Well. I'm actually a very "good" girl...as far as my friends and family know. But my first boyfriend knew me better than that. We started dating shortly after I joined college..all the freedom I suddenly had made me go a bit crazy. Not that it was apparent from the outside - I just knew myself that things were changing for me. So anyway, there was this boy in math. I wasn't really into boys at school but all of a sudden this boy called Scott caught my eye. He had a cheeky grin and I caught him looking at me on several occasions...you know..checking me out. I was intrigued at first because this was all new to me. Over the summer I had matured quite quickly and my flat chest had developed nicely which made me noticeable (I was quite slim and petite). Anyway, Scott...we flirted for a few weeks, before he finally asked me out. I couldn't say no, but I had to keep it a secret. I needed to keep up my good girl look. He took me to the cinema and I have to be honest, nothing naughty was on my mind. I obviously knew about sex and stuff as my friends were always talking about it, but I had never had the urge before. So anyway, the cinema, we watched the lego movie and it was hilarious. Afterwards he asked me back to his for dinner to which I agreed (he said his mum was cooking spaghetti bolognaise) - how could I resist! I told my parents I was at a friends...they weren't too keen on my seeing guys, even now I was in college. When we got to his house I walked in and said hi to his mum and dad, they were lovely and so welcoming. Scott said he had never brought a girl back before so it was new for both of us really. He was so kind and such a gentleman, he would open doors for me and was constantly asking me if I was okay. While we were waiting for dinner he showed me upstairs and gave me a tour of his room. It was a nice house and his room was a typical lads room, a few posters on the wall...a calendar with some girls on. I pointed at one and made a comment about how little clothes she was wearing. He laughed. While he went downstairs to check on the dinner I had a look through his cupboard (I was being nosey, I wanted to find out more about him). At this point he seemed too nice to be true! After a while of rummaging about I came across a small white leotard and was just inspecting it when Scott came back into the room. The look on his face was pure embarrassment. I didn't even need to ask him what he was doing with it as he immediately said "oh that's my sisters". I laughed and said I thought it was cute. What he said next threw me off guard. "Try it on if you like". I was sceptical, what if he saw too much and got the wrong idea? No. It would be fine. He's a really nice boy, he would never make a move or anything like that. So I went into the bathroom and took my clothes off. I made sure the door was locked - nothing would have been worse if I had been walked in on! Once I had slipped it on I had a look in the mirror. It really was tight. I knew my breasts had grown a fair bit over the summer but this really made them look disproportionately large compared with me slender figure. I thought I looked a bit slutty but there was no turning back now, I didn't want to disappoint Scott. I would quickly show him and then get back changed in time for dinner. It wasn't like me to do something like this, but what the hell. I was in college now so screw it, I can live a little if I want. As I walked towards the door I looked back in the mirror and noticed how peachy my bum looked, I had never really realised before - but I had a decent sized bum for a small white girl. As I walked it jumped up and down a little. I opened the bathroom door and whispered "Josh". He appeared around the corner and couldn't hide his grin. He quickly snuck inside and closed the door behind him. He looked me up and down and said "boy" "wow". I couldn't help but blush. No one had ever really complimented me before. I always wore sensible clothes, none of this modern day attire which shows your every curve. I was purely in it for the comfort...until now. I stood there waiting to him to say something other than "wow"...eventually he said "so I guess it's my turn". I laughed, how are you going to get in this I said?! He bet me anything in his room that he could get into the leotard I was wearing. No way I said. Impossible. Scott was quite slim like me, but at least a foot taller. He had some muscle, but was mostly toned. For a brief moment I imagined what he looked like shirtless. He was quite tanned for an English guy and had no facial hair, quite young looking really. I imagined he had a nice body. Did I want to see it? I wasn't sure. But I know one thing, I wanted to see him struggle getting into this tiny girls outfit. I shook his hand and said "deal". I forced him to stand facing the wall while I took it off, I covered myself with a towel and handed it over to him and said "your turn". He took it, turned around to face the wall and pulled down his shorts. I quickly looked away. I wasn't sure if I wanted to see, but I certainly didn't want him to see me looking. As he continued getting changed I caught the mirror in the corner of my eye. I found myself staring right at his bum. I didn't realise boys could have such a nice smooth bottom. I'd seen my dads before and it was disgustingly hairy. But not this one. Scott's was slightly paler than the rest of his body, and peachy. It looked so smooth. Not a hair in sight. I realised I had been looking too long so diverted my eyes back to the wall. After a few seconds he said "I win". I turned around and there he was, squeezed into this tiny leotard. It didn't leave much to the imagination. I tried not to look below his belly button but I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his ...area. He certainly looked well ...er...equipped down there. I felt a strange tingling and a warm fuzzy feeling go through my body. I worked my way back up to his face and said "well done". At that moment I was so unsure what my body was doing. I was frozen. