[ad_1]

NSFW: yes

Skip to the ***** symbols for the juicy part!

I (18 at the time) had a high college sweetheart who I was long distance with for two years. He finally moved here when we graduated high college and when he finally arrived he decided to dump me; and since we promised to lose our virginities to each other, I was genuinely bummed out.

So I stayed single all through the end of my first semester in school. Then, winter
break started and I was hanging out with my old high college friends. A friend of a
friend (we’ll call him Travis) who I had all the time seen around was there. He and I hit it off immediately. I shamelessly flirted with him and eventually we exchanged numbers. Over the next week or so, we texted every day. And the texting got hot real quick (I’m pretty sure he started it). By the end of the week, he asked me out on a date and I enthusiastically agreed.

*****
That night, he picked me up wearing a rugged looking outfit. He had worked on his car all day (which was my weakness since I worked in an auto shop at the time). He was 5′-6″, muscular, broad shoulders, thick muscular thighs, scars on his arms from previous car projects, and an air of confidence that was so intoxicating. We went to the movies and the entire time we were in there, his arms were around me, and his hands explored me sensually. We left the movies and drove around for a while. Now, at the time, I was still used to getting adventurous with only boyfriends. So, I had a small sense of anxiety knowing that this was someone I barely knew. So I decided to get brave- I took my seatbelt off, undid his pants (he didn’t wear underwear), and started playing with his cock with my hands.

He immediately got hard, and I gave a coy smile as I watched him watch me lower
my head into his lap and take his cock in my mouth. His cock was THICK. It was about 6″ long, so about average length, but it was thick and veiny- genuinely the handsomest dick I have ever seen. I gagged and slurped as he drove us straight to his apartment. As we pulled into the parking lot of his complex, he asked all breathy, “do you like it bareback or with a condom?” I blushed as I answered, “ummm, actually I’m a virgin. So I really don’t know.” His cock twitched hard in my hands when the word “virgin” escaped my lips. He grabbed me roughly by the back of the neck and smashed his lips into mine with an animal-like greed. Travis was very cocky and smug- he acted like I was a trophy he was just itching to win. I had never felt so sexy than when he confidently pulled my panties to the side and slipped two thick fingers into my drenched pussy.

It was exhilarating. I never realized how much I enjoyed being objectified like that.
The next thing I know, he is slamming me into the back of his front door. His
apartment was dark with the exception of a light in the kitchen. He lifted my
dress up and off of me, leaving me standing there in just my panties (I made sure
not to wear a bra). My nipples were hard and my breasts heaved with anticipation. He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked, licked, lightly bit … oh my god it was so hot. With his right hand, he slid his thick fingers into my pussy again, fingering with the confidence of a man who had done this MANY times in the past. It was like being an apprentice to a master- I gave into him completely. He unzipped his pants and pressed the head of his cock against the gap between my thighs. His jacket came off, his shirt came off, his pecs and abs were subtle but mouth-watering to say the least. He looked amazing. He took his fingers out of me and licked my juices off of them.

“Mmmm you taste sweet,” he said. Then he slipped his index finger into my mouth so I could taste too. I sucked on his finger happily, smiling as his face lingered a mere inch from mine. He was breathing in my scent- and he was watching my face as I tasted my own juices.

“You mean to tell me…” he breathed into my ear, “that your dumbass boyfriend
didn’t even bother popping your sweet cherry?”

“No…” I grasped his cock hard in my hands, my fingers barely able to encircle his
thick shaft, “no he didn’t.”

“Good.” He said in a greedy growl, “because I know he wouldn’t have done it right anyway.” He scooped me up into his arms, my legs wrapped around him, my clit rubbed against his abdomen, smearing my juices all over. “You’re mine now” he said. Oh fuck I was so horny. And so scared. Seeing that cock genuinely startled me. I was shook but I was still up for the challenge.

This is where things get embarrassing- he was almost TOO big. He tried missionary and doggy style but it was sooo painful. I kept apologizing but he was def a man on a mission: finally, he laid down, and held me over his dick. He held me by my waist, told me to spread my lips, and play with my clit.

My naive and dumb brain assumed it was because he had given up on having sex
and wanted to just watch me masturbate. So I didn’t hold back! I started playing
with my clit, thinking that the goal was to cum on top of him. So I was super into it, rolling my hips, grinding with my pussy pressed against the base of his dick. I wasn’t paying attention when he lifted me by my waist and positioned me over his cock.

And then he pulled me down, and shot into me. Every inch of him engorged in my
tight little virgin pussy. I. Lost. My. Shit. I cried out the most animal like roar of erotic pleasure. He grunted and moaned so loudly, it was like we were on the discovery channel. He pumped in me hard, and since I was on top, I was helpless. He stayed deep inside me because he was holding me by my waist. My breasts bounced erratically. I was saying shit that made no sense, and I was screaming with pleasure (and just the tiniest hint of pain). I believe I came 3-4 times before his cock couldn’t take it anymore. He threw me down on my stomach, lifted my ass in the air, held me down by my neck, and gave it to me from behind like he was trying to punish me for a very terrible crime. He came harder than I had ever seen a man cum before- thankfully he had pulled out and came on my back and in my hair. It was glorious. And filthy. And was definitely about revenge against my ex. But it was so hot, I didn’t care how sore I was.

Travis and I ended up dating for a few months, but it didn’t work out. Of course, he was my first and to this day, we are still good friends. My man knows I am friends with a couple of exes, but he doesn’t care to know who exactly they are. So to this day, Travis and I both feel like it’s almost a dirty little secret of ours. We seldom speak of those hot few months together, but he and I are all the time reminded every time we hang out.

[ad_2]