Where it happened: doctor's office
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
Reading your stories of girls losing their virginity in romantic, passionate ways saddens me. Despite my husband’s best efforts to initiate me in the usual way, I had to have my hymen removed surgically. Technically, I was deflowered by a gynecologist.
I’m a first generation Serbian American and an Eastern Orthodox Catholic. Our culture puts a high value on a girl’s virginity. In the old country, new husbands would hang out the bloody wedding night sheets as proof their bride had been untouched. My grandmothers and I think my mother had their purity vetted that way. Supposedly, the old ladies kept a rabbit handy in case the bride didn’t bleed or, God forbid, wasn’t virginal. In religious school we were taught about the glorious Virgin Mary and how Saint So and So chose a horrible death rather than surrender her virginity. I guess the lessons stuck. On my wedding night, at age twenty two, I was still intact and pretty much untouched.
Well, my fiance and I did bend the rules some. In the last monthes of our engagemnt I let Tim play with my breasts and held and stroked his penis. He had been so good about waiting for marriage that I had to do something to relieve his frustration. Not many guys would have waited like he did. The first time I saw and held his penis, [or any penis], was intimidating and frightening. Tim was well endowed, close to ten inches with a bulbous purple head. I knew that on the night of Saturday, May Tenth, he would be inside me. I couldn’t believe I would be able to accomodate my husband on our wedding night.
Well, I couldn’t. Tim prepared me well with champagne, gentle foreplay and my first cunnilingus. When I told him I was ready he penetrated a couple of inches with only reasonable discomfort. Then he bumped against my hymen. We paused a moment, preparing for that one good shove that would “pop my cherry”. Gritting my teeth, I told Tim to go ahead. He shoved hard into me and I let out a scream which half the hotel must have heard. Tim looked horrorstruck as I laid there crying and bleeding. He must have thought he had killed me. I limped to the bathtub where the warm water of the shower attachment washed away the blood and relieved the pain some.
The pain had been much worse than anticipated but we thought it was over. But when I was able to try again the obstruction was still there. Searing pain shot through me each time he pushed against my hymen. I tried my best to endure it and urged Tim to continue but my agony was obvious. For several hours we stopped and waited, used more lubricant and switched positions but that hymen wouldn’t yield. Finally my sweet husband said I needed medical help and we had to stop.
I guess I was relieved my ordeal was over but I burst out crying in frustration and disappointment. All that waiting and I couldn’t satisfy my first lover. Tim took it all well, holding me in his arms and kissing away my tears. When I told him later that I wished there was something I could do to make it up to him, he grinned and said “Well, there is one thing….”. I was a little hesitant about fellatio and probably would not have taken his ejaculate in my mouth. Thinking that I owed him one for the earlier fiasco, I sucked my new husband to orgasm. As I spit and rinsed in the bathroom sink, I had to think the semen in my mouth was meant to consummate our marriage in my vagina. Poor Tim must not have known what to think when I returned crying again.
The next day we met our parents and some friends before leaving on our honeymoon. There was backslapping by the guys and giggling by the girls. My mother gave me a big “Now You are a Woman” hug and look. Nobody suspected me of still being a virgin. It seemed strange that before folks might have suspected I wasn’t one when I was supposed to be one, but now that I wasn’t supposed to be one nobody knew that I still was one.
We flew to Hawaii and spent the first day of our honeymoon looking for a gynecologist. He told me my hymen was unusually thick and elastic and recommended it be surgically removed. So, dilated and with my feet in stirrups, I lost my cherry. How romantic.
The doctor recommended no intercourse for at least two days, but we didn’t wait that long. The second night after surgery, the fourth night of our marriage, Tim entered me again. There was considerable pain but nothing like before. He inched slowly and gently into me, pausing often to let my vaginal muscles stretch for the first time. In a way I welcomed the pain and slight bleeding. This was how a woman’s initiation to sex was supposed to be. It was like having a second chance at my first time. Finally, my husband was fully inside me and gently thrusting. Each stroke hurt but I clutched at the sheets and bit my lip as I urged Tim to keep going. Soon he reached his climax with a big groan and I felt his semen consummate our marriage.
We’re still trying to make up for those lost four nights after thirty one years.
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