My Sexual Awakening
written by:
Lascivious Lady

My Sexual Awakening

Hi, my name is Kristen, although most of my friends call me Kris. I'm a 44 year old married mother of two with, I think, some interesting stories to tell. This is the story of my sexual awakening. Actually, it began some time ago, so let me start at the beginning.

My mother gave me "the talk" a few months before my first period. Frankly, I found it disgusting. "You mean you let a boy put his penis in your vagina?" I asked. "Yecch! Doesn't it hurt?" My mom just smiled. "You may change your mind when you get older, dear," she said gently.

For the next couple of years, I didn't think much about sex except when I got my periods. I was too busy hanging out with my friends and playing soccer in school to think very much about boys. Besides that, I grew up in a small town in the upper Midwest where the people were pretty conservative and everyone seemed to know just about everyone else, so none of my friends worried much about sex either.

Our house wasn't air conditioned because temperatures rarely got much above the low 80's even during the hottest part of the summer. When I was almost 16, however, we had a heat wave that lasted about a week, sending temperatures into the 90's during the day and not much below 80 at night. One night, I was having trouble sleeping because it was so hot, so I got up to get a drink of water. My parents' bedroom door, which was normally closed at night, was wide open to let the night breezes in and I could hear muffled voices coming from within. Curious, I crept quietly down the hallway to find out what was going on.

I peeked around the edge of the door. The window was open because of the heat and the curtains were pulled back to let the air in. There was a full moon shining through the window and I could see my parents in bed. It was the first time I had ever seen either one of them naked. My dad was lying on his back, and my mom was upside down on top of him sucking his penis as he licked her between her legs. "Yecch," I thought to myself, "How disgusting."

Just then, my mom raised her head and I could see dad's penis sticking straight up in the air like a flagpole. It was the first time I had ever seen a real live penis, let alone an erect one! "God, it's huge," I thought. "Is she really going to let him stick that thing inside her?" Apparently so. She rolled over on her back and turned around so her head was on her pillow. My dad climbed on top of her and she used her hand to guide his penis between her legs and into her vagina.

I half expected her to cry out in pain, but instead, she seemed to be enjoying it. "Oh, yeah, that's it," she murmured. "Give it to me. I want it now." My dad obliged by slipping it all the way in and beginning to move his hips up and down. I watched, fascinated, as mom wrapped her legs around his, locking her ankles together. "Oh, that's it," she was saying. "Give it to me, baby."

My dad continued thrusting his hips up and down. "That's it, baby. I'm gonna cum," she said in a voice that sounded slightly hoarse. "I want to make you cum," my dad replied in a similar tone as he continued thrusting. "Yes, make me cum. Make me cum hard," mom was saying. "You ready, ‘cause I can't hold back much longer?" I heard dad ask. "Oh, yeah, baby. I'm cumming! I'm cumming now! Give it to me!" she almost yelled. Suddenly, her whole body shook as my dad arched his back and began thrusting much more slowly as her fingers clawed at his shoulders. "God, that was great," he said as he rolled off and pulled her naked body to him. Now mom was almost facing the door so I quickly left before she could see me and crept quietly back to my room.

After dinner the next night, I was helping mom clean up the dishes and dad was in the den watching TV. "Mom," I said, "You once told me that if I ever had any questions about sex, I should feel free to ask you. Well, I have one." She paused slightly as if to compose herself. "OK, dear, what is it?" she replied. "What does it mean to make someone come?" I asked. For a moment, I thought that she was going to drop the bowl she was carrying, but she managed to put it down and turn to face me. "Sorry, dear, you caught me a little bit by surprise with that one," she said. "In terms of sex, it's usually spelled c-u-m and it means to have an orgasm."

