Oh god, I can barely even think about it without feeling so humiliated and filthy. I was just this plain Jane girl, you know? No luck with guys, but my horniness was off the charts. My only outlets were these dirty encounters with guys from the internet and sometimes even furry friends. But then, this one time, it was different. It was my brother's friend, crashing at our place after a wild night out. And because I had the bigger room, my mom insisted he bunk in with me. Little did I know what he had in mind.

As soon as he stumbled in, he saw right through me, recognized the desperate slut I was hiding underneath. He wasted no time. He dragged his mattress as close to mine as he could, started touching my legs, my arms. He peeled back my blanket, stripped off my shirt, revealing my well-developed breasts. I tried to resist, I really did, but when his fingers found my nipples, something twisted inside me, and I couldn't help but enjoy it in some sick, twisted way.

He saw it, the sick bastard. He knew he had me. He slid his hand under my panties, towards my untouched virgin cunt. I fought it, I really did, but my traitorous body betrayed me. I spread my legs for him, let him undress me, expose my most intimate parts. And then, oh god, then he went down on me. He was the first, the very first, to touch me like that, to smell me, taste my juices. And I was just there, powerless, utterly debased.

I was insecure, unsure of myself, but being eight years older, he had this power over me. He managed to make me orgasm, make me feel things I'd never felt before. And then, to add insult to injury, he demanded his reward. He stood over my naked body, jerking himself off, spraying me with his filthy cum. And I just lay there, covered in shame, utterly degraded.