OOC:The Commune of the Goddess

[Honey_B]

The premise for this thread is simple. No Men... (well, we need one, but more on that later)

Here's the premise:

Three days after the close of Woodstock in 1969, Mary Yasgur quits her job as a schoolteacher and creates the Commune for the Goddess on the other side of Bethel New York. In her vision, it is a place where any woman can retreat to for peace, love (lots of it), and gossip.

Any woman may join this thread, but let me put a special invitation out to SexyChele, Maid of Marvels, Basia, and Angel to reprise their roles from 'Backstage at Woodstock' (or come up with something completely different). This thread will be grounded in the late sixties, but it will be flexible, allowing for all types of female characters to find sanctuary.

Now, for the estrogen-challenged...

We will need the services of one male writer to play the guru of the commune. Interested parties may audition for the part by submitting to this thread.

The entry should be a description of a woman losing her virginity, from the woman's perspective, 300 words or less.

Entries will be judged by all women, except me, who join. The deadline will be posted in due time. Judging will occur after that. Please post entries under a different registered name, assumed for this contest. PM me your real identity. This is just so favorites don't get special treatment (you'll be able to post under your own name in the actual thread)

I'll start the thread after we've chosen our guru.

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Now there was a time when we used to say
That behind every great man
There had to be a great woman
Oh, in these times of change
You know that it's no longer true
So we're coming out of the kitchen
'cause there's something we forgot to say to you

It's that sisters are doin' it for themselves
Standing on their own two feet, and ringing on their own bells
We said sisters are doing it for themselves
From "Sisters Are Doin' It For Themselves" - Aretha Franklin and the Eurthymics

Let it not be said that Honey does not make good on her threats!

 

[ariosto]

A wonderful idea for a topic and a contest!
Ariosto's entry will soon follow...

 

[kitsuke]

Yeah, great idea.

 

[Mystery Author]

'Oh my god...', Jessica thought as she sprawled in the backseat of Chris's car, her panties around one ankle, "he's gonna put it in. Will it hurt?'

So here she was, on some back road where she and Chris had gone to make out. She wasn't going to let him do any more than kiss and pet but he had looked almost like it hurt when she told him to stop. So he'd begged and pleaded and finally she'd said okay, but use a condom dammit.

It hadn't looked as big as it felt now. She wouldn't look down as he clumsily tried to maneuver it inside her. After a lot of misguided thrusts, finally she felt him penetrate.

"Ow!" she said involutarily, he hadn't taken any time out to prepare her and it hurt! "Chris stop it hurts!"

He did stop, an all too rare feat for a kid in his situation. "I'm sorry baby, tell me when it's okay." His face was all twisted and pathetic with need.

Finally she said okay and gritted her teeth, 'I hope it's quick.'

He penetrated her slowly, coming to rest against her virginity was a shock for both of them. He'd been told she was kind of a slut and she'd not thoroughly thought out what was about to happen. Before she could protest though he tore through it with a final grunt and heave.

Quickly his business was finished and she stickiness dripping out of her. He lost all interest in her at that time, just pulled up his pants and go tout of the car for a cigarette. A bit shocked, she pulled her panties up and got out.

"I need to go home now, Chris" she said, her voice shaking a bit.

"Yeah, in a minute." he said around his smoke.

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Later at home as she cleaned up in the bathroom, she saw sticky white stuff mixed with her blood in the mess. 'Oh god,' she thought, 'he took the condom off! I hope I'm not pregnant! I'm not a slut am I? Will he call me tomorrow like he promised? Will he still like me?'

She collapsed into a softly crying heap on the bathroom floor, wondering how her life was ever going to be the same again.

Jessica Henderson, lasted to the third date of her first boyfriend.



{Author's Note - No, my story is not a happy virginity story. It is one, though, that I feel is all too common. I hope I captured some uncertainty and fear here, because it's the first thing any female friends of mine have told me of. It would have been nice of me to say that she enjoyed it, but when you've got a hormonal jock about to get his hands on a "prime piece" (I hate that term) then often the pleasantries go the way of the dodo. Please feel free to lambast my take on it here with all the hateful rhetoric you can muster, or pm me and do much the same. Yrs Always, Mysterious Authorguy}

 

[MtnAngelWV]

character: Dorothy Ann Lipowictz aka Blossom, 22, grew up in Manhattan the daughter of a successful doctor father and a socialite mother, drifted aimlessly for a while trying to overcome the rituals of the institution (re: home life), she is keeping a journal that she hopes to publish some day, she has fiery red hair, somewhat unruly at times, tall and slender, somewhat boyish build (not many curves but still feminine), crystal jade green eyes, definitley not into the drug scene, experimenting with Buddhism, and always searching for the tru meaning of life!!


