I’m Céline, 40 now, married with kids, sex life on fire. But back then, at 20, sex was dirty sin. Strict religious parents drilled it in. No touching myself, no boys. Showers got me tingling down there, but I’d stop cold. Dreams woke me soaked in shame.
Classmates partied, fucked, shared filthy stories. I listened, soaked it up, dressed like a nun: ankle skirt, socks, ponytail, no makeup. They used me for homework. Fine by me. Then Thomas hit. Biochemistry help in the library. His smile lit me up. Face flushed, pussy wet, tits itching. First real boy time.
The Awakening
Exams loomed. More sessions. His grins melted me. Saturday invite to his dorm? Heart raced. Lied to parents: helping ‘girls’. They approved, proud of my ‘Christian charity’. Friday night sleepless. Saturday, no lunch, legs jelly on bus stairs to room 315.
Door opens. Short hall to bedroom. Thomas naked on bed, hand on massive cock. Jaw drops. Bigger than textbook drawings. Bag falls. He grins: ‘Saintly girl turns me on hard.’ Grabs me, crushes lips, tongue invades. Cock presses my belly, rock hard.
Sits me on bed. Panties soaked through to ass. His dick inches from my face. Guides my hand. Can’t circle it. Hot, velvety. Up-down. His scent hits: pure man. Heart pounds. Alone now, stroking him. Head grabbed, mouth to glans. Suck. Salty pre-cum. Tongue swirls, licks shaft. He moans. Faster. Groans, floods my mouth. Thick ropes. Swallow, chin dripping. Finger scoops rest, suck clean. Clean his cock too.
Strip, he says. Pull off sweater—sperm stains already. Mom will notice. Doesn’t matter. Naked now. He sniffs my drenched panties: ‘Gonna eat that pussy.’ Lays me down. Kisses, sucks tits. Trembling. Hips buck. He dives: licks cunt wild. Legs clamp instinct. ‘Spread wide!’ Knees to chest, ass exposed. Tongue everywhere: clit, hole, rim. Electricity shocks me. Fingers probe.
The Act
‘No virginity loss!’ I gasp. First words. ‘Okay, other plans.’ On all fours. Licks ass, fingers pussy. Digit in anus: slides easy. Second. Stings but good. Lube from drawer. Cools my heat. Three fingers stretch. Pussy rubbed. Boom—orgasm rips, screaming.
Cockhead at hole. Pushes. Ring yields. Inch by inch. Burns. Full. Slow thrusts. Pain fades to pleasure. Moans escape. ‘Finger your clit!’ Guides me. Rub that nub. Double bliss. He pounds, grips hips. I howl. Pulls out, sprays back, ass. Lick it off.
Flash. Polaroid: gape anus, cum trail from wrecked hole. Souvenir. Masturbate to it still.
Shower, home. Ass itches for more. Dinner lie: ‘Girls want weekly.’ Mom beams. Bed: fingers tits, pussy, ass. Cum hard.
Saturdays: anal feasts. No pain, pure joy. Virginity later. Anal’s my peak forever. Thomas unlocked me.