Inside me.
Hello everyone reading my story. Even as a teenager, I wanted a man to fuck me. Masturbating to porn, I always imagined myself in the role of the girl. My story happened when I was studying at a railway technical college to become a train conductor. In our final year, we were sent for practical training and ended up in a small town where we were housed in a dormitory on the grounds of the local depot. Many can imagine the environment in such places—no comfort, naturally, and a large number of men who drink. It was among these characters that I met my first man.
I met Andrey in the communal shower, as our wing was male, no one felt particularly shy. Often, the men moved around the shower room completely naked. And so, the first time I went to the shower, I found Andrey there; he was shaving standing in front of the mirror, so to speak, in his birthday suit. I was very surprised by this sight. Seeing me in the mirror, Andrey turned around, and I saw his cock. I don't know why, but Andrey's hanging phallus seemed very correct to me, proportional, moderately thick and moderately long. It was a fleeting glance, but he noticed it.
If anyone knows, showers in such places are cubicles separated by low partitions without doors. Looking around at all this, I wanted to leave, but realizing I would look like a fool, I decided to go ahead and shower. Thus, finding myself completely naked, I stood with my back to Andrey, taking a shower. I waited for the entrance door to slam and for him to leave, afraid to turn around, but the door didn't slam. At some point, deciding to look, I turned around and saw Andrey; he was standing right opposite me, even though I had chosen the cubicle farthest from him. The strange expression on his face made me anxious. After standing like that for about 5-7 minutes, he finally left. I exhaled, quickly dried off with a towel after bathing, got dressed, and slipped into my room. Anxiety didn't leave me because from that moment on, I noticed he was watching me intently. I decided I would shower early in the morning or late at night; naturally, mornings didn't work out, so I went to wash up almost at night.
And then that night came; once again, entering, I found him there. Andrey later admitted to me that he noticed I was avoiding him, showering late at night, and that he had been trying to catch me for several days. He also admitted that he wasn't into boys, but he was surprised by how I looked at his cock, and my ass particularly piqued his interest. I can't call my figure feminine, but I wouldn't call it typically masculine either. At 165 cm tall, probably due to low testosterone compared to estrogen, I have a small, round rear and slightly firm hips, which stand out even more against my slender shoulders and somewhat narrow waist.
Returning to that night. Seeing Andrey in the shower, I was stunned; he was standing wrapped in a towel.
"I was waiting for you, today we'll shower together," he said, approaching me.
I backed away; he came right up to me and asked: "Are you scared?"
"I know what you want, I saw it all in your eyes," he added.
It's hard to convey my state; I was shaking with fear. Andrey wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me to him, and started kissing my shoulders, then my neck, and finally, he clamped his lips onto mine. Being in a terrible stupor, I didn't even respond to him. It's hard to say how long it lasted. I came to my senses when I realized Andrey had pulled all my clothes below my waist down and was frankly groping me, squeezing the halves of my ass hard. I began to understand that my arousal was starting to take over my stupor. After some time, following my clumsy attempts to respond to Andrey's kisses, we were already frankly making out, playing with each other's tongues. I was experiencing a strong erection; my nipples became hard and started to ache.
Aroused to the limit, breaking away from Andrey's lips, I whispered: "Yes, I want to."
"Want what?" he asked. "Say it!"
Choking on emotions, I barely uttered: "Fuck me!"
Coming into a frantic delight from these words, Andrey literally tore my T-shirt off. Taking me by the hand, he led me to a cubicle, turned me with my back to him, and turned on the water. Standing under the streams of water, I turned my head; stepping back, he stood examining me. This was already a different look; there was no longer amazement in it, I saw only thirst and lust. A thought flashed through my mind that this man was about to fuck me, and I almost lost consciousness from it.
"A fucking awesome ass!" Andrey said with delight.
Andrey dropped the towel and stepped towards me. Slapping my ass loudly, he started kissing me, pressing me tightly to him. His cock ended up between my buttocks, and I could feel it swaying from contractions between them. The cock was already hard as a rock when Andrey, taking it in his hand, wanted to insert it into me. It was the first time for both of us; feeling the head with my anal ring, I leaned forward a bit, bracing my hands against the wall. Because I couldn't fully relax and because he was a bit taller than me, nothing was working. After several unsuccessful attempts by Andrey to enter me, I noticed he was starting to get a bit pissed off.
"Wait, I'll do it myself," I said, turning to him.
I took the soap and, lowering my eyes, saw his cock again; I don't know what about it caused such arousal in me and the desire to feel it inside me. Taking it in my hands, I started moving the soap around the shaft, lathering it generously, and removing the soap, I began massaging the entire cock. With my other hand, moving between my buttocks, I inserted a finger and started stretching my hole, allowing it to relax and get used to it a bit. I gently moved one hand along Andrey's cock and hardened balls, while with the other hand, I prepared my hole with the thought that it was about to become the property of this beautiful cock.
