Well, let me start by describing myself. My name is "Lesa" (not my real name), I'm 23. I'm 5'4" tall and around 100lbs; My hair is dark brown and about to the middle of my shoulder blades in length. My eyes are blue; guys seem to really like this. I don't exactly know my measurements, but I wear a 34 A bra (I'm not real big in that department) and around a size 5-6 pant. I'm told that my "bubble butt" is my nicest feature, anyway.

This story is about a very impressive event in my sexual life. I was 17 at the time and had just graduated from high school, it was summer of that year. I was a very horny girl, but had always managed to keep busy enough to not let thoughts of sex get in my way. I did, however, think about sex at every spare moment. Sometimes I would see some guy and "undress" him with my eyes, imagining what he would feel like in me and moving. These times would leave me very aroused with no real outlet for the feelings; in all this time it hadn't occured to me to masturbate!

Anyway, I knew what sex was, sort of. When I was 16, I had sex twice with 2 different guys from my school. The first time was not long after my birthday and I just sort of decided I didn't want to be a virgin anymore. The boy came off as rather experienced, and I assumed that would make things better. It was a small disaster overall, in that he rushed right from a little kissing and feeling me up to whipping his erect penis out,rolling on a condom (thank God for that!) and attempting to enter me. I figured, what the hell, this is what I asked for. I don't think either of us had all our clothes off and, to make matters worse, it was in the back of his car.

Fortunately, this all didn't last long. I just lay there, trying not to let on that it hurt like hell. When it was all over, we never really talked to each other again. I remember wondering if that was all there was to it; I was so disappointed that I really didn't think about having sex again for quite a while.

The next time I did have sex was about 6 months later, at the end of summer with a boy I was hanging out with. He was a year ahead of me in school and actually was heading off to college in the fall. He was very sweet and we had gotten into some pretty good makeout sessions in the past. I was thinking about sex again on a regular basis, so I thought I would try again with him before he went away. This time I was a lot more relaxed; even though the scenario was about the same (back seat of the car, not much foreplay, etc..) I found myself very aroused. When he pulled out the condom, I helped him put it on. Feeling his erection with my hands just before he entered me was really turning me on.

When the moment of penetration came, it hurt much less than the first time. In fact, it felt real good. This wasn't to last; because as I started to get into it I felt him stop moving and shudder, moaning at the same time. I could feel him pulsing in my pussy, this was very exciting to me. I remember thinking that I hadn't felt the same things with the first guy, but my pain was probably in the way of all that. It was all over a little too quick, but I now knew I was on the right track. This was starting to become more like my daydreams.

After he left for college, we wrote back and forth for a while, but that slowly petered out to nothing. I was back "in the chase" again.

My senior year was very busy and I didn't leave myself much time for a social life. I was still thinking almost constantly about sex. As a matter of fact, I would sometimes sneak peaks at articles about it in women's magazines at the supermarket. I was a very helpful daughter, volunteering to run to the market for Mom to perhaps catch another segment in another publication!

My 17th birthday came and I sort of reflected back on what I had done around my 16th. I don't know why, but having intercouse again became a goal like it was before. I didn't see many genuine chances coming in the future, as I didn't really have any very solid relationships with guys established. We graduated in early June and I took a cool summer job at the ice cream stand near the beach. I met a girl there (call her "Jenny") and we really hit it off. She kept suggesting hooking up with this guy and that guy,but I just felt weird about taking her advice.

Finally, Jenny wore me down. She said her boyfriend's brother was coming home from school and it would be cool to all hang out together. She said "Tom" (her boyfriend) could set this up and they could meet us at the lake after work. Tom's brother was a hunky blonde "surfer-type" about 6'2" tall and his name was "Trey", Jenny said. Against my better judgement, I said O.K.

The work day was coming to a close when this guy came to the window and asked for vanilla in a waffle cone; I hadn't looked up as I was busy cleaning. Jenny came up and sort of nudged me toward the window. I looked at her and she looked at me, nudging me again. I went to the window and my heart about flew out of my chest.

The guy was gorgeous! He was tanned, tall and blonde. He reminded me of Evan Dando of the rock band Lemonheads. His hair was long and sun bleached. He was wearing these big shorts, his shirt was off and wrapped around his waist. It hit me then that this was Trey. I could hardly get the words out of my mouth.

"Would you like a double or a single?" I asked.

