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November 05 Sex Ed Lessons: Part 2
Sex Ed Lessons: Part 2
Chapter 3: Stephanie’s mom gets down and Tim fucks up.
By LiminallySpaced.
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Novels.

A little while back, on one of the warmer days that pop up in the
early spring, I had gone out for a run. I liked running. It was a
great way to clear my head of all the usual junk that weighs heavily
on the mind of a high school senior. It was also the only other
method of stress relief that worked besides jerking off, which on
that day I had made a conscious attempt not to do.
Running didn't stop my mind from still casually wandering in a
more hormone-inspired direction, however. I thought about the color
of lip gloss Suzie Travino wore to school the other day, and how hot
it was that those same lips came so close to sucking on my friend
Tara's cunt. As straight-laced and book minded as they come, the
thought that even the class valedictorian was no match for Tara's
dark eyes and oozing sexuality was very arousing. It was even more
arousing to wonder whether Suzie's boyfriend Mike knew his girlfriend
might be a "two sport athlete."
Mostly, though, my dirty mind wandered to Sarah, the gorgeous
redhead who lived next door, and who was the object of all of my
strongest unrequited affection. I had considered asking her to prom,
but seeing as we hardly knew each other, I assumed it was a long shot
at best. Still, seeing her in a form fitting prom dress, fiery hair
done up, perfect breasts held high by colorful fabric, flawless
lipstick accenting her luminescent smile, would be a highlight,
whether she was there with me, or with someone else. I thought about
who that someone else might be, and whether he might be lucky enough
to see her prom dress bunched up on his floor, or feel her perfectly
painted lips slide up and down his cock.
Tired and sweaty, I returned home to find my front door locked. I
patted myself down, but in my haste to get out the door, I had once
again forgotten my keys. Looking out to the street I saw that Sandy
and Don's car was parked in its usual spot, so I decided to make my
way up to their unit.
Knocking once, there was no answer. I tried the handle, and found
it was locked as well. Normally I would have just found somewhere
else to go, but my legs were aching, I desperately needed a glass of
water, and they had given me an open invitation to their home,
whether or not they were there. That was enough justification for my
sweaty, over-exerted brain, so I grabbed the key under the mat and
went in.
The house was quiet. I knew Stephanie would be at work, and I
assumed Sandy and Don had taken their other car out together. The
front door opened into the kitchen, so I wandered toward the sink in
search of water. Grabbing a pint glass, I held it under the faucet,
my hand on the knob, but just before I turned it, my ears perked up
as a long moan floated down the hallway. A deep moan. A man's moan. I
froze.
Another deep moan, longer this time.
Glass still in hand, I moved silent toward the doorway that led to
the hall, and paused. Another moan, punctuated with a long, drawn out
"Fuck," followed closely by a smokey, feminine voice asking
"yeah, does that feel good?"
That was definitely Sandy's voice.
I could have left. I SHOULD have left. I should have quietly left
them to their privacy and waited outside for Kelly to come home and
let me in. That's what a rational mind would do. I, however, was not
thinking rationally. Between my post-run exhaustion and the growing
tightness in my shorts, my voyeuristic, animal brain took over, and I
slowly, quietly started my way down the hallway toward the sound,
cock first.
The moans continued as I moved silently through the darkened
hallway, my body vibrating at the forbidden thrill of what I was
doing. Sandy's encouraging dirty talk continued guiding me toward the
living room entryway.
"Umm yeah, you like that, don't you?" she cooed. A long
masculine moan answered. My gaze rounded the slight corner of the
entryway, falling into the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks.
My awkward angle caused the majority of the scene to be obscured, but
what I could see were bare legs, a man's legs, splayed out from the
edge of a comfortable easy chair.
Between those legs knelt Sandy.
Her blonde hair done up in a messy bun that reminded me of
Stephanie, Sandy knelt on a pillow, wearing nothing but a black
G-string. Her hands were slowly running up and down the considerable
length of a thick, hard cock. Glistening and wet, she treated this
cock like it was a work of art, cooing as her hands explored every
ridge and bump, periodically encouraging a sudden throb followed by a
pleasurable grunt. As the work of her gliding hands drew out another
deep, prolonged moan of pleasure, a big, warm smile formed on her
lips. The same big, warm smile I had seen countless times at
neighborhood cookouts, or hanging out in the kitchen with my step mom
Kelly. Her lips formed that smile, and then opened wide as she
lowered her head, taking the bulbous tip of the glistening cock into
her mouth. He gasped. She moaned.
Eyes closed as she savored the feeling of this big, thick piece of
meat in her mouth, her head started to bob up and down in time with
her stroking hands. They moved slowly, as one, twisting and sucking,
accenting the pattern with a slight slurping sound whenever she
reached the tip. Masculine moans mixed with the higher-pitched moans
of her equal pleasure. It was quite clear that Sandy, the friendly
housewife, genuinely loved to suck cock. My own cock was hard and
desperate for release as it throbbed against the confines of my tight
athletic shorts.
Her mouth came off the end of his cock with a pop, and she smiled
at him while still stroking. Then, removing her hands, she squeezed
both of his big balls gently, and took the entire length of cock
right down her throat. I almost audibly gasped, but I stopped myself.
My hand drifted down and squeezed my full balls.
A loud masculine moan, and a long "Fuck me!" followed as
she slid back up to the tip, rolling her tongue around the head, then
sinking the big cock all the way down her throat a second, third,
fourth, fifth time.
This was an intensely intimate experience between two adults. I
knew I did not belong there, but I was completely entranced. Of
course Sandy was a sexual person, she and Don had a very flirtatious
relationship full of ass pinches and P D A, but my whole being was
transfixed by the knowledge that this sweet woman could deepthroat a
cock like a pro. I should have left, but instead I stayed, and
continued rubbing my hard dick through my shorts.
In my time as a horned-up virgin, I had spent many, many hours
masturbating, becoming fluent in all manner of pornography. As anyone
does, I developed my own fetishes and preferences for the kinds of
acts and images that really got me going. After discovering a love
for large, natural breasts and oral sex videos, I surprised myself
the night an extra intense orgasm revealed to me an intense
preference for cumshots and facials. The one act that was an absolute
favorite of mine, however, was one that combined all of my fairly
vanilla fetishes into one: when a woman would wrap her luscious
breasts around a hard, wet cock, and fuck it with her tight cleavage
until the inevitable white eruption.
This is why I didn't leave. Because after a final, long sheathing
with her throat that left that large cock coated in thick saliva
still stringing to her lip, Sandy rose up higher, leaned in, and with
a broad, lusty smile squeezed her buoyant tits around that cock, and
started to slowly slide them up and down. This is why, watching my
upstairs neighbor, the organizer of the soccer team bake sale, fuck
this long, throbbing cock between her heavy mature tits, I reached
into my pants, released my own cock, and started stroking along in
time.
Sandy was moaning with every hot stroke. A smile on her face, she
kept eye contact with her obscured partner as her body writhed up and
down, milking this cock closer and closer toward orgasm. She cooed
when the fat, straining head would peek out through her cleavage on
the down stroke, and occasionally she would dip her tongue down and
lick it, smiling that lusty smile every time. Don was a lucky man.
The masculine moans were getting longer and louder. Those legs she
knelt between started to twitch and stretch. Sandy picked up her
pace. So did I. I was awash with forbidden eroticism, not only in
what I was witnessing, but in the danger inherent in what I was
doing. I should stop. Now.
All reason left my mind as they reached a fever pitch, both
breaths growing rabid and wanton. He was close. So was I.
It was then that he suddenly pushed Sandy back and stood up, his
cock proud and dominant, reaching toward her gasping face. She sank
back on her heels and looked up at him. I followed her eyes up, and
internally gasped myself as I saw the face of the man standing over
her, a man who was most definitely not her husband Don!
