Christy's Transformation Ch. 01

Christy's little virgin pussy got pounded unrecognizable that night. She couldn't believe she had let Aaron do it. As he still lay in the other room, spent, probably wiping her juice off of his dick with a tissue, she squatted over her toilet and pushed her groin muscles, trying to force his semen out. A few drops fell out and splashed lightly in the water. Why had she let him? She had always been a good Christian girl. She had been saving herself for her husband. Was it because of the inevitable looming breakup? How did that make sense? Shouldn't that have made her less likely to give him her virginity? She sat on the toilet and spread her legs, bending her head over to look at her sore hole. Her pussy lips were bright red, and her vagina itself was still gaping open a little bit. A milky little trickle seeped out.

When she had timidly whispered in his ear that he could have her, she had surprised even herself by saying it. She hadn't even been planning to. But he took the initiative and plunged right in, and then there was no turning back. He had lain on top of her and spread her bare, flexible legs as wide as they would go, rutting into her crotch with his full weight behind every thrust. He had completely broken her in. The whole time she was terrified that her parents would hear the mattress squeaking in their room downstairs and come bursting in to their daughter being defiled. Her room didn't even have a lock on it. But they never did.

She must have thought that somehow giving herself to him would save their relationship. He was her first real love, even though she knew that at only nineteen it was a dumb thing to take so seriously. There would have been someone else. But still, she couldn't think of it that way. She had really thought they were going to get married, at least up until a week ago when things had suddenly started to fall apart. She must have thought that this desperate act would change his mind. Now, as the heat of the moment was faded away and she was crouched over a toilet, trying to squeeze the sperm out and ignore the throbbing pain in her formerly pristine pussy, she realized how dumb the attempt was. Aaron wasn't going to stay with her. He was still going to leave, but now he was going to take her virginity with him.

She went back into her bedroom, which was adjoined to her bathroom. Aaron had put his boxers back on. He was lying there doing something on his phone. She curled up next to him, her petite form still totally nude, and her long wavy auburn-blonde hair covering her small breasts. She ran her fingers over his bare chest. She kissed him, and he returned it, but he never really broke his concentration from his phone.

"I love you," she whispered.

He broke his gaze from his phone then, and looked at her. She thought that his eyes perhaps had at least a little sadness in them. He pulled a strange line to his mouth, something between a smirk and a grimace.

"Don't say that."

It was the first time he had ever not said it back to her. She knew then that he had moved on in his heart for a certainty. She buried her face in his shoulder, and started to sob silently, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. Soon, in spite of herself, she was kissing him on the lips again, with increasing passion, even through the tears. Sucking his lower lip, hard. Forcing her tongue in his mouth, then receiving his. She still loved him, despite how harsh she felt that he had suddenly become. She still felt as if she was making love to him even now, even though she really knew that it was all lust for him. He was only responding physically to her, but responding he certainly was. She gave herself to him again, crying on the inside but still responding like a woman on the outside, gasping in pleasure as he sank himself once more into her already sorely punished privates. He had her sitting on his lap, with her legs wrapped around his back, and he pulled her hips down onto him until his cock literally couldn't go any further. Their pelvic bones were actually grinding into one another as he held her slender waist in both hands, rocking it back and forth on him. Afterward she would think back in shame on what all she let him do to her that night. She must have given up all hope of any decency remaining to her after surrendering her virginity to him, and his earlier release left him able to continue for what felt like hours now. He must have enacted every fantasy that he had ever had on her that night, and when he finally left her in the wee hours of the night the first gray light of the morning was already beginning to fill the sky. She curled up alone in her bed, sobbing, still smelling him on the pillows. She felt completely used and discarded, and it was worsened by the fact that she had herself to blame for it. That was the last she saw of him.

A month later she moved across the country. She couldn't stand to stay in that same small, southern town anymore. The memories were too much. She thought of Aaron everywhere she turned, something reminded her of him. Her parents were becoming too much for her too. She was old enough to be on her own now. Her sisters had moved out. Her parents were overbearing. They had raised her as a strict Christian and she had never doubted the legitimacy of it, but now it gave her pause. She couldn't say quite what it was. In the weeks since she had given herself to Aaron she felt...different. She felt as if she had lost her sense of self-worth. She had struggled with confidence issues her whole life, always racked with insecurity, and it was worse than ever after the breakup. She felt as if everything she held in value about herself was gone. Her innocence was gone. There was no way to reclaim it. She felt drastic changes in herself. She either had to own up to it, claim it, or fall victim to it and allow this new sense of unworthiness to define her. She didn't know which it would be. Perhaps it would be both. But whatever it was, she couldn't move on with her life here.

She ended up in Seattle, about as far away from her small hometown in the south as she could get. She knew no one in the city, and she was ok with that. She had always been shy and reserved, but she knew she needed to force herself to change. She couldn't keep being the girl she used to be. She had to get out and meet people. She got a job at a small cafe. It wasn't much, but it paid the bills for now. She was planning on applying to some colleges eventually, but for now she decided to just try to get to know the city better.

She found some people roughly her age on Craigslist who were looking for another roommate. There were already three of them living in the house, two guys and a girl, so her share of the rent wouldn't be too much. She moved in a couple days later.

The girl, Nicki, was very nice, as were the two boys, Caleb and Ryan. They made her feel welcome and helped her move her stuff in. Caleb and Nicki were in university, but Ryan was just working at the moment, like her. That first night they had a nice time getting to know each other. Ryan provided drinks and Christy decided to try it, even though she was underage and had never drank before. She knew she needed to grow up fast. Christy had a great time with them that night, and noticed that Ryan was extra friendly to her. She thought it was great that she would have such a nice guy being around. If she could have read his mind though, and realized the full extent of where his mind went when he looked at her, she might have had a considerably different initial reaction.

(To be continued)