Solving My Problem


Part 1…

My first few sexual experiences weren’t very pleasant, mostly because I have a deep, dark secret. The truth is, I have a fairly small penis and I’m really embarrassed to let anyone know it. Growing up, I was as horny as any boy my age, but having a small cock kept me from being sexually active until I was out of high school.

To add to my misery, I have an older sister who was always very popular. Throughout high-school, I had a dozen chances to score with her hot friends, but I was too embarrassed to even try. Any time one of them showed the least bit of interest in me, I’d push her away.

The summer after I graduated from high school, my sister, Linda, came home for vacation from college and brought a few of her college friends with her. These girls were all smoking hot, too.

My sister, Linda, didn’t waste any time making herself at home after being gone all semester. She and her friends hadn’t been there half an hour before they all changed into their bathing suits and started laying out by the pool.

Of course, with all that eye-candy around, small dick or not, I wasn’t going to be left out. I changed into some swim shorts and made my presence known by the pool. I even tried being polite by asking the girls if they needed anything and offered drinks and snacks, all the while, giving myself the opportunity to check them out in their tiny suits.

My eyes were constantly drawn to Angie. She’s a brunette of average height with largish breasts and a cute face. She was wearing a two-piece suit with a little sarong skirt on over the bottoms, which appeared to be thongs. The top did a good jobs of accentuating her tits together and giving her some ample cleavage.

Erin’s physique contrasted Angie’s. She was tall and slender, and she had much smaller breasts. She had long, beautiful, brown hair that she wore draped over one shoulder and a beautiful face to match her body. Despite her sexy appearance, she still had an innocent, inviting smile. She was wearing a two-piece suit also, which was much skimpier than Angie’s, and she was definitely wearing a thong. I was trying to look at her without making it obvious that I was checking her out, but she was pretty obvious about looking to see if I was looking, so finally after I looked away when she caught me looking a few times, she just looked at me and smiled, then turned to face away from me to bend over and pick something up off the deck. That gave me a great view of her ass crack and the thin patch of material that covered her snatch. Her actions were so obvious, my sister let out a wailing, “Oh, my God, you tramp!” Erin giggled and said, “Shush. I’m just having fun.”

Linda’s other two friends didn’t have a whole lot to say. Cheryl was a red-head. She had a shapely body and probably the nicest ass out of all of them, but she also had the smallest tits of all the girls. She was wearing a one-piece suit and seemed to be very shy about showing off her body. She kept her eyes on me any time I was around her as if she was trying to force me not to check her out. Really, even though she didn’t have very big tits, she was still attractive, especially the way her hard nipples pressed against the thin material of her suit. In the front, she had a major camel toe. I don’t know why she was wearing a one-piece. It accentuated more of her sexuality than the other girls’ two-piece suits did. When she wasn’t glaring at me, the few rare times I saw her smile, she had a decent smile, one that I’m sure would melt the hearts of most guys.

Rachel was the tallest of the girls, with boobs I guessed to be a C cup. She was wearing a two-piece and she looked like she had dozed off in the sun.

My sister, Linda, didn’t seem to mind that I was there at all. She sat back in the pool chair in her little two-piece outfit and just grinned watching me check out her friends.

After sitting by the pool and trying to interject something meaningful into the girls’ conversation, I decided to go inside and watch some TV in the family room. The room faced the pool, and from the sliding glass door, I could still see everything that went on out there, just in case something interesting happened. With the sun still up and no lights on in the family room, I could sit there without the girls realizing I was there.

When I got inside, I could barely hear what the girls were saying with the TV going, so I turned the volume way down. After I muted the sound, I could distinctly hear Angie say, “Your brother is kind of cute.”

“He’s not so bad,” Linda said, “For a brother anyway. I just feel sorry for him sometimes.”

“Really?” Erin asked. “Why is that?” I was also curious. Why did she have to feel bad for me? She couldn’t have known my secret, could she? There’s no way she could know about my little dick.

“I think he’s still a virgin,” Linda said.

I was immediately embarrassed. She might not know my darkest secret, but knowing I was still a virgin and talking about it to her friends was almost as bad as knowing I have a small cock. The worst of it was that she was right, I was still a virgin, but how did she know that? Not only that, but why did she have to tell the other girls and why were they talking about it? I could hear them giggling.

