He was controlling himself, but I could feel him tensing as he started to near his climax, he moved his lips to mine, and holding me in a long kiss, pushed his tongue into my mouth, backwards and forwards, in time with his by now very vigorous pelvic thrusts.
The bed was rattling loudly, I could feel my belly and breasts, moving up and down in time with our motion, my nipples brushing against his chest, his light body hair rubbing against my skin, my hips moving backwards and forwards in time with his.
I felt as though every inch of me was hypersensitive, and I could feel every movement, hear every sound, clearly, his deep breaths, his groans as he held out, my moans had turned into high pitched squeaking, we were getting close to his climax, and I wondered what it would be like for me.
Suddenly he couldn’t hold it any longer, nature was too powerful for him to defy, he struggled frantically, his back arching, his head thrown back, he pushed in as deep as he could, his thrusts coming to a sudden stop, I gripped his shoulders hard, digging my fingers into his muscles.
He gave a long loud deep throated groan, as he pulled his penis back and ejaculated deep inside me, I felt his shaft ripple and his tip pulse, as a very hot profuse stream of semen flooded my vagina, I’d never felt anything like it before, so I hadn’t known what to expect, but it felt wonderful.
He pumped semen again several times, each one closer to the last, I could feel his seminal fluid leaking from my vagina, dripping down in thick rivulets across my bottom, and onto the towel.
Malcolm slowed to a stop, and collapsing on top of me, went into his ‘little death,’ we lay there motionless, his weight pressing me into the firm mattress, I could feel him shrinking inside me, but still cherished the sensation of being full and complete.
He moved off me, and kissed me, softly and gently, running his fingers through my hair, he held me close, as the emotions swept over me, deep sobs came from my chest, as I cried and cried uncontrollably at my loss of innocence.
The sex between us had seemed like a long time, but it was only about 15 to 20 minutes, he had pierced me, broken me, it had hurt, but he had changed me from a girl to a woman, and had done so with such care, gentleness, and patience, that I would always have those beautiful moments to remember.
We sat up, I felt like a broken doll, my leg as were weak, and my pussy was stinging, Malcolm got off the bed, and put his arm around me to help me up, and supported me until I got my strength back.
I looked back at the bed, the towel was stained with my blood, not much, maybe a tablespoon full, but it looked like a lot more.
The wetness between my legs, his semen, my fluids, and a slight trace of blood, ran slowly down the inside of my thighs.
He helped me into the bathroom, ran one of the taps on the pair of sinks, and handed me a facecloth, I soaked it in the water and gently washed between my legs, my vulva and labia, and my bum, soothingly taking away all of the liquids.
I was still bleeding slightly, but it was only a light trace, but I was sensitive to the touch of the cloth, and my pubis felt a bit bruised an swollen, with my pussy still a bit sore.
Malcolm washed his penis and sack, rinsing the traces of blood off, while watching me with a little concern at my discomfort.
He said, “It’s normal to be sore like that, after all, you are small and tight, and you’ve done something down there you’ve never done before, but it will ease down, you’ll slowly heal, and in a few days you’ll start to feel comfortable again.”
“It’s all right, it’s not as bad as I thought it would feel, and it feels better now that I’ve bathed myself, and I feel clean.”
He smiled, knowing that I was hiding the discomfort from him, putting on a brave face to spare his feelings.
“Was it alright for you, I didn’t hurt you too much?” He asked.
“Yes, it was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced, it was lovely, really lovely, thank you for that, you’ve made me into a woman.”
“You’re still a girl though, as you get older you’ll find yourself on an adventure of sexual discovery over the next few years, but once you get your experience and find out what you like, you’ll be fine.”
We went back to the bed, Malcolm took the towel off the mattress, the stain hadn’t gone through to the sheet, he took it into the bathroom, then came back with a fresh one, folded it and placed it on bed.
“Just in case you bleed a bit more, you’ll feel comfortable knowing it’s there.”
“Thank you.”
I stood there, shivering, small, pale, naked, tired, and still very emotional.
We lay down again, and held each other close, Malcolm stroked me, his hands gently smoothing my back, and running his fingers through my hair, whispering soft secret things into my ear, I was still crying a bit, as the hormones subsided, but eventually we both fell asleep.
I woke with a start, it was 5am, and I needed to get back to the house before my parents arrived home, I looked at him, lying naked next to me, and I felt strong desire rise in my lower body.
