Lost Virginity by subhajit.bhar123
Dive into the tantalizing world of “Lost Virginity” by subhajit.bhar123, where desire intertwines with longing in an unforgettable journey of passion and exploration. Discover the thrills of first experiences and awakenings that will leave you breathless. Embrace the heat and let your imagination run wild—this is one adult story you won’t want to miss!
My name is Polly. I’m 17 years old and I want to tell you about something that happened to me an about 2 years ago.
When I was still quite young and just coming to terms with the changes that puberty was bringing about, I experienced something that would change my life forever. It happened like this…
It was a glorious summer day and it was the last day of term. I was on my way home from my school, which was about 2 miles from where I lived. Sometimes I would catch the bus that went to my village but this day I decided to walk across the fields, which would bring me out behind my house. It was such a wonderful day I fancied the fresh air.
After I had been walking for a few minutes, I noticed the sky growing dark. Looking up, I could tell there was a storm on its way. I had not expected this, and had not brought a coat. All I had on was my thin white school blouse and my short grey skirt. It was too hot for tights and I’d not put a vest on (My boobs weren’t big enough for a bra yet).
I was a very shy girl. All my school friends had started growing breasts way before me and were talking about boys all the time, who they’d kissed and who they’d let grope them. I’d never even had a kiss yet, all the boys wanted girls with big boobs, not me and not me.
I was ashamed of my tiny boobs and dreaded the thought of being rained on and my blouse going see-through. The embarrassment would kill me if I had to walk into my house with my boobs showing through my top. My brother would really make fun of me then! So, I started to run, but as I did the sky opened and huge drops of rain started to fall from the sky. As I felt the first few drops hit my bare arm, my heart fell.
I looked around for somewhere to hide. My blouse was already wet, so I decided I’d have to find somewhere sheltered to dry out before I could go home. About 100 metres away there was a big old tree, with branches that came right down to the ground and thick leaves. That looked perfect.
I pushed the branches apart and entered the gloomy light underneath. As my eyes started to grow accustomed, I realised there was someone else there. I recognised him as one of the older boys in the village. He was always hanging out on the street corners, he was a bad piece of work, or so my mum said. I turned right around to go back, but he called out to me.
‘Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you mate. Take cover with me for a while.’
I could hear the rain outside, and he sounded genuine, so I turned back and sat down with him. I had totally forgotten my blouse must have been totally see-through by now. He offered me a cigarette, but I refused. Then he said something strange.
‘I can see right through your blouse, you know. I can see your tits…if that’s what you call them.’
I flinched and put my arms over my chest to cover up.
‘Don’t do that, I want to look at them.’ He said, tugging at my arms. I resisted and tried to stand up, just to get away from this horrible man.
‘You’d better not start any trouble, or you’ll be sorry little girl,’ he snarled at me, making me jump, ‘sit back down here and show me your tits.’
A wave of terror washed over me. What did he want from me? Why was he doing this? I was scared to do anything that would upset him. I thought he would kill me if I refused, so I sat back down.
‘Take off your blouse.’ He ordered.
I could feel myself flushing, my face must have been scarlet as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. He shouted at me to hurry up, so I finished undoing my blouse and held it open so he could see the tiny bulges and small pink nipples on my chest. He stared at them for a little while, making strange little noises, then I started to do up my top again, getting up to go. I’d done what he wanted, now I was so ashamed of myself, I just wanted to go home.
‘Not so fast little lady, now I want to see the rest. Take all your clothes off now, I want to see you naked.’
‘But I don’t want to, you’ve seen my tits, please let me go home.’ I pleaded.
At this, the man pulled out a knife from in his boot and pointed it at me.
‘You had better do as you’re told missy, one more wrong move and I’ll cut your pretty little face to shreds, now get naked.’
I was petrified. Every muscle in my body was quivering with fear, but I knew I had better do it. I thought back to the girl they found out here a couple of years ago, her throat cut and naked. I wondered if I would be next. I figured I’d better do as he says and hope it will all be over soon.
I reached around and undid the clip on my skirt. Kneeling up, I unwrapped it and put it down in front of me. Underneath I had a pair of thin white panties with little pink flowers on. I felt so embarrassed about my little girl appearance and so ashamed of my dirty behaviour that I almost cried, biting my lip as tears started to well in my eyes.
‘Get those knickers off, then. Let me see your little pussy.’
I had only started puberty a year before, later than all my friends and had heard them talk about how much hair they had there, but I still only had really wispy hair down there that was just sort of downy and fluffy. I cringed at the thought of showing this man how immature I was, but I had to do as he said. I slowly peeled my knickers down to my knees, kneeling in front of him, feeling his eyes looking me up and down.
‘Well, you’re just a little girl’, he said, ‘I think I’d better teach you how to be a woman.’ With that he started to move towards me. I couldn’t really work out what he meant at the time, but I didn’t like the sound of it one bit. I decided to make a run for it, it was my only chance.
I stood up and turned, making a run for the open, away from this monster, but I’d forgotten my knickers. They were still around my knees and they tripped me up, flat on my face. Before I could get back up, he was on me, grabbing me and flipping me over onto my back. I tried to scream but before I could take a breath he had his hand over my mouth and nose, stopping me from breathing. He held the knife to my throat.
‘Make one sound and you’re dead.’ He threatened. I believed him.
He took off his belt and strapped it around my wrists, holding my arms above my head. Looking around he found a thick stick and drove it into the earth, through the buckle, pinning me down.
He took a step back, looking me up and down. I saw him unzip his flies and start rubbing his dick in his trousers. He told me how he liked my ‘cute little body’, rubbing himself all the while. After a minute or two of this, he asked me, ‘how old are you?’, ‘nearly sixteen’, I lied. ‘Have you ever fucked a boy before?’ ‘NO!’ I said, ‘never.’ He carried on, ‘ever done anything with a boy?’ ‘Like what?’ I really didn’t know what he meant. ‘Ever seen a boy’s cock, that’s not family?’ he asked, ‘No.’ I admitted.