“Really?” Erin asked. “Why? He’s not ugly and seems to be able to hold a conversation. He must have had at least one opportunity in his life to do something with a girl. And you know he’s not a fag. I saw the way he was looking at my ass.”

“Who could miss that? You were practically shoving it in his face! I don’t know why he’s still a virgin,” Linda said. “I think he’s just shy. You know how some guys are.”

“Yeah, like Mark.” Erin shook her head. “Remember him? I swear, he never even touched me. He was a nice guy, too.”

“I would have fucked Mark, too,” Rachel said. “He was cute.”

“Yeah, I would have fucked him, too, “Erin agreed, “But he never made a move on me. I made a few on him, but I think it scared him away.”

“Yeah, guys don’t like strong women, they think you’re pushy if you take some initiative,” Cheryl said, joining the conversation.

“That’s bullshit,” Angie said. “I bet if you made a move on any guy, he’d be all over it unless he’s gay or something.”

“I disagree,” Cheryl folded her arms over her petite chest. “You’ll scare him away.”

“Wanna bet?” Angie asked. “If I came onto Linda’s brother, he’d be all over it.”

“Are you saying you’re going to try to take my little brother’s virginity?” Linda asked.

Angie was quiet for a few seconds, then responded, “Would that bother you?”

“No,” Linda grinned. “If you want to fuck my brother, knock yourself out.”

Fuck. My crazy sister was out there talking to her friends about whether one of them should fuck me or not. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. If I hit on one of these girls in public, they wouldn’t give me the time of day, but because they were with my sister, they acted like it was no big deal to fuck me.

“I hope you like rejection,” Cheryl added. “How would you plan on doing it?”

“I don’t know,” Angie looked thoughtful. “Maybe I could say something like, ‘Nice shoes, wanna fuck?'” The girls laughed. “Yeah, with my luck, he won’t be wearing shoes.” Angie stood.

“You’re going to do it now?” Linda sounded surprised.

“Yeah, why not?” Angie said.

“With all of us here?” Linda asked.

“What kind of a whore do you think I am? I’m not going to bring him out here and fuck him in front of you bitches. I’ll do it inside.”

Angie started walking toward the back door. I panicked a little, then fumbled for the remote control to turn the volume back up.

“Hey,” Angie said, entering the family room.

“Hey,” I replied.

“Weren’t you wearing shoes earlier?” She asked.

“What?” I asked. “Shoes?”

“Nothing. I was going to make a joke. Forget it. Hey, do you have any more of that lemonade you had before?”

“Lemonade?” Now, I was starting to sound like an idiot. I was nervous and I was hoping it didn’t show.

Angie grinned. “Yeah, you know, yellow liquid. Kids sell it on hot days.”

“Sorry,” I acted like I didn’t get the sarcasm. “Would you like a glass.” I stood from the chair and walked toward the kitchen.

“Please,” she smiled, following me, “Unless you want to just pour it in my mouth for me.” Apparently, she had a sarcastic sense of humor.

In the kitchen, I poured her a glass while she stood there in that hot bikini of hers, twisting her hair around a single finger as she leaned on the counter.

“Are you into music?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked in return.

“Music. What do you listen to?”

“All kinds of stuff, I guess. Probably nothing you’d like.”

“How do you know what I like,” Angie smiled taking the glass of lemonade from me. “Got a big collection?”

“Yeah, a couple hundred CDs,” I said.

“Where are they?” She asked.

“Upstairs. In my… They’re in my bedroom,” Geez, I was stuttering at simple questions. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but she’d just been outside talking about how she was going to come in the house and fuck me. I was far too nervous for this. To make matters worse, my sister and three of her other friends knew what was going on.

“Can I look?” She asked.

“Sure, just go up the stairs and turn left,” I know. I’m a fucking idiot. She was throwing herself at me and creating the perfect opportunity and I was so stupid I was going to blow a sure thing, too.

“You’re not going to show me?” Angie sounded disappointed.

“Oh, sorry. I’ll take you up there. Follow me.” The prospect of fucking a hot girl like Angie had me so excited, I had to force myself not to take the stairs two at a time. I looked over my shoulder a couple of times to make sure she was still behind me.

