#Group #Teen #Virgin
After 18-year-old Eddie and Stephanie finally have sex, the latter becomes insatiable. Soon she suggests a girlfriend-swapping to spice up their relationship.
Part One
Stephanie Cormeau became my girlfriend when we were both approaching age 16. That was in late 1979 when we were in the tenth grade at Cedar River High School. She was not even close to being my first one.
I, Eddie Wesley, initially discovered the pleasures of intimacy with the opposite sex four years earlier when I was a mere lad of 12. It was all new and wonderful to me, so naturally I over imbibed. I pursued any girl for a short-term relationship whom I even sensed might be willing to shed her virginity. I happily discovered that exactly half of the 16 girls in Mr. Fontaine’s sixth-grade class fell into that category. I continued apace with my coital exploits until partway through the tenth grade when Stephanie, of all people, caught my eye—and I caught hers. Together we became a romantic twosome.
The Cormeaus had moved into my neighborhood at the start of the 1979-80 academic year. They had previously resided 800 miles west of my midsize Canadian city in southern Ontario. To the teachers in our school, we were a celebrity couple as we were the two top students in our age group. In fact, Stephanie had acquired the nickname “Studious Stephanie” for her unwavering dedication to academics. Her geography teacher had given her that moniker after noticing that my soon-to-be girlfriend always turned in superb work and consistently went far above what was expected in all her assignments.
Stephanie was certainly a cutie. A small, black-haired girl with a lovely figure, she reminded me and others of Cindy Williams, who played Shirley on the popular sitcom Laverne & Shirley. She was smart, of course, but she was also quite pretty, outgoing, and fun. We clicked when we were together in three of four classes during the first semester. One day, after our last class, I asked her if I could treat her to a milkshake at an ice cream place located near our high school. She accepted. Over the next hour I became absolutely smitten with her combination of intelligence and beauty. I thought to myself that this girl was potential wife material.
Of course, I wanted to bed Stephanie, but my attraction to her was beyond sexual. I could never say that about any of my other conquests in the past. With those girls, my main (and often only) objective was frequent sex. Stephanie, being a practical girl, made it clear to me that her upbringing dictated virginity until she was at least 18—and preferably until marriage. Oddly, that restriction only made her more attractive to me. I suppose Stephanie became something akin to a forbidden fruit. Whatever the case, Stephanie and I had a terrific romance for two years without us ever doing anything overtly sexual with each other.
There were challenges, though. One night when we were both 17, I was at Stephanie’s house alone with her. We were watching television in the family’s living room, and I became especially amorous. Stephanie, on occasion, allowed me to be quite liberal with my caressing. This was one of those nights. I was getting carried away with lust, so I asked her if the restrictive “Age 18 Rule” still applied. “Of course, it does, Eddie,” she insisted. “Be thankful I’m letting you fondle my breasts. If my parents ever saw that, you’d be barred from this house permanently, I’d be grounded for a year, and we wouldn’t be allowed to see each other away from school.”
“Well, Stephanie,” I said, “I have a problem because I think I’m past the point of no return.” I pointed to an obvious bulge in the crotch of my blue jeans. “The pressure is building down there. I’ve got to have a release!”
I figured Stephanie would advise me to settle down as best I could. Instead, she said, “Eddie, go into the bathroom, think of me lying here naked, and jerk off. Then come back out here in five minutes and we can resume.” I did just that, ejaculating into some paper towels. I must have made some noise while in the act because Stephanie reported with a grin on her face. “I was timing you, Eddie; I heard you come 4 minutes and 38 seconds after you shut the bathroom door. My estimation skills are pretty solid, aren’t they?”
I was somewhat embarrassed, but I had to laugh. “Yes, Studious Stephanie, they are. I’m fairly good at predictions, too. Here’s one for you: Sometime in the first week after you have your 18th birthday, I will give you a tremendous fucking. Mark my words.”
