It’s not that I wanted to remain a virgin till I was 18. That certainly was never my wish. I had the same needs as my wilder friends, the same itch deep in my horny little pussy, the same tingle in my boobies whenever some guy kissed me and slipped me a little tongue. I also had the same curiosity about what sex—real sex, not just groping around in the front seat of a car—was really like.
But real sex takes two people. And none of my boyfriends were willing. Oh, I went through a succession of them, Joey and Tommy and Eddy and John, but they were all too afraid of my father. My boyfriend—whoever that was at the time—would get in the car with me, and I’d snuggle up to him while he was driving. “Why don’t you pull over someplace dark?” I’d suggest in the deepest, sexiest voice I could drum up. And maybe he even would.
I’d be as bold as I could be without seeming like a slut. I’d put my hand on the back of his neck and tickle it with my fingertips. I’d kiss his lips, and I’d open my mouth a little bit so he’d get the idea that he could slide his tongue into my mouth real easily. When I felt that tongue come slipping in, I’d suck on it, draw it deeper into my mouth, and shove my upper body against his, so my boobs pressed into his arm and his chest. I knew he could feel how hard my little nips had gotten. I could see that big old bulge straining hard in his pants, trying to burst through the material covering his crotch.
But right about then, the guy would sigh, edge away from me, start the car, and say something like, “Maybe I’d better take you home now, Rache.”
It’s hell being the sheriff’s daughter. Especially in a small town, where everybody knows your daddy.
I couldn’t wait till I was 18 and old enough to leave home. I had a plan. I’d move to the nearest city, get a job, get an apartment, and cut loose. And that’s just what I did. Mama and Daddy didn’t like it one tiny bit…but there was no way they could stop me.
The very first week I was there, I threw a party. I posted a notice downstairs by the mailboxes, inviting all the neighbors, and I asked everyone at work. I also told everyone to bring as many friends as they liked. I figured with all those people there, I’d surely find somebody to relieve me of my cherry.
Did I ever!
Ray and Keith sort of both got the honor. Let me explain. Ray was the first, but he didn’t exactly fuck me—he fucked my mouth, which was also a first for me. I guess once you’ve taken a guy’s dick into your mouth, though, you’re not exactly entitled to call yourself a virgin anymore. My pussy remained untouched till later in the evening—that was where Keith played his part. But eventually, I lost that cherry too.
Ray had come to the party with one of the guys from the office. He started getting cozy with me, and we wound up in a closet…the only private place we could find. But I had no birth control and he didn’t have rubbers with him, so he wouldn’t fuck me. “We could use our mouths, though,” he said.
The closet had a light in it, so I watched in fascination when he took his dick out of his pants. I was nervous putting it in my mouth. I didn’t know how it would feel, how it would taste, or if it would choke me. I was real hesitant and approached it very carefully. First I stuck my tongue out and took just a tiny taste. I wanted to do this…oh, I wanted it so badly that my whole body was tight and tense with every muscle hard as marble…but I was still scared. So I took the tiniest taste.
Well, it was weird, real strange, the way it was warm and kind of soft-over-hard, and like nothing I’d ever tasted before. The skin had one flavor, and the oozy stuff coming out of that hole in the tip had another flavor. Together they were really strange but so exciting! My pussy was already so wet I had soaked clean through my panties and was dribbling sex-sauce down my thigh. When I started to lick on that big, hard thing, the sex-juices really started flowing. It was like I had a little river coming out of me.
Well, I couldn’t help myself then—I just had to finger myself a little, through my soaked panty-crotch, just to satisfy this real strong need I had to make myself feel good. But when Ray looked down and saw where my finger was, he said, “Hey, cut it out—that’s my job! Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you. I’m not one of those guys who’s all take and no give. I’ll eat you out good after you get me off.”
So I took my finger off my panties, but then I had to keep squeezing my thighs together—anything to give my pussy what it needed. I was just too hot. I couldn’t totally ignore my throbbing slit.
Well, meanwhile I was licking up and down the length of his dick, slurping and slobbering, and I sure must have been making him feel good, the way he was moaning. I kept having to shush him up because I didn’t want anyone opening up the closet and finding us in there. Then Ray groaned, “Put it in your mouth, baby, please. Suck it some.”
I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I was afraid I’d choke or gag. But I wanted to. Oh, I wanted to so badly! So I took a deep breath and let it slide halfway into my mouth. Then I exhaled partway and closed my lips around it.
“Suck, honey. Suck. Suck on it,” Ray whispered. His body was kind of rocking back and forth, but he was being real considerate about not ramming that big old piece of meat down my throat. He really let me take it at my own speed.
So I tightened the grip my lips had on his dick, and I started to really apply some suction while I slurped more of it into my mouth. Well, I got too enthusiastic and took more than I could handle. I gagged and my eyes started to water, but I’d gotten a real good idea of why girls like to suck dicks. I mean, until I started gagging, it was really beginning to feel special. Hot. Like, this was something I could get used to doing. In a really big way.
So when I let go to catch my breath, I latched right onto him again. This time I took things a little slower, but I started running my tongue all over the pointy dickhead at the same time I was sucking. Ray was oozing just a ton of that sticky pre-goo into my mouth. And I found I was really getting used to the taste.