With one of her hands caressing his swollen balls while the other
milked his straining cock, Sandy tipped her head back. She started
furiously stroking, and the mystery man began grunting and shaking,
all the while Sandy whispered erotic words of encouragement.
"That's it, cum for me,” My pace increased, my heart a
jackhammer in my chest and in my cock.
“ give it to me, give me your load,” The man reached
his boiling point, and put his free hand on the side of her head to
steady himself. The hand on his cock was a blur, and a long, drawn
out moan snaked out of his throat just as Sandy gave one final
instruction: "Cum for me."
Eyes still locked onto his, she opened her mouth wide as the first
jet of hot love careened out of his pulsing cockhead, drawing a long,
white slash from her chin to her hairline.
Her open mouth smiled and she squealed in excitement as two,
three, four, five, thick ropes of cum splattered recklessly into her
mouth and onto her lips and chin.
Remembering the pint glass in my hand, I quickly placed it over
the head of my screaming prick as the sight of Sandy dripping in cum
triggered my own orgasm. Pleasure surged through me as I painted the
inside of the glass, desperately trying to stay silent as I throbbed
through one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
I looked back at the semen-splattered Sandy, thick strands
dripping off her chin onto the swell of her fantastic breasts. She
closed her cum-filled mouth, and I saw her throat pulse as she
swallowed. She then took his still spasming cock into her mouth and
lovingly sucked him clean as his breathing began its trek back to
normalcy.
I too was coming down, and in a haze I took one final look at this
gorgeous, love-stained creature, so satisfied with a job well done.
I froze as I heard a third voice.
"Oh my God, baby, that was so fucking hot" bellowed out
from a place in the room I couldn't see. Then, stepping into my eye
line was Don, her husband! He was just as naked as the others, his
own generously-sized cock fresh and erect. In his hands was a video
camera.
He took his time recording the scene, stroking himself slowly,
with Sandy making sure to show off her glistening face and assets for
his lens. Then he passed off filming duties to the mystery man and
placed his hands lovingly on her head. Her hands ran up and down his
legs, electric with lust, and they both moaned as he slid his cock
between her still-cum-covered lips and began slowly thrusting.
In an abrupt moment of post-nut clarity, I realized I needed to
get out of there now. Quietly, but quickly, I shuffled my way back
down the hallway, through the kitchen, and out the front door, making
sure it was locked as I left. Hustling my way outside I took a moment
to reflect on what I had just seen. Not only was Stephanie’s
mom Sandy, the unassuming housewife, a skilled and passionate
cocksucker and a total fiend for cum, but she and her husband Don
seemed to be extremely open with their sex life, including a third
person, as well as recording highly explicit pornographic video of
the event.
I shouldn't know this. No one should know this. I wanted to see
those videos. What other depraved things did Don and Sandy get up to
behind closed doors? No, it wasn't my business. It was no one's
business!
I looked down at the pint glass still in my hand, the bottom third
frosted with the pearly memories of what I had witnessed.
My cock twitched.
That first study session with Stephanie was tough. The subject
wasn't the problem, that was no sweat, it was just that I was having
a hard time focusing. We were sitting in the very living room where I
watched her mom throat some stranger's huge cock, and every time she
smiled or addressed me, all I could picture was her on her knees,
huge tits out, her smiling face drenched in jizz. It was distracting,
to say the least.
Citing my allergy to cats as an excuse, I asked if there was
another room we might be able to work in. After a short thought,
Stephanie smiled wryly and said "follow me. But don't get any
ideas."
We entered her bedroom.
Her room was decorated in the usual contradictions of a
college-aged girl living in the home she grew up in. Philosophy text
book here, old teeny bopper magazine there, etc. I scanned the room,
my eyes landing on her bed right as Stephanie quickly shut the drawer
of the bedside table.
That bed. Sheets unmade and wild, I imagined her kicking them into
a frenzy as her legs flailed from one of the many orgasms I've heard
slip down through the cracks in her floor and into my bedroom down
below. And what was in that drawer that she needed to shut so
quickly?
"Trying to hide your vibrator?" I said, seeing an
opening to strike and taking it.
She snorted a bit incredulously, but I swore I saw some color rush
into her cheeks. "You wish, perv," she said, finally.
Though her bedroom provided its own unique set of distractions we
managed to get work done. We worked well together, and it began a
trend where three times a week we'd meet in her room to study. The
more time we spent together, the more her guard came down, and we
actually got to know each other as people. Our sessions seemed to get
longer, with more and more time spent just hanging out together.
Don't get me wrong, every now and then, when Stephanie was getting
bored with the material, she'd drop a bra strap, or reach over to get
something in a way that made her perfect, athletic ass rise like
Kilimanjaro over the Serengeti just to fuck with me, but generally we
had a good time. Dare I say we were becoming friends.
In the following weeks, Tara continued her words of caution, and
almost shit her pants when I told her why I was so distracted that
first time. She was very interested in the details, especially those
of Don's cock, and was effusive in her appreciation for Sandy's
sexual confidence. I knew it was turning her on, and I knew she'd be
enjoying that one-two-three, one-two-three vibration pattern later
that night while thinking about it.
Rachel and I still talked, but I'd be lying if I said I was
thinking about her that often. I knew her prom was coming up,
occurring a few weeks before my prom, and honestly I was dreading it.
Despite the thought of seeing those massive mammaries of hers in a
slinky prom dress, I wasn't expecting to have much fun at a prom
where I would know exactly zero other people. I thought about that
same feeling for Stephanie as my prom date, and just hoped that our
new found friendship would be enough to help her enjoy the night.
As time passed, I started to feel bad about our arrangement. It
was a request made as a power play, and now that I had gotten to know
her I felt bad that I was exploiting her. At the same time, however,
I was desperate to see her lithe, tanned body move hypnotically on
the dance floor, to put my hands on her hips as we slow danced. I
felt bad, but these thoughts of Stephanie still occupied my fantasies
as I stroked myself off at night, especially the nights when I'd get
home from a study session, only to hear those moans, and that
short-short-long cry of release trickle down into my room as the
night grew longer. What can I say: I was a teenage boy; full of
hormonal contradictions.
Our final study session arrived, and we both knew Stephanie was
ready. Her test was that coming Friday, the same day as Rachel's
prom, and so after our final run through of the material, we decided
to have a bit of a celebration. Her parents were gone for the
evening, so out came the glasses, and along with it the booze. We
were nice and relaxed, sitting on opposite ends of the living room
couch, and as we got comfortably buzzed, our conversation began to
get more revealing. The booze had put me in a mood, and she got a
good chuckle listening to me moan about having to go to Rachel's
prom.
"You know, I don't get you, TImmy," She remarked,
stretching out her long legs towards me on the couch. She was wearing
those loose-fitting short shorts, and they bunched up around her
crotch, so I could see every inch of those drool-worthy stems. The
way they gleamed in the light implied they were freshly shaved and
moisturized. They were a work of art.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, wiggling the toes on her sock-covered
feet, "you've got a date; you've got Two dates; and you're still
acting like you're the last single person on the planet."
"Yeah two dates; single-evening dates; one with a church girl
I'm not even really interested in, and the other is basically a joke.
It's not exactly like my love life is on fire,” I trailed off.
Stephanie took a drink, her eyes lingering on her glass
momentarily.
"What about that girl Tara?" she asked, her eyes
flicking back up at me intently.
"What about her?"
"Have you guys ever hooked up?" Her legs shifted
together slightly as she asked.
The image of my spent cock in my hand, and a dash of my cum
dripping on Tara's perfect breast flashed before my eyes. I swallowed
hard, and answered "No."
Stephanie seemed to relax a bit as she said "that's too bad;
she's a hottie."
"She's one of my best friends. Plus, she's got plenty of
better people than me to choose from." I took a big gulp from my
drink, which was already making me quite warm inside. "I'm just
really bad at all that stuff. My virginity is destined to remain
intact for a long time."
Stephanie snickered.
