That first time with Kyle

I hear the key in the lock, and two voices. Sounds like my roommate is home and damn she brought that man home with her again. It isn’t that I’m a prude or anything, but whenever she has Kyle over there is always strange tension between us. I hate the way he looks at me, as if I am some sort of coveted object. He rarely speaks directly to me, and when he does his eyes are all over my body never my face, makes me so uncomfortable.

They are particularly loud talking in the living room, even worse they are drunk. I can’t quite clearly make out what they are saying, but I swear I hear Kyle say my name and Jillian laugh. It draws me from my bed, I press my ear to the door to try and hear better. What I catch from the other room makes me pull back in shock; they are talking about the sex club they just came from and maybe watching some porn.

I am blushing fiercely wishing I had not given in to my curiosity. I really don’t like knowing such things about my housemate. It’s bad enough I can hear her fucking these degenerate men she brings home. The sound of the television coming on hides further conversation. I stay in my room avoiding contact with them and eventually I hear them retire to Jillian’s room.

I figure they will soon be too involved in some wickedness and too busy to notice me venturing out to the kitchen. My long t’shirt easily covers me, but I put my robe on anyway, just in case I do run in to Kyle, I don’t want him seeing any more of me then I can help. As I walk past Jillian’s bedroom I can hear her moaning, and I speed up my steps to get by, yet the sound can still be heard in the kitchen, though they are considerably muted.

I can’t help listening, the sounds of her pleasure making knots out of my nipples. Damn I feel like such a pervert actually becoming aroused by my roommate’s sex romps. This is another reason I hate it when she brings men over, and she is particularly loud with Kyle. I am blushing trying not to think any more about what they might be doing, but the cotton of my t’shirt brushing my distended nipples is maddening. I feel my pussy begin to ache with horny sympathy.

I haven’t been with anyone in a long time; I think to myself, this must be why I am so turned on. Its not like I am some sort of voyeur or something, I tell myself pulling the refrigerator door open and perusing the contents. This distracts me long enough to ignore the noises from the other room. I grab a snack and a soda and head back to my room.

As soon as I set my stuff down, shedding my robe and getting ready to slip back into bed to watch some t.v. and eat my snack. I realize I forgot to turn out the main light in the kitchen, damn. I’m sure they are still deep in whatever nastiness they have going on so without bothering again with the robe or anything I return to the kitchen. I don’t really hear anything from Jillian’s room, but I am intentionally trying to ignore it.

I flip the switch and head back to my room, the soft glow coming under my door to light my way. I make it about three steps when I hear someone coming up behind me from the direction of Jillian’s room. I try to step up my pace, but Kyle catches hold of my arm, before I can escape. His hands are so large and slightly rough. “Hey Sasha, there you are, I was hoping to see you tonight.” He pulls me against him and I struggle to free my arm. “Kyle, stop it!” I can smell the tequila on his breath; feel the heat of his nearly naked body at my back.

“Now Sasha don’t be like that.” He holds me with one hand and suddenly the other is gripping my left breast through my thin cotton t’shirt, a jolt of raw need jags through me and I gasp, my entire body trembles. I feel paralyzed. “See I know you like it,” his fingers find my rock hard nip and begin to squeeze and roll it, “Jillian has passed out, I was too much for her tonight.” He is almost purring into my ear.

“Stop it,” I manage in a very tiny weak voice, my pussy is positively throbbing though and I feel dizzy. “Leave me alone Kyle.” He laughs, “See I can’t do that Sasha, now with your hot horny body begging me like this. I’ve seen how flushed you get when you accidentally catch me touching Jillian. I’ve seen how these pretty tits of your just jump to attention too.” He gives my nipple a harder squeeze and I gasp. I am awash with humiliation I can’t help those reactions, I never dreamed he had noticed them.

He begins to move forward using the leverage on my arm and his substantially larger frame to move me towards my room. I try to lock my knees, plant my feet something, but my brain is sluggish, my body is on fire. He directs me with little effort muttering, “God you are such a hot bitch, I am going to really enjoy this.” His words wash over me like the heat from a campfire. I am shaking uncontrollably.

