Virgin's First Holiday Experience

"Pull it out, damn it, grab a fucking condom." I again thought but somehow I just couldn't find the words. His cock was moving into me consuming the moment.

Finally I got a word out. "But, I...... I could get pregnant." I whispered nervously.

"No worries Anja." Dave whispered. "You'll be okay. Don't worry."

I thought, well that's nice he wants it in me bare without any responsibility. Yet he continued gently putting his hands inside my knees. I could feel his cock. He was pushing it inside me pushing against my purity. He then lifted both my knees opening my legs even wider. I then realized the meaning of being the weaker sex. I was totally vulnerable, totally at his mercy. He had me in position. With no other options I looked up into his eyes obediently waiting for him to push on.

He was done hesitating. He then started fucking me, driving powerfully, tearing through my innocence claiming my body like it was his property. I briefly whimpered in pain as he continued.

My virginity was history. I was no longer that sweet innocent girl. I now was a fucking woman.

Dave then began fucking me for real with increasingly deeper strokes as his cock filled me ruthlessly, his backside moving up then drilling down between my knees just like I had seen with Trudy. The pain after a few minutes faded, replaced with desire, perhaps the need to continue.

Honestly, I felt nasty, wet, full, entertaining a man with his bare cock moving back and forth in my horny cunt. I was now lying mouth open breathing hard watching him obediently, while he fucked me. He pounded into me again and again. I was so full, so fucked.

I pondered looking up at his face feeling him in me. So this is doing it, this is how it feels to get laid, to have cock in me. To be dominated sexually. I thought to myself. Dave had successfully bedded me, made me his whore. I felt so full, it was electric, wonderful, dangerous. We rocked back and forth fucking. I looked for a kiss. He kissed me, his hands on my tits as he fucked me.

Dave continued, driving his baby-maker further than I ever imagined possible. I could feel his balls landing against me as he fucked me relentlessly. I reacted as I only could, softly moaning. Now understanding my role as the weaker sex. I was nothing more, nothing less than a young woman being used to pleasure a male.

I had become a nasty cock entertaining slut.

After several minutes of increasingly faster and harder penetration he unapologetically whispered in my ear, "Oh yeah. You're ready for the climax bitch!"

"Climax?" I whispered. But I knew what he meant. I was, a tart, on her back, legs wide, getting fucked. I considered the box of condoms I had bought yesterday uselessly taking up space in my purse.

"Not on birth control Dave!" I whispered reminding him as he pushed on. I looked into his eyes submissively as it continued. He nodded without concern or care.

"Pull out, damn it! Pull it out before you cum, please!" I thought to myself but somehow I couldn't speak or stop his conquest. It was simply happening. Dave was breeding me. I sensed it, I knew it. Holding him back just wasn't going to happen.

"Kiss me!" I begged moving my hands to his shoulders. Our lips quickly joined, my tongue pushed into his mouth aggressively as his hands moved lower holding me at my waist. His tongue danced teasing mine as his cock enjoyed my sex below.

His thrusts soon changed, he slammed hard into me once then went back to several softer pushes before slamming forcefully hard three times again. I could do nothing. I was the weaker sex whimpering letting him have his way.

I could feel it. He was getting close. Without hesitation he continued fucking me even harder as I whimpered helplessly. Dave pushed hard, slammed deep with determination I could feel it. It was the climax. He was there. He then shook wildly moaning as he scored.

"Oh yes bitch!"

For my first time, I was a breeding slut. A mans cock had used my cunt for pleasure, to get off and ejaculate into his seduced innocent target. I could feel it, his cock throbbing in me as he scored filling me with his seed. This innocent girl on her first unchaperoned holiday had somehow become a slut hosting a males desires.

Dave continued fucking me, shooting all his juices into me until he was finished.

"Brilliant Anja. That was wonderful."

I knodded feeling a bit guilty of sin.

I lay beneath, with him on top for a while before he slowly pulled away flopping onto the bed beside me. I could see he was more than content with his successful conquest holding his hand on my tummy. A little cream dribbled between my legs silently reminding me where most had been left. Dave wasn't worried or concerned at all. I was though. I knew sex without protection could have consequences! Yet it had happened. Damn it, I thought lying there realizing I had just gotten fucked.

