My Girlfriend Samantha

Fbailey story number 225


My Girlfriend Samantha


When I became sixteen years old I fell in love with the girl down the street. Samantha was then fifteen years old and the cutest girl that I knew. She was really pretty, very soft spoken, and I could easily talk to her about anything. She never made me feel uneasy like the other girls did. Her body had developed very nicely too. There were girls in our class with bigger tits and some with smaller tits too but Samantha was different. She didn’t exactly hide her tits or flaunt them either they were just there and they were very nice too. She wore clothes like the rest of the girls did but occasionally her jeans would be a little bit tighter or her blouse would have an extra button undone. She wore her hair down straight and it hung just past her bra in the back. She had bangs that allowed her hair to frame her face nicely. Sometimes she wore it in a ponytail. Samantha had dark brown hair and light blue eyes. I just loved her eyes.

We were in the ninth grade together or freshmen as the high school teachers called us. The upperclassmen referred to us as underclassmen or low-lifes. Samantha and I had three classes together as well as our homeroom. Every day we started out sitting next to one another for attendance and announcements. We had Mathematics, English, and Social Studies together. Other than that I had simpler courses like wood shop and automotive technology and she had harder courses like French and Biology. In homeroom we were arranged alphabetically and that was the only reason that we were in seats next to each other. In our other classes the smarter girls sat up front while the dumber boys sat in the back. The hope was that the teacher wouldn’t call on us to answer any questions. I made sure that my position always allowed me a slightly sideways view of Samantha. I like it just one row over and one seat back. I could almost always see the side of her face and one of her breasts. Sometimes if she was wearing a short sleeve blouse I could look down her armhole and see part of her bra. I could usually see part of her ass and if I were very lucky a hint of her panties as she got up.

For the first two weeks of the school year I could just barely say hello to her because she had really matured over the summer. She took care of my shyness one day when she asked me to walk her home. She had to take home some extra stuff for a project that she was working on and needed me to help carry it to her house. She knew that I just lived a block away, after all we had lived on the same street all of our lives and had gone through grade school and junior high school together too. We used to play together when we were younger but then I started to just hang out with the boys. Now at sixteen, girls seemed to interest me more…especially Samantha.

On our walk home Samantha kept asking me personal questions and she did not want one-word answers either. That was when I first started talking to her. By the time we got to her house she knew almost everything about me but I knew very little about her. That was the way she wanted it to be.

On our walk home the next afternoon I learned some things about her. Her parents were older than my parents were and she had two brothers that were already out of college and about to get married. One of her brothers was twenty-four years old and the other one was twenty-six years old.

We started walking to and from school together every day. She talked me into learning how to dance and then we went to a Friday night school dance together. I got a kiss when we got back to her house. We officially became a couple and went to the movies or to a football game at school together.

My first report card was not so good. It was just the first ten weeks but things were definitely going to get worse from then on. My parents were not very happy about my grades either so Samantha suggested that she help me study after school each night. She was a very good teacher. She did not do my homework for me, but she told me how to figure it out for myself. If I did well I got a kiss. If I did very well and everything on my next report card improved she promised me sex. At the end of every week if she felt I deserved a special treat she would let me reach up under her blouse or down into her pants. I made sure to get my rewards each week. I loved feeling her tits, her nipples, and especially her pussy.

My next report card was much better than the last one had been. I went from a D student to a C+ student. I knew that I was going to get sex.

Samantha said that she wanted to do it in her own bed. However we needed a long talk first. Oh no the dreaded talk…no…not that talk.

So that Friday instead of going somewhere we just walked to the park to talk. Samantha wanted to know if I was a virgin and I told her that I was. She told me that she was NOT a virgin and then she asked me if that mattered. I told her that it didn’t matter at all. She then asked me if I wanted to know who had been her first lover, how she had lost her virginity, and how many boys that she had been with sexually. I told her that I only wanted to know if she really wanted to tell me. Well apparently she really wanted me to know.

Samantha talked about having her first period when she was eleven, getting her breasts shortly after that, and then having her older brothers feel her up. By the time she was thirteen her brothers were playing with her breasts and fingering her pussy several times every day. At that time they were twenty-two and twenty-four years old and both in college but still living at home. She never thought about telling her parents what they were doing to her because she enjoyed it most of the time. They would wrestle with her and finger her pussy, they would kiss her and cup her breasts, and they would go into her bedroom at night after she was in bed. They were the ones that insisted that she sleep naked so that she was always available for them to fondle. If their hand slid down her body her legs had better be open when they got there. If not they would poke two fingers into her pussy hard, squeeze both of her tits real hard, and then pinch her nipples as her punishment for not cooperating with them.

When Samantha turned fourteen years old they decided that she was finally old enough to fuck. They waited until a night when their parents were out. They had both seen her naked often, when she was in bed or in the bathtub. So when they asked to see her in her birthday suit she eagerly undressed for them. She even jerked them off and caught their sperm in her mouth as they shot. That was something that she had done many times in the past for them too.

They put Samantha on her bed and started to suck on her nipples and finger her pussy until they had her so excited that she just squirmed around uncontrollably. Then her oldest brother got undressed and positioned himself between her legs. Without any warning he shoved his massive cock all the way into her pussy and held onto her so that she couldn’t squirm away. She cried out and fought back but to no use. The more she fought the more they liked it. They didn’t care if she enjoyed it or not. After he cum in her the next one took his place. By then Samantha had resigned herself to her fate. She just waited for him to cum and get out of her. She curled up into a ball and started to cry but they wouldn’t let her and made her stop. She had to lay back with her legs spread wide open for them until they finally allowed her to clean up and go to sleep. They both watched her douche, take a shower, and then climb into bed. Samantha thought that it was all over but then her oldest brother fucked her one more time while the other one shoved his cock into her mouth. That time when he finished fucking her and left a slimy mess she was not allowed to clean it up. He warned her that he would be checking her pussy in the morning to make sure that she was still dirty. He threatened her and told her not to tell on him but she hadn’t told anyone in the years prior to that anyway.

I listened to Samantha talk and did not interrupt her. I had my arm around her shoulder and just pulled her closer to me. Then I asked her when it all stopped. She said that it hadn’t stopped. She said that she had woke up that very morning with their cum in her pussy as usual.

So I asked Samantha why she wanted us to make love in her bed. She thought about it and then told me that it was the only place that she had ever had sex and she thought that it was just natural. I suggested that we make love in my bed instead and she smiled. Then she started thinking out loud about spending the night and waking up with my cum in her pussy for the very first time, whether or not we could get away with it, and if my parents would find out about it.

I asked Samantha if we should just tell my mother that we were old enough and that we wanted to have sex.