Anne Tan was turning 18 and I was 21 then when the story occurred. She was Pasir Ris’ (Our local neighbourhood) U-18s Ladies basketball’s team shooting guard, the cream of the crop among all the players I coached during short 2 years stint with them. I first saw Anne when she was 15, dressed in plain T-shirt, shorts and a baseball cap, in-line skating around the basketball court, during one of the Fridays U-18s Men basketball team training session. As I was the player and Assistant Coach then, I had to ensure everything’s in proper storage after every session. And there she always would be, still skating round long into the night. It wasn’t till the end of 5th session, about ½ hour after the whole team gone for the night that she approached me, during my personal intensive training session preparing for an up-coming match. Like any girls in their 15s, she was becoming a nuisance, as the session progressed, skating closer and closer with each round she made, till she was actually skating on the concrete basketball floor itself. I immediately stopped my training, shouted at her and indicated that I wanted her in front of me, as I wanted to have a word with her. After about 5 minutes of giving my piece of mind, about respecting the court grounds, demanded her to take-off her skates at once (which she reluctantly did) and her being a nuisance. Her next words and reply got me stunned for a while.

“I’ve been observing the basketball team for a while, and really interested to be in Anglican High’s (her school) Ladies Basketball Team.” She said. “But I don’t have any basketball experience or training, so can you teach me?” She continued.

I glanced at her, from head to toe, A-cup and all and thought to myself – She’s so tomboyish but nevertheless a young woman in the making. However personally to me, basketball and women don’t mix, and decided to have some fun at her expense. So I pick up the ball and slammed it directly into her tummy, smiled gingerly and said: “We gonna play First to 11 and if you can score 1 basket against me, I would consider your request, but if you can’t, then your request is denied.” “Don’t think just because you are a young lady, I would go soft on you. I will treat you like any other guys on the team.” I added. So it began, the game that changed both her and me.

The result was an effortless 11 – 0 in my favour, with her bruised and dirty from all that “In-Your-Face” plays. As she stood at the sidelines, nursing her cuts and bruises, I changed my mind as she got guts, determination and attitude, which I admired. However what impressed me the most was that she neither sulked nor bitched, and even had the audacity to challenged me to another round, as I walked towards her.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and said: “It’s okay. The results will still be the same, even if we had a few more rounds.” “Though you had lost physically, you are already a winner in spirit.” “The score didn’t matter anyway…So Yes, I will train you, but you must agree to my conditions.” I added. “Firstly…I will only train you after the whole U-18s Men’s team has gone.” I said “Secondly…No matter how tired you are, or how you’re feeling you must come for training”…I continued. “Lastly…Respect the basketball grounds when you enter” I winked.

So in the middle of May 1994 a Coach – Player relationship began. From then till mid-1995…Come rain, hail or shine…There we were on the courts…I taught her different techniques and tactics of basketball. She was a fast learner, not only being drafting in her school’s, but also the local neighbourhood’s Ladies basketball team within a year of training. I was recommended as the successor coach for the neighbourhood’s U-18s Ladies basketball team by her and my U-21s Men basketball team coach, when the coach then was retiring. There I was, a 19-year-old, both a 1st year U-21s Men basketball player and 1st year U-18s Ladies basketball coach. With that, I saw and trained her 2 times a week, first with the U-18s Ladies basketball team on Tuesdays nights and after the U-21s Men basketball team training on Thursdays nights. As time went on, we were strictly coach and player on the courts, but off the courts we were mucking around like close siblings.

It was on the night of November 19th 1997, on the beach beneath the starry sky that got to know each other physically better. We had planned a quiet 1-day overnight camp and barbecue on an off-shore island beach with each other, in celebration for cringing a quadruple achievement a week ago - The 1997 Nationwide Basketball Trophy in both our age-division, Tournament’s MVP Shield for her, Winner’s medal for being the Ladies basketball team coach for me. We decided for the quiet getaway, after all that crazy neighbourhood celebrations, as to plan and reflect on our next steps in life, (For me, it was the compulsory Nation’s military commitments, and for her – An Overseas Masters in Multimedia studies.) and some beach activities.

