Chapter 1: The awakening of desire

This story is a figment of my imagination written long after I lost my own virginity at the age of seventeen to a man about five years older than me.

As I lie here, naked, day dreaming, enjoying the sunshine and the gentle breeze caressing my bare skin, I think back to my youth as a naive young girl just starting to blossom and feel the awakening of desires I did not understand.

Back to a balmy summers day in the country, back to a hillside of lush green grass.

Back to...

“THE AWAKENING OF DESIRE”

Life was wonderful as a fourteen year old girl, the world was a lovely place to live in, trees blossomed and the fragrance of the sweet grass filled the air with delicate perfume.

I skipped thoughtlessly over the rising ground, happy and care free, my hair flowed behind me, my eyes sparkled with the fun of living as my small maturing breasts bounced delightfully inside my loose blouse, unfettered and free.

My long thighs tingled with the breeze of pure freshness as I raced up that hillside, my skirt billowed carefree, whipping loosely about the tanned golden flesh so carelessly displayed.

I was alone and unafraid, I was in love with nature and everything seemed in tune with my romantic soul.

The tiny clump of bushes hid him from me, I picked my way through the tangled brush, playfully plucking small shoots and buds in passing. I could faintly make out his head, a blonde head with a strong masculine face peering out over the edge of the hill at the country side beyond.

He must have been lost in contemplation for he never even heard me, I pushed out into the open and stopped suddenly, the song of nature frozen on my lips.

He was naked, absolutely stark naked, I gasped, the loud explosion of breath attracted him, he twisted around and I saw it for the first time, a protruding limb of darker coloured flesh protruding from a thicket of hair that curled and matted the lower extremes of his stomach.

He saw the direction of my gaze and laughed, I will always remember that laugh, it was coarse, conceited and filthy.

His fingers flipped the ugly member at me, his lilting voice beat against my ear drums saying, “What’s the matter little girl, this the first time you have seen heaven in the nude”.?

I was paralysed, my eyes travelled up from this grotesque thing up to his hairy chest to his laughing face. I saw the bright blue eyes, the wavy hair, the thin lips drawn back in a snarling mask of lust as his eyes peeled away my clothing and saw me nude also.

I felt a strange feeling of comfit in knowing that I held some power over him, in knowing that my body attracted his worst thoughts, my hands gripped each other as I moved slowly, backing away from the sight of this man naked, a man with intent written on his evil face, a man who would take away my one remaining vestige of purity, my useless virginity.

He bound across the space separating us with that monstrous organ an invitation to sin, he smiled down at me, his eyes capturing mine, holding me powerless in a vice of immobility.

He spoke to me through the haze of depravity that surrounded us “Oh, surely you not frightened by seeing my prick ... come on, you’ve seen mine, lets have a look at that cute receptacle of yours, eh.”

I shuddered, he was insane, he was utterly mad suggesting that I a sixteen year old school girl would deliberately bare my secret parts to his lascivious eyes, that I should offer myself for his depraved senses.

I stammered,” Y-- you, -- your insane I won’t do su--such a thing”, his index finger and thumb encircled the dangling roundness of his organ, and he slowly at first, then faster started to stroke the swelling rod of skin and muscle.

His eyes never left my face, I could feel the tension building inside me, feeling the overwhelming urgency compel me to watch his member rise, clasped by the friction from his finger and thumb to an enormous size, sticking up from the hirsute growth of his stomach like an angry red poker.

He gave it a few fast jerks that pulled the loose dark skin back from the satiny head then said “There--there take a look at that, lovely prick, ain’t it, big and thick, big enough to fill your little cunt, thick enough to make you cum six times to my one, big and thick girlie, big and thick and so nice to fuck you and have shoved up your hot little belly, eh?”

His words were so crude, words I had heard in the school playground but never from a grown man, telling me what he wanted to do to me, prick, fuck, cunt, words that strangely I repeated to myself, strange but staring some thing inside of me, exciting me.

My thighs were sticky, I could feel the wet ooze from between my swollen lips, trickling down the itching flesh of my inner thighs. I wanted to scream and run away but some mysterious power held me there, I could feel the stirring inside my body, feel the pounding of my heart inside my heaving young breasts, feeling the wetness of my genitals urge me to seek some form of release for the discomfit his ugly, yet strangely, beautiful organ had produced inside me.

His voice was now softer almost pleading now as he asked me,” Are you going to let me see your little den, don’t you want to touch my cock ... like this?”

His hand was hot and firm as he took mine, guiding my palm along the hardness of his erection, I felt the hot flesh burning away my resistance, I felt the smooth swollen helmet swell even more as he closed my palm over the huge circumference of his rod.

He surged forward into my encircling hand until the loose skin of his testicles was pressed against me, I shivered.

This was the first time I had ever held a man’s organ in my hand and the sensation was delightful, I gave in to the urge and fondled the entire length and width of that strong bow, I felt along it from the little hole spotting the bloated head down to the curving stem and down to the testicles so full of pleasure for a woman.

His hands caressed my arms, then up to my shoulders, his voice cooing gently as he began to unbutton my blouse.