Thanks to HoneyB for the invitation!

 

[Basia]

count me in

I need to make a few ajustments to the costume, but Skyee will be in

 

[SexyChele]

Count my in! Storm will rise again......I think. Will post character specifics tomorrow, if you don't mind, Honey!

 

[Honey_B]

Hi, girls! This is going to be too much fun. I'm so glad you have all decided to join. I think the contest is going to be a blast. We already have one awesome entry with hopefully more to come.

 

[Renaissance Man]

Contest Entry

You want to know how I lost my Virginity? Sure, I'll tell you. It was mostly because my freind Beth had just lost hers and I never let Beth outdo me in anything!
His name was John...


John led me to the bedroom straight away. He began to caress me and kissed me, probing with his tongue as he had done last night. I felt as much frightened as thrilled, knowing that I would let him go all the way with me this afternoon. His hand was creeping up my thighs and began pulling down my panties, the black lacey ones I had bought myself just for today.
He continued to undress me, touching me and kissing me the whole time. His face was flushed with anticipation and my own anxiety was beginning to disappear as I watched his awkward fingers touching places only I had touched before.
He drew me down to the bed and kissed me again, then stood up and removed his own clothes. I had seen him naked before at the Lake and I had touched him through his pants but I had never seen him erect before. He was much bigger than I'd imagined. His penis curved up from a matt of curling black hair to a wide purplish tip that I could not imagine ever getting inside of me!
He opened my legs and knelt between them, stroking himself with one hand and touching me with the other. I'd never felt a man's fingers on my pussy before and I began to shudder a bit. He rubbed my clitoris and then pushed a finger into me. I sat up on my elbows to watch him better. He smiled and leaned down and kissed my belly, then he kissed my lips down 'there' and slid his tongue where his finger had been.
Oh how good that felt!
I was becoming warm and flushed, something very strong and aching was taking me over from the inside out...

I watched him position himself between my legs and touch me with the big head of his erection. I was very moist and after a few tries which had me shivering, I felt him between my lips, pressing into me. I looked at him in alarm as I began to feel myself stretching open with his thickness. His eyes were closed, his naked chest glimmered with sweat and his arms were braced and straining outside of my own. I was pinned and couldn't move.
I could feel his 'thing' filling me, pushing deeper and deeper. My legs came together in a reflex to stop him, I strained against his entry...but it only made things more acutely... stimulating.
He thrust all the harder and I felt a painful twinge and tug as he pressed against my unbroken hymen.

"Wait...I gasped, digging my fingernails into his hips...
"Wait I..."
But he didn't.
My words were a trigger for him and he thrust himself forward savagely.
The pain hit like a burning razor as I felt him breakthrough and plunge into me until his balls were pressing against my backside.
I gasped, maybe I screamed, I certainly did not feel the pleasure I'd been told to expect.

John was oblivious to my distress and was driving into me hard and fast, burying his shaft to the hilt again and again inside my aching pussy.
He began to moan deep in his throat and the intense pain throbbed down into a duller discomfort as he settled into a slower rhythym of deep steady thrusts,
I felt totally stuffed full of him when his motions shuddered into spasms and I felt my self being filled with hot jets of his cum. He collapsed on me and all I wanted to do was get out and run away.
I remember little pleasure from that first time but much pain and blood. John was the first but you have to begin somewhere.



Sorry for the length, am I disqualified?

 

[Honey_B]

Gentlemen, please do not forget to PM me your real identities.

 

[Guest]

When I was a senior in high school my favorite teacher was Mr. Greene. He was only a couple years out of college, with dark brown hair and almost soap opera good looks, like an actor you know, and he liked to wear tight jeans. So this was the only class where I sat up near the front, watching his every move, trying to catch his attention.

My chance came one day when he passed out a pop quiz. While everyone was busy trying to do the quiz, he occasionally glanced up, looking around for cheaters or talkers.

Since my seat was in front of his desk, I readied myself by hiking my little plaid skirt up as high as I could without anyone else seeing, and stared at him. When he felt me looking at him, I uncrossed my legs and crossed them again, giving him a good look at my little white cotton panties. He saw all right, though he pretended not to. He just lowered his eyes to his book again, but his face colored a little.

I didn't expect much to come of it, especially since a lot of the girls flirted with him, sometimes much more boldly. But as far as all the gossip went, he had resisted the many opportunities for extracurricular sex thrown his way. So I was surprised when the bell rang and he told me: "I'd like to talk to you after class, please." I couldn't think of anything to say and was scared.

When the rest of the class had shuffled out, I was left alone with him. He grabbed the test off of my desk, and flung it onto the stack behind him on. "What kind of game are you playing!?" he demanded. I did not meet his gaze, but kept my eyes low.

