Lost Virginity

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Warning: This story is raw, disturbing, and not for everyone. It is an unpleasant account of how a young woman lost her virginity and was groomed by an older man.

For me this was very therapeutic to write and a story I had to get out.

The story sets the ground work for numerous other adventures.

You have been warned.

Growing up, I was abnormally slow to develop. I was always the smallest person in my class, and often mistaken for being much younger. I wore braces and looked like a complete nerd. It didn’t help when all the girls reached puberty and I was left behind. I was teased relentlessly. I had no self-esteem, and I thought I was the ugliest girl in high school. It didn’t help that my older sister was the beautiful and popular one in the family. She would tell me how ugly I was every day. She was evil in every sense of the word.

My father was very religious, so I was raised likewise. The only friends I was allowed to have were all from the church. The church was all-consuming during my formative years. In retrospect, it was very much like a cult.

Everything started to change when I was eighteen. I started to rebel against my strict religious upbringing and stopped attending church services and functions. I also began to develop physically. My boobs started growing and my body started to develop curves. I also grew several inches taller.

The thing that I remember the most were my breasts. I was so proud and thrilled with my new boobs. The fact that my breasts were bigger than my older sisters’ was just icing on the cake.

As I began to fill out my clothes the boys started to take notice of my perky breasts, not to mention my pointy nipples in the tight thin t-shirts I normally wore. My nipples seemed to rise to attention often as my hormones were on overload at that stage in my life.

Although I was developing physically, socially I was still very immature. I had very limited knowledge about sex and had no guidance as I developed into a young lady. My mother was too wrapped up in her social life and not very nurturing towards me. There were no mother-daughter talks about boys and what to expect or what was right or wrong. There were no stories about the birds and the bees. When it came to sex, I was on my own. I was thrown out into a world of wolves to fend for myself. And yes, they hunted me down.

The summer I turned eighteen, I started my first summer job in an office. I was not only thrilled to be making money for the first time, but also to get out into the real world, away from my strict upbringing.

It wasn’t long before I made friends with Mark, an attractive guy working in a different department. He was good-looking and nice to me. He had long hair and was so cool. He quickly became my dream man. I immediately developed a big schoolgirl crush on him. I found reasons to visit him every day.

I spent hours every night picking through my wardrobe trying to piece together sexy outfits from the drab clothes my parents had purchased for me. Needless to say, Mark didn’t seem to notice my efforts.

Mark was much older and was a full-time employee. I never asked his age, but thinking back, he was probably in his mid-to-late twenties, about ten years older than me. I realized when I became older what a bad situation that was for a young innocent girl, but back then I didn’t know any better and there was nobody to guide me. He was a wolf, and I had no idea.

I so desperately wanted Mark to be my first boyfriend, but although we talked every day, he never expressed any interest in that regard.

I was a typical teen, and I would fantasize about kissing him and what it would be like to have him as a boyfriend. As much as I flirted with him, the summer was coming to an end and he never asked me out. He was clearly out of my league; after all, he had a car, which was a big deal in my book.

On the last day of work, I went and said goodbye to him. He gave me a hug and wished me the best. I was depressed that he never asked me out or even for my phone number. I thought I would never see him again. I had low self-esteem and thought I was just plain ugly, as my sister told me over and over.

My family would spend most of the day on Sundays at church. They would typically return in the late afternoon. I must have mentioned this to Mark over the course of the summer.

One Sunday morning, a few weeks after my summer job ended, I heard a knock at the front door right after my family left for church. I was in bed sleeping and ignored it at first. The knocking continued, so eventually, I put on my robe and went to see who it was. It was Mark. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Oh my god, I wasn’t even dressed. I slept in a t-shirt and panties. I had an old long robe over top, and my hair was a mess. I didn’t have time to straighten up. What if he left, or worse yet, the neighbours spotted him on my porch? I quickly opened the door and pulled him into the entranceway. I was kaçak iddaa shocked. Had my prayers been answered? What was he doing here? How did he know I was home alone? He must have been watching as my family left for church.

