I walked down the hall from the party and into the bathroom.  I froze.  My heart pounded in my chest as fear gripped me.  I could not move.  It was as though some invisible force had wrapped itself around me.  I just stood there, taking in the sight of Tom, my friend Cindy's brother, hunched over the bathroom counter with his jeans down around his ankles.  He held open a magazine with one hand while his other hand was grasping what looked like a flesh-colored dildo.  I looked at him, confused as to what I was seeing.

He looked over at me and smiled.  "Shut the door," he said as he tossed the magazine onto the floor.

My mind began to thaw as I realized what I thought was a dildo was not a dildo at all but a large, erect penis with balls.

Tom motioned to me. "Chelsea, shut the door," he said again as I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

I didn't know whether to scream, turn and run, or do as he said.  My mind said run, but for some reason, I just shut the door.

I had never seen a real live erect penis before.  Sure, I had seen erect penises online, but never up close and personal.  Most of my friends, including Cindy, had already slept with several guys, but I was what most would call a late bloomer.

As a college freshman, I was still a virgin and was not really that into guys or dating.  I was shy and reserved by anyone's standards.  I mean, I had dated and let guys feel me up.  I even let a couple of guys finger me, but I had never touched them.

As I stood there and looked at Tom holding his stiff penis, something stirred in me; something rocked me to my core.  An energy surged through me like a torrent, and I immediately felt myself grow wet.  So wet, so fast, it was as though I had peed my pants.

Yes, I closed the door.  With no further thought, I locked it.  I stood staring.

"Come here," Tom said as he moved his hand up and down his penis.  "Come on, it's ok," he said as he motioned me over with his other hand.  "Good girl, now come here.  You know you want to, so come on."

My heart felt as though it would explode as I stepped toward Tom.  He turned toward me and removed his hand from his erection.  I was enthralled as his massive penis stood up and pointed toward me.  As big around as my wrist with a mushroom-shaped head, it bobbed up and down as he stood there.

"Have you ever seen a cock before?" Tom asked as he grabbed himself again while gently reaching out and stroking the side of my head, pulling a bit of hair back from my face.

"Sure, of course," was all I could muster as my mouth was so dry I could barely speak.

"Touch it; it's ok," Tom said as he continued to stroke my hair.

Fear began to well up in my throat.  I was terrified, but at the same time curious, as he reached behind my head and pulled me closer to him.  I wanted to pull away, but something deep inside me pushed me closer.

"Come on, Chelsea, it is ok; you know you want to touch me."

I moved closer.  I could not resist.  I couldn't.  I was under Tom's spell.  A magic spell that made me want to touch him.

I'd had a secret crush on Tom, but he was Cindy's older brother and not something I would act on.  He was just a fantasy, not much different from a movie star like Brad Pitt.

I would lie in bed nearly every night and masturbate at the thought of Tom fucking me.

Whenever I visited Cindy and Tom was there, I would purposely leave the bathroom door unlocked in hopes that he would walk in on me while I was peeing or lying in the bathtub naked.

Now, here I was, home from college in Cindy's bathroom with him.  The same bathroom that provided so many tantalizing fantasies.  This was not a fantasy.  This was real, and it was getting more real by the minute.

Tom slid his hand down my hair as I stared at his flesh.  I could feel his warm hand on my neck as it slowly moved down my chest and rested on my right breast.

Electricity coursed through me as I could feel my nipple harden to his touch.  I looked up into his hungry eyes.  He looked down and began to move his hand across my breasts.

Then, before I knew it, his hand was beneath my T-shirt as I closed my eyes and drank in the moment.

I could not believe what was happening as my knees began to grow weak.  The warmth of Tom's hand, feeling my naked breasts, was almost more than I could bear.

"Touch my cock, Chelsea; I want you to touch me.  I know you want to, so go ahead, touch my cock."

I felt Tom's hand on mine as desire poured through me.  I wanted to touch him.  I wanted to feel his real live cock.  But I could not bring myself to take hold of his flesh.