We met at the void deck of her apartment about 10ish that morning, loaded all the necessary gears and bicycles into the jeep, prior to a 10-minutes drive towards the jetty and a ½-hour sea voyage. Upon arrival, we decided to do some trail cycling, before searching a suitable spot to set camp, and got on with usual beach activities. As it rained the previous night, the trail was rather muddy, with tons of pothole “mines” lurking in our path. After an hour plus of wild downhill sprints, tiring uphill climbs, mind-bending curves and victim to those countless “mines”, we knew we had enough of an adrenaline rush for the day and proceed back towards the jeep, with our bodily clinging soaked jerseys and mud covered cycles in tow. As we stepped out from the dense forest vegetation shade and into the welcoming sunlight, I noticed Anne’s nipples were already perked from her dark Fox jersey’s top torso area. Despite she being small-breasted, she always wears bras, if not some kind of supportive wears. However with the well-soaked top clinging to her body, it didn’t prevent revealing everything about her frontal contours, and hidden nothing from sight. (Had a slight penile movement.) As we took a breather, we discussed our eventual camping destination.

It didn’t took us long to agree on whereabouts, cause in our minds we both knew it would be our rather secluded usual area, whenever we come to that beach, located at the western end of the island. After some distance, we finally arrived and set up tent and camp instantaneously. After all the necessary tasks were done, it was time for some Sun, Sand and the Sea excitement, so I got behind some bushes and her into the amenity located nearby, and changed into our beach apparel. It was the very first time I saw her in a 2-piece Nike tankini, other than the usual 1-piece swimming outfit. (Had a small erection then.) We proceed to air-dry our heavily perspired mud soaked clothes on the tent’s line, lined the tandem kayaks against the shore, and pedaled out towards open water. We could only spend about 1½ hours kayaking, and decided to pedal back towards shore, as the waves were choppy from all the ships travelling within that area. It didn’t damp our spirits much, though I felt some disappointment, despite her face not showing it.

So as we were approaching shore, I leaned over my lefts, which tilted the kayak of its axis and capsized, ejecting both of its occupants into the murky chest-deep depths. When we surfaced, she stared momentarily, before sucker-punched me in the arm, and soon laugher broke out between us. As it was rather impossible to mount the kayak under choppy conditions, and her being the weaker swimmer, it’s better that she got on the capsized kayak, and I pushed it back towards shore. With that, I lifted her feet out of the water, and after several attempts (Each time she fell back into the water, her varies genitals brushed against me) finally assisted her onto the inverted kayak, handed her the oars and started swimming for shore, pushing the kayak heading towards shore. Gosh, it was hard work trying to battle strong undercurrents, and pushing the kayak with her on top back to shore. However my mind wasn’t on the task at hand, but on the penile-enlarging view ahead. As she sat faced towards me with her legs opened to each side, I got a distinct bird-eye’s view of her lower torso and apprehend her spongy pussy lips silhouette from her damp translucent baby-blue tankini bottom. I glanced at her, and could see that she was blushing hard, was knew that was the only practical method of stabilisation, there was not much she could do about it, and tried to ignored that I was physically there. As for me, I was struggling hard not to look, but with a raging hard-on, both mind and eyes constantly zeroing on the “target”, I had to switch my focus forcefully, back onto the imminent task. (It’s sure a good thing I was in the water at that time, as it hidden and smoothed my “salami” with its cold water.) After much effort, we both made it safely back on land, and rested a while, before I grabbed and dumped her into the water, thus started the chase along the beach, splashed water at each other and other usual beach antics. Then we both lay on the soft sandy beach totally exhausted, got a slight tan and dried off, before showering and preparing for dinner.

So there we were, sat down side by side on the stone breakwater, located outside our tent, chatting away with the setting sun beyond the horizon, while dining on charcoal-grilled food We talked about life, about friends, studies, basketball…etc. We both must be on that breakwater for several hours, enjoying the cool November sea breeze lying side by side under the starry sky, before a freak gale came, thus warning of a sudden change in weather. We got up reluctantly, started cleaning up promptly and managed to head for tent, before the light grizzles became into droplets, and droplets into heavy rain or what I always label as God’s “Full-Flush”. Gosh…It was sure raining cats and dogs, cause we can really feel the force of each droplet of rain hitting the tent’s exterior. Back in the tent, we continued our abrupt conversation, played some cards and board games, before retiring late into the night. As we both lay down, trying to get some shuteye, Anne suddenly lay on her side and whispered somethings that really surprised me.

