The Game ... First Time Sex: Part 6 -The Real Peter Pan

Donna continued, "I was wearing a dress.”

“Dresses are convenient,” I inserted.

“Don’t get ahead of me,” she laughed. “He said we had to sit facing each other, so we sat on the ground, knees bent, with our feet touching each other. He dared me to touch his knee, so I did. Then he said it was my turn. I dared him to touch my knee, and he touched me. Then he dared me to touch his chest, and I did. Then I dared him to touch mine, and he did. He dared me to run my hand up and down his leg. I dared him to do the same. He dared me to unbutton my blouse. Then I dared him to unbutton his shirt. We continued daring each other until he was playing with my nipples, I had no boobs, and I was doing the same to his,” she said.

“So that’s it?” I laughed.

“Of course not,” she grinned.

“We scooted closer to each other. He put his fingers on my thighs under my dress, and I did the same to him. He worked his fingers up to my panties, and I touched his pants to feel his dick. I dared him to pull his pants down, and he dared me to pull my dress up. Then I dared him to pull his underwear down. I didn’t wait for his dare. I pulled my underwear off.”

“You’re making me wet,” I said.

“I see,” she said as she looked at my hard dick pushing the towel outward.

“He asked if I wanted to do it. I knew what “it” meant, so I nodded my head. My heart was pounding so fast, and I was so excited that I couldn’t talk at that point,” Donna was talking in a monotone and totally into her story.

“With his pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles, and he simply spread my legs and moved his dick to my pussy and started fucking me.”

“Gosh, so that was how the game went the first time?” my dick was fully erect and pushing the towel outward.

“Yes. It was fun,” she recalled.

“I think I would have been more awkward if you hadn’t known what to do for my first time,” I admitted.

“He told me later that it wasn’t his first time. He fucked two other girls where he used to live,” she said. “So he knew what to do.”

“It took about 10 minutes before we had our underwear off. I don’t remember how long he fucked me, but it was great. It burned a little at first. I bled a lot after a few minutes. It scared him, and he stopped. I knew why I was bleeding, so I told him not to worry that it was normal the first time. He got back on me and started again.”

“You’re making me get wetter,” I said.

“I know. I can see you,” she said as reached over and playfully grabbed my dick under the towel.

“So how did you get back to the house if you were bleeding. I mean did it stop?” I was curious.

“After we finished, I put a sock in my panties and went back to my house. I washed it out in my bathroom. I was sore that night and for the next couple of days. That scared me, but it went away. That is why I asked for ice after you and Marcus fucked Tonya. I also gave Tonya some vaseline to use after she got back home and stopped bleeding. She didn’t feel as sore the next day as I did.”

“So he came over a lot after that?” I asked as Donna grasped my dick through the towel.

“Yes. All the time. On one weekend months later, he brought a friend. It was the son of a women who worked with his mother. Sometimes his mother watched Todd on Saturday or Sunday. Donnie made sure he never told anyone about us, and he kept his word.”

“So you liked his friend?”

“His name was Todd. Well, we were little. He lived too far away to come over regularly like Donnie. About a year later he told us that he was fucking a girl a few blocks from him. He stopped staying with my aunt as he got older,” she lamented.

“So it was mainly Donnie and you all those times?” I asked.

“Yes, but there were no romantic feelings, but I didn’t stop seeing Donnie for any other reason except that he moved away. He is my cousin, so we wouldn’t date or really feel romantic toward each other.”

“Did he ever call you after he left?” I asked.

“No,” she said emphatically and released the hold on my dick. I was sorry I asked.

Sounding like our school psychologist, “How did that make you feel?”

Donna reflected back, “A bit sad, a little lonely, and quite a bit horny.”

I passed judgment, “So all he did was fuck you. He didn’t call to say he missed you after fucking you for 4 or 5 years?”

“It was longer than that, but didn’t you do the same?” she pressed back as she reached over and rubbed my dick through the towel once again.

“You got me there. We just fucked too, but I would call if I moved away. You know I love you, but not like Marcus loves you,” I confessed.

“I know. That’s why I brought Tonya to meet you, and I was curious about Marcus,” she revealed.

“Curious? You planned a couple of months to get all four of us together,” I sounded falsely disgusted.

"I was grooming Tonya for you," she laughed.

“The plan was to dump me,” I laughed.

Donna laughs, “It took about three months, all summer. Are you are complaining?”

“No. It worked out perfectly,” I acknowledged as Donna gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

Donna continued, “It is more than perfect for both of us. The first time I met Marcus, you and he were playing Halo, and he really turned me on, but since he looked so much younger than me, I didn’t think of actually fucking him, at first.”

“At first,” I repeated.

“You know, I reluctantly had to tell Tonya about our fucking each other. Then I told her details about how we sucked and fucked, and used our fingers to gently move up our legs to our nipples and from our thighs to our stomachs. Then I had to wait days until she was curious enough to consider meeting you and aroused enough to lose her virginity. It had to be mostly her idea, mostly,” she smiled.

“Mostly,” I repeated.