I kept my eyes closed and tried as best as I could to resist, but I felt my resolve weaken as he guided my hand away from my side.  I gasped as he wrapped my hand around his cock.  I could feel it throb.  It was hot.  It was smooth.  It was hard, very hard, and it was big.  It was much larger in real life than I had fantasized about.

"Stroke me, Chelsea."

I could barely hear his words as I began to move my hand up and down his cock.  My fingers were only able to reach halfway around.

 "That's it, oh yeah, that's nice," he whispered. 

I moved my hand down and discovered his balls.  He had shaved them smooth.  They felt like two large peaches as I squeezed. 

"Whoa, gentle now, not too hard," Tom moaned. 

I moved my hand back up his swollen shaft.

I could not believe what I was doing.  It felt wrong and bad, but at the same time, it felt right, so perfect.  I felt powerful, so alive, so turned on.  More turned on than I had ever been in my life.

Like any normal girl, I had masturbated hundreds of times.  I can't count the times I would lie in bed and spread my legs, sometimes on my back, sometimes on my knees, as I sucked on my large silicone dildo while fingering myself.  I even had a name for my dildo, Dillon. 

After taking Dillion's sixteen inches as far into my throat as I could without gagging, I would slowly pull him out and slide him as deep as I could into my wet virgin pussy and fuck myself silly until I came.  Then, I'd pull him out of my sated pussy and slide him deep into my throat again, lick him clean, and hide him safely away in my underwear drawer until the next time I needed a good fucking. 

After sucking and fucking Dillon, I was no stranger to what orgasmic pleasure was.  Indeed, no stranger to deep-throating a large hard cock.  Even if it was just silicone.

But Dillon was not Tom, and Dillon was nothing compared to what was happening to me.

"Take off your shirt, Chelsea."

I was not going to argue.  I was helpless to Tom's demands.

Before I knew it, I had pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.  Tom's strong, warm hand immediately found my soft flesh once again. 

Electricity surged through me as he felt me up and began to kiss me.  His kiss was sweet and warm and wet as I opened my mouth to take in his tongue.  I had never been kissed like this before.  Such passion.  Such desire.  I began to suck his tongue as he pulled me to him. 

Tom's hard, warm erection pressed against my belly.  I could feel his cock twitch as he continued to kiss me and feel me up. 

He kissed me gently down my neck until his mouth found my nipple.  I grew weak as he kissed, licked, and sucked on my swollen breasts while rubbing my wetness through the thick fabric of my jeans.  I wondered if he could tell that I was soaking wet and swollen.

Tom kissed his way back up to my mouth.  Once again, I sucked his tongue as deep into my mouth as I could.  His hand moved down to mine and placed it once again on his cock pressing between us. 

I still had not opened my eyes as I could feel his hands reach around and grab my ass through my jeans, pulling me closer to him.

Taking his mouth from mine, Tom whispered, "I want you to suck my cock, Chelsea.  Get down on your knees and take my cock in your mouth." 

My heart skipped a beat as I heard his words, but I didn't want to resist.

I wanted to surrender to him, to do whatever he demanded of me: anything and everything.  I got down on my knees before him and grasped his hard, warm flesh with both hands, and began to lick him like an ice cream cone. 

Slowly, I began to take him in my mouth.  Unlike Dillon, his cock was real, warm, smooth and throbbing.  It was as though his cock was a living beast, and I was giving life to it by sucking on it.  The deeper I took it into my mouth, the harder it got and the more it twitched.  Tom's hands pulled my head toward him as I took his massive cock all the way into my throat as I cupped his swollen balls.

"Oh yeah, that's it, yeah, oh, wow, I'm going to cum if you keep that up," Tom moaned as I sucked harder.

I put my hands on his ass.  I pulled him to me as I got completely lost in the moment.  I had never felt such passion. 

"Oh God, stop, stop, Chelsea; I'm going to cum if you don't stop."

I pulled my mouth from Tom as his cock slid back out of my throat.  I could feel warm liquid shoot into my mouth.  It was slippery and sweet.  I looked up at him as I swallowed and smiled. 

"Fuck Chelsea, sorry, I came a little bit.  Wow.  Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?" Tom asked as he caught his breath, looking down at me.

"Dillon," I said, smiling as I licked a few drops of cum from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Who the fuck is Dillon?"

