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Okay guys, I made a mistake.

A few days ago I went to the rocky horror picture show, that midnight movie thing where people don't actually watch the movie but prefer to talk and screw around. I rarely picked up guys from this place, but I do love sex so I wasn't opposed to the idea. I have been a little careful with who I screwed around with. I'm only 19 years old now, and I'm still a college girl, but eventually I want a family and it'd be much harder to find someone to start one with if I had STD's. The problem is, I've somehow developed a weird fetish for the biggest one of all; HIV. You guys have only nurtured this fetish, with all your stories, so I often end up getting off to my the idea of bugchasing. I thought I'd never do it though, until I met Tony.

When I went to Rocky that night, I was with a few friends at first but they quickly went separate ways to hit on whichever guy showed them the most attention. Since I was the skinny blonde in the ground, I had quite a few guys hanging around me. I had worn a black minidress that only barely covered what needed to be covered, so they must have guess my intentions. I mostly just wanted attention, but I wasn't opposed if someone was promising enough.

There were maybe 3 guys sitting next to me trying to chat me up, another few were sitting nearby in case these guys struck out. I don't remember much about two of them, but the third was Tony. He was funny, and confident, oh and he was only wearing golden underwear the clearly highlighted his man-parts. After a while though I still wasn't biting. The first two left quickly, but Tony stuck around for a bit. I laughed at his jokes, but when he asked if I wanted to head towards the back I declined, as I was pretty sure I knew what he intended. Eventually he said he was going on his own and left.

After a few minutes, another guy came to sit down. He said "You're lucky you didn't go back there with that guy. I heard he has an STD."

This peaked my interest. I politely told the new guy I had to go and walked towards the back of the theater. I found Tony and started with"Hey, someone told me something interesting just now... Is it true you have an STD?"

Tony smirked. "People say the darndest things" he said, "a lot of them are just jealous of me." I noticed he hadn't actually answered the question. I pointed out to him "So is that a yes or a no?" He leaned in and whispered "Would it change your mind if I said yes?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet, and people don't do things back here anyway. Now just tell me what you have."

He leaned in further and pushed his body against mine. I backed up but was now against a wall. He followed so his body was lightly pinning me to the wall. He started kissing my lips, then moved to my neck. When I let out a slight moan he leaned up to my ear and whispered "Okay, I have AIDS. But people don't normally fuck in the back of the theater anyway, it's mostly just for foreplay before they take it home. So you're safe, right?" He went back to kissing my ear, and then my neck. I figured he was correct, I couldn't get it from just kissing him. Honestly I'd never been so turned on from just someone kissing my neck, I had to experiment with this a little. Tony was my forbidden fruit.

While sucking on my neck, Tony reached his hand around to lift up my skirt and grab my ass. While pulling me into him by my butt, Tony started grinding his bulge against my front. He guided me to the floor where we started making out. Within a few minutes, he had crept his hand into my underwear and was fingering me. I started moaning much loader now. A crowd was starting to form, as people usually didn't go this far in the back of the theater where everyone could see. He whispered into my ear "You've got some interesting fetishes girl... Don't you want to take them all the way?"

I knew this was too far. I couldn't actually risk getting something, especially since most people knew he had something and it would quickly get around that I had it too. I told him "No... I can't..."

"I'll use a condom." he said. "Still, I can't risk that kind of thing". He accepted my rejection, and not wanting to get blue balls he stopped fingering me, got up, and walked away. I chose to leave the theater, cause I needed to get away from him before I gave into my urges. When I got to my car, some guy stopped me from getting in and told me he saw what happened and it was a good decision cause most people know Tony has HIV. I wanted to get home soon, but I was so fucking horny. I stopped and let this guy chat me up for literally 15 seconds before I said 'fuck it' and grabbed his bulge. He understood and whipped me around so I was leaning over the hood. I said "Use a condom" but he pretended not to hear. Within seconds my panties were down and he was inside me. The guy lasted maybe 30 seconds before cumming. I realized I'd basically just exposed myself to god knows what STD's, and I didn't even get halfway decent sex. It ended before I could get anywhere. The guy walked away quickly, leaving me with my panties on the ground next to my car. I pulled my panties up, as another dude walked towards me. This guy said he wanted to show me something in the theater. I wasn't sure what to expect, as he could clearly just fuck me out here, so why go inside? I was intrigued, so I let him lead me back.