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to say something. But I couldn't move. He slowly started walking over to me. I could feel myself getting warmer, and fuzzier. He came within a foot of me and put his hand up to my face, and stroked my cheek. I wanted him so bad. But I still couldn't move and didn't know what I would do even if I could move. He walked around behind me and slowly began to remove the towel which was covering my naked body. It felt wrong, but it also felt right. All of a sudden I was stood there, completely naked. In front of a boy I had met just 3 weeks ago. I had never even kissed a boy, let alone..done anything else. He came closer behind me. I could feel him up against me. I reached my hand behind me and ran it up his leg. I felt it. I might not have touched one before but I knew what I was touching. He still had the leotard on. I massage it for a few seconds. He then touched my left thigh, and ran his hand around to my left buttock. He squeezed it. I could hear him sigh. I looked down and noticed my nipples, which were usually fairly small - were now hard and pointy. I had never seen them like that. Scott moved his other hand up my right side and on to my boob. He squeezed that too. There I was. Standing naked in front of a guy who I hardly knew, having my bare buttock and bare breast squeezed. I stood there for a moment completely overwhelmed. Time seemed to stand still. I had no idea where I was. I went for his willy again. By now he had removed the leotard and was standing behind me, as nude as I was. I grabbed it, and ran my hand down it, trying to gauge the size. It was huge. I could feel the veins as my fingers went from one end all the way towards his body. He started slowly rubbing the tip of it on my back. I could feel something wet on my back as he started to prod with more force. He ushered me towards the sink where I learnt over more, my face almost touching the side. I wasn't sure what I wanted. But I knew I didn't want it to stop. Without warning he slipped it inside me. It was smooth, but it was painful. It wasn't like how I imagined. I thought it would feel good - not that I thought about it much in the past. He slipped it back out. And I gasped for air. SLAP. "Ahh" I shouted. I couldn't even control it. He slammed it back inside me with such force, that his balls slapped against my bum so hard I could feel where they made contact. He whispered "shh". Despite being in pain, it was good pain, you know? Like the pain after a workout. It hurts, but you sort of don't mind at the same time. He did it again. And again. SLAP. SLAP. I could hear him panting. I reached behind me, to give myself some time to recover. I grabbed his cock and just rubbed my hand up and down it. It was so wet and juicy. I thought to myself "is that all mine?". I felt my vagina and yep...it was all me. I hardly had to touch it before my fingers were soaked. I went back to his cock, still facing the sink and squeezed it hard. he sighed loudly. I ran my fingers back up again and over his bell end. It felt like a monster cock. I still had seen it properly. I didn't want to ruin the moment so stayed wher I was and moved my hand back to the front. He put both his hands on my bottom and slipped the monster back inside me. In. Out. In. Out. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. I could hear the squelching as his juicy cock entered and exited my wet, ever expanding vagina. I caught a glimpse of my hand and noticed something red on it. Weird, must be some ink or something from college. SLAP. SLAP. Squelch. AAAAAH. "Shit!!!" My pain level, which was just beginning to lower suddenly hit the roof. He'd accidentally put it in my arse. It felt like someone had poured chilli powder inside me. I stood there, bent over, for a few seconds. Trying to come to terms with what had just happened. Before I had managed to gather my thoughts it was back in. But this time slowly, and softer. Surprisingly it didn't hurt too much. The initial whack must have killed all my pain receptors! He kept going. In and out of my arse, it felt different to before. Before it felt painful and a little bit pleasureable. Now it just felt weird. I felt like I needed to poo. Not a nice feeling. And I certainly didn't want him to see that...I let him continue and just concentrated on not reliving myself. He started picking up the pace. SLAP SLAP SLAP. His balls slamming into my thighs. My arse feeling like it was being torn in two. My breasts were also starting to ache, after having spent the past 10 minutes being thrown backwards and forwards. With one mighty sigh he stopped. His huge penis had penetrated my arse as far as it could go. I could feel it throbbing. His pelvis was touching my cheeks. His entire monster was inside my arse. I felt constipated. More than I ever had felt in my life. I could still feel it throbbing inside me. Until he finally pulled it out. I felt like I had just done the biggest number 2 of my life. I slumped a little. My back has started to ache and my legs were getting tired. I spent a few seconds catching my breath before turning around. I wasn't exactly sure what I expected to see. The first thing I saw was his monster cock. Staring at me. It was still throbbing a little bit, as if it was catching its own breath. It was dripping. It's veins were sticking out. I couldn't believe that it had just spent the last 5 minutes in my arse. I looked down, there was a fair bit of blood, mixed with what I assumed was semen. I knew virgins sometimes bled so I wasn't alarmed. I slowly stood up and made eye contact with him for the first time in what seemed like for ever. He was sweaty. But sexy. I took a step towards and kiss him on the lips. Then on his nipple. Then I made my way down to penis. I spent a few seconds inspecting it. It was honestly the biggest one I had ever seen. I had seen a few, my mates often sent pictures to our group chat. I didn't take much interest but I knew this one was special. It was still semi hard from being inside me. I grabbed it with my right hand, lifted it up and licked all the way from his ball sack to the tip. Salty. I then put it in my mouth. He groaned. It got about half way in before I knew I had run out of space. I sucked it hard. Wow. It was so hard, yet so soft. The taste of what I presume was semen was making its way around my mouth. Then he said "its its my turn to clean up". He turned my around to the same position I had just been in, but this tim for he got on his knees. He starting licking all around the area he had just been fucking. He didn't hold back either. The noises were incredible and it felt even better. I could feel him all over my vagina and around my anus. After he had spent a good five minutes cleaning up we both stood up and took a long deep breath. His penis had finally reduced in size and was red raw. Either from ththe blood or the friction of my tight arse. My vagina felt damaged and my arse...well. It certainly felt violated. We put our clothes back and went downstairs for dinner. We didn't talk much. I left straight after and went to home to bed. We didn't talk again, when we saw each other we gave a knowing look, as if to say this is our little secret.