"What's an orgasm?" I asked. "It's a feeling of incredible pleasure that sweeps over your entire body when you have sex with someone you love," she replied. "For a man, it's the moment when he releases his sperm." I nodded. "Do you ever have an orgasm when you and dad ... you know ... like, make love?" I asked. She looked at me with a quizzical expression on her face. "Aren't we getting a little personal here?" she asked. "But yes, I often have them with your father. You'll have them with your husband, too, when you get married." Somewhat satisfied but still curious, I nodded and said, "Thanks. That's all I want to know for now," and returned to cleaning up the dinner dishes.

A few days later, I was home alone with my sister Karen, who is three years older than I am and had finished her freshman year in college. She was dating a sophomore from her school named Eric, who I thought was a nice guy. "Can I ask you a somewhat personal question?" I asked. "Sure, what is it?" she replied. "Have you ever had sex with Eric?" I asked. "Well, actually that's none of your business, but as a matter of fact, I haven't. We've come pretty close on a number of occasions, but so far we haven't gone beyond making ourselves cum by rubbing each other with our hands," she explained. "I was just curious," I said, "because so far, I haven't even kissed a boy." Karen just smiled. "Oh, you will one of these days," she said. "I'm sure you will."

My dad is an accountant and does tax work for a lot of the small businesses in our town. From early in the year until about the middle of April, he works long days and a lot of evenings. It's a lot of work, he says, but he makes more money in two or three months than he does the rest of the year put together. To relax and celebrate, he and my mom always go on a week long cruise in May, leaving Karen and me home together. The year I was 16, Karen pulled me aside a couple of weeks before they were scheduled to leave and said, "Sis, I need to ask you a favor."

"Sure, what is it?" I asked. "I'm going to ask you to keep a secret, she replied. "You know that mom and dad will be away for a week in May. Well, I'm ready to have sex with Eric but I don't want my first time to be in the back seat of a car or at some cheap motel, so I'm going to invite him to come here and stay overnight while they're gone. If they find out about it, they'll just kill me, so I need it to be our little secret. Is that OK?"

"Of course it's OK. I would never rat on you," I said. "But are you sure you're ready? I mean, it's a big step to take." Karen just smiled. "I don't think we can wait much longer," she said. "I've started letting him cum in my mouth instead of just doing it to him with my hand. He wants to bring me to orgasm with his mouth, but so far, I haven't let him do that because I'm afraid I'll get carried away and won't be able to stop." Now it was my turn to smile. "In that case, I'm very happy for you and will do anything I can to make your first time as romantic as possible. In fact, I'm even a little bit jealous. I mean, I've never done anything more than kiss a boy."

"Thanks, sis, I knew you'd understand," she said. "I'm really looking forward to it." Mom and dad left on Monday morning and Eric arrived about 8:00 that evening with his overnight bag and a huge smile on his face. Karen greeted him at the door with a passionate kiss and he held her tight in his arms. "I think we're going to call it a night," she said as they headed up the stairs to her room. I went to bed shortly afterward. Karen's bedroom door was closed, but as I passed it, I could hear their heavy breathing and the sound of the bed squeaking. That night, I had trouble sleeping because I couldn't stop thinking about what Karen and Eric were doing together and wondering if I would ever have a chance to do the same thing.

The next morning, as I was having a bowl of cereal for breakfast, Karen came downstairs in her nightgown. "Well, how was it?" I asked. "A million times better than I ever imagined it could be," she replied, stretching with her hands clasped behind her neck. "I think we tried just about every position imaginable and I don't know how many orgasms I had, but it was a lot." I smiled. "I never told you about the night I saw mom and dad doing it," I said. "Mom was upside down on top of dad sucking his penis while he was licking her between her legs."

"Wow, that's one we didn't think of," Karen said. "But you can be pretty sure we'll try it tonight." Eric stayed for three full nights, and each night, I slept restlessly trying to imagine what he and Karen were doing. When he left, Karen reminded me again that this was our one little secret. "Of course it is," I said. "Maybe one of these days, you can do the same for me."