“Let’s see,” Stephanie calculated, “that will be about 10 months from now. That gives us both something to look forward to, Eddie.”
Part Two
Stephanie’s 18th birthday was February 26, 1982. That was a Thursday. (Mine was five weeks earlier.) Her parents threw her a big birthday party that night. It was well attended by her family and the large group of friends she had acquired in the 2½ years since moving to my city. I, of course, was there, too. I got a pleasant surprise. When we had a chance to be alone, Stephanie informed me she had taken the initiative to arrange our eagerly-awaited first fuck! Stephanie quietly said she had conspired with Norma Gimble, a girl in our English class. The plan was that Stephanie would visit Norma this coming Saturday—two days after the party—for an afternoon of fun. Norma’s parents would be away from home, so Stephanie would call me for a conjugal visit. As soon as I arrived (with a box of condoms, of course), Norma would vanish for a couple of hours while I fulfilled the promise I made to Stephanie 10 months earlier. Norma handed me a slip of paper that had Norma’s address and phone number on it.
Everything went perfectly. I got Stephanie’s phone call at about 1:15 pm. I was at Norma’s home in about 10 minutes. Norma greeted me and told us the guest bedroom was prepared for our use, she wished us well, and then conveniently disappeared one floor down into the rec room with one of the novels our English class was required to read in the current semester.
After waiting for more than two years, Stephanie and I were not going to waste any time. We quickly disrobed and jumped onto the wide bed. I had not had full sexual intercourse since late 1979, so I was obviously eager. It occurred to me that if Stephanie was a virgin as she claimed—and I had no reason to doubt it—her eagerness must have been off the charts that afternoon.
As I was the one with the most experience in such matters, I took the role as the aggressor. I quickly used my size advantage to envelop Stephanie in a bear hug and press her into the soft mattress. I passionately kissed my girlfriend, fondled her breasts—which were quite lovely, perky attributes—and massaged her hairy pussy. It was a thoroughly enticing! I slid down Stephanie’s body and began licking her most private part. I think this surprised her, based on the pleasurable sounds she made while I did that.
“Put on a condom!” Stephanie instructed me. I had almost overlooked that part of the deal. I paused my love-making, put on a condom for perhaps the third time in my life, mounted my girl and thrusted away. I was enjoying myself because Stephanie was obviously enjoying herself! “Keep doing that for as long as you can, Eddie,” she pleaded with me. “It’s fabulous.”
I aimed to please, so I told Stephanie, “If I fuck you from behind, my dick will likely penetrate you even deeper!”
“I’m all in favor of that,” she stated naughtily. I gently flipped her over, planted a few playful kisses on her butt cheeks, and positioned Stephanie at the end of the bed. I left the bed to stand behind it where Stephanie’s lovely tush was calling me. Without hesitation, I rammed my penis inside her wet vagina as far as I could. I rhythmically drew it back and forth, sometimes with slow strokes, sometimes with longer ones. It was totally marvelous.
An ejaculation was imminent, so I told Stephanie exactly what was going to happen. “I’m going to come soon,” I stated. “When I feel the moment is approaching, I’ll pull out of you, rip off this condom, and fire a load on your lower back. I hope you’re okay with that, Stephanie.”
“Whatever you say, Eddie,” she replied, “It’s been fabulous so far.”
About a minute later, I felt the familiar rush in my groin. I pulled out of my teen lover with about 20 seconds to spare, removed the annoying contraceptive, and promptly shot a thick load of goo onto Stephanie’s back, just above the crack of her delightful bum. I emptied my balls with three separate blasts of my love juice. It was extremely tempting to reenter my dick into Stephanie’s pussy minus the condom, but I respected her wishes and stuck to the plan.