“What kind of girls do I liked?” “What criteria(s) I am looking for?” “Though I’m not flat-chested like some girls, I feel that my breast are still hardly noticeable!” “Do you like women with small, sufficient or capacious boobs?” “Do you feel that I’m too tomboyish for guys to notice me?”

Before I could answered any, her next question and subsequent action that really caught me off-guard. “Remembered the first day we met? I like you then…And much more after all the time we shared!” “Do you fancy me?” She murmured in a sexy voice, gently resting her hand on my right thigh.

After pondering on all her questions carefully, I chose only to answer her last question: - “A bit, but more like a friend…And perhaps love you like a little si…” She interrupted before I could finish my response, and said: - “Yeah. Right!” “Why should I believe you?” “Your lower body has obviously betrayed your mouth.” As she replied as her hand stroked up and down my thigh gingerly, before resting them near my groin, pressurising my currently enraging erection to almost “rip” through my shorts. “I did noticed you “violated” at me with lustful eyes, not once but several times for the duration of the day, especially during our ‘adventure’ at sea” “I don’t have to spell it out…You know!” “It’s very apparent for anyone to see!” She added. “What violate?” “What lustful eyes?” “What “But…”

I already knew no matter I gonna say would be futile. Before I could think of a defensive reply, she continued: - “You actually “touched” me “there”…You know!” “What?” I exclaimed. “It was purely accidental…I had to catch you, just to break your fall each time before you hit the water…Just that your “landing” angle was off each time, if you haven’t noticed!” I replied. “I’m sorry if I did violated you…But that thought never crossed my mind…Honestly.” I continued.

But what I said didn’t registered in Anne’s mind at all, as her hands inched closer towards the “tent-pole” in my shorts. Like a cat, she suddenly sprung up, sat on my stomach, and with one hand pinned my hands against my chest and the other stroking “The One-eyed snake”, and said: - “Do me…Now!” “It doesn’t matter whether you like me as a friend, a sister or what!” “I only just want you in me now…And you know you want that too!” “It’s only natural!” She moaned.

Though we knew what we gonna do is wrong, with all the values and morals we knew, gradually being locked far behind our minds. Despite temperatures decreasing with the cold wind howling outside, vice versa was said of the happenings within the tent. It was getting really fast and fiery inside. Fewer words and more action were indeed the way…And the Only way to go.

As I was the obviously stronger individual, I managed freed my hands, and placed them against her waist, as to cushioned her effortless “dismount” from my stomach. (Though she did put up some unavailing attempt to remain “rooted”). As I laid her on her side, I pashed her gently on her cheeks, and she immediately returned it, with a soft kiss on the lips. Kisses were exchanged to and fro, getting robust and hasty with each round, with hands roving in all directions yet aimlessly. After a 10+ round lips bout, I proceed to move my hands from her waist, up towards her breasts. Though they were indeed small in both sight and touch, nevertheless still felt like apricots, as I took them into each palm, and my fingers enclosed and caressing it. With each stroke seemingly releasing the built-up tension, for they seemed to have a life on their own, and slightly increased in volume before my eyes. Her nipples are swelling fast and hard, like small mung beans through her top. After much caressing, I reached behind, and after some attempts, managed to unclasp her bra cleanly. As the bra she worn was strapless and her tops still firmly on, it just fell out as I lifted her upright, and thrown her white “Hello Kitty” bras over her head, as I continued with my frontal assault, and slowly worked towards disrobing her top. Concurrently we both lifted our hands in sync, and assisted each other in taking our tops off. Hers felt more like ripping my shirt off. The moment as her top was removed, her hands instantly retreated and to cover her naked “peaks”. Without much thought, I positioned my hands over hers, for I knew she was always rather conscious about her “twin headlights”.

“They are not only very small, and slightly not proportionate.” “I’m very scared you wouldn’t like what you see.” She said softly “It’s okay” “They might be small and disproportionate, but still I’m able to be felt something just now.” “Though sight is vital…To me personally, feel is more important.” I answered; thus hoping it would assure her in certain ways.

