The Day I Lost My True Virginity

As that thought passed I was through the front door and greeting my wise ass mother with another of her smart remarks. "Goodness he sent you home again well so much for grandchildren."

"Hey Ma how do you know he didn't put twins in the oven tonight?"

"Huh you can't fool me honey, I see in your eyes you didn't get any tonight." Then without further explanation she walked away and as she did over her shoulder my father just sat shaking his head.

I headed to my room and ran into my dumb ass brother making comments about how even lonely old guys didn't want my ass, then added how he knew a blind guy that might be interested if I paid him. I told him that he should go to hell and went to my room.

Once there I undressed and slid into bed in just panties and let my mind wander to what happened tonight. As I lay there my mind drifted over the poses and facial expression he directed me through and the pictures he said would be as beautiful as the ones he showed me. My thoughts reverted to me posing on the stairway with the fan blowing with all of me exposed and the reality of how tiny the panties I wore today really were. I thought about what I was sure was a hard cock in his pants as I came off the stairs. I thought of how he really had to see all of me that my panties and mini bra didn't cover as that dress flew up into my face. As those thoughts flew through my mind my fingers drifted down from my belly to begin an investigatory path traveling over my little panties.

My fingers had in that instant become a measuring device and were trying to measure how much of me those little panties really covered. I don't know why but suddenly I thought about the tiny gusset of these panties and how little they must have covered. So my fingers continued downward on a journey between my legs causing me to suddenly moan to myself in embarrassing despair.

The first shock was not how much or how little the gusset covered but how wet or should I say soaked the material was. But what made it even worse was the fact that the majority of my panty gusset had literally folded up and disappeared up inside of me. It had actually sunk deep between my labia wrapped over its edges and leaving most of me open to John's eyes. But not just his eyes it was his always clicking high quality professional camera that certainly must have dozens of clear pictures on my dripping pussy, how embarrassing I thought?

As my fingers lingered aimlessly examining what may or may not have been exposed and what may be prominently displayed on the resulting proofs I thought he may be studying at the very moment. Then another rude awakening thought as I realized he may not looking at poor quality proofs but running those same images digitally, but not just digitally but on his super large screen that right this moment may be filled perfect images of my pussy, my 24 inch pussy.

I remembered the hard-on he tried to hide after looking at the real me on his bedroom stairway and now he was at his desk running through those photos. Maybe as he enjoyed the pictures he took could he be jerking on that long hard cock of his and wanting to bury it in me. Besides I know it was big because it was before my eyes on the big screen in the movie theater of my mind.

The curtains of my mind theater had opened and there on the screen was the rosy head of a fat cock with an inch or so of its shaft as it sat above his large man's firmly closed fist. The fist that at that very moment was being stroked because of the need and desire the photos of my body created. As embarrassed as I may normally have been, just knowing that it was my exposed pussy he was probably stroking his cock to excite me into a desire to satisfy myself.

As my mind's eye was watched each stroke he took toward his self-satisfaction I realized that my own fingers had begun the same search hoping for the same explosive end. The vision that filling my mind was his fist as it climbed up his shaft only to slam back down before repeating itself again and again and my happiness grew was whit the realization that all this action was being fired by the digital display filled with images of me and my never before photographed pussy.

Believing all this had me burning with desire and wanting nothing but to explode in an orgasm as I watched his cum fire itself free of his beautiful organ and my fingers began a violent attack on the head of my clit, a clit that by now become fully erected and exposed itself free of its protective hood. Once I was aware it was so erect and exposed I could feel its shape and rigidity under the tip of my fingertip so I massaged with a more defined purpose. I began dragging fluids that made puddles on my labia and filled my gusset as it flowed so freely from my pussy. My finger had repeated this action so many times in my lonely past; in fact so many times I could never venture a guess at how many times I had been in this position. But this time it was so much different than then, it was hotter and more powerful as I stroked to the image of a man who I guessed stroked to my image.

Suddenly my body went rigid as the movie within my mind showed an explosion as gobs of sperm flew like Ash from Vesuvius from a cock, his cock with unbelievable ferocity. His ejaculations were violent and splashed all over his blue dress shirt leaving an area of dampness on his chest that was clearly defined by the white globule that sat in its center as a large puddle. My mind acted in a odd strange way having me wanting to lick it away that globule, something I never been willing to do at any time before. Then a second explosion sprayed across his desk with a third hitting under the desk drawer. That splatter thrilled me because I thought might just be a clue to it all being real. After which all that only to be followed by little dribbles that coated the bulbous head and fingers once again making me want to be there to clean it all up with my lips and tongue.

As the erotic movie ran through my mind it happened for me, My body went rigid and I had little choice but to pull my pillow into my mouth so I could bite down on it and deny my brother in the next room the joy of hearing me orgasm as he let me know he had done in the past. For a while I lay chewing on the corner of the pillow and trying to regain normal breathing ratio and calm down but I don't remember that happening as I fell into a comforting peaceful sleep.