How I Lost My Virginity by Nikki – Non-Fiction

As soon as I became sexually aware, as a young teenage girl, I began to explore my body. And soon masturbation became a permanent part of my life. Often in bed I was rubbing my virgin pussy and pinching my nipples of my still breastless chest before falling asleep.

I got addicted to the orgasms and knew at the same time that it was sinful to give in to the flesh. I have always been a very devout Catholic girl. Often my orgasms where a mixture of pleasure and guilt, and often I cried for many minutes after masturbating. But then I always found comfort praying to the Eternal Virgin.

Then I began thinking of how I would once loose my virginity. I could not stay a virgin forever like the Blessed Mother. But I could also not imagine losing my virginity to some sinful man.

My teenage mind came up with the perfect solution. I would sacrifice my virginity to the Blessed Virgin herself. I looked at the small statue of Mary on my bedside table, and the thought became fixed in my mind. I waited for days before materializing my thoughts, I prayed to Her telling her that only She deserved to take my virginity, that I would give Her my blood.

Then the day came that I decided to follow through with it. My parents were away to some reception and would be out until late. I filled the bathtub with nice warm water and lit some candles in the bathroom. I took my Mary statue with me and put it on the edge of the bathtub. I undressed myself and knelt naked on the bathroom floor to say a prayer while clinching to my Rosary. (That is my preferred way of praying to this day).

Then I stepped into the warm bath. I began to touch myself. My nipples, they were hard. My hand went between my legs and I began to rub my young pussy. I got more and more aroused. Then I pushed a finger inside my pussy and felt the hymen. Today would be the last day I would feel it like this, I had promised myself. As I got more and more aroused, I took the Mary statue and kissed it … “I love you my Blessed Virgin.”

With some hesitance I dipped the statue in the water and brought it between my legs. I spread my legs more and pushed the head inside my vagina. I rubbed myself harder and pushed it deeper. The shoulders opened my vagina further and I could feel the head entering the opening in my hymen. It hurt a bit, but I was determined and the hot water worked soothing … “Yes Mary” … I moaned while I pushed a bit more.

The shoulders of the statue were now causing maximum pressure. I felt the pain, and rubbed by clit more. I began to edge … kept it like that for a while. Then I felt I was about to cum, I bit my lip and pushed hard with one thrust. I could feel the hymen give away, a pinch of pain and an overwhelming orgasm. It was more intense than I had ever had. In an impulse I shouted out … “fuck me Mary, fuck me!”

A red cloud formed in the water between my legs. As I sat there with the statue clinched in one hand and pressed hard inside my vagina. “Virgo Maria, my sacrifice for you.” Tears ran down my cheeks. I did feel ashamed, but I was also satisfied in different ways. No man would ever be able to boast of taking my virginity. I have not regretted this action to this day. In fact I often repeat the ritual …