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I had been watching Mark for quiet a while, he was one of the more exciting boys at college. Tall and lean he was cute rather than handsome, a young looking 18, lots of wavy blond hair, broad shoulders and a very sexy arse. His rowing hobby meant he had a great bod, powerful and lithe but not pumped or bulging.

He was always laughing, always flirting, I knew he had a girlfriend at another nearby college but it didn't stop him spending every break period with one girl or another on his knee.

I knew he hadn't registered me, my art course meant that I was always in dungarees or baggy jeans, a real mess, but every now and then we would share a table in the canteen and he'd throw me one of his impish grins and my heart would melt. I had a friend, Allison, beautiful and very sexy, always dressed in thelatest fashions,

everything short and tight, a real prick teaser. I knew Mark fancied her, I also knew she was infatuated with her boyfriend and would never stray but I knew being around her would keep Mark around me.

One Monday at lunch break Mark and some of his friends were mucking about as usual, they had a bet on to see who could spend Wednesday afternoon at the local cinema with one of the girls in college, watching one of the porno movies ! . I could see he was itching to ask Allison, but instead he leant across the table, flashed his most winning smile and asked me. My mouth dried up as I gazed back at him, I really wanted to go, I didn't care where, I just wanted him to myself. But looking down at the canteen table I stuttered out a no, I didn't think it was my kind of thing. He laughed, apologised for embarrassing me and he and his mates decamped and went to look for trouble elsewhere, laughing and joking like an scene from an old robin hood movie. Inside I felt crushed and humiliated, that was all he thought of me, a easy way to win a cheap bet, I resolved to avoid him in future.

My resolve lasted all the way through the afternoon tea break, I felt pleased with myself, he must have noticed I'd been ignoring him, sitting on another table away from his gang and blanking him as he went by. Perhaps if I could keep it up I'd get over him completely. But I shouldn't have congratulated myself so early, at the end of the day he was waiting for me at the college gates. I felt my knees go weak as I walked toward him, I tried to avoid his gaze but he reached out and touched my arm as I walked by, "don't be like that" he said "look I've already apologised, I know I was out of order, let me make it up to you. I'll take you out to the movies Wednesday, but you choose the film O.K., how about that ?". I should have said no, but I couldn't.

Tuesday went by in a blur, no sign of Mark, but sometimes our lessons and hours didn't coincide.

Wednesday came and, in my schoolgirl way, I made a big effort. I wore a nice white blouse, a very fetching pleated skirt, my best pair of tights ( well my last pair really, a hole in the crotch, on the seam, but I reasoned he won't see that) and my favourite grown up shoes with heels.

Mark found me in the cafeteria at 1.00. "Wow, San, I didn't know you had a dress" he mocked.

I could feel my resentment of a few days earlier resurface but I resolved to shrug it off. Walking through town to the cinema Mark was charm itself. Kind, attentive, funny, he made me feel like the centre of his world, I wished he could be more like this at college, but when we got to the Cinema I could see the fatal flaw in my plan. The cinema was an old fashioned centre of town two screen affair, seedy and run down, not at all like the modern multiplex in the nearby city. There were two films on, something stupid about a Disney talking dog and Emmanuelle No: 225, out of these two films I had no choice, I really didn't want to look a baby, so, reluctantly, I choose the porn flic. After all I thought a porno film this crappy can't be all that rude.

We crept into the cinema after the film had started and settled into seats at the back. I could see half a dozen guys, presumably in dirty raincoats, dotted about the huge black space. The seats were old, threadbare and hard, not at all romantic I thought.

Soon after the film had started I felt Marks arm across my shoulders, happily I snuggled toward him, pleased, at last, to be there with him. On the screen a fabulous looking emmanuelle floated around in soft focus, flirting with nudity and sex, but more just looking gorgeous in wonderful exotic locations. It was mildly a turn on, but Marks presence was even more gripping.

I could feel my body warming to his closeness, my heart was beating faster and I was very aware of my breathing, the touch of his leg on mine. Then he moved his arm from my shoulder and placed his hand on my leg. It felt as though my whole consciousness settled, with that hand, halfway up my thigh. My pussy tingled and I felt my hips twitch subtly, unplanned and uncontrolled, this was such a turn on, I had never expected anything like it. My pussy was getting hotter and hotter, I felt butterflies in my stomach, my panties were getting wet as my pussy swelled and moistened. In a weird way I could almost feel my eyes glazing over with lust and desire.

