First Time

After a moment, the man began to move again, more tentatively this time. Brianna's mouth was still open, but she was able to regulate her breathing, making it sound like she was still asleep. The man continued to thrust into her mouth, his breathing getting heavier and more ragged. Brianna's mind was a blur of sensations, the taste of him, the weight of him in her mouth, the sound of his breathing.

But suddenly, the man pulled away, his dick slick with saliva and precum. He was breathing hard, his eyes darting around the room, checking to make sure no one had come in. Brianna lay there, her mouth still open, her body trembling with arousal and fear. She couldn't believe how close she had come to being caught.

The man hovered above Brianna, his gaze burning into hers. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with regret. "I shouldn't be doing this. You're not conscious, and I'm taking advantage of you."

Brianna remained unresponsive, her eyes closed tightly shut. She was too far gone in her own arousal to care about the man's apology. Her breaths came in short gasps, her body tensed with anticipation.

As the man slowly pushed inside her, Brianna's body tensed up in anticipation. She could feel the intense pressure building within her core, as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth. Every inch of him that entered her felt like it was tearing her apart, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.

Brianna tried to stay still, tried to remain as limp as possible, but her body betrayed her. She couldn't help the involuntary gasps and moans that escaped her lips, as the man buried himself deeper and deeper inside her. Her body trembled and shook, as she struggled to hold back the intense sensations that were threatening to overwhelm her.

The man could feel Brianna's body trembling beneath him, and he paused, his eyes searching hers for any sign that she was awake. But Brianna's eyes remained shut, and she remained perfectly still, willing herself to stay in the moment and not let the man know that she was awake.

As the man began to move inside her, Brianna's world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensations. Every thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body, making her toes curl and her head spin. She could feel the heat building within her, threatening to consume her entirely.

Brianna bit down hard on her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her throat. Her body arched up off the bed, as the man picked up speed, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent.

Despite her fear and uncertainty, Brianna was lost in the moment. She could feel the man's hot breath against her neck, his body pressed against hers, as he pounded into her again and again. She wanted to scream out in pleasure, to let him know that she was awake and that she wanted more.

But still, she remained silent, struggling to hold on as the man drove her towards the brink of ecstasy. The man continued to thrust into her, his movements becoming more frantic and his breaths ragged. Brianna lay there, still pretending to be asleep, but inside her head, she was struggling to keep still. Her body was on fire, and every time he pushed into her, it felt like an explosion of pleasure. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her in a way she had never felt before. Her legs were spread wide open, and she could feel his hands on her ass, gripping and pulling her towards him.

He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as he continued to move inside her. She moaned into his mouth, unable to control the sounds that were escaping from her. He moved his lips down to her neck, nibbling and sucking on her skin, leaving a trail of marks. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Brianna was struggling to keep her breathing even. She was afraid that if she moved too much or made too much noise, he would realize that she was awake.

The man showed no signs of stopping. His movements were becoming harder and faster, and Brianna could feel the pressure building inside her. She wanted to move, to respond to him, but she was afraid of what would happen if he found out she was awake. As he continued to thrust into her, she felt like she was on the edge of something incredible, and she knew that she was close to climaxing. The man's hands continue to grip Brianna's ass and chest tightly, pulling her closer to him with each thrust. She feels every inch of him inside of her, stretching her in ways she never thought possible. The pressure is almost unbearable, but at the same time, it sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Brianna can feel his hot breath on her neck and her nipples as he kisses and sucks on them. She can't help but moan softly in pleasure, even as she tries to keep up the pretense of being asleep. His mouth leaves a trail of hickies and love bites all over her neck and lips, marking her as his.

Their hips slap together rhythmically, the sound mixing with the music from the party downstairs. Brianna can feel the heat building inside of her, her body responding to his every touch and movement. She tries to hold back, to stay still and silent, but it's becoming increasingly difficult.