“Yeah mostly," she winked. "I had to make sure she wanted to do more than just kiss you before I introduced you guys,” Donna explained.

“Yes. I would have missed being with you and probably taken Marcus' cell phone away and tell you he moved,” I laughed.

“Then I had to take her to the clinic to get pills. Then we had to wait a month. Then I had to teach her what to do. It was a long process. I told her lots of stuff to do to you.”

“Like what?” I inquired as if I didn’t know.

“Like how to put your dick in her mouth and what to do with her tongue. I told her how to use the tips of her fingers to move from your temples to your toes. Then I told her how use her tongue on your neck and move down to your dick. Did I do wrong?” she asked.

“I have no complaints other than I can’t have both of you at once,” I mused.

“We may try that sometime if you think you are ready for it,” she teased.

“I can handle it,” I teased back as my dick became increasingly aroused at the thought, “but I can’t leave Marcus out. I would feel bad.”

“And I would feel worse,” she admitted and she squeeze my dick playfully. “Unless Marcus was out of town for a long while like Tonya was,” the wickedly erotic temptress had me longing for the moment.

“Okay. That would be a reason,” I laughed. “I’m gonna tell Marcus to go to camp next summer.”

Donna laughed and gently pumped my dick as she held it through the towel.

“I have a question,” I said thoughtfully.

“And it is?” she pondered.

“If you hadn’t met Marcus at my house, would you still be interested in me,” my ego was asking to get bruised as my curiosity got the best of my judgment.

“Look, I feel about you the same as you feel about me,” she said which put me on the defensive.

“Well, then we loved each other but not to the extent that we love Marcus and Tonya, right? I mean, we each have more romance now, you and Marcus, and me and Tonya, correct?” I analyzed.

“That is well stated. You and I didn’t have that slightly possessive or protective feeling about each other. I don’t mean jealousy, but you didn’t feel any pain when I said I was going to be with Marcus that first night when you were with Tonya," she said.

Thoughtfully, I added, "I guess I was never possessive of you or felt overly protective like I feel when I'm around Tonya."

Donna asked, "Now, tell me the truth, how did you feel when you met Tonya?”

“You are giving me permission to tell the truth right?” I asked.

“Yes. We always share our thoughts and hold nothing back,” she said.

“Except for your interest in Marcus,” I pushed.

“Or your interest in Tonya,” she pushed back and grasped my balls.

“Okay. I won’t let you feel guilty. As soon as I saw Tonya, I wanted fuck her,” I confessed. “Gawd, her legs turned me on. I just couldn’t make myself stop thinking about fucking her. I loved her sandy blonde hair, and that skirt was so short. She turned me on.”

“Yes, I know. Girls have a way of knowing stuff like that,” she states.

Oh Geezus, just like my dream, she can pick up on cues while guys are oblivious to how they are being read. In poker, this would be a tell.

“I chose her skirt by the way. All the time you and I fucked each other, it was not that romantic. Well, it was like best friends, but not head-over-heels romantic. It is the same with my cousin. We were just friends,” she said.

“OK, you got my number,” I laughed, “but how about you?”

“What about me?” she wanted to know as she smiled.

“You kiss him a lot. You cradle Marcus like he is your little lamb. You blow and whisper in his ear,” I countered.

“I blew in your ear,” said Donna laughing.

“But not in line at the theatre, not right after he gets in the car after your first kiss of the night, not after you make a right hand turn and bend over his way. Oh, and how about giving him head when you were on your period?”

“OK. I think we know each other too well,” she laughed. “We’re both happy with what we have, right?”

"Absolutely," I said as I leaned toward Donna and blew in her ear.

Even though I love Tonya, at this point Donna had me captivated with her eyes, or was it because she was rubbing my dick?

Donna continued, “It really excited me to know that you were so new at fucking all of last year. At least with you it was magical, and it was much better than with my cousin.”

My ego was boosted to know that.

“Really, magical?” I asked.

“Yes. It was very magical,” she said emphatically.

I turned the conversation back to the problem at hand, “So, what are we going to do about your cousin?”

All of the sudden I felt that I should help solve a potential problem. Look, her cousin fucked her quite young and took her virginity. Of course, Donna loved it, and wouldn’t have changed a thing, but her cousin just wanted sex. Well to think of it, it’s good he wasn’t romantic. Geezus, he’s literally her fucking cousin. It would be illegal for them to marry, so why are we worried about him now? I guess I worry about it because if he moves back, he will want to fuck Donna again. That would be disastrous for Marcus, and it would break our tight circle.

“I got it,” I exclaimed happily.

“What?” she said.

“Tell him you are on your period,” my plan seemed logical but a little simplistic. “He is visiting for only a couple of nights.”

“Well, I used to give him head,” she confessed.

“Damn, I wasn’t the first for anything,” I laughed.

“You were my first virgin,” Donna said triumphantly as she bent over to kiss my cheek.

“But I wouldn’t have had a chance if Donnie hadn’t moved away. You were his sex machine,” I teased.

