Where it happened: University
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Looking back, I was still probably very naiive even for a 16 year old girl. I had never had much more than a kiss and cuddle with Jonathan my boyfriend. He was a bit too polite and scared to try anything on. In truth, I hadn’t really thought about sex much. I was pretty enough and physically mature, more so than most of my class mates. I could have gone out with loads of the boys at school, but most of them seemed to be a bit immature – I didn’t really fancy any of them. I think now that I latched onto the clueless Jonathan because it stopped the trophy-hunting boys bothering me too much.
My sister, JoAnne, who was 18, was away at university in London (we come from Manchester) and she had asked me to go and stay with her for my half-term school break.
I arrived at her student digs via train and tube. The house was a shabby old town house in the Olympia district. Six of them shared the house, three boys and three girls. I was given a room in the house for the week. The room normally belonged to David a language student who was away in Rome as part of of his course.
The week went well. While my sister and her friends were at lectures, I went shopping, saw the tourist sites and hung out in Covent Garden generally having a great time. In the evenings we would go to the pub or to the student’s union bar and do what students do, drink beer, see bands, go to parties and so on.
We would get back to the house and stay up talking with the house-mates and their respective boyfriends and girlfriends. These couples would periodically disappear to bed and soon the bedsprings would start to creak, the headboards bang against the walls and laughing, moaning and grunting sounds would punctuate the air as I went to sleep.
I could not help thinking that all these people were having sex as a matter of course and they weren’t much older then me. Certainly the nightly moans, screams giggles and grunts started to make me think and my imagination would get me a little turned on from time to time. By the time the end of the week arrived, I was talking to my sister a lot about sex. She laughed it off saying “when you’re ready for it, it will find you. Don’t make too much of it”.
On the last weekend of my stay, my sister and her house mates were throwing a party. I was the guest of nonour, not that they needed an excuse to have a party. The place got filled with beer, wine and more beer. We went to the pub and had a couple of drinks, then went back to the house. When we got there amongst the twenty odd people who had arrived, a new bloke had shown up. He was average looking, but he was tanned and had lovely eyes.
It was David. After a bit of explanation, he was introduced and then told he was going to have to sleep on the sofa. The night was wild. I got quite drunk, flirted outrageously with David and then, tired, I went off to bed.
I woke in the night. It was very quiet, the party must have finished. I lay back and looked at the light projected clock on the ceiling. It was quarter past two.
I was suddenly aware that there was someone in the room. I heard a sound or a movement. I drew breath sharply and said “who’s there?”
“Sorry” came the reply. “It’s me, David. I’m trying to find my sleeping bag. It’s freezing down there. I didn’t mean to wake you”.
“Oh right” I said. “Has the party finished?”
He sat on the end of the bed and we carried on talking. He was drinking a cup of tea. He was wearing his tee shirt and under shorts. For the first time I was aware of what a man smelt like. He let me share the tea, which sent the booze running around my system and I felt a bit drunk again. I don’t know what came over me. I took the cup out of his hands and then kised him.
He was taken a bit by surprise and then kissed me back. Before I knew it we were lying on the bed snogging. This guy was not like Jonathan at all. He knew how to kiss. His toungue wrapped it self around mine in a really seductive way. He was all over the place, he would bite my ears and lick my neck and kiss my closed eye-lids and blow into my ears. God this was great and I was getting very wet between the legs. I was wearing a tee shirt and jogging pants. His hands went inside my tee shirt as he massaged my tits and pinched my erect nipples.
As his body pressed up against me I could feel his erection on my thigh. I was curious, I wanted to have a look at this bulge. I drew back slghtly and looked down. He pulled back and looked at me. He said nothing, but took my hand and placed it on his dick. My heart jumped. I remember thinking, “I don’t think my mum would approve of this”. He left it there and pulled my tee shirt off over my head, He returned to touching and kissing and licking my lips, face, neck, ears, and tits. He pushed me back gently onto the bed and then took my hand placing it inside his shorts and around his cock. I had no idea what a big cock was, but I thought this probably was. I could only just get my finger and thumb tips to touch when my hand was around it. He started to move my hand up and down on it and I could hear his breath getting heavier as he did so.
