20-IF. What If I Fell Asleep Just Like That? (5)
“Spread your legs.”
“Y-yes, yesss...!”
The thought of refusing that command doesn't even cross my mind. I just obediently spread my legs and thrust my hips forward as the man in front of me—the guard—instructs. How could I possibly resist this...? Violence aside... deep down, I know there's a perverted part of me that's getting excited even in this pathetic situation. I can't bring myself to rebel.
With my fingernails digging into my palms, I let him grab a handful of my breast while spreading my legs wide. My knees splay far wider than my shoulders in this awkward pose, waiting for the guard to touch me.
He shoves his grotesque cock right between my thighs. The unfamiliar feel of that slab of meat pressing against my crotch sends a jolt through me. Before that sensation fades, his cock pushes precisely between my folds.
Terror crashes over me in that instant. Am I really... really going to give up my virginity like this? So pathetically? Have I done something so wrong?
Maybe he senses my trembling—the cock that had been probing insistently pauses.
“What, you don't like it? Should I fire Kim? I could spread rumors about what happened here during work hours—make sure he can't work anywhere in this neighborhood, not even this dorm.”
He grips my waist, his repulsive cock dripping slick, lewd fluid right in front of my pussy, and stares down at me with a wicked grin as he says it. Hand over your body obediently. Or who knows what'll happen to that driver.
I swallow hard, my throat dry from tension. He's right... I can't let the driver pay for my mistake...
“N-no, that's not it... I-I'm glad. Glad I can apologize like this...”
“That's right, that's the attitude. Now I'll forgive Kim's screw-up, yeah?”
The guard taps my breast lightly like it's some object he's handling. Even that small impact makes my already bruising chest throb heavily. Amid the shame and humiliation tormenting my mind, my body steadily feels waves of pleasure. I push myself further toward his unmoving cock.
That motion slides it inside me. Slowly, it parts my flesh, delving deeper, deeper. It wasn't hard to insert something into my already soaked pussy. Even if it was a man's cock—as long as I ignored the psychological taboo and resistance... it was physically effortless.
Easier than I'd imagined. The tip slips in by my own hand, my own will. Even if it's just shallow, barely touching my hymen—I put it there myself.
The sensation of something entering me for the first time is more frightening than I expected. My hole stretches to its limit, a hot mass forcing its way in, numbing my brain. A completely alien feeling. And the fear won't leave me.
His cock keeps thrusting forward, my hymen creating a dull pressure in resistance. Just one fragile barrier, like a rubber band about to snap, guards my purity. The razor-edge tension from that makes my whole body tremble.
“This bitch squirming again?”
His brows furrow in annoyance. He slams his hips up.
“Kgh! Ahh! I-it hurts, hngh!”
While I'd hesitated forever to take just the tip, the rest plunges in instantly. The cock drives deep inside in one brutal thrust, slamming my pussy walls and sending a dull shock through my entire body. Sharp pain like a paper cut invades my lower belly.
But the next moment, an inexplicable sense of fulfillment and pleasure surges through the pain.
“Haa! Ahh! Uwaaah! Hngh, haaaang!”
It's my first time, my precious first experience, but he pounds into me mercilessly without a care, and moans keep bursting from my lips. The intense stimulation beyond the pain creates new tremors in my body.
I really did it. I really offered up my one and only virginity as an apology...
“Thought you were a used-up slut, but damn, you still grip nice!”
Of course. Of course it does. It's brand new... never used by anyone. No one's ever touched it, no cock has ever known it—so of course it grips tight.
But... why does it feel so good? I never imagined a man's cock inside me for the first time would feel this amazing. It's insanely good. I offered my pussy so pathetically just to apologize... but the pleasure has my reason unraveling.
“Aaaang! Uagh! Hngh, ahh! M-more, haaa!”
His relentless thrusts make my breasts bounce up and down. Every time they slap against my ribs, every time his cock hammers my depths, my breath catches. Intense pleasure engulfs my body.
“Hey, slut—feels good, huh?”
As I'm lost in ecstasy, his voice drops from above amid his ragged breathing. Even someone else might find that heaving breath disgusting, but I nod eagerly at his words, no complaints.
I nod frantically, over and over, to avoid any misunderstanding.
“Haa, ahh! It f-feels good... hngh! Haaaang!”
“No other whore like you.”
His cock drives deeper and deeper with every thrust—insanely good. Each massive wave sends electric pleasure racing through me. When I clench my lower belly to squeeze him tight, I feel scorching heat in response.
Every moment whites out my mind with ecstasy; my hips buck wildly on their own, my pussy tingling and quivering. Even when he suddenly grabs my waist and stops, the stimulation lingers endlessly.