Being a gentleman and respecting that Stephanie and I were guests in this house, I grabbed a roll of paper towels that Norma had thoughtfully provided and wiped my jism from my girlfriend’s back. I also cleaned up a few spots of cum here and there that had sprayed elsewhere onto the bed. I quickly got back onto the bed to cuddle with my no-longer-a-virgin sweetheart. With great humor she looked at me squarely in the eye and said, “Eddie, I’m very sorry to have made you wait all this time. That was wonderful! Thae Age 18 Rule was the stupidest thing ever! We should have been doing this in 1979. We’re going to have to make up for that period of celibacy whenever we can!”
Indeed, we did! She became insatiable! Over the next three or four months, Stephanie and I fucked whenever and wherever possible. Condoms were seldom used, but I always pulled out of her before I came. Three times we screwed after school in vacated classrooms. (Somehow, we never got caught!) Better still, Stephanie gradually became more sexually aggressive with me. She liked to experiment with different positions and different locations. The wooded area of a nearby park was used half a dozen times for our joyful carnal trysts. After one such engagement, we put our clothing back on and Stephanie and I walked hand-in-hand to the nearest park bench where we caught our collective breath and chatted.
I immediately and honestly told Stephanie that she was a fabulous sex partner, and the last hundred days had been something like a paradise for me. Stephanie agreed, but added with a mischievous expression, “Maybe we ought to try something new.”
I was perplexed. I thought that our sex life featured plenty of variety and even some risky behavior. I became a little bit worried.
Stephanie began, “I was thinking, just for a onetime fun thing, we ought to do a partner swap. I’ve been reading about these swinger groups that get together and change sexual partners for the sake of variety. Everybody has fun and goes home with the same partner they brought.”
I was a little bit flabbergasted, but I stayed calm to keep my poise. I said to Stephanie, “From what little I know about swingers or wife-swappers, or whatever you want to call them, is that they are mostly older couples who are bored with their marriages and sex lives. We don’t fit those demographics.”
“Yes, that’s probably true,” Stephanie acknowledged. “For fun, though, maybe we could find a couple who are 18 or close to our ages. If we could, would you be interested?”
“If it will make you happy, sure,” I said, but truthfully, I wasn’t too thrilled about sharing Stephanie’s lovely vagina with another guy—even for a onetime thing.
“Well, you look for a potential couple and I’ll look for one, too,” Stephanie said. It was plainly obvious that my beloved girlfriend was quite enthusiastic about this idea. Despite my misgivings, I concluded that I might as well indulge her. Of course, if Stephanie’s idea actually came to fruition, I would have the pleasure of fucking someone new for the first time in the 1980s. Maybe this wasn’t such a crazy thought after all!
Part Three
By happenstance, the next day, a Saturday, I encountered a classmate from my high school homeroom when I was at a shopping mall. His name was Arnav. His parents were immigrants from India, but Arnav was thoroughly westernized having been born in Canada. He spoke with no accent whatsoever. I was passing by the food court where he was enjoying a tall, cold beverage. He signaled me to join him at his table, which I did
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When I sat down, the first thing that came to my mind was that it was odd to see Arnav without his longtime girlfriend at his side. Her name was Kavya. She was also of Indian ancestry. I always thought Kavya was quite pretty in an exotic way, but she was also very shy and soft-spoken—as many Indian females culturally are when they are among males. Amusingly, Arnav mentioned the absence of my girlfriend as being noticeable. We started talking about our respective romantic relationships. Arnav feared that he and Kavya were descending into a bit of a funk. He said, “Our relationship needs a bit of spice added to it.”
“That is a very timely comment!” I replied. I then explained that Stephanie had voiced a similar complaint to me and suggested an outing with another couple where partners were temporarily swapped for sexual pleasure. I could tell instantly that Arnav was interested.
“So you and Stephanie are sexually active?” he asked.
“Very much so since the end of February. Arnav, she’s an excellent fuck. She just wants to try something different. She only suggested this yesterday.”