When I got inside, I saw Tony again. "I heard you screwed some guy just now? But you wouldn't screw me?" I turned to the guy who had led me here. "I wanted to see a show" he replied. I was about to turn around and leave, but he grabbed my neck, I guess he figured out how much I like guys doing things to my neck. He pulled me back to him and let his bulge rest against my crotch. He started kissing me passionately and I couldn't convince myself to make him stop. I told him "I can't fuck you... I need a husband someday." He didn't reply and instead just guided me to the ground. Again he started fingering the shit out of me. He said "I know you want this." as he pulled my dress off. He started pulling my panties off while I used my last bit of self control to say "I've got to go..." even though I was only wearing a bra at this point. I felt someone come behind me and unclasp that as well. I looked and saw the guy who had led me here. He said "I also have that fetish, I've never seen it in real life though." I realized there was a large crowd around now. I knew I had to go but Tony had crawled on top of me. "Tell me to fuck you" he said. "Use a condom..." I pleaded. He was resistant to using a condom, but several people in the crowd yelled at him to use one. Apparently they weren't all bugchasers. Tony obliged and finally put on a condom. I was still hesitant about this, but I couldn't stop myself anymore. He pushed my legs open, slipped in between them, and slid in his cock. It was a fuck like I couldn't believe. He was pounding me relentlessly, within five minutes I had cum three times. I had my legs wrapped around him as he kept jackhammering my pussy.

After the third orgasm, the guy from the parking lot came over and said "I didn't lead her back here for you to use a condom though..." Tony smirked. He used one hand to hold me down by the neck, then pulled his dick out and used his other hand to pull off the condom. A few people in the crowd shouted their disdain, I half-heartily tried to push him off but he just kept humping me. The crowd was still shouting at him to use a condom, so he shouted back "If she wants me to stop, all she needs to say is stop". I almost said stop, but I had waited too long for this. Just one more orgasm I thought. Between moans I said "Please don't cum in me..." but he just grinned. His pace starting picking up, I could feel his breathing getting heavy. The crowd was yelling again, telling him not to do it. I almost told him to stop, but I was so close to my fourth orgasm. As I approached my peak, he yelled "I'M CUMMING!!!" That sent me over the edge as I felt his cock start pulsing, launching poisonous cum into my womb. I felt him pump at least 12 shots in before finally settling down. The crowd was silent now. I laid there for a while, not really sure what to think.

I drank a lot of Gatorade and things since then. I'm still not sure if I have it. It's not very contagious via vaginal, but he pumped so much in... I'm still afraid to go to the doctors. In a few weeks we'll see if I got sick. Until then, who knows? Maybe I got away with my mistake?