When I was 18, I went off to college. My roommate's name was Kim and we shared dorm accommodations that consisted of a small living/cooking area, a bathroom and a common bedroom. She lived close enough that she went home a lot of weekends. For me, it was about a four hour trip, so I usually stayed on campus unless something special was going on at home. Kim also had a boyfriend, who she saw on weekends and who occasionally visited her on campus. I dated a couple of guys in high school but there was no one I was seriously interested in.

In January that year, I met Jeff, a sophomore engineering major. I was coming back from Christmas vacation and was struggling to get my heavy suitcase up the stairs to my room when I heard someone saying, "Hi, I'm Jeff. Can I give you a hand with that?" I turned to find a really good looking guy with blond hair and piercing blue eyes standing behind me. "Oh, would you? I would love that," I replied, thinking to myself how handsome he was. "Sure," he said, picking up the suitcase as though it weighed nothing. "What's your room number?"

"It's 308," I said. "By the way, my name is Kristen but most of my friends just call me Kris." When we reached my room, he set the suitcase down outside the door. "I hope you don't think I'm being forward or anything, but do you have a steady boyfriend?" he asked. "No, as a matter of fact, I don't," I replied. "What about you? Do you have a steady girlfriend?"

"No, I don't," he replied. "But I'd like to see you again if that would be OK." I blushed slightly. "I'd love to see you again," I said. "Well, in that case, how would you like to take in a movie Friday evening?" he asked. "I'd love to," I said. We swapped cell phone numbers and he waved goodbye as he headed off down the hall. "I'll check out what's playing and give you a call," he said.

The next day, he called to say that there was a new comedy that had gotten pretty good reviews playing at a theatre that was within easy walking distance of the campus. We agreed that he would pick me up at 6:00 and we would grab a pizza and then hit the 7:20 show. "Remember, no sex on the first date," Kim said half jokingly. "You don't have to worry about that," I replied.

Jeff showed up promptly at 6:00 and off we went. Over pizza, we got to know each other and found we had a lot in common. He was from a small town only a few miles from mine. In fact, our high schools played each other in sports. He had been on the wrestling team, so I may have even seen him before. The movie was light and funny and we left the theatre laughing. Jeff casually held my hand as we walked back to the dorm. When we reached my room, he took both my hands in his, looked at me and said, "Kris, I really enjoyed being with you tonight and would like to see you again." I thought to myself that this could be the beginning of something good. "I'd like to see you again, too, Jeff," I said, returning his look. "Would tomorrow night be too soon?" he asked. "There's a dance with a DJ and I would love to take you."

"I would love to go with you," I said. "Great," he replied. "I'll pick you up about eight o'clock." When I got into the room, Kim was waiting for me. "Well, how did it go," she asked. "Did you go to bed with him?" I blushed. "Kim, he didn't even kiss me goodnight," I said. "He didn't?" she said incredulously. "No, but he did ask me to go to a dance with him tomorrow night," I said. "That's great," she said. "Maybe you'll get laid tomorrow night." I smiled. "Not much chance of that," I said.

Saturday night, I wore a short skirt with a light blue blouse. "Wow, you look great!" Jeff exclaimed when he saw me. "You look pretty good yourself," I said. "You really fill out that sweater." This time, it was Jeff's turn to blush slightly. "Well, I work out regularly," he said. "Like I told you last night, I was on the high school wrestling team and I have lifted weights." It showed, too. I'm 5'4" and weigh about 105. He was about 5 inches taller than me and didn't appear to have an ounce of fat on him. I confirmed this during our first slow dance when he held me close and I put my arm around his neck. He was solid muscle.

Jeff again held my hand as we walked back to my room. Outside my door, he put his hands on my hips and began to pull me toward him. I offered no resistance and he bent down and kissed me, quite gently at first, and then a little more passionately. I returned the kiss with equal passion. "I assume this means we'll be seeing each other again," I said quietly as we finally stepped apart. "Gosh, I sure hope so," he said. "I want to see a lot more of you."