Just as she feels herself getting close to the edge, the man puts a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Fear and anxiety mix with the intense pleasure, making Brianna's heart race even faster. She can feel his teeth grazing her earlobe as he drives into her particularly hard, and she can't hold back any longer. She explodes in an explosive climax, barely managing to stay still as waves of pleasure wash over her. She can feel every inch of the man inside of her, the stretch and the pull of him as he thrusts, the heat and hardness of him filling her up completely.

Her body convulses and spasms, her breath catching in her throat as she tries to stay quiet. The pleasure is so intense that she feels like she's going to break apart, like she's been taken over by some force beyond her control. And yet, even as she rides the waves of her orgasm, she remains still and limp, pretending to be asleep, afraid of what might happen if the man realizes she's awake.

The man, for his part, can feel her contracting around him, her inner muscles clenching and releasing in rhythmic waves. He's afraid that she's woken up, that she'll push him away or scream or call for help. But when he looks down at her, her eyes are still closed, her body still limp and unresistant. And so he continues to thrust, more urgently now, his own pleasure building as he feels her come undone around him. As the man pulls out, Brianna feels a mix of relief and disappointment. Relief that the intense pressure is gone, but disappointment that the pleasure has ended. She can feel the cool air against her damp skin as the man adjusts himself on the bed. She keeps her breathing slow and even, pretending to be lost in a deep sleep, but in reality, she is hyper aware of the man's every movement.

Brianna feels his eyes on her, scanning her body for any signs of life. She wants to scream out that she's awake, that she knows what he's doing, but she can't bring herself to break character. She feels the weight of his hand on her thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin. She can feel the heat of his gaze on her, but she refuses to open her eyes and look at him.

The man leans in close to her face, and Brianna can feel his warm breath against her cheek. She can smell the alcohol on his breath, mixed with the sweet scent of her arousal. He whispers her name, testing to see if she'll respond, but Brianna remains still, her heart racing in her chest.

He checks to see if she is still breathing, and Brianna holds her breath, afraid that he'll discover her ruse. Finally, he seems satisfied that she is still asleep, and she feels him shift on the bed again, moving away from her. Brianna lets out a silent sigh of relief, but at the same time, she feels a sense of loss. She wants him to come back to her, to finish what he started, but at the same time, she's afraid of what might happen if he does.

The man's hands glide over Brianna's smooth skin, shifting her body into position. She can feel the cool air hit her exposed wetness as he spreads her legs and lifts her ass up. Her heart races as she tries to control her breathing, still pretending to be asleep. The position makes her feel vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time, the thrill of the unknown heightens her senses. She can feel his hot breath on the back of her neck as he adjusts her head and arms, making sure she's comfortable.

Brianna can feel the cool air against her exposed skin, goosebumps breaking out across her body. She can hear his heavy breathing as he positions himself behind her, his hands roaming over her body. Suddenly, she feels his fingers on her inner thigh, sliding up and down, teasingly close to her dripping wet core.

She moans softly, unable to control herself as his fingers begin to explore her. First, he slips one finger inside of her, testing the waters. Brianna feels the stretch and the sensation of being filled, and she can't help but arch her back, pushing back against his hand. Then he adds another finger, then a third, the stretch and pressure growing more intense.

Brianna gasps and moans, her body shuddering with pleasure as he curls his fingers inside of her, hitting just the right spot. She can feel the pressure building inside of her, her muscles tightening and clenching around his fingers. The man leans down and kisses her back, his free hand rubbing her ass as he works her towards another climax.

She can feel the tension building in her body, the pleasure almost too much to bear. She knows she's close, so close, but she can't let him know that she's awake. She grits her teeth and holds back a scream as she comes again, her body shaking with the force of it.

The man pauses, unsure if she has woken up, and Brianna holds her breath, trying to control her ragged breathing. But he resumes his ministrations, now using four fingers to spread her wider and deeper than before. Brianna is lost in sensation, moaning and whimpering as he touches her in ways she never knew were possible.

