A Whore is Made, Kelly’s First Time

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Here I was, off to college. A young girl looking for a life in the corporate world. I wasn’t too bad looking. At least I didn’t think so. I had freckles, and I didn’t have the really big boobs the guys like. But I had a cute look, sandy blond hair, chocolate brown eyes. A lot of guys asked me out in high school, though they were mostly nerds, or geeks, which is why I passed on their advances. And I had to admit, I wanted sex. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. And it wasn’t like I wasn’t broken. My mom had dildos, and whenever her and dad were away for a good length of time, I got in her drawer and took out her dong and probed myself to an orgasm.

I was lonely, and needed friends. And I was hot. One of the reasons I didn’t get too close to any guys, was that feared I was a slut, or a whore, because I was hot. I wasn’t the most foxy chick in the world, but I craved sex. Sometimes I wondered if I didn’t crave becoming a whore. I hadn’t had sex yet, but I sure wanted to… let’s be blunt. I wanted to be fucked, and I wanted it bad. But I kept telling myself, a whore would have started out at a younger age. I knew a girl who was a whore. She fucked all the football players in the school, and I was told they lined up on her once. I overheard in the girl’s locker room, she got gang banged by twelve guys. And that’s why I didn’t think I was a whore. I was still a virgin, if you don’t include mom’s dong. Therefore, I felt safe. But I was wrong. I was a whore, and a filthy hot one at that. It just took me longer to realize it.

It was a party at Alfa Maga whatever. I can’t remember anymore. All I can remember is what happened. I got myself made up and wore a white skirt and a dark shoulderless top, nylons and stylish leather shoes. I felt like I was primed, and ready for action. A girl going places.

When I got there, I was greeted cheerfully enough, a beer was handed to me as I entered, my first beer, other than sips a few times. Another guy handed me a pill to take. He said it would make me feel sensual. He put it between my lips and I sipped the beer to swallow it. I didn’t know what the pill could or would do to me. It was an aphrodisiac. I found that out later.

People were making out on the chairs and couches, two of them guys. A stereo was quietly playing some kind of Van Halen music, not my favorite. I wasn’t into mainstream music too much.

My panties were getting wet, soaking and sticking to me. I was feeling hot. I went into the bathroom and locked the door, peeled off the wet panties, sat on the toilet and started fingering my quim. I was jamming fingers into myself, and dripping into the toilet. Wow, I thought, what’s happening to me. I kept getting off, rubbing myself harder, and it wouldn’t stop. Somebody then knocked on the door.

“I’ll be out in minute,” I said.

But then the door-lock pulled itself open. In walked a guy, no pants on and his thing, hard and sticking upward. “Hey, what the hell are doing.” I said, angrily. “Get out of here.”

He stood there, his penis hard and bobbing up and down. “You sure you want that?” he answered. “I know you’re hot and need something. Maybe you need this.” And then he held his dick and waved it up and down. I finally was able to take my eyes off his weapon for a second and noticed he had wavy brown hair, and wasn’t too bad looking a guy, but what he was doing was disgusting. But at the same time, I was hot. His thing was big too, at least seven plus inches.

He came closer to me, bringing his thing toward my face.

“Get that away from me,” I said, and got up off the toilet, pulling up my panties and patted down my skirt. I started to walk past him and he grabbed me, and I struggled, “Let me go, take your hands off of me.”

Before I could say another word, he had his hand under my skirt, rubbing my crack. It silenced me. I was breathing heavily and pulsing wet in reaction to his hand. Why didn’t I wear jeans or something? I couldn’t resist. He pulled down my panties and I lifted my feet, kicked the panties away from me, and then picking them up and putting them in my pocket. I was in his power. He picked me up and carried me out of the bathroom and into the living room.

“What are you gonna do to me?” I said, almost trancelike. He set me down on the couch, lifted up my legs, his hand on my ankles, nallıhan escort picking up my ass, and pulling up my skirt. I removed my skirt and tossed it aside. But before I could think another thought, His penis, a big penis, bigger than average, was at my door. I felt it’s hot-end push against my hot place, pushing right into my body. I immediately juiced around it, was I hot. I wrapped my long legs around his lower back and pushed back at him while he drove into me like a piston. My juicy gash responded by undulating around him, squeezing his cock in waves, my juices overflowing, soaking the couch.

I looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry I got your couch wet.” But he just smiled and continued to nail me, making me wetter and hotter than ever before. “Oh, gawd, FUCK ME.” I begged. “Fuck me with that big dick, mmmm, oh.” I was now pushed upward in a constant rhythm, trying to get as much of his dick as I could.

He was breathing heavy, and said, “You like cock, huh. You like me fucking your hot pussy.”

“Oh yes,” I said, fucking back at his cock with my hot pussy. Hot pussy, it sounds so vulger, but that’s what it is. “My- hot- cunt” I thought to myself, and then I said out loud, “my-hot-cunt wants it. Fuck me.” And he fucked me harder, and I fucked back even harder, juicing and soaking the poor couch even more. Then I could feel his cum spraying into me. Oh, gawd, it felt good. I remembered that before I left I took a birth control pill in case I lost my virginity. I was glad I did that.

