First Love

They were walking in the meadow. Both were young. Today was her eighteenth birthday. She was sweet, pretty and very innocent. He was older, strong, handsome and not so innocent. They were laughing, running and dancing.

The sun was setting. A cool breeze was caressing the grass. They are happy, happy to be together. They sit down in a shady spot to catch their breath. He faces her. She looks up to him. He says something to her. She blushes and lowers her eyes. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly on the lips. She closes her eyes and enjoys his tender show of affection.

He gets bolder. He kisses her harder and more passionately. Oh, what is he doing she thinks he is trying to force his tongue into my mouth. At first she resists but when their tongues meet she likes it. They kiss wildly sucking each other's tongues and lips.

She feels his hand on her small mounts tenderly caressing and squeezing them. No, no he should not do that I must stop him. Yes but it feels so nice. Stop him. Stop him now says her mind. Let him continue what harm can he do. It feels so nice counters her body. I will stop him when the right time comes, she promises.

He presses her down on her back. They lie kissing. She savoring the new feelings with her eyes closed.

Suddenly she feels his mouth on her bare skin. She opens her eyes and finds he has opened her blouse and laid her breasts bare. He is kissing her hard pointed pink nipples. What is he going to do? Suddenly he takes one of them in his mouth and starts to suck it like a baby? Stop him now before it is too late advises her mind. I have never felt such wonderful sensation before. Please let him continue for some more time pleads her body. She closes her eyes to enjoy this new sensation.

What is happening? My thighs have become wet but why? How? Her mind seeks an answer. He has not touched them. While still struggling for an answer she feels the cool breeze hitting her thighs. Oh my god he has lifted my skirt. He is looking at my nakedness with lust in his eyes. The thought that he was looking at her nakedness, which she had concealed from the gaze of everyone for years, made her blush. What is he doing? Oh he is bending towards m.. my 'shame'.

My god he is kissing me there. No, no don't kiss me there. It is not right. Suddenly she felt his tongue flicking between her lower lips. Don't do that it is dirty. Oh it is dirty but also feels sooooo nice. Enjoy yourself as long as you can her body tells her.

Get off me. No I don't want it. This is what she wanted to tell him as she felt him on top of her but no words came. He has separated my legs and is fumbling down there with his fingers. What is he looking for? He has now separated the lips. Oh lord he is looking for m my my..... Stop him! He shouldn't! Oh he mustn't! I tell you.

This is your last chance otherwise it will be too late shouts her mind. But she couldn't hear it any more. Oh, oh he has found my...... What is this warm feeling? Oh he has placed his on mine. It is pressing for entry? It is his manhood. Stop! Stop please! Stop I don't want you to do this she cried beating her fists on his broad chest but again the words died deep in her throat and no sound came to her lips. It was already too late.

She had waited too long.

He pressed in. The swollen head of his member entered her virgin body. Oww it hurt. It is so big and thick. He will surely tear my body in two. I will die. She made another last ditch effort to stop him. Please let me go she begged and struggled trying to dislodge him. All this did not make any impression on him. He was mad with lust. Then came the merciless push. His hardness moved into her. AAAAAAAYYYYYIIIIEEEE she cried out with the excruciating pain she felt inside her. She felt something inside her being stretched and rendered.

She begged and pleaded with him to let her go but in answer he only shoved again and again till he was fully inside her. My god he is fully inside me now. Thank god I am still alive. The fires of pain were burning inside her. Tears were freely flowing from her eyes. Was it because of the pain she felt or was it a small tribute to her virginity, now a thing of the past? What is he doing? Pushing in and out but why? Why does he not leave me now? He has achieved what he wanted.

Please let me go she said but this was only wishful thinking, as it was not to be. He continued to push himself in and out of her. She was confused the fires of pain were dying out. A different type of fire was replacing them, the fire of pleasure and rising passion. She closed her eyes to live this new feeling more completely. Yes, yes this new feeling was very pleasant. Increasing with every in and out stroke of his big member.

Why does he not move faster? Yes faster and harder she wanted to shout. The intensity of her feelings was about to reach its pinnacle. She felt a sense of urgency in her. To hurry it up she raised her bottoms to meet his downward stroke only to be pushed back as he smacked into her body. She tried again and again. His strokes had become faster and harder. Yes, yes go on like this, hit me, hit me harder. The level of her reservoir was rising. It was nearly full. Ready to overflow at any moment now. His strokes got shorter and shorter. Her breath was now coming in gasps. She was panting and moaning loudly.

Then suddenly she felt jets of a warm liquid being squirted into her body. At this very moment her dam broke and her juices started to flow. There was no stopping them. She came. She came in torrents, like a stream flowing down a mountain in the rainy season. She just lay under him with her eyes closed, panting and moaning, enjoying this intense sensation she was feeling for the first time in her life.

She opened her eyes looked at his face bathed in sweat. She kissed him tenderly murmuring words of love in his ears. She had already forgotten all the pain she had endured and remembered only the pleasure he had given her body today.

Today it was her 'first time' but it will definitely not be the last time she promised herself. There is tomorrow and tomorrow and yet another tomorrow...

The end

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Dear friends love is surely many a splendor thing. Specially one's first love. Hope you enjoyed it as they did. In this small piece I have tried to catch the feelings of an innocent girl, who for the 'first time' experiences the pleasure of love. How have I done? Do send me your impressions. I would appreciate it. Till then. Take care. Your Sahebji

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