****** Losing My Virginity by Geraldine ******
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Losing My Virginity


Mark woke up feeling horny. His girlfriend was still asleep next to him, facing
away with just a pair of white cotton panties on. He placed his hand on her
hip; she didn't wake. Geraldine was a virgin at 23. She wanted to save herself
for marriage. Usually she let Mark stay over, and she would let him eat her out
and finger her until she came but that was it. Mark had taught her how to rub
his cock just how he liked it, but that was as far as she would go. He'd tried
to enter her a number of times, usually when they were both drunk. She always
fought him off, last night was no exception. He needed a fuck. Slowly he moved
his hand under her knicker elastic and round until he encountered the start of
her pubic hair. Still she slept. Time for the plunge... his forefinger found
her slit and began to work it back and fort, applying sufficient pressure that
his finger gradually slipped inside her. Geraldine began to moan in her slumber
as she started to moisten up. Mark's cock was rock hard as he frigged her, he
started to pull her panties down with is other hand, his cock nestling between
her firm buttocks. She had a great body, if a little on the skinny side. He
knew better than to touch her little breasts, she found them far too sensitive,
but in the heat of the moment as he was rubbing his cock between her buttocks
he had a lapse of concentration. He gently squeezed her left boobie.

Geraldine woke with a start. She had been having a sexy dream where she was
snogging her colleague from work. John had the most fantastic bottom. However
the reality was her jerk of a boyfriend was molesting her again, "Fuck off
Mark, you always have to push your luck don't you."

She leapt out of bed and stormed over to her wardrobe.

"Come on Gez, I was just feeling a bit randy, lets have a bit of give and take
here. I made to come last night and you fell asleep without sorting me, My nuts
are full to burst. She ignored him, she hated rubbing his cock. What would her
mother say? Or Father O'Brien if they knew what she got up too. Geraldine got
up about nine o'clock every Sunday to get ready for church, and today was no
exception. She pulled on a pair of jeans, the bra she wore yesterday that was
still on the floor and a green t-shirt before popping into the bathroom.

Bitch. Mark was lying in his girlfriend's bed with a raging hard on. He got up
and went to where he always did when she left him this frustrated. Her laundry
basket. Geraldine was beautiful, 5'2", 100llbs and long black hair down to her
bottom. It was this pert arse that Mark was thinking off as he buried his face
into a pair of last week's panties. She cycled everywhere so they always had a
generous sweaty aroma. He heard the front door slam. She was pissed off with
him then, no farewell. No asking if he would stay for lunch. Fuck it, he
thought. He got up and dressed quickly. He had an hour or so to plan his
revenge for 2 years of forced abstinence.

She arrived at the church with five minutes to spare. Parked her bike down the
side by the bins and went in. She loved going, always made her feel at peace
with herself. She would need to do confession some time this week, but probably
not today. She ought to rush back and apologise to Mark. She had been a little
harsh. Geraldine always cycled as it gave her time to contemplate. She could
stop off at the supermarket on the way home and get the ingredients for trifle.
Mark's favourite.

Stanley knife, parcel tape and a bin bag Mark had found at his flat. He had to
find an open chemist for the condoms. That took him 45 minutes. He parked a 5
minute walk from the church and after a brisk stroll there found Geraldine's
bike almost straight away. He'd told her about leaving it in dark alleys.
Perfect. He let the air out of her front tire and unclipped the pump. He placed
it in full view in the middle of the alley, but a little further down. Right
next to the big dumpster. The trap was baited. Mark sat down out of sight
behind the bin. The pump was straight in front of him. He arranged his tools
and the waiting started.

Geraldine stepped out into the wonderful Sunday morning feeling happy. She said
farewell to Father O'Brien on the way out and made her way back to her bike. As
she got closer she noticed the front wheel looked a bit flat. Good job she
always carried a pump, but where was it?

Mark's cock was rock hard waiting. He rolled the condom on and started to
masturbate. He could just see her in his imagination struggling as he fucked
her. Suddenly he heard her footsteps. She would be discovering the absence of
her pump about now. Pause while she looked about... Bingo! They started to get
closer as she spied the bait. Sweet, innocent little Geraldine. As she bent
down to pick it up. He pounced, pulling the bin bag over her head. He clamped
his hand over her mouth and pulled her behind the bin. She was thrashing about
and trying to scream.

"Sshhh pretty one" Mark growled in an attempt to disguise his voice. He pushed
the blade of the Stanley knife against her throat. "Silence... understand?".
Geraldine nodded. He pinned her to the ground by kneeling in the small of her
back. Quickly he tied her hand together with the parcel tape and cut a section
of which he reached under the bin liner with and placed over her mouth. Then
his masterpiece that he thought of whilst waiting... he taped the bag tight
shut around her neck.

Geraldine couldn't believe this was happening. She was going to be raped by a
stranger. All these years of saving herself wasted! She was quiet as he tied
her hands behind her back. She had been told not to risk getting hurt in the
self defence classes she had been to (shame she ignored the other advice about
avoiding situation). He taped her mouth shut- she couldn't scream of she wanted
to now. Maybe Father O'Brien would find her. She hoped and prayed that he did.
Oh my god! He's going to suffocate me! The dawning realisation as he taped the
bag made her struggle more.

Mark turned Geraldine onto her back, her thrashing about turning him on more.
He undid her jeans and pulled them and her panties down to her ankles in one
swift motion. This had the effect of restricting her leg movements, preventing
her kicking him. Next the Stanley knife came into good use, cutting her t-shirt
from her belly to her neck, exposing her bra. Another swipe and the bra was cut
setting the small breasts free. Mark stepped back to admire her figure. She was
struggling less now, the air must be getting short. He knelt at her feet and
crawled up until his cock was level with her pussy. He forced her to lubricate
with some rough manual insertion before plunging himself into his virgin
girlfriend. He felt a definite ripping sensation that coincided with a grunt
from his victim as her hymen tore. Damn she was tight. He looked down at the
blood-smeared condom as he pummelled her. The sight caused him to come far too
quickly, the excitement of the event getting ahead of him. But at least he'd
got what he wanted. She stood to leave. As he started off down the alley, he
remembered... he slashed the bag to give her air. After all, he hoped one day
to fuck her willingly.

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