Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/virgin.txt

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MOM NEVER TOLD ME:
by Melissa


     I was a `virgin' until I was 19, going to college in a small New
England town....not knowing much about `sex', other than my own self-
indulgences with my fingers, and perhaps, even a few choice vegetables
which resembled male penises..

     I'd been a freshman for a few months, making friends, learning how
to "party", which is all we ever seemed to do, when I finally discovered
how to "care for and feed" my hungry, wet, and rather insatiable `pussy'..
My best girl-friend, Janine, would get fucked regularly by her black
boyfriend, Rick...and I'd seen them in our dorm room, his raging, shiny
black tool, burrowing up into her young tummy..  She seemed to see me, but
"not" see me...the look on her face, as he stroked into her, his buttocks
tightening on each downward thrust...`displayed a look of intense pain, but
her moans said otherwise...  When I'd politely backed-out the door, locking
it again, I could still hear her orgasmic moans as I walked back down the
quiet hallway, and wondered if the matron could hear her, as she read her
romance novel at the desk downstairs..  I couldn't block the sounds for
hours, and it made me feel a throbbing I'd never felt before, deep in the
pit of my stomach..  Of-course, my panties were "soaked" and "gooey" with
my mucus, another nuance from going to college...as I shifted my horny butt
around in the loveseat down in the lounge area, trying to "forget" what I'd
seen and heard.  I couldn't.  My `cunt' wasn't going to let me, that's for
sure!  I needed a man "bad" at this point, but didn't know exactly "why".

     None of the guys on campus seemed very interested, except one.  He was
no romeo or white knight, but he always seemed to stare at me in the dining
hall whenever he'd see me.  I told Janine about him, and she eyed him one day,
saying; "bet he's hung like hell!", and I didn't really understand much about
what she was saying to me, but judging by the way she kept checking him out,
I thought he might be a good catch, least for my purposes.  She said "why not
invite him up to our room on Saturday...I'm not going to be around.", and
smiled wickedly at me.  "He's gotta have a huge dick, my innocent one", she
added.  "Bet that pussy'l really FEEL that one!", Janine finished, winking
as she walked away.

     That night I masturbated feverishly, ramming my long fingers in and out
of my hot, virgin cunt with "abandon", trying not to moan so I wouldn't wake
Janine, who was snoring loudly.  When I came, I realized for the first time
that the hungry achiness deep in my vagina had "gone"....and that maybe, just
maybe, there was a lesson learned here:  "pussies need feeding".

     At three o' clock, I woke again, my `cunt' still on-fire, just like when
I'd gone to bed.  In went my fingers, this time going all the way to my
upper vagina, up to my tiny cervical mouth.  My gynecologist always seemed to
get a huge boner after examining me, and now I knew "why".  It was incredibly
"sexy" to have my fingers up so far inside me, my legs akimbo, my puffy
labia all slick with my stringy mucus.  He said I'd always produce lots of
the mucus when I was ovulating, but I was finding out that I nearly always
had a cunt full of the stuff now....all through my cycle.  I remember seeing
his reflection, as he bent over the sink, and licked the speculum `clean'
after pulling it out of me, thinking I couldn't see him, reclined on the
examination table.  I pulled my fingers up, tasted myself, and though "any
guy who gets this hot cherry is going to be one lucky boy", and my soft
orgasm swept me back into the dreamy world of sleep again.

     In the morning, Janine was "gone", and I got dressed in one of my
nicest white skirts, and yellow tennis blouses.  My now satisfied cunt wasn't
telling me in uncertain terms "feed me" anymore...now I just felt a kind of
pleasant soreness from where my fingers had been, and I patted the fur of
my mons veneris in "thanks"..  "Just let me get through the day", I'd thought
to myself, as I put on my ankle socks..

     "Hi, My name's Geoffrey!", came the male voice, from above me, as I sat
on the grass, under the tree.  This was my distant admirer, the one who
Janine thought I should "screw" if I could..  He was carrying an arm load of
text books, so I invited him to sit with me, which he eagerly did.  I could
see he was checking out my `jockette' legs, maybe hoping to see my sheer
pink panties, under my skirt, as my legs were slightly parted.  He hadn't been
sitting down for five minutes, when I felt that feeling settling in, down in
my crotch, between my spread legs.  My clitoris tingled ever so subtly, as-
if being tickled by an invisible feather.  Heat began to build in my pussy,
and I felt the first drools of mucus starting down the length of my now
throbbing vagina, making the walls spasm and clasp uncontrollably as I tried
to converse with Geoffrey without sounding like an "air-head"..

     A voice in my head kept echoing Janine's words: "he's probably hung like
hell!"...`over and over again, and even though his lips were moving, I no-
longer could hear what he was really saying to me, as he continued to babble
about his last class.  My right hand had actually crept down to my crotch,
and I was nearly masturbating in front of him, the horniness so rampant and
out of control in me.  I could imagine his cock, buried up in me, right there
on the grass...my legs up in the air as he pumped in and out of me..