Oh fuck, what did I just say? Goddamnit I just gave Stephanie some
epic ammo. I winced, waiting for her to deliver a scud missile of
tease and torment. I waited, but all that came was a long silence.
She had the upper hand and didn't take it. Seizing this rare moment,
I changed the subject.
"What about you?" I asked. One long leg bent up toward
her stomach, almost in defense.
"What ABOUT me?"
"Are you seeing anyone? I've never seen you with a guy around
here or anything, "
Stephanie chortled in laughter, "Oh God. I would never bring
anybody here in a million years. Not with My parents around, "
"No?"
"No way," she shook her head, laughing, "they seem
pretty cool and casual, but they're really uptight when it comes to
sex."
The image of Stephanie’s mom Sandy sucking her husband's
dick on camera while dripping with another man's cum flashed in my
mind. My dick twitched.
"Oh yeah?"
Stephanie sat up now and leaned toward me, getting into it, one
foot tucked under her ass, another down on the floor.
"Yeah, the One time I brought someone over, they FREAKED
out!" she said, taking a big sip, "I got out of work early
and had the house to myself, so we were making out on the couch, and
then my parents came busting in and Lose it. They made this big scene
in front of these friends from church or whatever that came to hang
out, "
Yeah, hang out,
“ and so from then on I said never again." She shook
her head, taking another sip, "I don't tell them anything, and
they don't ask. They probably still think I'm a virgin, too."
My cock twitched again.
I was at an important crossroad. The next thing I said would hold
a lot of weight, and determine very distinctly which direction the
conversation would go in. I could hit the ejector button, change the
subject, and conti
1 hr 8 min
November 05 Sex Ed Lessons: Part 1
Sex Ed Lessons: Part 1
Chapter 1: How can Tim Miller’s blue balls
get some relief?
Based on a post by LiminallySpaced.
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It was a Sunday morning, and my cock was hard in my hand. As an
eighteen year old virgin, the strength of my erections was never in
doubt, but their frequency was becoming distracting, to say the
least. Hard when I went to sleep, hard when I woke up, hard at
various impractical points throughout the day, my hormones were in a
constant cascade down from my brain to my dick, swelling up my balls
and begging to be released in an explosion of hot, white, euphoria.
As warm water showered down my body, I worked toward that release.
Eyes closed tight as I stroked up and down, my mind tried to organize
the overwhelming stimulus it took in on a daily basis as a horned-up
high school senior. Lori's cleavage when she bent over to pick up her
pen, the way Tara's tight gym shorts framed her perfect ass,
Michele's lips and tongue running over the tip of her pen while deep
in thought. my cock screamed at me, throbbing, egging me on like my
own personal drug dealer, pushing me to imagine how these young
women, my classmates, my friends, might act if they were with me
right now, their bodies consumed by the same fire as mine, and what
depraved things they might do to reach their own satisfaction.
But as I raced down the final straightaway toward ultimate
pleasure, my mind’s fantasies landed in the same place it
always did. Instead of my hand sliding up and down my cock I
envisioned a mane of fiery red hair bobbing back and forth, lips,
tongue and hands touching me, sucking me, desperate to pull my climax
out of my body. Then, right as I was approaching the edge, the mental
image became the emerald green eyes of my next door neighbor Sarah
looked up at me, her large, firm breasts pressed together by her arms
as both hands pumped my shaft and kneaded my balls. Her breath was as
labored as mine, her eyes burned with the fire of wanton lust. We
both knew what was coming, and she wanted it, needed it, as badly as
I did. Sarah's hands, lips and tongue coaxed me closer and closer. My
balls churned, coiling tight, my breath got ragged, and then time
seemed to stop as Sarah placed the trembling purple head of my cock
on her bottom lip, stared me right in the eye, and whispered.
Alexa Ruins My Moment
"Hey, I'm coming in!" My eyes burst open, hand off my
cock and quickly closing the gap in the shower curtain as I angled my
rapidly deflating dick away from the bathroom door. The abrupt
entrance of my step-sister Alexa snapped me right back to reality,
instantly sending me lightyears away from that glorious precipice of
pleasure.
"You know it doesn't really work if you knock, after, you
open the door."
"Eh, get over it, I wasn't looking, and besides, you've been
in here for like half an hour. Other people need to use the bathroom
in the morning too, you know!" Alexa was a bit older than me,
and you'd think college would have taught her some new manners about
sharing a communal space, but any tact she might have learned fell
away as soon as she came home for a weekend, a holiday, or in this
case spring break.
I always used to lock the bathroom, automatically, but when
Alexa went off to college, I got out of the habit. That’s going
to changed immediately. "Why are you even up this early? You
guys were out until like 2 am last night," I challenged my
intruding stepsister.
"Stephanie and I are going on a bit of a road trip today, so
we wanted to get a jump on things," Alexa said as she sat
pissing in the toilet. I was just an arm’s reach from her, only
veiled by a cheap white vinyl shower curtain; But I stood there
petrified by fear. Fear of Alexa’s complete disregard of my
privacy.
Girls on the prowl
Alexa was out Saturday night with her friend, Stephanie. Stephanie
& her parents lived in our upstairs rented-out apartment.
Stephanie and Alexa had been inseparable for as long as I could
remember. As a night owl myself, I had heard them stumble home late
many nights, and last night was no different. Straining cock in my
hand, the sound of the closing front door, along with hushed whispers
and giggles as they walked by my room, triggered momentary
mid-masturbation paranoia. I froze in silence, mid-stroke, to make
sure I gave no indication of what I was doing, but the pressure in my
cock never abated. In that moment my horned-up mind wandered to
Stephanie, a tall volleyball player with long toned legs and more
than enough tits. Last night, as I surfed porn at 2 in the morning, I
heard her footsteps coming down the hall. I wondered where she'd
been. Had she sucked someone's dick? Had she swallowed their cum? My
cock throbbed.
Once I heard her bedroom door close, I thought the coast was clear
& I started back up again. Thoughts of Stephanie lingered, and as
I timed my orgasm to the cumshot clip I watched on my computer, in my
mind's eye it was Stephanie’s face I saw, mouth open in a
slight smile, happily splattered in white.
Just as the blast of cream abated, Alexa interrupted from the
hallway; “What are You doing up so late?”
"Nothing, just watching a movie."
Her languid response of "Um Hmm" said she didn't believe
me, but wasn't going to push it.
"Well just hurry up and finish, huh? You know mom hates it
when you're late for church.” Her tone implied a double
meaning.
Back to this morning’s shower.
I heard the toilet lid close, followed by a strong flush. “Damn
it!” The sudden blast of scalding water led to my frantic
overcompensation on the shower knobs, causing my cock getting a
blast of ice cold ‘therapy.’ I finally got the mix
adjusted, but as I looked down at my now totally flaccid penis and
frustratingly full balls, I knew the only thing being finished right
now was my shower. I rinsed, turned off the water, and stepped out.
As I toweled off, my mind drifted to all the things I had coming
up in the next few months. After tucking in my towel around my waist,
I opened the bathroom door to abate the steam, so I could eventually
check my hair in the mirror. I brushed my teeth while thinking about
things like finding a prom date, making sure my summer job was set
up, and getting ready for college in the fall.
As I went through the rest of my morning toiletry routine, several
thoughts meandered through my head, but I was brought back to earth
as my gaze fell on the bathroom window. The blinds were inexplicably
drawn up so that this small window looked directly at Sarah's bedroom
window, and as the fog cleared from the glass, it revealed the
beautiful redhead whose lips I had just minutes ago been fantasizing
were sliding up and down my cock. There she was, almost topless, with
only a sheer black underwire bra shielding her perfect breasts from
my eyes.
She moved around her room casually, looking for a top for the day,
but I froze. I'd caught a glimpse of her puttering around in her room
from time to time over the years, but usually it was as a silhouette
through curtains, and always fully clothed. Her curtains must have
been broken now, as this was a straight shot right into her bedroom,
the morning sun illuminating her pale cleavage like a beacon.