Slowly but surely, she loosened her grip and freed them from exhibition. With her top and bras off, I said as I admired those breasts: - “Though her breast indeed was marginally disproportionate, however appeared balanced when viewed from afar.” With that, I too confirmed what I felt moments ago. Her freed breast indeed appeared to have slightly increased in mass, and with blood rushing towards them, giving them a sexy light-pinkish tone, which felt more like peaches, and her nipples a lovely rosy colour, that looked and felt more like capers as they became fully erected So she happily asked: - “So you liked what you see?” “What do you think?” I replied teasingly, as my hands began zooming in for more frontal assaults.

She gave me a gentle slap on the cheeks, and said: - How dare you make fun of me?” She tried to turn away, but I gently push and pinned her down on her back, before she could make her move. After a while of frontage hand assault, I proceed on with my battle plan, situating my mouth over her breasts, giving each equal treatment as I gently felt and lined them with kisses. Her caper-liked nipples were standing proudly from her breasts, and with each time I journeyed over them, I felt and licked them with my tongue. She would hunched and lifted her back slightly off the tent’s base, and moaned softly each time I licked and savoured her now highly responsive nipples. She halted the frontal assault as her sensitive nipples were getting overly ticklish to touch. I kissed her on her forehead in acknowledgment to her request, and advanced downwards towards uncharted “bushlands”.

As I slowly descended, paving the route with kisses and inching my way steadily towards my newly acquired target. After placing some tender smooches on her firm cute tummy, I gently turned and laid her faced down as I moved on towards her back. I gave her a short shoulder and back massage, as kisses surfed her back, from the top all along the way till the end of her spine, which was hidden by the her shorts top elastic band. After ensuring she felt all relaxed, and her back’s tension fully relieved, I proceed in lifting her front lower torso slightly off the ground, as I placed my fingers on the elastics, and removed her shorts languidly over her smooth perky rear, down to her ankles, and then taking them off entirely. I was truly mesmerised by sight of her 2 firm rear cheeks, perking from her matching white “Hello Kitty” boy-leg undies. That was the first time I saw them partial nude and placed my hand over on each side, and felt her baby-like smooth hairless surface.

“Gosh!” I exclaimed. “Never knew you had a prefect 10 bum!” “You must had taken very good care of them.” I added as I proceed massaging them. “Of course!” She happily replied. “All that in-line skating and basketball kept them well-toned.” “Moreover I ensure that it’s well moisturised before bed each night.” She said with pride. “I did all that, cause I want you to enjoy them!” She continued. “Thanks…I will appreciate them as requested!” I winked as I replied her.

After feeling and massaging her rear cheeks for some time, I placed my nose on them unconsciously sniffed them. It was the unmistakable scent of “Johnson’s Baby products” that filled my nostril. As I shifted slowly downwards, another odour that I couldn’t identify at all invaded. An emanation that truly unusual and unique in its own rights, and dilating intensively as I inched closer towards her “secret garden”. (It was also then that I came to know that very woman has uniquely different scent below, as I had sex once before [Chelsea Story]) It was then that I realised that she had gradually parted her legs, as I traced her bum’s scent downwards, thus deliberately releasing that mysterious fragrance. It was also then that I noted a constant accelerating damp spot, concentrated in the middle of her panties, previously sandwiched between her legs, and now stuck there utterly touching bare skin. As I embarked on an intriguing trip down south, I recognised some clear secretion leaking out from that fully soaked spot, and she shivered slightly as I gently brushed my index finger, moistened its tip against the cloth, before placing in my mouth for a taste. Only 1 word could describe the taste then – Sweet! I realised that the more I brushed my fingers against it, the more secretion came forth. And before long, I was tugging at the middle of her panties, with her twisting and turning franticly with each lick of my tongue. After a while, she reached my hands, placed them at the top of the undies elastic band, and motioned for me to take them off. Like with her shorts, I lifted her gently off the ground, fashioned her undies gingerly over her smooth perky rear, down to her ankles, and then stripping off entirely. Now with her rear was fully naked in front of me, I can fully and truly cherish what God had bestowed upon her.

She then turned her head to the side and said: - “There’s more “goodies” in front.” “ Why don’t you rotate me round and discover for yourself?” She added. “Your wish is my command!” I answered, turning her round on her back once more. We were lying face to face once again, and we kissed before she pulled and helped me out of both my shorts and boxers inside. Finally, like an escaping prisoner tasting freedom, my long-aching erection sprung from its “jail” and stood proudly, nearly hitting Anne in the face in the process. After the shocking initial entry of my penis worn off and the last piece of clothing fell on the ground, we both laid naked on our sides, facing each other.