"Answer me!" he thundered, lifting my chin up with his one hand. I looked at him, wild-eyed and afraid, and shook away his hand. "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to shout." He got down to his knees beside my desk, till he was looking up into my eyes, and I could not ignore his gaze. He looked so sad, though his eyes burned brightly. "What do you want?" he whispered.

I smiled feebly. "I love you Mr. Greene," I whispered, pushing my face towards his.

He blushed immediately. "No, it cannot be..." For answer I slid out of my seat, onto my knees, face to face with him. I put my hands around his waist, but he took them away and placed them back on my thighs.

I looked into his eyes, slowly licked my lips, fingers toying with his. "Don't you want me?"

"Yes!" he breathed, "I mean, any man would, but it's wrong."

"Why?" I pouted, placing his hands on my bare thighs, my knees outflanking his on the floor, and I leaned in to him.

"It's wrong," he would only say, "wrong," as I led his fingers up my thighs and onto my panties.

"Touch me, touch me," I whispered, putting his fingers in my panties, teasing him, rubbing my thighs upon his knees, till at last he could take no more.

Suddenly he growled like a wild beast, and tore my panties off so quickly they were ripped, and began to eat me furiously, more furiously than I could have imagined.

His firm hands pried my thighs wide, as his tongue and mouth and teeth worked my pussy over. As I nearly boiled over he pulled my buttocks all the way up his knees, his hands on my breasts, as he continued caressing and eating me.

And then did he strip off his jeans and underpants, and I saw his great, throbbing penis. Lying on my back I wrapped my legs around him, as he drove it into me at once, and began to fuck me furiously.

This time I could not help but cry out, for he was so large and furious and fine, though he clamped my mouth with one of his hands. We rocked furiously till I came again, and then he came, and at last we lay silently, naked and sticky on the cold floor.

Needless to say I got an A in that class, even though we never mentioned what had happened ever again. But you know what? I really did love him, in a silly kind of way. I never blackmailed him, never threatened him, even though he would have lost his job, if our affair was known.

But I liked him, he was a strong, beautiful man.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Please excuse me if I am unable to post for a while! While the tragedy has not directly affected me I feel emotional nonetheless!!

God Bless All!

 

[Honey_B]

Well, three wonderful entries! Anybody else want a try? I'll set a deadline for Friday, 9-21-01. Good luck, guys!

 

[Brother Maynard]

Departure from The Holy Sancuary of Our Blessed Virgin

Sister Agatha tapped my shoulder, I lifted my eyes to hers questioningly, as she whispered, "Come with me my dear child. Mother Rosamond needs a word with you." With that she stood and turned and began walking. I crossed myself and followed. My mind raced, "What could this be about? Was it something special for my birthday, tomorrow? Was it my father?" oh my heart fluttered beneathe my bodice. I stepped up my pace to catch Sister Agatha as she hurried through the silent halls of The Holy Santuary of Our Blessed Virgin. I dared a quick glance through the stained glass at the snow falling in the courtyard, pure and white on the grey stones.

Reaching the door to Mother Rosamond's cell, Sister Agatha paused, and I nearly bumped into her, before she drew her breath and knocked. "Enter," the crackling voice of the old woman who ran the convent boomed form within the chamber, sent a familiar chill down my spine. I feared the old crone almost as much as I was curious as to why I was summoned. Sister Agatha pulled the heavy oaken door open with a loud and ominous creak.

Stepping through the portal after Sister Agatha, with eyes down cast I curtsied in the direction of Mother Rosamond's desk, not wishing to look her in the face. I felt the warmth of her hearth against my cheek as she began to croak from the depths of her austere and large oak chair. How one small ancient woman could frighten me so I never knew. "Lady Christina," the croan cakled, addressing me. "This is Sir Miles De Flouchart, he has a letter here for your retrieval and consent from your late father to marry." My eyes shot up, I was stunned! Had I heard in error? The words echoed in my mind, I never heard the other chair slide back. I did see the man. He stood before me and looked down. He had green eyes, and balding, scragly, brown hair taht was streaked with grey. He had a wrinkled face, partially concealed by his greying beard. His flesh was also scarred from pox and campaigns. He wore a fine, yet soiled surcoat bearing the cross of a crusader. Beneathe that he still wore his mail, dirt caked and rust streaked. His breath exited from behind a wall of yellowing teeth in a noxious cloud.

Then he spoke, "Ah, my child, the fair Christina, at last. I would have you know that I held your father's hand as he died in Antioch of a fever conjured up by the heathen Sarecens. I brought him the head of the evil magician, but to no avail. So he entrusted your safety to me, with this letter." Sir Miles produced a piece of worn parchmet from the depths of his surcoat. I ahd been forbidden to learn the art of letters so I stared at the strange markings upon the page in disbelief, still in awe of the moment. My father dead, I am to wed this..?

