She wasn't normal, she thought, or at least she was different from what most people would consider normal. She'd been raised to believe sex was a mutual expression of love between a man and a woman. She'd tried to think that way, but she'd always liked boys who were strong and wanted to take charge and tell her what to do. It made her feel excited when she thought about that happening.
Until she was eighteen, she hadn't let any boy go all the way with her or even let a boy feel, much less, see her breasts. Her mother would have disowned her if she knew Ellen had done that. She always told the boy she couldn't do that sort of thing, but in the back of her mind was a desire to have him talk her into letting him.
The spring she turned eighteen, she knew she was going to college in the fall, so she didn't look for a full time job. Instead, she applied to a local summer camp and was hired as a counselor. She spent the days helping kids aged twelve through fifteen learn crafts. She spent the nights as a sort of house mother to six young girls in one of the cabins.
Kids arrived at the summer camp on Sunday afternoon, and left on Saturday at noon. That gave the counselors one evening to relax and recharge. Ellen enjoyed that time with people her own age, and she especially enjoyed the time with Jerry, the counselor for the waterfront program. Jerry was twenty and had worked at the camp for two years prior.
Ellen was young and inexperienced and at first had looked to Jerry for guidance in doing her job. Saturday nights became the time she sat with Jerry on a cabin porch and talked about how to guide kids to succeed. As the summer progressed, those talks began ending with Jerry holding her hand, then putting his arm around her, and finally stroking her breasts and inner thighs.
Ellen found she could not resist Jerry's touch. He would brush the side of her breast and Ellen would feel shocks race through her body. As the touching changed to Jerry arousing her by stroking up her inner thighs, part of her mind told her it was wrong, but another part told her this was what she needed, to be submissive and allow Jerry to do what he wanted with her.
What he wanted to do with her happened the Saturday before the last group of campers for that season arrived. After dinner she and Jerry walked down to the boathouse where the boating equipment was stored. Jerry unlocked the door and then went in behind Ellen. What followed left Ellen feeling as if something she'd dreamed about had really happened to her.
Jerry held her in his arms and kissed her, then began the same caresses she'd felt before. This time, when his hand slipped up her inner thigh, it didn't stop at the leg of her shorts. She felt Jerry's fingers exploring her sex through her panties.
She was quickly losing the ability to object to his touch, but that didn't matter. Her mind was crying out to be touched more. As Jerry pushed her down on the floor of the boathouse, Ellen didn't resist. When he lifted her T-shirt over her head, she didn't resist. When he unhooked her bra and slipped it from her shoulders, Ellen shivered at the cool air of the evening, then moaned as Jerry's hands closed on her breasts.
She didn't resist when he pushed her back and unfastened her shorts. She couldn't resist when he pulled them down her legs, and when he began pulling her panties down, Ellen closed her eyes.
Her mind said this was what she wanted, to be taken by a man who took away her will and replaced it with the heat she felt between her thighs, pushed that will into the background of her mind, and then pushed his cock into her sex.
Jerry didn't waste time with foreplay. He just stuck a finger between Ellen's hair-covered lips and stroked a while, then knelt between her open legs and pulled down his shorts. Ellen looked down her nude body at Jerry's rigid cock, then lay back and closed her eyes when she felt him probing for her entrance.
Ellen became a woman in three strokes of Jerry's cock. The first was stopped by her gasp. The second, by a low cry at the pressure that stretched her maidenhead to the breaking point. Jerry had asked then if she wanted him to stop.
By then, Ellen was lost in the feeling of submitting to Jerry, the feeling of knowing he could do anything to her he wanted and she wouldn't resist. She breathed, "No".
Jerry's third stroke broke through the barrier and sank deep inside Ellen. She shrieked at the pain, but then gasped at the feeling of being stretched inside. Her pelvic muscles involuntarily clamped down on Jerry's cock as he pulled back out.
"Oh, fuck. You're tight", he gasped, and then began stroking his cock in and out of Ellen.
Jerry didn't last long, at least not long enough for Ellen. The sensation of his cock moving inside her body blended with the pain the stretching strokes continued to cause. She found her mind reeling with that feeling, but even more, laying under Jerry with his hands holding her arms down, unable to move more than he'd let her, and letting him do what he wanted to do only increased the already intense feeling.