He told me he had been thinking about me and had missed me. He said he just had to see me again. Then he grabbed me and kissed me right in the entranceway. My first kiss, and I didn’t even see it coming! I was in shock.

I closed and locked the front door in case any of the neighbours were watching. I was mortified by my appearance and attempted to leave him to get dressed and groomed, but he didn’t care. He quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the living room couch. We began making out right there and then. I had so many questions but never got a chance to ask them.

This was the first time I had kissed a boy, and I had no idea what I was doing. On the other hand, Mark knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed me softly, holding my face in his hands. He told me how much he had longed to kiss me all summer. He was telling me all kinds of nice things. Things no one ever said to me before. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I just melted in his arms.

As we were making out on the couch, his hands began exploring my body. His hands snaked inside of my robe and began running up and down my body, slowly loosening my robe before pulling it off.

Mark was really getting into it as he pushed me down on the couch and was all over me. I never objected. How could I? This is what I had been dreaming about since I first laid eyes on him.

Mark ran his hands up and down my soft, virgin legs and then grabbed my ass. His hands slid up under my tee-shirt and caressed my breasts. This was the first time anyone had touched my breasts. Within seconds, he sat me up and pulled my shirt right off. It happened so fast that I don’t recall having the time to object, even if I had wanted to.

I was now sitting on the couch topless in only my panties. I was so embarrassed and tried to cover my boobs with my arms, but he just held me and kissed me. He told me to just relax and trust him. I was in his trance and just surrendered to him.

He began playing and exploring my breasts. He seemed to like them, and his big hands felt warm on them. He then began sucking my nipples, which seemed odd to me. I was thrilled that Mark seemed so fascinated with my boobs. He told me I had fantastic tits and that he dreamt of touching them all summer long. He had noticed my perky braless outfits at the office after all. He knew exactly what to say to me.

Mark took off his shirt and then pulled me onto the carpeted floor. He reached down and, in an instant, my panties were off. Oh my God, I was naked. With one hand, he held my wrists up above my head as he lay on top of me. His bare chest rubbed against mine as we kissed. He commented on how erect and swollen my nipples were. I had never seen them in this state before.

Again, I had no experience, and things were moving very fast. My mind was still grappling with Mark coming to visit me and the things he had said to me. My brain had yet to catch up with what was physically happening. I had not contemplated what this was leading up to.

I was young and naive. I knew it was wrong to let Mark into the house. It was wrong of me to be naked in front of him and let him touch me, but I didn’t care. I had dreamt of kissing Mark all summer and now it was happening. I was in uncharted waters. I liked him so much that I trusted him completely. I didn’t want to say “no” to him. I didn’t want to sound like a child; I wanted him to know I was grown up and a woman who was worthy of being his girlfriend. He could do whatever he desired, and I would follow his lead. He knew he had absolute control of me.

His hand slipped between my legs and he began massaging my virginal area. A finger was pushing its way inside of me. He stopped and sat up, as I lay there naked before him. He pulled off his pants and then, to my horror, he pulled off his underwear. I remember the shock to this day. Holly shit, what is that thing? I had never seen a penis, let alone an erect penis. I had only sisters, no brothers. I was confounded. I mean, I knew guys had a penis, but I didn’t know they got erect and so large. Why had nobody ever told me? Things were moving very fast, and I was confused and getting scared.

Mark laid back on top of me. Our naked bodies became interwoven. I had never been held by a man before, and the heat from our skin felt so nice as we kissed. His hands and lips were moving all over my body as I just lay motionless. I didn’t know what to do with my hands.

He parted my legs and manoeuvred his hips between them. I felt his cock rubbing and pushing against me. Then he spit in his hand and reached down to lubricate his cock. Well, I didn’t know that at the time, but that’s what he did. He positioned his cock for entry. Then he started pushing his way inside of me.

My head was spinning trying to make sense of this fast moving and foreign kaçak bahis situation. I didn’t fully know what was happening, but I was determined to follow his lead. I wasn’t going to ask or say anything, as I didn’t want to appear foolish. I trusted Mark, and I just submitted to him.

As he pushed into me, it began hurting, but I remained silent, except for a whimper. He could tell by the look on my face that I was in pain. He reassured me not to worry and just let him continue. He said he would be gentle.

