First time of G

I'm a journalist and although my specialty is sports, erotic topics have always been very sensitive to me. To tell the truth sex has fundamental importance in my life so I wrote many stories about sex describing my experiences <unk> lots of really interesting ones <unk> and fiction telling fantasies that I nurtured but never had chance to realize until I decided to write a series of short stories titled "The First Time". To do this, I interviewed no less than 540 people from all walks of life and collected in great detail what it was like the first time for each one. The stories that I heard were very varied; some of them were really impressive, hard to believe they actually happened. The ones that impressed me the most were narratives of rape, especially rapes resulting from robberies, which are very common but unfortunately not recorded by police for fear of victims. I have read many erotic stories on websites in this specialty and confess that the overwhelming majority is pure paranoia of those who wrote them. They don't have consistency and you can see right away that they aren't true facts, but as it says in slang, they are nothing more than a cascade, invention, gibberish. My material remains unpublished because I haven't had money or opportunity to publish it in books yet. But since I know that erotic websites have a lot of readers, I decided to put my stories on them. And I chose Erotic Stories because it's the best in its field in my opinion. I choose to start with the story of an attorney who today is very well positioned professionally and socially, whom I will only call G, so as not to reveal her identity, just like she asked me when narrating her experience. From now on, she herself speaks: <unk> Today I am a fulfilled woman in every way but my childhood was very poor in a rural town in Minas Gerais. My parents were cold buoys, working in the fields and leaving me at home alone. By age 12, I had a fully formed body; physically, I was an extremely provocative woman with thin waistlines, broad hips, medium to large breasts, stout hair, long black hairs, big eyes, dark brown skin, and a fleshy mouth full of sensuality wearing only cotton dresses over my skin without any bra or sometimes even underwear when washing clothes all wet my whole body would be completely exposed. Today I can evaluate the stunning image that had and understand why a real pilgrimage of men was formed in front of my humble little house, walking from one side to another and looking at me with devouring eyes. Despite being so appetizing, arousing desire for many men of all ages, I only woke up for sex one morning when cutting some wood hurt my hand which kept bleeding. Feeling much pain, sat on a stone outside the house crying. Suddenly felt a hand washing away my hair and a man asking what happened. It was Floriano, who must have been about 45 years old and owned a bar on the street corner where we lived. He was one of those people that looked at me most often and didn't miss an opportunity to engage in conversation with me, always praising my beauty and jokingly asking if I had many boyfriends. When he saw my hand bleeding, he hurried to take me inside his house for the purpose of making a bandage. He sat down on a wooden bench in the living room and put me into his lap. That closeness moved me. Now I smoothed my legs, now she put her hands underneath my hair. Suddenly his hands went up from my waist to my breasts and squeezed them gently very quickly. Those caresses and affectionate words made me feel things that I didn't know how to define: it was intense heat all over the body and a coldness in the belly. The beaks of my little boobs became hard as stone. All at once I felt something stiff beneath my buttocks which grew into volume, pulsating, pinching. Instinctively I took my hand towards this hill. It was enough for Floriano, with his panting breath to pull me by the back of my neck and give me a tongue kiss that left me completely dizzy with heart shooting up and an intense burning in the xanax which immediately got wet running down my thighs. Frightened I escaped from his lap and went into the room. He kept calling me for quite some time saying he wanted to break it off with me, apologizing but scared I didn't answer until he gave up and walked away. Alone, I tried to understand what had happened to me. I could not comprehend all those things I felt. The trembling of my body, the contractions in my vagina -- it was all completely new to me. New and scary at the same time, but very pleasurable. Remembering what I'd felt, I explored my body; touched my breasts, played with my nipples, and had this wonderful sensation, just like when that dress rubbed against me, only much more intense: It grew so much that I got scared and stopped, for fear of getting sick it was like a fire taking over my whole body. After that day those sensations didn't leave my head now all I thought about is masturbating many times in the day without knowing what I was doing but never reaching orgasm because when the excitement reached its peak with fear I would stop. With this on my mind I ended up looking for a cousin who lived