The Many Loves of Marquis
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midwestyankee
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I'm seeing a distinct lack of detail in the stories, Marquis. 
You have piqued my curiosity, though.
You have piqued my curiosity, though.
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There are fewer than I would've guessed.
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1. Vanessa: The first
When I was 9 years old my mom, little sister, step-father and me moved to Kenya so my Kenyan step-father could start a business using what he learned working in America. It was a big change from Brooklyn, NY where I grew up, but a happy one in so many ways.
While we were getting situated, we stayed with my step-father's brother and his 4 daughters. I was right at the midpoint of their ages and these girls had never been so close to a boy that wasn't blood related. Doctor, and every other game you could think of that kids use to explore their budding sexualities were played constantly. I was like chum in a pool of sharks. The oldest one was the most sexually mature, and games with her were always a little more intense. Even so, nothing much ever really happened beyond touching, petting and looking - of which I was always quite the willing participant.
When I was 14 my family moved back to the United States and I started high school. I was a late developing boy and it wasn't until well into my freshman year that my voice broke. I had always been kind of feminine as a child, bad at sports and picked on a lot. My mother often worried that I'd turn out to be gay, and was constantly encouraging me to seek women. My step-uncle's family had since moved to England and my mother arranged for me to go visit them, knowing that the oldest girl would be there to be her ally in turning me away from the boy-boy games. She bought me a plane ticket, a pack of condoms and (age info redacted), I was sent to Europe to become a man.
Everything went like clockwork. There were none of the challenges that teen coming of age movies are made of. Our first chance being alone, I asked the oldest girl if she had ever kissed. We made out for a while, and I asked her if she'd ever had sex. She said no. I asked her if she was interested and she said yes. We went upstairs to her bedroom and undressed. I sucked her tits and groped her ass. I fingered her pussy a little, then put a condom on and put it in. It was the first time I had ever been so close to a woman. My first french kiss and first intercourse were minutes apart.
I can still just barely remember her womanly scent, the softness of her flesh, the indescribable visual appeal of her curvy body. The way her vagina perfectly cushioned my penis and it was over in minutes.
We had sex several times over the course of that visit, and her behavior was a little strange. She was extremely paranoid about anyone else knowing, and based on conversations with her sister closest to her own age, and other men, it seems impossibly unlikely that the girl I lost my virginity to was a virgin herself. While I'm not mad that I lost my virginity young, or how it happened, my feelings about her and the way it went down have changed. Still, it was the beginning of an odyssey of sexual experiences that continues to this day.
When I was 9 years old my mom, little sister, step-father and me moved to Kenya so my Kenyan step-father could start a business using what he learned working in America. It was a big change from Brooklyn, NY where I grew up, but a happy one in so many ways.
While we were getting situated, we stayed with my step-father's brother and his 4 daughters. I was right at the midpoint of their ages and these girls had never been so close to a boy that wasn't blood related. Doctor, and every other game you could think of that kids use to explore their budding sexualities were played constantly. I was like chum in a pool of sharks. The oldest one was the most sexually mature, and games with her were always a little more intense. Even so, nothing much ever really happened beyond touching, petting and looking - of which I was always quite the willing participant.
When I was 14 my family moved back to the United States and I started high school. I was a late developing boy and it wasn't until well into my freshman year that my voice broke. I had always been kind of feminine as a child, bad at sports and picked on a lot. My mother often worried that I'd turn out to be gay, and was constantly encouraging me to seek women. My step-uncle's family had since moved to England and my mother arranged for me to go visit them, knowing that the oldest girl would be there to be her ally in turning me away from the boy-boy games. She bought me a plane ticket, a pack of condoms and (age info redacted), I was sent to Europe to become a man.
Everything went like clockwork. There were none of the challenges that teen coming of age movies are made of. Our first chance being alone, I asked the oldest girl if she had ever kissed. We made out for a while, and I asked her if she'd ever had sex. She said no. I asked her if she was interested and she said yes. We went upstairs to her bedroom and undressed. I sucked her tits and groped her ass. I fingered her pussy a little, then put a condom on and put it in. It was the first time I had ever been so close to a woman. My first french kiss and first intercourse were minutes apart.
I can still just barely remember her womanly scent, the softness of her flesh, the indescribable visual appeal of her curvy body. The way her vagina perfectly cushioned my penis and it was over in minutes.
We had sex several times over the course of that visit, and her behavior was a little strange. She was extremely paranoid about anyone else knowing, and based on conversations with her sister closest to her own age, and other men, it seems impossibly unlikely that the girl I lost my virginity to was a virgin herself. While I'm not mad that I lost my virginity young, or how it happened, my feelings about her and the way it went down have changed. Still, it was the beginning of an odyssey of sexual experiences that continues to this day.
