Lynda smiled as Buddy almost reluctantly stood again. His underwear dropped to his ankles revealing his stiff cock. Lynda's eyes immediately focused on the member. She never tired of seeing a boy's prick, especially when it was stiff.

Buddy leaned forward once again. Lynda, for some unknown reason, was still a little apprehensive and kept her legs closed causing Buddy to straddle her. Lynda could feel his balls settle on her clit as his cock pressed into her belly. His lips met hers and they kissed passionately. Lynda's small but stiff nipples pushed into his chest. With his arms wrapped tightly around her and his naked body covering her, Lynda felt protected. This was a different experience for her. Instead of just "enjoying" the sex, she felt part of it.

It wasn't long before Buddy began to grind. Lynda could feel his cock roll around on her belly as his balls rolled around between her closed legs gently rubbing her crotch. As things heated up, she began to regret keeping her legs closed depriving herself of her now much desired pressure on her pussy. "Get up for a minute," Lynda suggested.

Buddy, not knowing what was wrong, slowly stood. The last thing he wanted to do was to loose contact with the nude girl flesh beneath him but he knew better than to argue. With his father and her's just down the hall, he would be dead before his feet hit the ground should she call out. He looked down at Lynda with a very disappointed look on his face.

As he stood, Lynda spread her legs. Her eyes were closed as she waited for him to climb back on top of her. In a matter of seconds, she half opened her eyes to see where he was. He was still standing. His cock was still rock hard but he had a bewildered look. "I only said for a minute," she almost begged. In a flash he was back on her only this time he was between her legs. She sighed as his cock went between her legs pushing gently against her pussy lips.

As they began to kiss again, Buddy's grinding started. Instead of his cock rolling across her belly, it was now rubbing against her pussy, parting her lips and massaging her clit. The sensations quickly overtook her and her legs instinctively opened wider. Her hips began to rock in time with his. Buddy's hand found her breast and he was mashing it roughly. Instead of hurting, his rough touch was actually turning her on more. Her hands went from his back to his ass. As she kneaded his ass cheeks, she tried to pull him closer to her now oozing pussy.

Lynda had never been so turned on. Her attraction to Buddy seemed to multiply her sexual lust. In her dazed state, she hadn't noticed Buddy's hand slip lower. Without warning, his cock sank into her. "Ow!"" she yelped as her maidenhood was forever ripped apart. It wasn't so much the pain as it was the surprise of being impaled. Buddy, being young and full of lust himself, pounded mercilessly into her virgin pussy.  Before Lynda could protest, he was cuming.

Tears filled her eyes. She hadn't even prepared, although she had no idea how she was supposed to prepare. She lay there in almost a state of shock. Buddy pumped a few more times then stopped. "Mmmm... that was great," he mumbled. They stayed motionless for what seemed to Lynda to be ages. His cock was still embedded deep in her belly. She had just been fucked.

"Let's go out and watch them play," Buddy finally said breaking the silence. He stood quickly pulling his softening prick from Lynda's pussy. She stared in almost disbelief at his once hard cock limply dangling between his legs. It was strange, she had not only had her first fuck, she was also seeing a limp cock for the first time that was not a baby's. Buddy dressed as Lynda watched. She still hadn't moved. Her legs were still parted as cum began to ooze from her freshly fucked slit. "You coming?" Buddy asked.

"Yeah... go ahead. I'll be right out," Lynda mumbled.

"OK," Buddy replied as he left her room like nothing had ever happened.

Lynda's hand snaked down and went between her legs. She could feel the stickiness of sex. She pulled her hand up in front of her face, studying it. She had expected to see the redness of blood but there wasn't any. That surprised her. After watching her friend loose her hymen to her sister and listening to other girls talk, she had expected to bleed. Thinking if she remained still, maybe she wouldn't start bleeding, Lynda didn't move for quite some time.

She must have fallen asleep as the next thing she was aware of was her father looking down at her. She was still completely naked and her legs were still hanging off the bed. "Are you OK?" he asked.

Realizing her father must have guessed what had happened, Lynda began to stutter. "I...I... Daddy, I didn't mean to! We just... I mean... He wasn’t supposed to!"

"It’s OK. You're fine. Did he rape you?" her father asked.

Lynda shook her head as tears filled her eyes. "You mad?"

"No. Why would I be mad? As long as you're OK and it's what you wanted to do, It's OK," he comforted. "Did it hurt much?"

"No," Lynda answered softly. "Just a little at first, then not at all."

"Wait here," her father said as he left the room. He returned a short time later with a pan. "Let's clean you up,” her father said as he lifted a washcloth from the pan, wrung it out, then began to wash the dried cum from Lynda's crotch. The warm washcloth was soothing. Where most would suspect Lynda to be at the least embarrassed, she became more relaxed by her father's actions. He had been the one to answer all her questions and give her guidance as she experienced sex. Who better to clean her after her first time?

His washing proved to be a little more than soothing. Lynda began to get excited. Her father hadn't noticed as he dropped the washcloth into the pan, announcing, "All set."

"Daddy, don't stop now," Lynda pleaded softly.

He smiled as his hand went to her pussy; this time without the washcloth. Slowly he began to rub. Lynda just enjoyed the sensations for a while. "Daddy... I had wanted you to be my first..." He was flattered by her statement but also sorry. She was no longer a virgin. He had found something he couldn't give her. "I know you can't be my first but would you be my second?" Lynda smiled.

Her father hesitated for a moment then stood. Slowly he began to undress. Lynda watched as each piece of clothing dropped to the floor until he was finally nude. Between his legs was, to Lynda, the most magnificent cock and balls she had ever seen. He lay down on the bed and resumed caressing her.

His experience showed and soon Lynda was ready. She began to roll over on top of him but he stopped her. "What's the rush?" he smiled as he eased her back down. He continued to rub her until she thought she would loose her mind. Finally he rolled on top of her.

"Oh Daddy," she moaned. He still didn't mount her though. He just rubbed her gently as his hips slide his cock back and forth against her slit. Lynda's hips shoved her pussy up trying to catch his cock. "Please!" she groaned in desperation.

He smiled as his hips rose and his cock finally parted her lips. Lynda came almost immediately as he sank into her

 By the time her father orgasmed, Lynda had cum three times. They finally separated and Lynda nuzzled up to him. In a sense he had been her first. He was the second to fuck her but the first to give her an orgasm by fucking her.