Elizabeths First Time

All characters in sexual situations are fictional and 18 years of age and older.

My sister Emily and I were alone for the weekend. Our father was out of town for a meeting (I suspect he was seeing a lover), and our younger sisters were staying with our mum at the time. Emily wasn't very happy to have to take care of me, but was excited to be left alone as she was planning on attending a party with her boyfriend.

Emily's boyfriend, John, was older than she was. I knew she'd been going out with boys for a while and that she had slept with them, but I hadn't yet dared follow in her footsteps. Her main reason for going out with this guy was seemingly that he got invited to parties most weekends. Parties meant alcohol and guys, giving her liberties she wouldn't otherwise have. In exchange, she'd fuck him and his friends.

Friday night came, and Emily had no choice but to bring me along. Emily lent me a skirt and a top and helped me put on makeup. After a bit of prep, I looked better than I ever had, and for the first time, I felt like a woman.

Emily's boyfriend came by and picked us up, and the three of us went to the party together. It struck me along the way that he was quite handsome and sweet. Despite Emily playing it cool and me being a younger third wheel, he took the time to chat with me, too, on the way. He was kind, respectful and gentle.

Once we arrived at the party, Emily went off to get drinks in the kitchen. John and I stayed in the living room. We'd arrived quite far into the party. A few couples were already making out in the corners but there was dancing happening in the middle of the room, so John and I went there and goofed around the dance floor for a bit. Time flew by without us noticing, after a while John went to look for Emily, and I found a seat on the sofa.

Next to me a couple was making out heavily - it looked quite nice. Emily had found the alcohol and had passed out early, so John came back to me and sat down next to me on the sofa. He'd brought a cup of white wine for me, which I sipped. My first alcohol. I was charmed that John was treating me like an adult, like an equal.

It was kind of awkward with the couple next to us pretty much dryhumping. Her hands got deep into his pants, and his hands went under her shirt. John and I exchanged glances. The awkwardness was mixed with curiosity for me. These older kids seemed to have figured out something I hadn't, and I wanted to try it.

My eyes met Johns, and I leaned in, and to my surprise so did he, and we kissed. At first softly, awkwardly, then our tongues met, he pulled me closer and I climbed onto his lap.

Through his pants I could feel his cock getting harder under me. I could also feel my pussy tingling as I rubbed against it. I was getting wet. He whispered in my ear and asked if I wanted us to go find a room so we could be private. I nodded.

John knew the house and led me by the hand to a large bedroom. A couple was already fooling around in there but John kicked them out. Then we were alone. It was obvious it was the bedroom of the parents of the house. The bed was so big. I turned around towards John, and standing on my toes our lips met once more.

While making out I could feel his cock harden under his pants. I was a bit scared, but also excited and curious. He then picked me up, and carried me over to the bed. Laying down next to me, we started fooling around. His hand quickly found its way under my skirt, touching me over my panties, which already were soaking wet.

With his other hand, he started pulling off my top. I helped him reveal my breasts. With a whisper, I asked what he thought of me. As his finger pulled my panties to the side and entered me under the skirt, he told me I was more beautiful than my sister. I was shivering with pleasure at the touch of his big hands.

After fingering me for a minute, he pulled down my panties and took off my skirt. Now I was completely naked in front of him. I wanted him to be naked too. Together we unbuttoned his shirt, his upper body was firm, broad chested and with a hint of packs, it was obvious he was working out.

At this point only his jeans seperated me from his cock. I could see it's outline against the denim. I reached for the edge of his pants, then unbuttoned the fly. He helped me pull them and his boxers to the ground, and there it was. Big, and shiny with precum. I felt an urge to lick it like a lollypopp, and so I did. He moaned lightly as he entered my mouth.

My pussy was now dripping, I wanted his cock so badly. At the same time I was nervous, having never been with a man before. I took his cock out of my mouth and guided it towards my pussy. "Enter me" I whispered.

He took charge now, he laid me down on my back on the bed. Then he took the tip of his cock and rubbed it against me. I thought I would explode at the sensation of his manhood rubbing against my clit. He then proceeded to spread the lips of my pussy with the head of his cock, and slowly he pushed inside of my tight little pussy.

I had masturbated before, so there wasn't much pain as he entered me, just and overwhelming sense of pleasure as he gently started to fuck me. When he noticed that I was enjoying it he sped up, fucking me a bit harder. I was in love with this, with the sensation of having a man inside of me, of being worshipped, of giving pleasure and of recieving it. A few minutes later his cock started shivering, and his cock erupted with cum inside of me - the greatest sensation I'd ever felt filled my body as we both reached orgasm at the same time.

He then pulled out of me, leaving me on the bed, exposed, dripping with his cum. He left the room, saying he had to find my sister. I stayed on the bed as another guy entered the room, a guy I had never seen before. He looked at me, a bit surprised.

"John said there was a surprise for me in here," he said, "I didn't think it'd be this".

I was quiet; I didn't know what to do, so I stayed where I was as this guy, too, entered me, fucked me, and came in me. To him, I was as disposable as a Kleenex. It was a weird sensation, being a gift, an object for pleasure. I loved every second of it. It was as if I was having one long, extended orgasm. The guy came, then left. I stayed.

Rumor seemed to spread fast among the guys at the party. One after another guy would come, fuck me, and leave. Cum was leaking out of me, staining the bed. I was in heaven and in hell, not knowing what to do, how to leave, if I wanted to leave, or if I deeply, desperately wanted to stay, being used by these strangers.

I lost count of how many men came in me already that first night. I was their slut. I was a slut. A cumdump, a breeding cow, their plaything, their goddess of fertility. I embraced it, I loved it, it was who I was and who I was to become. Hundreds of men have come in me since then, used me for the slut I am, tied me to beds, had their way with me, and watched as their friends enjoyed the pleasures I could provide.

My body is theirs, it is yours.

I later learnt John had done this to Emily too. That she hadn't passed out drunk, but rather that she was being fucked on the kitchen table. No wonder John was so popular. Emily and I have been to many parties since =)