She then whispered in my ear: - “I wan you to lay back and relax…Cause it’s time to return the favour!” She smiled sheepishly as she moved and wrapped her hands around my fully erected 5¾ ins. dick, and proceed with gently stroking its whole length, from tip to my “groomed” base and with each stroke gradually tightening and increased her speed as she got acquainted comfortably with it. Even as her hands grew tried, she never stopped stroking, only loosened her grip and slowed down, until she regained strength to continue. She kept doing this for a while, but avoided any sudden hand movements and keeping her hands stilled there, as I approached the edge of eruption. She would only continued when she felt that it had subsided and safe to go on. She apparently had some kind of experience, as she brought me close to “eruption” several times.

I questioned: - “How did you know that I was about to come?” Her reply was simply: - “I just know!” “You just know?” I exclaimed. “Yap…From your face expression, and the “increasing” pulsing movement of your penis…It’s not hard not to know!” She replied cheekily. She wanted to proceed with some oral work, but I stopped her halfway, as I explained to her that personally I’m not really a fan of “blow-jobs”. She just laughed and said: - “Why?” “You scared I bite your penis off…Is it?” “Nope!” “Just don’t like it…That’s all.” I replied. “Okay!” “Save me the effort too!” She smiled. “By the way, why your pubic hairs so short?” She asked “Just easy to maintain…I guess!” I replied.

So she returned to her previous penile handiwork, but not as in-depth as before, but sufficient enough to keep it erected. As she did hers, I began slipping my hands down towards her “bushlands”. It was moist, perhaps from the previous activity I thought, and glanced down to confirm my thoughts. Her pubis was rather captivating, with hair growth upwards directed and equilateral triangle-shaped. There were tell-tale signs that she, like me “mow the lawn” too. So I asked her: - “So why your are pubic hairs so short then?” “Well…To keep them soft firstly, and secondly it makes the whole “package” below looks more appealing.” She answered. “Don’t you like it?” She continued. “Hmmm…!” I replied as my fingers gently work their way towards them. “They do truthfully feel rather soft, but as for making the “package” below looked more appealing…this I don’t know!” I continued. “Why not you take a look for yourself, and discover what I said is true!” “But please be gentle!” “I’m still a virgin!” She immediately answered.

So we continued laying face to face, playing with each other pubis and genitals for a quite, before she stopped momentary, removed her hands from my penis, and used it to motion my hands towards her innermost region, before returning to their original location. As my hands inched towards her vagina, pass her pubis, I felt warmth and moisture, gradually increasing with each depths into her “secret garden”. Soon I found my hand in-between her legs, and I knew that I had arrived at the “spot”.

“Gosh…It’s sure warm and moist down there.” I thought quietly. “And since I’m here…Might as well get started.” I smirked.

I placed my palm against her vagina, and started stroking her vaginal outer lips with my index and middle fingers. There was some stray pubic hairs growth, other than that, it feels puffy and moist. I began exploring more with my fingers; firstly gently feel the skin, before gently parted those tightly clasped lips slightly. As I did that, whatever that was building inside, began to seep slowly out through the small opening, rapidly dampening my fingers with her sticky, now familiar smelling secretions. As I parted those lips more, more came out. As there it was, her vaginal inner lips…Smooth hairless skin, perfectly formed and equally shaped, which protruded slightly out her outer lips. They were well saturated with the clear sticky secretions, which made slight entry for my fingers effortless, as I decided that was as far as I would allow myself to go. Suddenly without any warning, as I moving upward back towards her pubis, her hand immediately tightly gripped onto my penis, as she “clamped” her legs shut, trapping my hand in the process.

She say something which I barely made out: - “Oooo…Ahh…!” “ Don’t touch there…Very ticklish!” I replied: - “Ouch!” “What…Where?” But knew my hand had to remain motionless for a while, before she gradually released her hand and leg “vice”. As I was deeply curious about what has happened just now…So I lay her on her back, and repeated my previous questions, as she regarded her breath. She only said: - Don’t touch me there...It’s highly sensitive!”