     "Geoffrey, I have to go now!!", I stammered, smoothing down my skirt as
I stood up.  My knees were "weak", barely able to support my weight, and my
nipples were so erect that as my blouse moved over my bare, unsupported tits,
the sensation was nearly "excruciating", but somehow connected to the nerve
endings in my vulva..  "I..I..gotta go to class!!", I stuttered, as he seemed
really puzzled by my sudden need to leave him.  As I strode away, it felt as
if my cunt was pounding deep within me, "in protest" of my leaving.

     I nearly ran back to my dorm room, my heart beating wildly.  How was I
going to accomplish going through college, I mused, if I couldn't even keep
my new found `libido' in-check??  I kicked my shoes off, not bothering to
untie the laces, and lay back on my bed, my hand going straight to the heart
of my problem....`my throbbing, soaking wet cunt..  I was on my way to my
first `orgasm' of the day....when I heard someone knocking on my door..
I wanted so badly to come, but the pounding on the door wouldn't stop, and
I stood up, pushed down my skirt, and went to the mirror and fixed my hair,
before I went to the door.  "Who is it??", I asked..   "Geoffrey!", the
voice said.  "I followed you here...can we talk???", he said..

     My "horniness" wouldn't let me tell him to "go away", and against my
better judgment, I opened the door, and let him in.  He was all sweaty and
his muskiness was intoxicating me, as I felt the unrequited lust in my pussy
begin to rekindle itself.  I closed the door, and bolted it.  Turning to
Geoffrey, I just said two words:  "Fuck me!"

     I was amazed at his clumsiness as he was fondling me...his fingers so
rough and insistent, as he squeezed my tits, kneaded my ass cheeks, and tried
to finger fuck me as we stood there, kissing.  His dick was pressed up against
my belly, and it felt "hot" against me, even through the clothes we still had
on.  I didn't want to wait, so I unzipped my skirt, and dropped it, and my
soaking wet panties, standing there now only in my blouse, and ankle socks..
When he got my blouse off, his eyes seemed pleased with my nice, firm boobs,
as he massaged them....`again being rather rough with them..

     I just lay back on my bed, and spread myself for him.  I couldn't
believe my own "boldness", but God, my cunt was "on fire", and there was only
one way to put that out, I thought to myself, as I watched him shuck his
jeans.  I opened my juicy, reddened cunt lips, and the mucus just ran out of
me, onto the bedspread.  His eyes seemed to "bug out" when I showed him my
vagina..

     Geoffrey's cock went "straight in", right to my `cervix' on the first
stroke!  "God!", I grunted.  "Oh God!"..."it's soooo good!", I mumbled, as
he started pumping into me..

     I opened my legs as wide as possible, thrilling at the increase in
sensation in my clitoris....feeling him going deeper into me than he did when
his cock first went in.  "Ahhhhhh!"...Geoffrey cried out, as I felt my cunt
clasping involuntarily on his throbbing tool..  "AAHHHHH!", he whined, as
I squirmed around a bit, trying to work him even deeper.  "This feels so
fucking good!", I thought to myself.. "So this is `fucking'!!"

     My body was doing things I never had done before, moving with Geoffrey
in ways I didn't know before now.  A primal instinct of wanting him to squirt
his `cream' deep in me, was making me work hard to get him to, make him lose
control of himself.  He started thrusting faster and faster into me, his face
mashed next to mine on my pillow, as he "exploded" deep inside my shimmering
cunt..  My own `orgasm' followed on the heels of his, as I dug my feet into
his back, pulling him...milking him..  I wanted all of it in me...ever last
drop of that male sperm...deep up my hot cunt!!

     He held me for a long time, as our hearts raced, and I could feel his
dick pulling out of my now sated pussy.  I felt strangely "alone" with him,
as neither of us spoke a word, and he wasn't hugging me, or holding me close
to him, but just seemed to be "passed out" on-top of me.  I thought that even
as good as it felt, that I wanted a lot more..  He was asleep.

     After he left, I took a shower, but put kleenex up inside me to keep his
sperm inside me, not wanting it to leak out of me.  Being on the `pill' for
three years, for no reason, I thought "hell, I want to savor this stuff" as
the sperm felt kinda tingly up in me...made my pussy feel really silky..

     Geoffrey didn't come back for seconds.  I think I scared him, the way
I talked as he fucked me.  Janine came back on Sunday, and I "glowed" so
much from having been "laid" the first time, that she said, right away,
after she threw her purse on the bed: "well, how was Mr. Stud!", referring
to Geoffrey, as she smiled at me.  Of-course, I told her everything!

     Two weeks later, Janine, her boyfriend with the big, long, black cock,
and I, made love as a threesome.  Janine "ate me", licking her boyfriend's
creamy sperm out of my now not so virginal love hole...`and I sucked her to
orgasm after orgasm, my cunt mashed to her face as black cock pistoned in
and out of her pussy as I licked her clit for her..  I was so "turned on"
watching that long, thin black dick going in and out of her, as it had gone
in and out of my steamy box..

     And I learned, once and for all, that "pussies need feeding regularly",
which my mother never told me..