"Christiana," Mother Rosamund croaked, "We have sent for Father Maynard, he will arrive this evening and the happy ceremony will commence. Sir Miles is so smitten with you, that he has demanded an immiediate joinging." I felt the color run from my face, what did this all mean? Mother Rosamond droned on after a short coarse cough, "Your posessions have already been gathered up by Sir Miles' lackeys. For this special night we shall allow you to share the father's quarters. Go with Sister Agatha, she will," she paused, "prepare you." She added with an ominous note that sent a shivver up my spine. I looked up in time to see her dismiss me with a wave of her gnarled paw. I was too stunned to react. Sister Agatha, helped me to my feet and I curtsied to both Mother Rosamond and Sir Miles and followed Sister Agatha out.

The next few hours went by in a dazed blur. I was wisked off and bathed by the sisters, my hair perfumed, my face powdered. I was given a dress of dark green, almost black. My father had left it here when I was entered at age six. When the sisters tighed the back I thought my lungs would burst, it was far to short as well. But this is the wedding dress I was left to be married in. I had never even seen my trouseau before, and even now everything else had been carried away by Sir Miles' henchmen.

My head was awash, how I had dreamed of this day. My father walking me to the altar, a beautiful gown, a handsome young knight waiting to take my hand. I fought the tears from my face and pushed the familiar image from my mind. This is the man to whom my father had, on his deathbed betrothed me to for my own protection. It was my duty. My family's honor must be upheld. It was my duty to join with this man and produce childeren for his line. How was I to do that? I had never seen a man. How does one produce strong sons? Sister Agatha proved singuarly unhelpful in this. Yet, something was stirring in my core, somewhere deep within me. I could not fully comprehend this either, such information was forbidden to young women at the Holy Santuary of Our Blessed Virgin. Several of us had been severly punished for investigating these things about ourselves. We had been told that it was the Evil One stirring within us as he had with Eve.

Just as my mind was coming to grips with the past few hours, I found myself in another strangeness. I was hearing the echoing of the latin words cascading form the mouth of Father Maynard. I answered with a prompt. The Latin continued for a moment, then I was shocked. My waist was siezed. I was spun and bristling wrinkled lips crusheddown upon my own. I threw my hands up in attempt to ward off the attack. Just then the cheers echoed through the great hall, as the caucophony rang out a tongue slid into my outh adn twirled around. I shook with fear, but only momentarily, then I felt those strange stirrings, like a low heat tingling deep within myself.

With that we were escorted out of the hall and into the snow of the courtyard. Sir Miles led me hastily to a plain coach. Soon we were swaying together under thick furs. Sir Miles offered me some wine. I refused, fear had regripped me. He then put his arm around my slender shoulders and bent to kiss me again. I accepted. My interest in the strange stirring was higher than my fear. His tongue expored mine with obvious exursion. He must have found me well suited. He then gripped a breast and neaded it. I moaned as a quivver ripped through me.

Suddenly he withdrew his hand and his tongue. I felt frightened now that I had insulted him. I raised up to offer my appologies, but was cut short as Sir Miles stood before me and bared his manflesh from beneathe his tunic, not bothering to remove his clothing, just adjust it. It was so large and portruded straight out at an angle. A viper head shaped end poked its way out from a fold of grimy skin. I stared, not knowing what this meant, and overcome with a curiosity like never before. Then my fear returned.

Sir Miles reached out with both hands and tore my dress from my chest. My globes of flesh spilled violently out into the cold air of the coach, my nipples hardened quickly and painfully in the biting cold. Then he lunged at me. I sank back into the coach and raised my hands and feet to ward him off, to no avail. There was nowhere for me to go. I was ashamed and terror stricken, bared before this man. In an instant he was inside my thighs with his body, I felt a push and a bump at my burningness. Then I felt something immpossibly largeactually enter me. "OH!" I moaned as it felt so wonderful. Then the breath escaped me in a cry of pain as I felt as if I had been stabbed by a dagger. I kicked with both legs that only served to drive the pain in further to my nethers. Could I survive?!? Then Sir Miles began a fast paced rocking and I felt that thick invader of my flesh sliding in and out of me with painful strokes.

How long this went on I had no idea. Then suddenly I felt a hot liquid wash into me, like water into a basin out of a pitcher. I heard Sir Miles groan. As I gasped he lifted himself from me and adjusted his tunic before sitting back on the seat next to me. He turned to me smiling, "Christiana, you will make me fine wife." I felt a thick wetness spilling out of myself, looking down I saw a thick white pudding splattered with droplets of blood. A cascade of tears fell from my eyes.