With me her on her back legs bent at the knees, slightly placed apart, and me sitting upright between them, I proceed down her “secret garden” with caution, to see what had actually occurred. I looked and felt my way towards her vaginal region, returning to the spots I previously felt. For the first time, I saw her outer and inner vaginal lips; it was actually as what I pictured in my mind as I felt them. As I parted her dark pinkish inner vagina lips, I discovered a pinhead-like object, projecting far out from the top of those lips (Which later I know was her clitoris!). I approach the alien-looking object carefully, and gently inched towards it with my fingers.

“It sure looks out of place!” I thought to myself. And as I brushed against and barely touching it, her leg suddenly “clamped” shut, inter-locked and straightened, and like before, my hand was stuck between them. She looked at me rather pissed and screamed: - “I told you not to touch it…Why don’t you listen?” “Sorry!” I replied. “Serve you right!” She answered teasingly.

Like before, it took a while before my hands were released. But this time I make sure that I stay clear of that “forbidden” area, as I continued with vaginal duties. After some time of “probing”, I leaned forward, wanting to taste more of the secretion that constantly seeped for her vagina. But before I could do that, her legs closed gently and said: - “I too don’t like the idea of “lip-service” down there!” “Guess we are quits then!” I replied.

Laughter filled the tent for a while, as we allowed the ironic moment to sink in. now at least we both knew we had somethings in common. Like “mowing our lawn” and our dislike for “lip-service”. So with her still on her back, and me now lying by her side, we continued playing with each other genitals. My penis was getting hard again from her “handiwork” and pulsing, eager to released its load, and her vagina getting accentuating moisten and its heat elevating. We both knew it’s now or never. There’s no turning back now. We both knew deep inside that we want it badly. So I asked: - “Are you ready?” “It could hurt for a while, especially doing this for the very first time.” I continued, knowing the fact that she was still a virgin.

She never replied, but I knew from her firm head’s up-down motion, that she had signaled her physical readiness and mental preparations to be penetrated. So I got on top of her as she parted her legs, just wide enough to allow my lower torso to be perfectly positioned in the middle of her vagina. With my hands supporting my weight, I slowly lowered myself down towards, till I rested comfortably on her naked body. I proceed with one hand lifting my upper torso slightly, and the other reaching down, and positioning my penis and the locating the correct orifice for penetration. I located the spot after some time of fiddling, and was about to thrust forward in, when she quietly signaled that it was her anus that I found, not her genuine vaginal track as thought. So she removed one of her hands, which was tightly clasped together as I was able to enter her then, and positioned my penis towards her proper “opening” and held it just outside there. I knew it would be the “one” as I felt the pulsating heat and moisture on my penile head, as it escaped from her vagina. With her hand guidance, I slowly probed downwards, gradually feeling my way around, till I was met with more warmth and moisture. Her hand left my penis the moment it found and entered slightly into the “opening”, and returned to clasp the other hand, placed round my neck. With confidence building, I proceed on lowering my lower torso more towards her, allowing my penis to penetrate her more deeply. She tightened her grip as I slowly worked my penis deeper into her vagina. Only to loosen each time I withdraw slightly. As I worked my penis halfway into her vagina, I met with some considerable resistance, and I knew that from her facial expression that it was undoubtedly causing hurt. I immediately withdrew slightly, and asked: - “Is it very painful?” “Yap…But I think I can handle it for the time being.” “Just continued inching your way in” She replied.

Before I proceed with her request, I reminded her that if it was still painful, that we stop instantly. She agreed and proceed biting her lower lip, while I slowly inched my way back into her vagina. Soon I’m returned to the resistant position, and was reluctant to penetrate further, as discomfort was clearly on her face. But she motioned with her head, that I should go ahead, and overcome the “barrier” once and for all. She parted her leg slightly more to each side, in preparations for the sexual “obstacles” ahead. With her hands tightly gripping behind my neck, it was her obvious sign for me to go ahead and thrust forwards. With both my hands, cradling the spot beneath her shoulder blades, and just beside her breasts, I lifted my lower torso off her slightly, and pierced my penis deeply into her vagina, with all the force I could muster. She screamed delicately, as her nails clawed into my shoulders, moment my penis went spearing deep into her crevasses. There was a gentle “Pop” sound, and before I fully fathomed what had transpired, I was deeply rooted in her. As I laid, with my penis fully penetrated into her vagina, I stopped thrusting, just to see how she was coping, and to ensure she was all right. I saw a tear, fleeing from the corner of her eyes, as I glanced upon her face.

