I [M] went from a virgin one week, to a dom being bitten, scratched, and begged for sex the next week [F] Final, Very Long

[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/slmt65/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/)

[Part 2]( https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/smedcz/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/)

[Part 3](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/smi0xi/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/?)

[Part 4](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/smxo7r/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/?)

[Part 5](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/snaton/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/)

[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/soubb7/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/)

[Part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/spe88d/i_m_went_from_a_virgin_one_week_to_a_dom_being/)

[Bonus Flash Forward Funny Story](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/so2lgw/my_fiance_found_the_one_girl_i_was_not_ok_with/)

 

I actually had to delete this the first time I posted it because something just didn’t feel right. Something was missing, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then I realized, I felt like I had to artificially make it special at the end to avoid anticlimax (pun… intended?).

 

But, that’s not only antithetical to my writing philosophy of authenticity, the fact is I can’t dress up this story like prose in a novel with defined character arcs etc. This was my first time having sex. Some of it was exceptional and some of it was amateurish. I believe, or at least I think, that that’s part of the appeal. We’ll see.

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I wish I could say I was dignified about it. But when Cat pulled my cock out and grabbed it fully in her hand for the first time, the first time another person had ever touched my dick, I almost [jumped out of my skin.](https://youtu.be/5VBriRtl_aM)

 

Alright, here it comes. I’m fine. My size is fine. 6 inches is slightly above average and I’m very content with my girth. Very.

 

So was Cat.

 

“Oooohhhh.” She said as she took it out. Then she touched it and my body literally involuntarily jumped up like I’d just been electrified. Cat was terrified for a split second then started fucking laughing.

 

“Holy shit.” I could barely breathe. I have no reasonable scientific explanation for my reaction. Just a totally new physical sensation on my most sensitive erogenous zone, on top of the hours, or days, of build up and anticipation.

 

Cat was giggling, it didn’t ruin the mood but it was a detour.

 

I was simultaneously floored and humiliated.

 

“Please, don’t laugh at me.” I said softly.

 

Cat, still smiling, trying to get herself under control held up a hand as if to say “gimme a sec” (she was experiencing a crazy chaotic and intense swirl of emotions too, we were both a little hysterical at this point).

 

“I’m sorry, hahahahaha.” She laughed. “I swear I’m *not* laughing *at you*.” She emphasized. “I’ve just… ***NEVER*** seen that happen before.” Giggles. Laughs. She had such a beautiful, cute laugh. “You almost JUMPED out of the bed XD”

 

I grinned too. This was insane. What the fuck was going on? Who was this person I’d become in the last few hours? Was I actually going insane?

 

Cat’s smile shifted, became more sly. The break in tension/shift in energy had sobered her a little bit so to speak, though it didn’t slow her down at all or change her plans. Instead the mischievousness and confidence was returning to her expression.

 

“If *THAT’S* how you reacted just from a *touch,* i wonder what you’ll do…”

 

She didn’t finish the thought out loud. She let the implication hang there in the air between us for several seconds. Then she looked at me with a wolf’s grin.

 

She pulled her shirt off and was finally completely naked.

 

“It’s not fair that you’re still dressed… I want to see all of you, all of your tattoos, when I…” she raked her nails from my chest all the way down to my pelvis. Then she did something I completely didn’t expect and shook me even further. She gave my cock a kiss. Like a sweet little kiss, more than a peck, less than putting it in her mouth. It was… soo fucking sensual and sweet and endearing and hot and sexy and cute. It was Literally all the things. “Claim this…” she purred.

 

I was trembling slightly. Literally trembling. The power she had over me was terrifying and exhilarating. I almost wanted to cry. I’ve *never* felt more vulnerable. Never felt more at the mercy of someone else’s whim. Which was… so bizarre considering that a minute ago the power had been totally 180ed. I was having whiplash, I was reaching my emotional/mental tolerance limit. I suddenly felt so tired. I almost told her to stop, that I couldn’t do it.

 

Then she grinned, leaned over, and ripped my fucking shirt open, sending buttons everywhere.

 

… I didn’t like that shirt that much anyway…

 

She pulled, no, really, more like yanked my jeans and boxers off. All the while wearing the same grin that made her look like she had something delicious devious and evil in mind.

 

“Oh baby,” she purred soothingly as she straddled me at last. “Feel me, feel my wetness, feel how much I want you…” she guided my cock to her entrance and played with it, running the tip up and down, just coating me with her juices. My cock was a fucking spear at that moment. I could probably kill someone with that thing right then.

 

I groaned, like, not in a cool way, in my mind anyway. I was on the verge of dissociating. Cat however must have been pleased by my reaction, because she was doing her best seductive, husky, Jessica Rabbit voice.

 

“Ohh? You like that baby? It must feel sooo good, the first time your cock has ever gotten the attention it deserves. And it’s all mine.”

 

She guided it into her, my head penetrated, and the beginning of the silky, warm, inviting wetness of her pussy was almost magnetically drawing me in.

 

“Are you ready baby?” She asked me. I couldn’t get the words out before she sank down onto me, fully engulfing me inside of her.