"A friend," I replied with an overwhelming desire to take his twitching cock back into my mouth and suck him dry of his warm sweet cum.

I opened my mouth and pulled his cock closer.

Tom grasped my hands, "No, not your mouth.  Let me fuck you instead, Chelsea. Will you let me?" he said as he looked down at me.

"Yes, oh yes, please.  I want you to," I replied as he released his hold on my hands so I could take his cock once again into my mouth.

"Ok then, take off your jeans," Tom said as he slid his cock all the way down my throat until his balls were against my chin.

It was as though I had no mind of my own.  I just wanted to please Tom, to pleasure him. 

"Oh God, no, no, no, not again, sorry," Tom moaned as he pulled his cock from my mouth after shooting another stream of hot sweet cum in my mouth. 

I swallowed as much cum as I could, but some of it ran down my chin as Tom helped me to my feet.  He took his finger and wiped his cum from my chin, put his finger to my lips to let me lick it clean.  He then kissed me deeply as I unbuttoned my jeans, stepped back from him, and pulled them, as well as my soaking wet panties, off.  I realized I was completely naked.

Tom looked me up and down. "Holy shit, you are so hot; I am so going to fuck you, Chelsea, the way I have always wanted to fuck you."

I was aching; I was so fucking horny.  Tom wanted to fuck me, and I wanted him to.  

It felt so good to be so bad.  All my years of denial fell away as Tom lifted me up and sat me on the countertop.  He pulled my legs apart and stepped between my knees; his rigid cock was pressing into my belly as he once again began to feel my breasts and kiss me. 

Tom's fingers found their way down to my pussy and began to work their magic on me by parting my wet, swollen lips and gently fingering me as I once again stroked his penis.

He grabbed my ass and slid me closer to the edge of the counter, and before I knew it, he was on his knees, and he was licking, kissing, and sucking my virgin pussy.  His tongue went in and out of me like a small wet cock.  I had never felt anything so heavenly as his tongue toyed with my clit.  I had to grab his head and pull him away as I nearly passed out from the intensity of his attention.

In less than fifteen minutes, for the first time in my life, I had stripped naked, stroked and sucked a guy's cock, let him cum in my mouth, go down on me, and was about to let him fuck me and take my virginity.

I was confused.  My prudish demeanor told me to get dressed and get the hell out of there.  But it felt so damned good just to let go and ride the wave of sexual desire.  A desire so strong that I could not resist Tom.

 I wanted him.  I wanted him inside me.  I wanted him to fuck me.

Tom gave my pussy one last kiss and stood up until his cock pointed directly at my wet, swollen center. 

He opened a small package with his teeth and pulled a condom from it.

"Put this on me," Tom said as he handed the condom to me, then slid his hand down to gently finger fuck me.

I tried putting the condom on him, but I was having trouble.  He took it out of my hand and turned it over before handing it back to me.  I kissed him as it slid easily down his shaft.

He reached down and took hold of his cock.  I looked down, eyes wide open as I watched and felt him rub the tip of his cock up and down my juicy slit.  I could barely breathe.  I felt the warm rubber-encased flesh sliding up and down my opening as his fingers gently parted my lips, opening me wider.  My slick pink flesh invited him inside.

"Do you want me to put it in you?  Do you?  Tell me how much you want me inside you, Chelsea.  Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

I glanced up and met Tom's gaze.

"Talk to me, Chelsea; tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

Before I knew it, I was speaking as I took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip of his cock against my swollen clit.  "I want you to fuck me."

Tom grabbed my legs from behind my knees and pulled against me, being careful to keep from sliding his cock inside me.  He was driving me wild. 

"That's not very convincing, Chelsea.  How bad do you want me to fuck you?" Tom whispered as I reached down, took hold of his cock, and placed the tip against my opening. 

"You tell me.  How bad do you want to fuck me?" I asked as I tried to pull his cock into my aching pussy.

"I want to fuck you so bad, I can taste it," Tom said as he looked down at his cock pressing against my opening.

"Please fuck me, please; I have always wanted you to fuck me," I whispered as the head of his cock pressed harder against my opening.

