Virginity Mislaid(Current Rating 65/100, based on 175 votes)
I’d never been away for a night with a boy before – in fact, at seventeen years old, I’d never allowed any boy to do more than touch my breasts and feel my mound with his hand outside my knickers. Now here I was on a Saturday afternoon, sitting alongside my very attractive new boyfriend, Max, whom I’d met at the local pub two weeks before, and we were heading out of town in his car on the way to some place he had arranged. We’d managed to achieve this by getting my girlfriend to tell a quite believable story to my parents that I was spending the time with her.
I had packed a small case without anyone at home noticing, and just hoped I hadn’t forgotten anything. Most of the contents had been bought the week before and hidden so that my Mother couldn’t see the sexy underwear and ridiculously diaphanous shortie nightie.
Max & I had already had a couple of dates, but only with the rest of the crowd, and in the car on the way home, I’d managed to restrain his quite forceful attempts to do more than I was prepared to let him. In a moment of weakness, and with the veiled threat that he might ditch me, I had agreed to this venture but made him promise not to do anything I didn’t want – and he’d agreed. I must have been very naive.
After about an hour’s drive he pulled into a Motel forecourt and stopped.
“Here we are,” he said with a grin, “Our love nest for the night”
I was scared stiff as we entered the foyer, but he registered without turning a hair, and nobody seemed to be worried that we were a bit young to be ‘Mr & Mrs’.
The room was lovely, with a vast bed, a telly and a separate bathroom. I unpacked my things and got quite embarrassed when Max came and inspected the panties and nightie I’d bought.
“Can’t see you’ll be needing those” he said casually, and turned to kiss me.
He was very accomplished at kissing and I melted into his arms as his warm lips crushed mine and his tongue wormed its way in to my mouth. I did have quite nice feelings inside, and when his hand grabbed by breasts I have to admit it felt rather exciting. After a few seconds he moved his hand and I felt it on my leg, sliding slowly up my thigh under my skirt. I let him reach the top and cup my panty-covered mound but that was as far as I wanted him to go.
“No Max, no more” I said, pulling away.
“I s’pose it is a bit early” he remarked calmly, moving back, “Still, the Bar’ll be open in a bit and we can get a drink. I’ll just go and spy out the ground & find it”
So saying he left the room and I sat down to read the various brochures on the table.
I heard the door open and he came up behind me, reaching down over my shoulders to clasp my breasts “We’re in luck – they’re open now” he said, giving my tits a squeeze, “Come on”
He led me down the corridor into a spacious Bar that fronted the restaurant, and ordered drinks. The Vodka he brought me looked rather big but he drank his whisky quickly and ordered a refill for us both.
By the time we’d finished the drinks I was a quite mellow and wished I’d had some lunch, but he suggested we go back to the room before we had any dinner.
In the room he started to undress and suggested we should take a shower. I turned away and let him strip to his underpants as he chuckled, “There – doesn’t that make you feel sexy?”
I glanced round and saw him standing totally naked with one hand on the most enormous erection I had ever seen. I put a hand to my mouth and gasped, but felt a funny tingling sensation between my thighs.
“Go and have your shower, you naughty boy” I tried to sound jokey, but suddenly had nagging feelings of doubt about the rest of the day. They didn’t last because I think the vodka had lowered my inhibitions.
Max was in the shower about five minutes, during which time I had only taken off my shoes and blouse. When he emerged, wrapped in a towel, I quickly went into the bathroom and shut the door before I took off anything else. I was slightly surprised to find my panties were quite damp and when I touched myself briefly, found I was very slippery between the legs. I showered and dried myself, replacing my panties, bra and skirt before returning to the bedroom.
Max was lying on the bed, his towel draped casually over his thighs, inadequately masking the small mountain that was evident beneath it.
“Come here” he ordered and I went to sit on the bed.
He reached behind me and expertly unclipped my bra before I realised what he was doing. “Christ, they’re beautiful” he said, gazing at my naked breasts as I tried to cover them with my hands.
He pushed me onto my back and leant over, his mouth coming down to kiss the hardening nipples and sending little shivers right through me.
He stopped and glanced down at my waist, “For goodness sake, take that bloody skirt off,” he said, slightly annoyed.
I scrambled off the bed and unzipped it, trying to hide my near-nakedness.
When I climbed back beside him he immediately kissed me again and I felt his hand return to my thigh. I could feel what he was doing but my brain wouldn’t tell him to stop.
Then his hand was under the nylon of the panties and stroking the soft hair on my mound. I enjoyed the sensation but knew I should tell him to desist.
It was when I felt his fingers prise apart the lips of my vagina that I came to my muddled senses, jerked away and clamped my legs together, “NO, Max, you mustn’t”
“Jesus, you can’t stop now” he almost shouted, “Look at this – it’s waiting and ready” and he grabbed the protruding cock that was now oozing a little colourless liquid.
“You promised not to do anything I didn’t want,” I whimpered.
“D’you think I paid for a bloody room here just to have you prick-tease?” he retorted angrily.
“Well that’s your fault” I replied crossly, wondering what I could do to avoid further huniliation.
He calmed down and kissed me again, concentrating his caresses on my breasts. I have to admit I was beginning to feel very relaxed inside, and even when I felt a hand stroke my pubic mound again, I didn’t object. I was feeling quite sleepy and must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember is waking to see him crouched on the bed beside me, his great erection only inches from my face.
“If you won’t do anything else, at least you could give me one with your mouth”
I’d certainly never even contemplated what he was suggesting, let alone done it, and the idea of taking the immense weapon between my lips revolted me.