Jerry groaned and then rammed his cock in and out four times before sagging into his arms and panting. He pulled out a little later, and Ellen felt wetness running from her entrance and down between her hips. Jerry got up and helped her to her feet, then said they should be getting back before they were missed.
The next day the last round of campers arrived, and Ellen and Jerry had no opportunity to repeat the act. Jerry still sat with her and talked, but he didn't touch her. To Ellen that seemed strange, but in a way it attracted her to him even more. He had taken her virginity because she had allowed it, and now seemed to be ignoring her. Ellen didn't feel neglected though. What she felt was the thrill of knowing she was his to do with as he wished, even if he didn't want to do it again.
Her only fear was that she might be pregnant, but her period arrived two days later. Ellen breathed a sigh of relief then, and hoped she and Jerry could be together again. Such was not to be. After the last camper left that next Saturday, Jerry tossed his bag into his car and drove away without even saying goodbye.
Ellen thought it odd that she didn't feel like crying, but she didn't. Instead, she thought of that night and some of the excitement filled her again and took away any other feelings. She had been used, but for some reason she didn't understand, that in itself was thrilling.
She accepted the fact she wasn't normal the year she entered college. It was a movie she'd watched on TV with her roommate in their dorm room that did it. Because it was one of those soft porn things, it didn't really show much of the guy. It showed a lot of the woman's breasts and hips but not her sex. In Ellen's imagination, she saw everything, and the combination of what she could see and what she imagined aroused her.
The sounds the woman in the movie made helped her imagination do that, sounds that were at times little moans of pain, but changed to moans and shrieks of pleasure as the woman reached her peak. The movie only showed the woman's face when that happened, but the woman's closed eyes and open mouth when she panted out the second orgasm had stirred something in her mind, a thought...no, a desire...no, a craving to experience what the woman in the movie had.
When the movie ended, her roommate told her any woman who allowed a man to do that to her wasn't right in the head. Sex was supposed to be soft and caring and loving, not painful. Ellen agreed with her, but when she went to bed that night she lay there and imagined what was happening in the movie the director had blocked.
The movie had started as do most romance movies. The woman and the man met and found each other interesting. They had a few dates, and after the second, the man kissed the woman. She had melted into his arms and kissed him back. After the third, he asked if she'd go home with him. The woman said yes.
It was the parts after that, when the man and woman were in his apartment that stirred the feelings in Ellen's mind. The man had fondled the woman while he undressed her, then took off his own clothes. The scene then changed to both of them in his bed, and though the camera angles blocked what the man was doing to the woman, it was easy for Ellen to understand that he was kissing and sucking the woman's nipples.
She knew how that must feel because once she discovered what her own touch to her nipples could do, she'd done the same thing as the woman in the movie. If she was alone, she'd moan at that touch. If someone else was in the house, she'd suppress the moan but couldn't stop the catch of her breath it always caused.
A little later, the scene changed again. The man was kneeling between the woman's legs and it was obvious they were having sex. It looked normal at first, the man just slowly pumping away and the woman stroking his back. Then the man bent his head down and did something. The woman shrieked and jerked her body up into the man. In response, his hips quickly thrust forward and down. Ellen didn't know what he'd done, but the way his back dropped could only mean he'd rammed his cock into the woman really hard and really fast.
He kept doing that, ramming into the woman so hard her breasts were slammed up toward her face and then back down, and whatever else he was doing seemed to be making her get closer and closer to an orgasm.
The movie showed the man raise his hand, and then there was the sound of a slap as he hit the woman on the hip. The woman shrieked, but then moaned. He did it again,and the woman shrieked again, then gasped and started to shake. Ellen knew it was probably fake, but the woman was doing exactly the same thing she did when she used her finger to make herself climax.
In the scene that followed, the woman was still under the man, though they weren't moving any more. The woman looked up at the man and smiled.
"How did you know?"
"I didn't at first. I just suspected."
"Why?"
"You're very submissive. Many submissive women like it that way. I didn't know until that first little bite. After that, I suspected but I still wasn't sure, not until the slap. Then I knew."