“There now, back and forth again back and forth along it ... ah, that’s lovely, you like feeling my prick, don’t you? no don’t stop, I’ll feel your tits for you and you will soon want it shoved into your little wet nest.”

The cool air brushed my naked breasts as he threw back my blouse, I felt weak, dirty, here I was, a virgin, letting this filthy man bare my breasts as I caressed his hard penis for him, listening to his licentious gasps of joy as he took hold me and sank to the grass with me beside him.

He leaned over me, his eyes fixed on the swellings of my maturing breasts.

“So lovely, so lovely” he sighed as his hands found them.

I shivered, a fire streaking through my chest, filling my breasts with emotion, sinking shafts of burning passion into my loins.

My hands now sought his body, both wrapped around the hardness of his penis, seeking to bare the secrets of that mighty instrument., I rolled the flesh back and forth,

I stroked the swollen bulges of his testicles, I caressed the ridged underside of the stem and I felt the tide of desire wash and bathe me in it’s beautiful ebb, his fingers rolled the tips of my nipples, they needed the turgid points into seething nubs of lust, they cupped and fondled the twin mounds of smooth flesh.

He bent over me and the heat of his breath was an ember that raised my nipples to a pulsing test of fury, his lips caressed the firm tips and his mouth opened and took a delighted teat into the moist cavity, sucking and licking the little cherries, I was moaning strange phrases that sent him into a frenzy of action.

“Ohhh yes, again, lick it again, suck the left one now--- ahhh, bite me, no NO!! not too hard ohhh, ahhh it’s wonderful, feel them both, feel them”, I couldn’t keep still, I writhed on the grass, my loins ached for his hands and soon had their prays answered.

Unable to stop, I lay on my back, my hips twisting out of control, my legs thrashing wildly, his hands felt their way down my sides, stroking the skin, causing goose pimples to rise.

He fumbled at the buttons holding my skirt, when loosened, he unzipped the side. I wanted to yell, to tell him to stop but the sensation of desire filled me and wanted him to hurry to his target, I knew what he wanted, knew where he would touch me, knew what was about to happen.

His hands caressed the flesh of my hips as he pushed down the clinging skirt and I felt my hips rise, my buttocks lift as I helped him undress me.

He grunted, his mouth sucked on a flaming nipple, I shuddered delightfully as I felt the skirt fall uselessly about my knees and his hand move over the silken covering of my panties, over the wet silk to ... I felt the hand of doom use me then, I felt the hand heavy on the satiny velvet of my groin and I breathed faster, I was under the spell of lust and I didn’t want to be freed.

His fingers traced a hurried line along the wet lips that pouted and blossomed under his touch, I thrust up to meet his fondling, I threw my thighs apart and he caressed the wetness where my vagina poured forth it’s lubricating fluid for his final act.

He tugged at the elastic topped briefs and down they came, I grasped his huge penis even tighter, furiously stroking it, rubbing on the polished surface of the gland.

He jerked and his satiny hood penetrated the encircling protection of my palm and jabbed at the soft flesh of my thigh.

The contact was my undoing, the heat of the bulging tip on the tender skin of my thigh had me wild with desire, I rolled and twisted and my briefs slipped down my legs.

Kicking skirt and panties off, I opened my legs and panted, “Now, feel it, feel it all over, rub the button till I cum off, oh, you lovely lovely thing, make me go off”.

His mouth left my breasts and pressed on my lips, his tongue a hot dart that snaked into my mouth, caressing my tongue, building fires that would never cease to flame inside me, as we kissed his fingers worked down through the sparse velvety tufts of hair covering my prominent mound.

I shuddered as the first finger tip entered the top rim of my crack, then he was spreading open my wet lips, his fingers probing down to the furnace of my vagina, through my swollen and itching lips.

As he passed the button of pleasure, he paused and rubbed it bringing a gasp of pleasure from me, a pleasure I had known many times in the darkness of my bed as I had stroked myself to orgasm, imagining what I was now having done to me.

I ached my body to his hands and felt him searching the moist interior of my lips, opening the entrance to love with experienced skill.

I moved the head of his penis closer, rubbing the head on the short curls that covered my vagina, I wanted to feel the thing boring into me where his fingers now sank deep into the voluptuous orifice that poured forth a steady stream of sticky fluid on his hand.

His penis was throbbing in my hand and I listened to his panting with joy, his body jerked madly at me as he worked his fingers in and out and around and about inside my orifice as his mouth kissed me feverishly.

He groaned, “I must have you now, open your legs while I get on you, oh baby, your a hot little fuck, I’ll fill you with spunk and make you cum good”.

He clambered clumsily over me, kneeling between my raised and spread legs, I felt his weight fall on me, crushing the breath from my lungs, his hand took his prick away from me and I felt the hot hood slipping along the entire length of my crack, as it rubbed my clitoris I opened wide the gates of heaven, I gasped loudly “Yes, yes, put it into me “NOW”.

He moaned and I felt pain, pain that made me scream as the burning thickness of his member forced me open, thrusting savagely into the tightness of my vagina, I screamed again, “No ... no!, don’t do it, your killing me, it hurts too much, STOP, NOOOO!”