Where it happened: Woods
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
Of course I haven’t given my real name, but the rest is true.
The conventional ‘losing’ of ones virginity for me was not
the typical event such as many of my girlfriends had. My hymen
was surgically broken when I was twelve, the result of an
exploratory procedure done at University Hostpital when our
family doctor became concerned that I might not have been
developing properly. (My clitoris, they felt was much bigger
than it should have been).
The conclusion was that there was nothing wrong, but such was
not arrived at until after I’d been prodded and examined by
several different doctors, professors and their interns over
a period of three days. They concluded that my sexual responses
were perhaps more ‘heightened’ than most women (there were
instances of my ‘responding’ even during the course of an
examination of the vaginal canal).
Only on one occassion however, during the process of an
‘examination’ by one of the young male interns did I actually
experience a complete orgasm. It was in the early hours of the
morning and he was doing his rounds. He checked in on me, examined
my vulva and the vaginal area, then placed his finger inside.
I had immediately responded, my hips lifting to the sensation
of him being inside of me, the outer walls of the vaginal
canal clamping tightly around the finger as though to keep
the thing inside.
He looked at me. I looked at him, as though it were our eyes
alone which met; and then I felt him gently fingering me, teasing
as I wanted the G-Spot there inside. It took perhaps a minute,
maybe two, and then I orgasmed. I was gasping, my hips thrusting
anxiously as his finger teased inside. When it was over he took
the rubber glove off, and then patting me on the head he
suggested that I shouldn’t have done that, that I should try to
hold on to my emotions while an examination was taking place, then
told me to try to get some sleep. I fingered myself regularly
after that, thanks in part to his ‘instruction’.
When I was thirteen, in grade 8, I was at a girlfriends place for
a slumber party. There were six or seven of us there, all sleeping
in the basement rumpus room. She had a sixteen year old brother
who I thought was the hottest looking guy I’d ever seen in all my
life. I was instantly in love, and when he looked at me I melted!
He knew, the way I looked at him, the way I felt!
We were lying in our sleeping bags, all around the floor. It was
about two in the morning and most of us were still awake and
talking. I had seen him going by, walking by the door toward the
bathroom. I think I was the only one who even noticed him, we were
all so busy talking! He was wearing just his pyjama bottoms, and
his chest was bare. I couldn’t help myself, and a moment later I
got up ‘to use the bathroom’ and went out there.
It was though he was waiting for me, standing at the door of
the bathroom as I came out of the rumpus room. I hesitated for a
moment, then saw him smile. I melted, and he held his hand toward
me, as though he expected me to come. We went into the bathroom,
the two of us, and he closed the door. He started kissing me the
moment we were alone, and I could feel his hand against my skin
beneath my pyjama top. He was exploring me, feeling every part as
we were kissing, coming round toward my breasts and feeling of
their form. The kissing stopped. He opened up the top, one button
at a time, and started kissing them, teasing the little nipples
with his tongue. His face moved down my belly, then kneeling on
the floor he undid my bottoms. I didn’t stop him, and could feel
the wetness building, the wanting, the desire, as his mouth
embraced the pubic hair. His tongue then ventured further down,
then touched inside the lips, and then it was he found the anxious
clitoris inside. He stopped, and then he looked at it, and then I
felt the pleasure as he sucked it in his mouth!
My knee’s now crumbled under me as he laid me on the floor, and his
tongue descended further till it found the little hole. I gasped as
it went into me, such pleasure I’d not known, and my legs wrapped
tight behind him as I held upon his head. His tongue pushed further
into me and tasted of my pleasure, and I felt myself responding as
he fucked me with his tongue!
I laid there when the deed was done, my body spent, exhausted from
that which he had done! He knelt there with his penis out, the
thing now stiff and anxious; but as he went to put it in the thing
became excited and spat it’s seed across my belly.
We never did complete the task, though much as we both wanted, and
so it was that fate would have me wait another year.
It was the middle of summer the following year when it happened,
with my boyfriend’s older brother. Chad, my boyfriend, and I were
swimming up at the lake when his brother Billy arrived in his old
pickup truck. Billy was wild, probably the wildest guy in town,
and was always in trouble. I was wearing a string bikini, one that
most girls would never wear in public, but I was fourteen and stupid
and knew it was a turn on for the guys. It was hardly more than a
piece of cloth that wrapped between my thighs, with two strings on
either side and a definite protruding bulge where the pussy lips
pushed against the tight fabric in the front.
Chad and I weren’t ‘sexually’ involved so it didn’t really matter
much; but I hadn’t counted on his brother – the horniest and
wildest kid in town. Billy was over 20, I’m not sure by how much,
but he was looking at me like he could see right through the bikini.
I knew it turned him on!
He left, then came back an hour later and asked if we wanted to
‘party’. He had some joints in the glove compartment, and a couple
of six packs of beer. Chad agreed, and I followed along, to a
secluded place in the woods.
We got to drinking, and smoking pot, and I was getting really giggly,
then dizzy, and then I started passing out. Chad wasn’t much better,
but Billy seemed used to this sort of thing. Anyway, Billy decides
he had better drive us both home. He drops Chad off first, and then
brings me back to the lake, to the place where we were smoking the
joints and drinking the beer. I hardly know what’s going on, I am so
out of it; but I find myself lying on the grass with my bikini top
and bottoms off and lying on the grass beside us, and Billy is on
top of me and is fucking his brains out!
I didn’t even remember him undressing me or putting his penis in, but
he is just a pumping like there is not tomorrow, and I can hear myself
panting like a bitch in heat prepared to reach orgasm.
It was the only time that Billy ever fucked me. I kept my distance
from that time on. Having sex with him, from the little I recalled,
was terrific; but not knowing if I was pregnant to him for almost
three weeks was pure hell. My parents would have killed me I am sure!
Such was my ‘deflowering’.
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