my first real cock part 1 [virgin, teens]

After first noticing my pubic hairs and swelling breasts I began wondering what the “Real Thing” would be like. Even before that, I played with myself whenever I had the chance and experimented with fingers, hairbrush handles, cucumbers, fantasizing about having a real cock in me. But I never–never–thought my fantasy would be fireworks.

All us girls were into boys now…sharing stories and giggling over this boy or that…how “hot” he would be…but it was just talk. We were strictly amateurs, voyeurs, readers of dirty stories looking for ideas. We didn’t even really date, except pretend dates, where we would walk home from school with a boy, maybe hold hands, see a movie together, sometimes study together for a test but our minds and dreams were active, especially for me. One day I got brave and asked Ferris inside my house for a soda…we had walked home from school, our arms brushed, he took my hand, our thighs brushed and I knew he did that on purpose for a reaction. I gave him a reaction…a smile…and asked him to come inside. My folks wouldn’t be home from work for a couple hours and he would be long gone by then.

We sat at the kitchen table and I got drinks and potato chips and we sat talking about school, teachers…I didn’t even know how to talk to a boy but Ferris knew how to talk to girls. He was the cutest guy in class according to us. He talked and I listened and smiled and tried to laugh at his stories and I guess that encouraged him. It wasn’t long before we were in my living room and he was telling me things all girls wanted to hear…especially me. How I was pretty and he liked the dress I was wearing. I pushed down the dress as it showed my knees. “Don’t do that. I like your knees,” he said, so I pulled it back a little and blushed. “Would you like another soda?” I asked. I was nervous…very…and wanted things to cool down. So Ferris wanted another soda and I got up to get one but he pulled me down on his lap and kissed me. Right on the mouth! I tried to get up again but he held tight. I felt his legs on mine and was scared but excited, too. “Give me another kiss,” he said turning my head and kissing me again. He held me tight, insisting, so I kissed him back adjusting on his lap.

He pulled my legs over his and pushed me back on the couch, reaching to kiss me again. Now our bodies were lengthwise, his face hot on mine. I thought I locked the front door when we came in but wasn’t sure. Daddy made me always lock it when I came home. It sure was quiet, except for our breath and his whispers: “I love you. I really love you.” Words I wanted to hear and I kissed him back hard. “Do you love me?” he asked. I nodded and our bodies were hot; my dress in disarray and I reached to straighten it but Ferris grabbed my hand and pulled up my dress. A rush of air cooled my legs and his hand was hot on me. I squirmed and said “No.” He was strong, stronger than me. It didn’t matter, my mind was struggling against my body now and I felt hot and weak. My mind relaxed, saying “No” and letting it happen, whatever that was, I wanted to learn.

I was radiating–hot–sweating–wet and he again said he loved me and I felt warm all over except cool where his hand wasn’t busy on my body. He was in my panties now, his hands all around me, petting my little hairs and little wet cunt, on my little lips. I sat up at this. “No!” I said and I really meant it this time, pushing down my dress over my knees pushing at his hand but he just kissed me again and said he loved me and pushed me back into our couch and now the couch was holding me. I was being raped, but I wanted him to. I wasn’t going to make it easy for him and fumbled at his hands. He could never think I was easy or willing but I hoped he wouldn’t stop. After all, he loved me. Isn’t that what he said or did? He just wanted me like I wanted him, or somebody. “Please don’t,” I said, but meant: “Please don’t stop.”

Then he took my hand, pulling me off the couch, I stood and followed him into my bedroom. We were both hot and anxious. Ferris lifted my dress again and took down my panties to my ankles and I kicked them off, pushing me down on the bed. Dropping his pants to the floor and I took hold of him again. He leaned over me, kissing, our naked legs against each other, his knees spreading my legs. I felt cool and hot and dizzy; my ears were ringing; my arms were around his waist, feeling his cock at my privates.

part 2 [https://dirtytell.com/posts/my-first-real-cock-part-2](https://dirtytell.com/posts/my-first-real-cock-part-2)

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