I flicked off the bathroom light, shut the door, & clicked the
lock. Standing there in the dark room, I could see Sarah, but all she
saw was a screened dark bathroom window.
Sarah and I were friendly, but I don't know if I'd say we were
friends. We had lived only feet from each other for many years, and
had grown up going to school together, but we never really traveled
in the same social circles. Regardless, as the years went by she
developed into the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I was just too
petrified by her beauty, and my own inexperience, to really do
anything about it. Outgoing but private, I had no idea if she had a
boyfriend, a girlfriend or what. My hormone-addled brain was dying to
know her sexual history, and I had spent many nights imagining all
its details for my own pleasure.
I felt the blood start to return to my cock, but another impatient
knock on the door from Alexa snapped me out of it.
“Use the other bathroom,” I yelled in a defiant tone.
When I looked back, Sarah had gone, and instinctually my
hand sprung to close the blinds, not wanting anyone to be privy to
the magic portal I had just discovered.
The image of those busty, freckled tits stayed fresh in my mind as
I got dressed. I wondered what her nipples tasted like. What her tits
would feel like wrapped around my cock. How slowly my cum would slide
down between them. Jesus I just wish I had cum in the shower. I
really needed to snap out of this.
The smell of bacon brought me back to earth as I entered the
kitchen. I looked toward the stove and saw another lovely sight; two
long, athletic legs leading up to the shortest shorts humanly
imaginable. Inside those shorts was an apple of an ass, and above
that, a tight, spaghetti-strap tank top covered a long, tight back
leading up to a messy bun of dirty blonde hair, with headphones on
each ear.. The whole package gyrated slowly to a song only she could
hear as she made herself breakfast. The blood once again started its
pilgrimage to my cock.
"Hey, neighbor," I greeted Stephanie as I opened the
fridge door in an attempt to hide my arousal.
"Oh, hey, Timmy!" she said as she whirled around to
greet me. She knew I hated the name Timmy, but she never passed up a
chance to tease me. It was clear when she turned around, that she had
stayed the night, as her nipples were clearly visible through the
tight fabric of the tank top. As the only man in the house, and not
much of a threat at that, Stephanie was always very relaxed when she
was here, which meant she had no problem hanging around in whatever
she slept in. Alexa would usually follow suit, and their sleepovers
generally meant a parade of unfettered tits and nipples covered only
by the thinnest of garments. This was both heaven and hell for any
boy my age. Even now my eyes couldn't help but lock in on her perfect
tits, and she caught me staring before I could look away.
"Are you staring at my tits, Timmy?" she said with a wry
smile. I scrambled and focused on something else to cover my ogling.
"Nah, I'm staring at that hickey on your uh, chest. You fall
asleep on the vacuum again?"
"Very funny," she chuckled, "I bet you'd love to
know where I got it, wouldn't you, perv?" It was true. I blew it
off and tried to seem cool, but goddamn it was true. The little deep
red mark peeked out from the hem of her tank top, on the inside of
her right breast and it was driving me mad. Did she get it last
night? Did she get it. from Alexa?
I'd never seen Stephanie with a boyfriend, and due to all the time
the 2 girls spent together, I naturally wondered if Stephanie and
Alexa were a little more than just friends. Stephanie’s
upstairs unit was laid out fairly similar to ours, so her bedroom was
right above mine, which meant I could hear loud music and girlish
giggles pulse through the floor every time they hung out. Then one
night, when it was extra quiet, the sounds of faint moaning snuck
their way through the floorboards, in through my ears, and directly
down to my dick. I was too shocked to do anything but sit there with
an intense hard on; Alexa wasn't home; was she up there with
Stephanie? Did she have those long legs wrapped around my
step-sister's head? The fact that I was over hearing something so
personal, made it taboo and voyeuristic, and hot as hell. I tried to
keep the incident out of my mind, but when I heard those sexy little
whimpers trickle down a second occasion, a third, I couldn't ignore
it. Sometimes Alexa was home, sometimes she wasn't, and I'd listen
closely, stroking along, wondering if Stephanie was touching herself,
or if Alexa was touching her, or licking her tight cunt, or even if
that tight cunt was wrapped around a hard cock. I'd match her
intensity, getting faster and faster as she lost control, until the
sexiest sound a woman can make freed itself from her mouth in a
unique short-short-long pattern of ecstasy, and I would cum so hard I
almost blacked out.
"Have fun on your trip," I managed to choke out through
a suddenly dry mouth. I grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge and went
on my way. Today had been quite the test already, so heading off to
church with my step-mom seemed like a great way to get my mind out of
the gutter.
Or so I thought.
Despite working a dangerous job being a cop, my dad was never
really one for religion. Neither was Kelly, my step mother, at least
not until the night dad got injured in the line of duty. He passed
away after two weeks in a coma, but Kelly's prayers never stopped.
She found a great church shortly after we lost him, and the community
of parishioners helped her, helped all of us, through a very
difficult time. Alexa stopped going once she went off to college, but
I continued to go with Kelly every week I could. I don't know if I
believed any of it, but I knew me being there was soothing for Kelly,
so I did it to make her feel good. I also did it because I missed my
dad, and sometimes it really did help. One of the perks as well was a
great youth ministry that introduced me to new kids from different
nearby towns.
When I arrived, late as always; I was greeted by a warm smile and
a discreet wave from the pastor's daughter, Christine. A cute
brunette Italian girl, with a sexy, smokey voice, I had developed a
crush on her almost immediately. She had a style that was
conservative, but definitely not prudish, a tantalizing dichotomy
that was on full display the first summer we met. Big, baggy t-shirts
would hang loose, revealing little form, while also giving just the
slightest suggestion of the small, perky tits underneath. Below were
short shorts, revealing long, strong legs formed by years of running
track, and skin that seemed to have a warm, perpetual tan regardless
of the season.
A kind heart with a beautiful soul, Christine welcomed me into the
church's youth social scene immediately and we became fast friends. I
say emphasize friends, because I quickly learned Christine had a long
time boyfriend named Eric. Eric was a good guy, but he wasn't a
church goer, much to her father's dismay, and it was a source of much
struggle for Christine as well. Having one foot in the godly world
and one foot in the secular world can be very confusing, especially
at our age. You see, despite being the pastor's daughter, Christine
was still a red-blooded, 18 year old girl with wants and needs that
boiled hot and furious just like everyone else. Christine trusted and
confided in me, and while she never went into detail, I knew the
pastor's daughter was doing SOMETHiNG sinful with her boyfriend; I
just didn't know exactly what. This made my imagination run wild, but
she was my friend, and doing her best to stay a good Christian girl,
so I tried to ignore those thoughts as much as possible. I didn't
always succeed.
After the service my eyes scanned the congregation as everyone
milled about. They fell on a face I hadn't seen in quite a while; a
face that sent a slight tingle straight to my painfully full balls;
Rachel. Tall, with long, strawberry blonde hair, Rachel was
definitely what would be called thicc. Cute and innocent-looking with
big doe eyes, Rachel by far had the biggest tits I’d seen of
any girl my age. Sturdy bras held up her two talents while a tasteful
sundress gave a hint of deep cleavage, and hung off the crest of a
plump ass and thick thighs. Another longtime friend of mine, Rachel
and her family belonged to two churches, so It was a rare treat to
see her in person. To the casual onlooker it wouldn't seem like she
and I had much of a relationship, as we generally didn't do much more
than a smile and wave or a quick hello, but she and I actually had a
very lively online relationship that saw us talking digitally almost
every day. We'd chat about everything and anything as two teenagers
growing up in the world. I enjoyed talking to her, but things never
got particularly saucy. I'd complain about girls and she'd humor my
grumblings, but when it came to Rachel and boys, there didn't seem to
be much there to talk about. She was very clear she was saving her
virginity for marriage, and that's generally where things would end.