 

[Honey_B]

Notice

The deadline of this contest has been extended to Monday, September 24, 2001 per a request by a very charming gentleman.

 

[Kind_Rebel]

Bedroom Tales...

I hope you don't mind, I took a different approach...



She gasped out as his hand massaged her breast. It sent a small shiver down her spine. She was laying there, on his bed, her body entirely naked. She had made out with him before, even on his bed once, but never naked. No one had ever seen her naked before, apart from her parents. She gasped again when his hand moved to the other one. Her desires took over as she arched her back to meet his touch. In the back of her mind she was still doubtful. Did she really want to do this? She had heard the horror stories of people losing their virginity, but the thoughts that fill her now weren't of pain. They were of pleasure.
And she loved him. She really did. The past three months had been nothing but wonderful. She had shared with him, confided in him, fallen in love with him.
She wanted to share this with him. Her body wanted it, even if her mind didn't fully.
He moved down her body, like a snake slithering through the grass. It was silent, seductive, and made her wild. His kisses moved down her body, slowly making their way down her body. Instinctively she spread her legs, anticipating his touch. His hot breath blowing against her lips. She sighed in delight, spreading her legs even further. She felt his tongue caress her. Her eyes closed as she let out a low groan, feeling him touch her. He was
licking her slit, his tongue moving from the bottom all the way up to her clit, which made her entire body shudder as he touched it. Juices inside her began to flow, anticipating what was to come. Her heartbeat became irratic, as his tongue slowly inserted itself into her. She could feel her own body pressing tightly against the wiggling invader. It felt good though, sliding itself through her walls, moving inside of her. She let out another groan, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as her body did something it had never done before. She was fully aroused.
He kept teasing her clit, rubbing it, massaging it, playing with it. Waves of pleasure swept over her each time she did, and each time it kept getting more erotic and more exciting. His tongue only heightened the experience for her, feeling it in her. She wanted it deeper, she wanted him deeper.
Doubts still lingered in her mind, especially of the pain, but they didn't feel as important anymore. Passion flooded any doubt from her, making her a willing slave to the pleasure she was now in.
Then, it happened. It came slow, very slow, like a rumbling train down the tracks. As soon as it was there though, it happened very quickly, exciting every part of her body. She could
feel the orgasm beginning. Her thighs instinctively tightened around his head, making sure he didn't move. Her toes curled, her grips on the sheets tightened. She arched her back, feeling it come. She moaned and groaned, as the muscles inside her contracted over his tongue, then released, and contracted again. Her vision blurred as she ground her hips into his awaiting face, her juices already running down it.
After what seemed like an eternity, she began to release everything. Her entire body relaxed, the orgasm still clear in her mind. Her muscles relaxed, the feeling of pleasure still in her mind, like a fuzzy dream that just wouldn't go away.
He positioned himself on top of her. His eyes of a lustful acceptance. Fear struck her heart again. She still wasn't sure. Doubt now coming back into her mind. She still wanted him to do it, but she was scared. She was very scared. Half nodding, she let him continue.
His organ touched her lips. She was surprised at how warm it felt against her. It was wide, almost twice as wide as his tongue. She felt herself beginning to stretch as he cautiously moved into her. Surprisingly it did feel good, there wasn't much pain, more like a dull ache that was neither pain nor pleasure. She did desire it.
Then he bumped up against it. The tip rubbed it, not quite tearing it. Her entire body tensed up, jolts of pain splashed through her. She winced, closing her eyes tightly. He stopped, seeing her in pain. She didn't want him to stop though. It was better to just get this over with. She nodded at him again.
He pressed in further, and she felt herself tearing inside. The pain was great, like a horrendous release. He stopped again. She couldn't see it though, her eyes were tightly shut, trying to control herself. A tear streaked down her cheek. The pain raged on, throbbing as if it had it's own heart.
Eventually though, it did subside. She felt his hand cover her own. When she could finally open her eyes, he was there, still looking at her with great concern. He did love her so, she knew it now.
As the pain began to decrease, she nodded a final time. He entered the rest of the way, very slowly. There was no more new pain, but the old one flared up each time he moved. When he was finally inside her, he stopped for a little bit. Then he began to go at a slow steady rhythm. The pain continued to grow, each time he passed that one spot inside of her. It was bearable, but she still winced each time he did it. She felt no pleasure from this, she thought maybe something would help conceal the pain. An aching feeling of wanting sex, her own body reacting to a man inside her, making her want it even more.
She didn't want it though, she simply wanted it out of her.
He began to pick up speed, making her wince even more. After a few thrusts, she put her hands on his stomache, her lips were near his ear.
"Please stop."
He did, looking at her. She shook her head, no. He gave her a kiss, slowly moving out of her. A soft popping sound came as he finally exited her. It was a great relief passing over her. She looked down, seeing juice mixed with blood slowly oozing out of her. Closing her legs, she walked into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet. She made herself go to the bathroom to get it out of her quicker. A dull ache began, as she walked back to him. He was already getting dressed.
"I'm sorry," he said, putting a shirt on. She grabbed her own clothes, stopping to give him a kiss.
"You did nothing wrong, it just hurt too much. We'll try again in a couple of days, ok?"
A warm smile entered his lips as he kissed her, this time more deeply.
"Practice does make perfect..."

