Late transformation into a man
This story actually happened, although names and some details have been changed. It is quite typical of its time—the 1980s, when talking about sex was taboo. It's about the sexual coming-of-age and marriage of young people—let's call them Dima and Ira. Dima grew up a normal guy, but he had no luck with girls—by age 27, he was still an unkissed boy. Ira was 22, finishing university and living in another city. She, like the vast majority of girls back then before marriage, had no adult relationships with boys and was a virgin. The young people were introduced through relatives on Ira's parents' side, who
wanted to settle their daughter in the capital, where Dima lived. The young people were sort of accidentally introduced and began calling each other. It must be said that Dima dreamed of losing his virginity, but due to shyness, strict upbringing, and complexes about his not very presentable appearance, he couldn't manage to start a relationship with the opposite sex. Meanwhile, his peers were boasting about their conquests, and many had already married and even had children...And so, marriage remained the only chance for the young man to finally become a man. But at first, Dima tried, albeit clumsily, to persuade Ira into intimacy. This happened six months after they met, when the girl came to the capital to visit relatives. The young people met, went to the movies, and were walking back through the park. They sat on a bench. And then Dima tried to kiss Ira. She pushed him away, recoiled. She said offendedly: no, I can't do that! Dima was hurt. And the young couple's relationship stalled for a year.
But the young man couldn't forget Ira. She was the only girl in his life whom he liked and who didn't reject him like many others. And after a little less than a year, he couldn't stand it and called her. And immediately proposed marriage. The young man, who had long since turned 28, simply couldn't bear his virgin state any longer, which he was terribly ashamed of. To gain his first sexual experience, he was ready for anything, even marriage.
Ira said she would think about it, called back later, and said she would come. She was finishing university and agreed to get married after receiving her diploma. Wedding preparations began...
I won't describe the wedding, I'll just say that the bride lived with relatives and only met the groom for pre-wedding matters. The young couple's communication remained chaste until the wedding itself. At the wedding, the bride herself kissed the shy groom. And so, the newlyweds' first wedding night. The parents prepared a room with the marital bed and left them alone in the apartment.
Ira was also nervous—both from the unknown and from the fear of pain during defloration. But she had a better idea of what to do—her mother had given her some advice. The girl did just that—she took off her snow-white wedding dress, petticoat, bra, and was left only in her white wedding lace panties and veil. Dima watched his beloved, mesmerized. Ira took her beloved's hands and began unbuttoning his shirt. The guy, who already had an erection in his pants, immediately began feverishly undressing. After taking off his trousers, he removed his underwear, and a not-so-small penis flopped out and assumed a horizontal position. Meanwhile, Ira lay on the bed on her back, squeezing her beautiful legs together. "Come to me," she said. The newlywed approached the bed and stared at the 23-year-old beauty. He devoured her body with his eyes, her juicy white breasts, spreading to the sides. Her round stomach and lace panties made of thick fabric. He had never seen anything like it before. His penis was simply ringing from tension, his hard balls, full of stagnant seminal fluid, rose up and propped up the penis from below. He felt—any moment now—one touch—and the irreversible would happen...
"Come to me," repeated the wife. "Let's kiss." Dima, leaning on his hands, began to lie down on his spouse. The virgin head of his excited penis touched the ribbed wide waistband of the panties. Dima froze, something flashed through his mind (I touched a woman), sweetness was approaching, and suddenly he felt—that's it! He couldn't hold back! A wave of orgasm rose from his overfilled testicles. Ira still didn't understand anything and was pulling him towards her—for a kiss. But Dima straightened up and, groaning dully, shot out a tight stream of whitish fluid. The stream of semen flew out on a shallow trajectory and landed on the veil, on the hair, on the forehead, on Ira's cheek. The pungent liquid ran down her face. The girl cried out and began defending herself with her hands from the flying sperm streams, catching them with her palms. The guy groaned, jerked, shooting in all directions, emptying his overfilled testicles. Suddenly, the stream of jets stopped, but the orgasm wasn't over. From the twitching penis, seminal fluid simply continued to flow out, dripping and running onto the panties. In a couple of seconds, Ira's wedding panties turned into a wet, sticky rag. Finally, the release came to an end. The penis went limp, Dima looked at his wife, at the bed, as if splashed with kefir, in shock. The smell of sperm was palpable in the room. Ira looked at herself, all covered in sticky whitish fluid, in surprise and confusion. Finally, Dima said: "Sorry, I didn't mean to." It sounded stupid. But he didn't know what to say. "You see, it's been a long time." Ira, without saying anything, covering her smeared face, ran to the bathroom to quickly wash off these sticky streaks, these streams running down her all over her body, dripping from her palms...
