AN EROTIC STORY HOSTED BY IMPREGNORIUM.NET

Like many of the women who write to this site, I was planning to save myself for marrage. Of course, boys always try to make that difficult.

I dated a reasonable amount in Jr. high and highschool, starting with cute little trips to the skating rink with my mother or my dates' mother driving. At 15, I first dated a boy with a car, and learned about the fun and danger of, 'parking'. I guess that the danger was part of the fun really. I was playing with fire, and the closer to having sex I got, the more fun it was.

By 16, I was eagerly getting my breasts rubbed, and occationally giving hand jobs. Eventually, I tried giving a blowjob, and it was OK. I didn't really get that much out of it, but the guy LOVED it, and that made it all worthwhile, so I started doing it more often than hand jobs.

However, it just wasn't enough for one guy. I refused to give up my virginity, and he wouldn't go out with me if I 'held out' on him. I was bemoaning my problem to one of my girfriends when she suggested that I try anal sex with him. She said she hadn't tried it, but had heard it was just as good for him as the real thing. Of course, by the time it came up, he had already dumped me.

However, I tried anal sex with my next boyfreind, and he loved it. He wasn't a virgin, and told me, afterward, that it was just as good. I started keeping KY jelly in my bedroom, and I sneeked him in to try it out. My next boyfriend liked it too. I figured that I had found my solution.

After that I dated a older guy named Keith who was 28 to my 17. He was really self assured, which was a real turn-on. We started doing the parking routine, going from kissing to blow-jobs very quickly. I figured that I would have anal sex with him as soon as I got him back to my house alone.

As fate would have it, one night, we were alone at his apartment, watching a video. We made out during the movie, and then went to his bedroom afterward. He asked me if I wanted to have sex with him, and I told him I was saving myself. He didn't seem too happy about that. I said I would do anal with him if he had any lubricant on hand.

At this point, he was fingering me, and I was pretty wet. He suggested that if he could keep me turned on, I could provide enough lubricant on my own. That was good enough for me. So we stripped of the rest of our clothes and I got on all fours on his bed. I rubbed my clit and dipped his finger into my vagina. He would dip it in, rub my juice off on his penis, and then rub my clit again.

This went on for a long time, and I was getting very turned on. The whole time, he was kissing my neck and shoulders. Sometimes, we would reach up and play with my nipples a little. I had never been so turned on before.

He rubbed his slippery penis head arround on my anus a few times, but said it wasn't ready yet. After a while, he started rubbing the shaft against my vaginal lips and clit. It was really nice. I was starting to get really warm inside. He started rubbing my clit with just the head of his penis. Then he would rub it with his fingers, while with the other hand he rubbed my lips with the head.

He rubbed the head back and forth, seperating the lips, and it felt really good, especially with him keeping my clit buisy. Eventually, I felt his head go in. Pulled away gently, and said, 'careful.'

He kept on rubbiing my clit, and sliding the head between my lips. I was getting really into it, and started bucking my hips a bit. This gave him another chance to put his head into me. Before I could
say anything, he said, 'sorry,' and pulled back out.

I guess that made me fell like I could trust him. After all, it was sort of my fault that it had gone in, and he pulled it out. I said, 'It's OK,' to try to make him feel better. His head popped into me again, the next time I bucked backward. It was feeling good, so I figured it was OK as long as it kept getting pulled out every time I bucked forward again.

Actually, it was feeling more than good. After it had gone in and out a few times, I was really getting into it. I started bucking a little further back each time. He picked up on this, and started stroking a bit. He also went a little further forward so that he wasn't pulling out of me any more.

At this point, I wasn't really thinking rationally any more. I was much too turned on. I was nearing orgasm from him rubbing me, and was starting to tense up when he started to push against my hymen. It hurt, but I was too turned on to care.

Then he pushed through it. It hurt a lot, but at the same time it was sort of a relief. At least I didn't have to worry about it any more. He was still rubbing my clit at this point, and I was really paying more attention to that than I was to the pain. I felt him push all the way into me and then start stoking. At that point, I had one really clear thought, which was, 'Oh my god! I'm having sex!' Before I had much time to think about it, I was coming, and before I was done, so was he.

I slowly sunk down until I was lying on my face, and he was lying on top of me. He had pulled his arm out from under me, and was still burried inside of me (and still pretty hard). He asked me if I was OK, and said he was sorry. I said that it was OK. I told him it felt wonderful, and sort of purred, 'mmmmmm.'

He started licking and nipping my neck again, and I amazed myself by having another orgasm. I hadn't ever heard of anyone getting and orgasm from having their neck nibbled.

After I had recovered, we pulled him out, and I rolled over. We kissed for a while. Eventually, I started playing with is penis, which was STILL hard. I figured I'd already blown my chance of marrying as a virgin, so I put him back in, and we went at it again, only facing this time.

The next day, I told my mother that I needed to see an Ob/Gyn. I said that I'd had sex, and wanted to get on the pill ASAP, because I was going to do it again. I can't say that she was very happy.

As it turned out, I was already too late and when I missed my period Keith didn't seem to mind. My parents made me wait until I was 18 and we got married on my birthday and I moved in with him. We've had two more babies since then.