I lost my virginity
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It was late afternoon and we had been playing since 7am in the morning. The strong sun had drained me and I felt tired, so I went behind the coloured canvas screen and laid down on the beach towel, curled-up and went to sleep.
I was on holiday with my sister and mother, on the west coast of Australia, and in Broome to be exact. Cable beach, famed for its marvellous sunsets, and nudity, was surprisingly empty, but then again, this beach stretched for miles, and girls lay naked for miles in seclusion, that is until someone offered company, all nude of course.
The canvas windbreak warmed up on the sheltered side, and as I dozed off, my mother and sister walk the distance back to the entrance to buy ice cream and cola.
I slept a nice sleep with a nice feeling, so deeply, I never heard the knife cut the canvas that gently brushed against my nude bottom, nor did I feel him go between my bum cheeks, thanks to the oil I used to keep my skin protected from the sun's burning rays, or his semen, as he pumped into my surprisingly open pussy.
The nice feeling I had experienced was in fact a 'Wet Dream', blending reality in a dream-like state of mind, 'The perfect Fuck', a girlfriend once told me, 'where your mind dreams and your body responds uninhibited, everything goes like clockwork and the orgasm is so powerful you awake and immediately want to go back to sleep and keep going', she laughed, her eyes glazed as if recalling her own.
I was 21 the night she expressed her sentiments and frustrations when comparing her current sex lives failures to her 'Wet Dream' involving three men.
'But how could a girl with no sexual experience know anything about fucking a man, to dream about having sex', I asked her, desperate to know?
She just laughed as she always did when she drew blank on her theories.
I could see my mother and sister returning illuminated by the setting sum, bathed in a reddish glow, as I sat up on the towel, feeling between my legs, where the nice feeling persisted, making me want to touch myself.
The dampness made me wonder if I had peed myself, but the sensitivity and the oiliness, was an awakening I have never forgotten, as I felt around, my lubricity and easy insertion as I lay open, down there.
I drank my coke and ate my ice cream, all the time squeezing myself down there, that evening before packing up to go back to our hotel, I took down the brightly coloured canvas screen and found the knife slit cut in it, and still nothing registered with me.
That night when watching TV I could feel him empty from me as he ran out of me and formed a damp patch in my knickers crotch, and as I drifted off in bed with my troubled thoughts in my head, my body sought relief, and he entered me again, and I awoke, shivering and shaking.
My mind rearranged the jigsaw of pieces, I knew or deeply suspected something had happened to me as I dozed, and I felt guilty and ashamed, then angry and powerless, but as I dwelt with my emotions the balance shone through, his pleasure, perhaps his surprise even, to push your cock into the unknown, to feel the warmth of a girls buttocks, her opening, and feel her heartbeat as you go deeper inside her, his insertion into a minefield of i*****lity and public outrage, but wait, she closes around him, forgiving him for being where he should never be, feeling her back into him, before moulding herself onto his shape.
Too late, even withdrawing from her would trigger an overwhelming feeling within him, any movement now on either side of the canvas would release his semen.
My heartbeat, so young and strong, throbbed on the end of his cock, I was the baby with my hand stretched out asking for the l****a lollipop, I was massaging him with my firm and unused muscles, for the first time, for both of us, while he, fought with the consequences for being inside me, so while his cum flooded unabated into my tiny cunny, I blissfully experienced the answer to the question my girlfriend sought.
The warmth of her naked body drew me closer as we wrapped out limbs around each other and kissed, Emma was a first year student, a very feminine girl, that suited my tastes in a girl, not too butch or hairy, but feminine and soft, like myself.
I could feel her fingers probe me again as she toyed behind my pubis in search of the elusive 'G', 'Did he cum inside you', she asked me gently, as my hips moved in rhythm with her slow thrusting?
'Yes', I whispered, as I mounted her thigh and nuzzled the nape of her soft neck.
Her scent and her shape drove me wild with a rising passion, all the men at Uni wanted to bed her and do what I was experiencing, but she loved me and I loved her, and as my secretions flowed and greased her thigh for for me to ride, 'Was it real', she gasped, as I bit her lobe, 'Yes Emma, his cum was real'?
It was close for both of us, that apex he felt inside me was rising in me, Emma was my pillow, she was that elusive human dildo probing inside, titillating all my senses, as I clung to her writhing body, but in my mind I was back on that beach with my back to the coloured canvas feeling his cock inside me, 'Oh God', I moaned, I knew I was close.
11 years in the wilderness had passed since that afternoon, and the tremendous ease with which he stole my innocence swept over me.
I felt Emma stiffen, she knew, 'OMFG', she exclaimed, not because she was cumming, but the penny had dropped, Emma knew as I always knew, all I needed was for her to say it, to acknowledge it, and as she did i exploded, not perfectly, not quite in the same vein, but up there with the best of them.