On the screen emmanuelle was getting off with a gardener, flashing her panties in a breeze while the gardener worked behind her. I thought of this beautiful woman, the lucky actor about to enjoy her fabulous arse, and the hot camera crew standing watching them.

Suddenly, I felt Marks hand on my leg moving up, in fright I put my hand on his..maybe to stop him. I held his hand for a second and then, as the heat of his fingers warmed my leg I found myself drawing his hand up, up my thigh to my pussy, I was enjoying new and inexplicable feelings, all I could think of was the girl on the screen seducing the gardener and Marks hand and my desire to have someone touch my wet pussy. Mark leant toward me, we kissed, his fingers explored my thighs, my crotch, my cunt. His fingers circled me, pressing on the tight fabric of my tights. I squirmed in my chair, getting increasingly turned on. With his other hand Mark gently squeezed my shoulder, drawing me closer to him.

His fingers found a weakness in the material of my tights, the gapping hole in my crotch, gently he opened the stretchy fabric, unravelling the stitches of the seam, his fingers massaged my sex through the cotton of my panties. Pressing against my increasingly wet vagina, squishing my cunt lips, soaking the fabric with my juices. His finger tips must be drenched by now, he must know how hot I am.

I couldn't think straight any longer, I didn't care where I was or what I was doing, I kissed Mark more passionately with raw, uncontrolled passion. I opened my legs for him and pushed my pussy onto his amazing, skilful fingers. I am aware that I'm panting and I can smell my sex, my skirt has ridden up over my hips, my arse is up to the edge of the narrow cinema seat, my hips rock and twitch in involuntary invitation. I can feel the hard, forceful, tension of Marks lithe body. I'm aware that for the first time I want him to have me, I want his fingers inside me, I feel total abandonment. I am ready to do anything to meet my awakening sexual need.

His fingers find the edge of my panties and push under the soaking material, the flesh of his fingers meets the pubic hair surrounding my swollen desire filled pussy, the pressure of my tights and knickers presses his hand hard against me. He runs his fingers over my cunt, gathering slippery juices, then he begins to rub my full clit, gently at first, then more and more vigorously. I am in heaven, unbelievable feelings course through my body. I have never felt like this even when I touched myself there, never felt sensations as overpowering as this. I feel a complete awakening.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, I feel a burning, glowing, consuming, emotion, sensation, it is filling my body. I slump back in the chair, he is staring down at me. I twist and turn on the seat, forcing my pussy toward the source of my pleasure, I don't understand this feeling but I love it as a fiery glow sweeps over me, my first climax seizes me in a crescendo of muscle seizure and blazing nerves, tingling and pulsing, writhing through my body like a powerful snake. I feel disconnected from myself, my body, the world, suddenly I am aware of my voice, the noises I am making, a deep, loud groan, escaping from my mouth like a gunshot. As my cum finishes I open my eyes and register the shock, surprise and pleasure on Marks face.

"shhhh" he whispers, clearly amused "God San, you'll get us throw out" he laughs.

I lie there glowing, full of incredible emotions, stupidly, despite my humiliation and my wanton sluttish disarray, I gaze at Mark. I feel so loving and tender to him, I just need him to hold me. I remember feeling deeply that I loved him.

He kisses me tenderly, his hand still thrust down my teenage knickers. Cupping my warm sex.

I look around the cinema, suddenly aware that my loud outburst, this deep moan of orgasmic pleasure has draw inquisitive stares from the half dozen wanking men in the place.

"Mark" I whisper " We have to leave now"

"Ok" he conspiratorially whispers back "you are much more fun than the movie anyhow"

We slip out of a side entrance and into one of the long dark tunnels that snakes around the back of the cinema to the outside. As soon as the heavy door to the screen room closes behind us Mark pulls me to him and we embrace, kissing passionately. He pushes me gently against the wall, his hands explore my body, gently stroking, feeling, caressing. He touches my breasts, my back, around my arse and thighs, his hand raises up the inside of my leg once again lifting my skirt. I am mesmerised by his touch, wet, willing, abandoned. His left hand traces a path to the small of my back and slips under the elastic of my tights and into my knickers, caressing my arse, his hand on my naked flesh, I can feel his finger tips just centimetres from my pussy, I want him to move his hand to the front and once again touch my swollen clit. I feel my breathing, shallow, rapid, excited, I'm holding onto his shoulders to support myself, offering no resistance.

