stood up and leaned over and kissed Ashley.
I picked Ashley up and set her down on the bed next to Jackie. And I slid my cock into her soaking wet pussy. Jackie was catching her breath a little. She lifted her head and looked at us. She came down in between my legs and tongued my balls while I slid in and out of her friend. I pulled my cock out of Ash and stuck it in Jackie’s mouth. Jackie gagged on my cock causing me to pop out of her mouth. I told her to get on top of Ashley and kiss her. So she did. I slid my cock back into Ash. I pulled it out and rubbed the entry of Jackie’s pussy with my cock slowly sliding into her. She was so hot and tight and wet. I could barely go in as wet as she was. I felt my cock hit a wall inside her. I realized Jackie was a virgin. I pulled back and pushed back in slowly getting her used to my girth. Ashley slid back up the bed and Jackie started to lick her pussy. I felt like Jackie was ready. She stopped eating Ash’s beautiful snatch and turned and mouthed take me. I want you to take it. Then she started to eat Ashley’s snatch again. I pulled out till my head was all that was left in her and shoved it all the way deep inside her. I broke her wall and heard her muffle scream into Ashley’s pussy. I set there for a minute not moving my cock at all. I slowly pulled out and pushed back in. I got her nice and used to my 8 inch cock all the way inside her. I started to fuck her harder and faster but, I couldn’t take much more of her tight little twat. I turned her over so I could cum on her stomach. I was reaching my shooting point and started to pull out when she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me back into her she moaned I am cumming and I told her I was going to cum I started to pull out again. She wouldn’t let me just pulled me in tighter. I couldn’t hold it and I came deep inside her snatch.
I pulled her to the edge of the bed so her ass was hanging off the bed. I told Ashley to come down here and get on her knees. She did as I said. I pulled out of her and cum started to run out of her. Ashley knew what I wanted. She lapped up all the cum oozing out of her friends tight twat. I went up to Jackie’s mouth and shoved my cock deep down her throat. She gagged again. I popped out of her mouth. I told her to suck me clean. She did. I got up and walked behind Ashley and pushed her up on top of Jackie and with a mouth full of my cum she hadn’t swallowed yet they started making out. This got me hard again. I pulled Ashley down to the bottom of the bed so she could eat Jackie’s pussy some more. I stuck my hard cock inside of her. I fucked her pussy real good thinking about the whole situation. I started to fuck her harder and faster. I was staring at Jackie while I fucked Ashley. She looked at me staring into my eyes. I came deep inside my girlfriend. She collapsed on to the bed. Jackie treated Ashley to the same clean up she had. She slurped every last drop up. Ashley climbed up into bed and so did Jackie I climbed in between them. I faced towards Jackie. Ashley snuggled up to me spooning me .I spooned Jackie. I smiled as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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Apollo: Sister, what are you the goddess of?

Artemis: *lounging by a spring on piles of deerskin surrounded by three dozen naked girls with a dead pan expression* Virginity.

“Heracles, they’re lesbians”.

Note that the concept of “virginity” in Ancient times merely meant “unmarried”, and had nothing to do with sexual activity. Some priestesses were “virgins” because they chose (or were committed to) a life of worship, but it was merely a question of social status, not of personal choice or practice. Of course, one can suppose that this lifestyle would be rather attractive for lesbians.

So when Artemis is said to be the Goddess of Virgins, it is meant to be understood as “Goddess of Unmarried Women”, or, quite possibly literally, of lesbians. 

(It’s only Christianity that reframed the concept of virginity to mean “never had sex”. Many ancient religions has “Virgin goddesses”, which symbolized feminine power, and in this case too it meant “untied to a man”, or “whole for herself”)

Holy shit….. this just made the Virgin Mary thing make sense, in so much as the Catholic Church claims she didn’t have sex to conceive Jesus, but in reality it means that she wasn’t married at the time.

This is why it’s so important to understand where language came from, and the history that was going on at the time as well. If you look at every single thing through the lens of your modern day, you are at risk to wind up missing the original meaning and how it pertained to society at that time.

OKAY I JUST LEARNED THIS IN CLASS LIKE TWO DAYS AGO!!! IM A SOPHMORE IN COLLEGE AND I NEVER LEARNED THIS BEFORE!!!!

It changes so many things!!!! I’m so mad because this seems like an important detail to just leave out of education!!!

You know DAMN well why it’s left out.

She’s also a protector of young girls, so girls who also aren’t married.

Artemis

She’s the protector of children in general, not just girls, and also maidens (virgins).

But yeah, that is basically the old definition and while it’s more than just lesbians (it still includes those who have no relations at all and some of the maiden Goddesses are not lesbians tho Artemis def is and I strongly see Athena as such, Hestia is not) it’s a great thing to know cause the meanings of ancient times are very important.

You must know context to understand history.