Arnav noted in a whisper, “Kavya and I copulate frequently, too. We’re not supposed to, based on our cultural standards of virginity before marriage, but we do. I would be quite interested in this onetime girlfriend swap, Eddie.”
“What about Kavya?” I inquired.
Arnav laughed and said, “In an Indian romantic relationship, she pretty much has to do whatever I say. It’s one of the benefits of being an Indian male—even if we’re not in India.”
I said, “If that’s the case, let’s see if we can arrange this sexual get-together.” We both made some phone calls and soon we had arranged for our girlfriend swap exactly one week later. We reserved a room at a local motel that could be rented by the hour. We booked a room, under an alias, for three hours, from 1 to 4 p.m.
That didn’t stop Stephanie and me from having our usual sexual romps in the interim. Three days before our fun with Kavya and Arnav, we had screwed in the dugout of a youth baseball diamond that was under construction. When I had finished my sexual duties, Stephanie and I freely chatted about what was going to occur on Saturday at the motel.
“I have to be honest with you, Eddie,” she began. “Thinking about having sex with basically a complete stranger who is a different ethnicity is very exciting. Don’t you think so, too?”
“Since were being honest,” I commented, “I’m still not totally in favor of this, but I’m doing it for you. The fringe benefit is that I get to fuck Kavya. She is quite lovely and has beautiful breasts that I’ve admired since the ninth grade. I’m going to unload a geyser into her pussy!”
Stephanie giggled and replied, “It sounds like you’re really troubled by this swap, Eddie! As for me I hope your classmate has a huge dick—and knows how to use it.”
Both cars arrived at the motel about ten minutes before our reservation began. We checked in under the assumed name. The clerk joked that neither I nor Arnav looked like the singer Rod Stewart, whose name I used to book the room. He handed me the key to Room #14, which was about a 40-foot walk from the lobby. The four of us advanced there with a quick gait.
Within seconds of me unlocking the door (and then relocking it after we all went inside), we linked up with our sex partners for the day. I had been sexually active for six years, but this was the first time I’d be engaging in sex in the same room as another couple. That was the same situation for the other three people, too. I immodestly informed Kavya I was going to please her with my dick and promised her a tremendous fucking. Similarly, Arnav told Stephanie he was delighted to have the chance to “fuck a pretty white girl just for the fun of it.” The four of us began to disrobe.
My interest in what Arnav and Stephanie would be doing did not merit my attention, except for the unavoidable reality that the room had just one bed that we’d all be sharing for our sexual thrills. I was fixated on Kavya. She was quite a good-looking 18-year-old when she was standing there in her birthday suit. Her breasts were almost perfectly round. She had small areolas—which I preferred—and a hairy pussy. For some reason, I had expected that. Kavya didn’t have much in the way of a prominent bum, but that was her only physical flaw. With her shimmering black hair at shoulder length and a pretty, innocent-looking face, she was a true beauty. I embraced her and lifted her onto the right side of the bed—at almost the same time that Arvan placed Stephanie on the left side.
I immediately began squeezing and licking her sexy tits until her nipples got hard. That took about 40 seconds. Then I moved my sexual attentions to her nether regions, using my tongue to stimulate her vagina. I could tell she liked my licks down there! Her squeals and squirms spoke volumes. It occurred to me that my act of cunnilingus may have been a first for her.
I couldn’t help but notice that inches away from me Stephanie was getting her shaved pussy licked by Arvan while she gave him a blowjob—in a classic “69” position. I knew Arvan was in for a pleasurable afternoon. I could attest that Stephanie had become quite skillful at performing fellatio in the past hundred days.
Kavya’s pussy became very moist very soon. I took that as a compliment—especially when she pushed down on the back of my head so I wouldn’t stop licking her snatch. I stopped because I wanted Kavya to service me now. Although my penis was rock hard, I put it before Kavya’s lips to receive a blowjob of my own. She did not disappoint me. After about half a minute, my dick was like a steel rod. It needed to go where nature intended it to go.