 

What struck me was how fucking *effortless* it was. I mean, I was coy earlier, but I’m not small, just not comically big. And she was *tight*. But my cocked *flowed* straight into her, so perfectly. Cat was drenched and slick with desire. I didn’t have a basis for comparison obviously, but I’d read more than enough to know lack of anticipatory wetness and/or lubricant makes sex hard sometimes. That was not an issue here.

 

Now, in this moment, it struck home like a ton of bricks: “I’m not wearing a fucking condom.”

 

I almost panicked. I hadn’t even considered it. Oh dear, what a complete and utterly impossible to solve moral quandary. This felt *fucking incredible*. How do I use words to describe the complete stimulation of my entire cock, an already extremely sensitive erogenous zone, designed by millions of years of evolution to provide enough pleasure to motivate the survival of the species?

 

I’ll deviate to a rare disclosure about what my drug addiction was like. I did almost everything under the sun that didn’t involve a needle in my arm or crack. But I did nearly everything else. I ate drugs. I once took a dose of MDMA so strong I walked around my old College campus (not the one this story takes place at) in only my shoes, boxers, a fedora, and sunglasses. At 3 AM. AND I SOMEHOW TALKED MY WAY OUT OF A CONFRONTATION WITH CAMPUS POLICE.

 

Cat’s pussy taking my virginity was a far better, more potent, more captivating feeling and experience. Not even close.

 

I’m pretty sure drugs are in the past for me, so if you want to tell me sex *combined* with drugs is where it’s at, I’m gonna have to take your word for it.

 

I watched my cock disappear into her. I couldn’t take my eyes away. Guys, it felt so fucking good. Cat had not been lying to me. If you know, you know.

 

But…

 

“C-Cat…”

 

“Mmmmmm?” She smiled as she began slowly rocking herself on me, starting off very gently to begin.

 

“I… I… ahhhhhh…” it was my turn to lose the power of speech. How did people ever leave the bedroom when this was an option? And they just *let* people do this? It’s not illegal?

 

“Baaabyyy… Ssshhhhhh…” she moaned, then tenderly reached over, stroked the side of my face in the gentlest gesture I’ve ever received, took both of my hands in hers, and placed my hands on her waist.

 

“Hold on tight baby. I want bruises.”

 

Oooohhh ***FUUUUUCK***

 

I was lost. Fuck it. How many guys get to fuck for the first time without a condom? I had no shits to give anymore about anything. If Cat wasn’t worried about it why the fuck should I be. That was stupid. But I’m still child free, so I guess it’s ok.

 

Little did I know getting filled with cum was like, maybe Cat’s biggest kink. Like, for the rest of our relationship we maybe used condoms 4 or 5 times, if that. It was a terrible idea and set a terrible precedent for whoever I end up with next.

 

So I squeezed and squeezed, I held her delicious slim waist like I was drowning at sea.

 

“Harder baby.” She moaned as she started lifting herself slowly up and down, up and down. Up. And down. I could have actually died, that wouldn’t have bothered me. Just. Don’t. Stop.

 

“Babbyyyy…” was all I could manage to say. My usual endless quips, banter, and witticisms failing me completely. I was squeezing her as hard as I dared, or could, but she was making my entire body weak, I could barely hold my arms up. And there was so much I wanted to touch.

 

As she pumped herself up and down, up and down, I couldn’t stop my hands from sliding up her waist, down to her hips, over her thighs, and back again.

 

Okay… I’ve described a lot of emotions and thoughts etc. But I feel like I’m doing a disservice and avoiding a compelling challenge if I don’t at least make one serious attempt at describing the physical sensation of what it’s like to have your cock inside a perfect, warm, wet pussy. Fuck, it’s difficult. It’s almost ethereal, like trying grab hold of fog or mist. Try describing what it feels like to be alive?

 

Okay, it’s soft, like surprisingly soft. Like a warm, moist soft pillow made out of lotion and coconut oil is compressing on all sides with the exact right amount of pressure and massaging you, coaxing you, swallowing you. You’re completely surrounded and enveloped by pillowy soft, wet warmth, that is squeezing you in exactly the right way, and massaging you back and forth with perfect tension and pace. Fuck. That’s the best I can do. It was embarrassing to try but artistic integrity demanded it.

 

I’ve seen actual geniuses painting new work in their studios. I’ve shaken hands with award winning authors. I’ve met brilliant psychiatrists and counselors to the terminally ill that had more wisdom in one finger than I could hope to ever accumulate in my entire life.

 

I’d toss all of them and the content they produce in the fucking trash to get what I was getting and see what I was seeing. This gorgeous, pale, creamy skinned girl… no… this woman… her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned over me, her pussy making euphoria seem like a juvenile word for wannabe poets who lack imagination. I was in love.

 

Wait… what?

 

Oh fuck. **Oh fuck.**

 

***OH FUCK.***

 

Did I just have that thought?

 

That was when Cat leaned down to kiss me and plunged her entire tongue as far down my throat as possible. While she essentially played with herself on my dick and we shared the sloppiest kiss I’d had to date I ran my hands all over her perfectly smooth back, spine, shoulders, all the way down to her ass.