Also, to the ancient Greeksthis kind of sex did not count, they firmly believed sex needed to have a penis involved. Theyliterally could not imagine sex happening without involving a penis.

which is why the word Lesbian came from Sappho.The ancient Greeks we’re so perplexed by the thought of a girl being sexually interested in another girl that they started to refer to her as the “Lesbian” they literally meant “the girl from Lesbos” because it was very disrespectful to refer to non-married women by their actual name.

Artemiscould engage in as much sexual activity as she’d likebut so long as no penis is involved, to the ancient Greeks,she’s still a virgin.

However, if she were to have sex that involved a penis, even just once, her virgin rights would be immediately revoked: and unlike married goddesses or goddesses said to be tied to a god, virgins have A LOT of freedom.

I lost my virginity at the age of 15, to my 20 year old boyfriend. I don’t remember pleasure. When it started to feel okay, it was over. Not soon after that day, my boyfriend began acting erratic, and I learned of his bipolar issues. It was the first and last time we had sex.

I can recall what I was wearing and what was playing. I can not recall what his penis looked like, whether it was long or short, skinny or thick. I remember bleeding a little, but that’s it. It wasn’t really special or thought out. It was kind of rushed.

Would I do it over? Probably.

What was yours like?

I just bottomed for the second time ever with a random guy I met at the bar, (first time doing that ever) and I think I can safely say I’m never having sex again. It was painful, it was embarrassing, and it was nearly every one of my fears I’ve had come true, but thankfully he was really nice and understanding, probably because he realized how inexperienced I am. It could’ve been extremely worse, but thankfully it wasn’t, however any confidence I had about doing such a thing has certainly evaporated. I think I’ll probably just jerk off to porn for the rest of my life.

But yeah, basically as soon as I’m back in Albany, this really hot guy that had been hitting on me on Grindr since just before Christmas break is going to fuck my brains out for the first time. I don’t know how this happened, but I’m all sorts of nervous, anxious, excited, and horny in anticipation of this going down. I’ve never bottomed before (I’ve only had sex once before…), but I’ve sure as hell wanted to try for months now. His Adam4Adam profile says he’s a total dom top, which is just what I want: A big, sexy guy to take advantage of me and show me a good time. ;-)

FOOD FOR THOUGHTS: THE VIRGINITY THING

There is this pressure placed on young women to remain virgin until they marry or find ‘’the  one’’, but why is that? If virginity is so sacred, why is it not a requirement for boys? That got me wondering…

Here are 3 discourses used to keep women from having sex:

1.The religious discourse: To keep women from having sex, society uses religion shaming, telling girls that‘’God’’ will punish them or reject them if they have sex before marriage. In other words, there is so much emphasis placed on a woman’s body that religion leads her to believe that it’s the only value she has before God…The irony is, ‘’God’’ doesn’t seem to care if young men have sex…according to religion. How can we explain that? Double standard much?

2.The romantic discourse: People often tell young women they will regret it if they do it too soon, they need to wait for ‘’The One’’, they will NEVER GET THEIR VIRGINITY BACK, so they need to make sure they give it to the ‘’right guy’’, they will inevitably fall in love with the sexual partner, so they need to choose ‘’The One’’.

The real issue at play here is that a  young woman is pressured into waiting for a man to allow her to experience her own sexuality. Her sexuality does not happen on her own terms, it is on religion’s terms, on society’s terms, on ‘’The One’s’’ terms. Her body doesn’t belong to her as it is considered a gift to be given to’’the one’’. This is disempowering woman, keeping them in shame, unrealistic expectations and fear. There is so much emphasis placed on the first time, as if after that ‘’sacred’’ first time, a woman has nothing to offer, she becomes used, unpure, etc. But the truth is, sex can be meaningful and romantic at any time. Just because it wasn’t your first time doesn’t mean you have failed your significant other.

3. The pain discourse: Then there is the whole discourse about terrible pain, disgusting bleeding, everything to describe the first time as an almost violent event. The thing is, sex won’t hurt that much if you use lube, and take your time. It must be done properly but no, not everyone ends up bleeding, in pain, and hopelessly in love with the sexual partner. These are just lies to keep girls from having sex through fear and shame.

All those lies about virginity that are fed to women and girls all over the world are not here to help them make the right decision, despite the appearances. It’s not about protecting ang cherishing women. It’s a matter of controle. It’s exclusively about controle of the woman’s sexuality, of the her body,of the way she perceives herselves, controle over her actions. Do not be fooled.

Live your sexuality on your own terms, it’s your body, it’s your life. You can choose to wait or not, but it has to be a decision you are happy with.  So listen to yourself and your needs, use protection and birth control, talk to a health specialist for information or talk to a counsellor, and ask trusted ones for advice, but do not believe the 3 shaming discourses.

The same people that label a sexually active girl as a  slut, are the same people that will label as a  virgin prude or frigid.  Having sex doesn’t make you a good or a bad person. It doesn’t make you superior or inferior to other girls, it doesn’t change your worth.

Sex is a normal part of life so protect yourself and your freedom

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