My Long Beginning - Part One

This is part of my story. I've already mentioned that, perhaps because it depicts strange and real experiences in my pre-adolescence years, this is a long one, as without the details I think it would be more like an ordinary tale (and not history). If you are looking for explicit and implausible shenanigans don't read them.
I'm the first of five children: three girls and two boys. I was always reserved, very much on my own. Since childhood, I preferred to stay in boarding schools all the time. I thought that no one would like me. I found out it was smart, and started using that to win over my classmates.
In sixth grade we moved to Balneário Camboriu, right in the middle of the year. For those who are at school it's a bag! I spent four years in this city. There I made more friends and started letting myself loose... just a little bit.
At the age of fifteen I became an interesting teenager, as people used to say because I had become slender with a defined waistline rolling thighs protruding breasts with pinkish nipples green eyes and many freckles on my nose....rs My first boyfriend was a boy who studied with me. A cute one he was blond dark-eyed slightly skinny and quite tall for his age childhood sweetheart...he was also the first person I kissed ...I would leave class and right after lunch I'd go over to his house to study and date His name was Paulo and he was only a year older than I, though already appearing to be an eighteen-year-old youth.
One day we were studying at his house and ended up alone because his mother had to go out for some shopping. We both sat on a coffee table near the kitchen, it was summer time and I still wore my school uniform as I went straight home from college but he'd changed clothes wearing surfer shorts, slippers and white T-shirt. That's when, out of distraction, I dropped my pen on the floor underneath the table and bent down to pick it up. As soon as I did so, I confess that I got a fright because I could see Paul with his penis erect inside those shorts which looked more like an armed tent. I admit that this situation at first shocked me but also made me very curious.
I tried to continue writing, but couldn't concentrate on my notebooks anymore and Paulo who had been sitting in front of me until then changed his position. He sat next to me at the table. Already beside me, he put his left hand over my right hand for a moment. His act made me super apprehensive, which was not supposed to be because we had already kissed before. There, at that time, he stroked my hand and took it from underneath the table making me touch his legs. Then he put it on his shorts, until I could feel her leaning against the member that remained erect inside. I wanted to remove it but he wouldn't let go and gradually I gave in and ended up touching him over the fabric itself, feeling him pulsate within. It finally moved me and soon my hand was already inside those shorts. I could sense his penis stiff and hot in my hand. This was my first contact with the carnal outside world. If he twitched when I held him firmly in my hands. I did not have the courage to bend down under the table and look at this. But I was enjoying grabbing it, and the twitching just kept getting worse with my touch. So then I started to pull it up and down, and after a little while I felt this warm sticky liquid dripping through my hand -- thin and white but kind of hot -- and then I saw that he calmed down and actually pulled my hand away from there.
Then he put his penis away and went to the bathroom, and I wiped my hand with a cloth that was on top of the kitchen sink. He was still in the toilet when I heard a noise at the street door which is at the beginning of the staircase leading up to his apartment and shortly afterwards I heard someone knocking at the kitchen door. It was his mother coming back from the street. So I took advantage of her arrival, collected all my school supplies and left without even saying goodbye to him.
At home no one knew anything. Every time I arrived, it was a joke that he carried with him. When my father came back on Friday (he traveled a lot), my mother made the full report. Those were the only times my father beat me. That day I stayed very thoughtful in my room because I could not get out of my head what had happened at Paulinho's house. If anyone found out about this, especially my parents, I think they would die.
The next day I didn't even have the courage to go to school for fear of meeting him. Since it was already Friday, I pretended to be sick and stayed at home. My mother became worried about my sudden illness and a friend went so far as to say that I would start dehydration, recommending that I drink plenty of fluids. As I had no fever, I spent the weekend drinking many ice creams specially released for me....rs
It was hard to face the Monday at school and have to deal with it afterwards. I spent all weekend just thinking about that awful hour, but I did. Or rather, I had to go. I gathered up courage, put on my high-school uniform and went back to life again despite this misfortune of mine. Even though we were studying in the same classroom, I didn't have the courage to talk to him, who soon realized this. He tried to get close to me all the time, but that day we never spoke to each other. Raquel, a friend of ours who sometimes also went to Paulinho's house came and asked me if we had quarreled and I told her no. I just said that my mother did not like this friendship with him because it already seemed dating and I was not old enough for it. For fear she would say something to my father, I was avoiding talking to him, Paulino. That is all. At the time, she appeared to have understood me but soon returned to find me bringing his message, which at any cost wanted to talk to me. He came looking for me at home, but I dodged him.