 

[Ldy Tehari]

*sighing softly, stepping in.. smiling to Honey B, Basia, and SexyChele*
Nice seeing you
*fanning myself after seeing Kind Rebel's entry* Ooooo I like that

 

[Honey_B]

My dear Tehari, welcome to the organization phase of the commune. Judgement phase begins after Monday. Hope you will be joining us at the commune after that.

 

[ariosto]

Extension

OOC....Dear Honey,

May I propose another extension of the contest through Wednesday at least.
I have enjoyed and I'm sure the femmes have too, the latest submissions but some of your entrants early on at least tried to stay in the ball park of the 300 words or less rule.
Without such a handicap ones eloquence can have a much freer play.

Thanks,
Ari

 

[Guest]

Saturday night at the movies

Panties around my ankles a hand between my legs, the cold of the back seat against my bare flesh, he intertwines with mine, his hands hot spots of warmth against my body. My head propped up against the seat and the gap between the door. Feel the weight of his body growing heavier on me, smell the cheap perfume and the dregs of his last beer.
Another threshold crossed but not really how I had envisaged or dreamt of this love scene. Too scared to move in case I spoil it, a mounting sensation to scream. Emotions racing through my mind of what this all might mean.
Rose tinged words spellbound me further from my childish dreams, towards an evening at this Lovers point; my lover's cadillac, back seat in which he will anoint.
Stirring of two bodies, his hips bang in to mine the button fly of his jeans impressing onto me. His body grows heavier; his head comes closer, smell the sweat within his hair. Whispers my name into my ear, touches me more then feeling him near. I utter a soft whisper; the words barely escape.
Whilst I lie here stuck in this time, watching windows that fog over, thinking about what to say when he’s crying bent over.
Tell him that I love him and it doesn’t mean a thing. He drank too much; he rushed it such another night he won’t be so rough. I reach for a cigarette from within my clutch, set light to another stupid dream.

 

[Honey_B]

To the mystery man of the unregistered name - send me a message letting me know who you are.

Yes, all right. I am a pushover...

Contest Extended to Wednesday, September 26, 2001.

 

[Ldy Tehari]

*smiling to Honey B*
I hope to be able to hang around after we get a guru...
I've got an idea of Ashlie spinning around.. a young 19 year old who dropped out of school to be with her boyfriend, who got busted and then split and after woodstock when there was no more roadtrips found herself at your door. *smile*

 

[firsttime]

There is a Firsttime for everything

Here goes nothing.

