I wave my right to anonymity

I was at Uni with a girl called Sarah Hodder. Sarah was a pretty plain jane type of girl, about 5ft4", medium build but with a very nice and fulsome pair of tits, but what really made her stand out was her devotion to Christ and the Christian study group at Univeristy.
One day we were paired up during double biochemistry and we sort of got talking during our practical. I knew that a lot of the bitchier girls often derided her for her shit fashion sense, teetotal nature and the fact that she was allegedly still a virgin. So it was much to the chagrin of the popular crowd that Sarah and I were seen laughing and joking as we walked home together after lectures.

To cut a long story short, in the ensuing days/weeks we became increasingly more friendly and I began to see an opportunity to unleash those perfect breasts.. which by now had become a day-and-night obsession. I began to speak about my interest in the church and the fact that my parents never really promoted it. Sensing an opportunity of her own perhaps, she started to urge me to join her in her group sessions. So I went along to one of the meetings being held at the Student's Union. After joining her for that one meeting she really began to let he guard down and still being a little inexperienced she probably took my interest as being well intentioned. So one night I called her to borrow some notes from a class that I had bunked, "Sure, come round", she said. Ever hopeful I stuffed some rubbers into my pockets and headed off to the house she shared with 3 Chinese girls.

As luck would have it they were down in Southampton for some event and she was therefore all alone. Like a good hostess she offered me tea which I readily accepted. As she was making it I could feel my boner practically bursting out of my trousers, and both my head and my cock were throbbing in unison. The anticipation and thrill of being all alone with the object of my boob fascination was killing me.
We sat down and drunk our tea in an uncomfortable silence, before she brightly asked whether I had enjoyed the Christian meeting. "Err yeah, it was a very umm.." and then I stopped. I could see her grey eyes softening and sensing the opportunity I moved closer. We gazed at each other for what seemed like ages, as our faces drew closer together... and then it happened our lips connected. We kissed with passion and a sense of urgent desire, and as I drew her closer I could feel those magnificient mounds pressing against my forearm. I gently pulled back and asked the question, "should we be doing this?" as if still in a daze she just gasped yes. Sensing I had done the gentlemanly thing we proceeded to make out on the sofa. I undressed her slowly and with great care, kissing every inch of exposed flesh. By now my cock was as stiff as a ram rod and in a very akward position, but I had to keep the attention away from it lest I scared her off. I then peeled off her panties, large, off-white cotton and covered with a strawberry motif. By now her head was lolling from side to side and her back arched as I began to lick her fragrant but hairy chuff.

She must have come several times, and each time with a shriek that I will remember to this day. She lie there exhausted and I next to her, my jeans still on and my hard on very much evident. "What about me?" I half joked, to which she got up on her knees and began to unbutton me. And there they were, those breasts which I had longed to behold, standing proud and looking every bit as perfect as I has imagined. I began to suck on her erect nipples, gently pinching them between my tongue and my teeth. Her fingers began tugging urgently away at my zipper before my swollen cock was released, I stood up and let my jeans fall down exposing my rather impressive, erect manhood. This is where her inexperience showed because she didn't drop to her knees and blow me, but rather I had to take her hands and show her what to do. By then I was passed it and quickly blew my load into her fumbling hands. She looked at the sticky mess with some surprise.. and then as if a switch had been flicked she quickly came to her senses and clumsily grabbed her clothes. Taking control again I gently took the clothes off her and began to kiss her, and off she went back into that trance. Sensing now was the time I asked her if she wanted me inside her.. "yes" she gasped quietly, and then again "Yes". So I took out a rubber and asked her to help me put it on. This she could do well, and she did it in one go.

This was the moment of truth, as I had never been with a virgin myself I was praying that she was one, and that it wouldn't be painful for her. As the head of my cock nudged at her pussy lips I could tell she was enjoying it and she cooed appreciatively. However I knew that one thrust and that pleasure could/would turn to pain. So after a good few minutes I took the plunge, the result was almost immediate. She flinched with pain as I broke her hymen. I knew what would come next and it did, suddenly my cock felt like it had been lubricated. Not wanting to look down I kept on riding her. She started panting and sensing that I would explode again I quickly pulled out to take a breather. Although my cock was covered in blood, it was just a film as opposed to a torrent of blood. So I rubbed my cock on the duvet and put it back in for the finale. We must have come together as all I remember was her pussy pulsating and that pushing me over the edge, and me exploding too. Afterwards we lay on our backs, our hands touching, just taking it all in.

We went out for another couple of months before I got bored and we broke up just before the Summer break. When we did reconvene in September the difference in her was noticeable. She dressed a lot better, wore make up and as I later found out had a boyfriend who worshipped at her feet. Not only that but she was no longer affiliated with the University Christian group and that large crucifix she use to wear was conspicious in its absence. We were still on friendly terms, in that I'd say hi but secretly I was quite ashamed of what I had done.

So Sarah, please forgive me sweetheart. I hope you're with a man who appreciates you for who you are.