Horny 'lil Virgin 1

I decided to get back to my normal style of writing, that being lesbian erotica. I love to write about it more than anything else as it gives me pleasures like nothing else too, and I hope it does to you as well.

This will be in two parts.

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Horny 'lil Virgin (Part 1)
By Silky

It wasn’t easy being a horny little virgin in an all-girl high school. That was a confusing time for me. I was certainly boy crazy and had plenty of opportunities to explore the opposite sex, but I just didn’t want to waste my first time on anyone who wasn’t worthy.

I guess you could say I was a stuck-up little princess. I wasn’t about to let just anyone plunder my perfect body. And so my senior year rolled around and my cherry was still firmly intact. Which is not to say my high-school years were void of sex. There was never a shortage of young studs trying to get up my skirt, and while I enjoyed their attempts, none proved worthy of getting beyond third base. Perhaps it was their pathetic groping that pushed me closer to the fairer sex.

I spent four years immersed in feminine beauty. Everywhere I turned I was surrounded by snotty little rich girls in sexy uniforms. It’s no wonder my heterosexual fantasies were interrupted by dreams of girls kissing and licking each other’s naked pussies and breasts.

By my senior year, I was starting to worry about myself. I was becoming obsessed with my roommate, Sara, who seemed to be taunting me with her incredible body. Sara was probably the only other virgin in our class. Like me, she had plenty of suitors, but she was determined to hold out until she turned eighteen.

She was a few months younger than me, and I often wished I were a guy so I could nail her myself. She was so gorgeous — from her honey-blonde hair to her long, slender legs. I wondered what she would think if she knew how I yearned to suck her pink nipples and lick her tight little ass.



I used to love watching her dress in the morning before class. She was always pushing the limits of our school uniform policy with her short skirts. Sometimes I swear she was torturing me -- stretching out her sleek, tanned legs as she slowly pulled on her panties, or hiking up her skirt to adjust her stockings or tights, knowing my eyes were on her. One morning, she was ready to leave the dorm when she turned to me with a naughty grin, lifted her skirt and slipped off her thong, revealing the lacy tops of her stay-up stockings. She tossed the panties in my face then sauntered out of the room.

It was more than I could take. We had celebrated her birthday the night before and I knew she was eager to get laid. I had been up tossing and turning all night dreaming of her long legs wrapped around some lucky stud, pumping his hard dick in and out of her hot little cunt.

As soon as our door clicked shut, I raised the silk panties to my nose and inhaled her creamy scent -- my own pussy throbbing with excitement. Any doubts I had about my sexuality vanished. My lust for Sara was unbearable. I rolled around on my bed, brushing her panties over every inch of my body. My nipples hardened as the silk glided over my breasts and began the descent, down my flat tummy, over my hip bones and finally, onto my downy little mound.

I imagined my hand was Sara’s bush, pressing through the fabric against my throbbing cunt. I imagined our legs entwined, school-girl skirts pushed up and our wet young pussies mashing together as we pumped our way to ecstasy.

The thought of our creamy twats kissing was too much. I pushed my panty-covered fingers into my slit and stroked my clit while my other hand pinched my hardened nipples. I admired my sweet, teenage thighs and painted toenails as my orgasm flooded over me.

“Ooooo, fuck me Sara!” I cooed as I rocked my hips, arching my back and digging her panties deeper between my lips. “Fuck me gently...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me harder! Make me cum Sara...make your roommate scream!”

My hips were bucking furiously as my pussy gushed sweet cream into Sara’s thong, and I rolled over onto my stomach, thrusting my bare ass in the air, still humping my hand and squeezing my tits.

“Spank me Sara,” I whimpered into my pillow as my climax subsided. “Spank my slutty virgin ass...”

My vagina still convulsing, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Sara and knowing I wouldn’t make it to class. I was still lying naked on my stomach when Sara sneaked back to the dorm between classes. I was awakened by a stinging smack across my ass.

“Do you mind,” Sara scolded as she pulled her cum-soaked panties from my hand. I was so embarrassed. I would have died, if not for the mischievous gleam in Sara’s eyes.

“It seems I forgot these,” she said, slipping her thong slowly up her thighs, over her stockings and under her skirt. “The last thing I need today is a uniform infraction.” She turned and bounded out of the dorm, like the perky cheerleader she was.

Sara had been dating a big, handsome college guy since Christmas and it was all she could do to keep him from fucking her. As she dressed for her date that evening, I knew she was finally ready to give in. Right after school, she threw off her uniform and hopped in the shower. I settled onto my bed, eager to watch her prepare for her last night as a virgin.

“Be sure to tell me everything,” I begged as she outlined her lips in red lipstick -- her white, lace pushup bra molding her perky tits. “I want to know every sordid detail.”

Sara took a fresh pair of silk stockings from her drawer and sat on the edge of her bed to put them on. I could barely keep from drooling as she pulled one stocking up to her thigh, shifting her bum as she hooked the lacy top into her garter straps.

My pussy oozed as Sara leaned back on her bed, lifted her leg into the air and pulled her other stocking slowly over each creamy inch of her limb, carefully straightening the seam on the back of her calf.

Rolling onto her stomach, she asked me to check her stockings for runs. My rock-hard clit was aching as I kneeled on her bed and ran my hand gently from her silk-covered heel to the top of her stocking, lightly brushing her bare thigh with the backs of my fingers.

“This one’s fine,” I assured her, reaching my other hand to her ankle. With one hand on her left thigh, I stroked her right leg, from her ankle to her bum and back again -- I couldn’t believe she was letting me do this. I was tempted to tear her stocking with my finger nail, just so I could help her pick out new ones.

“This one looks great too,” I said, grasping her thigh and rolling her onto her back. “Dan’s a lucky guy.”

“I know,” said Sara. “I just worry that I’m going to be a lame fuck. I mean, Dan’s a great kisser, but I don’t know if I’m any good.”

She threw herself back on the bed, her golden hair cascading over the pillow and her silky legs draped over my lap.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do fine, I said, still stroking her stockings. “Why don’t you pretend I’m Dan and I’ll help you practice. I Know I’m not a guy, but I have a pretty good idea what they like.”

Sara jumped off the bed, playfully punching me in the arm. “That’s a great idea,” she said, pulling me to a standing position. “I can’t believe you would do that for me.”

I stood on my tip toes, trying to simulate Dan’s height and slipping my hand around Sara’s slender waist. She reached her hands around my neck, running her fingers through my jet-black bob. When our eyes met, I couldn’t believe we were about to kiss. My knees were shaking as she leaned in and planted her open, pouting lips on mine. I could smell her lipstick as she pulled away, blushing, then planted another and another tender kiss on my hungry lips.

I was stunned, and my pussy was gushing. Standing flat footed, I pulled Sara close, mashing our breasts together, her panties brushing against my skirt. When our lips met again, I drove my tongue deep into Sara’s mouth as hers entered mine. She was hugging me tightly as our tongues and lips made love and my hands explored her back, teasing the edge of her panties.

She pulled away suddenly, blushing, and I worried that I had gone too far. “Your kissing is wonderful,” I muttered. “Now hurry and get dressed, you’re going to be late.”

Sara threw on a little, black slip dress, wiggling her hips as she tugged it over her garter and stockings. She refreshed her lipstick and headed for the door. “Don’t wait up,” she said, pausing to check her gorgeous ass in the mirror.”

As soon as Sara left, I plunged my hand under the waist of my skirt and into my panties, frantically smearing my pussy cream over my clit while squeezing my tits with my other hand. I leaned back against the wall, masturbating with the taste of Sara still on my lips.

End of Part 1

Click here for part 2.
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Silky