Sudenly I became really scared. I pulled my hand away and said “stop it”. I started to to cry.
He put his arm around me and said. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you”. He said nothing and did nothing for a while and then kissed me again. Soon we were necking again. He started to kiss my tits and massage between my legs over the top of my jogging pants. He kissed my ribs one at a time, both sides. He kissed my stomach. He moved the end of his tounge in and out and around my tummy button, all the time massaging my tits.
His tongue ran along my stomach where it met the waist band of my jogging pants. I was bucking and thrusting my hips in involuntary movements. He moved his hands behind my arse and pulled down my jogging pants. As my joggers came down he followed them with his tongue sliding over my pubes and into my very wet slit. He licked and flicked my clit. Sucked and kissed and moved his nose along my slit. I was moaning and breathing heavily and wanting to say stop, but not really able. He pushed his tongue into me and I started to shudder and come. I must have nearly broken his nose. I bucked violently uwards and came uncontrollably.
He moved back up again, kissing my stomach, and again up my ribs. I felt his dick sliding up my leg. He must have removed his shorts while he was down there. I was beginning to come again and I was in no fit state to ask him when he had taken them off. As he got to my neck. He knelt up between my legs with his prick sticking out like a giant steel rod curving upwards. The end was shining wet with precum.
“You stupid girl” I thought to my self. “You are lying here, stark naked, spread eagled, ,soaking wet, wide open, hips thrusting, with a naked bloke, not to mention the huge erection, kneeling between your legs.”
But I was firmly in the grip of lust and I overwhelmingly wanted what was about to happen.
He leant down, barely touching my nipples with his chest. He propped himself up with one elbow behind my head, kissed my lips and used his other hand to run the end of his dick up and down my slit. I could not help myself. I thrust up and down, trying to get the end of his dick into my hole. After ages, he moved his hand so both of them were behind my head. As he half lay, half knelt on top of me he pushed the end of his dick into me. I screamed. I cried. But he stayed quiet and slowly moved the end of it in and out until I relaxed a little.
Then suddenly, he thrust right into me. I could feel his dick split me. I screamed and lost my sense of lust for a moment. I wanted to get away. I didn’t know what to do. All I could see was the bloody projection clock on the ceiling. I know that I lost my virginity at precisely four minutes past three in the morning. And it hurt. It hurt like hell.
But he was not letting go. He slowly pumped back and forward and again I became unable to resist. I lay on my back, hanging onto this man as tight as I could.
After a while my ripped hyman was not what was hurting me. I was very tight and he was very wide and his dick was stretching me inside and that hurt. But there was something nice about that. He pumped harder and harder. I found my self tightening around his shaft as he pumped. But most of the time I was just hanging on trying to stay with him.
He pumped faster, then slower, then harder, then softer. He carried on for about 40 minutes and I could not get enough it by this point. I was getting more worked up and beginning to feel an orgasm building. I found myself beginning to tingle and shudder. I was no longer just hanging on. I clamped my legs around behind his back, dug my nails into his shoulder blades and thrust my hips up hard and my pubic bone against his thrusting dick as hard as I could. Again and again I went for it. I was sweating, knackered, sore and in ecstacy. I was shouting and screaming and moaning with the effort, pain and enjoyment. Then I started to orgasm. I had no idea what was going on, but god it was good, There is no point trying explain what your first orgasm is like, just take my word for it, it’s good.
He carried on as I climaxed keeping me pinned down as he pumped and pumped. Eventually I could feel him pumping hot spunk into me. He banged his dick into me almost brutally hard as he came and spurted his spunk right up inside me.
He collapsed on top of me, with his dick inside me. Slowly his dick became more flacid and he rolled off me and onto his back.
I started to cry and he started to snore.
I felt sick. I was lying in a patch of blood and semen having been fucked like a whore by someone I had only met about six hours before hand. What a slut I thought.
He was terribly sweet to me the next day. But he had a girlfriend and I stupidly thought he would leave her for me. I became infatuated with him. I would call him every day and go down to see him most weekends. I made a complete idiot of myself and eventually when he went back to Italy he did so without telling me and just disappeared. I was devasted then, but now, I think, as my sister said, I was “…ready for sex and it found me. Don’t make too much of it.”
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