Even so, there was many a night where after one of our long digital
conversations I'd massage my cock to completion, while wondering what
she did with those magnificent, innocent tits when she was all alone.
Making a bee line for me through the crowd now was Christine.
After a big hug we chatted a bit, but I could tell something was off.
It was a normal routine for Christine and I to take a drive and hang
out after church, so we said our quick goodbyes, hopped in my car,
and headed off to get milkshakes. Sitting in the parking lot, I
decided to try and get to the bottom of what was bothering my friend.
"So what's up? You're being awfully quiet." I glanced
over at her, taking note of her outfit. Today she was wearing a nice
tasteful blouse, but her legs were on full display, reaching out from
beneath a knee length skirt, which I noticed was currently bunched up
tantalizingly at mid-thigh.
"It's nothing, it's just," she paused, shifting her legs
together nervously,
"it's just, Eric. Well, actually, it's really me."
"Go on," I said, watching her pick the hem of her skirt.
"I'm just worried about what comes next. For us, Eric and me.
College starts soon and we're going to be so far away from each
other, and I'm. I'm worried there's not enough, you know, incentive
to keep a long distance thing going."
I thought I had a feeling where this was going.
"You mean you think because you're not having sex with him
he'll find greener grass somewhere else?"
"Well, sort of, I mean. Can I; can I tell you something?"
She started to blush.
"Of course," I said. My cock twitched.
"Well, Eric and I. we've always tried to keep each other.
satisfied. but a couple of times it's just. the heat just got too
much to bear, and we. had sex."
"Oh no way!" I said, trying to play it cool while
secretly my mind started racing. I shifted to hide my growing
erection as any previous attempt to keep my thoughts of Christine
chaste were instantly gone. I imagined her on her hands and knees,
that tasteful skirt bunched up around her waist with her hot ass in
the air, moaning in ecstasy as her tight, proper cunt got stuffed
with a hot, throbbing cock. My fantasy was short-lived however.
"Yeah, only a couple times, because honestly. I just really
couldn't enjoy it. He was a total gentleman and all, but the whole
time I couldn't stop thinking that I was doing something wrong;
something bad. And not in a hot way." My dick was deflating as I
listened to my friend's legit crisis. "I was so uncomfortable
every time, we could never really get going, and he wouldn't even.
you know. cum."
My cock twitched with life again slightly. Even though
this wasn't a sexy situation, I couldn't help but note the
hotness of hearing the pastor's daughter talk about cum.
"And so you're worried that he's going to get to college and
find a girl who's not uncomfortable about it and forgets about you?"
"Actually no, I'm worried about me. I'm worried that this is
my body telling me I'm not with the right person, and that I need to
be with someone more; godly."
Now don't get ahead of yourself, she wasn't talking about me; she
knows I'm not much more than a weekend warrior for Christ, and this
was something that was clearly weighing on her quite heavily. The
sins of the flesh were bringing her to a serious cross road, and she
had some hard decisions ahead of her.
"You know, one thing I know for sure is that I trust you.
You've always had a great mind for my shit, and that's why I know
that if you trust yourself, trust your gut, you're going to make the
right decision." I assured her.
She smiled that warm smile, and I thought I saw her tan
thighs ever so slightly squeeze together.
We finished our milkshakes, and I drove her home. Every so often
I'd catch her eye and she'd smile again, as the late afternoon wind
whipped her chocolate hair around in a frenzy. Before she got out,
she leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and said "thanks Tim.
You're a
1 hr 7 min
November 02 Seducing the Shy Guy: Part 3
Seducing the
Shy Guy: Part 3.
Olivia and a more confident Corey get together
again.
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Around 5:00 pm on Tuesday,
Olivia sent Corey a text message.
Olivia: Still interested in
getting together tomorrow?
Olivia started laughing when
the reply came back almost before she hit the send key.
Corey: Yes!
Olivia: Meet me at the
Starbucks by the high school at 10:00, okay?
Corey: OK. Looking Very
forward to seeing you!
Olivia smiled as she tagged
his text with a heart.

At 9:59 Wednesday morning,
Corey walked into Starbucks. He scanned the area and quickly saw
Olivia sitting in the corner. As he walked toward her, she looked up,
and they both smiled at each other. Olivia was wearing a white halter
top that hugged her small breasts. Corey's smile got even bigger when
he got closer.
"Hi, my name's Corey.
Would it be okay if I sat here?"
Olivia smiled, but before she
even answered, Corey continued.
"Don't worry, it's okay
if you say no. I'm not a weirdo, and I won't create a scene if you
prefer I not sit here."
Olivia was almost laughing by
this point.
"So, tell me.; Was it
Cary?" she started.
"Corey," he
corrected her.
"So, tell me, Corey, why
did you want to sit here?"
"Would you like me to
make up some answer about this being my favorite table, or should I
just tell you the truth; that I wanted to meet the prettiest girl in
the place."
Olivia tapped her fingernails
on the table as she looked up at Corey.
"Well, I think you're
full of shit, but I like your style." As she tipped her hand
toward the available chair, she continued, "have a seat."
Corey sat down.
"So," Olivia
continued, "you seem to be pretty smooth. Are you always this
self-confident when meeting new women?"
Corey couldn't take it
anymore and started laughing hysterically. Olivia followed right
behind. Other people in the store turned their heads toward the two
of them.
When they finally calmed
down, Olivia looked at Corey.
"You know, it wouldn't
be unreasonable for you to do that with a girl you didn't know."
"Olivia, you've done
wonders to make me feel like I could be a little
more comfortable with a woman I just met at a party or in some other
group environment, but I don't think I'm quite ready to walk up to
someone out of the blue and say anything like that."
"You Could do that,
Corey. You're cute, and I liked the qualifier that you're not a
weirdo. But for now, go order your drink."
Corey got his drink and came
back to the table.
"I wanted to talk to you
before we went back to my house," Olivia said. "What I did
the other day with you; I'm not even sure why I did it. I mean, when
Melissa said something about you being shy, it just hit me hard
because it reminded me so much of me when I graduated high school.
Now, I don't go around looking for shy guys;" Olivia looked
around to see how close people were sitting next to them, and she
leaned forward as she lowered her voice to almost a whisper before
continuing, "just to be their first fuck." Sitting back and
returning to a normal voice, she went on. "But, of course, I
know you. I've known you for a long time. And you've always been nice
to me. So, I wanted to help you out."
She paused and took a sip of
her drink.
"And truthfully, I
wasn't sure if I could really go through with it. But I'm really glad
I did."
"Me, too!" Corey
added, causing both of them to smile.
"I just wanted to get
that off my chest," Olivia continued, again in a soft voice.
"And I didn't want to just have you come to my house, fuck me,
and leave. That's why I wanted to meet here. I hope that's okay."
Corey chuckled.
"Jesus, Olivia, you
think I'd complain about spending time with you just talking? I mean,
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been thinking about stuff I hope
we'll do. But even being here with you is really nice." Then,
after a short pause, he continued, "But don't worry. I know I'm
not your boyfriend, and you're not my girlfriend. But we can just be
friends, right?"
Olivia reached across the
table and took Corey's hand in hers.
"Yes, Corey, we can just
be friends." Again lowering her voice, she said, "Friends
who sometimes fuck!"
They both smiled at each
other.
"Come on", Olivia
said. "Let's go for a walk."
They grabbed their drinks and
walked out the door. Olivia took Corey's hand in hers and turned
toward the high school. They walked the short distance in silence,
but as they crossed the final street and arrived at the actual
campus, Olivia stopped.
"I walk around here
sometimes. For some reason, I find it peaceful and calming. But I
actually have very conflicting feelings about my days here. On the
one hand, I loved high school. I had a bunch of girlfriends; mostly
because your sister brought me into her group. Even in the group, I
wasn't one of the popular kids at school."
Corey looked surprised.
"Really? But you were a
cheerleader? All the cheerleaders were popular."
Olivia laughed.