Oh is it warm out. The sun is shining down and there is a gentle breeze caressing our skin. We are just lying there, spent. Our bodies exhausted with our efforts to give each other pleasure. Our muscles are quivering with the remembered ecstasy that we have just shared. We are in a state camping grounds with no one else around. Our nude bodies intertwined on a blanket laid onto the grass. I stoke your arm as you sleep against me. I close my eyes and I replay our activities. They actually started much earlier than I at first thought. It happned just like this.
You pick me up in the morning from my parent’s house. It is a warm July morning and your car is loaded up for a weekend camping trip. Just the two of us. I remember the day that you asked me to go with you and your eyes danced like candle flames. I walk out of my house wearing a one-piece suit with cut off shorts on. My glasses are resting on the top of my head. I get into your car and you lean over and kiss me full on the lips. Our lips gently push on each other and you part my mouth sliding your tongue in tentatively. Your hand reaches up to cup my chin as you start to flick your tongue along my inner cheek. I break the kiss slowly by keeping your lower lip caught in between mine. You pull away frommy house and our weekend alone starts.
After about ten minutes on the highway I lean my chair all the way back to lie down. Your hand touches my knee and caresses me along my thigh. I sigh as this warmth builds inside of me. I know the warmth is one of arousal but I try not to get too excited. I am keeping a secret that I have never actually reached orgasm and am disappointed by all the men that have tried. Well, maybe this weekend will be different...
Your hand continues to stoke my legs and hips. Your index finger traces the outline of my swimsuit underneath one of the frayed pants legs on my shorts. I notice that goose bumps rise up on my legs as you do this. The only strange thing is though is that my pelvic area is radiating heat.
I can feel your hand playing along the suit covering my womanhood from the world. How close your finger is to it I think. How quickly it could slide in. We have only been together for a few weeks and we have never done anything like this yet. I realize how excited I actually am. I have never been so aroused by a finger just gliding along on my thigh. Well maybe this weekend will be different...
We get to the camp and I notice that you have already been there and have it set up. The fire is ready to be lit and the tent is already pitched. On a table next to the tent is a glass vase with freshly picked flowers from a nearby meadow. Daffodils, tulips, and marigolds all grouped together to form a rainbow of colors. Their simplicity is a beauty that I have never seen. As I walk over to smell them I feel you come up behind me and wrap your arms around me. I can feel the warmth and strength of your arms and chest. Your arms are so strong and it makes me feel so relaxed and loved. I relax into your hold as you begin to kiss my neck. I lean back and you whisper into my ear that no flower could ever compare to my beauty.
I twist around in your arms and as we come face-to-face our lips meet and a fire blazes up between us. Our lips begin to hold each other closer than our arms possibly could. I can feel the warmth that started in my body this morning grow to an ache that I have never felt before. I can feel my swimsuit pull tight against the flush of my womanhood as more blood travels to the door of my pleasure. The trip in, the flowers, the togetherness, and summer day itself are all giving me a feeling that I have never felt before. I hope that you brought the key to my door. Well maybe this weekend will be different…
As our kiss continues, I feel your breath pick up as you slide your hand from my waist to the back of my neck. Your other hand travels down to the small of my back and to the top of my firm ass. Your fingers are tracing designs, making my skin tingly. You can feel me melting into your arms. I begin to kiss your neck and chin as I start a slow decent from your mouth. You hold on tight to my shoulders and back so I don’t fall to the ground. My whole body is reacting to your lips and hands. I can feel my silky essence moisten just from the thought of you kissing my stomach and chest. My nipples begin to tighten as I feel my swimsuit’s straps being tugged slowly down. Well maybe this weekend will be different...
I lower us down to the blanket that you laid out on the grass near our tent. As I am crouching down I can feel the hotness of my juices escaping from my pussy and seep onto my leg. It scorches my skin and this warmth spreads through out my whole body. You notice the flush to my skin and you begin to trace hearts on my chest and breasts with your tongue. Every time that you come up and over my nipples my whole body quakes. As you are lying next to me your hands glide around my stomach and thighs caressing my smooth skin. I can feel your fingertips brush along the sides of my tits and the top of virgin vagina. I look down the length of your body and notice that your khaki shorts are beginning to bulge more than normal. I realize that you are being aroused by my own body’s reactions to your fingers. Never in my limited experience has a guy had this much of a reaction. Well maybe this weekend will be different...
Your mouth begins to take in one of my breasts at a time. You slide my shorts off of my hips past my knees. I offer no resistance to this and can think of nothing other that the warmth that is radiating from my mound. I feel my clit harden as my pussy begins to push and strain against my swimsuit. I begin to rub up and down through your chest hair as I can feel my pleasure build. The sensations in my fingers are the feeling you get when I run my fingers though my pussy hair. Your mouth traverses the skin from my mouth to my firm and very flat stomach. You can feel my muscles ripple and flex as your lips and tongue dance over my skin. I shift to get a better position and your manhood bumps into my thigh. I can feel how hard it is already. I can feel its thickness. I wonder what your shaft and head look like. The mental image makes my breath catch in my throat and a feeling that no man has ever given me is sweeping through me. Well maybe this weekend will be different...
You slide the rest of my swimsuit down past my full hips to fall helplessly on my shins. The breeze that has been blowing across me gives me shivers as it runs its airy fingers through my pubic hair. Your hot breath on my thighs makes me quiver as you begin to move down farther than you have ever had me. Your breath makes my thighs ache for a more substantial touch. Your hands and fingers begin their slow play along my thighs and the outside of my vagina. My state of arousal is unanticipated and unknown in my life. Not even my own administrations have ever gotten me to this level of excitement.