I pulled it out of her warm mouth and repositioned myself for a serious round of missionary-style fucking. She lifted her legs and spread them only slightly so she would not intrude on the other couple’s space. Her pussy was a sexy sight. I quickly mounted her and rammed my manhood into her cunt. She moaned her approval. At nearly the same time Arvan mounted Stephie who was positioned the same way. We both endeavored to please our girls and please ourselves.
I merrily fucked Kavya with bursts of rapid thrusts. I occasionally stopped to play with her delightful tits that were bouncing in rhythm to my jabs. After about five minutes of screwing, I told Kavya, “I’m going to cum in that beautiful pussy of yours. Get ready to receive a big load!” It was not an idle promise. I ejaculated as hard as I ever had in my life. Her pussy seemed to welcome my splash of hot semen. While my cum shot came in waves and lasted about 30 seconds in total, I had no intention of pulling out of Kavya in any great hurry. I happily laid on top of her as we exchanged kisses. I was oblivious to the fact that right next to me, Arvan had had an equally strong ejaculation that filled Stephanie’s pussy to overflowing. He contentedly seemed to be in no rush to dismount my girlfriend, either.
Everyone’s shared goal of successfully copulating with a new person had been achieved—and we still had the room booked for about 150 more minutes! Stephanie suggested that the girls assume the dominant “on top” position, so Arvan and I relaxed on our backs. I sensed this was something completely new for Kavya as she watched Stephanie for guidance. She caught on rather quickly. A few seconds after Stephanie began stimulating Arvan’s penis with her hand to get it hard again, Kavya did the same to me. Arvan and I exchanged smiles as we thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Within a minute or so, our penises had been revived and the girls mounted us. Stephanie basically sat straight up and bounced on Arvan’s rod—which was, in fact, noticeably more impressive than mine. Kavya shoved my dick inside her cunt and then sexily gyrated on it while lying on top of me. It was wonderful. I caressed her bum cheeks and guided her up and down. In about three minutes, I had my second orgasm. Kavya had one as well. Beside us, Arvan opted to pull his dick out of Stephanie’s pussy and fire a load on her tits. Some of his ejaculate splashed onto me and Kavya. Hey, these things are bound to happen, I suppose.
To get the full value of the motel room rental, we continued our fucking. I let Arvan and Stephanie have the whole bed while I escorted Kavya to the shower in the washroom. It was a small area—perfect for intimacy. I turned on the faucet to let cool water reinvigorate us. Fucking Kavya while standing was a bit of a challenge as I was six inches taller than she was. Nevertheless, we persevered as I and my dick were up to the task. My third ejaculation also ended up in her pussy. I whispered in her ear that she was a terrific sex partner who had the best pussy I ever entered. She shyly smiled and caressed my flaccid phallus. She eventually said, “Eddie, you are a good fucker, excellent, in fact. Arvan’s penis is bigger, but you know how to use yours better than he does. Thank you for all the fucks.”
All good things must end, though. We were out of the room at 4 p.m., as scheduled. We had not made any plans about what the four of us might do afterward. Stephanie and I were somewhat surprised when Arvan and Kavya just got into their car and drove out of the motel’s parking lot. I took Stephanie to a pasta restaurant for a much-needed repast. We were both physically spent.
As it turned out, our afternoon of swinging did not do anything beneficial for our relationship. In fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect. Our sexual trysts stopped soon afterward, and Stephanie began openly saying she wanted to have a less confining relationship than being attached to a single boyfriend. I could see the writing on the wall. It was obvious. By the time summer began in 1982, the celebrity couple of Cedar River High school had split up.
I was saddened by its demise, but I didn’t have time to mope or be very upset about it. I was too busy. Since the middle of May, I had received more than a dozen sexual invitations from Indian girls whom I did not even know. Apparently, I had been highly recommended as a lover by Kavya to her many friends. I fulfilled every request that came to me.
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