April 10, 2025. Bangkok, Thailand
It was a quiet morning at the monastery. The sun was just rising, filtering through the cracks of the wooden windows while the echo of a long meditation session resounded in my mind. The head monk, his voice grave and serene, had spoken in front of us disciples in words that still echoed in my head: "The untrained mind is like a monkey driven mad by wine, stung by a scorpion and possessed by spirits. Control your emotions: lust, hatred, sadness. Only when we master ourselves will we find peace. For the last time, take a gentle breath."
I took a deep breath, filling my lungs calmly, feeling the cool air slide down my throat. "Now, let it out," the monk continued. I exhaled slowly, letting the tension dissipate. The session ended, and I rose to return to my room, walking with silent steps down the worn stone corridors.
Suddenly, a warm, firm hand touched my back. I turned with a start, and a soft but sensual voice called my name: "Thomas Carson?" It was an Indian woman, with brown skin and green eyes that sparkled like emeralds. Her jet black hair cascaded over her shoulders, but what really captured my attention was her voluptuous body.
Her breasts were massive, two operated globes that strained her white shirt to the limit, with nipples that stood out defiantly under the fabric. Her waist was thick, and her wide hips supported an equally artificial ass, so big that it seemed impossible not to look at it. I cleared my throat and, with the politeness that nine years in the monastery had instilled in me, asked, "Would you like anything, ma'am?"
She smiled, showing pearly teeth. "I am new here, I recently arrived at the monastery. My name is Rita. I've been told you've been here the longest, and I'd like to learn how to meditate. Could you teach me?" Her voice was honeyed, almost hypnotic.
I froze. I, Thomas William Victor Carson, a 45-year-old Englishman, had been in this sacred place for nine years, a refuge I had found after a stormy adolescence. I had been addicted to porn since I was 15, masturbating up to 27 times a day, spending half a million on a blue page woman. I fell into a deep depression, but the monastery saved me, teaching me celibacy. Nine years without touching myself, nine years of peace... until now.
That woman was a test, a challenge sent by Buddha himself to test my will. Her body was a living temptation, but I swallowed saliva and decided to face it. "Sure, I'll help you," I said, forcing a smile.
Rita winked at me and led me to her room, walking ahead of me. Every step made her huge operated ass quiver, and I struggled to keep my eyes on the floor. Once inside, I closed the door behind us. The room was small, with a single bed and a window that let in the morning breeze.
I asked, curious, "Why are you here, Rita?" She sighed, sitting up in bed, her shirt rustling under the pressure of her breasts. "I felt unattractive," she confessed. "I spent all my money on these giant implants for my boobs and this huge ass. But now my back hurts and the weight of men's stares. I came to the monastery to find myself, to find out who I really am."
I was shocked by her story, but nodded, returning to the purpose. "Okay, let's start with a relaxing meditation. Take a deep breath in... and let the air out."
We both closed our eyes. We inhaled in unison, and when Rita exhaled, a dry sound echoed in the room. Poof! A button on her shirt popped off, unable to contain the pressure of her huge, surgically operated breasts. The globes of flesh broke free, leaping free before my eyes. Her areolas were large and dark, her nipples long and erect, pointing at me like a divine provocation.
My mind clouded over. Nine years of celibacy crumbled in an instant. Lust, that crazed monkey, took over. I pounced on her like a hungry beast, pinning her to the bed. Rita let out a surprised moan, but put up no resistance.
I covered her mouth with one hand to stifle her screams, while with the other I tore at her clothes, leaving her voluptuous body completely exposed. My eyes devoured her curves: those gigantic tits, that operated ass that trembled under my weight.
My small penis, though a virgin, was hard as steel after years of abstinence. I freed it from my robes and, without thinking, plunged it into her hot, wet pussy. "Mmmph!" Rita moaned against my hand, her green eyes wide as I penetrated her. It was small, but feisty, and I thrust furiously, feeling her vaginal walls squeeze me.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! "Ahh... shit, that's good!" I growled, losing all monastic composure. I leaned over her and sucked on her huge breasts, sucking on a nipple in desperation as my tongue played with her operated flesh.
With one free hand, I slapped her tits, making them jiggle like jelly. "Take that, slut!" I screamed, slapping them again and again, watching them redden. Rita moaned and writhed under my weight, her body betraying her with each onslaught.
Plap! Plap! Clap! Clap! My hips moved like pistons, and my little warrior fought inside his wet cave. I felt the pent-up heat of nine years rise through my body. "Open your fucking womb, Rita!" I roared, lost in lust.
She, panting, nodded with watery eyes. "Yes, Thomas... fill me!" she cried out between moans. I could take no more. With a primal roar, my semen, thick and plentiful after nearly a decade of abstinence, exploded inside her.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! "AHHHHNN!" Rita trembled beneath me, her body convulsing as my hot seed flooded her womb. I collapsed on top of her, gasping, my little cock still throbbing inside her pussy now soaked with my essence. I had finally lost my virginity. Nine years of struggle, destroyed in one minute and 14 seconds of guilty pleasure.
Suddenly, a strange sound brought me out of my ecstasy. I looked towards the window and froze. A monkey with a red bandana on his forehead and a sword in his hand stood there, staring at me with wild eyes.
"What the fuck...!" I shouted, trying to get up, but my legs were shaking from the previous effort. The monkey leaped towards me with inhuman agility, catching me before I could run away. I felt a sharp, cold pain shoot through my back.
The sword protruded through my chest, soaked with blood. My eyes blurred, my body fell to the ground, and as the life drained out of me, I thought with a weak smile, "At least... I lost my virginity for the first time."