A String of Firsts

A String of Firsts

By Dawn R

A young girl's lust-driven voyage of self-discovery. All references are to people who are over eighteen.

The couple in the townhouse opposite were quite old. From my bedroom I would sometimes see them moving around but never paid much attention until the day my mother said the old lady had died. I'm Cindy, I'm eighteen still living with my Mom; my parents divorced when I was seven. My Mom only started dating again last year; she's gone on a few sleepovers but has not found Mister Right. I'm not sure she really wants to; she runs a very successful business and leads a full life. She's not shy about telling me she does like having real sex again from time to time even if toys are quicker and more dependable for satisfaction. It's an adventure I have yet to experience but I am going to start college next week.

A few days after the news of our neighbor's death, I say neighbor although we don't really know them, I was in my bedroom when I saw the old guy watching me. Normally I kept my curtains closed until had showered but this morning I had not. 'Perv,' I thought and then for some reason I pulled off my pajama top. I watched his reaction from the corner of my eye. I did not want him to think I had done it deliberately. Had I? I genuinely did not know, but he sure was trying not to stare. I picked up my bathrobe, slipped off my pajama bottoms and stood naked for a minute before slipping the robe on and leaving the room. I didn't dare even peep to see his reaction to that.

When I returned from the shower, he was still there sitting in a chair reading the paper. I noticed the chair had been pulled round so he could look at my window without moving too much. Without looking at him I slipped off the robe and hung it up presenting him with an unobstructed view of my rear. I have good legs and a tight little ass. As I stood there naked moving from one foot to the other, I realized I could study the reflection in the mirrored door beside me.

The old guy, Mr. Knowles, I think that's his name, had stood up and was staring quite openly at my butt. Before I knew it, I had stepped back and was leaning forward to look at my shoes on the cupboard floor. I spread my legs and peeped through them to see Mr. Knowles trying to scrutinize the space between my parted thighs. I was starting to feel really raunchy especially as he began to stroke the front of his pants. I guessed even at his age thing were stirring in there too. How old is he anyway? I think my Mom said they were both in their early sixties. I guess you can still get it up, but I don't know. That's what Viagra is for, isn't it?

As soon as I turned round, I found he had sat down and was hidden behind his newspaper. I stood pretending to look up at something in the distance and after a minute the paper moved enough for him to stare at my full-frontal nudity. Then he stood up holding the paper in front of his pants and looked my way as I met his gaze. He smiled and I found myself grinning too. He waved and I had to resist waving back. Instead, I turned and pulled on some underwear. When I looked up, he was gone. I finished dressing and went down for breakfast.

Two mornings later I came back from the shower wrapped in my towel and opened the curtains. Mr. Knowles was sitting there reading the paper. Facing him I began to towel my back. He was immediately watching, and the paper was laid aside. I was already mostly dry, but I kept on toweling my back. He lifted some binoculars from his lap and raised them to his eyes. I saw him fiddling to adjust the focus and I stood there holding the towel by my side until I was sure he had a perfect view. Then I parted my legs and began to towel between them. I had been dry down there, but now I could feel the moisture. I dropped the towel to the floor and ran my fingers over the hairs of my landing strip. Mr. Knowles put the binoculars down on the arms of his recliner and stood up. He was also wearing a robe; he undid the sash, and I was staring at his partially erect penis. I'd never seen one before, except in pictures, and I felt a rush of excitement.

He grasped it in his right hand and began to stroke it. My fingers found my clit and began keeping time. All of a sudden, I was very wet, and I held up my fingers to show him. He released his penis to show it standing erect in its full glory. He re-grasped it and we began again. My fingers kept sliding towards my hole, but I had never let them do more than explore the perimeter of the entrance. As our pace increased, I was unable to stop first one and then two fingers from sliding in a little way and then back up the length of my clit to the glans and down again. I could feel the first spasms rippling through me as I tried to hold on.

Only moments later he rose on his toes, and I saw a great white spurt from his penis followed by several more. He was making no attempt to catch them. In that moment my knees buckled as the most stupendous orgasm wracked me with repeated muscle contractions. It was far and away my best ever and I may have blacked out for a moment on the floor. When I got up Mr. Knowles looked relieved to see me. He was using a tissue on his...COCK. Well, it is a cock, isn't it? That's what everyone calls them, that or dick or prick. I think I prefer cock. After all, I had just seen it crow.

It had shrunk considerably, and I wondered what size it had been. Not small, I was pretty sure of that. I wondered what it would feel like to have that old man's cock in me, and I started to tingle again. I looked up and he was just leaving the room dragging his robe behind his saggy butt.

First day of college I meet this really cool guy. He's a senior and he's selling memberships to something called 'Troglodyte Society'. If I understand correctly, they explore, and even camp in, some of the extensive local caves. I don't join but I'm intrigued and two days later I go to their introductory meeting where they are providing more information. The current membership seems quite limited, just three other guys and an elfin girl called Trish. By elfin I mean she's barely five foot tall with a petite body. I'm one of just three who are interested in joining, a guy and two other girls.