“Are you feeling all right?” “Sorry for causing so much suffering!” I said “Ouch…Your thrust almost torn me apart.” She replied painfully. “It’s okay now…Gotten less painful now!” “Let’s continue!” She added. “Are you sure?” I asked

A firm “Yes” was her answer. With that, I slowly moved my lower torso upwards to withdraw my penis slightly, and just to ensure that she was truly able to proceed on. As I withdrew my penis, I noticed specs of blood spattered over its length, and some blood was about to seep out her vagina, thus confirming her hymen must had be broken when I deeply thrusted into her. After ensuring she was good to continue, I proceed slithering my penis, back into her “black box”, and began moving my hips in an up-and-down motion. “Hey…The pain has subsided already!” “It’s sure feels weird with your penis now moving in and out of me.” She declared. “Could you speed up the movements slightly?” She requested.

As I sped up my thrusting motion, she slightly hunched her back, causing her hips to elevate marginally off the ground, and lifted her legs into the air, and spread them far apart possible to the side, as to facilitate deeper and faster thrusting. She changed her leg positions, as I continuing thrust my penis into her. Sometimes placing them over my shoulders, at times bent at the knees, feet apart slightly and sometimes tightly closed together. With each thrust, it became less painful and more enjoyable for both of us.

After 10 minutes of me thrusting and withdrawing my penis, I felt rather exhausted and wanted a short break. She motioned for me to rotate her round, so she would be on top of me, after absorbing my weight, and my relentless vaginal assault. With my penis still firmly “locked” in her, I began turning over, so she would be on top for once. Once she was on top faced towards me, she began her method of vaginal attack, by lifting her bottom slightly off, before plunging back down again in a rocking motion, as I was caressing her breast at the same time. After some time in that position, she suddenly turned around with her back towards me, and began doing the same action. She then grabbed my hands, and placed them against her firm butt to assist movements. She remained back and forth for a while, before deciding we should changed positions.

I placed her face down, with a small pillow under her stomach; to lift her hips off the ground, as I gently entered from behind. But we never stayed in that position for long, caused it felt too animalistic for our liking.

After trying some other positions, we decided that we should end the session soon, as we should get some sleeps, for we need to break camp early tomorrow morning, and returned home. I laid her down, back on the ground once more, positioned myself between her legs, located the warm entrance, and slowly ploughed my way in. As I sped up and deepened my thrusting, I feel Anne’s vaginal pulsed rapidly, with it becoming incredibly wetter with our in sync thrusting motion. I knew she would climax soon, from her facial expressions, irregular breathing patterns and soft moaning. I concentrated all my senses towards my penis, as it moved rapidly in-and-out of her vagina. Before long, I felt some pressure built-up from the penile base, and was rapidly ascending towards the penile head, I knew I would ejaculate soon. But as the “eruption” was compounding, I decided that I better not impregnate Anne, and wanted to withdraw just before I come. But she had other ideas on her mind. As she felt my penis was beginning to pulse more rapidly via her vaginal walls, she knew I was about to blow and her, about to orgasm soon. She placed and interlocked her legs over my waist, and drew me closer as she tightened them.

“I’m going to ejaculate soon, and really don’t wanna make you pregnant.” “Let go before it’s too late!” I said under our hastened breath. “Don’t worry!” “It’s okay!” “Make your deposit!” “Just fill me up…” She replied, as she drew her legs closer towards her body, with me firmly clasped.

As our pubis touched, those were the last words I registered in my mind, as I finally “erupted”, ejaculating forcefully, with each pulse depositing generous amount semen deep in her vagina. While she screamed a long “Ahhh…” her orgasmic fluids gushed out her pulsating vagina with each contraction, and rapidly absorbing spermatic fluids deep into her uterus, where an egg had long been awaiting fertilization. We just rested in that posture for a while, before withdrew my spent penis out of her, cleaned ourselves up, wiping our genitals clean of “evidence”, before falling asleep in each other’s arms, naked body, clothing and all.

As we laid asleep soundly, both dead tired from all the activities, excess semen mixed with drops of blood leaked slowly out of Anne’s resting vagina. An unforgettable sight next morning, reminding both Anne and I, of our virginal, passionate rendezvous that cold November night of 1997.