His fingers grasp my panties and he slowly tugs on the material, I feel the gusset tighten on my cunt, my arse cheeks part as the fabric slowly rids up, pressing against my anus, my knickers become a thin band opening my pussy lips, squeezing my clit. I feel the muscles in my thighs clench as I lose myself to my sexual self, centred on the feelings in my crotch, I rock my hips, pushing my virgin mound out and in, wanking myself on the little strap that Mark has created between my legs. My arse cheeks tighten, I am writhing rhythmically, a slow, instinctive, fuck tango. My hand slips from Marks shoulder, down his arm, leading his right hand onto my cunt.

He massages me through the layers of material separating my pussy from his fingers. Reaching down with both hands I pull my skirt up, exposing my thighs and hips, then boldly, without thinking, I hook my thumbs around my tights and panties and in a practised move push down, wriggling my hips until my stomach, hips, my cunt, arse and thighs are naked for Mark. I open my legs, feeling the tension half way down my thighs where my tights prevent too much movement. In a moment Marks hand is on my skin, circling my virgin pussy, opening me and, at last, he forces a finger into my soaking hole. I can feel the cold of the air around my arse and the blazing warmth of his finger stroking inside me.

I am trembling, breathless, scared, exhilarated, I look at him, he is gazing down watching his hands on my young body. I feel turned on, ready to do anything but also, inexplicably in my inexperience, strangely I feel empowered and in control, Mark is now my conquest, my plaything. Gently Mark begins to finger fuck me, I feel me legs buckle, I give myself to these new , strange, amazing sensations. I can feel my juices lubricating his finger, warming and covering the top of my thighs, every so often he slides his finger from my hole and slowly, tenderly, beautifully, describes perfect small circles on my clit with his finger tip. My head is in his shoulder, I am whimpering and moaning with each new touch, gasping for breath and making small child like cries as mini climaxes cascade through my body.

Suddenly there is a shaft of light illuminating the corridor and the sound of one of the doors opening. Quickly Mark tugs down my skirt and we embrace again. One of the punters from the cinema walks out to the exit past us, we stand quietly, giggling trying to ignore him as he walks by, eying Mark and I enviously. I am erotically aware of my naked pussy beneath my short skirt, and wonder if the man can see well enough in the

darkness to glimpse my tangled tights and nickers half way down my legs, my pussy clenches and throbs as the man walks by, a strong tightening sensation that starts high inside me and opens me and pushes my hips forward against Marks leg. In my mind I have lost all my inhibitions, I feel hot and flushed and dirty, I realise all I want, need, is to be filled. As the man passes into the darkness I pull Marks hand back to my cunt and bury my head into his neck, kissing and biting, sucking passionately on his smooth skin. I open my legs and grinding my cunt on his hand, pulling his body toward me I can feel the hard length of his cock filing his trousers, long and defined against my stomach. This time it is Marks turn to guide my hand to his cock, I cup my hand around his length, bulging through his jeans. Unsure of what to do I rub my hand up and down his length, he seems huge to me, from the tip of his cock, above his waistband, curving down to his balls I rub him, pressing hard. It feels like his has a length of sturdy hose in his trousers.

I fumble for his button, his zip, eager to release his prick, to please him the way he has been pleasing me.

His jeans peel away under my inexperienced fingers and his cock jumps free from his boxer shorts. I take him in my hand and roughly wank up and down his cock, our mouths meet in passion, tongues, and saliva, lips and teeth. He is panting, he uses his fingers on my soaking virgin pussy, my cunt lips are so swollen, my clit so erect, I think I'm going to explode with desire. My hand cradles his hairy balls, his length goes half way up my arm, I use my other hand to rub the top of his cock, pressing him against my stomach, I push my pussy closer, feeling his balls on my stomach, his cock head at my ribs, I grind myself against him, his hands are on my arse, pulling my cheeks apart, holding me close to him, he is moaning, whispering my name, telling me he wants me, needs me.