“Open the door Sasha, so far I have been gentle, you don’t want me to be cruel do you?” his tone is sharp as a razor blade I know he is serious and I am frightened by him, I always have been. I whimper in response but comply. “See I knew you would be a good girl Sasha,” he says pushing me into my room with a forceful shove. I lose my feet falling face down on the bed. I hear the turn of the lock clicking into place. “That should assure us some privacy.”

I try to stand, but he puts his hand in the small of my back pushing me into the mattress. “NO,” He barks, “I want you just like this, don’t fight me Sash and I can make this really good for you.” I can feel the tears stinging my eyes, I bite my lower lip. “Please Kyle, don’t.” it comes out almost a whisper. A sharp hard slap lands on my left ass cheek through my pink cotton panties. “Shut up you little whore! Or there will be a lot more of that and worse, understand?”

I burst into tears, stammering “Yes, please don’t hurt me.” He rips my panties down the left seam actually tearing loose, he leaves them dangling round my thigh. I hear him grunt in approval at what he sees. “Such a wonderful little ass, I bet its good and tight too isn’t it?” I am too mortified to respond. He begins to stroke my ass cheeks, squeezing caressing, pulling them apart as if inspecting my anus.

I squirm; I don’t want him to touch me this is so humiliating. I don’t want this, but the pulsing in my clit feels so good. The tears are jus flowing now down my face; Kyle does not seem to mind that at all. “I know you like it. “He says pulling my thighs apart, opening me to him. I press my face into the bed, buried in the comforter. I feel him stroke my now slippery wet slit with two fingers, my hips automatically respond. “Oh yes, I knew it,” those fingers dip deep into my pussy, and it feels so good I almost forget that this is against my will.

Sloppy wet noises issue from my throbbing cunt as he finger-fucks me really leaning into each thrust of his digits. “Look how wet you are, you dirty, dirty bitch. I am going to slide right into this juicy little fuck hole.” So saying he pulls his fingers free dripping with my juices. He then grabs a handful of my hair pulling violently raising my face from the bed and presses his pussy soaked fingers against my lips.

“Taste it slut! Taste how hot and horny you are for my cock.” he jerks harder on my hair and my lips fly open with a gasp and I taste my own juices from his fingers. I can’t believe this is happening, even worse I feel a lusty twinge in my cunt, wanting so desperately to be filled again. I moan against his invading fingers, so embarrassed, but now so turned on I can barely think.

“Oh yes, that’s a gooood girl. “ He croons, pulling his fingers back, and then placing his hands on my thighs he stretches me wider angling me just right, then impaling me on his shaft. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, so hard, so steel fucking hard, and hot and big and oh fuck. My mind is reeling with shame and horror, but my body is on fire, cunt clenching tight around his fat cock now buried in side me. “Yes, such a tight, slick snatch, just like I like it.” he growls pushing deeper inside, and building a rhythm as he pumps me.

I can’t control myself, hips bucking beneath his pummeling and the waves of pleasure building against my wishes. I am silently crying out no, but I can feel the climax creeping up. “That’s it horny bitch, cum. I want to feel your fine fuck hole cum for Me.” the moment he snarls the words I orgasm; crying out a small thin abbreviated scream, a fresh flood of pussy juice washing over his cock. I feel crazy, lost, and still burning.

He strokes in and out of me faster and faster, grunting, I cum several more times as he thrashes my tender cunt. His words growing coarser calling me names. His skin is so hot, I feel his dick pulsing and straining. Suddenly he pulls free of my sloppy slit, spraying my ass cheeks with a generous load of his own cum, the feel of it pooling on my asshole actually makes me gasp with pleasure and burn with shame.

He chuckles; I can feel him looking down at me. I can’t move, I don’t want to look at him. I feel so confused, dirty, used, but also so physically good. “Just as I thought you are ripe for me Sasha, a forbidden fruit for my delight. So don’t you dare think this is the end, do what I want and I promise not to tell Jillian. Believe me, I can convince her all of this was all your fault, and you will find yourself looking for a new place to live. Now both of us don’t want that. So keep it in mind for next time. Such a good fuck toy you are.”

He does not wait for my response, leaving me there face down and violated on my bed his sperm drying on my ass. I am crying again, but also strangely calm.