Where it happened: his room
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I grew up being both a shy and innocent girl and a bold and gutsy person. I don’t know how these two contrasting traits could live together inside me, but somehow they did. Therefore, I fell in love with a drama instructor who was 12 years older than I was at the age of 17. He was much more experienced than me, and I did everything he taught me partly out of curiosity and partly because I wanted to please him.When we went out, he often kissed me, fondling my small breasts, playing with my irregularly large nipples, and sometimes fingering my clit much to my awe and pleasure. However, he enjoyed most laying back, resting his head on my lap (I was sitting), and guiding my hands to his small-sized penis (I didn’t know it was considered small at that time), which I had to stroke and jack him off until he came into my hand. I didn’t really like the handjobs but I loved seeing his face transformed during his orgasm: I built up the feeling of control and sexual power.y the way, although I was an Asian and still a via virgin who was ignorant about perceptions of sexual activities (sex was a taboo in that conservative society of my original country), somehow I had liberal thoughts about relationships. A trusting person by nature, I didn’t question much about my boyfriend’s behaviors and intentions. I only know that we loved each other so much that doing anything for him seemed very right.
The day after my 18th birthday, (I think he had planned that timing) he surprised me by asking me to come to his apartment for “a gift.” I was surprised because he had already given me a birthday present. I didn’t associate his room with sex because he rarely loved me at his place. He prefered going to the park or a dark coffee house. When I almost arrived there, it began to rain heavily, and I got soaked riding my bicycle. He gave me a towel to dry my long, black hair (my pride) and suggested that I should take off my wet clothes or I could catch a cold. (Oh, yeah.) Naive as I was, and confident that nothing bad or wrong would happen when I was with him, I obeyed as a good child, stripping my clothes except my bra and underwears, and lied down on his bed with a blanket to my chin. Maybe unconciously, I was aware of my desires for him; but at that time, the only thing that came to my mind was worrying about the thunderstorm and rain that could go on forever; I was also a little bit dazed by his faint body scent that was lingering in his bed.
During that time, he just sat there on a chair next to the bed and casually talked to me, asking me about school and the gifts I received the previous day. By that, he finally got rid of any of my nervousness and tension, so that when he stood up, switched on the bed lamp and turned off other lights, then moved to sit on my bedside, I still felt very natural and comfortable. He started to kiss me, holding my damp hair in his hand, running his fingers on my eyes and cheeks, admiring my features in a very appreciative way. Then he lied down next to me on that tiny bed with full clothes on, embracing me and caressing my neck and bare arms that weren’t covered by the blanket. He was a lean man but his body always radiated so much heat when we were together that I finally voluntarily got rid of the blanket to have my whole body covered by his. He was panting, inhaling my scent, and felt my almost naked teenage body with his hands and his lips.
The foreplay might have gone on forever, I don’t know; I lost all sense of time. Although I was innocent, I still felt some unexpectant flame burning at my groins, especially when my boyfriend kept teasing me by relentlessly brushing his fingertips very lightly on my most private part and curling my dark, curly hair which shaped a perfect triangle above it. (I learned later the feeling of fire was because the blood was rushing down to engorge my vagina and clit after such tense stimulations by my boyfriend). At one point, he suddenly dipped his middle finger into my virgin entrance which must have been overlubricated. I startled and let out a small surprising scream, vaguely scared of the introduction of some very foreign object into my secret place. (He had touched my clit before but never inserted anything in my hole.) He withdrew and lifted his body off immediately, and I felt like panicking. I thought I had offended him and now he would abandon me for good. I was only calmed down again when he got back in bed with me very soon, TOTALLY NAKED.
Geez, I had never seen him like that before, no clothing, smooth, lean, and hard. His baby which was proudly erected, pointing at me, offering me the first good sight of manhood ever, which my right hand had known better before. My face must have blushed furiously because he laughed, twiching his moustache with one hand, and touching his cock tip with the other hand. (Certain details just stick into my mind while other have blurred after all those years.) He climbed on my flat belly, kissing my lips passionately, nipping my neck and leaving love marks there, then taking off my bra. He then attacked my tits and nipples like the most hungry man in the world, making sucking noises so loud that they stayed forever in my memory. One hand of his squeezed my tit hard that I moaned painfully, his teeth and lips posssessed my other small breast as if it were the most precious thing in the world for him. I think because of him, I would never love another man who didn’t love to treasure my sensitive breasts and nipples, giving me another sweet type of orgasm. The pleasure was so tense that I moaned and moaned, writhing my young body under his. I would faint if he didn’t stop.
When I shut my eyes close, enjoying the sensations, he kissed down my body, licking my navel and I shuttered. With his hands, he spreaded my slim, tender thights, putting some kisses on them, and positioning himself at my entrance.
As I mentioned, my boyfriend had a small but stiff penis. I didn’t know it would be a blessing for me, because even with that small cock, he HURT me like hell when he thrusted forward and entered my womb for the very first time. Oh my goodness, the searing pain was undescriable and uncomparable. I shrieked; my body convulsed. His penetration was such a nightmare for a virgin who happened to have a very tight hole, as if he had stabbed me with a knife, splitting my young body by half. I suddenly had a rage in my mind, getting mad at him for delivering me such intense, unbearable pain. Though I had felt very good when he rubbed his cock against my entrance, I hadn’t anticipated the terrible ordeal of his deflowering me. If the man didn’t have a good grip at my hips, I’m sure I had been able to throw him off my body, lover or not lover.
He used his strength to press me down, kept me in place, and hushed me. With my body impaled on his cock, he just lied on me for a while, restraining himself from any movement, patiently waiting for me to adjust my strained vagina with this invasion. After a while, my initial pain subsided a little bit; I also felt very strange being penetrated by his stiff rod, being taken, being owned. He raised his hips and started thrusting in and out, every thrust turned my inside out. At first, he moved slowly, then speeded up and groaned. I heard clearly the slapping sounds he made everytime he buried his penis to the hilt into my torn flesh. Part of my mind was dazed and overwhelmed by the pain and the pleasure, the other part strangely stayed objective, observing his sweating face, his tense look, and myself lying in a spreadeagle position, helpless and enduring the ordeal. I think that kind of feeling is also experienced by rape victims, though it may be magnified
and accompanied with fears and hatred.
Finally he was done and withdrew with my virgin blood on his member and breadsheet.
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