After that, Jeff and I dated almost every weekend, going out to dinner, to concerts and to shows. One Saturday in late February, Kim had gone home for the weekend and Jeff and I planned to go out to dinner at a local Italian restaurant. That morning, however, it began to snow and by that evening, it had turned into a real blizzard. About 3:00 that afternoon, Jeff called. "The weather is lousy," he said. "How about if I come over to your room and we'll whip up some pasta and a salad and maybe watch a movie. I have a few on DVD that I don't think you've ever seen before."

"That would be great," I said. Like most college students, we always kept a supply of pasta on hand and, as it turned out, I had just bought salad fixings the day before. "I don't think I ever told you that I love to cook," Jeff said. "I have some secret ingredients that I'll bring with me and I'll handle the cooking chores."

Jeff turned out to be a really good cook. I don't know what seasonings he added to the jarred pasta sauce we had on hand, but it was absolutely delicious. After dinner, he helped me clean up the dishes. As I was drying the last plate, he came up behind me, put his hands around my waist and nuzzled the back of my neck. It was the first time a boy had ever done that to me, and it made goose bumps rise on my arms. Jeff noticed. "You like this, huh," he said. "Mmm, nice," I said, leaning back into him. He kissed my neck again, giving me a little nibble this time, and cupped my breasts with his hands. Surprised, I debated whether to say anything but decided not to. After about 30 seconds or so, he kissed the other side of my neck, released my breasts and stepped back.

"I've never been kissed like that before," I said. "I'll bet there are a lot of things you've never tried before," he said with a smile. "You're right," I replied. "Would it surprise you to learn that I'm a virgin? I've never been with a boy before." Jeff smiled. "Would it surprise you to learn that I am, too?" he asked. "Are you really?" I asked. "I just assumed that most guys fooled around." His smile disappeared and he became more serious. "In high school, I was considered a nerd because of my interest in being an engineer and not too many of the girls wanted anything to do with me. Kris, you're the first girl that ever really wanted to go out with me." I was stunned. He was one of the most handsome guys I had ever met and his piercing blue eyes looked right into your soul. "Jeff, I really, really like you and want to get to know you a lot better, but until I do, I want to take it slow and easy when it comes to sex. Is that OK with you?" The smile came back on his face. "That suits me just fine, so long as we can keep going out together," he said.

Over the next couple of months, we dated regularly and gradually began to experiment with different forms of intimacy. When we kissed, for example, he would fondle my breasts and I allowed him to. One night, as we were kissing, I felt his tongue attempting to pry my lips apart. I opened my mouth slightly, our tongues met and the sparks flew. It was the first time I had ever experienced French kissing. I felt my knees getting weak as our tongues began to duel with each other. When he pulled me down onto the sofa, I couldn't resist. The next thing I know, he was lying almost on top of me with our lips locked together. With one hand, he began to unbutton my blouse. I attempted to brush his hand away, but he persisted. Finally, I pulled my lips away from his. "Jeff, we really shouldn't be doing this," I murmured. "Kris, I just love your breasts so much. Just let me feel them and I promise I won't try to go any further." I debated and finally gave in.

"OK, I guess it's all right, but you have to promise not to go any further," I said. "I promise," he said, reaching behind my back to undo my bra and sliding it up over my breasts. Cupping one in his hand, he began to circle my nipple with his finger and I could feel it beginning to get hard. He moved it to my other breast and replaced it with his mouth, circling my nipple now with his tongue. I was beginning to feel some of the same sensations that I felt when my sister did this to me the first time, and I was getting scared. "Jeff, that's enough," I said firmly. "I don't want to go any further." Flicking his tongue over my nipple one last time, he pulled his mouth away. "OK," said. "I promised to stop when you said so and I will."