The guy is quite cute, and we go for coffee afterwards. His name is David and he's a 'fresher' like me. Seems we'll be in some of the same classes.

"Which residence are you in, David?" I ask, and after we've talked about our classes, we talk about what caving will be like, some life history and our other interests.

"I'm local, so I'm afraid I live at home with my parents. They say I can share an apartment with someone next year, but they weren't paying fees just to have me live in residence twenty minutes away. It kind of sucks, although we have a nice home."

"It's my first time away on my own and I was really looking forward to it."

"I envy you. It's more the real college experience."

"Did you apply to other schools?"

"I thought about it, but I like it here. I just wanted my own place. I will next year. Hey, it's going to be nice this weekend why don't you come to my place? We have a pool. You could even stay over. I mean you'd have you own room. I know we just met."

"Won't you parents mind?"

"No, they want me to meet new people. Anyway, they're in Europe for three weeks."

Am I stupid? I say, "Yes, I'd love to!" to a boy I hardly know, but then I don't know anyone here and he seems really nice. The kind of well-mannered boy even my parents would approve of, but that can't be helped. Maybe he has a wild side. Better to stay inside the tracks while I find my feet. He is sexy in a quiet way.

That night I tell my roommate Nora and she immediately says, "I hope you're on the pill."

"What?"

"Well, he's not inviting you home to meet his mother, so he's expecting to fuck you. Are you on the pill?"

"I've got a prescription from our family doctor I just haven't gotten it filled yet. Anyway, I don't think David's like that."

She just laughed and said, "get it filled at the clinic before you go."

He picks me up right after we finish Chem 1.01 on Friday. He's driving the family car, a large Subaru. He drives confidently and I look around, everything after we leave the university area is new to me. If I saw it on the drive in, I don't remember. After twenty minutes we pull into a rather smart subdivision of detached houses. People are mowing their lawns or washing their cars, all very suburban and normal. The house is on the end of the street set back about thirty yards from the sidewalk. Beyond is a dense growth of trees.

After we park in the driveway he ushers me inside. The house is completely quiet but has a family-lived-in feel that I find welcoming. He shows me straight up to my room which is next to his. He explains it's his brother's but he's away for the weekend we're on our own.

"Does your brother know I'm going to be here?"

"None of his business. What he doesn't know won't hurt him," a typical brother's response I think, although I'm an only child so what do I know?

"You might want to change into a swimsuit and catch some rays. I'm going to. See you downstairs in a minute or two," and with that he leaves.

I open my suitcase and ponder which one to put on. I start to put on the one piece but then I get a squirrely feeling in my stomach. I quickly peel it off remembering Nora's words and think "what if he really does want to fuck me," and I find that squirrely feeling is making me wet. Instead, I put on my string bikini. It isn't super micro or anything, but it also does not leave too much to the imagination. "Maybe it's time to cast off this mediaeval badge of honor called virginity."

When I go downstairs, I see the patio door is open and he's laying out a pair of towels by the pool. The pool area is nice and quite secluded, the dense trees on the only side that isn't hidden by the house itself.

During the swim the top of my bikini becomes untied...how careless of me. David face is a picture of confusion, and his face has gone bright red. He doesn't say a thing but just stands there. "Whoops, my bad," I think, but I don't regret it. It appears we are not taking the opportunity to skinny dip, too bad. I hastily reposition my top with the strings more firmly attached. Later we order in pizza, and I find some wine in a wine-fridge by the kitchen door. David's nervous but as the bottle's half empty, I figure no one will remember it wasn't finished. It's not as though it's going to make us squiffy.

He has one glass and I have two. Then we sit on the settee and watch hockey, not a game I love. However, after a bit I nibble his ear and we kiss, and I lead his hand to my boob and by the third period his attention is divided between the game and nibbling on my nipples. With five minutes left I unzip his fly and free his cock. I begin to rub the shaft gently. Then I trace my fingers around the smooth head. In the dying seconds of the game, I lean over and take him in my mouth sliding my lips over the dome of his cock. Despite an urge to gag I keep going until my lips are brushing his pubic hair. I've swallowed the whole thing, what they call 'deep-throating', although it's really just touching the back of my throat. I have no trouble breathing as my tongue runs around it. These are all things I have dreamed of doing but have never actually done before.

Barely two minutes later he cums in my mouth which is a little unexpected. I swallow his cum without really tasting it. He apologizes and says he'd never really made out before. I don't consider we've really made out. He's climaxed. 'Big Whoop for him!' We're both still dressed. With the game over he's ready for bed...he in his and me in mine. He seems a little scared of my wildness. As I lie there it occurs to me that his erect cock is quite a bit smaller than Mr. Knowes'...disappointing!

Some time later I'm awakened by the opening of my bedroom door, and I turn on the bedside light.

David is standing in the doorway staring at me. He's wearing a robe, and his hair is wet.

"Hellooo, who are you?" he says.

"Stop messing about, David," I reply, "Come and get into bed with me?" I lift the sheet to show him my naked body.

"I'd love to but I'm not David," he says, "I'm his brother Peter."

Rubbish! There's no doubt in my mind, "No you're not, you're David and you're just messing with me. Stop it, I don't think it's funny. Get into bed if you're going to."