“I’m right behind you,” Angie said. “Don’t worry, I won’t get lost.”

When I got to my room, I sat back on the bed and pointed to my CD collection. Angie followed me in, closing the bedroom door and locking it behind her. My heartbeat quickened. My brain was on overload.

Angie stood with her back to me, then bent over in front of the stereo. It only took her a second to find the power button. She turned the stereo on and hit the play button, starting up the CD that was already in the player.

When she stood and turned, she caught me looking right at her ass.

“Were you just checking me out?” She sounded serious, but not angry.

“No,” I lied. “I was…”

“You were looking at my ass, weren’t you?”

“Well, I was just… It’s just that…” Damn, I was tongue-tied again.

“Hey, it’s okay, really. Actually, now that we’re on the subject, would you mind giving me your honest opinion?”

“About what?” I asked. What could I possibly have an opinion that would matter to her?

“Well, you’re obviously a guy, right?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Okay, then do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” She stood with her hands on her hips.

“I guess so. Like what?”

“Well, I don’t want to embarrass you, but I’d just like the opinion of a guy on a few things. You’re my best friend’s brother, so I feel more comfortable asking you some things than I would a guy I’m dating. Know what I mean?”

“I guess so,” I had no idea what she was getting at.

“Okay, cool. First question: Do you think this bathing suit looks okay on me?” She untied the sarong skirt and held it loosely in one hand as she turned to show me her near naked ass. “Be honest.”

I swallowed hard, “Yeah, I’d say it looks good on you. You must know that already.”

“Thanks. You don’t think it looks slutty? My ex-boyfriend thought it did.”

“No, no, I would have to describe it as sexy, not slutty.”

“Really? You think it’s sexy?” She continued to change poses in front of me.

“Yeah, very sexy.” I could feel my cock growing in my shorts. I was hoping it wasn’t too obvious to her and for once, I was feeling fortunate about the small size of my cock. Maybe it wasn’t sticking out too far in my shorts and she wouldn’t notice it.

“That’s sweet of you. Thanks. Do you think it could be sexier?” She asked.

“Sexier? What do you mean?”

“Like, if I wore it differently, like this…” Angie raised the waist bands of the bikini bottoms so they were higher on her hips, narrowing the patch of material in the front in the process.

“Oh, I see what you mean. Uh, yeah, I guess that’s sexier.”

“You think so? Why?” I know she knew why, but I felt like she was trying to get me to say it out loud.

“Well, when you raise it up like that, the material in the front gets a little more narrow and it shows more of your uh, well pubic region.”

“You think so?” She glanced down at herself, then slid the material in a little more, causing the patch to narrow to about two inches. “How about that?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s even sexier,” My voice cracked as I spoke.

“What about my ass in this thong?” Angie asked, turning slightly to show it to me. “Do you think it’s okay in this?”

“Yeah, definitely,” I said. My cock was as hard as it was going to get. I couldn’t believe it. She was in my room and modeling her body for me.

“You don’t think my ass is too big?”

“No, definitely not. I think it’s perfect.”

“I’m glad I can ask you these things,” She smiled, then turned to face me again. As she did, she slid her hands up and down her waist, drawing my attention to her flat stomach. “Can you tell I do a lot of aerobics?” She patted herself on the belly.

“Yeah, it looks like you do,” I agreed. “You’re in great shape.

“Want to feel how hard my tummy is?” She took a few steps toward me until her legs straddled one of mine.

“I guess,” I stuck out my index finger and poked at her stomach gently.

“Not like that, silly, like this…” She grabbed my hand and flattened it out on her stomach, then ran my hand up and down her tummy from the top of her bikini bottoms to the bottom of the bikini tops. “How is that?” She let go of my hand, but I continued to move it around on her stomach.

“Wow,” I said. “You have a really tight stomach.”

“Thanks. I also work on my butt almost every day,” she turned to face away from me. “Check it out.”

With her back to me, I reached out both hands and gripped those beautiful ass cheeks. Giving them a good squeeze, I took both thumbs and parted her ass cheeks enough that I could view the thin material of the thong that ran the length of her ass and barely covered her asshole. I let go of her ass as she started to turn around to face me again.