 

Everything felt so good to touch, every part of her felt incredible. She milked my cock while her breasts pressed into my chest and her tongue drowned me, she tasted incredible. Her hair fell all around me, cascading down and almost covering our faces in a canopy of sorts, blocking any peripherals and giving me total tunnel vision just on her face. Her scent was everywhere, fresh, clean hair, her subtle baby powder clean feminine skin smell, almost all of my senses were being flooded.

 

What the fuck was I going to do now?

 

I don’t know about you but in the early 2010s I had a hard ass time trying to educate myself about sex. I tried my damndest though. It was easier to learn about foreplay and the psychology of buildup and anticipation than any actual nuts and bolts “how to physically not be terrible at sex” advice. I had picked up on one important thing though.

 

*Looks left. Looks right.*

 

Did you know a lot of women struggle to orgasm from just penetrative sex? Especially when only one sex position is used and thus they’re denied multiple angles of stimulation?

 

*Gasps and shocked horror from the crowd.*

 

I knew there was zero chance I’d last long enough to make changing positions do anything to help Cat cum. So I only had one alternative.

 

One of my favorite comedians is Ron White. He tells a story where he gives the sex talk to his son and it’s literally one sentence long:

“Son. The clitoris is as sensitive as an eyeball. That’s all I got.”

 

And that’s the end of that bit. But I took it
as actually fairly nuanced guidance.

 

And here’s the thing. Ego is a trap. But Cat and I would both come to find out, we were both incredibly egotistical about sex. We both would read articles about how orgasm isn’t the focus or the priority for some people during sex and we’d fucking *laugh*. (I was very young and a lot more judgmental than I am now. You do you.)

 

If I was going to cum, I wanted her to as well. I was taking her down with me.

 

While she was bent over kissing me I put my hands on her tits and steadily started pushing her back upright.

 

She looked a little confused until I said, “I didn’t say you could stop riding me.”

 

That got her excited and she kept going, and she finally started going faster.

 

Now, I had access. I very simply, very gently, brought my thumb (the same thumb she’d used the very first time she bit me) to the top of her pussy lips. I didn’t *know* exactly where her clit was yet. That was going to take a little more exploration on my part. But I knew how to run slow, soft circles around that general, clit adjacent area, and had decent confidence that it should help.

 

It was actually really hot, I essentially held my fingers and palm on her lower abdomen possessively like I’d been doing earlier, while my thumb did the gentle rubbing cycles.

 

Cat started making *very* high pitched crying noises, and I couldn’t have that. It’d be discourteous to my roommates. I had one more move left before oblivion was about to take me.

 

I had to hiss the words out because I was maybe 40 seconds from cumming a tidal wave, but managed to say, “Baby… I know… you’re a filthy… fucking… slut… but you have to… behave yourself….” I said this as I reached my free hand (the one not occupied with Cat’s clit) up to very gently hold her throat, just like I’d done when we’d first started this circus of fuckery.

 

Whether it was the extra stimulation from the rubbing, the dirty talk, the throat holding, or a combination, Cat cried and whimpered, she had to be close.

 

“Bite down baby.” I said as I offered the hand I’d had on her throat to her. She bit into the meaty part of the palm around the thumb with my thumb in her mouth. She was beautiful, stunning really. That vision is burned into my memory forever.

 

Something in all that made me lose *my* composure.

 

“Baby…”

 

I looked at her, we made eye contact, and I barely had time to warn her. “I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming.”

 

Cat bit harder into my hand and grabbed my forearm and wrist to pull my thumb and hand more tightly to her. She nodded quickly with my hand in her teeth. I- fucking- *exploded* inside of her.

 

There’s a French idiom that refers to orgasm as “the little death.” I fully understand why. I fell fucking slack, I lost the feeling in my arms and couldn’t hold them up anymore. I think I got light headed. Thank god I was already lying on my back. I’m one of those people that remembers and ranks their orgasms. That is still top 5. And not just because of ceremonial nostalgia.

 

I don’t know what we’d have done or how different our perception would be if Cat hadn’t been right behind me. She squealed but it was muffled *enough*, but I couldn’t help but wish I could hear it unspoiled. One day I would. A muffled (or gagged) cry of pleasure has it’s own unique appeal too though. I could feel her legs on either side of my waist shaking. I’ve always adored and been fascinated by how that happened to her when she orgasmed. I think that’s at least partly where the term “shuddering orgasm” comes from. I mean, her legs fucking *quaked.*

 

She did not fall on top of me. She’d come forward and put her hands on the bed on either side of me and just remained still, breathing. I was going to ask if she was okay but then, and I’ll never forget this, she sat back upright, and with no fanfare, very businesslike almost, lifted one leg off me, I slid out of her, and she moved herself off of me, and off the bed.

 

For a moment I thought she was leaving. I felt the despair in my stomach about to well up. But then her smile was in my face as she leaned over me.

 

“Not bad, for a fucking loser.” She grinned, kissed me, sweetly but not too deeply, and then bit my nose.

 

**There will be one, very brief, epilogue. I couldn’t quite make it there all at once. But then this initial series will be done. Thanks to you all. I hope you enjoyed.**

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