With my lips exposed my virgin womanhood opens like a flower in the morning. My inner lips hug my pleasure pearl. My lips pout with a glistening sheen of moisture, like dew on tulips. My juices are seeping onto my thighs, the blanket, and onto your hands. I notice that my womanhood is more tender and sensitive than ever before. Your lips pausing above my vagina I can’t help but fantasize what it would feel like to have your iron push into me and stroke me from the inside out. I am on the edge of having my first orgasm from a man. My thighs and stomach are taut from the tension building up and radiating out from my mound. Well you think, maybe this weekend will be different...
Your lips descend to my door. My lips are parted open by your lips farther than they are. Your tongue goes into my hole and begins to unlock my door. I can feel the strength and flexibility of your tongue as it snakes into me. I can feel it all over. It feels like it is touching my whole body. You always said that you would kneel in front of me but I can tell that lying down is even better. Never before have I felt anything like this. Even the other guys have never come this close. My own fingers have never been able to give me the feeling that I have right now. I can feel the pressure build up in me and travel to my clit. The pressure never bleeds off. It just keeps building up with its focal point being my pearl. Your tongue continues to probe my womanhood and it gets all the way in and touches my back wall. My hands travel to the back of your head and lace my fingers through your hair. I grab harder and tighter as the pleasure builds. I realize that even with my eyes open I cannot see straight.
The scent of the flowers still tickles my nose, but I can only focus on the pleasure of my body. After about a minute of the build up you take your tongue and quickly flick it over my exposed clit. My body explodes with waves of pleasure. Your key opens my door all of the way and it will not be closed. I release your head with one hand and pound the ground next to you with my fist. I begin to let out moans and shouts that reverberate through out the forests. I loose what little control of myself that I had previously. My legs are shaking and so are my arms. Waves and waves of pleasure come crashing down on my whole body, but nowhere stronger than in my steamy pussy. Again and again I peak only to be brought back to the top of this mountain by your mouth. My strength ebbs and flows. I no longer can open my eyes. My body trails off after two minutes. My body calms as you remove your tongue. I begin to lightly kiss your body and travel. I stop at your lips. There I stop to hold you in a passionate embrace. My body winds down after ten minutes. Well my weekend certainly was different.
Having tasted of the sweet pleasure of an orgasm, I wish to give you something of me. I quickly remove your shorts. My inexperience gives me haste. Your cock springs forth into my hands. It is hard and long already. I whisper into your ear that I want you to be my first. I lay myself down onto the blanket and I spread my thighs. The flowers' pungent aroma is no match for the scent of my womanhood. You are drawn to my wanton pose and you slide in between my thighs. Your cock is long and ready to plunge into my treasure chest. I position your head at my opening. I can feel my cunt lips spread apart by your thick head. My moistness clings to your penis. Gently, I want you to push in gently. Your head slips into my hole and stops. You are gauging my reaction to make sure that I am not in too much pain. I nod quickly letting you know that I want more of you in me. You push into me as my knees and legs wrap around your hips. I can feel your head pushing against my hymen. You are the first man to feel it. You are going to be the only man to rip it.
I look at you, my eyes begging for you to be my first. Grabbing you shoulders, I pull your hips to my hips. Your shaft and head spear me like a pole. I let out a gasp of painful delight. Your eyes widen with concern. I shake it off. The pain was so intense and so brief. I could feel my innocence slip away in a moments notice. Your length is resting deep within my recesses. I can feel it filling me. A thick rod of iron. It is so pleasurable. You begin to move and thrust. My eyes roll into the back of my head as you take me to a new playing field. My hips rush up to meet yours in our dance of lust. We are thrusting and grunting at each other. Your face is contorted in pleasure while I am loosing myself in the feelings of my cunt. I am so close to cumming. This weekend was definitely different…
Your shaft keeps pumping into me like a great oilrig. You are plunging again and again and again into my now un-virgin like cavity. My walls begin to shudder and pull on you as my limit is being reached. The tides of the ocean of pleasure are crashing down upon my body and it forces me to cry out. The echo of my voice resounds in your head and makes you begin to loose control. Your hips push down upon mine twice more. Both times as you plow my fields your seeds are released. My orgasm, coinciding with your orgasm, makes it exponentially better. Your cum seeps into my pussy as my juices make your dick even slicker. Our bodies are shaking with ecstacy and exhaustion. You collapse on top of me with your shaft still buried in its target. We fall asleep after a few gentle kisses. My arms around you we are happy.

Ahh sweet memory. I open my eyes and look into yours. You have a content smile on your face and a warm glow about you. You never knew and never will that you have given me my first orgasm. You will always know that you were my first true lover and will always be perfect for me. The only thing I do now is that the weekend has only started and there is plenty more time for the two of us.

 

[Honey_B]

I'll let that one slide since I didn't have a chance to post a notice that this contest is now closed.

Girls, I'd like to have the voting done by Friday, September 28, 2001. That's midnight tomorrow, PST. Post your vote for the winner on this thread. For the 2 unregistered entries, please specify by date if that is your choice.

Great job, guys. It's going to be a hard choice for our judges.

 

[Honey_B]

And the winner is...

Firsttime!!!

Followed by Kind Rebel in second...

And Mystery Author in third.

Congratulations, guys!

Thank you for everyone's participation in the contest. I had a ball reading the entries. Thank goodness, I didn't have to judge!