“Do you work out?” She asked.

“Some,” I said.

“It looks like you do,” Angie reached forward and placed both hands on my shoulders, “Especially here on your shoulders. Do you mind if I touch you here?”

“No,” I gulped.

“Linda never told me she had a brother with such a hot body,” Her hands worked their way down from my shoulders onto my chest, then toward my stomach.

“I doubt she would have described me that way to her friends,” Now, Angie’s hands were on my stomach. I just sat there, waiting for what she might do next.

“You have a hard stomach, too,” she knelt in front of me, rubbing her hands up and down my stomach. As her hands massaged my stomach, her forearms brushed across the head of my cock, which was pressing at the material of my swimsuit. I know it was on purpose because she kept doing it again and again until finally, she was obviously moving her arm around to rub against my cock on purpose. “It looks like you have another strong muscle,” Her hand slid from my stomach and onto my thighs. Her thumbs rested dangerously close to the crotch of my swimsuit. The pressure of her thumbs tightened the material down on the swimsuit, accentuating the shape of my short cock.

I looked down at Angie as she appeared to have her eyes locked on the small bulge in my shorts. I suddenly became aware of several possible outcomes in this situation. Angie didn’t seem to be alarmed at the small size of my cock, at least not yet, but if she touched it or pulled my shorts down, I know she would notice. And if she did that, she might tell her friends about it, and worst of all, she might even mention it to my sister. There was also the possibility that she might just laugh right in my face. I couldn’t face that kind of embarrassment, so I sat up a little and reached for Angie’s hands. I was going to pull her hands away from my swimsuit, but before I could grab her hands, she reached up and stopped me, grasping my hands in hers.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“I just… It’s just that… Well, I’m not sure this is the right thing,” I stammered.

“What do you mean?” Angie looked genuinely concerned. “I didn’t embarrass you, did I?”

“No,” I was trying to find a way out of this before she exposed my secret.

“Are you okay with me touching you?” She asked.

“Yes, it’s not that. It’s just that…” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Have you ever done anything with a girl before?” Angie asked. “Is that it?”

I didn’t answer. I just looked at her.

“Hey, that’s okay,” She rubbed my hands gently. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We all had our first time some time, right?”

I nodded my head.

“If you don’t want to do anything, that’s okay. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you or anything. I just thought you and I might have some fun. That’s all.” Her voice was calm and soothing, like she genuinely cared how I felt.

I know my face was burning red with embarrassment at what I couldn’t say. I didn’t want to admit to her that I was ashamed of my small cock.

“I think I know why you’re so shy,” She said softly.


“Have you ever had a girl touch you before?” She asked.

I shook my head.

“That’s okay. I understand. We’ll just take it nice and slow,” Angie pushed my hands down to my sides, then let them go. She reached for the waist of my shorts and started to pull them down, but I quickly gripped her hands, stopping her from exposing my little dick.

“Don’t you want to do this?” Angie looked up at me.

I nodded.

“It’s not just because it’s your first time, is it? I think you’re embarrassed because you have a small dick,” She said. My secret fear was realized. She came right out and said it. “I don’t mean to be mean, but I can see already by the little bulge you’re making in your shorts that it’s not very big.” She paused for a long time, looking at me. I could have died from embarrassment. “That’s okay, though,” she smiled. “I bet we can still have some fun with it.”

“I, I don’t know,” I stuttered.

“Are you worried I’ll say something to the other girls about it?”

I nodded my head.

“You don’t think I’d pull your pants down so I could look at your little dick, then go and tell the other girls about how small your little dick is, do you? That would just be mean. Why don’t you let me get these shorts off of you and show you some thing that feel good and we can just keep it our little secret, okay?” She smiled. I couldn’t believe how many times she referenced the size of my cock and I was further embarrassed that she’d chosen to call it a ‘little’ secret, but I figured the worst of it was over.

“Okay,” I released my grip on her hands and placed my palms down on the bed, gripping the top sheet firmly with my fingers.

Angie tugged my shorts down to my ankles and let me kick out of them, leaving me completely naked and exposed in front of her. I was really nervous. No one had ever seen me naked before, especially a girl as hot as Angie. Now, I was lying on my own bed with my erect little cock pointed at her.

