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I grew up in a strict religious family. It means different things to different people, but in my story what’s important is that I was never taught about sex or the pleasure it brings. My family sent me to an all-girls school too, so it wasn’t like I had someone who could teach me. Every bit of knowledge I got was given to me by accident and I never knew if what I was being told was true or not.
When I moved away for college I learned that there were so many ways to find information about it and, besides learning about the biological side of things, I also found myself deep into reading all the clean romances. It basically meant that they were Christian enough not to scandalize me too much, but still had modest sex scenes in them. I masturbated for the first time when I was reading one of those romances and it was better than I had even thought it would be. Once I started though, I couldn’t stop touching myself.
I know, it’s not the thing I should do according to the teachings, but I always thought that it was better than just going out and sinning. I was always very remorseful after but kept doing it anyway. My body was hungry for it after not being able to identify the signals properly for years and I was giving it all I had. I couldn’t wait to get married and finally get to have sex with someone and experience what they did in my smutty books.
I met my boyfriend and future husband at college. Adam was a great guy, sweet and gentle, he treated me like a princess and I loved it. The problem was, that I wanted him badly, but he didn’t plan to marry me until we both graduated. He said that he wanted an educated wife and I liked that he did too, but my body demanded that we should get to the wedding night part as soon as possible.
Even though we tried to play by the rules, sometimes we still couldn’t take our hands off each other. We were balancing that thin line between falling completely into sin and still being able to be with each other and each time it was becoming thinner.
We were only kissing at first, nothing more and I intended to keep it that way, but when I was close to him and could feel his scent and the heat of his body I was losing my mind. I wanted to have more of him, so we started touching each other. It was good to know that he was having as much of a hard time as I was, but just like me, Adam didn’t want to ruin it all with us not acting carefully enough.
We began to stay in his room more often and touch each other carefully through our clothes. It was nowhere near the thing I really wanted, but it was feeding at least some of my cravings. I enjoyed every moment of Adam squeezing my breasts, playing with them, and making me feel so wet. He let me rub against his knee and it was in one of those moments when I had my first orgasm with him.
I didn’t know that it was possible to cum without actively touching my pussy, but it happened and now I wanted to have him inside me even more. Adam loved it too, I was grabbing his dick through his pants, and he would get so hard, until one time he was left with a large wet spot on them. He felt embarrassed, but I told him it was fine.
Our next stage was taking our clothes off. I debated on this one for a while, but me and Adam both decided that as long as we just kept it to only touching it wasn’t wrong. I still remember the way he looked at me for the very first time. He couldn’t take his eyes away from my breasts, from the rest of my body. I loved seeing him naked too. His dick was exactly like I had imagined if not bigger and slightly intimidating!
As time passed and we became more confident around each other, our time together would usually go like this – we would lay on his bed, next to each other, and I would have my hand around his throbbing cock, while he had one between my soaked legs. He was usually just rubbing my clit, but later on, I begged him to go inside of me with his fingers. He was afraid that I’d lose my virginity this way, so he never did it.
It was amazing feeling his hands against my pussy, feeling his slim fingers playing with my swollen clitoris, but still, it wasn’t enough. Every time we did it I wanted his big erection inside of me, I wanted to know how it felt and I couldn’t wait any longer. Finally, Adam proposed to me and I couldn’t be happier, but we still had to wait the whole year before the wedding and I knew that I couldn’t wait for that long.
One night, a few weeks after he had proposed, we were in his room, talking and kissing until I brought up the topic of sex. I told Adam that it wasn’t sinning anymore. That God knew what was in our hearts and that our promise to each other was almost as good as being married. The downline was, that we could have sex without it being a sin. He was reluctant at first. But I knew that he wanted me badly too, so, with enough begging and reassurance, we decided to do it.
We went through it slowly at first, just kissing and touching as usual, then taking our clothes off. For the first time, Adam allowed himself to touch my body with his mouth too. He paid a lot of attention to my breasts and I loved it. I moaned as he explored me, impatient to feel him inside me.
Finally, the moment was there. I was laying on my back, with my legs spread and Adam looking in awe at my pussy. His dick was hard and I could barely breathe in anticipation to finally know what it was like to have sex.
“Are you sure you want to do it?” he asked me again.
“Yes!” I answered, feeling how much my body needed it. “Just do it, please”
I thought that it would be painful, at least for a few moments, but it was nothing like that. Uncomfortable, maybe, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I was squirming and moaning, trying to get used to this new sensation that was making me lose my mind. We were finally together in all the ways and I happily accepted Adam in my pussy too. I could tell that he was having a hard time trying to not move too fast, but soon I just pulled him close with my legs and let him do anything he wanted, surrounding myself with him.
It was amazing, it was everything that I wanted and more. My body was tense, I felt hot and every sleeve of my skin was so sensitive. It only took me a few minutes, before an orgasm like I had never felt before hit me hard. I moaned out, feeling it happen, while Adam pulled out of me. He stroked himself over my stomach until I saw him spill his seed on my skin.
We laughed, happy that it finally happened and knowing that there would be even more chances for us to do it now. Don’t worry, we did get married, but by our wedding night, I knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it and it made our wedding and honeymoon a lot of fun. Everything happened exactly like it was supposed to and I don’t regret it even for a second even though I did have to deal with the inner conflicts, it was worth every second.
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