Discarding my virginity

Let us be very clear, I did not lose my virginity; that has always implied a certain carelessness to me, and there was nothing careless about my first time. No, my first time was very much deliberate; I actively discarded my virginity.

As I’ve mentioned before, I did it for the first time a couple of weeks after my 15th birthday. There was no real significance to the timing; I didn’t deliberately wait until I turned 15, it’s simply that this was the first opportunity that presented itself. My boyfriend at the time and I already had a pretty active sex life and had had so for several months; the only thing absent from that sex life was actual penetrative sex. It was an omission I became increasingly keen to rectify.

It wasn’t that I felt under any pressure to get rid of my virginity, although a couple of my friends had already dispensed with theirs, it was simply that I wanted to experience it. I knew what it felt like to have a vibrator up me, I knew what it felt like to have my fingers up me, I even knew what it felt like to have someone else’s fingers up me, having experienced that from my boyfriend and my best girl friend, but I wanted to feel his cock (or, if I’m being completely honest, any cock) inside me. I knew what it felt like in my mouth, but in the same way that sucking your thumb feels nothing like sucking a cock, I imagined that being fucked by his cock would feel nothing being fucked by my, or his fingers.

The opportunity arose because on that particular Saturday both his parents were at work, and we would have his house to ourselves.

It all started of in what had become a familiar pattern; lying on his bed, kissing and cuddling, with quite a lot of groping and fondling. At a certain point, he got my top off and started lavishing attention on my boobs. Thereafter, I proceeded to suck him off, being rewarded with a lovely thick load of cum, which I hungrily swallowed down.

Pausing only to catch his breath, and to get me out of my jeans and knickers, he went down on me and ate me to a couple of shuddering climaxes that were intensified, in part, by the anticipation of what would happen next.

As my cunt spasmed around his fingers and my clit thronged in response to his tongue, I asked him if he was hard again. When he informed me that he was, I responded by saying, “Good, because I want your cock inside me.” The wolfish smile he gave me in return was almost enough to make me come again.

As he positioned himself above me, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it woulld feel like. I had a pretty good idea that images of cascading waterfalls and fireworks were a load of guff; I’d had enough orgasms without experiencing such imagery to know that wasn’t going to happen.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded and felt myself growing even moister as the head of his cock pressed against me. He slid into me slowly but easily. It was obvious he was enjoying feeling his cock being engulfed by my cunt as much as I was enjoying the sensation of him slowly filling me.

It felt good, I felt wonderfully, deliciously full. His cock was so much thicker and fuller than anything that I had ever had up me before. I had expected it to hurt and was pleasantly surprised that it didn’t; just a slight discomfort and a lovely feeling of being stretched and filled.

As he moved inside me, slowly at first, but with steadily increasing pace, I opened my eyes and saw him smiling down at me. “Harder,” I said, “You can go a bit harder.”

He picked up the pace, pulling out and thrusting in, his body colliding with mine, slamming against me with every stroke.

Suddenly, his face contorted, his body went stiff. He groaned: “Shit! Fuck! Morag! Fuck!” (or something equally as coherent and eloquent) as his cock erupted inside me. I felt the warmth of his cum inside me as he slumped on top of me. As his cock slipped out of my cunt and I felt his cum trickle out of me.

I didn’t come; I didn’t care. I had been fucked and it had been good. The second time we did it, later that afternoon was better still. Practice, as they say, makes perfect, and while we never achieved perfection in the time that we were together, the sex continued to get better and increasingly satisfying.

All in all, it’s fair to say, I enjoyed my first time.

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7 thoughts on “Discarding my virginity

  1. Indigo January 9, 2019 / 00:55

    Oh the “magical” threshold – I can barely remember mine. I’m sure it was much less orgasmic than yours, but I do remember the months of making out, fingering,etc and the idea of practice making perfect…


  2. Marie Rebelle January 9, 2019 / 11:30

    I don’t remember my first time as vividly as you yours, but I do know that it was a conscious choice too… one I hoped would leave me pregnant…
    Thanks for sharing your first time!

    Rebel xox


  3. Molly January 10, 2019 / 20:27

    Love this… Mine was definitely a fairly disasspointing experience that left me wondering what all the fuss was about. But like you I did want to find out and was happy to not be a ‘virgin’ any more. I did eventually discover what all the fuss was about mind you and have been addicted ever since



  4. @F4TFriday March 22, 2019 / 14:51

    It may have been a deliberate discarding, but I think it definitely still qualifies as a “loss” for the purposes of this prompt, and it certainly was a significant one… 😉


  5. Brigit Delaney June 6, 2021 / 18:14

    It seems like that boy was taught right in a lot of ways. He was attentive to your needs, asked for your assurance, and fucked you like you wanted.

    I agree that “losing your virginity” is a poor choice of words. losing it seems careless at best and like rape at worst. I’m not even sure if “giving it away” is a better way to say it. It’s not like it was a gift (though maybe it felt like one to him). It just was. And putting so much pressure on it (giving it, getting it, losing it…whatever) can ruin the experience. Maybe we should say we let our virginity be or set it free. That seems much more liberating.


    • Mòrag NicEanraig June 7, 2021 / 14:43

      In away, we were lucky in that we were as inexperienced as each other and we were sharing the same journey; it made it easier for us to take each step.

      I’m not sure what a better expression would be. I absolutely did let him have my virginity, and he willingly took it when offered (as I took his), but I couldn’t say that I gave it away and, as I say in the post, I absolutely did not lose it.


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