Imprinted By The Man That First Had Me I Married A Man Just Like Him

The first week of college I went with a friend to small restaurant off campus. We drove in my car. After eating we went out and my car wouldn't start. It was already dark and I pretended to know something by lifting the hood of the car. A rough man came by, real rough and dirty and offered to help. After half an hour he gave up and told me that I needed to get a tow truck. Of course he was friends with a tow truck driver and my friend and I found ourselves on foot with my car being taken to the tow truck's shop. The man offered us a ride back to the college.

We never made it back that night, we ended up at a run down house with the tow truck driver and the 'helper'. We found out what men can do to you when they want to. No hole was sacred. The only good luck was that they didn't swap and my man didn't chew tobacco. My friend gagged and almost vomited when her guy stuck his tongue down her throat.

It had never struck me until that night how small I really was and how big men are. Like a great big cat playing with a mouse. Big arms and thighs and big bellies and we were still teenagers, skinny and so white that we stood out against the light. I woke up under him and when I tried to move he gabbed me with a bear hug. I begged to be released so I could go to the bathroom, he watched me and told me to hold my legs open and he peed straight between my legs and then gave me his cock to suck.

My car got fixed, on the house, and I went through college pretending to be a virgin. I was never able to get serious with the college boys, they just seemed so immature and unmanly. I masturbated a lot, and after graduating returned home and went to work for the factory my father works for as a Superintendent. I married another man from the factory, non college educated, a big man with big hands and a big belly. Not as filthy or dirty as the man that first had me, but older and able to carry me on his shoulders.