I was nineteen and still a virgin when I finally decided I couldn't wait anymore. My roommate had left for the weekend, and I'd spent the whole Friday night scrolling through videos, my hand between my legs, imagining what it would feel like to have a real cock stretching me open for the first time. When Mark texted asking if I wanted company, I said yes before I could talk myself out of it. He was older, twenty-five, and we'd flirted for weeks. I told him straight up in the message what I wanted. No games. I wanted him to fuck me.
He showed up twenty minutes later with that cocky half-smile. The second the door closed I was on him, pulling his shirt off, my fingers shaking as I traced the hard lines of his chest. "I've never done this," I whispered against his mouth. He groaned low in his throat and backed me against the wall, hands already under my tank top, squeezing my tits like he owned them. My nipples were tight and aching. He pinched one hard enough to make me gasp, then dropped his head and sucked it through the thin fabric until I was soaking my panties.
We didn't make it to the bedroom right away. He stripped me right there in the living room, yanking my shorts and underwear down in one rough motion. I stood naked in front of him, heart hammering, while he looked me over like I was the filthiest thing he'd ever seen. "Spread your legs," he ordered. I did it, feeling the cool air on my wet pussy. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs without warning, tongue dragging through my folds in one long, filthy lick. I cried out, hands flying to his hair. No one had ever done that to me before. His tongue circled my clit, then pushed inside me, fucking me shallowly while his fingers dug into my ass. I came fast and hard, thighs shaking, juices running down his chin.
He stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and shoved his jeans down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening. I'd seen dicks in porn but nothing prepared me for how big it looked up close, how heavy it felt when he grabbed my wrist and made me wrap my fingers around it. "Stroke it," he said. I pumped him slowly, learning the weight and heat of him. Pre-cum leaked over my knuckles. He pushed me down onto the couch, spread my legs wide, and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness.
"This is going to hurt at first," he warned, voice rough. "Then it's going to feel so fucking good you'll beg for more." I nodded, biting my lip, and he lined up. The pressure built and built until the head popped inside. I whimpered at the stretch, the burn. He didn't rush. Inch by inch he sank into me, pausing when I tensed, letting me adjust around his thickness. When he finally bottomed out, his balls pressed against my ass, I felt impossibly full, split open in the best way. We stayed like that for a long minute, both breathing hard.
Then he started moving. Slow, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. The pain faded into this deep, liquid pleasure that made my toes curl. I reached down and rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts, and the first time I came on his cock I nearly blacked out. My pussy clenched around him so tight he cursed and fucked me harder, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin filling the room. He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my stomach, and hauled my hips up. Doggy style. He slammed back in deeper than before, one hand fisted in my hair, the other smacking my ass hard enough to sting. I pushed back against him, greedy for every inch.
We moved to the floor next. He laid me on my back again, hooked my knees over his shoulders, and folded me in half so he could pound straight down into me. Every thrust punched a moan out of my throat. I came again, soaking the rug beneath us. He wasn't far behind. I felt his cock swell, then the hot rush of him flooding my pussy for the first time. He stayed inside me while we caught our breath, cum leaking out around his softening length.
Later, in my bed, we did it again. Slower. He let me ride him, teaching me how to roll my hips and grind my clit against him until I was shaking. By morning my thighs were sore, my pussy tender and puffy, and I still wanted more. Mark left with a kiss and a promise to come back that night. I lay there alone, legs spread, fingering his cum back inside me, already planning how I'd ask him to take my ass next. My first time had turned me into exactly what I'd watched in all those videos: a greedy, cock-hungry slut who finally knew what she was missing.