Chapter 1

Why is it that a boy can fuck as many girls as he can get to allow it without getting a reputation as being of less-than-desirable character? But if a girl tries the same thing with a multitude of boys, she is called a "slut" or things even worse and ostracized for her actions. Well, I am not going to abide by that sort of shit! Dammit, I love fucking, and I plan to get as much of it as I can before I leave high school.

My first fuck came at my 14^th birthday party. I can't figure out why I waited so long, but I did. Joey Lewis had caught my eye, and I chose him for my first conquest. With my mental abilities, he had no way to resist me. I read his mind and found that he was as much of a virgin as I was, but he had only just started thinking about the subject.

Joey had been masturbating for about six months and had a decent sized cock when it was hard, at least from my point of view. It was circumcised because he was Jewish, and the religious connotations had been a turn-on for me, not that I needed much of a turn-on. At this time, he was five inches long and about one inch in diameter when he was fully hard. Oh, yeah, I knew that was nothing special when it came to size, but I really didn't know how much cock I could tolerate, so I planned to start out small and work up to larger cocks as my cunt got stretched.

I still had my cherry, and I was concerned about the blood that might show up as a result of breaking it. That meant that I had to be naked between my waist and my ankles to make sure that I did not leave a tell-tale mark on my clothes. That was why I decided that I would cover all of the bases and be completely naked for my first fuck. Of course, I decided that Joey would be naked, too.

You may wonder why I didn't just get rid of my hymen before I fucked Joey, and that would be a reasonable question since all I had to do was to concentrate for a moment and the membrane would be gone. Actually, I had heard so much from my girlfriends about the hymen and how much it hurt when it was broken, that I wanted to see if they were bullshitting me. I had experimented by pushing on my hymen with my finger, and I had found mine to be so soft and flexible that I had better leave it alone if I did not want to rupture it before Joey's cock did the honors.

As I said, I was saving my first fuck as a birthday present from me to me, so I gently influenced Joey to hang around until after all of the other guests had left the party. My mother was busy cleaning up the patio where the party had been held, and her mind was nudged in the right way so that she would not mind that I was not helping her clean up. Joey Lewis was induced to join me in my "play house" in the back corner of the yard behind the in-ground swimming pool. The little building was built with the idea of becoming a storage shed after I got too old to be interested in it, but that might be some time with the implementation of my new hobby of sex.

Several years ago, a double-bed had been headed for the dump until I "persuaded" my parents to give it to me for my play house. A few months ago, though they do not remember doing it, they bought me a new mattress, pillows, and linens for it. I put a TK (telekinetic) shield over the structure so that no vermin could get in, and the linens stayed as clean as they would have if they had been in place inside our regular house.

Joey and I went unobserved into the play house still dressed in our party finery. I figured that was appropriate for my grand entrance into the world of sex, and we had a place to hang up our clothes so that they would not get any more mussed before Joey went home. Joey and I removed our clothes and hung them on coat hangers just as if we were putting them away in our closets at home. That was another concession to my fantasy and it kept the clothes as clean as was possible.

Neither one of us had more than the vaguest beginnings of pubic hair, so our genitalia were immediately visible to the other. Joey was fascinated by my pussy, but I was pleased that he was also interested in my budding tits. Really, they were not much more than mounds of flesh that supported my nipples. However, I did have the beginning of "puffies" under my areolas, and I loved the way they pushed my nipples out even farther away from my chest, especially when I thought about sex.

Joey was also 14, so he only needed a glance at my naked body to give him the beginnings of an erection. I thought it was so cute the way his cock stuck out away from his belly like one of those flagpoles on the side of a building downtown. Also, it made a convenient handle for me to use to drag him onto the bed.

I had been doing considerable internet research on the subject of fucking. I had watched innumerable videos of people fucking in all of the positions that I could find. I had also read all of the advice blogs on the subject that were free, and there were plenty of those. I suspect that I knew more about sex organs and fucking than 90% of the medical personnel in the USA.

One thing that I had been warned about was to be sure that there was enough lubrication inside my vagina before I let Joey insert his cock, no matter how much of a hurry he might be in. I had even picked up a tube of KY Jelly from Mom's bedside table yesterday just for insurance. I really wasn't worried because of the control my mind had over my body. The moment I had removed my panties, I had ordered my vagina to start producing lubricant. I was beginning to feel it running down my leg, so I was pretty sure that I was okay in that department.

I was so inexperienced that I had no interest in foreplay at this stage. Indeed, I really did not know what foreplay was or what it was good for. Therefore, I lay down on my back on the bed and used Joey's cock to pull him onto the bed with me. The research I had done said the the Missionary Position was the one most popular in the USA, and who was I to argue with public opinion? Therefore, I guided Joey between my legs.

He was on his knees and we determined immediately that his cock was not long enough to reach my vaginal opening in that position. Well, I proved the value of research: I raised my legs and propped them on Joey's shoulders. When Joey leaned forward, he pushed my legs back toward my tits, and that arched my back and forced my cunt to rise to meet his cock. Ah, now he could reach me.

Joey did not really know what he was supposed to do, so I had to spread my pussy lips and guide his cock into alignment with my vagina. I rubbed his cock head through the puddle of lubricant collected at my vaginal opening and got him coated with the liquid as best I could. At last, the moment was at hand! I lined up his cock head with my hole and had Joey lean forward enough to push against my pussy.

Thank God, I caught him in time before he tried to jam his cock into me with all of his might! I coached him to push forcefully, but not too quickly, past my pussy lips. At last, I felt the pressure of a cock pushing against my cherry. That feeling alone was enough to start me on the road to ultimate happiness, but Joey still had a long way to go. He pushed against the muscles that sealed off the mouth of my vagina; even his small-diameter cock was large enough to have to stretch me some.

Just to make sure that Joey was not going to do something foolish that would hurt either one of us, I had about 10% of my attention monitoring his brain. That was enough to warn me if Joey was about to do the wrong thing, but not enough to interfere with my enjoyment of my introduction to sex.

Joey began to push against my hymen and to force it back into my vagina. Finally, he was in far enough that I felt a sudden tearing. After all of the talking I had listened to about the pain to expect at this stage of fucking, I was almost disappointed that there was only a momentary pin-prick of pain that disappeared immediately. I thought to myself how lucky I was after all of the tear-jerking stories of painful first time penetration. As it happened, all of the girls talking about the pain were still virgins, and they were just repeating stories that they had heard. I suspect that a lot of these stories were pure bullshit, though some women must have been hurt to give the stories any credence at all.

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