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I have had to take the virginity of virgins. Comparing the first such case with those that came later, I can say that an experienced man does it more skillfully. With such a man, it turns out easier and less painful for the girl.

I have seen all sorts of defloration videos. Licensed discs with such videos are easy to buy abroad, but they are expensive. In Russia now, you can buy inexpensive copies online with cash on delivery. With all sorts of variations — with a male deflorator, with defloration using a dildo, fingers, etc. There are also exotic options — with a child's rubber doll or the thin end of a baseball

bat. I think such films could be useful for those girls who would like to lose their virginity but are afraid of defloration. By watching how it's done, one can see that there's nothing particularly terrible about it.

But I have never been an in-person observer of a girl having her cherry popped. If I had to provide such a service to a girl together with a friend, I would gallantly yield the right to be first to my friend, in order to observe. Life is given to a person only once. And one wants to get more varied impressions from this life.

The breaking of the cherry happens in different ways. The range is very wide. Sometimes on the first attempt, and sometimes many attempts are unsuccessful and defloration occurs several hours after the first try. Sometimes it happens without much pain and bleeding. And sometimes it's very painful for the girl and there's a lot of blood. This story is a real account of a difficult case.

I had a graduate student named Lyudmila, a 21-year-old girl. She was from Siberia, and her appearance showed a clear admixture from some local ethnicity. Short in stature, with a face featuring slightly prominent cheekbones. The skin on her face wasn't very smooth. A good figure. Lyudmila studied excellently. But she had a difficult personality, and I didn't notice any close friendly relationships with anyone. Guys, it seemed, also didn't favor her with their attention. And at 21, she remained a virgin, though she clearly wanted to part with that virginity.

I wouldn't have minded popping another cherry. But Lyudmila's unpredictability held me back, so I was wary of getting closer. Although it can't be said our communication was completely innocent. It had reached the same stage as President Clinton with the famous intern — I had already taught Lyudmila to give a blowjob.

I noticed another feature, which is rare in girls, but was very pronounced in Lyudmila. As soon as we started hugging and kissing, the muscles of her abdomen would begin to convulsively contract. Just like it happens during an orgasm.

Summer came. Lyudmila brilliantly defended her graduation thesis, received her university diploma, and moved out of the dormitory. She had some business left in the city, and she settled in a hotel for a while. It was during this period that we met. In a few days, she was supposed to fly back to Siberia. This untied my hands. And I didn't want to miss the opportunity. After sitting in a cafe and talking, we started deciding what to do next. I didn't pressure her, left the choice to her:

— So, where to now?

— What are the options?

— We could take a boat ride on the river, the weather is good. We could go straight to your hotel right now.

— Let's go to the hotel.

When we were already lying naked in bed and caressing each other, I saw (not felt with my body or hand) how waves of convulsions rolled across her stomach from excitement. Long foreplay wasn't needed, and very soon we proceeded to what both she and I wanted. Lyudmila had very little time left before saying goodbye to her virginity.

We did it in the classic position and without much romance. Lyudmila spread her legs wide and bent them at the knees. The entrance was already well lubricated, I checked with my hand. I directed the head of my penis towards the vagina and pressed it against her pubis, spreading the labia. Sometimes in such a situation, a virgin gets scared, tries to squeeze her legs together or dodge. Lyudmila did nothing of the sort, and was clearly set on taking my penis inside her. Although she was also a bit afraid, knowing it could be painful.

But it turned out to be very difficult. I thrust my penis forward forcefully several times, but it absolutely did not penetrate Lyudmila. There was a feeling that she had no entrance there at all, even one covered by a hymen.

The hymen is never a solid barrier; it always has an opening. Maybe a small one, but it's there. During defloration, the head of the penis pushes the membrane inward into the vagina, ends up near the opening, and penetrates it, usually tearing the edges of the membrane around the penis.

Here it was different. No membrane was bending inward into the vagina. The head was pressing against flat flesh and, when pushed, would slip up or down. It seemed the entrance to the vagina was clenched to such a strong degree that penetration was practically impossible. In medicine, if I'm not mistaken, this phenomenon is called vaginismus.

I didn't want to postpone or prolong the breaking of the cherry. Lyudmila was clearly set on it and expected successful action from me. After pleasuring the girl orally for a bit, I continued with manual stimulation. So that her pubis would get used to the touch of something harder than lips and tongue. After that, Lyudmila pulled her knees up to her shoulders, and I got back to business.

Pressing the head of my penis against the tightly clenched entrance, I made a light thrust forward again and again, immediately retreating. It seemed Lyudmila was starting to tire from the constant tension and anticipation:

— Don't be afraid, be bolder, I'll endure it…

— And you don't be afraid, it's fine…

Continuing with light thrusts, I noticed that sometimes the head began to slightly part the flesh. But I didn't want Lyudmila to clench up again and push the penis out with a stronger thrust. This continued for a few more minutes. In the past, such a trial would have been impossible for me due to mounting excitement. But experience is experience.

At some point, I felt the head sink deeper. And without warning, with a strong thrust, I drove my penis into the vagina. Lyudmila screamed, and I covered her face with a pillow lying nearby. We were in a hotel. And I didn't want anyone to come running at the scream.

After making a few more movements, I plunged my penis into Lyudmila to the fullest depth possible for me. She stopped screaming and only moaned softly with my movements. The vaginal walls tightly and pleasantly squeezed my penis. But the charm of the first penetration into a virgin, in my opinion, is not in any particularly pleasant physical sensations, but is more of a psychological nature. I — am the first! I did it!

But you can't escape nature. Business is business, but the excited organism demanded release. I broke Lyudmila's cherry without a condom. I didn't even have one with me. After asking about her period, I realized I couldn't come inside her now, it was dangerous. Asking her to bear with it, I fucked her a little more, working the entrance and enjoying what had been done:

— All good! You're a woman now.

— Thank you! I've wanted this for a long time.

— No need to thank, I wanted it too. How are you?

— Fine. It just hurts. And at the beginning it was just awful.

— Yeah, you screamed as if you were being cut. Should we not torture you further?

— No need, I've had enough for today. But what about you?

— Like before, the tried and true way.

After thrusting my penis into Lyudmila a few more times, I pulled it out, moved away, and looked. The penis was covered in blood, and on the sheet I also saw a decent-sized bloodstain. Asking her to wait, I went to the shower to wash my penis before sending it to Lyudmila's mouth.

As I was standing by the sink, rinsing my erect penis with warm water, Lyudmila came up behind me and started stroking and kissing me. I looked back and saw streaks of blood running down the inside of her thighs. A lot of time has passed, but this picture of blood running down her legs is firmly imprinted in my memory.

I won't describe the further details, there was nothing interesting. In bed, Lyudmila gave me a blowjob, and I got the desired release, discharging the accumulated sperm into her mouth. We didn't make love anymore, neither that day nor on other days before her flight. She called, suggested meeting. But I didn't. I didn't have free time, and I didn't want to make her attached to me. I had done my job, and I decided to leave Lyudmila's education in the art of love to others.

Over the next two years, she flew to Moscow several times, and we met. Having parted with her virginity and already having experience with men, she remained just as excitable. During the first caresses, her stomach continued to behave the same as before. I introduced Lyudmila to my friend, with whom she also made love.

Then the communication began to fade. And that's normal. We didn't have any common unifying interests. And without that, friendship between a man and a woman doesn't work out. Even after sex.

Viktor Severyanin, Moscow.