"A single would be fine; make it French vanilla, if you have it, please," he replied.

I scurried back to get his request when Jenny came up to me very close.

"Isn't he beautiful?" she half whispered. I looked up, smiling. I nodded my head enthusiastically.

I returned to him with his cone. He took it from my shaky hand.

"Thank you, Lesa..isn't it?" he said, smiling broadly.

"You are very welcome, Trey," I replied. We both laughed, finally breaking my tension. Jenny and I got things cleaned up and got changed in record time. We hooked up with the guys on the beach minutes later.

We all walked along the beach together for a time, talking all the while. Trey was confident and engaging, but not to the point of being condescending or arrogant. He was well read and had traveled some; his sense of humor was self-deprecating and revealed itself in every story he told. I was totally engrossed in him. Trey and I started to walk more together than apart; we all paused to watch the sunset.

We headed up over a small hill, tossing down a blanket we brought along in a little dune "bowl" inside a pine grove. Even though the lake was very close, it was almost dead quiet here and the lake breeze was very gentle.

After a little while, Tom stood up. Taking Jenny's hand and helping her up he looked at Trey then at me.

"Jen and I are going over to Mike's place, his parents are out of town. Trey, you know Mike." Tom said.

"Yeah, that sounds good. You want to head over there now, Lesa?" Trey asked, turning toward me on the blanket.

"O.K. But in a couple minutes, maybe" I said. I thought I saw a smile light across Jenny's face.

Tom reached into his shorts pocket and tossed Trey his car keys.

"We'll take Jen's car. Trey, you break it, you bought it" Tom said, smiling.

"Forget about it, I don't have the 20 bucks it's worth" Trey quipped, dangling the keys above him in the dimming sunlight.

With that, Tom just shook his head and turned to walk away. Jenny looked back one last time and winked at me.

My mind was racing, my pulse accelerating. Trey and I talked some more and he lay back, facing the sky. I rolled onto my stomach and slid closer.

"I've had a great time, should we go now?" he finally said.

"Maybe we should, but I really don't want to," I said, my heart pounding.

"Well, then maybe I could kiss you. I've wanted to all night long," Trey said as he looked into my face.

That was all I needed; I planted my lips immediately on his. I was breathing hard through my nose and my left hand was rubbing on his chest, his hand came up to cover mine. He slid his hand up my arm to my neck and around the back. He lingered there for a little while before letting his hand start to slide down my back. I rolled to my side, as he did, drawing closer to him. We never broke our kiss.

His hand traveled around my body and under the T-shirt I was wearing to rub a breast, pausing to gently tweak a nipple. A rush of excitement caused me to pull away from his lips and inhale deeply. I was more excited than I had ever been before; I could feel his erection through the thin fabric of the shorts we were both wearing. My hand slid down and into the waistband on his trunks and I touched his cock for the first time, looking at his face while I wrapped my fingers around it. His eyes closed and he kissed me again.

Meanwhile, Trey's hand had slid inside my shorts to cup my small, round ass. He felt it through the thin panties I was wearing then traveled up to slip inside those to actually touch the skin. I started, almost instictively, to stroke his penis. This caused his hips to push forward. His breathing was increasing along with mine.

Trey slid his hand out of my shorts and gently pressed it against my hip. Our lips parted again as my hand came away from his hard shaft and I rolled to my back. He tugged at my shirt, sliding it up until I stretched my arms above my head to help him totally remove it. After he pulled the shirt away, he kissed me again as my hands wrapped around the backs of his shoulders. He slowly started to kiss down my neck and upper chest. I was looking up into the night sky, illuminated by the moon. I looked down to see Trey's head making its way to my breasts. He was tracing the path with the tip of his tongue; my nipples were fully erect, pointing into the balmy air.

Trey took first one nipple, then the other into his mouth. Each time he would flick the tip of his tongue over the end of the nipple, little electric shocks seemed to radiate straight to between my legs. I felt buzzed, like I was high or something because time seemed to be running slower and slower. I was also becoming more aware of a sort of deep sexual hum in my vaginal area, getting more intense as he kept it up.

I was only vaguely aware when I felt his hands around the sides of my hips, sliding my shorts down. I arched my butt up to help him; my shorts and panties came off to my ankles in one smooth motion. I lowered myself and he pulled them off over my raised feet. When I set my feet down, Trey touched the insides of my calves, spreading my legs easily.