And so I spent that whole week just talking to him about the strictly necessary things. I couldn't believe it when finally Friday came and he could be free from school all weekend. Unfortunately, I was free of school but not of him. He went back into my house to talk with me, whereupon I asked my middle sister to tell her that I wasn't there, that she had gone out on the street, maybe at Rachel's home. His harassments in approaching me were no longer as insistent although they continued their messages transmitted by our colleagues for a long time. When I was alone, I avoided the memory of that horrible thing I'd done and swore to myself never to go back into that apartment.
Another week passed quietly for me. I was happy, and began to frequent the homes of other friends as well.
At school, one day the Portuguese teacher arranged teamwork and as was customary in my class these tasks were done at Paulinho's house because it was a quieter place with no people around. He only had an older sister but she lived during the week in Florianópolis with her paternal grandparents. His father owned a real estate company right there in Balneário Camboriu and his mother helped him on business, spending little time at home. Raquel, the friend I mentioned earlier - not sure if she was trying to help me or something like that - told my other friends off when they talked about doing their homework at Paulinho's house. She said it would be better for us to do our work elsewhere because we only ever did it in his place.
But it was in vain that you tried to help me. No one agreed to move from their place. I had to be there, as we always do.
After class I went straight home and on the way met Mrs. Selma, Paulinho's mother who came to greet me cheerfully saying:
_ Tânia, I miss you......I haven't seen her for a long time.....You disappeared from the house. I answered: _ Well it is Mrs Selma, I have not left home much because I must help my mother and also my father wants me to study more because my grades are worse. But tomorrow we will go to your house with our class do another school work together with Paulinho.
It's great that you came back. I will even make a very tasty cake for all of you. You are like a daughter to me, did you know? I miss Lenice so much who now lives in Floripa and it seems as if you have come to take her place, said this smiling lady. We said goodbye and she left.
That night in my room, it didn't work. I remembered what happened that day with him at the apartment. It was as if I could feel this hard member between my fingers again. At last I caressed my penis and felt a slight swelling on my vulva, like it wanted to open by itself. Then I started stroking her and when my finger touched me she would wriggle all over the bed. A semi-sticky liquid came out of her little doorway, even wetting my tender thighs through the pubic area.
I remembered my shy hand holding that hot member in its trousers and it excited me even more. At this moment, I was thinking about the regret of not having had the courage to spy on what his member would be like. By touch he seemed thick, long; He looked bigger than my open palm. Unfortunately surprise and fear made me not look at him but only feel him in my hand.
Thinking about it, my vulva gradually got all wet and I twisted in bed experiencing a different pleasure provided by the caress of my fingers on my virgin sex. That day I had my first orgasm and thought that I was already an adult woman, no longer a child. I didn't think that my vagina could get so wet as to make me go to the bathroom dry myself and change underwear.
The next day, I woke up earlier than usual and for the first time since that momentous date went to school all happy remembering what a delightful discovery I had made on the previous night. I was freer, more cheerful feeling again the pleasure of going to college chatting with my friends but also crazy about being alone in bed again in my room.
After school, we all went to Mrs. Selma's house in our class for homework and she welcomed us very kindly and had prepared a big table for everyone it was like a birthday party I loved her strawberry cake She told us that the strawberries came from her parents farm in Blumenau We also said that at any opportunity we could spend a weekend there with Paulinho and the whole class of the college We liked the idea but didn't know if my parents would let me go alone with them After enjoying these delicacies, we finally begin our homework. Within two hours or so, we are able to finish it.
Mrs. Selma had already left us because her husband called her at the real estate office by phone. In total there were five of us, plus Paulinho. One by one they went on leaving until it was just me, Raquel and Paulo. Rachel asked me to go away, but Paolo told me to stay because his mother, Dona Selma, was coming back and wanted to give me some candy that I could take home with my mommy.
The apartment they lived in was on top of a shop, and the entrance to it came from a large staircase with wide steps. Below there was a door that led out onto the sidewalk from the street, and at the upper end of the stairway were two doors - one for the kitchen and the other for the living room. As a precaution I decided to leave together with Rachel, and as we walked down the stairs I told her that I would wait for Mrs Selma who had been sitting on the step outside the apartment.