Angie’s eyes fixed on my little dick. She grinned as she made eye contact with it. I guess it amused her to see a cock as small as mine struggling to be as erect as it was. She slid her hands up my legs, then with the index finger of one hand, she traced the outline of my cock, gently running her finger up one side, then down the other.

“It’s not very big, is it?” She asked. “It’s a little longer than this finger, but it’s a lot thicker, isn’t it? And, it’s really hard,” She commented. “Have you ever had a blow job?” She didn’t bother to look up. Instead, here eyes were fixed on my rigid little cock.

“Never,” I replied.

Angie wasn’t waiting for an answer. As I spoke, she moved her head forward and engulfed my small cock with her eager mouth, sucking me inside her warm, moist lips. I tensed every muscle in my body when I felt her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock, providing a stimulus I’d never felt before. It was fantastic. I was in pleasure overload. My hands gripped the bed sheets so hard, I thought I might rip the sheets.

With one hand, Angie cupped my balls, rolling them around in her hand as she sucked on my cock while her other hand pressed against my stomach.

“Do you like that?” Angie asked, pulling her head back slightly from my cock, but she didn’t stop stimulating me. She continued to fondle my balls with one hand and used the other hand to stroke my cock up and down near the head. Because of my short cock, she had to use just her thumb and index finger, which she flipped around so her thumb was down and her pinky was on top. “How do you like that?”

“That’s great,” I responded, although the answer should have been obvious.

Angie stroked my cock gently while she gently squeezed my balls. Her hand massaged my little cock masterfully. Before I knew it, I was about to cum. Then, my body tensed again as I shot a thick glob right onto Angie’s forehead.

“Whoa!” She said, pulling her head back momentarily, but she quickly recovered her composure and moved her mouth back over my cock as I continued to cum. She must have been loving making me cum. When she put my cock back in her mouth, I could feel her sucking at it, drawing more of the cum out of me as her tongue flicked along the tip of my cock, forcing me to cum even harder.

She reached up with one hand and fanned her hair out of her face, obviously not caring about the shot of cum that was on her forehead, which was now starting to ooze down between her eyes and to one side of her nose.

Angie gave my balls a good squeeze, apparently attempting to coax a little more cum out of them, but I think I was finished by then. My cock was still throbbing, but not bucking violently like when I’m cumming.

“You came pretty fast,” Angie announced, pulling her head back again.

“Sorry about that,” I said.

“That’s okay. I’m sure you will build up some stamina the more we do this. And look where you got me,” she pointed to her nose and grinned. “I need to see this.” She stood and turned to face the mirror on my dresser. “Wow!” She turned to face me. “That’s a good shot.”

“Angie!” One of the girls was yelling from downstairs. The voice was somewhat muffled by the music playing and the closed bedroom door.

Angie unlocked and opened the door, then shouted, “What?” As she did, I quickly pulled my shorts back up and on.

I couldn’t make out what the other girl said, but Angie answered her, “Okay, I’m coming!” She turned to face me, saying, “We’re going to go do a little shopping. Want to come with us?”

“No, I have some things to do here,” I was lying, but I thought for sure my sister and her friends would start teasing me about what had happened just now.

“Okay, then I guess I’ll see you later, okay?”

When she’d taken a couple of steps out in the hall, I called out to her, “Angie, wait!”

“Yeah?” She turned to face me.

“Uh, you still have some, uh, stuff on your face.”

“I know,” She smiled, then went downstairs. I was horrified to think what my sister and her friends were going to say when they saw my cum on Angie’s face. I quickly went to the hallway and pressed my ear against the heating vent, which had always been a good place to hear what was going on downstairs.

“So, did you fuck my brother?” Linda asked.

“Not yet,” Angie answered.

“Why not?” Cheryl asked.

“He wasn’t wearing shoes,” she laughed.

“Wait, what’s that on your face?” Cheryl asked. “That looks like… Ew!”

“Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t make him cum. I just didn’t think any of you would believe I blew him unless I came down with some hard evidence.”

“You blew my baby brother?” Linda asked. She didn’t sound angry. Her voice sounded more surprised than anything. I didn’t hear an answer to a question, but after a short pause, Linda asked, “And that’s his cum?”

