It all started the day I turned eighteen and decided that my birthday present to myself would be to lose my virginity. I rose from my bed of rose coloured sheets and examined every inch of myself in the full length mirror by my side. My shoulder-length platinum blonde hair fell to my shoulders in tousled ringlets, framing my heart-shaped face in a way that showed off my fine cheekbones and piercing blue eyes.
My pale creamy skin was soft and dusted lightly with freckles. My breasts were high and firm, not too big, not too small and when I squeezed one with a curious hand I moaned out loud at the sensation, because they were so sensitive I could easily work myself to orgasm just by playing with my sensuous nipples.
I slipped a tentative finger between my nether lips, parting the wet thatch of platinum blonde hair that grew there twixt my legs. I was already soaking wet from the mere thought of losing my virginity at last and the temptation to futter myself then and there was overwhelming, but I resisted it. I swore I would not touch myself again until I had been taken and made love to until I was overwhelmed with pleasure. But the mouth between my legs was hungry and angered at my refusal to sate its desire. The throbbing need inside me was almost painful, but I ignored it and dressed for the upcoming battle.
First I imprisoned my perfectly-formed breasts in a brassier of rose-coloured satin, edged with black and gold lace that fastened up the back with a sequence of tiny hooks. Then I drew on my matching satin and lace panties with the black satin and gold trimmed garter belt that showed off my shapely buttocks. Then I pulled on my thigh-high cloth of gold stockings before lacing my pale pink corset over my brassier. I didn't need to be laced to reduce my waist, I had a natural waist of eighteen and a half inches. After admiring the wonderful (and unenhanced by padding) cleavage that the outfit gave me I wriggled into my tight wispy rose silk skirt that had a full length split up each side to show off my stockings. Then I slipped my tiny stocking feet into my pink bejewelled slippers and stuck a silk rose in my hair to complete my outfit.
I looked at myself in the mirror, and felt the love nectar flowing out of my slit in response to my complete gorgeousity, there was no way I could fail.
I found Dairren taking tea with mother in the drawing room. When I walked into the room swaying my full-but-not-too-wide hips, he rose to greet me, his eyes sticking out like they were on stalks. By the way he clasped his hands before his crotch I could tell something else had risen to greet me too. He was fairly handsome man, with fine features and red hair. Also he was a noble like myself, so I would not be lowering myself by allowing him to deflower me.
My mother wished me a happy birthday, obviously oblivious to the naked sexual energy that was crackling between me and Dairren. She poured me a cup of tea which I rose slowly and sensuously to my swollen lips, keeping my eyes on his as I sipped from the cup, my tongue flicking across the hard bone china. I could see he was having difficulty keeping his composure and that sweat was starting to bead across his naked upper lip.
There was sudden crash, Dairren had dropped his cup and it shattered on the floor. Mother rose to tell the servants to clean up the mess, leaving me and my frustrated squire alone. "Y-you have grown up so fast!" Dairren stammered, a flush rising to his cheeks.
"It seems like only yesterday we all played together and swam naked in the river," I said, watching him carefully.
"You have become quite a woman."
"Oh but I'm not yet a woman," I said coyly. "It takes a man to make a woman, as I'm sure you know."
He looked at me sidelong and then, underneath the table, I felt him put his hand on my thigh. "I can arrange that you enjoy your coming of age to the fullest heights, if you so wish," he said, his voice thick with lust.
"You know where I sleep," I whispered, wantonly, just before mother returned.
We talked no more of such things with my mother around, of course, but unobserved beneath the table Dairren's hand roamed high and bold upon my thigh, a promise of things to come.
It had been an agony, waiting for the night to come, but with the dawning of the dark Dairren came to me as he had promised. He stripped for me by the light of the great fire burning in my bedroom's hearth, the light playing over his harden muscles as my gaze was dragged further and further down his perfectly chiselled body. I had not seen him naked since he was a child and certain things had grown considerably in size since them. His sex hung heavy and hard between his legs and just looking at it imagining that wonderful length filling me made me tremble with desire.
He took me into his arms and kissed me, running his hands up and down my back, his tongue filled my mouth and made me moan against it in bliss. Then his hands slid round to the lacings of my corset and he began to unlace me, never ceasing to kiss me as he did. The pink garment fell to the floor as his hands caressed my breasts through my brassier. I had been aroused all day and the flick of his thumb across the flimsy satin covering my sensitive nipples made me lose all control.
I felt my sex convulse as a I cried out sharply in pleasure, my first orgasm from the hands of another. But rather than release my pent-up desire it only increased my need to be touched and I rubbed my still clothed body against Dairren's hard muscles like a cat in heat. He laughed at my wanton nature and tore off my skirt, ripping the flimsy silk into shreds as it came off, but I didn't not care, I had many servants who would replace the skirt if they could not mend it.
Now, clad only in my most sexy underwear, Dairren brought me to my knees before him. I had never been so close to a man's thingie before and the whole thing fascinated me. I rubbed the hardness of him against my face, enjoying the musky masculine smell of him and his curious sheath of flesh. I licked my way down his shaft, marking my way with kisses so I would not get lost in the forest of his wiry pubic hair. Dairren pulled me down on to him so that I took the head of his thingie into my mouth. I took as much as him into my perfectly formed mouth as I could, but I could not take him very deep, so I concentrated on giving as much sensation as I could to his head, while stroking the rest of his shaft with my hands.
Dairren fucked my face hard as I bobbed my head up and down before him, I discovered I like giving pleasure almost as much as receiving it and hearing Dairren making helpless noises of pleasure made my body respond. But he did not let me bring him to orgasm and withdrew from my mouth still hard and purple, wet with my salvia. He gave me a look that was pure male sex and I knew then that he was going to take my virginity for real.
He tore away my delicate satin panties and grabbed my bare bum with his strong manly hands. He lifted me and placed me on his cock, easing his hard long length deep inside me with ease. I was so wet that it didn't hurt at all and of course, I had long ago done in my hymen. He held me in place, still standing up and supporting all my weight with his pelvis and strong arms, my legs still wearing their gold stockings, wrapped around his waist. Dairren looked deep into my eyes and kissed me once more before he started to thrust into me.
A cried out as he began to move in and out, but not in pain, never in pain. I opened before him and he filled all of me, every marvellous hard inch of him stretching me and stimulating all those sensitive special places with each stroke. He brought me to orgasm before I had time to process all the different ways he was giving me pleasure and I screamed his name as he ploughed into me.
Still hard, he withdrew from me again and a rush of my love fluids gushed out of me when he did. He lowered me to the ground and dropped to his knees before falling back onto his elbows, still giving me that hard male look. I understood what he wanted and I lowered myself on to him, so slick, so wet.
This time I controlled the movement and I found a rhythm that pleased us both. There was no end to the orgasms that flooded me when I rode him and I could think of nothing but the pleasure that overwhelmed me. As I came for what must have been the fifth or six time Dairren cried out my name and his fluids burst within me, filling me to the core with his white light of love.
Later we cuddled by the fire and he wept into my hair before confessing that it had been his first time too.
Best birthday present ever.
