Straight Female / 32
How I Popped My Cherry
I am a 32yo married mom of two. i come from a loving family, that happened to be very religious. I'm 5'4, around 150lbs with fair skin with a hint of olive, light brown hair. Wide hips, narrow waist, some mommy weight. Back then, at 20, I weighed around 130lbs, and what are now somewhat saggy c-cups were then perky a-cups with pale areolas and rosy tips. I always had a big butt, but then it was complemented by a very slim waist and a flat tummy. My confessions stems from my childhood.
My childhood family wasn't oppressive or suppressive, but the often voiced view was that sex was a beautiful and impotant thing between a married couple. So no sex before marriage was a given. I held on to that conviction, even if I didn't share many of my parents' religious views. I didn't think my friends who did have sex before marriage were sinners, I just didn't feel like it was meant for me. I met my future husband when I was 17 and we became high school sweethearts. A few years later we went to the same college and moved in together and he never pressed me for sex or tested my boundaries. He respected my choice, even if it wasn't his own, and we lived happily. I don't mean to say we didn't do anything, we were all over each other constantly. We made out like crazy, and I loved feeling his boner press against my crotch when I straddled him, often with me naked and him wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. Nowadays I wonder how he took it so well, letting me grind myself against his raging hard-on, even to my first few climaxes, and never once complaining. I guess he must have jerked off A LOT
We were 20 when we got engaged. He proposed on one knee, and I said yes. The ring was beautiful, even if it was bought on our tight student budget. We started planning for our wedding. The only thing was that I was afraid that we wouldn't be able to consummate our marriage easily, as I suspected I had a super tight hymen. Using tampons was something I was never able to do, as it felt like I was going to break something when I tried to insert one.
Two night before our wedding I decided to make sure it would work. I hadn't waited for three and a half years and denied myself the incredibly alluring stiffness between my fiance's legs for it not to work when I was finally ready for it.
Blushing and nervous as heck, I bougth a cucumber and a pack of condoms. I also bought some lube at the farmacy, as I didn't dare go to the local sex toy store. He was away for the night, whisked away to his bachelor party. My hen party had already been, and I had enjoyed it tremendously. Nothing out of line, but innocent fun.
So, alone at home, I took a long shower and shaved my legs, and for the first time in my life, my pubic hair as well. I had watched some videos about how to do it properly, and I have to say I was pretty happy with the outcome, sitting with my legs spread in front of my small handheld mirror that I propped against the bathroom wall. My vulva was puffier that I had thought, with thick outer lips almost completely hiding my clitoris and my inner lips. I spread myself some, and for the first time saw the whitish, somewhat translucent film at the opening of my vagina. It had a small, uneven opening almost at the middle of it. I pressed my finger against it, slowly inserting it to the first knuckle. My hymen felt tight and unyielding, but beyond it I felt moist and pliable.
I towelled myself dry and went to the bedroom, spreading my towel in the middle of the bed. I also piled some pillows against the head of the bed so I could lean against them and would better reach myself. I got everything ready. The lube, the cucumber, the condoms. I opened the pack and took one out and fought with the wrapper for a bit before getting it open. It smelled like rubber and felt surprisingly slippery in my fingers. I rolled it down on the cucumber, marvelling at how long it was when I rolled it all the way open. Was I supposed to fit that much in me? I had no idea.
I cracked open the tube of lube and squeezed some onto my fingers. It felt cool and somehow I was surprised that it was gel, not liquid. I rubbed it carefully all over the cucumber, noticing that I was sort of tugging it, like I imagined I should please a penis with my hands. Then I decided it was time, wiping the lube off my hands on the towel.
I lay on the bed, almost in a seated position with my legs wide and my freshly shaven vulva looking very exposed. I took up the cucumber and carefully positioned its pointed end against my opening. My hands were shaking and my mouth was dry, I felt my heart racing like crazy, my small, bare breasts shuddering with my uneven breath. Was I really going to do this?
Yes.
I pushed.
I felt pain as the cucumber's pointed head found the hole in my hymen and begun to stretch it. I pushed harder and felt it beginning to enter me. I kept a steady pressure, panting as if I'd just ran a race.
Then my hymen snapped. I felt precisely that, a dull snap, with a twinge of sharp pain, and then the cucumber plunged into me. I felt an incredible fullness as it filled me up, watching wide-eyed as I sank it deeper and deeper. There was pain, yes, but it felt so, so good. I knew, my body knew, that this sense of fullfilment was what it was made for. I soon hit the bottom, feeling the pleasure turn into an uncomfortable sense of fullness. I pulled it back maybe four inches, feeling like my brain was melting and flowing out of my vagina with the receding cucumber.
That was what I had planned to do, my hymen was gone, now I was ready for my husband.
But it felt so good, I couldn't stop.
So I pushed it back in, and then pulled it back out. I picked up pace quickly, and soon I was full on fucking myself with the cucumber, my now ex-virgin vagina accepting it greedily. Previously I had alwasy been quiet in bed, maybe whimpering some, but never moaning out loud. Now I couldn't help it. I had to moan. I let it out, in short, sharp grunts, moans and gasps. I kept on going, faster and harder, until I felt myself explode in orgasm. It felt so good, so goddamn good, to orgasm with my vagina deliciously full. My muscles pulsed around it, and I felt like my whole consciousness center around my vagina. I was, for the first time in my life, satisfied and fulfilled, my vagina pulsing in extacy.
I let myself lean back on the pillows, leaving the cucumber inside me. savouring the way it stretched me open. I drowsed for a while.