"I was only a
cheerleader because your sister forced me to try out. I was always a
little embarrassed when I was wearing my cheerleading outfit or we
were performing."
"Huh? Half the girls
were jealous they weren't cheerleaders, and all the guys loved
watching the cheerleaders. Why were you uncomfortable?"
"The guys weren't
looking at me when we performed. The were looking at the other girls.
The ones with big boobs and bouncy hair." Then she laughed. "And
bouncy boobs."
Corey turned Olivia toward
him, grabbing each of her hands in his.
"This guy was watching
you. Every. Single. Time."
Olivia smiled and gave Corey
a big hug, being careful not to spill her coffee.
"I'd call you a liar and
say you were just saying that to get in my pants, except you already
did," she said laughing. "Thank you, Corey. Good to know
there was at least one guy watching me."
She continued holding one of
Corey's hands as the continued walking.
"But as much as I
enjoyed spending time with my girlfriends, I was always depressed
about not having a boyfriend. Or not really even dating. It was
hard."
They continued walking in
silence. She led them over to the football field, where a couple of
guys were running on the asphalt track that circled the field. They
both tossed their empty cups in a garbage can.
"I spent a lot of time
here performing our routines and watching games," she said.
"Me, too," Corey
said.
"Really? I don't
remember you in your cheerleading outfit. I bet you looked hot,"
Olivia said, laughing.
"Uh, yeah, I meant
watching the games."
"Yeah, I know," she
said, again laughing.
They walked past the stands
and then continued walking behind them.
"Do you think all the
rumors were true?" Olivia asked.
"What rumors?"
Still holding his hand,
Olivia led them behind the stands.
"You know; that after
practice, some of the cheerleaders gave guys blowjobs here."
Corey laughed.
"I really don't know. I
can assure it never happened to me."
"Yeah, I was never
involved in that either."
Still holding Corey's hand,
Olivia started walking under the stands, weaving between the metal
structure until they were 15 or 20 feet in.
"I can't believe anyone
would really do that here. It's not exactly romantic," she said.
"But I guess there's the thrill of being out in public;
especially under the bleachers." She looked around and said,
"Let's find out!"
Suddenly she knelt down and
unhooked Corey's belt.
"What are you doing?"
Corey almost yelled in shock.
Olivia looked up at him and
smiled.
"What do you think I'm
doing?" she answered while unbuttoning his pants and unzipping
them.
"There are people on the
track!" Corey cried. "And anyone could walk by", he
protested but extended the last word as Olivia started rubbing his
dick through his underwear.
She ignored him as she pulled
down his pants and underwear. She grabbed his dick and gave it a lick
from base to tip.
"So do you want me to
stop?" she asked before sticking the tip of his dick in her
mouth and tickling his balls.
"No; no; no; please
don't stop."
"Are you sure?" she
asked immediately before sliding her lips down his dick a few inches,
stopping before it hit her throat.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
After fifteen seconds of
sliding his dick in and out of her mouth while stroking the part
beyond her mouth, she pulled her mouth away.
"You sure you're not
afraid of us getting caught?"
Then she went right back to
sucking and stroking.
"I don't care about
that. Please don't stop."
Olivia smiled to herself as
she continued sucking on his dick, paying special attention to the
part just behind the head. She knew she couldn't take his dick very
deep, as she always gagged. And truth be told, she hadn't given a lot
of blowjobs. But today, she was really turned on by the thought of
doing it outside, under the stands, where they really could get
caught. And she liked doing it to Corey.
As she continued, Corey
started moaning. Corey wanted to touch Olivia somewhere; anywhere;
just to make a physical connection while she had his dick in her
mouth. But he didn't want to put his hands on her head, as he didn't
want her to think he was going to start forcing mouth her further
down his dick, like he'd seen in porn videos. So, he just used three
fingers of his right hand to run his fingers through her hair on the
side of her head. Olivia closed her eyes for a second when she felt
him stroke her head.
After a couple of minutes,
Olivia pulled away for just a second, stroking his entire dick with
her hand, as she whispered, "tell me before you cum."
Corey grunted acknowledgment
and moaned again when his dick went back in her mouth. After another
few minutes, Olivia slowly strummed Corey's balls.
"Oh, God!" he cried
out.
After just another minute,
Corey desperately, but quietly, roared, "I'm gonna cum!"
Olivia pulled his dick out of
her mouth and continued stroking his full length, pointing his dick
away from her, and continuing to tickle his balls. After five
seconds, Corey grunted, and he shot a burst of cum. Olivia could feel
the hot liquid move through his dick, and she smiled. As she
continued stroking him, he shot four more times, his dick twitching
each time. After one more twitch, where nothing came out, Corey let
out a long sigh.
Corey put his hands around
Olivia's shoulders and lifted her up, immediately putting his lips on
hers and giving her a passionate kiss. Eventually, he pulled away.
"Jesus, Olivia, that was
unbelievable!" Suddenly, a light bulb went off, and he
remembered he was still standing outside with his pants and underwear
around his ankles.
"Uh, I'd better get
dressed before I get arrested for flashing the world," he said,
as Olivia laughed.
Once he finished buckling his
belt, he looked at Olivia, who was still smiling.
"I can't believe you did
that," he said.
"Oh, sorry," she
said. "If you prefer, I'll never do it again."
"No, no, no," Corey
quickly replied, "I'd Love for you to do it again. I was just
kinda surprised you did it here. Out in the open. Where people could
have seen us."
"Made it exciting, huh?"
she asked with a smile.
Corey laughed.
"It would have been
exciting no matter Where you did that! But, yeah, I guess it did add
a little extra; something."
With a broad smile, Olivia
grabbed Corey's left hand with her right hand, intertwining her
fingers with his.
"Come on. Let's go to my
house and see if we can do something exciting there, too."
When they got to Olivia's,
she led him upstairs to her bedroom. There was a desk with a laptop
on it and shelves above filled with books. There was a dresser with a
TV and a few pictures. Two large windows faced the front of the
house, and the sunlight coming in was bright. When Olivia closed the
door, Corey noticed a full-length mirror on the back of the door.
And, of course, there was a bed; a queen-size bed with lots of
stuffed animals on it.
As soon as Olivia closed the
door, Corey walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled
her against him.
"Let's see," he
said, looking up as if he was thinking. "She's invited me to her
room and she's standing. I wonder if she wants to do more than talk,"
he said, repeating the instructions Olivia had given him two days
ago.
"Of course I'm
standing," she said, laughing. "You didn't give me a chance
to move more than two inches from the door."
"Ah, you've discovered
my secret plan to prevent you from sitting."
He placed his lips on hers
and started to slowly kiss her. He teased his tongue into her mouth
just a bit, and then pulled back. She then repeated the move as they
kissed like lovers who had known each other for years. The kiss was
passionate, but not rushed or desperate, and each of them let out
occasional moans. Corey slipped both hands down to Olivia's butt,
squeezing each cheek as he pulled her body against his hard dick.
They ground their bodies against each other, and both were incredibly
excited.
They continued kissing for
quite a while, letting the desire build. Then, without breaking the
kiss, Corey moved one hand from Olivia's butt to her breast, first
squeezing her entire breast and then gently pinching her hard nipple
that poked through her top.
"Hmm," Olivia
moaned as waves of pleasure shot from her nipples through breasts to
her entire body.
Corey finally broke the kiss
and turned Olivia around, so her back was to him, and they were both
facing the mirror on the back of the door. Corey watched in the
mirror as he ran both hands up Olivia's body and onto her breasts,
again squeezing them and then pinching her nipples as he pushed his
hard dick against her back. She sighed and closed her eyes. He
continued massaging her breasts for a minute before moving his hands
behind her neck and untying the bow of her halter top. He pulled the
upper portion down until her breasts came into view.
Looking into the mirror,
Corey got incredibly excited. Olivia's dark red areolas looked
incredible against her lighter skin. "Jesus, Olivia, you are so
fucking beautiful. I could look at your body all day long."