All right, you can stay but I have to go because it's late for me.
I said goodbye to her and sat down on the steps waiting for Mrs Selma.
We'll wait for mommy in here.
If you want to go out, I'll wait for your mother.
He retorted, "Wouldn't I do something like that to you baby? Leave her sitting alone on the stairs waiting. Can I stay there with you?" he asked me
- Yes, you can.
And he sat down next to me on the step, and as soon as he was seated...
I missed you so much, what happened to you?
I gave him the same answer as always, that he was studying, helping my mother at home and so on.
I noticed that he was wearing almost the same clothing as on this historic day, which is a surfer's bermuda and slippers and T-shirt. In beach towns in summer, boys usually wear these clothes most of the time. Then he said to my ear:
Do you know how much I love you? You're a sweetheart.
And he kissed me on the face, and I was blushing with embarrassment because his mother had come home from real estate. After that one kiss on my face, he gave another to my chin, and then our mouths met as we sometimes did a while ago right there in the stairwell.
We'd better stop Paulino... his mother will come!
She said she'd be back later and that I should put the sweets in a basket so you could take them home.
I don't believe you, you liar.
There's nothing wrong with us talking here.
I finally agreed, except that I asked him to lock the door at the bottom right because Rachel had left it half-open. You just knocked on a padlock which she would then only open with the latch from inside or key from outside. He came down and closed the door and sat beside me again.
I was wearing the same uniform as always, white blouse, blue pleated skirt and white cotton panties all surrounded by lace.
Then we went back to where we had left off, which was kissing on the mouth. He didn't just kiss my mouth but my whole face: eyes, tip of nose, chin, everything. I felt a strange sensation when he put his wet tongue inside me ear and then started caressing my legs with his hand; it seemed like fun feeling her go through my thighs. And then he lifted up my skirt and wanted to touch my panties so I took his hand away from him. It made me feel slightly embarrassed when he saw my underwear.
In it he threw his slippers down the stairs and also got rid of that bermuda, leaving only underwear and T-shirt.
Now it became more noticeable because instead of a big, wide bermuda he was cozying up in tiny lycra panties that stretched all the way out with his apparatus inside and then came closer to me and on that long step we kissed again.
He put his hand back on my thighs and when I felt that he touched the elastic band of my underwear, again took him by the hand to get it out there. Only he grabbed my hand and led her directly into his panties.....I trembled as I felt contact with this tight member once more..I did not resist and squeezed hard ..It was when in a quick throw, lowered his pants up to knee level and finally could see him , right nearby, when he, already stiff-necked, sat down on the step again . I thought it was huge at that moment, because the only comparison I could make was with my fingers. It had some veins protruding through its body and a large swollen head all wet. The central hole was attached to a skin cap which when I pulled on made his red head come out and pop up whole...
He stared at me while admiring it, but when I saw him looking into my eyes, I was embarrassed and took his hand from the phallus. At that moment he kissed me again and I looked madly in love as if I wanted to devour his mouth. Then I felt his hand touching the rubber band of my underwear... This time I didn't try to take it off there ... he tried to pull her down, but couldn't because I was sitting on the step.
In it, I had a shiver....he put his hand inside and I could feel him touching my vaginal fluff..I trembled with pleasure and returned to hold his member while he, with his fingers caressed my vulva. I took a fright and felt pain when his finger touched my hymen. He realized that I did not like it and didn't repeat the act. It stayed with his lovely hand stroking my vulba and trying to stretch its thin hair between her fingers.
When he tried to pull my panties again, I cooperated and lifted up my butt from the ladder step. Then he pulled it between my legs and finally took it off. That's when he also got rid of that underwear, remaining only in a shirt. I started masturbating him like crazy and all the time he was trying to lower himself so he could put his eyes down and see my sex but I didn't let go. Even at this hour, I died of shame for having my entire privacy exposed in such a way. My vagina became super wet with him even drying out his hand and fingers touching her on my thigh. Soon he began to groan and again my hand was flooded by his hot sperm. I also had an intense enjoyment with his hand there, a pleasure similar to what happened in my room the night before. I could not resist passing his semen on my thighs licking them.
Then we both went into the apartment to dry ourselves off and had to go a little fast because the phone was already ringing, it was his mother telling him to get something frozen out of the freezer 'cause she'd be coming home soon.
