Yes, I'm a virgin

I do not know if the memory situations acquire different dimensions but I think this is not the case because, as Sometimes it happens, I’m living and recalling at the same time and everything matches.

I must confess that what I’m going to tell only is going for a week so that even in this narrative feel . traversed by disturbing and you feelings have to tell me if I have reason not to be shaken in this way.

I had accepted that birthday party Mauritius became my home because my Sister Claudia was too small to contain twenty boys and girls who were the guests, so the Saturday night everything was ready for the party.

It was about three in the morning when my sister came into my room and saw me he was still awake and dressed on the bed, trying in vain to hold the book in my hands, convinced me to come down to the room, because there were only our nephew and his best friend Paul whom I knew to be a regular guest of Mauritius.

And slightly fix my hair and giving me a quick approval in the mirror, down the stairs and following my sister when I was chatting happily and laughing at what the boys told about the incidents of the party.

Almost without realizing it, encouraged by a couple of drinks that the boys had given us, I was plunging into a captivating talk with them, leaving enveloped by the cheerful air of those guys 18 years, new entrants to college and whose youth seemed be contagious. They, in turn, seemed to feel important feeling that two mature women share them with such ease that encouraged by this situation we were invited to dance.

Music sounded, surround with its frenzied pace and suddenly I felt liberated and happy waving my shapely body and light to this young friend of the family who seemed to recognize distance age or status and danced with me as if I were a girl . more of the party was over and no woman thirty-five years

I must admit that what was happening I liked because somehow it brought me back to the very center of my conduct that believed forgotten. I had always been good for dancing and partying loved me.

So, no resistance whatsoever, rather I was pleased when the music became slow and melodic and Paul came to my body and I felt his arms around me and pulling me towards her body while my breasts hardly crushed against his diaphanous shirt .

I felt slightly reclined her head on my shoulder and lightly scented breath alcohol what made him appear as an older man.

Hearing the murmur of conversation that Mauritius held with his mother in the kitchen, I could give me that we were alone turning slowly in the middle of the darkened room.

I remember it was at that moment that I was aware of what was happening and perhaps from time to clearly perceived, with a sharpness that only touch can give, sustained and heavy pressure on my right thigh of what was undoubtedly the burning virility Paul.

For a moment I wanted to stop dancing and immediately put an end to the situation, but quickly realized what was happening the boy was a natural reaction, which I was perhaps giving a connotation that went beyond what accidental. So I calmed down and continued dancing as if nothing had happened.

But calm was not the word to describe what was happening to me, because a few minutes later had to admit he was disturbed not only by the fact of feeling there on my thighs, but that was natural because the characteristics of perception seemed to me really disturbing. The disturbing than the fact it was what I was seeing in every moment more clearly, was the moving member dimensions was deployed in all its splendor through the thin pants Paul. If I toward an appreciation of their size should recognize that it was clearly superior to any of my most passionate memories.

The boy seemed not at all appreciate the significance of the moment. He moved naturally humming the song that music and movements hinted there was nothing passionate or erotic, it was just a boy who danced with me pleasantly

I did not want to admit it at first, but the situation was so overpowering that should quickly accept that it was me who was keeping the situation, because there could have left at any time and end the dance. But my body would not obey me, my body had become independent of my mind and I let him do.

So I was brutally squeezing that boy on the most, I put my cheek to his, I did feel the presence of my insolent breasts on his chest I was released from his shirt, and what was worse, waving my pelvis in such So it allows me to travel the length of his cock in all its magnitude to break the slim trousers.

Perceived it as something special, then, appreciating its length and thickness, perception seemed terrifying, and finally this perception of fear mixed with a wild desire and a vision of impossible pleasures described

That was how I started moving sensually, adopting positions that allow us brazen friction, while continuing the steady rhythm of the dance so that he could accommodate his wonderful instrument to allow me feel pressing my belly and that the perception of its dimensions did wake in my heartbeat that had almost forgotten. He hugged me a feeling of almost unhealthy pleasure.

Thus, he had allowed the boy would make wonders on my stomach up and down, squeezing or so, transmitting to both a sensuality that in the twilight of the room, became almost maddening and when I was about to kiss suddenly Paul left me alone . disappeared with unusual speed toward the bathroom

A few moments while I was back to normal, my sister and my nephew made their entry into the living room of the house wondering Paul to which only answered distractedly gesturing sleep

Almost instantly Paul was back wearing his jacket and expressing his desire to retire giving the argument that it was too late.

