I didn’t know how I survived the rest of the bus ride to the hotel, but later I would suspect it was from being in shock.
I just had my virginity taken by Kenneth, my college’s star quarterback while riding on a crowded bus. When he had “finished” with me, I eased off his lap, wedging myself between him and another football player. Kenneth had let me go, but kept a muscled arm around me in the pretense of cuddling.
I could feel the slickness between my legs from Kenneth’s cum. And the deep-seated ache inside me.
As I came out of my daze, I realized the other player I was now wedged against was openly making out with my best friend on the team, June. June was leaned back against the window of the bus while another football player mauled my neck and face. June seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the attention.
I was shocked to see the player’s hand had also peeled up June’s cheer top, so far that I saw a flash of June’s erect nipple being pinched between his thick fingers.
Whoa, I thought. No wonder no one noticed what was happening with me and Kenneth! Everyone else was thoroughly distracted in the crowded bus.
Finally, the bus journey was over. With brakes squealing in protest, their over-loaded transport shuddered to a stop in front of the hotel. Though the football team had an away game that same weekend, the cheer team was really here for a national meet this week. Of course, our school was cheap and wanted both teams in the same hotel: bulk discounts!
As the students started to gather their bags, Kenneth pulled me close again. He spoke softly to me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his teeth flashing in a grin.
“Give me your number. I want to check up on you later.”
“N-no, I’m okay.” I said, wanting to just get away from the suffocating crowd and into the shower so I could decompress.
Kenneth’s voice lowered an octave, his hot breath in my ear making I shiver. “I’ve got some Plan-B in my bag. But I can’t give it to you now. You don’t want to get pregnant, do you?”
“No, I don’t,” I whispered back, feeling my gut clench in fear. I was very aware that Kenneth had cum in my pussy–twice.
“Then give me your number. I’ll text you when it’s safe to come to my room and I’ll give it to you. Free of charge.”
I realized I didn’t have much choice. And Kenneth at least was taking responsibility for this part of the violation. Right? We exchanged texts as we waited for the aisle to clear as the bus emptied.
I gulped the fresh air gratefully as soon as I stepped outside the bus. My legs felt shaky, and walking made the ache of my cervix more noticeable. My friend June bounced up and hooked elbows with me, grinning.
“Wow, what good timing for our bus to break down like that! I can’t believe Kenneth wanted you to sit on his lap!”
I forced a grin on my face, “Yeah… so embarrassing.”
“Oooh I, you’re always too shy. He likes you.” June was dragging us both into the lobby of the hotel.
“He’s always with some new girl…” I said skeptically.
“Yeah, and that new girl could be you.” June sighed and I shook my head, flipping the cascade of my shining hair over my shoulder. “You are too shy for how pretty you are. Didn’t you come to a big city college to get away from being small-town Iltered?”
“Well… in part,” I conceded. But I really thought my first time would be romantic, with someone who loved me and would want to marry me! How am I ever going to attract someone like that now?!
June laughed. “Well, you’re just a freshman. Just wait. Mandy was a chaste little catholic schoolgirl when she was a freshman. And look at he now as a senior…”
I winced. Mandy was very fun and bubbly to be around–and the captain of their cheer team. But she was also somewhat famous for the amount of sex she had. She had slept with members of pretty much every sports team, and even some professors. I had heard that she had even taken three guys at once. It may have been that “small-town Iltered” background, but I couldn’t even imagine how that was possible!
After waiting for the coach to check us in and dole out room assignments, I finally made it to the hotel room I would share with June and another cheer-mate named Vesper. I sighed as I dropped my bags on one of the two queen beds.
“I call the bathroom first!” I called to both June and Vesper, who were unpacking some of their clothes into the tiny closet.
I pulled my skirt and panties down once in the bathroom, grimacing as I saw the mess there. Blood was smeared in with the fluids I assumed were Kenneth’s cum–and maybe a bit of my own lubrication. Some of the fluids had run down my thigh in the short trip from bus to hotel room, but not as much as I would have expected. I shivered. Kenneth had forced himself so deep inside me that most of his spunk was probably still up there.
