Well it isn’t really a “first” one. My first timewasn’t so special, nothing to write home about. (LOL :-), I think this is a g...eat one, don’t you?)You know, Iwas eleven years old, Bryant was a fourteen years oldboy, our neighbor, and I had enormous crush on him. Iwould do anything he wanted me and what he wanted wasto pluck my cherry. So I let him do it. It hurt a bit,and stung, and I didn’t enjoy it at all, althoughBryant had promised me I would, but I told. From that position it was a painful struggle to regain the more comfortable slightly bent over position. Eventually she stopped trying.Her panick welled anew when she heard a door creak. Someone had heard her. "Hello?" ... "Help ... please help!" She heard footsteps approach.A man, clearly dressed as a farm hand, came into view. "What's all this now?" He asked as he approached her stall."I've been k**napped! Please help me?" She realized as she was saying it how unlikely the man was to be. I grabbed her in my arms. Tied her hands to both the corners of the bed and started kissing her body. Still reviving from the last orgasm. She said Arch please stop. Its enough. Let me rest for some time. I didn’t listen to her and started fingering her asshole and licking her pussy. I just love it.She came thrice and I still didn’t stop. My bed was half wet with their squirts. Her boobs were swelled up. Nipples were erect and her body was stiffened still trying to revive from those orgasms.. "Karen stood up and took Jim by the hand and looked over at Derrick and Kathy. "We're going to the master bedroom, why don't you two use the guest room, and join us in a little bit and we can finish the night off with a bang."Kathy and Derrick made their way to the spare room, and Derrick was anxious to hear what Kathy had to say. "So, just how did you know about Megan and I?" I have known for almost a year of her fantasy of having you be her first. I overhead a conversation between her and her.