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My Friends Take My Virginity
New town, new college, new life. Everything would be better this time.
After breaking up with my fiance, I had to get away. Everyone knew us in the small town we’d both grown up in. It was embarrassing as hell when I was the last person to find out that he cheated on me — and all because I wouldn’t have sex before the wedding. We were engaged! He couldn’t wait two more months!
I took a deep breath and shook my head, shaking away the past. Everything was going to work out.
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“Hey, girl! Wanna study with us? Gotta balance out the testosterone, ya know?”
After my last class of the day, the girl sitting next to me bumped my shoulder and smiled. My eyes dropped to her exposed cleavage — it was impossible not to notice her boobs in that tight shirt. I blushed and glanced at the three guys sitting next to her, peering over at me.
They had talked all lecture, laughing and mumbling at each other, their phones going off constantly. I had tried to ignore them. The concept of studying seemed foreign to them.
But making friends wasn’t easy for me. I jumped at the opportunity.
“Ok! That sounds great! I’m Sandy!”
The guys glanced at each other and smirked. One of them stuck out his hand. “Joe. Nice to have you.”
My hand disappeared into his. He gave me a sweeping glance, then jerked a thumb at the curly-haired guy behind him. “This idiot’s Cameron. Cam. Don’t let him help you study. He doesn’t know shit.”
Cam punched his friend on the shoulder. “Says the guy who failed his chem test.”
While they bickered, the last guy came over and offered his hand. He had the loveliest blue eyes. I blushed as I took his hand.
“Dan. I like your hair.”
“Oh, thanks.” I patted my hair self-consciously. It was nothing special in my opinion.
They seemed nice.
Melissa gestured off to the side. “Our house isn’t far. Come on!” Her barely contained tits bounced away.
I hesitated, but they were already turning away. It felt odd going to their home — I thought we’d go to a study hall. They had invited me though, and I was determined to make friends.
Five minutes later, Melissa tossed her bag onto the floor next to a couch and headed into the kitchen. “Want anything?” she called out over her shoulder. “Beer, vodka?”
“Um, no thanks, I’m good.”
She glanced back. “You a gin girl?”
“Oh, no, I just… thought we were studying?”
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll get there. Gotta relax first.”
I went along with it. It was this, or be a loner, I figured.
And this wasn’t so bad. We drank and chatted. I relaxed, somehow got to talking about my fiance — ex-fiance — and cried a bit. They were sympathetic. It was nice to let it out.
We studied briefly. I did, at least. They left a show on in the background and seemed to pay more attention to the TV than our textbook. The next couple of days were similar. Drink, talk, play video games, watch a stupid show while studying. It was nice. I had friends. Not the most studious of people, but they were my people.
Today, I decided to drink less. We had a quiz soon. Maybe these jokers would finally get serious.
Nope. Two shots of tequila later, Melissa turned on the TV. Joe stuck in some headphones as he scrolled on his phone. Cam and Dan lounged on the couch, drinking beers and talking idly.
I zoned them out. For about two minutes, that is.
When my distracted brain caught the word “sex”, my ears perked up. I tried not to look too interested.
“…was ok. Tight, but she just laid there,” Cam sighed.
Dan smirked. “Sounds like she was bored. Losing your touch?”
Cam snorted, but Melissa spoke first. “She was high. We all were, remember? Those were some of the best orgasms though. For me, anyway. I don’t think Leslie was all there. Whatever. I gotta do it again — and with more dicks next time. You two were busy…”
As Melissa rambled on, my ears turned red. Heat climbed up my neck and into my cheeks. They talked about sex so casually. Melissa sounded like she had sex with multiple guys at just this one party. I couldn’t imagine doing that myself.
She went on. In detail. Oh, my goodness.
Change the subject. Change the subject!
My mind was completely blank like all my thoughts were hiding from the mortifying descriptions of cocks, pussy, and five — five! — men all at once.
Melissa noticed my embarrassment. She tilted her head. “What’s your favorite position?”
I shook my head, my lips twitching uncomfortably.
She raised a brow. “You don’t have one? Vanilla, huh?”
My face grew hotter as I lowered my chin. “No, I mean, I haven’t… done it.”
Immediately, I knew that was the wrong thing to say.
Melissa’s eyes lit up like a match. “Really? You’ve never had sex?”
“Nope.” I tried to sound casual, smiling and shrugging. My face still resembled a ripe tomato.
“Oh my God, it’s the best feeling. You have to—Joe! Hey! Hey, dumb shit!” She reached over and smacked the red-haired guy on the back of his head.
He popped out an earphone. “Huh?”
“She’s a virgin!”
I smiled awkwardly as he stared at me, a slow grin spreading on his lips.
“Yeah? You like being a virgin?” he asked. It sounded like he was mocking me.
