I’m a 19-year-old college sophomore, five feet two, with long blonde hair, green eyes and a light spattering of freckles that seem to drive guys crazy. Men are always telling me how pretty they think I am. I know they just want to fuck me, but even so, I get a good feeling when guys hit on me. I’ve even had to go home and change my panties because I get so excited sometimes. But in spite of this, until about six months ago I somehow managed to hold on to my virginity. I gave a lot of hand jobs and some blowjobs too, but I never actually went all the way.
It was shortly before my 19th birthday when I went on vacation with my parents to visit to some relatives in Florida. On my first night there my cousin Howie took me to meet a couple of his friends. As soon as he introduced us I began to get an excited feeling. Though both of the guys were good looking, one of them, Cary, really caught my eye. At one point I was feeling so aroused that I had to excuse myself and go outside.
I was standing there in the dark when Cary followed me out. “What’s up?” he asked me.
“Oh, nothing,” I said. “I just feel a little weird.”
“No need for that,” he said, and he took my arm and pulled me back inside.
My cousin then suggested we go get something to eat, so we all got into his car and went to a seaside town not far away. After we ate Cary and I took a walk outside on the beach, while the others sat and had a few drinks. Cary held my hand gently as we walked, until we came to a seclude spot, where we sat down on an outcropping of rock.
Cary then leaned over and kissed me, and as he did so his hand touched my thigh and slowly slid up to my white cotton panties. I felt his fingers fumble with the snaps on my shorts as we sat kissing lightly. My stomach was turning over and over with excitement, because I’d never let a guy go that far before.
Soon my shorts were down around my ankles and Cary’s fingers were sliding beneath my panties. My breathing was getting faster, and I actually felt my vaginal muscles twitch. He eased me back on the sand as he continued to explore me, and he sensed my nervous tension.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he assured me, and I began to relax a little, enjoying his attention. I even put my hands under his shirt briefly before he unbuttoned it and removed it himself. When he undid his pants and pushed them down a little, his hard penis jumped out at me as if it were calling for me to touch it. I did so, running my hand up and down the shaft, and he smiled at me and pushed my head down toward it.
Instinctively, I opened my mouth and the head went inside. His hand pushed me down a little further, so I opened my jaw wider and his penis went deeper. I moved my head backward and forward, taking as much of it as I could. His rod felt hard and yet soft. It tasted funny, a little salty, but thrilling all the same. I liked it.
Boldly I reached down to fondle his balls, and he began to groan. Suddenly, he gasped and pushed me back. “Stop, stop!,” he said, and I was confused, thinking I’d done something wrong.
Then he took my hand, stood me up and turned me around, facing away from him. “Bend over,” he said, and I did. His hands reached down and parted my legs, and I felt the tip of his prick against my entrance.
I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable pain as he slowly pushed into me, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. It subsided quickly, and Cary started sliding slowly in and out of me as I held onto a nearby rock. He squeezed my ass as he moved back and forth. I could hardly believe that I had lost my virginity at last.
I was feeling more and more excited as he pumped at me, and then I felt his fingers move up and down the crack of my butt. I jumped a little when I felt him probe my rear entrance. His fingers pushed gently at the tight little hole, and I gasped.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like this too,” Cary said. He slowly worked one and then two fingers into my butt as his cock kept sliding in and out of my pussy. He kept this up for several minutes, then told me to take a deep breath and relax. He pulled his cock out of my now dripping pussy and brought it to my asshole. He began to push, and I felt the flesh stretch to accommodate his stiffness. It was not very comfortable at first, but I wanted to please him, so I let him have his way. I could hear faint squishing noises, which got louder as he inserted three fingers into my deflowered pussy. I felt a rush all over my body, and my legs began to shake as the discomfort turned to unbelievable pleasure. I let out a loud moan, and liquid flowed from my vagina as I had my very first orgasm ever.
“God, I’m going to come!” Cary groaned, “Don’t come in me.” I begged. He pulled out and told me to lie on the sand, which I did as he stood over me, stroking himself.
“Suck it some more,” he commanded, and I sat up to take his prick in my hands. He pushed my head toward it, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking it in and moving my head backward and forward. “Ahhh!” he moaned, but I didn’t stop until he pulled his penis out of my mouth and shot his sperm all over my face, neck and breasts.
We took our time dressing, and then went back to rejoin the others at the bar.
After that Cary and I had sex almost every day of my vacation. I felt sad when I had to leave, but he promised to call and said we’d get together again. However, it’s been over three months now and he hasn’t called, so I guess he won’t. But I don’t really care, because now I’ve discovered the joy of sex, and there’s no shortage of men who are happy to enjoy it with me.—P.E., Biloxi, Mississippi