He said goodbye with a kiss my sister and my nephew accompanied him to the door, but before he took leave of me with a soft kiss on the cheek could see the huge wet spot on his pant leg, sufficient evidence of the huge ejaculation . consequence of our feverish dance

It was a mixture of fever and obsession which invaded me these days. It was not a pure state of sexual arousal. I knew clearly distinguish because sometimes in my life had been in periods of heat in that longed for sex and in fact did. However this was totally different.

What actually happened was that I evoke dimensions Pablo member, I had felt had generated in me a kind of rebirth of the primary desire to be possessed by him, as if it meant that he had regained somehow my virginity because she was sure to get to have it come back to my mind and my life experienced such pain and serious destroyed again as if it had never been visited on my privacy before that. And time showed he was not wrong.

I think there is no point recounting here as it was that got Paul visited my home that Friday afternoon, but suffice it to say that I had had a drink. Not to encourage me, but to more fully enjoy the moment, although I must confess that some anxiety came over me.

The boy showed some confusion when arriving, for I

He had given a clear reason for his visit, but he had said he wanted to talk to him about a gift I wanted to give my nephew. Poor excuse certainly, but at that point I did not have any dependency logic.

I did go to my room and immediately asked if he remembered our dance that night to the face lit daring to take my hand.

From then on everything went rapidly.

We stood and hugged him as I could apegándome him immediately noticing his diabolical erection. Cherish her hair expert gestures and immediately came the rush of restless young male.

His open hand gripped my breast he could enjoy without problems and then to facilitate their operations assault, I strip her blouse, exposing at will my two monumental breasts.

Paul was entranced with my nipples changing his eager mouth from one to another as if afraid that some of them will escape. I let him do while looking anxious, how to open his pants I got at last amid the turmoil of unbridled and then passion first saw the monumental bulk of his slip stressed to despair by the force of erect member seemed desperate stir in the soft fabric cage.

Nimbly I let go of her skirt and now looked bare faced boy .. Then, as if that little cloth bother him with unusual speed came off of it and showed me finally the object of those anxieties, fears and fever that had populated my mind and my body especially on my last night.

Not to embrace Paul I went sliding down her body to her knees in front of him and I finally closer look. It was just indescribable, something that surpassed my fondest memories something that frightened me and attracted me without being able to separate from him.

His mouth began to open me almost involuntarily and went leaning towards that center of attraction to embrace hell with my lips. His unprecedented thickness and hardness and softness of your skin in my mouth unleashed all over my body an unbroken series of beats and my sex stirred as if he felt scared and wistful.

The powerful head of this amazing member, almost filled the space of my mouth and my tongue was relegated to the wings while I was moving rhythmically to suck it better. He felt it beating in my mouth and then I knew I would die if I did not hurry missing moments for the inevitable.

So he stood up and then I lay on the bed slightly raised knees and spreading her legs and while riding me with a decision of a mature man, I closed my eyes to wait resigned execution I myself had searched like crazy.

I felt his powerful head separating my labia majora, felt projected sideways, I felt that opened me uncontrollably, feeling that left me as expected at least kiss me, I felt I was tearing I learn that a burning breaststroke burned me, entered my unceremoniously, that filled all my corners, the walls of my tube would burst and increasing pain and sustained pleasure, were within my sex an amazing combination of excessive feelings.

He was immobilized, he could not shake legs or bowel movements, nor could bite his cock with my sex. He had taken me in an unprecedented way and kept pushing and I knew that was deeper than I ever thought and still going dragging with my past and all my virginity and when they had nothing more to give, because he had filled me to my origins, I dared to lower my hand to my sex just to verify that a significant chunk of its mast still expected traspasarme.

It was not possible, my uterus was the barrier for my pleasure and your daring. I was just waiting, waiting to come out.

But it did not come out. Beating, beating shaking up my walls and I knew what was coming. With my sex filled dilated and throbbing felt the brutal unloading and felt her orgasm filled me as never imagined and resisted the three powerful blows of his injecting me download and then began dating.

He had not lost consciousness, I was very close to it.

He stood waving his assailant member and dripping as the murderer in the air waving the knife with which has just completed its victim.

And the victim was me, his beloved victim, the victim happy his aching, throbbing victim at that time I stood up feeling drained rivers and mine and looking between my legs a disproportionate red cavern that was what was left of my previous history of women.