Reading other people's stories and masturbating, I suddenly decided to write about myself. Here is my first opus - the story of how I was deprived of virginity.

We studied at the same institute. True, he is on a different faculty and on a course younger than me. We crossed in the same company, and it so happened that that evening he accompanied me home. I knew he was married. But he said that they have a bad relationship and they practically do not live with each other. We began to meet. I fell in love with him. We walked, went to the movies, kissed.

Somewhere in a month, my parents left for a few days with friends in another city, and I stayed at home alone. On this day, we met as usual. We went to the movies. Then he accompanied me. We stood at the door and kissed. It was snowing.

- Looks like my last trolley went away.

We were silent.

- Do you want me?

- Who is at your house?

- No one.

We went to the entrance. Called the elevator. He pulled me to him. The elevator doors opened, and a neighbor came out of it. We greeted her, and she gazed with curiosity.

We hadtily had dinner at home, took a bottle of champagne from home stocks, and settled in my room on the couch. He opened the bottle, filled the wine glasses. We drank. He hugged me and began to kiss, I responded to his kiss. He knocked me onto the couch and lay down beside me. His lips kissed me, and his arms hugged and stroked his chest, hips ... He unbuttoned my shirt and began to caress the nipples, which immediately strained and stood up. With the other hand, he found the clasp of my bra. Hook did not give in. Then he pulled me to himself, took off his shirt, and then pulled my bra over my head. We lay down again. I felt his palm penetrate my skirt and lay on my pubis. Fingers stroked panties that have become very wet. I lay and languidly watched him. He unbuttoned my skirt, and it swung open completely beneath me. I only had panties on. Pulling their edge, he let his fingers in and began to play with the pubic hair and push the labia.

“Lift up a little ass,” he whispered, and slowly pulled off my panties.

Everything. I lay naked in front of him, shamefully covering the lower abdomen with palms.

He sat on the edge of the couch and quickly undressed.

“Turn off the light,” I said. He got up, turned to the switch, and I saw him sticking up and slightly swaying member. There was a click, and it became dark.

He came back and lay down on top of me. I felt his excited cock, resting on my pubis. Here are his fingers pushing the lips that covered my entrance, and send a member inside. I trembled. His palms clasped my buttocks, pulled over. He made a push. Then another. And his dick entered ... It hurts! I screamed. He began to kiss me.

- You're so narrow ...

And continued pushes.

I hugged his neck. The pain passed, and was replaced by anxiety, “I became a woman,” flashed through my head. And spread her legs a little wider, she began to move her pelvis towards his movements. He intensified the tremors. The silence was broken by the creak of the sofa and the sopping sounds.

At one point, he shuddered and collapsed on me. I felt his dick shot at me with an elastic stream of sperm.

Then we silently lay nearby. His fingers stroked my chest and stomach.

When he got up and turned on the light, he saw blood.

- Are you a virgin? - he said in surprise.

- I was, - I smiled in response.

The surprise on his face was replaced by an expression of joy and contented vanity.

- For this you need a drink! - he said excitedly and filled the glasses with champagne. We drank. He drove me into the shower, where we repeated the experience.

Early in the morning he entered me half asleep once more and went home. His name was Olezek.