He kissed me romantically—our tongues rolling together— and then he slowly pulled his dick out me. I was still hot to-trot and wanted him to do me some more. But then to my surprise another guy positioned himself in front of me, a tall blond-haired guy, cute, and a cock much bigger than the other one. Oh no, I couldn’t “I ca ccan’t” I stammered. But he smiled a gotcha look while at the same time pushing his nine-inch staff into me. This hurt a little, but in seconds I was hopelessly fucking back at it.

I couldn’t believe it. I fucked back at his flagpole and had nine serviceable inches in my hole. He pulled out a second time and I sprayed all over him in a splash. He plunged back in again, and we started gyrating against each other, and I splashed more, drenching that couch. “OOOh, it feels toooooh good,” I moaned. “Oh god, you gotta big cock.”

“You got a tight snatch, baby, MMm, yeah.” And his flagpole starting jerking in me, filling me up with his cum, so intense it shot out the sides and all over his and my blond pubic hair, a-soaking-hot-mess. He pulled out of me. I was insanely hot, and leaned forward and took his number nine into my mouth, sucking in about half of it. It was my first time doing this, giving head I think it was called, blow jobs I heard the guys say. He was fucking back at my face, turning me on even more. After working hard at it, It finally got past my gag reflex. I swallowed all of it, his pubic hairs tickling my nose and all around my lips. I sucked it for all it was worth, and suddenly cum hit the back of my throat, making mechoke, until I got the dick back down my throat again, where the rest of the cum went.

I was just getting done and burped for my efforts, bringing cum up into my mouth, and then from behind, having been bent over to do the blowjob, another cock was pushing into me. I looked over my shoulder. It was an older guy, one of the professors at the school, and his dick felt fairly big. I was on all fours, taking it in. He starting fucking me hard. Then something pointed, poked at my face, another cock. I didn’t even look up to see who it was connected to. My pussy pulsated around this man’s cock, drilling into me from behind, making my hungry-wet-pussy grab and suck at it, making slurping sounds, further getting me hotter. My pussy wanted more and more. And while he pistoned away in my crack, one cock after another was pushed into my mouth. That professor fucked me for a half hour, leaving a puddle of juices on the floor, his and mostly mine, while I proceeded to suck n deep throat and swallow the jizz of eight different cocks. At least I thought it was eight. Some may have come back for seconds.

The old professor fucking me from behind finally, with a long moan, dumped his at least third and final necatibey escort load into my hot snatch. I got up off my now sore knees and stretched. I was hot and wanted more. A guy with long shaggy hair was on the couch stroking an eight-inch piece. He smiled as I got on top of him, looking down into his eyes smiling back, and lowered my hot hole over his pole, slowly sinking my hot quivering box over it, milking it up and down like a piston-machine. I wanted this. I fucked like there was no tomorrow. Then a guy got behind me and tried to put his thing in my pussy while the other guy was still getting me. “NO WAY!” I shouted. “I’m not doing that. One at a time or I’m leaving!”

“I’m sorry,” the guy said. I thought you’d like it. What if I just fuck your ass at the same time he’s doing you?”

That got me thinking. Did I want that?

The other guy who I was riding said, “You’d like it, it’s called a sandwich.” He reached over into his pants and took out a small tube of gel lube. “This will make it easier,” he said, and then handed the gel to the guy behind me.

“I’ll try it.” I said, “But don’t hurt me, or I’ll scream out.”

I got off his cock for a minute while the guy behind me pushed some lube in my behind. I lower myself back onto the eight-inch cock and then felt the six incher, wet with the lube, push at my butthole, and the head popped in, “OUCH!” I shouted out. “That hurts. NO, IT BURNS LIKE HELL. Take it out.

He leaned forward saying into my left ear, “Relax, the pain won’t last long.” He pushed forward more, with still more burning pain. Then they both started a rhythm in both my holes. Both dicks rubbing against each other through the wall of flesh between my cunt and rectum. They both grinded away into me, and the intensity of it had me splashing more juices all over the guy fucking my pussy, and onto the poor couch, making both dicks pulsate, cumming in both my holes. I was in heaven.

I was sitting on the couch, half out of it, when a guy offered me a cigarette. I didn’t smoke, but I saw people in the movies do it after sex, and it looked cool. He lit it for me and I puffed on it and smoked it without inhaling the smoke.

Another guy handed me a beer. I realized I was still wearing my top, and I pulled it off and tossed it over by my skirt and panties. Now, I was stark naked. I sipped the beer, and it hit the spot. I was thirsty after nothing to drink except, except for a lot of cum. Oh, I was still hot as hell, fingering myself as I sat there sipping beer. The beer went down fast and I handed the empty can to one of the guys. I looked around the room and noticed others having sex, a girl on a bed in one of the bedrooms was moaning like hell. At least three other guys were on the bed with her. Then I noticed on a love seat across the room, one guy was on all fours, and another guy was doing him in his ass. It was the first gay sex I’d ever seen.

The guy who first fucked me came over to me and whispered to me, “Hey, can you do me a favor.”

“What’s that?” I said softly.