“What do you mean? The first time I saw you coming toward me that Sunday afternoon, I had plans for you,” she said.

“Wow. So that day would have happened whether or not Donnie moved away?” I reflected.

“That’s right. Nothing would have changed,” she said.

“But Donnie seemed to be at your house all the time,” I said.

“How do you think I got so good,” she bragged, “without a little practice?”

I complimented her, “Good? I would say excellent to the 10th power.”

“Thanks, but that leaves no room for Tonya to top me,” she said. “And you love Tonya.”

“Well, Tonya is as fantastic as you, but no one is better than you,” I continued my praise and respect.

“Okay. Flattery will get you nowhere, but compliments will. Let’s not worry about my cousin for a moment,” she said as she pulled the towel off my waist. My dick was hard and dripping precum.

Oh my gosh. I didn’t think I would get anything from Donna as she and Marcus grew closer every day. We had swapped a couple of times right after I met Donna, but that stopped.

“I didn’t expect this,” I said.

"So why did you shower before I arrived?" she questioned.

"You taught us to always be ready," I reminded her.

“You will always be in my heart. When it’s appropriate, it just happens,” she said as she licked the precum off my dick. “Looks like I still have some effect on you, and it seems very appropriate now.”

“If you were in a crowd of beauty contestants, my eyes would go straight to yours,” I said as I laid back on the bed.

“Okay. You can stop now. I already have your dick in my hand. Close your eyes, lay back, relax, and enjoy. It does happen to be my time of the month, so you get the treatment.” Her words tapered off to a whisper as she opened her mouth and went down my dick with her lips.

Donna grasped my dripping erection and put her head on my stomach. She licked the base of my dick and then my balls. She went up and down slowly while moving her tongue rapidly around my dick. She lifted off while pumping it ever so very gently with her soft fist.

You can see why I showered. Always be ready. Donna continued to gently pump my dick moving my skin up and down as she varied her tongue rotation around the head of my dick. She sucked me from the front and then the side. She altered her pressure from delicate to firm, from robust to soft, from fast to slow, and from top to bottom.

Since Donna wouldn’t be cumming, I didn’t have to hold off cumming. The variety of her tongue movements, pressure of her lips, and gentle grip on my dick brought on the tingling sensation that precedes a full blown orgasm. I cease trying to hold off, and I know I was near. I let myself cum naturally without either prolonging or forcing a climax. I just relaxed and let it happen.

The feeling that first numbs and then elevates to a maddening aural sensation begins. The back of my calves and the temples on my head start tingling and rushing down to my stomach. The feeling flows in a gushing wave from my temples to my thighs and escalates as the muscles in my anus and base of my dick tense up. The rush of sensation gushes through my body. I am fully relaxed with the exhilaration of climax as wave after wave of hot cum shoots into Donna’s mouth signaling my total loss of mental control to my emotions.

Donna doesn’t vary her pace. She moves up and down with her lips as her tongue goes round and round. She swallows each pulse of cum that erupts. I run my fingers though the strands of hair on her head. I am floating while she stays on to suck every last drip of cum that seeps out, and the numbing with sensation continues through my body.

I was so hot that I never got ticklish after I came. That was very new and uncharacteristic of me. I could have let her continue sucking me for a long time after I came. I just didn’t get ticklish this time.

Donna let me relax as I laid on my pillow. She rested her head on my stomach, and I continued to run my fingers through her hair. After a couple of minutes, I sat up and kissed her more deeply than I ever did before. Just think how excited she is at this very moment. She was on her period and didn’t want to fuck, but she is just as aroused as I was a few minutes before.

It’s not like we are cheating on Marcus and Tonya. For some people it could be a simple thank you kiss between friends. This is no different. We had already been close, so a simple thank you translated into Donna sucking my dick. To Donna, it is no different than rubbing my back if I were tired. As I said, she is one amazing goddess.

“I’m going to Marcus’ house now,” she announced.

“What are you going to tell him?” I asked.

“Nothing. I will just tell him I was in the neighborhood and want to suck his dick,” she laughed. "That's the truth."

“Wow. Lucky guy,” I said as I put on a pair of boxer shorts. “Do you want to bring him back here?

“No. He's probably alone,” she said.

Donna never ceases to amaze me. With the dilemma about whether or not to fuck her cousin, she comes to me, not Tonya or Marcus. Then she sucks my dick, and then just matter-of-factly announces she is going to Marcus' house to suck him off too. She confides in me, I guess, because we are closer in age, and she trusts my judgment. In any case, we remain close.

"Just relax. I'll let myself out," she said.

"Donna, I love you," I said from the top of the stairs.

"I know," she laughed as she repeated the cliché scene from Star Wars.

As Donna was looking up at me in my boxers from the bottom of the stairs, the doorbell rang. Donna opened the door. It was Marcus.

Find out Marcus' response in Part 7. Thanks for reading. If you like the story up to this point, please leave feedback for me. I appreciate all of the comments and emails about the story. After a slew of email inquiries, I will state once again that Donna, Marcus, and Tonya have no idea that I am writing about them.