I looked down to see him sitting back between my legs quickly removing his shorts, his erection springing free. He rolled forward and I closed my eyes.

This is it, I told myself. I waited breathlessly with my eyes closed for his initial penetration, I wanted him in me badly. I slid a hand down to help guide him, but found his face instead! At that exact moment, I felt something wet and warm part my vaginal lips. Trey's tongue was traveling up the crease toward the top where the lips joined. I remembered the terms "oral sex" and "cunnilingus" from the magazine articles in a quick flash. They were no longer foreign concepts to me now.

All of a sudden Trey's tongue hit a spot on me that caused an immense surge in sexual feeling. It was so surprising and intense that I pulled on his head and scooted away from his face abruptly.

"Are you O.K?" Trey asked softly, looking up at me between my parted thighs.

"I guess so," I hardly recognised my own voice, it was shaky with excitement.

"I'll go little easier; just relax, O.K?" he replied. Trey gently slid me back to my original position. His hands came up to touch my breasts, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes again, holding my breath.

There it was again! That rush of feeling that caused my hips to rise slightly, only it wasn't as intense this time. Before was almost painful, this time was a little duller and easier to handle. Trey licked a couple of times tentatively, then got into a slow rhythm.

"Ohhhmmm..." the sound coming from my partially opened, then closed mouth didn't even seem to be coming from me. With each stroke of Trey's tongue the warm hum in my pelvic area seemed to travel up my body to my head. It was like my head and pussy were physically getting closer together. The intensity of the hum was starting to literally migrate into my ears and my senses were starting to focus on what was happening between my legs. My hands had at some time found their way to the top sides of Trey's head; I could feel very subtle changes in position as his tongue continued its stroking.

Suddenly, I became aware of his fingers at the entrance of my vagina. At first, they were just sliding around the opening. My pussy was very slippery; I moaned again and pushed slightly with my hips and the fingers slipped in part way. My internal muscles involuntarily sqeezed them gently as another rush of sexual feeling swept over me. All of this was getting very intense and I was beginning to become keenly aware of something like a dull throb making my entire crotch feel big and wet and full. The initial sexual rushes I felt faded quickly; the ones now were more intense and never really faded completely away. This sort of background sexual rush was coming up more in intensity to meet the periodic peaks of pleasure.

My moaning was quiet, through my breath, but pretty much almost constant. My hips felt compelled to thrust slightly, much on their own, gently grinding my crotch against Trey's face. The fingers in my vagina were sliding in and out, rubbing on a muscle or something toward the front; I don't know if Trey was doing that or my little pelvic thrusts were doing it, all I know is I was feeling an immense building pressure in my pussy. My vagina was getting more and more tense as this continued, making the fingers almost feel as if they were swelling to fill me.

I was swimming in sexual feeling when I heard Trey softly say, "God, Lesa, you're beautiful. I want to be inside you."

Through half-closed eyes I saw Trey on his knees between my legs. I guess I really don't know when he quit licking me, I was so lost. He was leaning forward now, his upper body over mine. He was holding himself up with one hand and the other was grasping the shaft of his cock just behind the head. My right hand reached down to touch him. My finger tips gently grasped the underside of the swollen head; I was surprised to find him wet and slippery there. There was no condom on him, but I didn't care.

Slowly I pulled him toward me. As he reached the entrance to my pussy, I rotated my fingertips to the top of his cock. He slid down a little and my fingers touched my soaking lips. I couldn't believe how lubricated everything was down there. With a little forward thrust from Trey and a slight roll of my hips the head of his penis slid in part way, causing my vagina to clench for a second and then relax. I could feel him throb a couple of times just then. I was breathing very hard as another sexual rush washed over me.

After a brief pause, Trey started to push some more and I rolled my hips up more. At the same time, I bent my legs a bit at the knee, pulling my thighs up along his hips. All of a sudden I felt his cock kind of "pop" through, sliding along the sensitive muscle at my vaginal entrance and creating a sort of fullness in me that I had never really felt before. I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt him slide all the way in easily, and real deep, his pelvic bone meeting up with mine. He stopped at the bottom of the stroke and kissed me, his balls were resting against the cheeks of my ass. My vagina squeezed against him again and I could feel him throbbing quite distinctly. At this point I could hear my own heart beating very fast as I slowly exhaled, our bodies completely motionless. The background sexual rush was a little less intense than before as I could feel my insides getting used to the fullness; this didn't hurt in the least bit!