The young wife was shocked—by the surprise and the excessive amount of sperm. This was not at all how she imagined the first wedding night! She was surprised and disappointed. Her husband was also embarrassed—he felt annoyance and shame. Ira came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. When she took it off, Dima's breath caught. He saw IT for the first time! The female pubis, all covered with hair so that it seemed like another pair of black panties. The newlyweds lay down, and the virgin husband began feverishly groping his wife. Ira tried to kiss, but Dima kneaded her mammary glands, groped her stomach, pubis, and perineum. There was no erection, and the young people, tired from the wedding day, fell asleep.
They woke up late. Actually, it was already daytime. Dima threw off the blanket and began examining his sleepy wife. Everything was unexplored for him, everything was interesting. But especially her womb, all covered with fluffy hair. All his aspirations were there. Meanwhile, Ira woke up, and the virgin husband lay on top of her, kissing her lips and simultaneously trying to spread her legs apart. The girl didn't resist, her legs slowly parted, and Dima was able to slip his erect penis between his wife's thighs. The glans poked down into the pubis. The husband fidgeted, poking his penis somewhere into the hairy perineum. He understood nothing, knew nothing, and couldn't do anything. The wife spread her legs wider, trying to make it easier for her husband to find the target. Dima poked around chaotically but found nothing and in despair began asking: "Where? Where?" — "Lower," answered the wife. Dima directed his penis lower but again found nothing. "Where? There's no hole!" he said in despair. Ira giggled and made an upward movement with her hips, opened her legs a bit more, adjusting the position of the penis. And then Dima suddenly felt something slippery with the head. It was the female mucus secreted during Ira's arousal. For the boy, it was like an electric shock! Dima pressed his penis against that spot and felt the head spreading something soft and slippery. A thought flashed through his mind
On the second day of the wedding, a trip to the dacha was planned. In principle, it was logical—to continue in nature. And the newlyweds would rest after the passionate first wedding night, and the guests would disperse. There was a fairly spacious panel house with an attic and another small kitchen house. There was plenty of space. Mostly young people went—witnesses, the wife's sister, and friends. The parents came to the young couple for lunch, then the others began to arrive. Ira had many friends—besides her cousin, a childhood friend, two classmates, and also Ksyusha—Ira's sociable neighbor girl, who was a witness. They came to the capital for Ira's wedding and stayed with her. Dima had few friends—only the witness Vova and his friend from university, Kolya. Kolya had been married for a long time, and Vova changed girlfriends like gloves.
The arriving friends immediately began asking the newlyweds how the wedding night went. Dima brushed it off: like, everything's fine. Ira remained mysteriously silent. The friends were burning with curiosity, because Irka was very sociable and there were no secrets between them. She was always aware of all her friends' intimate affairs; they told her everything, even asked for advice. The girls had long had experience with boys; the sister and classmate Lena were married, Ksyusha was raising a child alone, and another friend was having romances, dreaming of catching luck by the tail. But Ira was stubbornly silent, and her face showed incomprehensible irritation. "Well, how is he?" the friends asked. "Why are you silent?" — "He's nothing!" Ira blurted out irritably. "What do you mean nothing?" — "Just like that! Nothing, that's all!" — "Didn't you have anything?" the girlfriends pressed. "No. He couldn't. He's a virgin," Ira finally explained. "Hee-hee! I knew it!" Ksyusha blurted out with a laugh in her voice. "Remember, I told you he's still a boy?!" — "What do I care about your talk!" Ira answered irritably and offendedly and made it clear she didn't want to talk anymore.
Once at the dacha, everyone busied themselves with pleasant chores—preparing firewood for the barbecue, cooking, and so on, while simultaneously partaking of the drinks they brought with them or bought on the way. But Dima didn't want to, simply couldn't drink. He was as if in a daze, in a state close to shock. He experienced a whole range of feelings—annoyance, shame, resentment, irritation, and at the same time some kind of voluptuous excitement and joy. There was a premonition of the approaching, so close and so long-awaited event—the main event of his life. He understood that soon he would lose his prolonged boyish innocence.
