Chapter 28: Hungry Little Cunt

The soreness settled deep in my belly, a dull ache that pulsed every time I moved.

Saturday had been worse. Every step sent a twinge through my core, my panties rubbing against tender flesh that had never been touched before Friday night. I’d kept to my room mostly, claiming homework, avoiding the stairs. My mother had knocked once, asked if I wanted lunch. I’d mumbled something about not being hungry.

Sunday morning the ache had faded to a throb. Manageable. Familiar in a way that made my stomach flip.

I pressed my thighs together under the sheets and felt the soreness flare, then settle. The memory surfaced, his cock pushing through the hole, the stretch, the burn, the flood of heat when he’d emptied inside me. I’d touched myself in the shower that morning, fingertips gentle against my puffy lips, and gasped at how sensitive I still was.

He came inside me. A stranger. Raw.

The thought didn’t scare me. It made my mouth dry.

Now the house was dark. My parents’ bedroom door had closed at 9:47 like always. The pipes had creaked. The silence had settled. And at 10:30, right on schedule, I opened my laptop.

The screen glowed blue-white. The chat room loaded. His message was already waiting.

ProfessorPleasure: Sunday night. I’ve been thinking about you all weekend.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I swallowed, that motion was easy now, my throat strong and trained, but my pussy clenched and the soreness made me wince.

CuriousBlonde18: I’m here.

ProfessorPleasure: You went back to Carl’s on Friday. I can feel it. Tell me what happened.

CuriousBlonde18: I did something different.

ProfessorPleasure: Different how?

I typed slowly. Each word deliberate.

CuriousBlonde18: I lost my virginity. Through the gloryhole. To a stranger. Raw. No condom. He came inside me.

I stared at the words after I sent them, my heart hammering against my ribs. A hot flush crawled up my neck, spreading across my cheeks. Pride. That was the first thing I felt, a sick, thrilling pride that made my thighs clench under the desk. I’d done it. I’d taken that step, crossed that line, and survived. More than survived. I’d felt it. Every brutal inch.

But then the shame slithered in, cold and coiling in my gut. What the fuck am I becoming? The thought was sharp, a knife’s edge against the warm haze of memory. My fingers trembled as I typed the next line, as if I could outrun the guilt by confessing faster.

CuriousBlonde18: I chose it. I wanted it. But now I don’t know if I’m proud or disgusted with myself.

I bit my lip, hard enough to taste copper. The cursor blinked back at me, patient, waiting. My parents were asleep two doors down, dreaming of whatever filthy things they did at Carl’s. And here I was, hollowed out and aching, spilling my darkest secret to a man I’d never seen.

The pride whispered: You’re not a girl anymore.

The shame hissed: You’re a whore now.

Both voices felt true. And that terrified me most of all.

The three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. I imagined him on the other side of the screen, his fingers trembling over the keyboard, his cock stirring in his pants. The professor who’d been guiding me for weeks, who’d told me to take it raw, who’d promised it would feel better without latex.

ProfessorPleasure: You did it. You actually did it. Good girl. Tell me everything. Don’t leave out a single detail.

I leaned back against my pillows. The laptop was warm on my thighs. I could feel the ache between my legs, a constant reminder of what I’d done.

CuriousBlonde18: I went to the same booth. The middle one. I stripped and got on my knees like always. But when the first cock pushed through, I told him I wanted something different.

ProfessorPleasure: What did you say?

CuriousBlonde18: I told him I was a virgin. I told him I wanted him to take it. No condom. I wanted to feel everything.

ProfessorPleasure: And how did he react?

CuriousBlonde18: He was quiet for a second. Then he asked if I was sure. I said yes. I said I wanted him to unload inside me.

ProfessorPleasure: God. You’re incredible. What happened next?

I shifted on the mattress and the movement made my pussy throb. The soreness was still there, a deep, bruised feeling that radiated through my lower belly. But underneath it, something else stirred. Heat. Want. The memory of being filled.

CuriousBlonde18: I turned around. Pressed my hands against the wall. The hole was at hip height. I felt his cock push through, the head, so warm against my pussy lips. He found the entrance and just ... pushed.

ProfessorPleasure: Did it hurt?

CuriousBlonde18: Yes. God, yes. It burned like I’d been split open with a white-hot blade. The head forced through, and I felt every ridge, every pulsing vein as it stretched me past what I thought my body could take. A strangled cry hitched in my throat, my eyes were watering, blurring the grimy wall in front of me. I was gripping the cheap particleboard so hard my knuckles went white, the edges biting into my palms. A deep, tearing ache bloomed in my core, radiating up into my belly and down into my thighs. I could feel the walls of my cunt struggling to accommodate him, clamping down in raw, instinctual panic before being forced open again. A hot trickle—blood or slick, I couldn’t tell, ran down the inside of my leg. But I didn’t want him to stop.