But I'm a virgin!

He continues to stare at you with his curious eyes, as you manage to straighten yourself back up. You brush the tears out of your eyes, and swallow repeatedly, trying to get the taste out of your mouth. Looking up at him, he says "Let's go somewhere. I want to fuck you." he looks around, and adds, under his breath, "So fucking bad."

As soon as he says that, you imagine his hands all over you. His hands rubbing your nipple, his tongue in your throat, him rubbing your thighs, rubbing over you dripping pussy...you try and shake the visions out of your head, as they are not helping your pussy at all. You could swear you could see a wet spot through your jeans. You can do better than this, you think to yourself, starting to get defiant. This is exactly what you're always warning your friends about.

Slightly emboldened, you look at him and say "Please, no..." and your confidence drains as his eyes bore into you. You quickly glance away, and mumble "I can't. I'm still a virgin..." you give up, and glance into his eyes, but he's still smiling. Unperturbed by what you've said. You feebly add "Seriously." to try and emphasize your point, but all he does his raise an eyebrow.

"You're so hot." he says, smiling, looking deep into your eyes. "Don't you find me attractive? I know you do." he gestures to your crotch, confirming your fear that you were wetter than you've ever been in your life. "Look at how wet you are. Girls don't get that wet for anyone. Unless they're a slut. Are you a slut?" he asked as he finished the mini speech. You bite your lip. You do find him attractive, your pussy is a tale tell giveaway of that. "More hesitation," he continues, staring at you. "Slut or no? It's a simple question. If you're not, then you like me. If you are, then it doesn't matter. Either way there isn't any reason we shouldn't fuck."

You sigh, as you rack your brain, searching for an excuse to get out of the situation. You can't think of anything. Always priding yourself on being the quickest out of all your friends, and you're suddenly drawing a blank. This must be what they feel like. You're suddenly aware of your pussy again, and how warm it is. And in that moment, your pussy betrays you. Before you can think, you blurt "Are you clean?"

"Of course. I always wear a rubber." he smiles, a twinkle in his eye. "And I'll take that as a yes." He grabs you by the arm, and leads you back into the house. Your eyes are still blurred from the tears, so it's all a blur. You go past the kitchen, the living room, up a narrow staircase. A moan behind the first door catches your attention, and you stiffen as it raises into a scream. Which is then followed by a loud smack and a whimper. You're suddenly unsure if your pussy knows what's best. What if the sex is violent, and you can't take it?

You notice you've stopped, and he's looking at you. He's heard it to. He smiles, and remarks "Those are my kind of people!"

Shit, you think to yourself.

You're suddenly moving again, and you're now in a dark room with a dim green light. Unsure of where the light is coming from, you're pushed down. You panic for a second, before you land on a bed. He proceeds to shut the door behind him, and you scramble to sit up, and regain some composure. Halfway through, he grabs your ankles, and roughly drags you to the edge of the bed.

Scared, you start stammering. "Wait, stop, please...." you manage, and end with a feeble. "Please be gentle." He grins, and you think he's listen, and then your face is stinging. He's slapped you across the face. Tears fill your eyes, and you tense up, and your pussy throbs. "Please," you plead, but now you're not sure what you're asking for.

He winks, then pushes you down with his knee, and keeps you there. He pulls off his belt, and flips your over, pushing your ass in the air. He pulls your pants down, exposing your soaking panties to the air, and you gasp lightly at the cold, as he wraps your pants around your ankles to restrain you. He loops his belt around your hands and tightens them. You squeal and struggle, but it's all hopeless. You can hear him shuffling, but you can't see him.

Suddenly, your panties are down around your ankles as well. You gasp sharply as you feel the cold air hit your soaking hole, and you feel your lips part slightly, a moan threatening to escape your mouth. It's choked off as you squeal, suddenly, as a warmth rubs between your pussy lips. You start squirming, instincts kicking in. This isn't how you imagined losing your virginity, but your pussy is still soaking wet.

"Little bitch," he mutters from behind your hear, and his hand grabs your shoulder and the other covers your mouth. You feel his grip tighten, and your eyes well up with tears as you feel his throbbing cock shove into your pussy. Your hymen breaks in the motion, and you scream into his hand, and writhe around, your pussy hot and aching against his cock, buried up to the hilt inside you. He pulls back for a moment, and your pussy suddenly feels empty. You almost welcome the second thrust. As soon as his thighs hit your ass, there's a thud at the door.