Uncle Ben Took My Virginity!

My family is very strictly Catholic!

That being said, I have been sexually active since I was 13, but have never had proper intercourse for fear of getting pregnant. But I have done almost everything else of a sexual nature.

I started playing sexually when my BFF Christine showed me how to grind my pussy on the arm of a sofa during a sleep-over. We called it "playing horsey".

Then I played solo by grinding on my pillow and stuffed animals at home (my favorite was a giraffe for its long neck).

Christine also taught me how to French kiss and make-out. We graduated to sucking on each other's nipples and massaging our budding breasts (we told ourselves it would help them grow).

Christine at this time also discovered porn on her brother's computer and began to show me some videos. Her brother was into lesbians, which gave Christine and I lots of ideas on how to play with each other.

Soon we started to massage each other between our legs until our panties became sopping wet. And then our fingers found each other's holes. Finally we began to lick each other's clits and ate out our pussies 69 style.

But Christine and I wanted to keep our lesbian play under wraps. Besides, we both became interested in boys at school.

We started to double-date some of the boys at our highschool who owned their own cars. Our favorite activity was to take in a drive-in movie on Friday or Saturday nights.

Of course we would have make-out sessions in our respective front or back seats, depending whoever we were paired up with. We also felt safer in each other's company, if one of the boys ever got frisky and tried to go too far.

Christine and I enjoyed our sexual experimentation with the boys, and their pathetic attempts to convince us to go all the way. We were gaining a reputation for being up for almost anything, but still being a tease when it came to losing our virginity.

With a lot of practice with each other, Christine and I became known for schooling the boys on how to make-out. Some of them were too aggressive to start, but we taught them on how to slow down and really enjoy the experience.

With slight flickering of our tongues and nibbling on their ears & neck, we taught them how to prolong the arousal of French kissing.

But the boys also wanted more. If they were well-behaved, we would let them unbutton our blouses and play with out nipples and breasts under our bras.

Some boys were smart enough to realize that they should give pleasure as well as receive it. They would try to massage us between our thighs or on our behinds or both. If they could get us aroused, then we would reward them by letting them dry hump us as long as we kept our jeans on (we would never wear skirts and risk giving them too much access).

From our own play with each other, Christine and I could tell from our moans if our arousal was genuine or if we were getting frustrated and just wanted the guy to end quickly.

One night I could tell Christine was really enjoying herself as she started to uncontrollably fumble with the guy's belt and zipper. Not wanting to be left behind, I did the same for the guy I was with.

I really did not know what I was doing, so my guy had to guide his cock out of his pants for me. I was surprised that it was not as long as guys lead girls to believe, about 3-4 inches. But it was much thicker, and I doubted that I would be able to take it in my pussy (not that I was planning to).

By now, although I couldn't see it myself from the back seat, from the noises they were making I believe that Christine was beginning to stroke her guy off as we had seen in pornos. So I followed suit. At first my guy's cock was very flaccid but I was surprised how quickly it became so rigid.

He placed his hand on mine and began to guide me to beat his meat more rigorously. Meanwhile, I could see Christine place her head in her guy's lap and from the headbobbing and slurping noises I could tell that she was giving him a blowjob.

Christine's guy came first, and when she lifted her head I could see his cum glistening on her face and dripping off her chin.

I think my guy saw this too, as he quickly came in my hand immediately after.

Although Christine and I derived no pleasure from this activity ourselves, when we got back to her place for our sleepover our own sexual play was more exciting than ever.

With the usual teenage angst-driven cheating and break-ups, Christine and I had experience with several other boys during high-school (and I even learned how to give a blowjob with Christine's guidance).

And this leads my story to my uncle Ben, who finally took my virginity. Ben had always been the black-sheep of the family, who never seemed to be interested in settling down, and would always show up to family events with a new girl-friend.

But one Christmas after I turned 16, he showed up at our family party with no girlfriend in tow. There was a lot of excited whispers among family members. At first I thought it was about his lack of a girlfriend.