I asked for my panties back and he didn't want to give them back. I was terrified, just thinking about going home in a short suit with no pants on. So he went into his mother's room and brought me one of Lenice's sister's underwear. It was half as big for my physique and I asked him to exchange it for a smaller one. Then he returned bringing me her tiny panty, dental floss....rs. We wrapped up the remaining sweets and quickly left for my house.
Almost always, when I was alone in my room, I remembered what had happened and such a memory would result in the delightful joy of a siren... Unlike on that first date where I seemed to be frightened by everything and everyone, now I felt more at ease. My colleagues thought Paulinho and I were actually dating each other. Actually, we were always together in high school. We exchanged kisses and gave a few hugs... He would invite me to his apartment again but I avoided it because I was afraid of some possible flagrante de su madre en nuestra intimidad ...
One day, very early in high school, he came to meet me all happy and was soon saying that his parents had left for Florianopolis in the morning and would return only by nightfall. I even felt a little sorry for him, worried whether or not he'd have lunch after class. I wouldn't have had the courage to invite him over for dinner at home because I already knew my mother would ask me a thousand questions. I talked to him about it, but he told me not to worry because his mother would leave the food ready in the refrigerator if only he warmed it up in a bath mary (there were no practical microwave ovens at that time). So I felt more comfortable knowing that he was going to be fine. Meanwhile, he invited me to go home with him right after school and thus help prepare his meal. Naturally, I declined as my family hadn't been informed of this and Mother obviously went out looking for me all over town. I told him that, and he understood. He finally convinced me to come over after lunch.
I went to my quiet house, had lunch with my family as we always do. I exchanged my school uniform for a pair of jeans shorts and an embroidered T-shirt, and when I found myself alone, then I made it out on the road towards Paulinho's home. When I got there, I rang the doorbell, waited awhile but no one answered. I insisted again and nothing happened. Then I asked in the shop that is under their apartment and they told me he, Paulinho, would have gone to Florianopolis too, to meet his parents because his paternal grandmother was very sick. They saw him leaving in a car with an employee of his father's real estate.
All I know is that in this story, the one who got super bad was me. I just remember it was October and next Friday there would be a party and dance of teachers' week. I had been looking forward to this ball for quite some time. As expected, due to grandmother's illness, Paulinho did not even touch on the subject. Then Thursday after class he would go back to Floripa again. On Friday we wouldn't have classes because it was Teachers Day. Since we were not dating, I went alone to the dance.
Arriving there, I found my class and my friend Raquel introduced me to a cousin of hers from Mato Grosso do Sul who was going on public audition in Joinville but would be staying at her parents' house until Saturday the day before exams. He was a tall, dark-skinned skinny young man about 24 or 25 years old competing for police commissioner position. His name is Ángelo and as far as we know he was engaged in his hometown hoping to find some placement so that they could get married.
From the beginning I noticed that he was very polite and kind to everyone. In short, he was a pleasant person. The chat with the group was even nice, he told about things from his state, marshes, fishing etc..
Meanwhile, the people in our group were gradually leaving us as their boyfriends arrived. It was just me and Rachel talking to him and then she said that we would be left alone because she didn't want to hold a candle for both of us.
I was super flushed, partly because we weren't even dating -- not to mention the fact that I was 16 years old and he was much older than me. But the truth is I ended up liking him a lot, so we started chatting and when the orchestra played some slow music, he took me out dancing but I refused saying I had never danced before but he said "I can teach you if you want".
When he embraced me, I felt a shiver just like the ones that had happened before with Paulinho. But what do you know? I noticed that it conveyed more security and also hugged me much nicer. All I know is we were clutching each other in there in this half-dark room with lots of colorful lights. It even seemed as if the thin dress I was wearing had been made on purpose to help me feel better by touching myself so much. Dancing really nothing. We only moved our feet. Then I could hear his thick member rubbing through our clothes. That couldn't be happening.
And then our faces got together, and he kissed me on my face, part of my neck. I went soft and our mouths became one. We were like this for a while as we danced with him rubbing his stiff limb against my thighs. Then the music stopped. The orchestra played again but it was hot, agitating music. It didn't make sense to dance together anymore. In that buzz of people who weren't really dancing at all, he invited me out for a little bit. Outside, he asked if we could take a ride in the car.
But how, if you don't have a car?
Then he replied that his uncle, Rachel's father had lent him hers to take Raquel and her friends to the ball.