"we have to find somewhere private" I nuzzle into his ear, although I couldn't care less where he took me by now.

he steps away from me, struggling to get his cock back into his trousers, "come on then", he takes my hand and leads me down the corridor.

In the shadows there is light coming from the broken fanlights of the gents toilet doors, he pushes open the door and leads me in. The place is dirty and squalid, it stinks of urine. At the back, squeezed into the corner is a single cubical with a toilet inside, Mark pulls me pass the line of urinals, into the cubicle and closes the door.

"you can't be serious" I semi protest, aware of the sordid surroundings but unable to ignore the aching need between my legs.

He touches my lips with his finger, silencing my protest, then bending his head he kisses me fiercely and once again tugs up the hem of my skirt. My tights and panties are still pushed down from earlier, my pussy still naked, the elastic of my tights is stretched around my thighs just below my bum. Marks left hand deftly caresses my arse and pushes down between my legs, as I open my legs to his insistent fingers he opens my pussy with his finger tips. His right hand settles on my mound, he once again begins to massage my clit. I am so wet with excitement, this scene is so pornographic, I feel such a slut, his hands are all over my clit, my arse, he fills me and he

teases me. He caresses my breast with the flat of his hand, sending sparks of excitement from my nipple to my pussy, he gently squeezes my nipple through my bra, making me squirm and twist, pushing my wet sex hard onto his hand. I moan and sigh, I am aware of my careless abandon almost as though I'm watching a scene the porn movie, I am repeating his name over and over again in a whisper. This is not where I want to lose my virginity, but now I can't say no.

Sensing my mounting climax, my approaching orgasm he pushes me back into the cubicle, sitting me on the toilet seat, he reaches under me, pulling off my tights and panties, struggling briefly with my shoes, finally I am free to be spread wide for him.He runs his hands up and down my legs, deftly burying two fingers in my cunt when he reaches the top, I throw my head back and cry out as his fingers connect with my G-Spot. Holding me legs apart he buries his head in my pussy and takes my sex in his mouth, my legs draped over his shoulders. His hard tongue flicks over my clit, this is the first time anyone has done this to me, I cannot believe the sensation. He laps greedily at the juices flowing from my hole, his tongue darting over the warm, sensual folds of my pussy, with every stroke of his tongue I feel a mini climax. My whole consciousness is locked into that small area of flesh and passion.

Mark pushes his body to get closer to my hips, I am squashed back against the cubicle wall, his head hard against my cunt, his tongue buries itself deep into my sex, his nose rubs against my clitoris. My Cum sweeps over me like a tidal wave, I call out from deep within a low, loud, shout of release, he continues forcefully filling me with his tongue and I have to push his head away with my trembling fingers.

"Stop Mark, please, I'm exhausted".

He stands, smiling, looking down at me he slowly unzips his jeans, releasing his cock. He holds himself, he large and hard, his manhood crowned by a thick purple head. He wanks himself, fondling his balls, pumping his cock with his hand.

His Dick pulses in time to his heart beat. Timidly I reach up to hold him, I am compelled by the intense eroticism of his threatening size. The heat of his shaft is extraordinary, his muscular column radiates warmth and glows in my hand.

Almost as soon as I grasp him he leans over and guides my head to his cock.

He takes his cock and pushes it down to my mouth, I glance up,

"No Mark, please don't"

he smiles and fills my mouth with his tool,

"Good, girl San"

He wanks himself with my mouth, controlling my head with his hands woven into my hair. My mouth is stretched, I gag for air, I can taste him, salty, sweaty, his cock is oozing a slippery liquid. In my inexperience I am scared, should he be doing this to me, what should I do, I am alarmed but I like what he is doing, how he is using me. A strange charge runs through my body, in my mind I am thinking the most carnal thoughts, I want him to use me for sex. I feel my legs opening wider for him as I move to squat at his feet.

He senses my virgin helplessness, my inexperience, withdrawing his cock he gently tells me to suck him.