As these things have a way of doing, allowing him to fondle my bare breasts became part of our regular repertoire. One night, as we were sitting on the sofa and my nipples were getting so hard that they were beginning to ache, I reached down, put my hand in his lap and felt his penis through his pants. It was hard as a rock. He groaned. "Go ahead," he said. I unzipped his trousers, reached inside and pulled his penis out. "Jeff, this is the first time I ever touched a boy's penis," I said. "Move your hand up and down," he instructed me. "Make me cum." I did as he instructed, moving my hand slowly up and down as he continued to torture my nipples with his tongue. Suddenly, it began to throb and a white milky liquid shot out its tip. "Oh god, Kris, thank you," he moaned. You don't know how great that felt."

Is that what a man's orgasm is like?" I asked. "Yes it is," he said. "I've done that to myself, but that's the first time a girl ever did it to me." I grabbed a tissue from the box on the coffee table and began to wipe the liquid off his pants leg. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to get it all over you." I continued to dab at the wet spots. "That's OK," he said. "Next time, I'll just take my pants off first."

That's exactly what he did Friday evening, the next time we were together. In fact, he took off everything except his underwear. It was the first time I had ever seen his bare chest, and it was so magnificent, with sculpted muscles rippling under his skin. I took off my blouse and bra and kissed him. The feel of my bare breasts against his skin was so exciting that I almost had an orgasm right on the spot! We sank down beside each other on the sofa and I pulled out his penis as he continued to tease my nipples. I started to move my hand up and down as I had done the last time. "Kris, let me cum on your breasts," he pleaded. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I'll show you," he said, as he pulled his underpants completely off. "Lie on your back on the floor."

I did as he said, and he proceeded to straddle me, holding one of my breasts in each hand and laying his penis between them. Pressing my breasts together, he began to move his hips back and forth so that my breasts were actually masturbating him. Never in my life had I experienced anything remotely like this and it was actually quite exciting. "Is this OK?" Jeff asked. "Yes," I gasped. "It feels great. Is it good for you?" He nodded. "Not as good as I imagine really making love would feel, but this is better than anything else we've done so far. Are you ready? I'm just about ready to cum."

"I'm ready," I replied. "Go ahead." Just then, I felt his penis begin to throb between my breasts and he released his sperm in a huge spurt. Several large drops landed on my lips and I licked it off and swallowed it. I was surprised by the taste. Only slightly bitter and a little salty, it was not nearly as unpleasant as I thought it would be. The next night was Saturday and we were once again on the sofa, me in only my panties and Jeff wearing only his underpants. As before, I was teasing his erect penis with my hand, but this time I leaned down and took it in my mouth. "Kris, what are you doing?" he asked in surprise as I began to move my head up and down, circling the head of his penis with my tongue. "O god, Kris that feels so wonderful," he moaned. "Please don't stop. O god, Kris, I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming!"

With that, he released his sperm with such force that I could feel it hitting the back of my throat. I managed to swallow it, then looked up see Jeff's face. His head was slumped against the back of the sofa, his eyes were closed and he looked very contented. "I'm sorry, Kris. I didn't mean to cum in your mouth like that, but I couldn't help myself." I smiled. "Don't be sorry, Jeff. I wanted you to do that." He looked at me quizzically. "You did?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "My older sister Karen told me about how she does that to her boyfriend and she really enjoys it."

"You know, Kris, this is really not fair," he said. "Lately, every time we're together, you find a way to make me cum, but I've never seen you have an orgasm. I know that girls are supposed to have them, but I'm the only one that ever does. I'm certainly no expert at this, but there must be some way I can do for you what you've been doing for me." Right then, his blue eyes looked more sorrowful than piercing and I knew that he actually was more concerned with my pleasure than he was with his own.

"A lot of times, I bring myself to orgasm after you leave, remembering what we did together," I told him. "There must be some way I could pleasure you without actually making love to you, which I know you're still not quite ready for even though I think I am," he said plaintively. "I'm almost ready, Jeff," I said softly. "I just don't want my first time to be in a dorm room or a cheap motel. I want it to be romantic with candlelight and flowers and a big soft bed. In fact, I have an idea. You know that my parents always go on a cruise this time of year. Well, it just so happens that the week they'll be gone is the same week as our spring break. Do you think you could spend two or three nights with me while they're gone? I want you to make love to me, Jeff. I really do, but I want it to be special, a night to remember for the rest of my life."

