"Jane Saunders says you have a big cock!" Blurted my sister Sally as she burst into the kitchen.
"What?" I exclaimed reeling in shock as I had never heard my sister talk of anything sexual.
"You screwed her, didn't you?"
"Who told you that?" I stalled playing for time trying to find my bearings in unknown territory. Was it really my little sister saying this?
"She did, she said you gave her the anti-virginity booster jab injection and fucked her brains out!"
Every time Sis used a word like fuck, screw or cock, it was as if she were smashing me between the eyes with a verbal spade. I stood there, speechless.
What had happened to my prudish, coy sister? The one who always made a cup of tea anytime anything slightly sexy started on the TV?
"So?" Sally urged.
"So what?"
"Do you have a big cock?"
Again I staggered to speak, what the hell was I going to say to that? Even being modest these days was like a confession of inadequacy.
"That's none of your business," I weakly defended.
"Show me your cock?"
"Hey! Enough!"
"Oh, go on, just a peek?"
"What's got into you, last week you were iron-clad pantie wearing virgin, and now you're talking like a streetwalker?"
"Its Jane, she's telling everyone about the poke you gave her in graphic detail."
Jane had surprised me. It was only a week ago she had called me around her house to have a chat. She was an attractive dark redhead, petite in build with sweet chipmunk face and flawless skin.
When I arrived, she was dressed very smartly in a light grey skirt, white blouse, white stockings and black heels. Strange dress for a casual chat, I thought.
She invited me in, and she sat opposite me on the sofa, always changing position and always giving me a delightful flash of her red panties and white stocking tops.
I didn't know if she was a tease or it was just an accident but as our conversation moved on the answer soon came to the fore.
"I'm a virgin," she announced out of the blue.
"So?"
"I'm twenty years old and still a virgin, and I hate it," she sighed.
"It's not a disease," I joked, "wait for that someone special, you don't want to do it just for the sake of it."
"I do, I'm just so horny. I'm sure its this road we live in, all girls and all virgins at our age!"
It was true; our little cul-de-sac was isolated with an abundance of bookish girls who had never been seen with a boy.
"Is my sister a virgin?" I mischievously asked.
"Of course, she is! We all are, Me, Sally, Gemma and Ann-Marie all grown up and never been nailed!"
I laughed at her honesty and mewed over the reason why so many attractive girls had kept their honour intact.
Ann-Marie was a tall willowy blonde, flat-chested and bashful; Gemma was a pocket rocket, all curves and bouncing boobs; My sister, I had never really thought about. She had all the assets, big boobs, long legs and long black hair. They all dressed sexily; heels, short skirts, plunging necklines and sexy lingerie.
Why none of them had managed to get laid was beyond me. They were all rather bookish and must have kept to themselves at university.
"Why do men always have to boast about the girls they bed?" Jane asked earnestly, "I wouldn't mind doing it but for them telling all and sundry, and that bothers me."
"Its just male bravado, they have to tell all to prove they're' a man."
"You'd never tell," observed Jane as once more she opened her legs giving me an enticing glimpse of her red panties.
"I was lucky the girl that took my virginity, got me up, got me in and even grabbed and rocked my bum back and forth to give a rhythm," I elaborated as Jane once more moved her legs giving me another pantie flash.
"All I did was give a sperm donation at the end, hardly anything to brag about." I joked as Jane came to rest with both her feet parted, and her knees pulled up under her chin.
This time I got a long look at Janes red panties as she gave me a sultry look over the top of her knees.
"Does your bra match the colour of your panties?" I asked.
Jane spread her legs slightly wider and brought her hands down to her hips, "That's for you to find out," She teased.
I slowly stripped Jane in the low light of her bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse, button by button, kissing in her ever plunging neckline.
"Oh come on," she protested, "just fuck me," she snapped in anxious desperation as she roughly pulled off her blouse. She stood up and quickly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She looked magnificent standing in her red bra and matching panties with white stockings desperate to be screwed.
She was in a hurry, and so I hurried with her. I picked her up in her sexy lingerie and laid her on the bed. I stripped off and saw her size me up with a hopeless poker face. She was frightened and was already biting her lip.
I got between her legs and pulled her panties up and off her legs. She had a neatly trimmed virgin pussy ready for my cock.
I opened her slit up, pushing my hard cock head up along it, caressing her between her pussy lips and clit as Jane tensed up. I pulled back and lowered my hardhead to her opening and slowly pushed in. Fuck, she was tight and not ready. She cried out.
"Are you okay, just take your time and stretch around me," I implored.
"No, just fuck me," she rasped.
I pushed on in, my foreskin stinging as it was fiercely pulled back in Janes tight pussy. I painfully inched in, Jane wailing out with every small move in her. "Are you okay?"