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I'm seeing a distinct lack of detail in the stories, Marquis.
You have piqued my curiosity, though.
It's an ongoing project.
Really? Feels like a lot to me.
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Based on the first chapter, this is a project I'm going to enjoy following.
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2. Mary: The best friend
After the experience in England I was in a tough spot. I had lost my virginity and was ready for more sex, but more sex was definitely not making itself available. I went to a large public high school with strict divisions between the social groups. The nerdy A students I was hanging out with were not fucking. The jocks were, but I had no chance with any of their girls. The druggies were also fucking, but I was too focused on school to ingratiate myself with that crowd sufficient to having access to their women.
I had only one option. The one person my own age who I had known throughout my entire life was my father's best friend's daughter, Mary. Mary and I had always crushed on each other. We wrote to each other when I lived in Kenya and seeing her was always a priority when I came to the US for visits. We had always shared secrets and been close. She lost her virginity much earlier than me, when she was 13, and had told me about it. I was years away from puberty and the jealousy was maddening. I started being mean to her, really mean to her from that day forth. I had always thought we would lose our virginities to each other and it felt like she had cheated one me, in what I can only assume is a classic scenario wrought by the differential in male/female maturity rates.
After my first experience, I gained a lot of confidence. I was much more aggressive with her whenever we were together and it felt like as much as she tried to give me a chance, I was still quite below the level of confidence I needed to make the experience of sex comfortable with her. I can remember what seemed like an endless make-out session where she finally placed my hand on her breast herself, then seemed utterly disappointed when I froze up. What I needed from her was a flat-out verbal agreement to be penetrated by me, the process of natural seduction was still too much for me at this point.
But such a statement was not easily gained. There was much arguing and pressuring. Finally, she acquiesced. I was 16 now and a full year had taken place since my last sexual experience. She came to Florida, where I was now living, to visit some family and some friends of mine and I took her for a ride. They stopped at a golf course which she said would be a comfortable location for her and we got out, walked somewhere with some privacy and started going at it. Looking back, it's so obvious to see how much more advanced she was, and how it must've felt like she was babying me. It was beautiful on the golf course and would've been a great place to fuck Mary for the first time. But it wasn't meant to be.
After a few minutes of incredibly awkward and desperate touching/petting, she said, "I'm just not feeling this, ok? I mean, are you?" I didn't know what to say. I said we could go back to the car. It was a long walk, and a long and awkward drive back to where she was staying before my friends would barrage me with questions and I had to admit I had not, in fact, gotten lucky.
On her last day of vacation, she called me and asked if she could come over. I told her I was a little disappointed in how the last time we hung out had ended and she promised to make it up to me, with a voice of strange determination. I invited her over and started making calls to see where I could go with some privacy. One of my friends was home alone and offered his brother's bedroom.
We showed up, went upstairs and went right to it. She looked at my strangely the whole time, but I loved every part of it. My first girl had been biracial, like me, but Mary was white and I think that may have held a special fascination for me. I loved her pussy smell, and I loved seeing her open her legs for me, like I had finally won a battle in this lifelong war of gender supremacy we had always fought. At one point she asked me, "is this weird to you?" I said, "this is fine," and asked her if she would get in position for doggy style. She was completely complicit and I loved it.
I didn't question why she had suddenly changed her mind, and it wasn't the last time she and I would fuck through the years, but in retrospect I feel that at the time it was pretty much a mercy fuck. She didn't want me to feel humiliated by rejection and she didn't want to lose her friendship. The fact that those kinds of feelings could get me sex, sex that in some ways I preferred to the sex of a girl who really wanted to fuck me... was a theme that would come up again and again in my sex life throughout the years.
After the experience in England I was in a tough spot. I had lost my virginity and was ready for more sex, but more sex was definitely not making itself available. I went to a large public high school with strict divisions between the social groups. The nerdy A students I was hanging out with were not fucking. The jocks were, but I had no chance with any of their girls. The druggies were also fucking, but I was too focused on school to ingratiate myself with that crowd sufficient to having access to their women.
I had only one option. The one person my own age who I had known throughout my entire life was my father's best friend's daughter, Mary. Mary and I had always crushed on each other. We wrote to each other when I lived in Kenya and seeing her was always a priority when I came to the US for visits. We had always shared secrets and been close. She lost her virginity much earlier than me, when she was 13, and had told me about it. I was years away from puberty and the jealousy was maddening. I started being mean to her, really mean to her from that day forth. I had always thought we would lose our virginities to each other and it felt like she had cheated one me, in what I can only assume is a classic scenario wrought by the differential in male/female maturity rates.
