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Wanton Stories II: Losing It
(Stoney)

     I was eighteen before I worked up the courage to let a boy fuck me! I am a good looking girl, petite with long blonde hair and green eyes and a pair of firm 34C breasts but I avoided going out alone with boys even though many of them at school were clearly attracted to me. My girl friends would tell me how boys had fondled them, pressed their tits, stuck their hands into their panties and rubbed their pussies and how they had put their hands on boys' "things" and rubbed them till they spurted thick white goo up into the air. These stories did not excite me. I always found boys rough and inconsiderate and was afraid their "things" would hurt me.

      I grew up in a single family home the only child of a mother who loved me dearly. All her friends were female, either single or couples with children about my age. My father was never mentioned but I got the impression that he had somehow wronged my mother and even beaten her often before they eventually separated. My earliest memories of all the parties my mother took me to had only women and their children present and most of the children were girls.



      My best friend Brenda lived with her mother and her "friend". Brenda told me that they shared a bedroom and she slept by herself in another bedroom. They were partners in a very successful boutique and seemed to be quite fond of each other. They never quarreled and were always smiling and sweet tempered. Brenda and I were inseparable and our mothers were close friends too.

      As the two of us grew out of childhood we began to realize that other kids did not live the way we did. There were more males in their lives and couples were always a man and woman. Many of the girls at school spoke about their dads and brothers and when we were invited to parties at their houses lots of males were present. Both Brenda and I found ourselves very uncomfortable at these parties and stuck together for support and comfort.

      Once at a sleep-over at Brenda's house we began to talk about boys and how we did not like them and Brenda said that she had to tell me a secret. I promised not to tell anyone and she told me she had a brother, a year older than her, who lived with her father and who visited them secretly and alone as her mother loved the boy and could not tear herself away from him. She also confessed that she too was very fond of him and when ever he stayed the night he shared her bed. They had slept together from the time they were babies and thought nothing of it. In fact he slept in a flimsy nightdress she lent him! 



      The thought of Brenda and her brother sleeping in the same bed excited me and the next time I was over at her place I asked her about it.

"Does he just lie quietly and talk to you or do you both fondle each other like we do?" I asked her curiously.



"Does he rub your pussy and make you feel good the way I can?" I demanded feeling a little jealous that she should let someone else, especially a boy, touch her the way we did each other. We were in bed together wearing only thin cotton nighties since it was summer and very hot. Brenda rolled over onto me and I felt her hard little breasts press against mine and my nipples hardened, she kissed me tenderly and said, "My brother is very effeminate and sweet and gentle like a girl and he likes to kiss and tickle my pussy till I squirt my sweet juices onto his fingers!" 



      We were both excited now and quickly pulled our night dresses up, I spread my thighs so she could lie between them and fit her quivering pussy against my moist slit. Our clits were rigid and we both began to undulate our bottoms causing a passionate friction and tingling in our cunts. Her mouth was glued to mine and her tongue wriggled wildly over my teeth and lips and then deep into my throat.

      I felt a familiar clenching in my stomach followed by sweet release and at the same time I heard Brenda moan and felt a sprinkling of her cum on my bush. We had never orgasmed so hard and so fast before and we looked with surprise into each other's eyes as our breathing slowed to normal. Then Brenda began to giggle.