"All right, but I really am Peter. We're identical twins."

"And I'm Taylor Swift."

"No, you're not you're way too young, but if you insist, I will accept your kind invitation," he replies, as he slips off his robe and slides into bed beside me.

He snuggles his naked body against mine and I feel a rush of heat through my entire being. Did he touch me first or did I reach for him? In seconds we're running our hands over each other's bodies, especially the interesting bits. He slides down the bed, gets between my legs and goes to work with his tongue. This is one of my wildest fantasies and I guess he's decided to repay me for the earlier blowjob. I lie back and everything in my body goes into overdrive. His tongue is running up and down my clit; then he's sucking on the glans and licking right down to my entrance.

I begin to understand how earlier he had come so soon. I feel my own climax is rapidly approaching. Then he stops and slides up the bed again to kiss me. This is real, deep and dirty kissing, not like before and as his fingers go where his tongue had been moments before, my hand finds his cock. It feels hot and very hard. Then he's rubbing the tip against my juicy cunt. I raise the sheet to watch as he pulls back the foreskin to reveal its purply-red head. He moves the end closer and begins to insert it. He starts slowly, agonizingly slowly. There's a moment of sharp pain. I guess I still had a hymen but then he's through. The sensations of that first invasion by a man's cock are hard to describe even though I'm focused on memorizing every bit of it.

At the same time, I'm impatient. He's taking too long. I have a brief moment of panic as I realize I haven't taken any precautions yet. He certainly isn't wearing a condom. I brush the thought aside; this is too good to stop now. 'Why did he play the silly Peter game?' I wonder as I feel him moving within me. Then I think, "Aren't I supposed to be doing something?"

I know how to do Kegels and begin to try to match his rhythm with contractions of my pelvic muscles as I grasp his hips and try to pull him tighter and deeper. He's brushing against what must be my cervix and I like it, more than like it.

He's already wound me up with his foreplay and suddenly I find myself swept up in an irresistible orgasm. As I experience a series of after-shocks, he just keeps going, faster now, and I sense he's almost there.

'Pull Out!" my mind screams, but I'm not sure I've actually said anything. In any case it would have been too late as I can feel his penis jerking deep inside me and a sensation that can only be the outburst of his sperm.

We lie there together and say nothing. I'm amazed how much bigger his cock had felt in me than it had when we were fooling around earlier. I can feel it shrinking out of me, but he still holds me. "Stay," I say.

"I intend to."

When I wake up there's light coming round the blinds and the other side of the bed is empty. As I lie there something is bothering me and when he walks back in through the door moments later and slips off his robe, I know what it was.

"You're not circumsized."

"Good Morning! You're very perceptive. However, as you probably know, my brother is."

"Shit! Your really are Peter."

"Yes, we're identical twins, almost identical. David is the really bright studious one, and I'm the lazy, take it easy one, although I'm not dumb. Would you like to fuck me again?" His hand is gently stroking some stiffness into his cock. It's definitely bigger than David's, longer and thicker.

"Yes, I would," I say. My hormones are in control again and that's fine with me.

He comes over, throws back the sheet and spreads my legs. He pauses and his gaze further inflames me. Then he pushes my knees up to my chest and climbs on top of me. We're going hard when the door opens and there is an audible gasp that is not ours. I look over and Davis is standing there holding a cup of coffee or tea, which I suppose is meant for me. He probably knocked but I for one did not hear, and I doubt if Peter cared, given that he is fully invested in driving into me with even greater ferocity than last night.

David's entrance distracted me, but only momentarily. I know it is rude, but I'm a quick learner and I'm really fucking Peter as hard as he's fucking me. At some point David left. In his place I would probably have stayed but I'm beginning to realize I am both an exhibitionist and a voyeur, if not an out and out pervert. Happy Days!

Shortly after Peter and I had both reached a very satisfactory conclusion David marches back in.

"Peter, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were away this weekend."

"Well, little brother, I thought I was too, but it didn't work out so I came back to find Goldilocks sleeping in my bed."

"I'm not your little brother, we're twins, you dickhead. Cindy, what the hell are you thinking?"

I'm thinking, "Yes, you are his little brother, probably by a good inch both in length and girth," but I just say, "I thought he was you and you had woken up to the realization that I wanted you to fuck me."

"So, you just went ahead and fucked him?" David says to me ignoring Peter who's saying, "I'm a full two minutes older, brother"

There isn't much left for me to say.

Later Peter drove me home; David isn't talking to me. I quite understand. What I did was fairly unforgivable, even if initially unintentional. The truth is getting fucked was always the intention and Peter was the lucky recipient. Chem 1.01 became awkward, but it was a large class and we avoided each other without much difficulty. Peter and I continued to have dates and sometimes Nora would stay away while we fucked in my room. One time she came back and watched and then at her request Peter fucked her and I watched. Peter and I and sometimes Nora continue to have fun fuck dates. That as far as our relationship goes, just sex and laughs, no attachments. We are starting to explore more public locations as it intensifies the experience. Maybe I'll keep you posted.

THE END

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