I woke up when I felt the cucumber slip out of me, feeling its slippery form against my thigh. I looked down and saw what a mess I had made. There was a clear bloodstain on the towel, and there was some crusted blood, mixed with dried lube all over my labia and inner thighs. I was a woman now, ready for my soon-to-be husband.
My childhood family wasn't oppressive or suppressive, but the often voiced view was that sex was a beautiful and impotant thing between a married couple. So no sex before marriage was a given. I held on to that conviction, even if I didn't share many of my parents' religious views. I didn't think my friends who did have sex before marriage were sinners, I just didn't feel like it was meant for me. I met my future husband when I was 17 and we became high school sweethearts. A few years later we went to the same college and moved in together and he never pressed me for sex or tested my boundaries. He respected my choice, even if it wasn't his own, and we lived happily. I don't mean to say we didn't do anything, we were all over each other constantly. We made out like crazy, and I loved feeling his boner press against my crotch when I straddled him, often with me naked and him wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. Nowadays I wonder how he took it so well, letting me grind myself against his raging hard-on, even to my first few climaxes, and never once complaining. I guess he must have jerked off A LOT
We were 20 when we got engaged. He proposed on one knee, and I said yes. The ring was beautiful, even if it was bought on our tight student budget. We started planning for our wedding. The only thing was that I was afraid that we wouldn't be able to consummate our marriage easily, as I suspected I had a super tight hymen. Using tampons was something I was never able to do, as it felt like I was going to break something when I tried to insert one.
Two night before our wedding I decided to make sure it would work. I hadn't waited for three and a half years and denied myself the incredibly alluring stiffness between my fiance's legs for it not to work when I was finally ready for it.
Blushing and nervous as heck, I bougth a cucumber and a pack of condoms. I also bought some lube at the farmacy, as I didn't dare go to the local sex toy store. He was away for the night, whisked away to his bachelor party. My hen party had already been, and I had enjoyed it tremendously. Nothing out of line, but innocent fun.
So, alone at home, I took a long shower and shaved my legs, and for the first time in my life, my pubic hair as well. I had watched some videos about how to do it properly, and I have to say I was pretty happy with the outcome, sitting with my legs spread in front of my small handheld mirror that I propped against the bathroom wall. My vulva was puffier that I had thought, with thick outer lips almost completely hiding my clitoris and my inner lips. I spread myself some, and for the first time saw the whitish, somewhat translucent film at the opening of my vagina. It had a small, uneven opening almost at the middle of it. I pressed my finger against it, slowly inserting it to the first knuckle. My hymen felt tight and unyielding, but beyond it I felt moist and pliable.
I towelled myself dry and went to the bedroom, spreading my towel in the middle of the bed. I also piled some pillows against the head of the bed so I could lean against them and would better reach myself. I got everything ready. The lube, the cucumber, the condoms. I opened the pack and took one out and fought with the wrapper for a bit before getting it open. It smelled like rubber and felt surprisingly slippery in my fingers. I rolled it down on the cucumber, marvelling at how long it was when I rolled it all the way open. Was I supposed to fit that much in me? I had no idea.
I cracked open the tube of lube and squeezed some onto my fingers. It felt cool and somehow I was surprised that it was gel, not liquid. I rubbed it carefully all over the cucumber, noticing that I was sort of tugging it, like I imagined I should please a penis with my hands. Then I decided it was time, wiping the lube off my hands on the towel.
I lay on the bed, almost in a seated position with my legs wide and my freshly shaven vulva looking very exposed. I took up the cucumber and carefully positioned its pointed end against my opening. My hands were shaking and my mouth was dry, I felt my heart racing like crazy, my small, bare breasts shuddering with my uneven breath. Was I really going to do this?
Yes.
I pushed.
I felt pain as the cucumber's pointed head found the hole in my hymen and begun to stretch it. I pushed harder and felt it beginning to enter me. I kept a steady pressure, panting as if I'd just ran a race.
Then my hymen snapped. I felt precisely that, a dull snap, with a twinge of sharp pain, and then the cucumber plunged into me. I felt an incredible fullness as it filled me up, watching wide-eyed as I sank it deeper and deeper. There was pain, yes, but it felt so, so good. I knew, my body knew, that this sense of fullfilment was what it was made for. I soon hit the bottom, feeling the pleasure turn into an uncomfortable sense of fullness. I pulled it back maybe four inches, feeling like my brain was melting and flowing out of my vagina with the receding cucumber.
That was what I had planned to do, my hymen was gone, now I was ready for my husband.
But it felt so good, I couldn't stop.
So I pushed it back in, and then pulled it back out. I picked up pace quickly, and soon I was full on fucking myself with the cucumber, my now ex-virgin vagina accepting it greedily. Previously I had alwasy been quiet in bed, maybe whimpering some, but never moaning out loud. Now I couldn't help it. I had to moan. I let it out, in short, sharp grunts, moans and gasps. I kept on going, faster and harder, until I felt myself explode in orgasm. It felt so good, so goddamn good, to orgasm with my vagina deliciously full. My muscles pulsed around it, and I felt like my whole consciousness center around my vagina. I was, for the first time in my life, satisfied and fulfilled, my vagina pulsing in extacy.
I let myself lean back on the pillows, leaving the cucumber inside me. savouring the way it stretched me open. I drowsed for a while.
I woke up when I felt the cucumber slip out of me, feeling its slippery form against my thigh. I looked down and saw what a mess I had made. There was a clear bloodstain on the towel, and there was some crusted blood, mixed with dried lube all over my labia and inner thighs. I was a woman now, ready for my soon-to-be husband.
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