Hello readers; my name is Emily, and I want to tell you my story, about how I reached this point in my life. Some of you will say I am weird, some will even say kinky or depraved; but you can think what you like, and I will just tell my story. I am not trying to say all the rest of you are wrong and I am right; it is just right for me, the way I live my life. I hope you enjoy my story.
I am 5'6" and skinny; not skinny, skinny; just skinny slender. I have brown shoulder length hair, a 36D bust, blue eyes and I have a great, natural tan and I am now 20 years old. At school I am on the swimming team and I enjoy an active sporting life, which keeps me in good condition. I always feel best when wearing little or no clothing when I can, but even when I go out or to school, I usually wear skimpy skirts and tops, and usually I just wear a thong bikini underneath.
From the time I first began to develop I would get much attention from all the guys at my school, as well as when I walked around my local town. I was not really what you would call a 'prick-tease' or a slut, but I felt comfortable in how I dressed, and I did enjoy all the attention I received from the guys. I was never without at least one guy trying to get me to go out with him, but at the time I felt like I was not ready, or interested in guys that much.
Just after I turned 18 a guy from school would not take no for an answer, and he persisted in hanging around with me, always offering to carry my books and open doors for me. It was very flattering at the time, and slowly he wore me down and I agreed to go out on a date with him. He took me to a small local café where we had a very nice meal and we chatted about ourselves; what we wanted from life, etc. Then he took me to the movies where we saw a horror flick.
As the film progressed I became scared and kept jumping with freight every time something bad happened. Seeing that I were scared, he put his arm around me and drew me close to him; all the time saying how he would protect me. It made me feel good as well as safe, knowing that I had nothing to fear. Each time I jumped, he would hug me closer to him, and eventually, with his arm around me, his hand would move slightly higher until it was touching the bottom of my breast. At the time I did not take a lot of notice, as I thought he had not even known where his hand was, but slowly he moved higher until he had his hand cupping my breast, and he was gently squeezing and rubbing it. It made me feel very hot and excited, so I let him continue.
The movie finished around 11pm, and as I did not have a curfew that night because my parents were away for the weekend, I agreed to go for a drive with him to the lake. I guess I should have known better, or at least been prepared for what was to happen, but I had thought of him as a nice guy and was not thinking clearly. Once we arrived at the lake, he took out a blanket and spread it near the water. We both sat down and he immediately began to kiss me. It shocked me at first, but slowly I got into the groove and accepted his kissing and returned them as well.
Soon his hands began to wander to my breasts again and his fingers were undoing the buttons in the front. I was going to stop him, but it did feel good, so I thought there could be no harm in us having just a little fun. After all, I was not a prude, and I had been thinking about sex and what it would be like, so why not go a little further now and see what it was all about? Once he had my dress opened at the front, he quickly began to cup my breasts in his hands, but this did not last long before he slid his hand around to the back and pulled the string of my bikini top. I was shocked at first, but preferring to go without a bra always made me feel so nice.
I guess what happened next was my own naïve fault, but with my lack of resistance, he took it to mean I had agreed to go further. He pulled my top away from my breasts and began to kiss and suck on them. I had never had anyone do this to me before, and it felt great. I started to kiss his neck as one hand ran through his hair and the other went around his back. After a few moments of kissing my breasts, he pulled away and undid his shirt buttons, and then removed it.
We went back to kissing and cuddling each other and after he had his fill of my breasts, he then moved his mouth lower and began to kiss his way down to my navel. I came alive and felt all tingly and did not want it to stop. He must have gathered my eagerness by my actions and moans, as he soon lowered his mouth and hands even lower. I was not prepared for his actions and as I tried to push him away from my nether regions, he sat up and asked me what the problem was. I explained that I was virgin and had not even considered going this far with him, but he said he only wanted to see me and to feel me, and that he would not do any more than I was comfortable with. I felt better, so I gave him permission to continue.
He moved me backwards until I was lying down and then he started to kiss me slowly, from my mouth right down to the start of my thong bikini briefs. I must admit that he made me feel good and I was getting a strange wet feeling between my legs, so I urged him to keep going. He moved his mouth lower until it was on the outside of my briefs and he was kissing my vagina. He would kiss there for a few moments and then work his way back up to my mouth, making sure to stop and kiss each of my breasts as he went.
I felt alive and was happy to accept his attentions, and I even did not complain when the next time he went back downwards, instead of kissing the outside of my briefs, he took the top in his teeth and slowly pulled them down to my knees. He then returned and gently let his tongue run across my trimmed vagina. The feelings he gave me were astounding. I arched my back upwards each time his tongue touched my outer opening.
Many more times he moved back up to kiss my lips, and each time he did this my legs would open a little so as to let him lie directly on top of me. I knew I was going further than I had even dreamed of going, but he was being so nice to me that I could not help it, and as well, he still had his pants on and had promised that he only wanted to kiss and touch me, so what harm could it do.
After almost 30 minutes of this, he had become more adventurous and had started to probe my vagina with his tongue a little. The feeling was great and I felt myself push up to meet his mouth each time he did so, as well as moaning to him how nice it was. Then next time he began his move up to kiss me, I did not want him to stop what he was doing, but he said to just be still and enjoy the attention. It was not until he his mouth was above mine and he lowered himself down and onto me that I realized what was happening.
Somewhere during that time he had slipped out of his pants and he was totally naked. As he lay down on me I felt his rigid penis poke at the entrance to my vagina. I screamed at him to stop; I told him I did not want to go any further and that he had promised me he would stop if I asked. I tried to push him away, but he just laughed.
"Don't be such a cock teasing bitch! You know you want me to fuck you, why else would you let me get you naked like this?" he laughed as he forced his cock into my vagina.
The pain was unbearable! I screamed at him to stop. I told him I was a virgin, but he just laughed and kept pushing his cock into me. I felt myself being torn apart; I felt his rigid cock hit my hymen, but he did not stop, he just pushed harder until I felt it pop. I began to cry as I scratched at his back and then his face, all the time trying to get him to stop, but he would not.
"Your cunt is so fucking tight, I can't believe how tight you are!" he groaned as he began to push in and out of me.
He was too strong for me, and his actions did not cease. The more I tried to fight him, the more he seemed to get excited.
"You are really enjoying this, aren't you? I can tell by the way you are moving. Guess you did not think that sex could be this great!" he mocked.
I could not believe it! He actually thought that I was enjoying the way he was forcefully taking me. The more I fought him, the more he thought I was enjoying it. It was then that I just gave up. I lay still and tried to control my tears and anger, and I let him have his way with me.
After a few more minutes of him pounding up and down on me, I heard him begin to grunt and soon he was yelling that he was about to cum. I almost died as I realized the consequences of this. Not wanting him to get me pregnant, the only thing I could think of was to get him somehow to cum outside of my vagina.
