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Posted on 02.22.05 by Justine @ 9:30 pm
Well as promised, here’s my new story entitled ‘My First Ass Fuck’. It’s a true story about…yes, you guessed it, my first ass fuck and I hope you find it as horny as I did writing it… Kisses, Justine My First Ass Fuck I was seventeen and had just left home to go to college. It was my first term and we passed each other in the corridor. You looked at me and grinned hello; I answered with a small shy smile, nodding my head in an awkward acknowledgement. I had a boyfriend back home at that time and had promised to be faithful to him. I had coolly brushed aside the clumsy passes the other boys had made at me over the last few weeks. But you were different somehow. You were so sexy and the way you looked at me made me melt inside. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my knees go weak as I watched you disappear into the lecture hall at the end of the corridor… Then one evening, in the college bar, you approached me. A rock band was playing loudly and badly in the corner and the air was filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap beer. I was with a small group of girlfriends who all giggled and whispered to each other as you walked over to me. I ignored them, not wanting you to think I was as immature as they were. You came and squeezed in next to me on the crowded bench, our bodies forced together by the people each side of us. I could feel your breath on the side of my face. You said nothing, just sat there, gazing at me as you sipped from a bottle of beer and finished smoking the end of a cigarette. My friends were suddenly silent around me, waiting for one of us to speak, straining to hear over the cacophony of the band. But nothing was said. You just stared and stared, until eventually I turned and met your gaze. And once there, I couldn’t bear to look away. We swam into each others heads, dancing at finding such kindred spirits. We sat and drank from each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity, then you softly took my hand and led me out of the crowds and noise. I hardly remember leaving and I don’t recall where you took me. All I know is that we ended up in a small dimly lit bedroom. There were piles of unwashed clothes in the corner, an old record player with a stack of albums next to it on a table and an unmade single bed across one wall. You walked over and put a record on the turntable. The sound of Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” filled the room and you handed me a chipped mug full of neat gin. I hated gin, especially neat, but downed the lot in one and fell into your arms on the bed. And still we didn’t speak. The room smelt musty and your breath stank of stale cigarettes, but I didn’t care. Your mouth met mine and I felt that finally I’d come home. Thoughts of my boyfriend disappeared from my head completely as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Your hands fumbled clumsily with my clothing, roughly exposing my breasts and squeezing them as your mouth pushed harder and harder against mine. Your teeth dug into my lip as you rolled me onto my back and pushed your weight down on top of me. I panicked for a moment. I was here with you, a complete stranger, in a room I’d never been to before. I didn’t know where I was or whom I was with. Through the confusion and panic, I suddenly felt your hand pushing down the front of my panties, and I could think no more. All I could do was respond to your stroking, your lips and tongue. My head spun with gin and passion and I surrendered the last vestige of security and logic. Just go with it, I thought, just go with it… We were both naked, two teenage bodies on a tangle of unclean sheets. You were holding my head as you pushed your cock hard and fast down my throat. I had never given a blowjob before and didn’t know what I should be doing. You didn’t seem to mind, just held my head where you wanted it and thrust your tool in and out of my willing lips. I could feel your passion and lust building as you got faster and faster, your breathing louder and louder, and I stroked your naked buttocks. I wanted to please you, god, I wanted to please you… You grunted and slipped your cock out of my mouth then rolled me over onto my belly. The smell of the musty sheets was strong as I lay face down on the shabby bed. I felt your hands all over my body and looked across the dimly lit room with half-closed eyes. Pink Floyd still filled the air as I felt the tip of your cock nuzzling into my wet cunt. You moved it backwards and forwards for a moment, not actually entering me, then swiftly moved it upwards. I gasped as your dick burrowed deep into my ass. My toes curled and I clawed at the sheets, not believing what you were doing to me. Your hips set up a steady rhythm, gliding smoothly in and out and waves of intense pain-pleasure slowly began to wash over me. In and out you moved, your weight pressing me down on the bed. I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to. Faster and faster you went and my pleasure began to grow. Then suddenly I heard a girl screaming, and realised it was me. I was cumming so strongly, so suddenly. You reached round and cupped your hand across my mouth, stifling my cries, and slammed your cock up me harder and faster. My orgasm slowly subsided and the pain of my first ass fuck returned. You were really slamming into me hard now and my eyes stung with tears. I tried to scream with pain but you were still holding my mouth. With a loud grunt and a few more deep thrusts, you shot your cum way up inside my ass and collapsed motionless on top of me, allowing your cock to slowly deflate inside me. You softly kissed the side of my face and licked the salt of my tears from my cheek. You got off and, in silence, we collected our clothes from the floor and got dressed. Within minutes we were outside in the cold night air, walking briskly towards the warm light of the college bar. You pushed me forward in front of you and I squeezed my way through the crowd to re-join my friends. They gave me coy looks as I took my seat next to them. I looked round for you but you’d gone, lost in the crowds of drunken students at the bar. I picked up my beer, ignoring the quizzical looks from my friends and stared straight ahead at the band. Sometimes, after that, I’d see you at college, pass you in the corridor and we’d exchange half-smiles. I’d feel the passion welling inside me but somehow I knew we’d never speak to each other, never fuck again, and I liked it like that. It was our moment of illicit passion, a secret we would always share. Written by Justine from http://www.JustinesBedroom.com Filed under: Anal Comments:
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