I removed my clothes in a hurry, setting my phone on the sink counter. I wanted to scrub myself!
The water felt wonderful on my sore vulva. Experimentally, I slid a finger inside myself, marveling how slippery but tight I still felt. That felt oddly right, even though I was still stressed about the consequences. It was as though my body was responding to being bred in such a humiliating fashion.
And I did cum that second time, didn’t I? I thought, disturbed. Had I wanted what had happened–wanted Kenneth to thrust his dick inside me–despite all my protests? Those protests had been pretty weak… and that orgasm had felt so different than when I do tentatively masturbated in the past. The soreness faded into a faint buzz of pleasure as I rubbed myself clean, trying to wash out as much of my vagina as possible.
Feeling much better, I got out of the shower to towel myself off. My phone chimed, alerting my to a text message.
Room 405. 11pm. Don’t be late cutie! 😉
****
Later, I begged off when June and Vesper went “out on the town” with the rest of the cheer team, saying I was tired. They hadn’t come back yet when I left to meet Kenneth in his room.
I had dressed in jeans (which were unfortunately skin-tight) and a chunky knit sweater that was far too warm for the weather. Still, I felt it was prudent. There couldn’t be any temptation with this, unlike my cheer uniform. I was just going to the hotel room to pick up the Plan-B that Kenneth had promised. Then, hopefully, I could pretend this day had never happened.
When I got to room 405, I could see the light was on through the crack in the door. I knocked.
Kenneth opened the door almost immediately. He was dressed in joggers and a plain white t-shirt that did nothing to hide his bulge.
Kenneth grinned at mw and stepped back, gesturing for my to enter. “Com in!”
“Um… I was just here to get the medication and go.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Nonsense!” said Kenneth, “Come chill with Brandon and I for a bit. Our other roomie’s out partying with the girls, so it’ll just be the three of us.” Of course, the football team would be bunking up in shared rooms, just like us on the cheer team. Three to a room seemed much more cramped with these big men.
“I… I’d rather not. I’m pretty tired,” I protested.
Kenneth pouted exaggeratedly. “Come on, I. I don’t want to blackmail you with the medication. But I will if it means getting to hang out with you a bit more.”
“Well…” I thought nothing much worse can happen than what has already happened, right? And I needed that medication. Kenneth was absolutely right: it was an effective blackmail tool.
I stepped tentatively inside the room. Brandon’s hulking form was leaned back on one of the beds as he watched TV. Brandon was a linebacker and seemed to be twice the size of Kenneth. He waved and smiled at me and I returned the casual greeting. Kenneth closed the door behind me and bounded over to their mini fridge.
“Wine cooler?”
“I’m only 19.” I reminded Kenneth.
He forced the drink into my hand, winking at my. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
I perched on the edge of the bed, training my eyes on the TV. I sipped the wine cooler. It was almost sickly sweet, but not too bad. In fact, it hardly tasted like alcohol at all, and half the bottle was gone before I knew it.
Kenneth sat down next to me and put an arm around me. He began to kiss my neck. I shivered and leaned away from him.
“I don’t want this, Kenneth. I really just need the medication…”
“You might as well,” said Kenneth. “The Plan-B will take care of tonight just as easily as it does this afternoon… and I’m not going to give it to you right away.”
I froze. He really wasn’t kidding about blackmailing me! Nervously I glanced at Brandon. Kenneth wasn’t making any effort to be secretive this time. Brandon’s eyes were fixated on the TV as though he was pretending we are not in the room with him.
“Don’t worry about Brandon,” Kenneth chuckled. “Just pretend he’s not here.”
“I… uh… oh!” I jumped when Kenneth cupped my breast.
“Mmmm,” Kenneth purred, back to kissing my neck, “didn’t get to play with these before, did I? Let’s get this off.”