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      “Er, yeah, I work out” I said.  I was actually pretty proud of my body, all 6’1” of it.  I worked out several times a week, jogged regularly, ate healthily, and kept my chest shaved and smooth the way Rachel liked it.
      “You should show it off more” Ben said, his eyes on me.  “Your shirts are way too loose.”
      Oh man, he had been noticing what I wore.  Well, that answered that question I guessed:  Ben must be gay.  Strangely enough, I felt a stirring in my own loins as his gaze rested on me.
      “Oh, 'er, you think?” I mumbled.
      “Hell yeah” he said, “don’t put in all that work just to waste it on your girlfriend!”  He laughed, and after a moment I laughed too, although I think it was more nervous laughter than anything.
      “Thanks” I said, blushing harder.  “I didn’t realise, 'er, you were, 'er, noticing.”
      Ben gave me a warm smile.  “I’m not the only one who’s noticed” he said.  “You’re pretty popular in the office.”
      I blushed again, and awkwardly shifted position on the bed.  As I did so, my towel loosened and slipped, basically leaving me sitting there naked.  I hurriedly tried to sort it out, but only got it into more of a tangle.
      “Don’t” Ben said softly.  I stopped wrestling with the towel and looked up at him.  “Let me see.”
      I don’t know why, perhaps it was the buzz from the rum, but I slowly released my grip on the towel and let it fall beside me.  I then swung my legs off the mattress and slowly stood up in the gap between our beds, locking my stare on Ben as he gazed back at me.  His eyes were making their way up and down my body in the most lustful way anyone had ever looked at me, and I saw him give his lips a small lick.  He wanted me so badly, and something about this situation had my heart racing.  My dick started to swell and rise, until I was standing before him with a massive boner, almost starting to pant.  What the fuck was happening to me?  Wasn’t I straight?
      Ben looked for a bit longer, and then started to scoot across his own bed towards me.  He deliberately removed his own towel on the way so that he too was naked, and then he was sitting there in front of me, staring straight ahead at my dick.  Instinctively I shuffled forward a bit, and he leaned in, opened his mouth and swallowed me whole.
      “Fuuuuuuck” I groaned, having never felt a blowjob like this.
      He then reached both his hands behind and roughly gripped my arse, pulling me in towards him even more.  His head started going back and forth on my cock like a jackhammer, the suction on my dick like an industrial hoover.  I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and gradually gripped him tighter as he brought me towards orgasm.
      Then, rather abruptly, he let go of my arse and pulled his mouth off my dick, causing me to stagger back slightly.  I snapped out of my reverie and looked down at him.
      “Turn around” he said, turning his head up to face mine.
      “What?” I asked, a little all over the place.
      “Just do it” he said, suddenly sounding rather stern.
      I just did as instructed and turned around, not sure what was coming next.  Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards towards him, reaching up to push the small of my back so that I would bend forwards.  I put my hands on my thighs to steady myself, and then the next thing I knew his face was in my arse.  His tongue was lapping at my hole, and the room seemed to be exploding with fireworks.  I had never felt anything like this in my life.  It was fucking amazing!  I’m not sure, but I think I must have been moaning and groaning for England as he gave me my first ever rimjob.
      He kept this up for a while, actually getting his tongue into my hole, and then he pulled his face out.  Before I could turn or straighten up I felt his fingers in there instead, gently prodding and poking at me.  I then understood that I was going to be fucked.
      Ben must have planned something like this, or maybe he was just in the Scouts once and was thus always prepared, but he had stashed a tube of lube in the drawer of the bedside table.  He briefly paused the fingering to open the drawer, grab his supply and lube up his fingers.  He then started to apply much more pressure with them, pushing one, then two, and then I think three fingers into me.  All the while I just continued to stand there, bent over in front of him seemingly inviting him to carry on doing what he was doing.  I could say I was paralysed with fear or something, but in truth I was loving it and was suddenly really excited to see what this was going to be like.  I’d never really thought about it before, but that didn’t seem to matter.  The drink must have been a factor, or at least that’s what I tell myself these days.
      His fingers started to hit something inside of me, and my silence turned to moans.  This only spurred him on, until he was really going to town on me with his fingers.  Then, as before, it all stopped abruptly.
      “Get on the bed” he commanded, “on your hands and knees.”
      I didn’t even pause.  I just moved forward, crawled on to the bed and waited.  He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back a bit, and then I heard the splooging sound of some more lube being squeezed out of the tube.  The pressure returned on my hole, but it was spongier and fatter than any of the fingers had been.