“Im fine… continue…” I bravely said, hoping to prove to him I was a woman.

He eased up a bit and slowly began rocking back and forth, gradually entering me a tiny bit at a time. It was now hurting like hell, but I remained stoic and held back the tears. The last thing I wanted to do was let him see me cry.

The thought that we were about to have intercourse hadn’t yet registered as I was thinking of so many other things. Between the pain and the confusion, I was like a zombie. I just laid there and let him do whatever he wanted. I trusted him. Hell, I was in love with him. If this was the price I had to pay for him to be my boyfriend, so be it. I was eager to let him do whatever he desired. I was all his.

When he finally entered me all the way, he just held me tight as I got accustomed to this new sensation. After a few minutes, the pain eased up and he began moving his cock in and out of me. He was taking his time and being gentle as he kissed and caressed me. I had never felt such love before, as I melted in his embrace.

Once comfortable with Mark being inside of me, he arched up and began fucking me harder and faster. He reached down and grabbed my ass, thrusting himself deeper and harder into me.

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I did nothing. I was startled at how violent it was becoming. He had an intense look on his face as he rammed his cock deep into me, pushing me forward with every thrust. He was making strange noises, grunting and moaning. He began pounding his cock hard into me, hurting me.

I was terrified but remained brave. Then suddenly, he arched his back and let out a deep moan. Oh my god, is he okay? Is he having a stroke? I experienced a warm sensation filling me. Did he just pee inside of me? I remained silent; my mind was racing. Holly shit, what just happened?

He fell off of me, gasping for air. I felt his cock slither out of me as he fell beside me. I asked him if he was okay, and he responded with just a grunt. He put his arm around me, and he held me as we lay there on the carpet. This was the best part, I thought. He was back to being warm and gentle. He was hot and sweaty and smelled like a man. I was in heaven in his arms, confused, but in heaven. He told me I did great. I wasn’t completely sure what I was great at, but I was thrilled that he was so pleased with me.

As we lay there, I felt something oozing out of me. I reached down and felt this thick, sticky liquid. I got some on my fingers and was examining them when he began laughing. He knew I was a virgin, so he began explaining things to me. I couldn’t believe what he was telling me. Why hadn’t anyone told me this before? So this is what sex is? We just had sex? Am I a woman now?

I couldn’t help but look at his cock. It was small, limp, and glistering from all the juices. He asked me if I wanted to touch it.

“Hell yes!” I said. I sat up and began exploring how it felt and how it looked. He pointed out his balls. I touched and played with them. They really are two balls in a bag. I never even knew they existed until then. I was totally fascinated by his sexual organ. To this day, I am still fascinated by them. He then told me to wrap my hand around his cock and gently stroke it. As I did, it began to grow hard and big. I was amazed. I was surprised that I could get him so hard just by touching him.

He then got up and sat on the couch and instructed me to kneel down between his legs. I obeyed. He told me to start playing with his cock, which I was delighted to do. I continued stroking him. He then instructed me to kiss his cock as I stroked it. I did as I was told. Then, to kiss his balls, I obeyed. Then he told me to put his cock in my mouth and suck it. Did I hear him right? I hesitated, but he insisted. I gradually put the tip of his cock between my lips. He instructed me to keep stroking him and to slowly take more into my mouth. I did my best. He gently forced my head down as I managed to get about a quarter of his erection into my mouth. I began to gag, but he kept holding my head down and encouraging me. I did my best not to vomit. I wanted him to be proud of me. He told me I would need more practise at that.

He then lifted my head up and told me to come and sit on his lap. I thought he wanted to hug me, but no, he wanted me to ride him. He positioned me on top of him and instructed me to slowly lower myself onto him. I was reluctant as it hurt so much the first time, but I did as I was told. I watched as his cock slowly entered me. It didn’t illegal bahis hurt as much this time as all the cum inside of me helped lubricate his cock. I slowly slid right onto him. The sight of his cock entering me was breathtaking. He held and moved my hips up and down on his cock. He instructed me on how to grind myself on him at just the right speed and angle, just how he liked it.