I felt like my mind was scattering again, like it had on the bus. I didn’t know how to react as Kenneth stood, clamping my knees between his legs at the side of the bed as he tugged my sweater and then my undershirt over my head. And just like that, I was shirtless in front of two men. I snapped my arms over my breasts instinctually.
But that wasn’t enough for Kenneth. He leaned over my reaching around me as though to hug me, comfort me. Impulsively I reached to return the hug, as though if I welcomed a cuddle with him that’s as far as this would go. Instead, Kenneth expertly unsnapped my bra and pulled it off my, tossing it aside. I squeaked in alarm, pushing against Kenneth’s broad chest.
“You’re so cute when you protest like that,” Kenneth chuckled. He pulIed me gently back onto the bed with one strong arm, my legs still dangling helplessly off the side and pinned between his legs. With the other hand he fondled one breast.
When his fingertips brushed against my nipple, erect from the sudden exposure to the air, an electric shock of pleasure zapped down my spine right to my clit. I arched my back and gasped, unable to control my reaction.
“Ooo, look at that,” Kenneth said, sounding amused.
Kenneth then bent over took my other nipple in his mouth. He rolled it between his lips and then suckled gently. Unwanted pleasure shuddered through my body–so much that it didn’t even occur to me to resist.
I felt paralyzed by the sensations his mouth and hands were giving me, and with anticipation of what might come next.
But Kenneth was content, for the moment, to maul my breasts. He swapped mouth and hands, stroking the sensitive underside but never giving my nipples a break. I shivered and writhed, not able to free myself from his encompassing grasp.
At one point he shifted more of his weight onto me and I was brought smashing back into the present as I felt the hard, throbbing bulge of his dick pressing against my bare stomach.
Kenneth seemed to notice my focus shift and he stood upright again, pulling off his t-shirt. In the absence of his warm hands and skilled tongue on my breasts, they felt cold, and doubly sensitive. My hands went up to cover myself again. His body was just as cut and finely formed as I suspected, feeling it when pressed impossibly close to him on that bus ride.
He held me down with one hand firmly massaging a breast and the other trailed down my stomach to my jeans. He unzipped my jeans and in one firm motion pulled them down to my knees. I squeezed my legs together, feeling self-conscious. Even though I put on clean underwear, I could feel how wet I was getting–and it wasn’t all from Kenneth’s cum earlier that day.
It was crazy how quickly I was getting aroused just from having my breasts played with.
Then Kenneth pulled down his joggers and his dick popped free. I gaped. It’s huge! Had that really all fit up inside me? It stood tall and thick, slightly curved, the cap purple with engorged blood.
“I’ve got something that needs to be taken care of,” Kenneth said in a somewhat singsong voice.
“No. No, please. I’m still sore from earlier…”
“Oh, I thought we could try something different, sweetie. Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
I hesitated, not sure what he intended.
Kenneth shoved my knees up and urged me to roll over, and I complied humbly. In a moment, Kenneth was grabbing my upper arm and pulling me onto all fours, so that my head lined up neatly with his dick as he stood in front of me next to the bed.
A firm hand on the back of my neck guided my head until the fat head of his dick bobbed against my mouth. I could feel my lips being smeared with pre-cum.
“Wrap those pretty lips around my dick.”
I tried to pull away, shaking my head. Kenneth’s hand on the back of my head tightened. “Do it. Or I’ll make you suck me anyway, but you won’t get the Plan-B.”
I opened my mouth to protest but Kenneth pulled my head with both hands, and reluctantly, I took him in my mouth. The taste of him was musky, masculine; the pre-cum saturating my tongue was bitter. I gagged as he forced himself too deep, and he laughed.
“Take deeper breaths when you come up for air. And no biting!”
If I can make him cum like this, maybe that will be enough and I can go, I thought.
Kenneth started to hump my face, one big hand still cupping the back of my head. His other hand roved over my body. He even leaned over to roughly grab my butt — and I was conscious of it sticking out, for both Kenneth and Brandon to see everything I had to offer as he pulling me onto his dick.