Releasing my hair he strokes my cheek. I reach up and take hold of the base of his cock, I tilt his long curving Dick toward my mouth, I want to please him and I am turned on by the sight and nearness of his cock. I lick up his length, kissing him, rubbing him with my hand. He moans his approval. I reach the top of his cock and slowly press my lips down onto him, pushing back his skin, opening my mouth to receive him as I go down. I flick my tongue across his cock head as he had done on my clit. I'm hoping he feels as much as I did.

"Harder san, suck me harder"

I close my mouth on him, taking him to the back of my mouth, pulling back before I gag, he is like a giant lollipop, enthusiastically as I gain confidence I work his cock harder.

Pressing my tongue against him, sucking and licking furiously. I am aware of the wet slurping noises I make as I thrust my head up and down his cock. I massage his heavy balls in their hard hairy sack, alternately wanking his cock with my hand and sucking him. Now it is his turn to moan and cry out. I can feel my pussy filling with my need, my juices are flowing again, I can sense my tight centre opening, I know I want his cock inside me. Unconsciously I am stroking and rubbing my clit as I squat at Marks feet. His cock is jerking in my mouth, I can taste more salty fluid, his hips are thrusting and he is panting loudly, I know he is about to cum, but I want him. I release his cock.I stand and look him in his eyes.

"I want you to have me now Mark, please"

He looks at me focusing his gaze."San, I'm too far gone, if we do it now, I'll be rough, do you want that San?"

"Mark, you have to take me" I am trembling as I stare up into his face, he seems more impassive now, lustful, somehow animal.

"strip" he says, a hard edge to his voice.

I reach down and begin to unbutton my blouse, he steps back, opens the door and leaves the cubicle.

Meekly I continue to strip, I am scared now, breathing faster and faster, my body a mess of nerves and desire, I am excited and very, very wet. I can hear mark rattling small change in his hand, the I hear a metallic clank and the sound of a packet dropping. Mark returns, fumbling with a packet of condoms.

"Better safe" he says, more as an aside than at me.

For a second he admires me standing semi naked in the cubicle, my clothes strewn about me on the floor, defiantly I unhook my bra and let it fall. Brazenly I am completely naked. I see his still exposed cock twitch against the dark material of his shirt. He opens a condom packet and expertly unrolls the rubber down his long cock. He can see my eyes widening as he approaches me.

"party time San"

He puts his arms around me, kissing me gently, then more and more forcefully.

His hands moving all over my body, squeezing breast, rubbing nipples, caressing my arse and cunt, he kisses my neck, his breathing is intense.

Slowly he bends his legs, cupping my arse in his hands he lifts me against the cubicle door, "Mark, close the door, please, what if someone finds us" he is oblivious to my cries, his powerful legs part mine and I am lifted up, his hands scoop my legs around his waist, he holds me by the backs of my thighs, his fingers pucker my arse. I feel the tip of his hot prick against my wet entrance. Instinctively I reach down and grasp the top of his cock, my own wetness splashes against my thumb, beads of cum suspended on the strands of my pussy hair. He thrusts and I guide him into me.

I am tense, clenching my thighs holding him off, he is huge, I am tight and tender. He lowers my slim body onto his cock and he steadily impales me. I feel myself stretched as his cock enters me, fills me.

It hurts. I feel my tight resistance, I push against his shoulders with my hands, wide eyed with pain and fear, but he lets me sink still further onto his cock. I feel his head, wider than his shaft, I feel myself closing over him, I feel the pull of the rubber, slowly demandingly forcing into me. Then he is in me, achingly his cock moves up inside. My arms stretch out flat against the cubicle wall as I search for support, for balance. I arch my body to accommodate Marks cock, I feel the taunt muscle of my thighs the openness between my legs my soaking penetrated cunt, my fluid easing his condom covered prick as he steals my virginity. He draws his cock out of me, I can feel the firm muscles in his legs beneath me as he supports me and the tilts his hips again, thrusting his cock back up inside, a muscular, athletic, powerful man he starts to rhythmically fuck me.

He makes powerful, animal thrusts, deep up into my snatch, he swears under his breath, bending his head he sucks a nipple into his mouth, I feel tingling sensations shoot out from my breast invading my clit and pussy. I tighten my cunt muscles as his cock withdraws, milking him,holding him within me. My hips begin to twist and thrust, I arch my back to meet each upward thrust, I push my tit closer to his mouth, he fucks me harder and harder, pounding my body into the wall. I can feel his length filling me, stretching me, touching me at the very top of my sex. With each thrust I become more desperate for his cock, each push of his hips is matched by my squirming thighs and dripping pussy.