"Kris, one of the things I love about you is that you're such a romantic," he said. "I don't know what I'll tell my folks, because they're expecting me to be home the whole week, but lions and tigers couldn't keep me away. Oh, Kris, I love you so much. I really do." This was the first time he had ever told me that he loved me, even though I knew he did. "I love you, too, Jeff," I whispered softly. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much." Taking me in his arms, he kissed me tenderly. It was the most romantic moment I had ever experienced in my life. "Kris, isn't there some way I can give you pleasure so you don't have to wait until I leave?" he whispered in my ear. "Do you really want to?" I asked. "Yes, oh yes. I want to be a part of your life and know everything there is to know about you."

"Then come with me," I said, taking him by the hand and leading him into the bedroom. "Take off my panties," I said as I lay down on the bed. I had never before let him see me completely naked, and he was in awe as he gently pulled them down over my legs. "Lick your finger and give me your hand," I told him, placing it between my legs. "Do you see that little thing in the middle of my vagina?" I asked him. "That's my clitoris, and if you rub it very gently with your fingertip, you'll bring me to orgasm."

Tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, he began to massage my clitoris. I could feel myself getting wet. "It's OK to put your fingertip in a little way," I whispered, and he did. My breath was beginning to come in short gasps. "Kris, are you OK?" he asked. "Yes," I gasped. "You're doing fine. Don't stop. Kiss me while you're doing it." As our lips met, I could feel the first wave of pleasure wash over me. The sensation of having an orgasm while being kissed was a new one for me and it sent me into fits of ecstasy. My whole body trembled as I climaxed again and again. When Jeff felt me begin to relax, he kissed me again tenderly and then rolled onto his back. "Was that an orgasm?" he asked. "Oh wow, was it ever," I replied. "You were right. It was so much better doing it with you than doing it alone after you leave."

The next morning, I called my sister Karen on her cell phone. Since I was going to the same school at which she was a senior, we would both be off for spring break at the same time. "Don't make any plans for us to do anything together while mom and dad are away on their cruise," I told her. "Why not," she asked. "Jeff and I are at the point where you and Eric were your freshman year here, and he will be coming to visit for a few days while they're gone and I plan to make the most of it like you did."

"Oh, Kris, I'm so happy for you," Karen gushed. "Have you slept with him yet? Will this be your first time together?" I chuckled softly. "Well, like you and Eric, we've done practically everything else short of the real thing, including letting him cum in my mouth, but technically, I'm still a virgin," I said. "But I don't plan to be much longer," I added.

Mom and dad left on Monday morning. About 1:00 that afternoon, the doorbell rang. "Now who could that be?" I asked. "Jeff won't be here until this evening." It turned out be the local florist delivering a beautiful flower arrangement with a note from Jeff that said, "You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to our special time together."

"Oh god, how romantic," Karen said, clapping her hands together. "I told him I wanted my first time to be romantic, with candlelight and flowers, and he remembered," I said. "I think he's a keeper," Karen laughed. "He certainly is," I replied. "And tonight, I'm keeping him all to myself." After dinner, I showered, washed my hair and put on a peignoir with the filmiest white negligee I could find. "Oh god," said Karen. "Jeff's eyes are going to pop out of his head!"

Jeff arrived about 8:00 that evening. "The flowers are beautiful," I said. "Thank you so much for remembering, and the note was lovely." He smiled. "Kris, you look fantastic!" he said, reaching out to take me in his arms, then pulling me towards him and kissing me. I parted my lips and our tongues danced with each other. Jeff squeezed me even tighter and I could feel myself getting aroused. He began kissing my neck and chills went up and down my spine. "Oh god, Jeff, I want you so much," I moaned. "Let's go upstairs now." We began to climb the stairs hand in hand. "Kris, you have no idea how long I've waited for this moment," he whispered in my ear. "I love you so much it hurts."