We got out of the car, we drove a few laps along the shore and stopped in a small dark square under some trees. As soon as we pulled over he came to kiss me. He wasn't like Paulinho who needs lots of little games before catching up with me. Soon after several kisses his hand was rubbing against my legs beneath my dress. I tried pulling it off but in vain. I attempted to push him away but couldn't resist very much.
I ended up turning my face toward him and we kissed hotly. When our lips were unclenched to rest from that kiss, I felt his hand on my back loosening the clasp of my bra. I also felt his warm mouth kissing my neck and then those lips touching the nipple of my breast which got hard with so much heat.
He began to kiss my breasts intensely, now one and then another. Then he opened his social shirt without taking it off and I could feel the warm embrace of his bare chest against my boobs...
Then he told me that where we were could be dangerous, because every city already has a robbery etc., and that he knew a motel nearby. I was confused, did not understand and continued with our kisses. He kissed my breasts very much too. Until shortly afterwards he took his penis out of the pants and made me hold it.
So I opened up the game for him, said that I was a virgin and didn't intend to stop being one. Especially on something so fleeting like this. He asked me if I had ever been in a motel before, and I told him no of course not. And I repeated my virginity. But he said it wasn't an issue, that going into motels has nothing to do with losing your virginities; many girls also go there etc..
I noticed that a police car was passing by us, and we thought it would be better to get out of the way. It didn't work so I put my bra back on but with all this excitement and curiosity in me let him take me wherever he wanted.
Wow, I'd never seen a place like that before. Red walls and mirrors all around me. It was kind of embarrassing at the time. Suddenly while still standing up there I felt him hugging me from behind rubbing his hands on my ass.
We stood there in the doorway kissing each other a lot, until he grabbed my hand and we walked up to this big round bed.
Then I received new caresses on my breasts, now with his hands that went down to my bellybutton and made a kiss of it. Soon he was undoing the buttons in my dress from behind me and putting his hand inside there. My heart sank when I felt this hand stroking my genitals. It twisted all over me because of so much desire. He realized this and took off his trousers which were at first only shirt and underwear but then completely naked before me....He grabbed my hand and put it firmly against his member. I didn't restrain myself and squeezed him carefully. At that, he finished taking off my dress and I was only in his underwear with him completely naked beside me on the huge soft bed. I noticed that he became more excited about this situation..Then he touched my panties with his hand and slowly pulled them down...My little butt got all wet when I realized that I was there in that bed, barefoot next to him holding that cute stick in her hand.
In it, he climbed on top of me and kissed my mouth frantically.
Open your legs, sweetheart. Let me put my stick in the door of your little tub.
Then I said:
No, honey. I don't want to do this. We can not...
He insisted:
It's only on the door, love. I don't put it in there!
Then he kissed my mouth again, then my chin and went down licking all over me until I felt him in my belly. And I got so wet that I lost the shame of it and opened up my legs completely leaving my vulva fully exposed to him.
He began to lick me intensely, I was writhing and felt something hot stuck in my bowels trying at all costs to roll hard into that lovely mouth but my lying position interfered a little... so I grabbed him by the hair and with great difficulty got his face out of my kiss.
Very experienced, he understood that my position was not very nice. He told me to change the position which he wanted to make it more sexy... ...he said I would stay on all fours in bed and he'd suck me even sexier.
I understood what he wanted and stood facing him on all fours like a little dog at the edge of his bed. He came kneeling down to lick my thighs from behind, and soon his tongue was back in my warm, moist mouthpiece. Now it was super-comfortable.
He had touched the tip of his tongue on my anus...It was a delightful sensation. Now he sucked me alternating between kissing and cooking....ahhhh, how delicious it was ...Sometimes I'd say:
Oh, my love... how beautiful your ass is.
I felt like my whole ass was on fire... how delicious that situation was. When he tried to put the tip of his tongue in my butt, it made me crazy....
He realized all that my horny, stood up and leaned the head of his penis on the door to my asshole.. I was frightened .. tense ... just noticed he tried to push this little head into my hole.....I felt him force me, squeezing but then a bit it escapes....Then he said: _ There Tania ....
Then I said:
No, Angelo... that's not the place.
Leave the gasoline. If it hurts, you talk and I'll shoot...
Before I could say anything, he spoke again:
I'll get something for us to use... he left me alone in bed and went out, then came back with a little soap from the bathroom.
At this he positioned himself again behind me, took up a piece of the soap, mis