across town and told him everything happening to me so he could help me She laughed a lot at my innocence and as an expert she gave me the complete lesson of sex, explaining things I had never heard before because in my house there was no television and radio barely worked. In fact, I did not have any information nor colleagues to play with, those jokes that usually initiate us into sexual intrigues starting from masturbation. And to prove that she was telling me the truth, my cousin lifted up my dress and opened my legs and started gently pressing on my clitoris with her fingers down into my butt where it pushed harder. I tried to turn her away but she calmed me down by assuring me what I would feel is something wonderful which will completely change my life. She kept exploring my bladder with her toes, smoothing now lightly then forcefully, pressing her finger against my tight little throat never before blown open when the orgasm burst I thought I'd die My heart was beating desperately, my temples were throbbing and my bowels tightening until those waves of pleasure began to spread apart and I lay prostrate half-unconscious. My cousin also explained what that hard hill felt like when she sat on Floriano's lap and took out some magazines to show me pictures of naked men with erect penises. And the truth is, in spite of all the fear I felt because my cousin said that first time would hurt so badly, I wanted to try it. I want to be eaten and then a few days went by where I explored my body intensely masturbating myself until exhaustion dreaming about Floriano sticking me with this penis which I imagined was huge into the vagina taking out my little squirt and making fun of me like crazy as my cousins told me happened when men put their penises inside women's vaginas but he never showed up again I think he was frightened by my reaction and afraid that I would complain to my father, a man considered violent in the middle of pedestrian traffic. Until one morning shortly after my countrymen had gone out into the fray, I felt observed and saw Floriano across the street half hidden behind a tree . My heart jumped and he tried to get away without being seen. I gave him a signal to come closer and he ended up coming close to me at great cost. As always, I wore a light dress on my body. And alone. In addition, my clothes were completely wet because I was washing the doghouse. Arredio greeted me and seemed happy to see that I had a friendly attitude towards him. He started apologizing for what he'd done, but without even thinking about it, I told him what he never dreamed of hearing: "I got scared at first, but I liked it. It really felt good... From then on things happened very quickly, they almost went out of control". - Did you like it? So let's do it again. Let's go in there, come on! A voice in my head told me not to go, but my sensitivity shouted yes, that I should run and surrender myself to those feelings I had dreamed of feeling, this fire which was already taking over all of me, causing a strong and pleasant burning in my small bowels, completely wet at the time. With low head, hesitantly, I went into the house with Floriano following me. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed me from behind and stuck that hard hill on my little bundle. My blood boiled. He squeezed me tightly against his body and began to move, making that hard thing rub on my butt while at the same time exploring with its tongue my neck and biting my ears. With hands it caressed my breasts lightly, smoothing out my beaks as hard as stone, threatening to tear apart this thin cotton dress. I lost all sense of things, forgot that what I was doing was forbidden to girls my age as my cousin had said (she only advised me to play with boys my own age), and gave myself completely over to the whimsy of this man who was old enough to be my father but drove me crazy with his beard poking and scratching at my neck and back. Then I felt a dizziness and had an orgasm much more intense than anything that I'd ever experienced before in my masturbations as an untrained girl. My legs folded, my eyes darkened. Floriano thought I was passing out so he lifted me up on his lap to lay me down on the old carpet in the middle of the room. He left me lying there, went over to the door, locked it behind him, came back close already taking off his clothes. I looked at this big hairy man wearing nothing but underwear and stared into "that volume". When he laid beside me, I turned around and put my little hand inside his pantyhose drawer. He stared at me and pulled down his underpants, causing my first direct contact with a male member. Touching it, feeling its rigidity and realizing that I could barely wrap it around my fingers, the fire devoured me again. I squeezed him with all my strength, pulling out a groan from Floriano. I think I even hurt him. "Do you want to play with him? Do like this?" he said and took my hand, initiating masturbation movements. My little hand went up and down that huge trunk, even uncontrollably I kept wondering how this thing could get into my small groin which hurt so much when trying to insert the tip of my pinky...I