But I was getting so hot from what I was doing that I kept making these little moaning-type noises. Whimpering, I guess it was. Kind of an “Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh,” in this high-pitched voice. At first I wondered where the noise was coming from—I didn’t even realize I was doing it. Not till Ray said, “You were worried about someone hearing me! You’re making more noise than I was!”
By now he was getting real hot. When I looked up at his face, I could see how it was all scrunched up with his effort to come, and when I touched his leg it was as hard as marble from his muscles being so tense. Then he had another request: “Play with my balls.” Well, I’d never touched a guy’s nuts before, but his pants and underwear were down at his ankles, so there was nothing to stop me except for my feeling nervous about touching him there.
I took a chance and put my hand under his big sac. The skin there was loose and hairy and sweaty, but when I closed my hand around it carefully and started to squeeze it a little, I felt his balls draw up toward his body. It was the weirdest feeling! And of course, all this time I was still sucking on his meat.
I had more of it in my mouth, too. I had it all the way to the back of my throat now. I was sucking on it real hard and moving my mouth back and forth on it real enthusiastically. And I guess now Ray felt that I was ready to take more, because he started moving back and forth, punching his big dick in and out of my mouth. He kept thrusting it deeper and deeper, so I had to wrap my hand around the base of his shaft to stop him from feeding me more than I could take.
But as long as my hand was wrapped around his dick, I kind of squeezed his fat thing rhythmically and moved my hand up and down a little. And from the way Ray groaned, he sure liked that! He put one hand in my hair and got a good grip on me. Then he started guiding my head back and forth to get me to suck deeper and faster. And he was still powering his pelvis back and forth, making his dick slide in and out of my mouth. I was taking it real easy now, too. I was so proud of myself. I don’t know which was better: feeling like I’d finally grown up and was doing big-girl stuff, or just the feel and taste of his big, thick meat in my mouth.
“I’m gonna come,” he suddenly warned me. “Will you let me come in your mouth?”
I just nodded my head for Yes. I didn’t want to take his meat out of my mouth for even a minute to answer him. Well, he groaned out a warning: “I’m—I’m gonna—oh—ohhhhhhhh!” And I just got ready for what I figured had to be the best surprise I was ever going to get. I really was dying to know what the real stuff tasted like. A second later I found out when his dick started spurting syrup into my mouth like a hose under high pressure. I don’t suppose there was really that much stuff there, but for a first-timer like me, it sure felt like a lot. And oh! did it taste wonderful!
I had to gulp to keep up with the flow, and a little bit of it trickled out the corner of my mouth and down my chin. But I scraped it up with my index finger, and after I was sure I’d drained every last drop from Ray’s wilting hose, I let go of his dick and licked the drops off my finger. But not till I was sure there was nothing more in the original source.
My hand was still on his ballbag, and I was squeezing those big, manly nuts. They seemed to have shrunk or gone up into his body or something, but the hairs tickled my palm. There was something so hot and sexy about holding a pair of nuts in my hand for the first time. Just thinking the word “nuts” seemed so dirty and bad and wonderful. I felt like I was being so wicked and so grown-up by doing what I’d done. But there was more! Ray had promised to go down on me when I was finished sucking him off. And now was the time.
I still had all his stuff in my mouth. It tasted so good that I didn’t want to swallow and lose the flavor. But by now the flavor was pretty well diluted with my spit anyhow. So I reluctantly swallowed. Then Ray said, “Stand up, and I’ll crouch down. It’s the only way we’re gonna be able to manage in this closet.” So I stood. My leg muscles were sore and cramped. And Ray crouched down and lifted my miniskirt and pulled my panties down. Then I felt his tongue touch my clit, and I swear I came immediately!
No shit! He touched me once and I started to tremble. Well, I knew it was a climax, because I’d certainly given myself enough orgasms with my finger in bed at night, but I’d never come instantly like that, and I’d certainly never felt this good when I did it to myself!
Even while I was coming, I knew I had another one in me. So as I shook and trembled and shuddered and groaned, I said, “Don’t stop. I need to…you know…again. Keep going…please.”
I was embarrassed to say it, and I felt so wild and brazen, but I liked that I was being wicked. It was such a change. But never again did I have to be Daddy’s good girl. Ray didn’t even know my father. He wasn’t at all afraid to do all kinds of wicked, nasty things in that closet…like putting his tongue up against my slit and licking me till my legs started to quiver like they were going to give way under me.
I put my hand on the top of his head and held on as I built up to another major eruption, and then I shoved my pussy up against his face and bathed him in the massive outpouring of my juices. And a few seconds later, with my pelvis pressed forward and Ray’s tongue firmly latched onto my clit, I came.
I pulled his hair. I screeched. I didn’t care who opened the closet door and saw us. I was announcing to the world that I was no longer a virgin. My pussy was unbreached, it’s true, but a man had had carnal knowledge of the most intimate kind with my pussy. After that, anything else would be anticlimactic.
In fact, when Keith deflowered me (in his apartment down the hall, while the party revelry went on minus the hostess) half an hour later, it was almost an anticlimax. Or maybe that’s a poor choice of words, since I certainly did have another orgasm. But I felt I had lost my cherry in that closet, when my mouth and Ray’s dick, then Ray’s mouth and my pussy, had intimate knowledge of each other.
I was no longer the sheriff’s little girl. I was a free, grown, totally sexual woman. And I was loving every minute of it while I looked forward to a lot more fun!