“Um, well, I mean, I don’t know,” I mumbled.
He tossed his earphones and walked over to me. He seemed so tall just then. I felt tiny as he stood in front of me.
His hand on my shoulder made me nervous. My throat felt dry. I swallowed.
When he pushed my shoulders back while forcing a knee between my legs, I started feeling afraid. This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t really going to… I glanced at everyone else. The guys had stopped talking, their focus all on Joe and I. Melissa was watching us and grinning, winking at me when I caught her eye. She gave me a thumbs up.
Before I knew it, Joe unzipped his pants and had his cock out, already hard and ready for me. The sight of that thick length made me freeze. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t move. It’s not like I hadn’t seen a cock before, just not one so up close and terribly personal. His looked big. Too big for me, I was certain — then I was mortified that I could even imagine it going inside me.
Joe was as casual as I was scared, like he did this sort of this every day. He flipped up my skirt, pulled my panties out of the way, and then his fingers were touching my pussy. Just like that, I was getting groped.
My hips jerked. He was the first guy to touch me there. This guy I barely knew — I didn’t even know his last name — was rubbing my bare pussy. I stared in fascinated shock at his hand between my legs. There were things I should have done, should have said. Nothing came to mind.
He seemed impatient. Licking his fingers, he rubbed me again, then bent down and lined up his cock. I managed a strangled whimper at the first touch of a cock to my pussy. It felt strange, but I didn’t get a chance to think about it as he began to push inside me.
“Oh yeah, fuck that virgin pussy, baby,” Melissa moaned. She had her hand inside her pants, moving rapidly.
Confused, shocked, and embarrassed, I said nothing, did nothing as Joe thrust and thrust, his cock slowly stretching my pussy and working its way into untouched territory. It burned at first. He felt so big, his thick cock head rubbing my insides in an uncomfortable, unfamiliar sensation. I couldn’t help but watch his shaft force its way into my body, mesmerized by the wet juices — my pussy juices — covering his cock when he pulled out, and holding my breath when he pushed back in deeper. Then suddenly he was all the way inside me. I couldn’t see his cock anymore.
This was what it was like to have a cock buried balls deep in my pussy.
I felt too full, so stretched, my ass straining to press into the couch and away from him. All the sensations rushing through me were overwhelming. His body hovering over me was so intimidating. I felt impaled on his hard shaft.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Joe mumbled. He started moving. He was going too fast, my mind couldn’t catch up. The slow drag of his cock as he pulled out rubbed every inch of my inner walls. It felt like my pussy was clinging on and refusing to let go.
He pushed in again. This slide all the way back into my tight tunnel was a bit easier. I flinched as the tip of his cock pressed something deep inside me. My cervix.
It was then that it hit me. As he pulled out again, I thought: I’m having sex. I’m having sex with a bare cock!
So many things flew through my mind. This wasn’t how I imagined my first time would be. I wanted love. I was saving myself for my husband. I had to stop this. I couldn’t have sex with someone I hardly knew — and in front of other people, besides!
Joe thrust faster, the slide in my tunnel smoother now. My pussy was getting wet for him. While that felt better (good, if I was willing to admit it), I felt like a whore. My pussy was getting wet so easily for some guy I barely knew. The squelching my pussy made, and our panting breaths were the only sounds in the room. I couldn’t make myself speak.
Another long thrust bumped my cervix. My inner muscles twitched. My pussy definitely liked that. Chills crawled down my arms.
My eyes widened as I thought of something else: I wasn’t on birth control. They had to know that — a virgin wouldn’t be on birth control. Joe shouldn’t be fucking me raw. I had to trust that Melissa would stop him from finishing inside me. She was my friend, she would understand.
They were my friends.
A loud moan drew my eyes away from the cock plunging faster and faster in and out of my body. My face flushed red, and I glanced away.
While I was completely absorbed in Joe taking my virginity without hardly asking, I hadn’t noticed when Dan and Melissa started going at it. She had her ass in the air with Dan holding her hips, fucking her much harder than Joe was fucking me. Her glazed eyes were fixed on my pussy. The room looked and sounded like a cheap porno.
The squishing sounds between my legs refocused my spinning thoughts. I was getting fucked. My mind still hadn’t come to terms with that. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel the sawing sensation of a thick cock spreading my inner walls, but I just couldn’t quite believe what was happening to me.
What my supposed friends were doing to me.
Melissa moaned again. “Nngh… yes, yes! Ohh… Sandy… S-sandy, doesn’t that feel amazing? Ohh, Dan, fuuuck…”
“Mmm,” I whimpered. Words weren’t possible. Yes, it did feel good, but it was all so wrong.