At last, Trey started to thrust in and out of my super sensitive pussy. He did this very slowly, as if to savor the feeling of my pussy on his penis. This slow pace was having a tremendous effect on me as with each inward and outward stroke along that entrance muscle of mine I could feel the background sexual rush intensify. Every now and then, a particularly intense peak would pass through me causing a slight thrust of my hips and that muscle to contract on Trey's dick. I knew that he could feel my vagina squeeze, because, when that would happen, he would moan and his hips would shudder a little. Sometimes he would stop for a second and regain his rhythm and sometimes he would just keep pumping. All I know is the combination of what he was going through plus what I was feeling was raising the level of sexual tension quickly to my previous high point. Eventually, I started to moan and gasp, these sounds were combining with his to really fill this small space with exciting sexual noises. I think I could even hear his cock sliding in and out of me, all squishy and wet.

I was starting to move my hips in time upward to his, as best I could. My feet were more or less flat on the ground and my ass was humping up and down, rotating a little at the top of the movement when I felt him "bottom out"; it was as if my body was now in total control. All this motion was having its effect on both of us; we were both more grinding than thrusting fully anymore. That feeling of my head getting closer to my vagina was returning with the sensory focus part of it becoming even more pronounced; it was like I no longer lived in my head, I lived in my vagina. The sexual rush was very intense and almost constant now, but I could still feel Trey sliding around on that muscle inside of me as a separate entity very clearly. My vagina was getting very tense and just sloppy wet. The earlier brief spasms were giving way to longer periods of muscle tightening; I was gripping Trey in a slippery, throbbing clasp that made his cock feel even bigger (like the fingers earlier).

I'm not sure how long this went on, but I felt like my heart was going to explode any second. Trey was gasping and thrusting erratically when I felt this giant rush of feeling hit me; my hips hunched up and stayed there. It was as if time stopped completely and the background sexual rush intensified like 100 times or so until it was all I was aware of. At the same time, I felt my pussy and asshole contract strongly and sort of "lock up". My voice was going "Uhhnn" as my hips shuddered with the feeling. After a few seconds, my vagina and anus began spasming involuntarily and very quickly, with the giant rush I mentioned earlier over the top of it for a while; maybe through 5 or 6 swift, hard clenches. Then that faded a bit, replaced by a slightly less intense rush each time a contraction occured as the pulses started to slow, however slightly. My voice was going "oh, oh, oh" with each spasm, I couldn't seem to help it. My hips were just shaking while Trey kept sliding in and out over that muscle, no doubt intensifying my experience and feeling each clamping squeeze as it occurred. I had no idea what was happening, and I knew I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to; it felt so incredibly good!

Towards the end of my massive first orgasm, as I now know it, I heard Trey grunt and his hips pushed forward. I could feel his cock start pulsing hard through the last half dozen or so of my contractions; my squeezes almost in time with his throbs. He was having his orgasm at almost the same time! This was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced and I wished it could last forever. After I came back to earth, our lips met in a passionate kiss. I felt mushy inside, and all warm and loving towards Trey all of a sudden. I squeezed my muscles on Trey's cock, making him jump.

"Oh mercy, please. Uncle. I give up," he begged. "I've never felt anything so intense. Did you just come?"

"I guess I did," I said. I was almost a little embarassed and I don't know if Trey knew it was the first time ever for me or not. I don't know if he ever knew, but I'm still amazed at how it sort of moved in and took me over like some force I couldn't stop. It was all so intense and not what I expected at all. I think what added to my excitement was knowing that he could feel all that going on inside of me and it made him come, too.

I masturbated for the first time a few days after that, running this experience through my mind. I stopped rubbing just before the first major spasm hit, trying to prolong that "almost" rush that is so intoxicating. I would start again after I settled down a little, reaching the peak faster the next time. I did this 5 or 6 times until there seemed to be no stopping it and I was rewarded with an absolutely huge orgasm that had me shaking all over the bed. This the way I most often masturbate to this day.I still like the super-deluxe ones I have now and then when I'm fucking the best, though. I think it has to do with that cock sliding in and out while my vagina contracts during the orgasm. All I know is it all started with that night and Trey. I'll never forget it.