That’s all I heard until all the girls moved to another part of the house. I guess the got dressed and left. When they pulled out of the driveway, they left me all alone to reminisce. Maybe I was still a virgin, but I’d just gotten a blowjob from one of my sister’s hot friends, and she was supposed to be at my place all weekend long. I was looking forward to their return from shopping. I wondered what else might be in store for me when they returned.


While the girls were gone, I relaxed, threw a shirt and some shoes on, and cleaned up my room a little. And by “clean”, I mean I tossed a bunch of things in the closet and under the bed.

I heard the girls pull up outside, so I peeked out the curtain, making sure they couldn’t see me spying on them. I was admiring how hot they all were again, especially Angie. Maybe it was just because she sucked my dick, but I suddenly thought she was one of the hottest girls I’d ever seen. She was already hot in her swimsuit, but she looked even hotter to me stepping out of the car. She was wearing a pleated skirt that went about halfway to the knee and some boots that came almost all the way up to her knee, leaving a little leg showing. On top, she wore a little, white tank with a dark bra underneath, which was practically obscene.

Before the girls could get in the house, I started making my way downstairs. I wanted to pretend I’d been down there the whole time and that I wasn’t just barging in because they were home. I quickly plopped down on the couch and turned the TV on before they even got to the back door.

When they entered the house, the girls were chatting about something, but stopped when they saw me there. None of them carried any bags, so their shopping trip must not have gone well. I couldn’t remember a time my sister went shopping and didn’t come home with at least something.

“Hey, stud,” My sister said. I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it. She was always calling me some kind of pet name, whether it was ‘lady-killer’, ‘stud’, or some other macho name she came up with for me, but because of what I’d done with Angie, I was suddenly suspicious, but I tried to dismiss it, thinking I was just over-reacting.

“Hey, sis,” I replied.

“Oh, I was telling Cheryl how you have that CD of mine. Do you still have it?”

“Yeah, it’s in my room. I’ll go get it,” I stood from the couch and went up the stairs two at a time. In my room, I easily found the CD. It was sitting right on the stereo, but I didn’t go directly downstairs again. Instead, I went back to the hallway vent and listened in case they were talking about me again.

I don’t know what the first thing was that was said, but I picked up the conversation when Cheryl was saying, “I can’t believe you guys would plan something like that out. I think it should be more spontaneous.”

“Well,” Linda said, “I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t play some stupid mind games with him or fuck with him, okay? Having fun with him is one thing, but hurting his feelings to satisfy your own evil bitchiness is something I won’t stand for.”

Wow, I’d never heard my sister take up for me that way.

“I’m not going to hurt him,” Angie said. “I’m just going to fuck his brains out. What’s wrong with that?”

“You’re a slut, that’s what’s wrong with that,” Cheryl said.

“I’m not a slut. I just know what I want and how to get it, that’s all. Besides, you said the same thing yourself in the car.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“What did you say, then?” Erin asked. At first, I didn’t recognize her voice. She’d been mostly quiet until now. “It sounded like that to me…”

“Well, I don’t know what I said in the car, but what I meant was, if a cute guy hit on me, I’d consider sleeping with him. I’m not prude. I just think it should go a certain way, that’s all.”

“What if it was someone you just met?” Erin asked.

“If he was cute and we hit it off, I don’t see why not,” Cheryl answered.

“I wonder what’s taking him so long with that CD,” Linda said.

Shit. I was so involved in listening to the conversation, I forgot what I was doing there. I knew I could play it off like I was looking for it. Then, I heard some footsteps on the stairs, so I sprang to my feet and headed downstairs, but ran into Angie on the way.

“Hey,” she closed the distance between us and stood on the same step as me. I backed against the wall, but she continued to lean in, leaving only a few inches between our bodies. “Did you find the CD?”

I held it up between us. Angie took it from my hand.

“Thanks. What are you doing right now?” She was smiling so big. She was up to something.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Want to listen to some more music in your room?” She asked.

“Sure,” I said, assuming she was going to fuck me, like she’d told Linda she was going to do.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Angie turned away from me slightly, then stopped and said, “Wait, could you hold onto something till I get back?”

“What is it?” I asked.

Angie reached beneath her skirt, then tugged her panties down, slipped them down her boots, then tugged them off.

