I was eighteen, legal in every way that counted, and still a virgin. My body had been screaming for it for monthsfull tits, wet cunt, restless hips that couldnt stay still at night. Id fingered myself raw thinking about it, but I wanted the real thing: a thick cock stretching me open for the first time.
Jake was twenty-one, lived two floors up in the same building, and had been eye-fucking me every time we passed in the hall. Tonight I knocked on his door in a tiny tank top and cutoff shorts with nothing underneath. He opened it, took one look, and pulled me inside without a word.
Been waiting for you to come up here, he said, voice low. His hands went straight to my ass, squeezing hard. I could feel how hard he already was through his jeans.
I didnt play coy. I want you to fuck me. First time. Make it count.
He groaned, backed me against the wall, and shoved his tongue in my mouth while his fingers yanked my shorts down. They dropped to my ankles. Two thick fingers slid straight into my soaked pussy. I was dripping, no lube needed. He pumped them deep, curling against my front wall, and I came on his hand in under a minute, legs shaking, moaning like a slut whod been waiting forever.
Fuck, youre tight, he growled. He pulled his fingers out, sucked them clean, then spun me around and bent me over the arm of his couch. I heard his zipper, the sound of him stroking his cock, then the hot head pressing against my entrance.
He didnt ease in. He pushed hard and steady until the fat crown popped past my hymen and he was halfway inside me. It burned, it stretched, it felt fucking perfect. I pushed back, taking another inch, whimpering at how full I already was.
More, I begged. Give me all of it.
Jake gripped my hips and slammed the rest of the way in. Balls deep on the first real thrust. I cried out, half pain, half the dirtiest pleasure Id ever felt. He didnt stop. He fucked me like he owned that virgin holelong, hard strokes that made my tits swing and my cunt squelch around him. Every time he bottomed out I saw stars.
He reached under me, rubbed my clit in rough circles, and I came again, clenching so hard around his cock I thought Id break it. He laughed low and dirty, pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and shoved back in. Missionary let him watch my face while he ruined me. He hooked my knees over his elbows and pounded harder, sweat dripping onto my chest.
Tell me how it feels, he demanded.
So fucking good. Dont stop. Ruin my pussy.
He lasted longer than I expected. When he finally got close he pulled out, stroked that slick cock over my stomach, and shot thick ropes across my tits and belly. I rubbed it into my skin like lotion, then sucked his fingers clean when he offered them.
We didnt stop there. He carried me to the bedroom, ate my pussy until I came on his tongue, then fucked me again on my hands and knees, slower this time, deeper, making me feel every inch as he stretched my sore cunt. By the time he filled me with the second load I was shaking, marked, and completely addicted.
I left his apartment at 3 a.m. with his cum leaking down my thighs and the biggest, filthiest smile on my face. My first time wasnt sweet or gentle. It was exactly what I neededraw, messy, and so fucking good I already knew Id be back for more.
