I lost my virginity at 16 (Part 3)

You may know the nature of our Burmese women. We may strongly refuse to have sex in the first time. We are normally afraid of doing so with the thought that it would hurt us or it would be against the culture. “Having sex means conceiving” was also a common belief among our young girls in those days. We may be frustrated during a few days after experiencing sex for the first time. But as time goes by, we may like to try again. In the early stage of sexual life, we don’t know what the orgasm is and what the sexual pressure is. What we know is only “excitement”. We like that “excitement”. That excitement leads us to go further. Next, we also like to show our private body parts, those which are normally covered with clothes, especially when we are aroused and we have confidence that they are beautiful. We usually become intimate with those persons who have seen our private parts. I think that is normal for all girls. Ko Kyaw appreciated the beauty of my thighs and even kissed them. I liked him very much. In fact, my final exam was coming to closer and closer. I studied all the time trying to forget what happened with Ko Kyaw. I was on above average in the class room. My distinction targets were Burmese, English, Geography, History and Economics. Chemistry and Physics were on border line. I had got some question in physics, regarding energy chapter. Although it was not so important for exam, I wanted to make clear. Ko Kyaw’s tuition place was not at his home. He was rather successful in his tuition business and he rented a hall on the way to our State High School. I just remained on the chair when the section was over. It was the last section of the day and time was about 7 in the evening. Ko Kyaw seemed to be busy with some assignment papers. When no one left in the class room, I moved to Ko Kyaw’s desk and told him if I could ask some questions. He willingly welcomed and gave me a seat. His face was smiling. His voice was so clear. While explaining to me, I noticed, his toes had started to toughing my foot (I means after he took off his leather slippers). After that, his whole sole was rubbing my foot, while pressing a little bit. Sometime, his big toe squeezed my toes. I thought he was teasing me in childish way and I laughed at him. Our eyes met and locked. And I did response. I took off my slippers. I searched his feet under the desk and played with them. I mean rubbing, squeezing, pinching and pressing. Our feet were busy a bit under the desk. I got excited. He gave me a quick kiss. I shouted with the worry that someone might see us. He did make a glance at main entrance and he said, “Nobody is coming here”. And then, he smiled and told me “There is something inside the room to show you, Want to see”. At the corner of the class room (hall converted), there was a small store room where Ko Kyaw usually put his teaching materials and locked up when he went back. I went on “What is that?”. He led to there. I found a desk in the middle of the room measuring about 4 by 6 feet and 2 cupboards. He locked the door. His mouth slowly curved into a smile, his special reassuring smile that made me feel comfortable. He held my neck and shoulder as if he was helping me not to fall off and he began to kiss. A long Kiss! A passionate kiss! I copied what he did on me. I kissed his lips. I bit these gently. We touched our tongues to each other. The art of kiss was not so difficult to learn. As for me, I just imitated him. That’s all. As I expected and wanted, his hands were wandering around my bodies, underneath my blouse. He was so familiar with this business. I was not aware when he undid my bra hooks. His fingers were moving to my breasts in slow and steady paces as if astronauts were walking on the moon. I felt a little bit irritated. Our eyes connected, immersing in the knowledge that we were going further. He took hold of my Thai-made blouse by the hem with both hands. He raised the hem slowly, my narrow waist twisting side to side in deliberate seduction. The blouse climbed higher and higher, eventually sliding over my head and then falling on the desk. He also removed my bra which he undid the clasp previously. His glance descended leisurely and fixed on my bust area. He leaned forward and began nuzzling them. His nose rubbed and pressed against my virgin breasts. You know my breasts were still virgin. Nobody had touched them yet although my down below had got a visitor for one time. Sometime he licked them. Sometime, he teased them with his teeth. Later he sucked my breasts, not only nipples, but part of breasts. It was an absolutely amazing feeling for that age. His hands also rubbed and squeezed my firm breasts. I was standing and leaning against the desk with my back. There was no chair or couch in that small room. I couldn’t believe his nose’s usefulness. It was moving all over my body, shifting from breasts to arm folds, and then to the tummy, around my navel. One time, he sniffed my arm pits and gave a comment, “What a fantastic smell”. I didn’t understand what he was talking and doing. After he had his nose to rub and sniff all over my upper part of body thoroughly and meticulously, he extended the area to lower delta area. He released my longi and lowered it. It was Indonesia Batik. While doing so, he sniffed my Batik. At the time, I put on yellow cotton panties. He kissed that as well. Finally, I was something like naked, except my yellow panties. He pushed me gently on the desk to the position of lying on my back. My thighs and legs were on the air. So I had to adjust a little bit, moving upward my body. He took of his longi. I saw his erected penis. It was about 6 inches in brown color. I said “You are going to hurt me, aren’t you?”. He replied “No, but I am going to give you a good things”. He raised my both legs, one was held with his hand, one was put on his shoulder. He started to rub my lower parts with his nose from legs, ascending to inner thighs. He also tasted these with tip of the tongue as if he was searching for a honey spot on my legs and thighs. Finally, his sense organs of lips and tongue reached the sex capital. He kissed my vagina through my panties. At the same time, he pressed his nose into the furrow intensely. I felt good and excited. His hand came up and wrapped firmly around his cock, holding it steady in preparation for the next important step. He didn’t take off my panties. Instead, he pushed the crotch of panties to one side to let my treasure point to be exposed. I inched forward into position. He began to attempt his cock to engage my hole. I closed my eyes with excitement. He was so patient and kind as he forwarded inch by inch slowly. I felt a little bit pain this time although my first experience was not. I held his hands tightly as he was standing and I was lying on the desk. After some point, he asked me to draw my knees towards me for better position. I did as you commanded. You know he had become my commander. Finally I noticed that my vagina had accommodated his whole length of cock as his bush touched mine. The rocking began gently, back and forth, and grew more demanding as the magnet of desire drew me closer to him with every motion. Big hands came up and fondled my firm breasts. Thumbs and forefingers worked to punish those luscious nipples. I moaned continuously, reiterating my needs. I sometime got pain, but most of the time I felt good. I don’t know how to say that pleasure. Sometime, he put only part of his length. Sometime, he put the whole length forcefully. I was getting pain associated with pleasure in his each stroke. Pain and pleasure were from deep inside. However, it didn’t take too long at all. As in the first time, he withdrew his cock abruptly and splashed his semen on my lower tummy. He moaned a lot. I realized that he had come. I wanted to laugh at him because of what he was going on. His face was red and hot. I saw some sweat on his face. I stood up and began to get dressed. He helped clean me with his longi. To tell you the truth, I was not satisfied at all as he did take only 10 minutes. I mean excluding kissing and rubbing with his nose. But how I can ask him more? He is a married man. He never told me he loved me. We were just lovers in very early stage. I must confess I thought that his manhood with about 6 inches was too big. But when I joined to University and went abroad, I realized that I was wrong. Hopefully, I can tell you later more about my sexual life in college and abroad. One of the reasons is to educate my younger generation.