I was on holiday with my sister and mother, on the west coast of Australia, and in Broome to be exact. Cable beach, famed for its marvellous sunsets, and nudity, was surprisingly empty, but then again, this beach stretched for miles, and girls lay naked for miles in seclusion, that is until someone offered company, all nude of course.
The canvas windbreak warmed up on the sheltered side, and as I dozed off, my mother and sister walk the distance back to the entrance to buy ice cream and cola.
I slept a nice sleep with a nice feeling, so deeply, I never heard the knife cut the canvas that gently brushed against my nude bottom, nor did I feel him go between my bum cheeks, thanks to the oil I used to keep my skin protected from the sun's burning rays, or his semen, as he pumped into my surprisingly open pussy.
The nice feeling I had experienced was in fact a 'Wet Dream', blending reality in a dream-like state of mind, 'The perfect Fuck', a girlfriend once told me, 'where your mind dreams and your body responds uninhibited, everything goes like clockwork and the orgasm is so powerful you awake and immediately want to go back to sleep and keep going', she laughed, her eyes glazed as if recalling her own.
I was 21 the night she expressed her sentiments and frustrations when comparing her current sex lives failures to her 'Wet Dream' involving three men.
'But how could a girl with no sexual experience know anything about fucking a man, to dream about having sex', I asked her, desperate to know?
She just laughed as she always did when she drew blank on her theories.
I could see my mother and sister returning illuminated by the setting sum, bathed in a reddish glow, as I sat up on the towel, feeling between my legs, where the nice feeling persisted, making me want to touch myself.
The dampness made me wonder if I had peed myself, but the sensitivity and the oiliness, was an awakening I have never forgotten, as I felt around, my lubricity and easy insertion as I lay open, down there.
I drank my coke and ate my ice cream, all the time squeezing myself down there, that evening before packing up to go back to our hotel, I took down the brightly coloured canvas screen and found the knife slit cut in it, and still nothing registered with me.
That night when watching TV I could feel him empty from me as he ran out of me and formed a damp patch in my knickers crotch, and as I drifted off in bed with my troubled thoughts in my head, my body sought relief, and he entered me again, and I awoke, shivering and shaking.
My mind rearranged the jigsaw of pieces, I knew or deeply suspected something had happened to me as I dozed, and I felt guilty and ashamed, then angry and powerless, but as I dwelt with my emotions the balance shone through, his pleasure, perhaps his surprise even, to push your cock into the unknown, to feel the warmth of a girls buttocks, her opening, and feel her heartbeat as you go deeper inside her, his insertion into a minefield of i*****lity and public outrage, but wait, she closes around him, forgiving him for being where he should never be, feeling her back into him, before moulding herself onto his shape.
Too late, even withdrawing from her would trigger an overwhelming feeling within him, any movement now on either side of the canvas would release his semen.
My heartbeat, so young and strong, throbbed on the end of his cock, I was the baby with my hand stretched out asking for the l****a lollipop, I was massaging him with my firm and unused muscles, for the first time, for both of us, while he, fought with the consequences for being inside me, so while his cum flooded unabated into my tiny cunny, I blissfully experienced the answer to the question my girlfriend sought.
The warmth of her naked body drew me closer as we wrapped out limbs around each other and kissed, Emma was a first year student, a very feminine girl, that suited my tastes in a girl, not too butch or hairy, but feminine and soft, like myself.
I could feel her fingers probe me again as she toyed behind my pubis in search of the elusive 'G', 'Did he cum inside you', she asked me gently, as my hips moved in rhythm with her slow thrusting?
'Yes', I whispered, as I mounted her thigh and nuzzled the nape of her soft neck.
Her scent and her shape drove me wild with a rising passion, all the men at Uni wanted to bed her and do what I was experiencing, but she loved me and I loved her, and as my secretions flowed and greased her thigh for for me to ride, 'Was it real', she gasped, as I bit her lobe, 'Yes Emma, his cum was real'?
It was close for both of us, that apex he felt inside me was rising in me, Emma was my pillow, she was that elusive human dildo probing inside, titillating all my senses, as I clung to her writhing body, but in my mind I was back on that beach with my back to the coloured canvas feeling his cock inside me, 'Oh God', I moaned, I knew I was close.
11 years in the wilderness had passed since that afternoon, and the tremendous ease with which he stole my innocence swept over me.
I felt Emma stiffen, she knew, 'OMFG', she exclaimed, not because she was cumming, but the penny had dropped, Emma knew as I always knew, all I needed was for her to say it, to acknowledge it, and as she did i exploded, not perfectly, not quite in the same vein, but up there with the best of them.
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