The Relationship with My Classmate Who Inspired My First Encounter

It was 1974 and I was just a week away from graduation. I had turned 18 a few days prior, which made me one of the youngest in my class. I was still a virgin, having never experienced anything beyond masturbation. It wasn’t due to moral or religious reasons; I had long abandoned the Catholic faith my parents insisted on. The issue was simply that I was developing physically behind my peers. While they flaunted their curves and big boobs, I was petite with barely flaring hips, scrawny, and wore glasses on my childlike face. I was cute, not beautiful, and often overlooked.

I was envious of the other girls who talked nonstop about their frequent encounters. I wasn’t lacking hormones, and the yearning between my legs was growing unbearable. Sitting in geography class, I couldn’t ignore my desire any longer. When the lunch bell finally rang, I nearly bolted for the door. I needed a private spot, and fast. The hallways were empty, with most kids in the cafeteria. I checked the restroom, but it was full. That’s when I spotted the custodian’s room – a door that said “Custodian” with a room adjacent to it. It was deserted, and I could lock it behind me.

I took a deep breath, locked the door, and lay back on a thick old throw rug. I flipped my skirt up, yanked my white panties down to my knee socks, and started kneading my vulva with my fingers. My mind was full of fantasies, and I rubbed my clit and stuck a finger up my cunt. My legs were still hampered by the panties, so I brought them up to my chest and whisked them off completely.

As I started to moan, a very masculine voice asked, “Having a good time?” I sprang upright, put my legs down, and braced myself on my hands. That’s when I saw him – the towering form of the custodian, staring down at me. He was big, tall, and husky, with salt and pepper hair and a mustache. I was terrified, and my heart was thumping out of control.

“Looks like we’ll be taking a trip to the principal’s office,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re in a heap of trouble, kid. They might even expel you for this.” I begged him to not turn me in, desperate to avoid losing my scholarship. I told him I’d do anything to avoid the principal’s office.

He got a thoughtful expression on his face and asked, “Tell me, why are you in here and why did you have your finger all the way up your cunt?” I mumbled, “I felt horny.” He pressed on, “And what were you thinking about when your finger was moving back and forth inside you?” I told him, “I was pretending it was a guy’s dick and I was having sex.”

He asked me if I’d ever had sex before and if I was 18. I told him no, and he didn’t believe me until I pulled out my driver’s license. He had a proposition for me – he’d fuck me, and then forget he ever saw me in the custodian’s room. I agreed, and he locked the other door and started undressing.

“Should I undress too?” I asked, my voice trembling. He told me no, he wanted me as I was – in my uniform. As he came to me naked, I gasped at the size of his dick. It was huge, and I felt a mix of fear and excitement.

He told me to get on my hands and knees, and I did. He flipped the hem of my skirt up and shoved his big finger into my cunt. “You’re wet in there!” he exclaimed, before pulling his finger out and guiding his massive penis into me.

It was a slow, painful process at first, but he eventually sank all the way into my young vagina. I felt a mix of relief and pleasure as he started to move in and out of me. The sound of his groin slapping against my butt and his testicles slapping against my clit was exhilarating.

After a few minutes, he pulled all the way out and had me lie down on my back. He raised my legs, and his huge body stretched out above me. He plunged deeper and deeper into my cunt, humping me like crazy. I felt vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on.

Tension was building in my pelvis, and I started rubbing my clit as he continued to thrust. Suddenly, my body was racked by a powerful spasm, and I was caught in the throes of orgasm. He let out a loud grunt as he ejaculated inside me, spewing his sex juice into the deepest reaches of my vaginal abyss.

As we both caught our breath, he pulled his still-dripping organ out of me and started dressing. “Use the room any time you get the itch,” he said, before leaving me to deal with the consequences of our encounter.

As I put my panties back on, I realized his cum was leaking from my vagina and starting to soak the crotch of my uniform. I ducked into a girl’s restroom and put in a panty liner, trying to avoid any embarrassment. I spotted a clock and realized I’d missed lunch, so I headed straight to my next class, my stomach growling loudly the rest of the afternoon.