As I stand completely naked in front of you, I am not afraid; however, I’m extremely nervous.

You rise from the bed and, after turning me around to face you, you bring your hands to my shoulders.  Gently, you push me down onto my knees and, the moment my mouth is level with your cock my senses return in a rush.  My nervousness intensifies as I realize in a matter of moments, my virginity will be gone.  I know it’s going to hurt and now, I am afraid.

You guide your cock closer to my mouth, and as you press the mushroom-shaped head to my lips, you coat them with your pre-cum before sliding your cock in between.  Even though I’m equally afraid of your reaction, I silently acknowledge I need to tell you I’ve never done this before.  I reach up and, grasping your thick shaft with my shaking hand, I pull my mouth away and tell you I’m a virgin.

You’re not afraid of my revelation; on the contrary, you moan loudly and begin to slide your cock inch by inch back inside my mouth.  As your cock enters my throat, I’m embarrassed as I gag, yet you moan again.  Your hands reach under my arms and lift me up, and then you gently push me back onto the bed.

Spreading my legs wide, you crawl between them and then, after spreading my pussy lips with your fingers, you bury your mouth and tongue between my wet folds.  As you flick and suck on my hard nub, I watch you insert your finger into your mouth.  The next moment, that same fingertip begins entering my tight, virgin hole.  I am neither concerned nor afraid of this as it isn’t your cock; however, I feel an intense, searing pain when you thrust your finger deep inside me.

I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming and feel tears forming in my eyes.

You apologize as you crawl up my body and, bringing your lips to mine, you slide your tongue into my mouth.  I feel your hand between us and knowing your cock is about to enter me, I stiffen; but, as you slowly squeeze your cock inside me, I feel only slight discomfort instead of pain.

No longer afraid, I begin to relax and notice the feeling of something building up deep from deep within me.  At that moment, I remember my curfew and ask you for the time; instead of telling me, you begin licking, sucking, and biting my neck.  I silently agree and remind myself I’m on vacation.  Fuck my curfew…my family and Oliver Twist can wait!

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