“These,” she said, holding a tiny white thong up beside my face.

I held out my hand to take them, but she pulled them away.

“Open your mouth,” she instructed with a grin. I did as she said. Angie stretched out the material and carefully placed a narrow piece of the material into my mouth. I assumed it was the crotch of the panties. “Close,” she said. I did as I was instructed. “I’ll be right back up. Get ready.”

She turned and skipped down the stairs, her skirt bouncing up and down as she want. I didn’t exactly know what she meant when she said to get ready, but I went to my bedroom and straightened the wrinkles out of my bed sheets, then turned the stereo back on again. I took the panties from my mouth and held them in my hand.

Angie startled me as she entered the room and approached me, slamming the door shut behind her, but I didn’t notice if she locked it this time or not. Without warning, she pulled her body close to mine and wrapped one hand around my neck. Our faces were only about an inch apart. With her free hand, she reached for the waist of my shorts and pushed them down.

“Are you really a virgin?” She asked.

I nodded my head.

“Do you want to continue to be a virgin?”

I shook my head.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

I swallowed hard, then nodded my head up and down.

“Are you still holding my panties?”

I nodded my head and showed them to her in my hand.

“Good,” Angie slipped my shorts all the way down, then gripped my cock with her fingers. Feeling it’s stiffness, she said, “I see you got yourself ready like I asked?”

Angie gently pushed me down onto the bed. I offered little resistance. Angie pushed my legs and arms around to position me on my back lengthwise on the bed, then she placed a knee onto the bed and slipped the other leg across me, straddling me like a rider on a horse.

She’d already stripped her panties off before she’d gone downstairs, but I was a little surprised that she hadn’t taken anything else off before climbing on top of me. When she got into position, she placed her hand on my chin with her thumb on one side of my face and her fingers on the other side, holding my head still. I was starting to get the idea she liked to be in control in the bedroom, first the way she’d forced herself on me and gave me a blowjob, and now while she was preparing to take my virginity.

“Be still,” she commanded, providing me further evidence of her dominance in the bedroom. “I’ll do all the work. You just say there and enjoy it, okay?”

I found it hard to nod my head with her hand gripping my chin in place.

With Angie straddling me, I could feel her moving her hips on top of me, sliding her pussy up one thigh before finding my cock. She must have been clean-shaven, I didn’t feel any hair or stubble on her slit as it slid across my skin.

When her pussy found my cock, I was already throbbing and wanting nothing more than to push it inside her soft, pink folds and bury it deep in her pussy, well, at least as far as my short dick would go. Angie didn’t allow me into her pussy yet, though. Instead, she teased the head of my cock with her pussy.

“Do you feel that?” she asked. “That’s my clit. It feels good to rub it on your little cock.” Talking about her clit made me bold. I moved my hands from the bed and onto her legs, then slid them up her thighs, resting them just below the hemline of her skirt.

“It feels good on my cock, too,” I assured her. She started rubbing her pussy up and down on my cock. I could feel the length of her slit running over the head of my cock, getting my dick wet with the juices from her pussy.

Then it happened. I let out a moan as she slid her pussy down over my short shaft, enveloping my cock with her moist, soft pussy. When she had me completely inside her, she pulled away again, almost causing my cock to pull out of her pussy again. When she slipped her pussy down over my cock again, she tightened up on my cock, squeezing down on me as she engulfed me again.

“Can you feel that” She asked, moving her head down close to mine. “I’m going to force you to cum again. Do you think you can cum again?”

“If you keep this up, I will,” I said.

“Good. I’d hate to think I was wasting my time on you,” she quickened her pace, moving her hips down to take my cock inside her, then pulling up to slide my cock back out of her pussy. I was amazed at how fast she could go without my little cock sliding out of her. Even though she was taking short strokes, her pelvis pressing against mine on each stroke made a slapping sound on each contact.

“Mmmph!” I mumbled, which caused Angie to go even faster.

“If you’re good, I’ll let you eat my pussy. Have you ever had your mouth on a pussy?”

“No,” I admitted.

“I’ve been told I have a good pussy,” Angie continued to ride me, gripping my cock tightly with her skilled pussy. “I shave it completely bald.” Talking about her pussy was an additional turn-on. I slid my hands up her thighs some more.