They say that there’s nothing more carnal than a recent virgin, and I found truth in that, I ran my hand down his lower stomach, and held his penis, pulling his foreskin back, I felt him stiffen between my fingers.
He woke looking at me, surprise in his eyes, he reached for me and kissed me.
I said, “I have to go soon, but I want to feel you in me again before I go.”
“But aren’t you still sore?”
‘Yes, but I want a quick, hard, dirty fuck, something to remember you by while I’m away.”
He looked startled, I don’t use strong language very often, so it was quite a shock for him to hear it from me, but I think my talking dirty, with a thick husky voice really turned him on.
I lay back, and he mounted me, quick, hard, fast and vigorously, it hurt at first but it wasn’t so bad that I couldn’t cope with it.
It was over in minutes, his eyes bulged, and his mouth opened wide as I drained him, but it was really good, we lay there afterwards, chests heaving, covered in sweat, catching our breath, and laughing at ourselves.
“I have to go, I have things to do before my mum and dad get home.”
“It’s alright, I understand, but when you come home for the summer, I hope you’ll come over to see me again.”
“You won’t be able to keep me away, I want more of you, I want you to do things to me, special things, I want you to teach me as much as you can, and for as often as you can stand fucking me.”
“God, July can’t come soon enough.”
I quickly washed myself again, and looked for my clothes, my panties, and bra were on the chair, looking very white but a bit forlorn, I pulled them on, the material stretched to a snug fit, I pulled on the sundress, and we went downstairs to the hall.
I put on my tennis shoes, reached up and kissed him goodbye, went to my car, started the engine, and pulled out of his drive, he watched me go, and I left him there, as i drove back home, it was 6am when I went in through the front door.
I stood there thinking of what I had to do, but I felt comforted that I was still carrying his semen, a little bit of him inside me.
I took a quick shower, put on fresh light cotton underwear, and put my clothes from yesterday into the washing machine, together with other whites from the laundry basket, and remembering to take my pill, I checked the strip to make sure I hadn’t missed a day, it had become important now.
I checked the panties first, but there was no blood in the gusset, I felt quite relieved, but I still put wet salt on them and let them soak for half an hour before putting them into the wash.
I wore an old loose blue gingham sleeveless dress, so I felt cool, and had freedom of movement, I still felt slightly sore from the previous night, every now and again, when I stretched or moved my hips, there was a slight twinge of pain.
My parents were due home at around 12 midday, so I started to get lunch ready, peeling potatoes, and trimming fine beans, putting them into saucepans, and placing them on the hob.
I prepared some lamb leg steaks, soaking them in Japanese rice wine, then rubbing rosemary into the meat, I laid them in the roasting tray, covered it in foil, and placed it into the lower of the two ovens.
Once everything was ready, it was just a question of turning the cookers on when they arrived home.
The washing machine finished, I unloaded it, and took the clothes out to peg on the rotary dryer, we have a tumble dryer, but if the weather was nice, we preferred to dry it outside on the line, with the conditioner it always had that fresh smell to it, and it was easier to iron.
I stood by the kitchen sink, washing the utensils I’d used, and idly dreamed about the time I’d had with Malcolm, feeling his presence within me, I was getting some movement deep inside, as my cervix seemed to be dipping down into the top of my vaginal canal, though I thought I probably imagined it, and it was just residual feelings.
I thought to myself that I must shake this lack of concentration off, I didn’t want my parents to suspect anything, particularly my dad, I was still his little girl and he would have been upset if he’d found out.
Suddenly there was a rush outside, as the taxi arrived, I opened the door and let them both in mum and dad bustled in, dad taking the small suitcase upstairs to their room, they were both dressed casually and had clearly enjoyed the evening together.
I asked her, “did you both have a good time?’
‘Yes, the dinner dance was very glamorous, and the hotel was really luxurious, your dad and I had a great time, it was nice to spoil each other a bit.” She winked at me, and her eyes said everything.
I raised an eyebrow at her, sharing a conspiratorial smile, and catching her eyes in return.
Mum, looked at me with a little concern on her face, but said nothing for the moment. Dad came downstairs, gave me a hug, and said, “everything all right, you weren’t lonely?”
“No, I was fine, I had an early night anyway.”
Not quite a lie, but there was actually an element of truth to what I’d said, and it seemed to suffice for them.
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