Olivia smiled. She liked the
way Corey looked at her and the way he appreciated her
less-than-giant breasts.
As Corey gently thrust his
pelvis into Olivia's butt, he slid his hands up her body and onto
those bare breasts he loved so much. He squeezed them both, and they
both moaned. He kept his eyes on the mirror as he lowered his head to
kiss the side of Olivia's neck while he continued pumping her
breasts. Olivia closed her eyes as she moaned. He continued caressing
her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples between his middle
finger and his thumb, as he slowly kissed the back of neck, then the
other side, then softly sucked on her
0 min
November 01 Seducing the Shy Guy: Part 2
Seducing the
Shy Guy: Part 2.
Another of his sister's friends wants to "help"
Corey.
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Gina/
Neither of them moved for
five minutes. Finally, Olivia lifted her head and smiled at a smiling
Corey.
"Hold the end of the
condom so it doesn't slip off when I get off of you," Olivia
said.
After Corey squeezed his hand
between them and grabbed the condom, Olivia lifted her body and
rolled to the side.
"Wrap it in tissue and
throw it out; not in the toilet," she said.
He got out of bed and
followed her instructions. When he came back, Olivia already had her
panties and bra on.
"Olivia...," he
started, but she cut him off.
"Don't say anything,
Corey. Just listen to me. That was fantastic. You made me feel
wonderful. I really liked that. But just because a girl has sex with
you, it doesn't mean she's your girlfriend. It doesn't mean anything
has changed. It doesn't mean she wants to fuck you again, okay?"
Corey nodded, but he was
really disappointed. He understood Olivia was telling him this was a
one and done. As Olivia continued getting dressed, Corey just
watched. When she was done, he had to say something.
"Olivia?"
She looked at him.
"I understood what you
said. I won't bug you or get weird with you, okay? I just wanted to
say thank you. Not only do I appreciate that you did that, but it was
also so much better than I possibly dreamed it would be. And most of
that is because it was you. I've always thought you were hottest of
Melissa's friends, and I never could have imagined this. So, thank
you." Then after a short pause, he said, "Okay, I'm done. I
won't bother you anymore."
Olivia, who had been staring
at him the whole time, broke into a huge smile. She walked over to
him and gave him a short kiss on the lips.
"You're welcome, Corey.
And thank you for saying that. I hope you'll feel a little more
comfortable with other girls. Soon, you'll be sleeping with every
girl at college."
Corey laughed.
"Yeah, I don't think so.
But a guy can dream."
When Olivia got to the door,
she opened it and then stopped. She turned back toward Corey.
"Corey?"
"Yeah?" he said,
obviously sorry that this was over.
"It's good that you
understand this doesn't mean we're going to do it again. But; it
doesn't mean we CAN'T do it again. So, if you want to, you can come
over to my house Wednesday morning, and we can fuck some more. But
it's okay if you don't want to; I won't keep bugging you." She
forced herself to feign a sad look as if she was worried Corey would
say no.
Corey's eyes popped open. He
couldn't believe what Olivia just said.
"Really?" he asked.
"Uh huh," she said
with a big smile.
"Oh, yeah! Thanks,
Olivia! I'd like that."
Olivia flashed him a big
smile. "Okay. See you Wednesday. Bye."
Just as Olivia was about to
walk out the front door of the house, she started laughing when, from
the other end of the house, she heard Corey yell, "Holy Mother
fuck!"

For ten minutes after Olivia
left, Corey just lay on his bed with a shit-eating grin, staring at
the ceiling. He couldn't believe he had just had sex with her.
OLIVIA! A girl he fantasized about. And he couldn't believe she had
invited him to come to her house in two days to continue the fun.
The rest of the afternoon, he
spent a lot of time on the internet. He wanted to be ready for Olivia
on Wednesday. He wanted to do whatever he could to make her feel
really good. He knew what he wanted to do, and he wanted to make sure
he was doing it right. He wanted to make sure he knew how to give her
an orgasm when he went down on her.
Of course, the internet can
be a wonderful source of information; especially when half the
information contradicts the other half. When Corey was reading
articles with titles like, "How to Eat Pussy" or "What
Women Want When You Go Down on Them", he found some information
that seemed to be consistent; but not always. One article said, "Draw
the letters of the alphabet with your tongue on her clit."
Another said, "Whatever you do, don't draw the letters of the
alphabet with your tongue on her clit." But Corey looked for
those techniques that seemed to pop up consistently on multiple
pages, and he had a good idea; at least in his head; of what he
wanted to do when he got the chance.
That night, his dad grilled
chicken breasts, his mom made a salad and some side dishes, and they
all sat around the kitchen table eating, laughing, and teasing each
other. On his first long break after his first semester at college,
this family time made him happy.
That night, Melissa came into
his room again. As usual, she sat on his bed.
"You seemed really happy
tonight. Something happen today?" she asked.
For half a second, Corey
wondered if Melissa knew. But her facial expression made him believe
it was a legitimate question, with Melissa just being herself and
caring about Corey.
"Nah, I'm just happy to
have the stress of finals in the rear-view mirror. It's nice to have
family meals again."
"Yeah, I know what you
mean," Melissa said. "As much fun as it can be at college,
I sometimes miss the four of us just laughing with each other. It
reminds me of when we were kids."
Corey smiled. He felt the
same way. And for some reason, thinking about this made him get a
little choked up.
"You know, I love you,
Melissa."
Melissa seemed surprised by
the statement. She wasn't surprised he loved her; she was surprised
he said it. But then she flashed back to dinner with everyone tonight
and thought about when they were younger, and she got a little
emotional, too. She got on her knees and leaned into Corey to hug
him.
"I love you too, Corey,"
she said as she squeezed him tight.
Corey held her as tight as
she held him. For a couple of seconds, he only thought about his love
for his sister. But then, he thought about the feeling of her breasts
smashing against his chest. And it felt good.
Corey never thought about
Melissa in a sexual way. Of course, he thought she was beautiful, and
he thought she had a great body. EVERYONE thought that. But feeling
her bra-less breasts push against him was different. Maybe it was
because of what happened today. But whatever it was, he realized he
shouldn't be thinking about her that way.
He quickly released her and
looked at her.
"Stop that or you're
going to make me cry," he said, causing Melissa to laugh.
Melissa got up and walked
toward the door.
"Goodnight," she
said.
"Goodnight," he
replied.
After he finished a little
browsing on his phone, Corey set it down and turned off the light. He
grabbed some Kleenex and pulled his pajamas down. He closed his eyes
and pictured Olivia's naked body as he stroked his dick. He re-lived
the activity from earlier in the day. He imagined he was touching
Olivia's breasts and pinching her nipples. He remembered when Olivia
stroked his dick. He started stroking faster as he pictured the
moment when he slipped his dick into her. He had fantasized about
Olivia in the past, but now he didn't have to imagine what her naked
body looked like. Now, he pictured the real thing as he imagined his
dick sliding in and out of her faster and faster as he stroked
himself faster and faster, until he exploded into the Kleenex,
grunting with each spurt.
When he finished, he threw
the Kleenex toward the waste basket, not sure where it landed but not
caring. He pulled up his pajamas and quickly fell asleep; with a
smile on his face.
The next morning, Corey was
sitting on the couch streaming a video when Melissa walked past.
"I'm heading out to help
Olivia find a dress for her cousin's wedding, and then we're going to
lunch. I'll see you later."
"Okay. Bye."
Half an hour later, the
doorbell rang. When Corey opened it, he was surprised to see Gina,
another of Melissa's friends.
"Hi, Corey," she
said with a big smile.
"Hi, Gina. Melissa's not
here."
"I know," she
replied. "She's dress shopping with Olivia. I left my sunglasses
in her room yesterday. Okay if I get them?"
"Yeah, sure," he
replied, as he went back to the couch to watch the video.