I wanted his cock inside me.  I needed his cock inside me.

I needed him to fuck me, to slide his cock deep into my body. 

As I closed my eyes, I could feel his cock begin to slowly slide inside me. 

"Fuck me, please.  Please fuck me,"  I whispered as his hard beautiful cock finally slid effortlessly deep into me. 

I gasped as he filled me completely.

"Oh my God, oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me," I moaned as he began to move in and out of me.  I had never felt anything so wonderful, so delicious, so pleasurable.

I opened my eyes and watched in awe as Tom's cock, slick with my juices, slipped all the way out until the tip was just pressing against my pink opening, then plunged all the way back inside me until his balls were pressed against my ass.

"Does that feel good?" he asked as he began to move in and out more rapidly.

 I felt my juices drip down my ass as he continued to talk to me.

"Well, how does it feel?  Come on, Chelsea, tell me how it feels to have my cock inside you."

I could barely speak.  My whole body was alive with the sensation of fucking for the first time.

"Oh my God, it feels so good.  I love having your cock inside me.  I love having you fuck me.  I've always wanted to be fucked by you," I whispered as Tom continued to pound into me.

I was on fire; never had I felt such pleasure, never had I ever felt so sexually alive.   I could not think of anything but the feeling of Tom's cock going in and out of me.   I was being a very naughty girl fucking my friend's older brother, and I was loving every minute of it.

Tom's cock was so warm and hard as he drove deep into my body, his balls slapping against my ass.  I felt like a total whore as Tom's tongue slid into my mouth in a deep kiss as he fucked me faster.

For the first time in my life, I realized I love fucking.  At that moment, as Tom was fucking me, I wanted to be a slut; I wanted to be bad, be used.  I didn't want to be a virgin anymore.  I wanted to go out, to be free of all my past inhibitions.  I wanted to fuck anyone I desired.   If there had been a dozen guys in that bathroom,  I would have sucked all their cocks, then let every single one of them fuck me until I was dripping wet with their cum.

Tom pulled his mouth from mine as his hands once again found my breasts.  I could not help but yell out as I began to feel myself start to cum.  "Oh yes, yes, fuck me, Tom, fuck me the way you have always wanted to.  Fuck me like the slut I am."

I don't remember much after that, as I came in a mind-exploding climax while Tom threw his head back as though he was in agony.  "Yes, oh fuck, fuck, oh God, wow, holy shit Chelsea." Tom held me tight against him as he shot his last stream of cum.   Our breathing slowed as my mind came back into the bathroom.

Tom moaned as he slid from inside me and held me to keep me from falling off the counter.  I watched as he slid the cum filled condom off his cock and dropped it in the toilet.

I wondered how it would have felt if I had let him fuck me without a condom and just let him cum inside me.  Would I be able to feel his cum shoot into me?  For a moment, I got lost in fantasizing about his cum dripping down my legs.

 "Wow, I had no idea you were so fucking sexy. Maybe we could hook up again sometime,"  Tom said as he pulled up his jeans then kissed me.  "Wow, that was amazing.  Thanks for being such a sweetie, Chelsea."

Tom turned, unlocked the bathroom door, smiled, and quietly walked out.  I slid off the counter, cleaned myself up, got dressed, and walked out a few minutes later behind him. I stepped into the hall and closed the bathroom door behind me. 

Before I could make my way back to the party, Cindy stopped me, placed her hand on my chest, and smiled.  "So you love to fuck, do you?  My brother?  Seriously?  You are such a little slut, Chelsea.  Welcome to my world, girlfriend!"

Now, years later, I look back on that bathroom encounter with Tom with gratitude.  He awakened the hidden sexual desire that lay dormant inside me.

To this day, I love having sex on a bathroom counter while attending a party.  It makes me wet just thinking about it.

So, am I a slut?  If loving to fuck makes me a slut, then yes, I am most definitely a slut.  I make no apologies; it is a beautiful thing.  And yes, Dillon is still with me, and every so often, I bring him out and let my husband, and perhaps a friend or two, watch me fuck myself silly with him before letting them fuck me.  After all, I am a slut, and I do like to fuck.