Finally, after what feels like hours, the man pulls his hand away, leaving Brianna aching and empty. She is left lying there, panting and trembling with pleasure, her body tingling from head to toe. But soon he was behind her, his hard cock slapping against her ass, and she gasped as he dragged the tip of his dick up and down through her wet folds. She felt him teasing her, circling her entrance with the head of his cock before pressing against her, and then pulling back. Brianna's body trembled with anticipation, feeling his hot breath on her back and his hands on her hips, guiding her into position.

As the man continues to tease Brianna's wet folds, he leans over her and whispers nervously, "I know you're asleep, but...I just need to do this. I can't help myself."

Brianna's heart races with a mix of fear and excitement as she feels him sink into her from behind. She can feel every inch of him as he thrusts deeper and deeper, his hands firmly gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him.

He spanks her and she jerks in surprise, but she manages to remain still and keep up the pretense of being asleep. The man pauses, holding his breath, waiting to see if she has woken up. When he realizes that she hasn't, he relaxes and starts to spank her again, harder this time.

As he continues to thrust and spank her, Brianna can't help but moan softly, the pleasure and the vulnerability of the situation overwhelming her. She feels so exposed, so vulnerable, but at the same time, she can't deny the intense pleasure she's feeling.

The man is fully into it now, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "Oh god, you feel so good," he moans, his hands tightening on her hips. "I can't hold back much longer."

Brianna's heart races at his words, knowing that he's close to coming. She can feel him getting even harder inside of her, and he starts to groan and gasp.

As the man gets closer to climax, his thrusts become more frenzied, almost desperate. Each time he drives into Brianna, her limp upper body slides forward, her hips sinking towards the bed under the force of his movements. He follows her down, his hard shaft relentlessly pounding into her, pressing her into the bed with each thrust.

Brianna can feel the weight of his body on top of her, his hot breath on the back of her neck as he buries his face there, lost in the pleasure of the moment. She can feel his hips slapping against her ass, his balls slapping against her wet folds with each thrust. She feels vulnerable and exposed, but the sensation of him deep inside her, driving her towards another climax, is too intense to resist.

The man's movements become more erratic, his moans growing louder and more urgent. He is past the point of caring if she is awake or asleep anymore, lost in the throes of pleasure. His hands grip her hips tightly, holding her in place as he relentlessly drives into her. As the man thrusts harder and harder, Brianna's body begins to shake and tremble beneath him. She feels a building pressure deep inside her, as though she is about to burst. She gasps and moans, unable to control the sounds coming from her throat, and her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her.

Suddenly, the man lets out a low growl, and Brianna feels his body tense up against her back. He shudders and thrusts into her hard one last time, and she feels a hot, sticky liquid fill her from within. At first, she doesn't understand what's happening, but then she realizes with a shock that he's cumming inside her.

Brianna's mind is a blur of sensations - the weight of the man on top of her, the warmth of his cum filling her, the sound of his breathing in her ear. She feels a sense of triumph and fear mingled together, knowing that he has taken her virginity in every possible way and that she is forever changed.

The man collapses on top of her, his breaths ragged and heavy. They both lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, before he finally rolls off of her and onto his back. Brianna remains lying face down on the bed, still pretending to be asleep, but her mind is racing with confusion and desire.

Brianna lies there for a moment, feeling the cum dripping out of her and onto the bed sheets. She feels sore all over, especially between her legs. Her mind is racing with a maelstrom of emotions - fear, guilt, and shame, mixed with a strange feeling of pleasure.

The man lies there next to her for a moment, catching his breath. "Sorry," he whispers to her, thinking that she is still asleep. "I didn't mean to get so rough."

Brianna panics internally, wondering if there's a possibility that she could be pregnant from this encounter. She can't believe that she was so stupid to let this happen, and she feels like she's trapped in a nightmare.

