A nice church girl, Rose, in the woods near our neighborhood. I was 14 and skinny and a good kisser. She was 13, had a nice smile, a good tan and big thighs and smallish tits. We lay on a blanket and kissed for a long time as I fingered her young pussy. I didn’t know what a clit felt like and I never knew if teen I touched hers. I remember her more as a girl than a woman and the folds of her virgin pussy were soft and pure. I have had the pleasure of ending the virginity of women and girls between the ages of 13 and 30 and it’s always special. We were both scared. When I rolled up from the side of Rose and got up on my hands over her, I asked, “Are you ready?”She smiled sweetly and nodded yes. She barely spread her legs and I guided my rigid dick into her tender and unmolested pussy lips. She just laid there motionless as I clumsily entered her virgin hole, pushing past her hymen, she gave a little grunt and she asked, “Was that my cherry?” I didn’t know and I don’t remember what I said, I just knew I finally lost my cherry with a “woman,” Fucking her slowly at first, I quickly blew my load on her bush and belly after 15 or so thrusts in her sweet young pussy when I pulled my squirting dick out as I had promised I would. We lie on the ground for a few minutes awkwardly and then cleaned up the semen and bit of blood from Rose’s cherry. Rose and I had sex a few more times, with her always on her back, spreading her tan, plump thighs slightly for me and receiving me as the polite, Catholic girl she was, with a smile and a thank you. Soon we moved on, something I am writing more about in another story about the summer of sex a group of us enjoyed in those same woods. Back to my sister, by the time I was about to turn 18 she had finished college and medical school and was about begin her residency out of town. She took the time to attend the big family reunion camping trip and we had a few talks, catching up. I barely knew her, she had been living blowjob away from home for school for a long time, but we got along easily and I tried to get the image of her naked body that I had beat my meat to so many times out of my head. We were on a hike in the dense woods, miles away from the campground, when she began asking me about high school and how I was doing with the girls. Being coy, I just said, “Alright.” But of course she pressed me for details and I let her know that amateur I had “Gotten it on with a few girls, but no one special.” I told her I would be heading to college without any attachments. A few minutes later when we were resting on a log my dear sister asked, “Have you had a blow job from a chick—or should I say—a good blow job where you are actually forced to blow a load of semen into somebody’s mouth?” Remembering my brother’s advice from years earlier to not admit to anything and thinking of the couple of bad attempts at blow jobs that local girls had attempted and the only really great blow job I received was from an older man who had offered me money in the park late one night to suck me off, but gave me the best head I received for years for free, I said, “No,” not actually lying. She began to rub my dick through my shorts and said, “Remember the lesson I gave you years ago?” I nodded yes and she continued, “You’re going to school and you will probably get a lot of these. I want to give you a standard to measure them by…” She then pulled my quickly stiffening dick out of my shorts and put her head in my lap and began to expertly lick and suck my hairy cock and balls. She stopped for a moment and looked at me with a smile and said “You’re all grown up! Your penis is lovely! As a medical professional, my sister always called body parts by their correct names, this along with my adult sister trying to suck me off didn’t really make my dick the hardest, so my sister laid me out in the grass and whispered, “Close your eyes and relax and pretend I’m the prettiest girl who college WOULDN’T suck your dick and is now doing it…” She began to work on my balls and sack and soon enough I was rock hard as her warm tongue worked my pulsing shaft up and down. She popped my purple head between her full, soft lips and Hardcore began to gently suck it, pulling out the pre-cum. Then, slowly, at first, she began to swallow my cock whole and work it as a piston in her eager mouth hole, my sister’s big lips reminded me of Rose’s puffy virgin pussy lips from years before, and a unique feature of having my dear sister suck me off. I wasn’t happy about that, but what could I do? He whispered, “Fuck your Mom’s beautiful.” I lowered the TV volume, hoping Mom would go deeper into sleep. Tom licked the fingers of his right hand and rubbed her pussy and clit shortly before grabbing his cock in his hand. The rise of her breasts and the flat of her belly were delicious to see. “Oh, college Clint, I want your cum in me! I love it!” Chapter amateur 9. coming soon. He soon felt his cock swelling toward orgasm so he halted her and made teen her What was my social obligation here? She sucked hard on it, adding sparks of delight to the electricity building in me. My toes curled. “Get on the bed and lay on your back.” John said, and I obeyed. He opened up his locker and grabbing his phone, he flipped to the contact list. After one full revolution he decided (and I’m glad he did) that I needed to be strapped on over Hardcore my waist. She fell asleep with him, having completely blowjob forgotten that she initiated an attack on a nearby armory. “Yay!” they all cheered before jumping on me. Her clit peeked out of its hood. “Then it’s a good job that he’s not here to see me.” MAKE ME DO WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO DO. He was nearly there when Hayley called to him, making him turn around. I looked at her as she opened her eyes. “Kyle I take it you’ll have your usual? I hesitantly moved down the hallway past the bathroom, nearing her bedroom door; which was slightly cracked open. “Yes, Tina I want you to show me everything and I want you to make love to me.” There is clearly a metal walkway leading to an obscured door on one end. We did some fairly innocuous poses, both of us pretending this wasn't turning into something more. He glared down at me since he was a good few inches taller them my six-foot height. I said as I powered up to almost full power. My social security card has my given name of Andre, which I write as Andrea to pass and I have a job at more money than I was making as a guy, along with more hours and better hours and benefits.