"oh mark, mark, god I'm cumming, you're making me cum, please don't stop, don't stop. Fuck me mark, fuck me, fill me, yes yes yes god I'm cummming"

I throw back my head and abandon myself to my cum, jerking and shaking as the reflex of my climax jumps like daggers through my torso. I can't speak, I moan and writhe, pulling Mark to me, my hands clasped on his broad shoulders.

As my body relaxes, numb and exhausted from my climax Mark bends and pulls his cock from within me, I feel his absence, but I'm pleased he's stopped, my body is too tired. He lets me stand and stepping further into the cubicle he closes  the door. I bend instinctively to collect my clothes, standing, turning then bending again to recover my blouse. I feel wobbly, suddenly disconnected from him, I wanted him to cuddle me, now I just feel awkward and embarrassed.

He watches me intently, gazing at my long legs, my tight arse, my pale skin.

As I bend his hands are on my waist, he steps closer, I feel his cock against my arse.

"You have such a beautiful bum San" he murmurs, slapping me with his outstretched palm.

"Ow" I yelp.

He puts a hand on the small of my back, pushing my head further down, raising my arse higher in the air. Once again his fingers fill my cunt. I reach out grabbing the filthy toilet bowl for support.

"Mark, don't do this" I plead

"San, I' sorry but I have to cum, I have to cum inside you" his fingers are hard now, demanding, he stretches me and fucks me vigorously with his hand. Then his prick is one again at the entrance to my cunt. He pushes himself slowly in, I am tight and dry. He seems to like the added friction as his prick opens me forcefully. He grabs a hand full of hair and pulls up my head, keeping my back arched with his palm in the small of my back. My legs buckle and are supported by the cold hard edge of the porcelain bowl that I'm bent over.

He begins to thrust again, needy, deep, selfish strokes, he reaches down, grabbing my tit, squeezing my nipple, cupping my firm breast in his hand. He lets me lower my head as he release my hair to grasp my hips so he can fuck me harder and harder. I look down, at the toilet, my clothes, the filth. I see his legs, bent slightly to angle his cock into my cunt, I see the contrast of his powerful masculine legs,  dark with the sun and his wiry hair, against my slender pale, art student thighs. I feel cheap and used, but thrilled and turned on. I am disgusted but incredibly horny, I'm losing my virginity being fucked like a whore in a sewer. The erotic electricity passes once again through my body, I can't believe how cheap I am, how dirty, how pornographic. I reach down to my pussy, with my finger tips I brush against his hard cock, feel my tight pussy stretched by his broad cock, my wetness, his balls. I gently grasp my swollen clit between my thumb and finger and squeeze myself. Biting my lip I feel tears stinging in my eyes as another orgasm builds deep within me.

Marks strokes become longer and faster as my cunts wetness encourages him. He feels me respond and places his foot on the seat of the toilet to help him enter me deeper and harder, he is panting, I feel the rough denim of his trousers against my arse.

"shit san, you're making me cum" he moans

"Fuck me mark, fuck me, I want you to cum inside me, cum now mark"

His pace quickens, I can feel the spasm of his orgasm, the tightening of his muscles as he buries his cock deep inside me. One final deep thrust and I can sense his cock unloading his cum into the rubber of his condom, he pulls me onto his cock and I arch my back and tighten my cunt, milking his cum, as I desperately match him, trying to provoke my final orgasm, to find release again. I squirm on his cock, wanking my clit furiously, gently slapping my tight bud with my finger tips, pressing hard into the base of my clit, rubbing hard, my finger tips wet and glistening with cum and then at last I am there and I can cry out in time with Mark as we cum together in a  ultimate orgasm, bucking and fucking in unison.

He collapses against me breathless. Panting and feeble he backs away and props himself against the cubicle wall, I stand and turn to face him, pressing my girlish body against his hard masculine form.

"Jesus san, I never believed you were so keen, so horny" He whispers as he gasps for breath.

I gently close my fingers around his diminishing cock,

"stick around Mark, it will only get better" I smile, sensing the start of something beautiful.......