Repost: 1999
At the request of the moderators to talk about my first time, please don’t be shy to talk about it and give the moderators some face.
My first time was at 19, and I’ve always been honest, it was in his dorm room, on a weekend night, he was the only one left, and I jumped in through the window. It was dark and there was only a small lamp lit in the room. We made small talk, he knew why I was here tonight and I knew why I was here.
We’d hinted at each other many times before that, none of us bringing it up, always skirting around the subject, talking about other things that didn’t matter. He leaned over the table and I sat on the bed across from him, and finally we ran out of things to talk about, and there was a long silence.
I stood up and started to wander around his house, it was my first time, the house was small, a few steps from this side to that side, he reached out his long outstretched arms and grabbed me, stopping me from wandering around his house, he pulled me in on his chest, cocked his head and looked at me with a very flirtatious smile. I swear at the time I hated his gaze, it was as if he was making fun of me, demeaning me. So I broke away from him, walked away, sat on the bed and stopped looking at him.
I was mentally annoyed that I didn’t actually want to lose my first time, but I was so attached to him at the time that I felt like I would lose him if I didn’t give it to him.
He pulled me up again, pulling me against his chest, and began to bend his head down to kiss me, and I responded mechanically, without a hint of feeling. He began to undress me and I shuddered as he touched my waist. I was naked before his eyes, left with my bra and pants. He studied my breasts intently, I think it was the first time he had ever seen a woman naked, he didn’t know how to undo the bra and I didn’t want to help him, dense sweat floated up to the tip of his nose and I began to despise him in my mind.
He finally got impatient and rudely pushed up my bra and I felt the cold wind blowing against my chest. He was so impatient his hands began to squeeze and rub my breasts, I felt them begin to rise as he began to pinch my tiny heads, lowering my head I could see the pink nipples slowly elongating out of their hidden breasts, standing out like tiny spikes. His breathing began to catch and I felt his dusty root rise up against my stomach, and I still didn’t react much.
He started to unbuckle my belt, the button and zipper of my jeans, he yanked them down my hips so hard my pants stopped at my knees, his hands all over the raised delta underneath me and rubbed it, I felt it start to heat up underneath me, I started to move closer to his body, I closed my eyes and stopped looking at him, stopped looking at me.
He kisses me more seriously, his saliva travels down his tongue, his tongue invades my mouth, he’s never kissed me like this before, I can barely breathe, I try to back away for some space, but he takes me all the way over his chest more forcefully, he can’t insert another pin between us. His hands stroked powerfully down my back, stopping at my waist and then my hips, his hands greatly lifting and rubbing the balls of my ass. I squirmed in his arms, my breasts, my stomach rubbing against his shirt, having relieved an inexplicable itch. He reached down through his pants and stroked over my ass-crack, and I felt the heat down there more distinctly, along with a wet, whirring sensation of something flowing outward, like a period.
He pushed me away a little and turned his hand to the front, he touched my hairs and I heard him moan as he tried harder to probe his hand down my pussy, but it never worked as he wanted it to. I was starting to feel throbbing under his provocation and his inability to do so was making me feel even harder.
He finally gave up trying and pushed me backwards, I took two steps back and had come to the edge of the bed, so he pushed me down onto the bed and then he pressed up, continuing to fondle me with one hand and undressing himself with the other. Seeing my bra hanging around my neck, he suddenly stood up, and before I knew it, he grabbed scissors from the table, clicked them off, and haughtily jerked them off me. I stared at him wide-eyed, his eyes filled with blood, his expression was like nothing I’d ever seen before, ferociously gritted, his face a little crooked, the shadow of the lamp coming from behind him adding to his hideousness.
He had taken off his shirt and his large pecs showed, he was an athlete and always strong. He looked at me caringly, I really thought so. Grabbing my pants and peeling them downward, along with my pants and shoes to the finish, I couldn’t help but make a sound of pain as he twisted one of my calves.