After my first experience, I gained a lot of confidence. I was much more aggressive with her whenever we were together and it felt like as much as she tried to give me a chance, I was still quite below the level of confidence I needed to make the experience of sex comfortable with her. I can remember what seemed like an endless make-out session where she finally placed my hand on her breast herself, then seemed utterly disappointed when I froze up. What I needed from her was a flat-out verbal agreement to be penetrated by me, the process of natural seduction was still too much for me at this point.
But such a statement was not easily gained. There was much arguing and pressuring. Finally, she acquiesced. I was 16 now and a full year had taken place since my last sexual experience. She came to Florida, where I was now living, to visit some family and some friends of mine and I took her for a ride. They stopped at a golf course which she said would be a comfortable location for her and we got out, walked somewhere with some privacy and started going at it. Looking back, it's so obvious to see how much more advanced she was, and how it must've felt like she was babying me. It was beautiful on the golf course and would've been a great place to fuck Mary for the first time. But it wasn't meant to be.
After a few minutes of incredibly awkward and desperate touching/petting, she said, "I'm just not feeling this, ok? I mean, are you?" I didn't know what to say. I said we could go back to the car. It was a long walk, and a long and awkward drive back to where she was staying before my friends would barrage me with questions and I had to admit I had not, in fact, gotten lucky.
On her last day of vacation, she called me and asked if she could come over. I told her I was a little disappointed in how the last time we hung out had ended and she promised to make it up to me, with a voice of strange determination. I invited her over and started making calls to see where I could go with some privacy. One of my friends was home alone and offered his brother's bedroom.
We showed up, went upstairs and went right to it. She looked at my strangely the whole time, but I loved every part of it. My first girl had been biracial, like me, but Mary was white and I think that may have held a special fascination for me. I loved her pussy smell, and I loved seeing her open her legs for me, like I had finally won a battle in this lifelong war of gender supremacy we had always fought. At one point she asked me, "is this weird to you?" I said, "this is fine," and asked her if she would get in position for doggy style. She was completely complicit and I loved it.
I didn't question why she had suddenly changed her mind, and it wasn't the last time she and I would fuck through the years, but in retrospect I feel that at the time it was pretty much a mercy fuck. She didn't want me to feel humiliated by rejection and she didn't want to lose her friendship. The fact that those kinds of feelings could get me sex, sex that in some ways I preferred to the sex of a girl who really wanted to fuck me... was a theme that would come up again and again in my sex life throughout the years.
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Too much information
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Unsubscribe now. Still 64 to go.
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I always look at it as an average: the number of people fucked divided by the number of years you've been fucking. Unless the number of people fucked is in the triple digits, it rarely looks very bad that way.
Maybe it's just my own way of rationalizing....
Anyway, carry on. This is fascinating.
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It's a good way to divide it
But mine still looks high
*Waiting on the other 64 stories*
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This seems to imply there won't be anymore than 66......
Are you taking a vow of celibacy?
Interesting topic, causing me to look back and ponder.....
Lauren.
I was (redacted), she was (redacted). I was mature for my age. We were making out late at night on the beach, Lake Michigan. It was summer, hot and muggy, we had been skinny dipping. Mouths, fingers were everywhere. Kissing, sucking, biting, wet slurping sounds..... At one point she just rolled on top of me, up on her knees. She grabbed my cock and slowly lowered herself onto me, all the while staring right into my eyes with a devilish grin and the moonlight reflecting this impishness in her eyes. It was the the most incredible feeling....
The term didn't exisit back then, but we were fuck buddies for a couple of years until she graduated and moved away.
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It's a good way to divide it
But mine still looks high
*Waiting on the other 64 stories*
Dividing it that way makes me look like a saint.
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Dividing it that way makes me look like a saint.
If saints actually looked like your av, I might have been willing to stick with religion.
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Ok so I havent been around much, but I'll be back for this thread for sure. Fascinating already Marquis
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You flatter me
Thank you.Ok so I havent been around much, but I'll be back for this thread for sure. Fascinating already Marquis
Should be a great read.
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*sits on th floor in the corner and listens*
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Done. Feel free to report posts, gets our eyes on 'em quicker.
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Huh?
We're not allowed to talk about sexual experiences we had as minors? I'm not a minor. I'm pretty sure there are stories about sexual experiences we had as minors all over this board.
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You were a moderator, and you don't know the answer to that?
The answer is no, you're not.
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I had a thread about ageplay deleted the other day. Ageplay. You know. Where grown people pretend? Laurel also threatened to ban for it because apparently discussing something that consenting adults do is against the rules, but talking about dog-fucking isn't.
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I had a thread about ageplay deleted the other day. Ageplay. You know. Where grown people pretend? Laurel also threatened to ban for it because apparently discussing something that consenting adults do is against the rules, but talking about dog-fucking isn't.
Huh, really?
Dog-fucking IS against the rules, but I'm surprised an ageplay thread got deleted. I'll have to ask her about it.