After a bit Dave surprised me kissing me tenderly before undressing me. He started by removing my blouse. Then my bra pulling it away. He lowered his head soon licking, sucking and nibbling greedily at my large swollen nipples. He then went further removing my skirt, tossing it to the floor.

Sex was embarrassingly new, but exciting too. So when he asked I took his cock into my mouth. It tasted salty, but I didn't care. I was leaning to be good at sucking cock. Making him soon hard again happened rather quickly.

Dave was clearly more sexually experienced than I and he knew what he wanted. I was not the first tart he had bedded. He guided me onto my knees. Then firmly he lifted my bottom holding me tightly by the hips. Dave quickly brought his cock to my pussy and pushed it into me. I briefly watched before turning my head, looking forward in complete surrender. He held me firm dominating me, breeding me. No kisses this time, just fucking.

He was doing me the infamous doggy-style that suddenly felt so deliciously wrong. Dave had found the perfect position for dominating his slut. I softly moaned taking each pounding drive seemingly deeper than the time before. It was raw sex without any relationship. No kisses or face to face communication. I missed that, but the fucking was deeper. Even more intense. I liked it from pure sexual excitement, being used, being dominated, being bred, being a bitch getting properly fucked.

This was it! I had learned my role. I was a sexy bitch. A stupid cunt to be chased after, bedded and used for male enjoyment.

I knew he was again close. It was building within, then finally I shook and gloriously orgasmed eyes closed moaning. Soon afterwards in a fog with Dave holding my hips tightly, using me, he came deep. I wondered what my orgasm at that moment meant.

After another pause, middle of the night Dave wanted me in missionary position. Honestly, I had had enough first night experience but Dave wanted a final go. Soon he was thrusting repeatedly. This time no kisses just sex. After a long hard fuck he finally whispered "Last shot bitch." I looked into his eyes taking it, watching him finish the ride. He slowly completed jerking off in me. Using my tight cunt that one last time.

After that, I was exhausted having been fucked three times and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke around 10 am and groggily sat upright. Looking around my room finding Dave was long gone; it was a bit of a relief that he'd had the discretion to quietly leave. I could almost believe that the events of the night had been a dream, be the sticky mess between my legs told an entirely different story. I had gotten laid. Been pumped full of man stuff. I was too tired to worry about all that, as well as breakfast. So I lazily slumped back down and fell asleep again.

Trudy and I found each other for lunch. She joined me that afternoon in the restaurant to tell me her story of how it had finally happened. I confided while sipping my tea I too was now a woman. But never mentioning risk or consequences.

That night there would be no sign of Dave or Tony. They had checked out, probably now already home laughing happily about the two tarts they had enjoyed fucking the last night before their flight home. Regardless our holiday continued as planned. Nightly we made our appearance at the club to dance, drink and party.

The ice had been broken. I was now a woman. As the vacation continued it became easier and easier, drinking heavily followed with alone time with suitors. I enjoyed the chase game. I was a cute young woman out partying, dressed invitingly constantly chased by men as a possible available lay. On holiday I had found my freedom to party and let suitors enjoy the new Anja. The holiday slut.

As things went on I got laid several times. Once in a dark hallway. A suitor kissed me. Intoxicated, I laughed daring him to go for it. He did, lifting my skirt. He pulled my knickers aside and brought his thing to my cunt soon pumping back and forth until after just a few minutes blasting into me.

Then there was a handsome older, mature suitor. I really enjoyed our time together. Out for a late night walk we found a quiet area for a nice hug. I turned bended over a railing lifted my skirt, baring my bottom and dropped my knickers inviting him to have me. He didn't dissapoint.

You might say I became quite active after that first night. I had become an available willing tart on holiday. Getting fucked more than once. When we boarded the plane to return home I was by no means the innocent girl who went on holiday. I was now a sexually active women who enjoyed the thrill of the chase and at times of my choosing getting caught and pleasing my suitor's desires.

Epilog.

Two weeks after returning home from holiday Anja was quite worried having missed her period. Then just before the time she anxiously expected her next period, a month later, she found herself peculiarly ill. Especially in the mornings. Three days later she nervously made a visit to the NHS. After blood and urine tests her doctor returned to the examination room.