I kept asking daringly only to be reprimanded by her saying, "Just fuck me!"
Every move into her felt like I was going to rip my foreskin off, making me rasp in her dryness.
I eventually took her to the balls, both of us making squeals of pain by my arrival at the station.
She was incredibly tight, and I stayed deep in her and started to kiss her neck while she opened and moistened up.
"Come on, fuck me!" She cried.
"But you're not ready."
"You're in aren't you, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She frantically begged.
I had tried to play the gentle lover, but it wasn't what she wanted, and so I changed tack and went to give her a swift fuck.
I pulled back and slammed into her, and she cried out loud. There was no stopping me this time. She was going to get what she had asked for.
I beat away at her tight virgin gash, and she bit into my neck to ride out her pain.
She screamed into my neck with every shunt before I had to shake her off as her bite was too painful. Once her mouth was off, she screamed into my ear.
"Are you okay?" I asked foolishly.
"Yes!" She yelled. "Fuck me," she cried out loud.
Her nails scratched at my back as the tightness of her pussy quickly brought me to the brink. I accelerated down the home straight, pumping her hard and fast as I piston fucked her at speed quickly exploding into her.
As soon as I ejaculated, I slowed down to empty into her, not wanting to cause any more pain.
I stayed on top of her spent, and Jane eventually regained her composure.
"Is that it?" She sobbed, her eyes red and waterlogged.
"Yes, you've officially been fucked and are no longer a virgin." I declared sarcastically. Jane's face of pain snapped into a huge smile, and she urgently pushed my spent body off her and rolled over to reach for her phone.
She quickly dialled and had a quick answer,
"Hello, Anne-Marie, I've lost it!" She cried in celebration.
So Jane hated men telling all about their sexual conquests but didn't mind telling all of hers.
That night I lay in bed in a semi-sleep when I heard my bedroom door slowly creak open.
"Paul?" I heard her say and as I stumbled to answer with my relaxed tongue. I saw her stumble to the floor, and I was aware of the light from her phone screen.
"Paul?" She asked again in a whisper. I was suspicious and pretended to be asleep. I squinted my eyes so I could just about see what she was doing. She kept looking at me as her hands slowly lifted the duvet around my mid-drift. I could see the light from her phone move under my cover quickly followed by her head. I heard her squeal in delight as she was unaware that I never wore any pyjamas.
I sniggered inside and stayed still as I felt the little heat from her phone torch, working its way over my equipment. I thought Sis must be filming and then I heard her whisper something.
"I can't touch his cock; he'll wake up!"
It was then I heard another voice quite loud. Sis was on speakerphone. I recognised the other voice. It was Jane, and very soon I realised she wasn't alone. "Jane, you slut!" Said another voice.
They had a party-line into my sister's phone all looking at my cock.
"I'm experienced, not a slut. You're just jealous because I've had that cock inside me."
"Yeah, just the once, that doesn't make you Mata Hari!" Said a voice I recognised as Anne-Marie.
"You're just a jealous little virgin!"
"At least I haven't got cystitis."
"That was just soreness."
"Girls, girls, stop arguing you'll wake him up!" Interrupted Sis as I bit into my duvet in laughter so as not to let on.
I now knew there was another girl with Jane at the end of the phone and from what I could hear, she was also a virgin. What was in the water in our cul-de-sac? Bromide? We seemed to have the monopoly of twenty-year-old virgins.
"Take his foreskin and pull it back," I heard Jane instruct.
"Are you sure he won't wake up?" I heard Gemma hiss.
"Dead, sure," came the excited reply."
"Okay, here goes then."
Wow, Gemma was there as well. I imagined her watching with her luscious ball-sucking lips, laying on her bed in her see-through nightie showing her ample ripe ass and breasts.
I felt my sisters hands move across my loins. I did my best to keep still as I felt my sister's dainty fingers take hold of the foreskin of my penis.
I could sense these were inexperienced fingers on my cock no matter how careful she was. Her fingernails accidentally dug into my soft cock, and I winced slightly. "Paul?" I head her nervously ask as I opened my eyes. "Paul, are you awake?"
I opened my eyes and could see the light from her phone leaking through my duvet in the tent Sis had made over my genitals. I laughed and thought how much fun it would be to say, "What are you doing?" I kept in check as I wanted to see how far she would go.
"I almost woke him up then, I don't think I'll be able to get his foreskin back," whispered Sis.
"Just keep squeezing his shaft that will soon get him hard and then you'll slip his foreskin back easily," suggested the self-appointed sex professor Jane.
My sister obeyed and started squeezing my shaft. I laughed to myself as it reminded me of my first girlfriend's exploration of my penis. All squeezes and strokes to see what worked. To my surprise, the old novice trick of squeezing my cock worked.