When we reached the bedroom, I gently closed the door behind us. I had already put the flowers in a vase beside the bed. Lighting a couple of scented candles, I turned out the light and stood in front of him, slipping the peignoir off my shoulders. Every curve of my body was clearly visible through the filmy negligee and I could see from the bulge in Jeff's trousers that he was appreciating it. I reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his chest and circling his nipples with my tongue and I slipped it off his shoulders. "Kris," he said in a husky voice, "you're so beautiful." I began to fumble with his belt buckle. "No, let me do it," I said when he reached to help me. I finally got the buckle undone and the front of his trousers unbuttoned. He kicked off his sneakers and stepped out of his trousers as they fell to the floor. Pulling me toward him, he kissed me passionately. I could feel his rock hard penis pressing against me and pressed back as hard as I could.

His hands began to work my negligee up my back until he could reach the hem and slip it up and over my head. I pulled his underpants down as he did so and he stepped out of them. His penis was sticking straight out and I took it in my hand. "Jeff, I want to feel you inside me," I whispered. "You will, baby girl," he replied. "I promise you will." With that, he reached down, put one hand behind my knees and lifted me effortlessly, kissing me as he carried me toward the bed. Lying down beside me, he took me in his arms and our lips and tongues found each other. He caressed my breast, circling the nipple with his fingertip until it was hard, then gently reached between my legs and began to rub until he could feel that I was wet. "Are you ready, baby girl?" he whispered. "Oh, yes," I replied. "I am so ready. Let me feel you inside me. I want you now."

I spread my legs apart and he raised his hips over my waist. I took his penis in my hand and guided it toward my vagina, rubbing myself with it to make myself even wetter. Gently, he inserted just the tip of his penis and held it there for a moment, then pushed a little more of it in. "Oh, yeah, that's it," I moaned. "Give it to me. I want all of it." I was surprised at how easily it slipped in and how good it felt as it filled my vagina in a way I had never felt before. I began to lift my hips toward him and he pushed it the rest of the way in, then began gently rocking back and forth. I soon felt the first wave of pleasure wash over me and wrapped my legs around his, locking my heels together. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum," I moaned. "Go ahead and cum," he moaned. "I'm right with you." He began to move his hips even faster. "Oh, god, yes, that's it!" I moaned as the full force of my orgasm made me quiver. "Cum inside of me! I want to feel you cum inside me now." I could feel his penis beginning to twitch as he arched his back and drove it as deep inside me as he possibly could, then I felt the warm spray against the back of my vaginal wall. I squeezed him as tightly as I could with both my arms and my legs and he continued to spurt within me as a second, more powerful orgasm swept over me.

Finally, we both relaxed, our arms still wrapped tightly around each other. "How was it for you?" he finally asked. "Oh god, it was so wonderful! I'm ready to do it again," I replied. "Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to wait at least a little while," he said gently. "That's OK," I said, "just so long as you're here with me."

Jeff lay on his back with my head on his chest, stroking my hair. After a while, I noticed that he was showing the first signs of getting hard again. "Here, let me help," I said as I slid down his body and took his penis in my mouth. It was only partially hard, so I began to run my tongue around the tip as I gently sucked on it. "Oh, baby, I love it when you do that," he said quietly. "Be careful, though. I don't want to cum in your mouth." After a few more minutes, I lifted my head and put it back on his chest. "Now it's my turn," he said as he pushed me onto my back and lowered his head between my legs, tenderly kissing first one thigh, then the other one. Finally, his lips found their way to my vagina and he began to probe it with his tongue. "Oh, god, that feels so good," I moaned. "Don't stop." He didn't, but kept licking me until I could feel another orgasm coming on. My hips began to move up and down on their own, and he had to hold on to keep pleasuring me. "I'm cumming!" I almost yelled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. "I want you inside me now!"