Everything was ready; I turned around, took Andrey's standing bolt in my hand, moving it a bit between the halves of my ass, I pressed it against my hole. My breath caught; leaning forward a bit, I pushed back and felt the head, stretching the anal ring, dip into it. Feeling himself inside me, Andrey sharply pushed forward, completely entering me. My breath caught even more; I pushed forward, halfway coming out of me, Andrey wanted to thrust into me again.
"Stop, gentler, please," I asked.
With slow, gradual movements, my man finally ended up entirely inside me.
"Wait, stop a bit, I want to get used to you," I asked him again.
I leaned forward a bit more, causing my buttocks to spread wider; Andrey swiftly filled the freed space.
"How I want to fuck you like a whore!" he said, panting.
I closed my eyes and smiled. His scrotum, tightly pressed against my perineum, began to move away and then approach. Andrey gently fucked me, letting me get used to it; in the process, I started to wiggle my ass towards him. Our movements became faster; feeling that my man was thrusting his cock into me harder and tighter, I started moaning. Grabbing the pipe with my hands and literally hanging on it, I arched my back as much as possible and stuck my ass up, wiggling it, impaling myself on Andrey's dick. He clearly liked my upturned, spread buttocks; from excitement, he periodically slapped one then the other. My moans, the slaps of our bodies, the arched back sent Andrey into a frenzy. He was fucking me like an animal.
Feeling the cock entering me with my whole body, I was in a semi-trance; sex was happening in my body and in my head. I could only dream of this, and here it was happening in reality. A man I barely knew was fucking me in some dormitory shower.
"Yes, now you'll be my bitch, and I'll fuck you like a whore!" Andrey responded to me.
Apparently having fucked enough in that position, he pulled out of me and, pointing to the standing table, told me to lie on it. I was slow to comprehend, given my state; Andrey jerked me by the arm, letting me go ahead. My legs were like jelly; with a drunken gait, swaying my hips, I headed towards the table.
"Wow, fuck!" Andrey uttered, looking at my spanked, swollen ass, which seemed even bigger because of it, and slapped me so hard that I almost stumbled from the acceleration his slap gave me.
It hurt; my buttocks and the hole between them were burning, but this pain, merging with the sex in my head, with the thought that I was a lustful whore and being fucked like a whore, only intensified the arousal. Seeing my shampoo bottle lying on the floor, I turned and, slightly bending my knees, leaned down low towards it. Taking the bottle, I wasn't in a hurry to get up; bracing one hand on my knee, I let Andrey enjoy the view presented before him: the two halves of my ass.
"Playing with me?" he said, not taking his eyes off, and added, "My ass."
"Your ass, the ass you're going to fuck really good right now!" I answered, egging him on.
Andrey's face broke into a smile; he looked at me like a bull at a red rag, his phallus twitching from the arousal washing over him. Reaching the table and sitting on it, I poured shampoo into my palm, started rubbing it between my buttocks, invitingly spreading my legs, not taking my lustful gaze off my man. My fucker didn't keep me waiting long. Andrey came right up to me and started kissing me. Squeezing out more shampoo, I started lubricating his cock with it, continuing to kiss.
"Lie down," he commanded.
I lay down and, like an obedient female, spread my legs. The table was very low; Andrey, bracing himself with one hand, guided his tool into me with the other. This time, he entered me easily. Grabbing me by the hips and pulling so that they were in the air, Andrey started fucking me again. It was magical—lying with spread legs, a man between them, and I could feel the cock entering me. Drops of sweat ran down his body; he lay on me, kissing my neck and chest. My fingers slid through his hair. Now his movements weren't fast; he tried more to impale me deeper onto himself. I started to feel something like an orgasm. An unclear feeling spread through my body in waves. From Andrey rubbing his stomach against my cock, I started to cum. It's hard for me to describe this state; I didn't feel the contraction of my own cock; everything merged into another feeling. Because I was cumming, my hole started to contract, causing Andrey to start cumming a few seconds later. Feeling this, I froze; it seemed my whole body felt the contraction and pulsation of his cock. Andrey simply lay down on me.
I'm lying under a man; he just fucked me, he's lying on me, and his cum is inside me. The cock, now contracting less frequently, completely softened and came out of me. He was still lying on me; kissing his head, I felt his warm cum trickle down the inside of my buttock. The emotions that washed over me from feeling all this, I cannot describe. Tears streamed from my eyes; I was shaking.
That's how I lost my virginity; the story didn't end there, my story continues to this day. If anyone is interested, I'll write a continuation.