They partied late, only after midnight did they go to their rooms to sleep. The newlyweds were placed upstairs—in the attic. It was spacious there, with a large double bed. Downstairs were 3 rooms and a veranda. That's where everyone settled. Only Dima's dad slept in a separate small house. The climax was approaching, and the newlyweds vaguely guessed it. Ira undressed first, left only in her panties, and dove under the blanket. Dima looked at her thoughtfully and began to undress slowly, even somewhat sluggishly. After undressing completely naked, he looked at his wife for a few seconds, then went to the bed and lay under the blanket next to his wife. His penis was already half-erect. He hugged his wife, pressed against her with his whole body, kissed her cheek, her ear, and began to speak: "Ira, Irochka, sorry, I didn't mean to, you see, you're the first, I haven't had one yet, I haven't had a woman, I don't know, I'm inexperienced," he mumbled into his wife's ear. "Ira, help, I'm a virgin!" he finally blurted out. "Well, there, you admitted it! You should have warned me right away! There was no need to be shy, it's natural," the wife answered tenderly. "Ir, let's try?" Dima asked timidly. "You won't manage. Sleep!" answered Ira. "No, let's!" Dima said more insistently and began groping his wife through her panties between her legs. "No! Don't! Sleep!" Ira was clearly afraid to make attempts here. Where would she wash? And what, lie in a wet bed? And if it hurts? And besides, everyone can hear here! It's a plywood house!
But the 28-year-old virgin wasn't listening to her anymore. He got worked up. Throwing off the interfering blanket, he hooked the elastic of the panties and literally yanked them off his wife's hips. Paying no attention to the panties dangling around her ankles, he forcefully spread Ira's knees apart. The revealed view of the female womb with thick, hairy labia simply stunned him. His penis was ringing. And he threw himself between his wife's legs, who was forced to free her legs from the dangling panties and spread them wide apart. When the penis forcefully poked into her perineum, Ira realized that resistance was now useless, that she could only help her inexperienced husband. That was her last sane thought. And she raised her hips, catching her husband's penis.
Stunned, they lay next to each other, looking at themselves and the sheet. Everything was stained with secretions from the genitals—mucus, blood, sperm. And there was a lot of all of it. All of Ira's womb was smeared with blood, sperm was oozing from the genital slit. Dima, who had lost his innocence, stared at his wife's perineum. "Ira! I lost my virginity!" he said confusedly. "Congratulations! Me too," Ira answered in a weary voice. "Ira! I became a man!" Dima said, staring at the womb, somewhat confusedly. The sight of the broken hymen excited him, his penis began to rise again. But even more, his own admission of losing his virginity turned him on. "Oh, Irochka!" Dima whispered, getting excited. "Finally, I lost my innocence!" The penis assumed a battle-ready position. "I'm not a virgin anymore! Ooooh!" — from the sweetness of the admission, the young man couldn't hold back and came, shooting streams onto his wife's thighs. The ejaculation was fantastically pleasant—thin streams kept flying out and flying out—the young man groaned from heavenly pleasure at the process of emptying his testicles. Finally, the orgasm ended, and Dima fell back on his back, exhausted, his penis, smeared with secretions, dangling limply to the side. Ira looked in surprise at her thighs splashed with semen, the wet sheet stained with blood and sperm, her perineum, all red from dried blood rubbed into the skin. And the young couple didn't know that at that moment, somewhere in the semen-filled vagina of the deflowered bride, the great mystery of the conception of a new life was taking place...
And downstairs, the guests heard practically everything. The girls giggled, Ksyusha clapped her hands, and Lena said: "I can imagine how he messed up yesterday!" Ira's sister answered in surprise: "Wow! Mine was a boy too, but he managed everything the first time." In the next room, the guys were also slightly tipsy. Witness Vova was surprised—he didn't think his friend had married as a boy: "What, only now?" Kolya summed up the event in a theatrically mournful voice: "We didn't protect him! They've unsealed the last virgin of our year!"
Two weeks later, already among his family and friends, Dima celebrated his 29th birthday. Nine months later, his son was born. But that's another story.