“No sound.” His voice was full of animalistic intent. I began to feel afraid, I knew he was afraid someone outside would hear, but he had never yelled at me so vocally. He pulled down his pants nimbly and his third leg was presented to me, so sinewy, male and erect, the head shining brightly in front of it.
He pounces on me and I involuntarily shrink towards the inside of the bed, he pulls my feet and yanks me out, I passively lie on my back, subconsciously shielding my three points with my hands. He jumped on top of me, breaking my hands and I put them back, we were fighting. He was so strong that he pulled my hands all over my head and grabbed them with one hand and pressed them to the bed. One of his knees forced my legs apart, then put in the other, and with his legs, spreading mine, then his legs pressed against mine, and his other hand was finally able to touch my pussy without any obstacles.
He was strong, first gross, then down, following the still closed pussy lips, his fingers found my hole, which was wet and warm still from the water that had just run down it. His fingers stayed for a moment, then went up again, parting my pussy lips, and I saw him look down at my pussy lips, at the little nub in the center of the lips, and he began to squeeze and knead me there. I felt unspeakably hot waves spreading downward from my belly, dispersing to my thighs, and in following my path back up, I felt an emptiness down there, but I didn’t understand why. I began to feel throbbing, my waist began to sway uncontrollably and then jerk up and down.
He stopped touching me and I became even more uncomfortable, I couldn’t free myself from his hands, his legs, and I couldn’t feel the pain he was causing me at this point. I started to moan and he grabbed a pillowcase and shoved it in my mouth, so all that was left was “mmmmm”.
He dabbed my water on his root, righting his root, his legs coming off the top of mine, but at the moment, all I wanted to do was spread my legs wider. His root butted into my hole, hesitantly rubbing it twice, he spread my pussy lips even further to the sides, then righted his root, righting his aim, and without half a moment’s pause, he thrust in ferociously.
“Ugh!!!” I let out a miserable cracking scream from my gagged mouth. It was as if my bottom was being propped up all over the place, it was impossible to merge any longer, my walls cracking in every direction as I squirmed, trying to break free, my legs quickly coming back up in the center, yet all I could do was clamp down on his waist.
He saw my pain and didn’t move on, letting his root rest inside.
“Just bear with it and it’ll pass.” He said sternly, pulling out halfway and pausing before pushing back in. I was still in pain, tears and sweat all running down my face as he slowly pumped a few more times and then pulled out, I felt relief like I never had before, however, he just picked at my nub with his hand again and I felt the itch again. But after only a few strokes, he raised his root again and stabbed it in, and still it hurt like it was falling towards the abyss, and he stopped, stopped hesitating, and started thrusting and twisting and twisting again and again. He let go of my hands and pushed my legs up over my head with both hands, and he half-squatted to put his full weight on the root from above, his head slamming into me so hard that my eyes went black for a moment and I didn’t know where I was.
Soon I felt the pain again and I came to my senses, he didn’t realize my weakness and was still moving with all his strength. My pain began to melt away as I felt him move back and forth in my resilient walled channel, flushing and widening the tube as he moved forward, and tightening it as he moved backward. I started to bleed, I felt the liquid running down my asshole, my pussy started to quiver in time with his in and out, I raised my hips higher to meet him as he “plopped” and “plopped” against my center.
I started rubbing myself to soothe the itch in my chest. I cooed and I started to squirt outward as I felt his puffiness and power even more.
A wave of warmth shot through me, “Ahhhhhh,” we both breathed a sigh of relief as he slumped over me helplessly.
The next morning the sun shone in and I experienced a night of solicitation from him, he even tied my legs so they were spread wider apart and he entered me in different positions, whether I was already dry or feeling it or not.
At the moment he Bean was asleep and I ached like fire all over my body. I see the bruises on my body, the teeth marks on my breasts, the blood on the sheets.
I struggled to get up, get dressed, and escape from the dormitory manager before he woke up.
At night in the cafeteria, he approached me with poise and he gently wrapped his arms around me. I lowered my head and pushed his hand away, telling him that we didn’t have a tomorrow.
However, to this day I have never experienced the craziness and feelings of that night again, and I even miss that night and what he did to me.