“Your pussy feels really good on my dick,” I informed her. “I want to eat it, too.”

“Good. I want you to eat my pussy. I bet you can suck some good pussy with this mouth of yours. I’ll just plant my pussy right over your face and make you suck my clit until I cum. Would you like that?”

“Yes, I’d like that a lot.”

“You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. I hadn’t thought about it before now. I’d never had a chance to do anything with a girl. This was all new to me.

Angie rephrased the question, “Do you like being told what to do?”

“I, I guess so,” I wasn’t quite sure. I liked her doing things to me, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be told what do to all the time.

“I’m going to start telling you what to do, okay? It’s like you’re going to be my little bitch.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. I didn’t want to be anyone’s bitch, even a girl as hot as Angie.

“We’ll see,” I said.

Angie looked at me in mock seriousness, “Yeah, we’ll see, but for now, you’re under my control.” I slid my hands higher on her thighs, pushing them beneath her skirt and onto her hips. I enjoyed the feeling of her soft skin beneath the flimsy skirt.

Then, it started. Angie’s rhythmic hip thrusts up and down on my cock finally did me in. I must have lasted a good five minutes, but now, I was ready to cum. My body tensed, an action that wasn’t missed by Angie. Seeing my reaction, she changed her motions. Instead of bumping her pussy up and down on my cock, she changed to a circular motion and tightened her pussy even more onto my cock, then continued to thrust up and down on my cock, allowing our pelvises to slap together.

I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was to come. I was going to have an orgasm and it was going to be a tense one, even more tense than when Angie had sucked my cock a few hours earlier.

“Look at me,” Angie ordered. “Don’t close your eyes!”

I forced my eyes open to see Angie’s face close to mine as she continued to fuck my cock. Her hair fell down in my face. I gripped at Angie’s hips, trying desperately not to dig my nails into her soft flesh. Impulsively, I opened my mouth. With the hand that was already on my face, Angie slipped a finger into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue with it.

Then, I came. I bucked forward with my hips, hoping Angie would stop moving and allow me to cum, but she kept riding me at full speed, making my orgasm more tense than I’d imagined it would be.

I grunted and groaned as I felt the cum leaving my cock and propelling itself into Angie’s awaiting pussy. I felt the long, thick strands of cum hurling themselves from my body and into Angie’s hot pussy.

“Mmmm…” Angie cooed. “I can feel your cum shooting into my pussy, you nasty fucker.”

Her words further excited me. When I thought my orgasm was ending, she rolled her hips around my cock again, causing me to shoot an additional stream of cum into her.

Then, I was finished. I was spent. That was my second orgasm in a short period of time and my cock was just worn out. Angie was still moving slightly on my softening cock. I gripped her hips with my hands. The tension was too much for me to take.

“Are you a little sensitive right now?” She asked, stopping her movements.

“Yeah, really sensitive,” I said.

“Hold on,” she warned, sliding her pussy up and off of my flaccid cock, then she leaned her face toward mine again and said, “Congratulations, you’re not a virgin any more.”

“Thanks,” I said.

Angie stood from the bed and straightened her skirt. “I thought you came a lot when I sucked you off, but I think you came more this time.”

“It felt like I came more this time, too.”

“You made a big mess of my pussy, too,” She gripped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up. I was suddenly embarrassed. Even though I’d just fucked her, I had never had a girl stand and show me her pussy. In fact, this was the first pussy I’d ever seen and it was beautiful, even if it did have my cum seeping out of it. Angie further exposed herself by reaching down and spreading her outer lips to give me a better look at her inner lips and her clitoral hood. “Look at it.”

“I am looking at it.”

“Do you see all this cum seeping out of me? You did that…” She wasn’t mad, just pointing out the obvious. “Okay, I’d better go.”

“Now?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she looked at my cock. “I can work with a little dick, but I can’t do anything with a soft dick.”

I suddenly felt inadequate.

“Hey, don’t worry. The weekend isn’t over. Plus, I’m going to use you to make me cum, so you’d better get some rest.”

When she turned to leave, I stopped her, “Hey, what about your panties?”

“Hold onto them for now,” she smiled.


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