But from some of the snippets that I was able to gleem from the whispering, I realized the uncle Ben had committed a cardinal sin (at least for our family). For you see, as a way to avoid an accidental pregnancy and being tied down to one woman, Ben had gotten a vasectomy.

I found this to be a strange turn-on. I had never thought of uncle Ben in a sexual way before, but now without the risk of an unwanted pregnancy, I suddenly realized that he was quite fit and could see the attraction that other women had for him. Of course I didn't dare act upon my own new found attraction to Ben.

But I couldn't resist telling Christine during our next sexual session, about Ben's new status. She had met Ben a few times herself, and had always been attracted to him and was turned on even more by his new inability to conceive children. Of course she also started to tease me about having an i****tual relationship with my uncle Ben.

But Christmas past, and Christine and I began to make plans about going out for New Year's Eve. We had reached the age and were hot enough that we could slip into a few bars with fake ids.

So Christine and I made plans to dress in our sluttiest outfits, and make the rounds of local bars to find a couple of hot guys to try to seduce.

The problem was the we began to drink too early on New Year's Eve, and by the time we hit the bars we were a little too tipsy to take proper care of ourselves.

Luckily, in more ways than one, we ran into good old uncle Ben. He could tell that we were in no condition to take care of ourselves. Being the protective relative he offered to drive us home.

But Christine formulated her own plan. She insisted that he couldn't take us directly home as we would get into too much and would be grounded for life. Ben knew how strict my parents were so this was very plausible.

Instead, Christine proposed that Ben should take us back to his place to sober us up with coffee first. At first Ben was very reluctant, but Christine can also be very persuasive.

When we got to his place, Christine and I sat on his couch while Ben made us coffee. When Ben served it, he sat as far away as possible from us on a recliner opposite.

We tried to carry on a conversation but I don't think that we were too coherent. Christine made some suggestive comments about Ben's physique (he had dressed hot for NYE), but he was too sober to fall for them. Plus I think he was too shy to take advantage of the situation in front of his niece.

So Christine turned her attention to me. Of course she knew what turns me on, and whispered what she wanted to do to me in front of Ben.

The whispering turned into ear nibbling, then neck kissing, then full-on French kissing. At some point I heard uncle Ben say: "You two should get a hotel room"!

Since we had worn skirts for NYE, Christine reached under my skirt and began to diddle me in front of uncle Ben. I had worn crotchless panties (remember we had dressed slutty) so Christine readily found my g-spot and began to massage it with two fingers, as I love.

I began to moan in ecstasy, and I guess we reached uncle Ben's breaking point. He abruptly stood up, removed his tight v-neck sweater and asked if he could join us.

Christine and I both giggled an enthusiastic "Yes". Ben came across the room and gave both Christine and I passionate kisses. He then kneeled in front of me so he could get a better view of Christine diddling my sopping wet pussy.

Then Christine informed Ben that, although we were both sexually experienced, we technically were still virgins because we had not had intercourse with a penis in us. She also told him that we knew that he had a vasectomy and he couldn't get us pregnant.

Then I pleaded in my sweetist voice possible and asked "Uncle Ben please take our virginity".

He lifted me up with one arm as I straddled him, while he led Christine by the other hand into his bedroom.

We tore the clothes off of each other and collapse naked into his bed. Christine and I pushed Ben onto his back and turned our attention to his cock, which at 7-8 inches was the largest we had ever seen.

Having seen this in pornos, we proceeded to give him a dual blowjob (something we had fantasized about but had never dared try before).

We alternated between licking the shaft, playing with his balls, and putting the head into our mouths.

Once his cock was rigid and I saw a hint of pre-cum on the head, I could wait no more. I tried to mount my pussy on his cock, but it was obvious I had never tried this before.

Uncle Ben confidently flipped me over, and guided his cock into my tight pussy. His strokes were gentle at first, but then he began to pound away at my pussy.

I came first, but soon I started to feel uncle Ben shoot his hot load into me. Then Christine did something totally unexpected, and began to lick the mixture of our cums out of my pussy.

And this is how I lost my virginity to my uncle Ben! (Sorry out of text to finish story)