I was a quick learner and soon I was bouncing up and down on his cock without any guidance. I was proud of myself and so was he. I kept looking down as his cock moved in and out of me. I found it very cool. It was starting to feel good also. It wasn’t long before he moaned, grabbed my ass, and thrust deep into me. Once more, I was amazed at how intense he got before feeling his warm semen shoot deep inside of me.

He just held me in his arms this time, as I remained on top of him. This was proving to be the best part for me. I felt his cock slowly shrink inside of me. I could feel his juices beginning to flow out of me. These were all new sensations for me.

After about twenty minutes of me sitting on his lap, cuddling, we began kissing again. He sucked my tits and flicked his tongue around my erect nipples. I felt his limp penis coming back to life inside of me. The sensation of his cock gradually expanding inside of me was tremendous.

Just a few hours ago, I was a naive young woman dreaming of Mark, and now I’m a woman in his arms, having sex with him. I was in heaven.

I eagerly began riding him again. As I rode him, I could hear the sound of my tight pussy lips and the juices inside of me slurping his cock up and down. I was eagerly riding him just the way he taught me and was thoroughly enjoying it this time.

I could tell he was getting primed to explode again. That’s when he stopped me, told me to hurry and get down on my knees. I was confused. Did I do something wrong?

I obeyed him, and he ordered me to suck him again. I opened my mouth and took him in. This time he was more aggressive, much rougher. He was gripping my head and thrusting his cock deeper than before, over and over. I was gasping for air, gagging, and saliva was dripping out of my mouth. But I was determined to do as he wished and not disappoint him.

Then, with one big thrust, he clutched my head firmly and erupted into my mouth. I was caught by surprise as I felt him convulse and shot a load of semen into the back of my throat. I had no idea he was going to ejaculate in my mouth.

I couldn’t hold back the tears as I gagged and choked. He ordered me very forcefully to hold it in and keep sucking. I felt his cum spilling out of the sides of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my boobs.

“Hold all the cum in your mouth. I want you to get used to the taste, ” he ordered me as he slowly extracted his cock from my mouth.

I held it in my mouth and then finally swallowed all of it at his command. He ordered me to lick his cock and balls clean. I obeyed. He was thrilled that I swallowed and did as I was told. He told me this is what good girls do for their men. I would have done anything for him. That’s how obsessed I was with him.

He held me for a while, and then got dressed. Before leaving, he made me promise not to tell anyone what had just happened. He kissed me and left. I showered and cleaned up before my family returned home from church.

I couldn’t believe the morning I just had. I was on cloud nine. All my dreams had come true. In my book, I was dating the most attractive and coolest guy in the world. Mark was my boyfriend, and I was his girlfriend.

At that time, my best friend Cathy and I were inseparable. We told each other everything. There was no way I could keep this secret from her. For the next week, all we talked about was how Mark and I had sex. She wanted to know every last detail, over and over. Cathy was very cute and bubbly, and all the boys liked her, but she was still a virgin. She was so jealous of me.

I sat by the phone day after day, waiting for Mark to call. He finally called later in the week, but the conversation was very short. He asked me to get on the “pill”. Actually, he told me he wasn’t going to see me again until I was on it. I was confused by his tone, but I didn’t question him and just agreed.

I had heard of the pill, but I wasn’t sure what it did or even how to get it. I didn’t ask Mark, as I didn’t want to look stupid or naive. Cathy wasn’t sure either, so we asked her older sister. She was twenty-one and experienced, so she helped me out. She told me about a clinic where I could get some. She explained to me that I was lucky that I didn’t get pregnant.

Mark finally called me again about two weeks later. I was excited to tell him I was on the pill. It made me feel very mature. Again, the conversation was brief. He asked if I had told anyone. I lied and said no. Then he said he might come over on Sunday and hung up. I was puzzled. Why didn’t he ask me out? I hadn’t even been in his car. Was it normal to call your girlfriend so infrequently? Why didn’t he give me his number? I had no idea what a relationship was supposed to be like. Cathy thought it strange also. But he was my boyfriend, and I worshipped him. All my teenage dreams had come true.

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