They looked like they were having fun though, like they fucked around other people all the time. Joe casually glanced between Melissa’s jiggling tits and his cock ramming in and out of my pussy. Dan wasn’t trying to be quiet at all, slapping Melissa’s ass and groaning loudly. Even Cameron had his cock out, slowly stroking as he watched us. He smiled when our eyes met. I looked away.
Joe’s rhythm changed. He groaned and his cock barely pulled out a few inches before ramming in as deep as he could. My pussy clamped down instinctively. The base of his cock slammed my clit every time he pushed back inside me. A haze of lust snuck into the back of my mind. Tingling jolts of pleasure rushed through my limbs.
That feeling between my legs was familiar and more intense than when I touched myself. I might cum. My first cock might make me cum. I whimpered — a needy, desperate sound.
Joe grinned. “Feels good, huh? You feel good too. So… fucking… good… oh, yeah… hngh… fuck…”
He was panting. His cock felt so hard and thick. I couldn’t process the feelings flowing through my body. My eyes fluttered.
Melissa cooed, “Ooh, yes, cum in her pussy! Give her her first creampie, baby! Oh my God.”
Cold dread poured down my spine. My mouth opened. “Wait—”
Too late.
“Oh, yeah!” Joe groaned loudly as he buried himself deep inside me, his cock filling me, his pelvis pinning me down, his arms and body caging me. Molten heat poured into my belly, wet and strange. And horrible. My mind fought with my body. Fear tensed my shoulders while my legs tightened, my pussy clenching.
A long moan escaped my parted lips.
Pleasure shattered my thoughts. Delightful heat soared through me as I had my first orgasm on a bare cock while blast after blast of virile cum coated my spasming tunnel, drenching my vulnerable inner walls. I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to think. My pussy milked his cock, and everything was perfect.
Joe groaned again from right beside my ear, his head resting above my shoulder against the couch. He’d fallen forward as his cock stopped twitching inside me, having finished its job of emptying his balls in my willing pussy. I rubbed against him. This was nice. His warm chest was a bit of gentle intimacy as the intense pleasure faded.
“Fuuuck, yes!” Melissa cried out, jolting me out of my orgasmic haze. “Daaan! Ahh, yes, yes, yes! Oohhh…”
As she shouted her pleasure, my bliss came crashing down.
Joe pulled out. He wiped his cock on my panties. Thick, creamy fluids oozed from my no longer virgin pussy, flowing down my ass and soaking into my panties.
Panic and fear closed my throat. I could get pregnant. This guy I met a few days ago could have knocked me up. A few days! I felt like such a slut.
“Oh, fuck,” Melissa moaned. “Dan, ohh, finish in her. All of you, show that virgin pussy what she’s been missing out on.”
“What?! I—um,” I spluttered, still not coherent.
Dan chuckled, pulled out of her, and moved toward me. Joe squeezed my thigh, tossing me a smirk as he stepped away. Dan dragged my panties off my limp legs, nudged apart my thighs with little effort, and then there was another cock at my entrance.
I felt like everything was happening in slow motion, but also too fast for me to do anything about it. The fabric of my panties tickled my legs before they caught on my foot, then almost floated through the air when Dan flung them away. His cock between my legs looked so big, the glistening purple tip swollen and terrifying.
He rubbed my slit once with that silky cock head, tapped my clit, then unceremoniously pushed into me. Thrust after deeper thrust as he lubricated himself on my juices, my pussy was filled by my second cock ever. He pumped fast and hard, easily gliding in and out of my slick tunnel. My hips instinctively thrust up toward that wonderful feeling, allowing him to plunge in deeper.
“Do you like creampie?” he grunted. “Yeah? Take mine. Take it deep in your tight virgin cunt. Yeah!” Dan must have already been on the edge. He shouted as he gave me that wonderfully horrible sensation of hot cum filling my insides. I felt his cock swell and twitch, then more splashes of dangerous wetness deep in my belly as he released spurt after spurt of virile sperm into my unprotected pussy.
I should have been more worried. I should have done a lot of things. But I only moaned and dug my fingers into the couch. All that wet heat and smooth sliding felt just so amazing.
More cum poured out of me when Dan moved away and Cameron took his place.
Concern and fear filled my eyes but no one was looking, no one cared. They all smiled as Cameron slapped his hard cock on my clit, laughed at the way I squirmed and jerked, and moaned appreciatively as he began to slide inside me.
Melissa moaned the loudest. “Yesss, oh my God, I’m so jealous. I wish I had three cocks for my first time.”
Three cocks. Three different men.
I wasn’t a slut. I was a virgin. Was. Why did I let three men fuck me and cum inside me?
Cameron was well on his way to being that third guy.
I belatedly pushed at his chest. “Wait, um, I think we should… maybe… ummm…”
Cameron’s fingers rubbed my lips, then stuffed into my mouth. “Shh, don’t worry about a thing, sugar. Oh, uh huh, just keep quiet and lie there like a good girl.”