“Just come here and cuddle me … please Max .. I don’t want to do that”
With a sigh he lay down again and I could feel his erection pressing against the crotch of my panties. He kept moving to & fro, just as if he was inside me, and in an attempt to control him, I pulled away and turned over. His hands encircled me, fondling my breasts again and I just lay there, secretly enjoying his caresses as I drifted off again into a vodka induced doze.
My first thought when I half woke was Where was I, and this was replaced by an extremely pleasant sensual feeling between my thighs. I lay still, forcing myself to full consciousness and then felt movement behind me. It seemed to be connected to the feelings in my groin, and with a flash of panic I realised the Max was sliding his prick right between the bare lips of my vagina, having pulled aside the leg of my panties while I was asleep.
I couldn’t stifle a low moan of pleasure and Max must have taken that as an acceptance, for he bent his body around me, forcing me to draw up my knees and offer a better angle for him to thrust against.
My brain was in turmoil. I knew I should stop him, but the words wouldn’t come out.
Then it happened. Quite suddenly I felt his prick force itself between the slippery lips and enter me. At first it was only a sensation, then with a loud grunt he pushed harder and a sudden searing pain shot through me, making me tense & cry out.
“Don’t move, just relax,” he whispered, “That’s the only pain you’ll feel, I promise” and I felt him sliding right inside me without hurting.
He was now deep inside my vagina and little tremors of absolute ecstasy shuddered through me as he touched all the sensitive nerve endings on the virginal walls of my vagina.
I knew I couldn’t stop him now – everything had gone too far and I became extremely worried. I wasn’t on the pill and I knew he hadn’t taken any precautions. At the same time I could feel my body gradually submitting to his intimate caresses and wanted it to continue. My self-control was ebbing at every thrust of his prick although I began to agonize I would get pregnant if he continued.
My whole body, my sensitive nerve endings and uncontrollable hip movements took over and I lay there revelling in the breathtaking sensations that riddled my whole being.
Max started to moan and his thrusts became more urgent.
“That’s right, baby, nearly there,” he groaned, his hands squeezing my breasts to the point where it hurt.
I felt him grow even bigger in my over-stretched vagina and knew that something was going to happen. At the same time I started to lose any semblance of control and my body seemed not to belong to me any more.
It was suddenly too late to do anything.
I felt my muscles contract around him and with a great roar he rammed into me with one final thrust. My vagina seemed to explode, sucking him in as the warm jets of semen gushed into me and I screamed with the intensity of my first complete orgasm, pushing back against him and sobbing with a mixture of ecstasy and guilt.
He withdrew immediately, rolled away and gave my bottom a stinging slap.
“How was that?” he said triumphantly, as pinkish-tinged semen ran from me like a river in spate.
My body was wracked with sobs as I realised what I’d done and I sat up.
“I’m frightened, I’m bleeding & I may get pregnant”
He looked at me in surprise, “You’re on the pill, aren’t you?”
“No” I said, sobbing uncontrollably, “Why should I be? I didn’t know you were going to do that”
“You stupid fucking cow” he said angrily, “You’d better go and wash it quickly. I’m certainly not taking the blame for your bloody irresponsibility”
I crept off the bed, saddened by his sudden outburst, and ran to the toilet. I peed and
strained to contract all my muscles in the hope of evacuating all his seed. Then I climbed into the bath and directed the shower rose at my vagina, feeling the warm water course inside me, and hopefully cleanse me.
When I returned he was already dressed and wanting to go down to the Bar again.
“I’m not sure I can,” I whimpered, feeling sore and dirty where he had taken my virginity.
“Course you can, you stupid tart” he said, “And I want you there with no knickers on”
I sat on the bed and wept. What had started out as an exciting adventure was developing into a nightmare. I had never been anywhere without knickers and the thought horrified me.
“Oh, stop being a stupid baby” he exclaimed, “You’ve just had your first fuck and should be pleased I’ve made you into a proper woman at last. Later on I’ll show you another way - one that won’t be risking anything”.
I put on my bra and a blouse, wondering how I could at least get one of the flimsy thongs on without him seeing, but it was no use. I wrapped my skirt around my bare waist and repaired my stained make-up.
We left the room and walking down the corridor he put a hand on my bum, under my skirt, his fingers seeking the place he had already desecrated.
I wrenched myself away and walked on, beginning to wonder how I could avoid any further contact with this man who had seemed so pleasant but had now revealed himself as a sex maniac.
There were armchairs in the Bar and he insisted on sitting opposite me, prompting me to part my knees so that he could get a view of my most intimate place. Luckily there were few people in the Bar and to avoid his anger I did as he asked, feeling like a Call Girl on a commission.
“Looks as though you’re still leaking,” he commented with a lecherous grin, “ That looks promising for later on”
He ordered another drink and with my mind in turmoil, I excused myself to the Ladies. Once clear of the Bar, I ran along the corridor and into our room, thankful that we had been given two keycards for entry. I hurriedly threw everything in my case and left the room, locating a Fire Exit that allowed me to get to the Reception Area without passing the Bar.
“Quick” I said to the girl on duty, “Get me a taxi – I’ll be waiting outside”
She looked at my worried face and dialled a local Firm.
Within five minutes the cab arrived and gratefully I sank back into the seat after telling the driver to take me to the bus station, from where I knew I could get home.
The end of the story came some five days later when I was at work. I went to the Ladies Room at lunchtime and sat on the toilet crying with happiness as I extracted the necessary item from the dispenser and inserted it to stem nature’s flow. Now I knew I was completely safe from everything he had done to me, and in the future I would be much more careful about nights away from home with boys. The sexy underwear I had bought will be saved for a special occasion with the right man that I’m sure will come one day. |