I spread my legs and Jeff moved his hips over me. This time, he didn't insert it slowly but all at once. My hips began to move up and down and he responded with repeated thrusts of his own. Once again, I felt the familiar twitch and warm liquid spurting into me as multiple orgasms claimed my body. Finally, exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

About the middle of the night, I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. The candles were still lighted, so I didn't need to turn on the lamp. When I returned, I found Jeff waiting for me and slipped into bed beside him. "I'll be back in a minute," he said, heading down the hall. After a few minutes, he crawled back into bed with me. "You know, the first time I ever saw two people making love, it was my parents, right here in this house," I said, telling him the story of that hot summer night when I was only 15.

"Would you like to try that?" he asked. "I was hoping you'd ask," I replied as he rolled over onto his back and I climbed on top of him with my head directly over his now rapidly growing penis, lowering my hips over his face. Placing his hands on my hips, he pulled me into his face and began to lick me, penetrating my vagina with his tongue. I took his penis in my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. Neither of us could speak, but we were going, "Mmmm, mmmm," as we mutually pleasured each other. Finally, realizing that he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer, I lifted my head from his penis, which was now sticking straight up in the air, and turned myself parallel to his body. I put my legs over his shoulders as he pushed them back and entered me.

His hips began their now familiar back and forth movement which I was learning to love. With each thrust, my excitement built. "I'm gonna cum, baby," I moaned softly. "I want to make you cum," he answered. "Yes, make me cum. Make me cum hard," I pleaded. A few more thrusts and a powerful orgasm swept over me. "Oh, yeah, that's it!" I said, shaking my head. "I'm cumming hard, so hard, oh god!" I felt the now familiar twitching and the stream of warm liquid as he arched his back and pushed himself in as far as he could go. He didn't want to pull himself out and waited until his penis was so soft that he could no longer hold it in me. We then fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I woke up the next morning, Jeff was still asleep. I threw on a nightgown and robe and went downstairs, where Karen was already in the kitchen having a cup of coffee. "Well, tell me about it. I'm dying to hear how it was," she said. I sat down across from her and smiled. "Better than I ever could have imagined," I replied. "I didn't realize what I have been missing all these years. I hope we didn't keep you awake."

"Actually, I have a little bit of a confession to make," Karen said, looking at my face to see my reaction. "I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and when I walked past your door, it was wide open. I could see both of you clearly in the candlelight." She could see the look of surprise on my face. "Oh, shit," I said. "Jeff must have forgotten to close it when he came back from the bathroom. I hope we were both asleep."

"Not exactly," Karen replied. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, afraid that I already knew the answer. "Remember what mom and dad were doing the first time you ever saw them making love?" she asked. "Well, that's what you two were doing and you looked like you were really enjoying yourself. You were even saying the same things you said you heard mom and dad saying."

"So you watched the whole thing?" I asked, blushing a bright shade of red. "Yes, I'm sorry but I couldn't tear myself away. I realized I shouldn't be watching, but you were putting on such a good show. I hope you don't hate me too much. After you finished, I went back to my room and masturbated, which I haven't done too often since Eric and I started sleeping together." My expression softened. "No, I don't hate you," I said. "I understand. In fact, knowing that someone was watching us somehow makes the whole thing even more exciting. Maybe the next time Eric stays over, you could ‘accidentally' leave your bedroom door open."

"Ooh, now there's a thought," Karen replied. And that, dear reader, is the true story of my sexual awakening. Jeff and I are married now and have two kids, a 21 year old daughter and a 19 year old son. In fact, it was my daughter who introduced me to this website. "Some of the stories are really raunchy, but there are some that are really nicely written," she told me. "You're a really good writer and I'll bet you have some interesting stories to tell. Why don't you write one?" This was my first attempt, if you like it, I'll do some more.