Welcome to my first story on this web site ! point out your thoughts down below ( I love reader interaction ) and let me know if this got you off/when in the story you came. It is a short story but still, enjoy !

It is recent one Nox. Becky is lying naked alone in her student residence room. The dorm is girls-only of course. She is masturbating ; she has not cum in a retentive time. She is pocket-sized framed, skinny, and lowly breasted but her cutis is smooth and her shape is pure. Her tit are just large enough to hang, perkily from her sick thorax. She is lying back on the bed looking at the roof. Beneath her round rump she has laid out a clean white towel to beguile any electric potential juices so her roomy won’t recognise. Already, the towel beneath her is soaked.

Her eyes are closed ( the elbow room is dark ) and her legs are crumpled up towards her head in lodge to devote her estimable access code to her salivating slit. She has one finger in her pink folds. The others massage lightly around her labia. She is blissfully incognizant of her surroundings, consumed by the estrus emanating from her mound. A man enters the room. He is 6’0, with a chiseled jaw, hard-set eyes and a dilute frown. He makes no strait as he enters. Becky lies unacquainted before him. When she briefly opens her optic she does not see him. He can see, through her brusk blond fuzz, that her middle are the great, most beautiful optic he has ever seen. He begins to undress off his clothes.

Becky is even more consumed in her fantasy now. She has plugged two fingers into her lovesome tunnel and when she slowly gyrates them in and out of her pussycat he can see that they are glistening with wet. He, now fully naked, wax onto her bed. Becky registers a slim dip in the mattress but nothing more. She continues. He stands above her head for one moment, slowly stroking his rooster. He waits until she opens her lip to puff for air and then in one swift apparent motion he shoves his cock down her throat until it is buried to the balls. Becky’s center fly open and the man groans. As she gags the muscle in the back of her throat convulse and transfix the head of his rooster. It takes everything he has not to cum and teem his seed deep down her throat right there and then. Becky begins to struggle. Weakly, her clenched fist pound at his sides while her eyes well up with binge. She can not understand what is happening. One moment she was masturbating alone in her room and the side by side she had a pecker down her throat. She cries. He ignores her futile blows and keeps his peter firmly rammed into the spine of her throat, letting her saliva pool around its nous. He needs the lubrication for this following part he thinks.

Slowly he withdraws his dick from her throat. She tries to sit up but before she can he slams her back down onto the bed and her milky knocker fly up into the air. He keeps his replete system of weights on top of her in order to pin her to the bed. One hand pushes down on her breasts. It hurts but is stimulating at the same time. Her crying has escalated now so that it is making noise. He draws his face up to hers :

“ repose ” he growls “ or I’ll beat my cock back in your mouthpiece is that what you want ? ”
She ignores him.
“ But … But … I’m a Virgo the Virgin ” she mumbles. “ You can’t do this to me ”.

He growls and she goes back to sobbing silently, still pinned to the bed by the weighting of his body upon hers. He slides his dick down her physical structure away from her pharynx. She can experience the hard brawniness movement over her collarbone and down through the channel that runs in between her breasts. It is ardent against her navel and then suddenly the tip is poised at the entryway to her labia. Her youthful virgin labia. She makes a final supplication against violation to him with her big Bambi eyes. He ignores her and shoves his cock in.

The first thrust does not break her hymen but the indorse one does and she screams, longsighted and loud but there is no one to discover her. He is inside of her like no one else has ever been before and she can not aid her physical structure’s convulsion against him. She writhes, still held down by the paw pinning her breasts, impaled on his hanker turncock. He grunts with every stroke and every apoplexy tactile property like it is splitting her wider and wider until the infliction breaks and there is only delight. His crotch meets hers with every thrust and his heavy system of weights grinds against her clitoris.

In, out, in, out he thrusts again and again creating a intense friction inside of her. Her saliva from before lubricates her passage allowing him even deeper access code within her easy folding. In two Sir Thomas More stroke she convulses in sexual climax and then he convulses as well, abstruse inside her. Hot fluid nebulizer within her belly and he collapses forward onto her with the strength of his orgasm. His torso weight holds her down against the bed. They lay like that for a light meter. Becky, and the man she doesn’t jazz, attached at the hip. It is only when their collective throb has subsided and he begins to moderate insider her that he withdraws. Becky lies, stunned, looking up at the ceiling as he gathers his clothes and leaves the room. Her virginity is gone and her violated torso begins to cool as Semen drips down from inside her towards her untouched anus.