Eyes wide, I felt like I didn’t have a choice but to obey. My friends wouldn’t hurt me. I had to trust them.
My mouth closed. I sucked on his fingers. He laughed.
And thrust. Cameron fucked harder than the other two. He held my eyes, smirking as he rammed his pelvis forcefully. A slow withdrawal preceded a quick, hard slam, pausing a second to grind my clit before pulling out again. I couldn’t look away. His lopsided grin widened as he pounded me again and again.
“What a good little cock warmer,” he mocked. “Virgin to slut just like that. You were always a slut, you just didn’t know it. Say it. Tell me you’re a slut. Tell me you love cock.” His fingers left my mouth, brushed my lips, and patted my cheek.
A tear slipped down my cheek as the tip of his cock bumped into my cervix over and over again. But it wasn’t painful. His shaft massaging my tunnel made me so hot and sensitive all over. He was right, wasn’t he?
“I—” The words caught in my throat. I couldn’t say it. It wasn’t right. None of this was right. More tears trailed down my cheeks.
He laughed. Embarrassed, needy heat flamed my face. I couldn’t admit the truth, but neither could I tell them to stop. My pussy didn’t want them to stop. Burning tension coiled within me and, as mortifying as it was, as terrible as it was, my hips lifted. I closed my eyes and bit my lip but didn’t stop humping back, up and down, meeting his thrusts that pounded my clit over and over again.
With a whimpering, desperate little sob, the tense heat burst, washing over me, wiping away my regrets with shuddering ecstasy. Sex was the best feeling in the world. I had no idea why I’d resisted before. My pussy squeezed my third cock of the night, and I was in pure ecstasy.
Cam laughed louder. “Oh yeah, slut, cum on my cock, that’s right. Can’t believe you were actually a virgin. Three men later and your pussy’s still loving it.”
My face couldn’t flush any redder, but I ducked my chin. I was absolutely loving it. In fact, I was a little disappointed there weren’t more guys ready to massage my pussy and make me cum. What a horrible thought.
His head tilted and he got this odd look in his eyes. Glancing at the others — Melissa was sucking Joe’s balls — Cam leaned into my ear. “If you’re really a virgin, you’re not on anything… are you?”
I whimpered. My head shook in a jerking motion.
He chuckled and continued in a soft whisper, “That means all this cum… any one of us could put a baby in your belly. Is that what you want? Do you want me to breed. Your. Little. Pussy?” His cock slammed into me harder and harder with every word, forcing whimpering gasps from my lips.
Pausing to grind his pelvis on my clit, he growled, “Yeah. Yeah, I think you do.”
Cold lightning shot down my spine, sparked a twitch in my pussy. “Please—”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence, whatever it might have been. Please fuck me? Please don’t cum in me? Please knock me up right now, I need it so bad?
Regardless, his mouth was on mine after that one word, and his kiss made my hips rise. Every muscle in my body begged for him to breed me. His tongue tangled with mine and he grabbed a tit as he pumped his hips with renewed vigor. In and out. Faster, harder. The heat between my legs was unbearable. As his thrusting grew erratic, I moaned into his mouth, and my pussy eagerly milked his swelling cock.
He answered my moan, louder and longer, his cock pulsing against my squeezing inner walls. There — yes — a jet of hot fluid sent another wave of delirious pleasure spinning through my brain. His cock plunged back and forth through my tunnel shot after shot of virile seed pumped against my newly defiled inner walls. A small puddle of sticky liquid gathered beneath my ass. I wanted more. I needed more.
Wait.
No. No… As he pumped a few more times, fear and panic bubbled up past my mindless pleasure. I squirmed, whimpering softly. I needed a shower, I needed to wash off all this cum, I needed—
“Shh,” he murmured, his softening cock still plugging my sore hole. “Relax, baby, you’re ok. It felt good, didn’t it? You had fun, didn’t you?
I’d never cum so hard in my life. But that didn’t make it ok. I wasn’t ok.
I shook my head. “I can’t… I’m not… It’s just that…”
Melissa kneeled beside my head. She wiped a glob of cum from her cheeks and spread it on my lips. I don’t know why I licked it off, but she smiled when I did.
“We’re going to have so much fun together, I just know it,” she giggled.
My head swam. This was the whole reason I broke up with my fiance. If I’d had sex with him, I wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t have cheated. I wouldn’t have three different loads of cum in my pussy so that if I got pregnant, I wouldn’t even know who the father was.
But I couldn’t deny how good it felt. Melissa was right. I couldn’t admit it, but she was right. That feeling of hot cum inside me and slowly oozing out of me…
It was too late to apologize to my ex-fiance. But maybe my new friends would show me how to be a good slut.
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