“This guy,” and he pointed to a guy sitting at kitchen table across the room. I need you to fuck him. I think he’s a virgin.” This had my curiosity up.

“Sure,” I said, and smiled. After all, I’d lost mine tonight. Why not help somebody else.

He came moseying up to me. He was not only a virgin, he was shy.

“Hi,” he said, kind of lightly nodding his head, looking my naked body up and down.

“Are you going to take off your clothes?” I said to him.

He looked around in all directions, trying not to look me in the eyes. He had curly brown hair, and was sort of cute. I moved closer to him putting my lips to his, extending my tongue between them. He reacted back and engaged his tongue with mine. I rubbed his crotch with my hand, and with my other hand, kneaded his ass and lower back. His dick was raging hard.

I pulled my tongue from his mouth and said, while rubbing his hard cock through his pants, “Are you going to take off your clothes, or do I have to take them off for you.” His breathing was getting heavy, and he was as nervous a tree leaf, much like I’d seen before, when a friend of mine had stage freight.

“Okay,” he said with a deep breath.

He started by unbuttoning his shirt, and then ankara otele gelen escort took off his pants, leaving on his underwear, which had a tent sticking upward. I almost laughed but held it in.

“Is there somewhere we can go private?” he asked.

I didn’t care. I think I earned enough respect to take initiatives. I saw another bedroom off to the side with the lights out. I led him by the hand to the door, let him in ahead of me, and then closed and locked it behind me. It was pitch dark. I felt along the wall for the light switch and flicked it on. He was already lying on the bed, nervous as hell and waiting for me.

I lay next to him and said, “Well,”

He leaned over to me and took one of my breasts in his mouth and started sucking the nipple to a point. It made me-hot. He switching from one to the other, and then licking down to my bellybutton, he started going lower. I wasn’t sure I should let him. A lot of dicks and been there tonight, and some cum might, disgusting to think about, but it was too late. His mouth was on my clitoris and I was moaning for mercy, wrapping my legs around his shoulders and head. I didn’t care what was remnants will still down there. I let him eat me, and eat me. And then I burst, giving him a load of female juices.

I lay there in ecstasy. Then he climbed up on me, awkwardly trying to put his six plus-inch dick into my hot-cunt. He got it in and then clumsily tried to fuck me. It was awkward, and even with his size, which was fairly big, he was having a hard time of it. He wasn’t enjoying his first time.

“I think I’m done,” he said, and I know he didn’t get off. “At least I did it. I’m just too uncomfortable here to go on.”

I didn’t know what to make of the guy, but I felt sorry for him. He was hung-up from something.

He climbed off of me and sat up on the bed. “By the way,” he said, “What’s your name?”

“Kelly,” I said, smiling, “What’s yours.”

“Tim,”

He then said, “Let’s go get another beer.”

I squeezed my lips tightly together, raising my eyebrows a little, and said, “Okay, you sure that’s it?”

“We can come in here back later.”

I got up to go to the door, and he said, still sitting on the bed behind me, “Hey uh, one other thing,” and I stopped and turned to look back at him.

“I was wondering… could you give me a blow job?”

An hour ago, I would have dropped to my knees and sucked the jizz right out of him, but now I felt funny about it. I felt a kind disrespect I can’t describe, other than I felt it.

“I need that beer right now,” I said, “I’m much toothirsty.” I unlocked the door and heard more moaning coming from the other bedroom.

The guy who set me up with Tim, who I learned was named Eric, came over to me and handed me a beer. Tim followed behind me, and Eric handed him one also.

“Did you teach him right,” Eric said, looking at me.

Tim smiled and raised his beer in a toast. “It was great, my friend, “he said.”

The girl in the other bedroom kept moaning louder, almost like you hear from a woman giving birth.

“What are they doing to her?” I asked Eric.

“Hey, it was three guys, and now it’s five. She’s been letting them put two cocks in both holes.”

“No way,” I said. “One guy tried to do that with me. I draw the line on that one. I like to fuck, but one dick per hole, or this girl will flip out on you.” Here I was, talking like an old whore, when I was a frustrated virgin just hours ago.

“Tim and I have to make a beer run before curfew,” Eric said to me, “Hope you stick around a while longer.”

“We’ll see,” I said, “and I realized I was still naked. The two of them had dressed. And then they went out the door without saying another word to me.

Across the room, one of the handsomest guy’s I’ve ever wet my pussy looking at, came slow walking up to me. I swear, nice long, brown curly hair, nice ass. He was making me wet.

“Hi, babe, my name’s Paul. What’s yours?”

“Kelly,” I said, moseying up to him, pushing my average sized nimmies up against his chest. I wanted this one bad.

“Are you up for a threesome?” he asked. I immediately looked around.

“He’s in the bathroom. He’ll be out in a minute.” We waited and then he came out with a brunette, with boobs much larger than mine, but not the fake kind, real ones.

“You sure you don’t mean a foursome?”

He smiled and said, “Yep, I guess you’re right.” Then, he surprised me with what he said next.

“Let’s get into a sixty-nine.”

“Sixty-nine,” I replied, kind of surprised he’d want to start out with that.

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