      “Let me in” he said gruffly.  I didn’t know what that meant, but I instinctively pushed back and must have done whatever it was that was needed as he popped inside.  It startled me and gave me a brief flash of pain, but that soon subsided.  He then pushed steadily in to me, making me feel fuller than I ever had before.  As he got deeper it started to hurt a little more, particularly as he was going into territory his fingers had not reached, but I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and forced myself not to pull off him.  Then the pushing stopped, I felt the roughness of his pubes on my buttocks, and I knew I had his whole cock inside.
      He didn’t give me any time to adjust, instead starting a steady rhythm on my whole, thrusting his cock in and out in substantial strokes.  A dull pain was radiating from my arse, but something else was there as well and it felt amazing.  As the pain started to subside, my whole body started to tingle as he fucked me.  The feelings were incredible, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against him, trying to get more of his cock in me, trying to make him fuck me harder.
      And fuck me harder he did.  If I thought he was like a jackhammer when sucking me earlier, it was as nothing compared to what he could do with his cock.  Pneumatic drills are gentler on tarmac than the treatment I was getting, but it was pure ecstasy.  He fucked me for 20 minutes, and then started groaning.
      “I’m cumming” he grunted, suddenly accelerating his pace even more.  Then he stopped, yelled out and held in position as a curious warm feeling filled my rear end.
      “Fucking take it” he grunted as he unloaded in me, breeding me like the bitch he was turning me into.  I just knelt there on my hands and knees as I was filled with cum for the first time, loving the sensation as his cock pulsed inside me.
      Then, and again rather abruptly, he pulled out and collapsed backwards on to his bed.  I felt some cum running down my leg, and began to crawl backwards off the bed with the intention of going to the bathroom to clean up.  But as I turned round I saw Ben lying on his back panting, I noticed his cock was still erect and covered in juice.  Perhaps it was a case of being in for the penny, in for the pound, but I just couldn’t help myself from dropping to my knees, leaning forward and taking it into my mouth.
      The taste of his juices, the lube and, I guess, my own arse was intoxicating.  As I sucked and licked him clean I started furiously wanking my own cock, getting off on the feeling of more of him leaking from my rear end as I did so.  In no time I blew on to my torso, the bedspread and the carpet.  I then collapsed back on to the floor, panting and exhausted.
      Neither of us said anything for a while, but then I got up and started making my way to the bathroom.  I got in there, and turned to face the mirror so I could look at myself.  I was glistening with sweat, but otherwise looked like me.  I felt different, but the man staring back at me was still me, at least outwardly.
      Then Ben came into the bathroom as well, and turned to face the mirror too.  We looked into each other’s eyes via the reflection, until I noticed his cock starting to rise again.  I stared at it coming back up to full mast, and then looked back up to his face.  He was smirking at me, and then moved to step behind me.  I leaned forward a little, and he just planted his cock between my cheeks and pushed into me again.
      This time he fucked me more tenderly, with none of the jackhammering of before.  Throughout, I kept my eyes either focused on my own face, or looking back at his has he slightly grimaced from the exertion of reaming me.  My own cock also came back to life so I started stroking myself, adding that to the things I watched in the reflection.  After about 15 minutes Ben accelerated, and I focused on watching the reflection of my own face as I felt him shooting a second load into my sloppy hole.  Again, it was still me, but this was a me with a cock shooting cum into his arse.
      When he was done spurting his load into me, Ben caught my gaze in the reflection.  Smiling, he gave me a wink, withdrew his cock and swiftly left the bathroom.  I just stood there, once again with cum dripping out of me, gazing at myself in the mirror.  I felt awesome.
      I got myself cleaned up a bit, and then went back out in the bedroom.  Ben was in bed properly, and was clearly asleep.  I headed for my own bed, but then turned to look back at him.  The temptation was too great, and I just climbed in.  He stirred as I did so, wrapping his arm around me.  I briefly lay there facing him, but then turned so he was spooning me.  He pulled me in a bit tighter, and then we were both still.  I reached out and switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.
      Inside, I knew that I would wake up with a right clusterfuck going on in my mind, but for now I was exhausted, a little sore and in the comforting arms of a man who had just shown me a whole new side of myself.  Sleep came quickly.

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