"Young lady I think you have an idea what it might be?" Asked the doctor.

"No, not really." She lied. Obviously it had crossed her thoughts several times. "Do you have an idea?" She asked.

"Quite." He answered. "You mentioned you travelled on holiday recently." He stated.

"Yes, to Spain, last month." Anja confirmed.

"Lots of fun, perhaps with the boys?"

"Yes, I guess." Anja answered nervously fearing where this was headed.

"Alright sexually active on holiday?" He asked. "And did you use protection?"

"Condoms." She answered shyly.

"Right. You're just 19." He continuedy. "Alright, here it is. You're pregnant."

"No! It can't be." She argued fighting the tears welling in her eyes.

"Well yes, you are expecting young lady, due late fall. You know, these things do sometimes happen when partying on holiday."

"How could this be?" She whispered.

"I suppose at some point you must have had unprotected relations?

After a brief delay Anja looked up at the doctor. "Yes perhaps sir." She answered quietly nodding.

"And weren't you aware of the risks?" He asked.

"Yes. I was." She answered thinking about the unprotected sex she had had.

"Well then, you shouldn't be too surprised, now should you?" He lectured. "You happen to be the third single young woman to visit my office this month who mysteriously has morning illness after being away on holiday. If a woman doesn't want to get pregnant her best option is abstinence."

Anja had not succeeded in doing so. She now would be a mother before reaching twenty. Needless to say her parents were less than impressed with Anja's problem.

Some 25 weeks in Tony travelled into London for a visit. By chance upon arrival he noticed a young woman walking casually but slowly through King's Cross station. For some reason she briefly caught his eye. When he saw her face more closely he was shocked suddenly recalling and seeing Anja. He could see the obvious. Her bump was quite revealing. With his mobile he snapped a picture and immediately sent it over to Dave. He edited "25 Weeks" after counting the time since returning from holiday.

Dave moments later opened the text and photo. He texted back to Tony after seeing it was Anja and she was definitely at least six months pregnant. "No fucking way?" Typing the text he immediately wondered if he might be the father.

Anja also caught a glimpse of Tony. After a short delay she recognized him and turned towards him deliberately walking his way.

"Tony right? Didn't we meet on holiday in Spain?" She asked.

"I believe we did. Anja, if I recall." He answered.

"Yes." She answered noticing him looking down at her bump. "If I recall correctly your rude friend Dave spent some time with me while you were with my friend Trudy in our hotel."

"Yeah. I believe that's quite right." He answered. "Rude?"

"Yeah, the jerk left money on the nightstand." She told him.

"Oh fuck. Dave did mention doing that. I agree quite inappropriate." He answered.

"I wouldn't suppose you could give me the idiot's number, could you?" She asked.

"Well?" He responded.

Then stroking her belly she asked. "Dave might be interested in my. Shall I say, situation."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes Tony, really!" She confirmed.

"Is he......"

"Likely. A quick test would confirm his responsibility, wouldn't it." She offered.

"I think it might." He answered.

"Then give me his damn number." She again asked.

After a delay Anja then asked "I don't think you want me to make a scene here. Do you?"

"No. No please don't." Tony replied.

"Then give me both your and his number." Anja pushed.

"Why mine too?" He asked.

"Because if he doesn't answer me I can fucking come back to you. One way or another this needs settling." Anja answered.

Avoiding having a scene with a pregnant woman Tony stepped to one of the counters and reluctantly shared Daves contact page with his contact info as well. Anja quickly accepted both pages with cell and email info. Within the hour she texted Dave suggesting a paternity test. Two days later she met up with Dave. He found her to be quite the moody pregnant bitch.

Knowing she had had sex with more than one man while on holiday she hoped to find out if perhaps it was Dave's work that had succeeded. He was the first, so perhaps. Anja kept her other escapades to herself never mentioning this to Dave. She however angrily reminded him of his words. "It'll be just fine." Within three days Dave found out it was his problem too. He had scored knocking her up on holiday

The shot-gun wedding was a mere eight weeks later with Anja now 33 weeks in with around 8 to go. They divorced three years later despising each other. Anja was a single, working British mom at 23.