Meanwhile, the party continues to rage downstairs, the music and laughter getting louder and louder. Brianna can hear people shouting and cheering from the open window, and it only adds to her sense of disorientation and confusion.

She knows that she needs to get out of there, to leave this room and this man behind. But for now, she stays still, pretending to be asleep, hoping that the man will eventually leave and she can slip away unnoticed. The man continues to apologize, running his hands all over Brianna's sweaty body as she lies there pretending to be asleep. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that to you," he says, his voice full of remorse.

But Brianna remains motionless, her mind racing with thoughts of what just happened. She feels sore and aching all over, especially between her legs where the man had ravaged her. She knows she should be angry, but all she feels is confusion and a strange sense of longing.

The man rolls her back over onto her back, his hands sliding up and down her sides as he continues to apologize. Brianna can feel his hands trembling as they move over her body, and she wonders if he's feeling guilty or just nervous.

As his hands reach her breasts, he pauses for a moment, tracing his fingers over her nipples. Brianna can feel her body responding to his touch, even though she knows she shouldn't be enjoying this.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be touching you like this," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. Brianna's mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She feels violated and used, yet a part of her can't deny the pleasure she felt during the act. She tries to push those thoughts away and focus on the present moment.

The man's hands move from her breasts to her stomach, then down to her thighs, gently caressing her skin. Brianna's heart races as she worries about what he might do next. But he doesn't do anything more, just continues to stroke her skin, almost tenderly. He runs his fingers lightly over her lips, feeling the softness of them against his fingertips.

For a moment, he hesitates, wondering if he should kiss her. But then he remembers that she is supposed to be asleep, and he pulls his hand away, feeling guilty once again.

But he can't help himself. His hand drifts back to her face, and he runs his thumb over her lower lip, tracing its fullness. Brianna's heart races as she feels his touch, but she remains still, pretending to be asleep. As he continues to caress her lips, he becomes more and more fixated on them. He slowly reaches down and takes hold of Brianna's head, pulling it to the side of the bed so that her face is turned towards him. He leans in close and studies her face, tracing the outline of her lips with his finger.

Brianna's heart begins to race as she feels the man's warm breath on her face. She wonders what he is thinking, and if he will try to kiss her. She remains still, her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

The man continues to stroke her lips with his finger, running it along the contours of her mouth. Brianna can feel her body responding to his touch, despite her fear and apprehension. She tries to push the feeling away, but it is too strong.

Suddenly, the man leans in and presses his lips to Brianna's, kissing her deeply. Brianna's eyes fly open in shock, but he holds her head in place with one hand and continues to kiss her.

As the man's tongue probes her mouth, Brianna can feel herself getting lost in the sensation. She hates herself for enjoying it, but at the same time she can't deny the pleasure that is coursing through her body. After a few moments of silence, the man pulls away and looks down at Brianna. His face is flushed with desire and regret. "I'm sorry," he says again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't help myself."

Brianna remains still, pretending to be asleep, not sure what to do next. She feels the man's warm breath on her face as he leans in to kiss her again. This time, his hand moves down to her chin, tilting her head to the side of the bed.

Suddenly, Brianna feels the tip of the man's shaft against her mouth. She panics, her heart racing as she tries to figure out what to do. She keeps her lips tightly shut, hoping he will give up and leave her alone. The man takes his time, slowly sliding his length back and forth against Brianna's pouty lips, almost teasing her. Brianna tries to keep her mouth shut, but her own saliva starts to pool in her mouth, and she can't help but feel a desperate hunger for his touch.

"I shouldn't be doing this," the man whispers to himself, his voice strained with desire. But despite his words, he doesn't stop. He presses the tip of his shaft against her mouth, and Brianna's lips part ever so slightly, allowing him to slide inside.

He groans as he enters her, and Brianna can feel his hands running through her hair, holding her in place. She tries to stay still, to keep pretending to be asleep, but the sensations are overwhelming. The man's length is thick and hard, and Brianna can feel it pulsing in her mouth.