Deep inside me, his cock hardens further, twitching and spasming. I can't feel the exact situation in my pussy depths... but his twisted expression and the tightening grip on my waist tell me everything.
He's cumming. Right now, inside my virgin pussy... his semen is erupting.
He could've pulled out, or at least warned me—but no consideration. He just unloads inside without a second thought. Used like an onahole purely for his pleasure, no mercy.
Yes—used. That's exactly what happened. I was unilaterally used.
Realizing that sends a piercing thrill through my entire body. Pleasure so intense it hazes my mind crashes over me.
“Haa, aa! Aaaaah! M-more, aa! Haaaa!”
I can't think at all. Instead, my lower belly tingles and quivers wildly on its own—crystal clear. The muscles inside my pussy writhe like tiny convulsions, milking out every last drop of semen.
My womb throbs, stuffed full of his load.
“Haa, haa...”
Tiny sighs escape with every breath.
“What a premium pussy. Top-tier.”
His now-shriveled cock slips out with a gush of backed-up fluids. My lower hole still feels stuffed. Legs wobbling, I lean on the chair back and touch my crotch—only faint pink-tinged clear liquid coats my fingers, mixed with a bit of blood.
How deep did he cum inside that even standing up, nothing leaks out? Seeing the milky white drops dripping from his cock confirms it—he definitely creampied me.
A normal girl would rage even at a boyfriend cumming inside without asking—but I say nothing to him. I could, but he looks so refreshed after venting his lust, even smiling in a way I've never seen. For something like a creampie, he'd probably let it slide.
But I don't want to. If I offered my body to apologize... isn't this something I have to accept?
By now, he's tucked himself away, pants zipped, looking perfectly normal as he eyes me. I'm stark naked before him... covered in dust and lewd fluids, one breast badly bruised, red heat blooming across my skin. I bow deeply.
“...Th-thank you for cumming inside...”
I feel him flinch at my words. ...No normal girl would ever say that. No wonder he's shocked.
But I can't stop here.
“Today was all my fault, so please... sniff please let the driver off...”
“Ah, yeah, yeah, miss. I get what you're saying. No worries now—nothing'll happen.”
He waves it off lightly, as if it's no big deal, and leaves with cheerful steps.
In the end, for something so trivial I could've talked my way out of, I took punches to the tits from a total stranger, gave up my precious virginity... and even took his cum like a tissue.
The fishy taste of semen still lingers in my mouth. Pathetic. Devastating. Bleak.
Losing my first time so wretchedly will stay etched in my memory forever. Plus, he might brag at drinks about yanking a virgin college girl's hair and dumping his load in her. Or every time I pass by heading home, he'll relive today's memory.
But none of that feels bad. No—it feels good. Really being treated like an object makes transparent fluid drip between my legs.
Haa... I'll never forget today. I'll carry this memory my whole life.
Some might get traumatized or furious from the same thing. But I'm in ecstasy. The new sensations are too good.
Still, it's time to dress and head home. My body hasn't calmed—my hips still shake, my belly leaks obscenities—but I can't stay here.
Scanning for my clothes, the few left are trampled on the floor. Filthy, soaked things I'd normally toss straight in the wash. They look wrecked even from afar.
And my beloved knit cardigan? Smeared with his lewd fluids and cum—he wiped his cock on it. Used as a cum rag and discarded. Just like its owner, used for his lust.
Seeing that fills me with strange satisfaction. It feels good.
My ravaged crotch aches too much to bend over. Naked in the empty intercity bus, I kneel to shake the dust off my clothes. Pointless—the knit and jeans won't shed stains anyway.
I have to go out in public like this to get home... Sounds good...
As I gather and slip them on, my reflection in the window shows my hair a tangled mess from being grabbed so many times. Outside, other drivers rush by. Ignoring that, I use the window as a mirror, combing my hair with my fingers.
Finally grabbing my bag, I shuffle down the aisle. My steps wobble like a newborn fawn's; each one sends pain shooting through my inner thighs and chest. My outfit—skinny jeans and just the knit cardigan—clings, outlining everything. My stiff nipples, my bruised red breasts—nothing's hidden.
I shouldn't go out like this normally... but right now, no choice... When else will I parade in front of people like this?
Residual heat still warms my body. Cautiously, I descend the bus steps, one shaky foot at a time.
Eh?
“Miss, why don't you chat with us too?”
A crowd of unfamiliar middle-aged men swarm, blocking the door and hiding the driver behind them. They seal every direction. Eyes meet mine—disdain and base lust shooting toward me.
No escape in sight. Their intent is obvious at a glance.
Seeing it, my crotch floods with lewd fluid.
“A... alright...”