was torn out from these reflections by Floriano who like a madman explored all over my body squeezing licking biting kissing sucking every inch of me. He would bite at my nipples and lick my belly button. Then he walked downhill until it reached my clitoris where he lightly laughed with his tongue's end. It felt indescribable. In a few seconds, I was bursting into another orgasm moaning and crying twitching like a snake. - That's it my little flower is enjoying on my tongue very much you can scream do whatever you want that i am going to make you enjoy so much...I have had no idea how many orgasms with this language punishing my clitoris and reaching for my cousin until he climbed over me opened up my legs as far as he could and stuck the tip of his huge cock in my groin door. Even before he pressed, I already felt the pain he would feel ... It will hurt a lot, it's going to hurt me. That is very good but I do not want -I protested He did not hear what I said or pretended he didn't listen and was still willing to cross me with that scary trunk. -I am making you woman. It will only hurt a little bit, but soon passes. When you give birth it will hurt much more, gasoline. Do you want? Say you want to give me this seal, say ... I have said nothing. Just groaned and twisted all when the thing started invading me. A stronger lock and I screamed desperately. He looked frightened and covered my mouth with his hand. At the same time, gave another lock. The pain was very strong. My body became completely rigid, but at the same time it gave me another lock. I felt something break in my intestines and a taste of blood came into my mouth. I no longer had any pleasure. The erection disappeared. My whole body was cold and stiff. All I could feel was pain, much pain. Another lock and I lost consciousness. I don't know when I fainted. When I woke up, I felt Floriano's weight on my body and regained awareness of what was happening. My legs were wide open. A little more and I tore myself all over. That thing was stuck to the end of my little gut, burning and smoldering as if it were a hot stove. I cried asking Floriano to get off me but he laughed and said that now the pain would go away. And then began a slow shake-up by taking this fuck out of my bowels (what relief...) and putting everything back in again (every time he did so the pain got less and the pleasure more). Gradually, this hard, thick monster opened up wider for me and my small intestine grew accustomed to its invader's size. In just over three minutes, as Floriano had said, that shuttle only gave me pleasure. A more and more intense pleasure. And it grew bigger and I caught myself asking him to put everything in with force... -So do this, which is good. There, uiiiiiii....aaaaaaaaiiiiiii, it's booooommmmm ... ay, ui, its too big ... hurts but it is fine, it is good .... aaaaaaaaiiii. I don't know how many times I enjoyed it, until he barked like a wounded dog and violently stuck that cock in me and poured his hot milk on my aching uterus. When I felt him laugh, when I realized for the first time that there was an exploding man inside of me, I had another overwhelming orgasm and passed out again. I woke up as darkness fell and I lay naked alone in the middle of the room. Everything that happened came back to my mind like an avalanche and I felt immense enthusiasm, the excitement of a female who has not yet reached puberty but already feels fulfilled. Then I was frightened by the thought that my parents might already be coming home, so I jumped up and felt pain all over me. My legs were still soft and my vagina burning hot; it looked as if I had been run over by a carriage and eaten by an ass. Stumbling along, I took some steps and saw on the carpet a big red stain. I bent down to see there was lots of beatings and blood. A thread of blood ran through my thighs. I ate a piece of corn cake with a glass of milk and felt my strength come back. Then I laid down in my net, letting everything that had happened since Floriano's entrance into the house pass through my memory like a movie. And what I saw only gave me pleasure, until the moment when this monstrous stake invaded my vagina, making me feel almost unbearable pain. After that, my life changed completely. Sex became an essential part of my life and I experienced every possible experience. My favorite partners have always been men in high heels, because without painful penetration my pleasure was not the same. I left the countryside at 14 to live in a big city, graduated and never married. Always wanted freedom to satisfy myself sexually, with no limits or commitments. I had an independent child, and since I had three partners when I decided to get pregnant, I didn't want to know for sure who the father is even though I suspected it would be someone else, as I am brunette and my son is very clear almost blond. Ah! If you want to know about Floriano, there's not much I can say we had sex like four more times but I gave up on him when one day he tried to force-feed my ass and my first time in the butt is something that I will never reveal.
This is the story of G's first time. Next, I will send many other "firsts".