Love Being Fucked
The first time I had sex was with my high school boyfriend when I was a senior in high school. It was a huge step for me. I was introverted, shy, a bit submissive, and sheltered as a small town girl. After my senior year, I went off to college, although I wanted to stay in my hometown.
About half way through my first semester I met a guy who was a senior. He asked me out after we had gotten to know one another a little better. He seemed to sense who I was and we went on six dates before he even kissed me for the first time. Honestly, if he had done that earlier, I would probably have run back to my dorm. After four months, missing sex, I decided to have sex with him when he asked me. It was incredible to have a guy fucking me again. Even though I was introverted, I really loved sex and was very responsive just as I had been with my high school boyfriend. This happened just before the spring break and my new guy talked me into staying with him rather than going home. We spent the first three days in bed. I could not get enough of him. By the end of the week I lost track of how many times I had orgasmed. For the rest of the college year, I spent every weekend at his apartment.
He obviously knew I was introverted and had a shy side. He talked me into living with him at the start of my second year. I felt safe with him. My parents thought I had an apartment by myself. Living together also brought some sexual exploration for me and I went along with whatever my guy wanted to do. I don't think there was any position we didn't try. I gave him blow jobs while he was driving. And, we found places out of doors to fuck. I was immersed in sex with him. Then, he had me do somethings that I had never imagined I would try.
One night after we had sex, he told me his friend Josh was going to fuck me. I resisted, but he told me that it was going to happen and that was the end of the discussion. Two things were in play. First, he knew I loved being fucked, and second, he knew I was submissive. He told me that Josh would be over tomorrow in the early afternoon and I would let him fuck me. I didn't want to displease him, so the next day I waited for Josh. Josh was good with me. He took his time, talked with me, caressed me, and warmed me up. He took my my clothes off and then his own. When I saw his erection, I knew he was going to fuck me. And, he did. Three times that afternoon. My guy asked me about it when he came home and I told him Josh had me three times, but I didn't feel as responsive as I normally did. He told me it would be better over time and I realized that Josh would be fucking me regularly. My guy took me to bed and really made sweet love with me. I could also tell he was turned on by me fucking Josh.
Later we talked and he told me I would fuck Josh whenever he wanted me. Over the next few months, Josh would fuck me on two or three days each week. After the first couple of weeks, I started to be really responsive with Josh and loved having orgasms and having him cum in me. My guy also kept me very happy. Things continued to change. My guy had several really good friends and after I'd been fucking Josh for most of the year, my guy would tell me to go spend the night with one of the friends. Including Josh, by the time I was in my junior year, seven of my guy's friends had benefits. What my guy did not expect was that I would ask his friends to fuck me when I was feeling horny. Perhaps, the most sexual time was when my guy and four of his friends took turns with me one weekend.
So, I went from being a small town, introverted girl to a girl who loved to fuck. A few years later, I married my guy. I am not so submissive anymore. I insist on being. shared. My guy still gets off when someone has fucked me. And, I still love being fucked.