As Gina walked by, Corey
couldn't help but notice how good her ass looked. She was wearing
light gray yoga pants, and each round cheek was separately staring at
him, with her crack clearly defined. He smiled as she disappeared
around the corner, and he returned to his video.
Gina went to Melissa's room,
sat on the bed, and smiled to herself as she started browsing her
phone. She didn't need to look for her sunglasses; she had worn them
as she drove to Corey's house and left them in the car. The lost
sunglasses was just the excuse for coming over. She was there because
of Corey. After what Melissa said yesterday, Gina thought it would be
fun to be Corey's first.
After five minutes, Corey
heard Gina call.
"Hey, Corey, can you
come here, please?"
Corey turned off the video
and walked upstairs. Gina was standing in the hallway outside his
bedroom.
"Can I talk to you?"
she asked.
"Uh, sure," he
said, a little confused. He was even more confused when Gina walked
into his room. He followed her in, and then she went back to close
the door. She walked over to where Corey was standing.
"Can I ask you a
question?" she said.
"Sure," he replied,
almost making his reply sound like a question. He was still very
confused.
Gina put her hands on his
waist, confusing him even more.
"Melissa said you're
still kinda' shy when you're around girls."
As much as he loved Melissa,
Corey was again pissed at her for mentioning this to her girlfriends.
"You know," she
continued, "you really shouldn't be. You're smart, you're
interesting, and I hope you know you're a good-looking guy. Any girl
would probably want to kiss you."
Corey was still thinking
about being mad at Melissa, and it took him a second to process what
Gina said. All of a sudden, he stopped thinking about Melissa and was
thinking about what Olivia said yesterday.
"If she invites you to
her room and she remains standing instead of sitting, it probably
means she wants to kiss you," Olivia had said. And did Gina
really say, "any girl would want to kiss you"?
Corey quickly analyzed the
situation.
"Yeah?" Corey said.
"You think Any girl would like to kiss me?"
"Oh, yeah," Gina
said with a grin, "I'm sure they would."
Corey hesitated for just a
second, thinking it was possible he was about to get slapped. But
then he moved his head toward Gina's, tilting it so that it was
obvious what he was about to do. Instead of getting slapped, Corey
was happy to see Gina tilt her head in the opposite direction and
place her lips on his. After a short few seconds, Gina opened her
mouth. Corey followed suit and gently moved his tongue toward Gina's
mouth, where it was met halfway by her own tongue. They slowly, but
passionately kissed for quite a few minutes, and Corey was very
excited.
He tried to remember
everything Olivia had said, as he wanted to see how far Gina wanted
to go.
"Gently touch the side
of her breast," he said to himself. But just as he started to
move his hand, he mentally slapped it down. "No, goddammit, not
yet!" he mentally berated himself. "First her ass."
He slid both of his hands
down onto Gina's butt, and it felt incredible. Her yoga pants were so
thin, he felt like he was almost touching her bare ass. When he
squeezed it, it felt soft on the outside but was clearly firm deeper
down. Gina continued kissing him with no objection, so Corey pulled
her butt against him, pressing her body against his hard dick.
"Hmm," Gina groaned
without breaking the kiss. Corey took this as a good sign, and he
continued squeezing her ass and grinding against her as their kissing
got even more heated. Gina started grinding on her own power.
After five or more minutes,
Corey was ready for the next step. He thought this was dangerous, as
it was a big step from kissing and touching her butt. But he was very
excited and figured he had to try. So, he took one hand off her butt
and moved it back to the side of her waist. Then he slowly moved it
up the side of her torso. Gina's breasts were bigger than Olivia's,
so even with his hand just on the side, his entire hand was clearly
touching the side of her breast.
Not only did Gina not object,
but she let out another soft moan. Arguing with himself for a couple
of seconds, trying to decide if he could really do what he was
thinking, he finally slid his hand totally onto the front of her
breast and gave a gentle squeeze. He couldn't believe he really had
his hand on Gina's breast, and he was waiting for Gina to push him
away and ask him what the hell he was doing.
But without breaking the
kiss, Gina let out another soft "Hmm".
They continued kissing while
Corey squeezed Gina's breast over and over. Her breasts were much
bigger than Olivia's, and Corey realized that his hand didn't come
anywhere close to covering the whole thing. He was still rubbing his
dick against her and thought everything was going really well until,
he thought, Gina finally came to her senses, breaking the kiss and
stepping away from him. Corey was ready to apologize for everything
he did when Gina suddenly pulled her top off and threw it toward a
chair. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, taking
it off and throwing it toward the same chair.
Corey stared in shock.
Although fairly large, her breasts had no sag whatsoever. The were
perfectly round with fairly large, pink areola Her nipples were thick
and very hard.
"Oh God!" Corey
sighed as he saw her breasts.
Gina smiled.
"You like these, Corey?"
she asked, cupping the bottom of each one.
"Who wouldn't? They're
incredible!"
Corey Did think Gina's
breasts were incredible, and he loved looking at them, but he
actually thought Olivia's small breasts were even sexier. But he
cleverly decided not to mention that to Gina. After another two
seconds of staring, Corey put one hand on her left breast and put his
mouth on her right nipple, flicking his tongue over it quickly.
"Oh, yeah, Corey, that's
good," Gina said, as she put her hands on the back of Corey's
head.
As he continued flicking his
tongue, his hand gently pinched her nipple.
"Hmm. Pinch it harder! I
like that."
Corey complied, pinching her
nipple even harder. Her moans let him know it wasn't too hard.
Without releasing his hand, he moved his mouth to her lips, and they
kissed passionately. They were grinding against each other, and both
were breathing quickly. Gina slipped a hand between them and rubbed
up and down Corey's hard dick.
"I want this in me,"
she whispered as she pulled her head away from Corey.
She grabbed the bottom of his
T-shirt, and they both pulled it off. Gina unbuckled Corey's belt,
unhooked his pants, and pulled down his zipper. She slipped her hand
inside and rubbed his dick over his boxer-briefs, causing him to
moan. He stepped back and pushed his shorts to the floor, kicking off
his shoes and his shorts. Then he took off his socks. Gina was
watching him and then started to peel off her yoga pants. Corey put
his hands on hers to stop her.
"Can I do it, please?"
he asked.
Gina smiled and nodded. He
gave a quick kiss and suck on each nipple before he knelt on the
floor. He kissed Gina's mound through her pants. Then he put one hand
in the waistband on each side and slowly pulled them down. When her
thong came into view, Corey again kissed her mound. He finally got
the pants all the way down. Gina held on to Corey's head as she
lifted each foot and Corey removed her sandals and pants. He slowly
kissed her inner thigh higher and higher until he ran out of room. He
put his fingers in her panties and slowly pulled them down. When her
bald mound came into view, Core
0 min
October 31 Seducing the Shy Guy: Part 1
Seducing the Shy Guy: Part 1.
His sister's friend Olivia; tries to teach the
ropes to shy Corey.
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Corey was happy the semester
was finally over. His first term at college was fun, but it was
challenging. He found high school to be pretty easy, even though he
took honors classes; and then AP classes; in math and science. But
when he got to college; where lots of people were as smart as he was;
he had to work a lot harder to keep up with the pace. He was also
taking advanced classes as a freshman because he had received some
college credit from his AP classes.
The funny thing about it was
that he Liked the challenge. He especially liked the advanced Physics
class he was taking, since it gave a scientific explanation of things
everyone experiences in the world every day. And he liked the
challenge of proving he could do the work. He always loved JF Kays
speech about going to the moon, when he said, "we choose to go
to the moon not because it is easy but because it is hard."
Whenever Corey repeated the line, he always dropped the 'R' on the
last word and did a terrible job of trying to replicate JF Kays
Boston accent, pronouncing the last word "h a h d".
But now he could relax for a
few weeks during Christmas break. He lived less than two hours away,
and his parents texted to say they'd be at the dorm in fifteen
minutes.
When their car pulled up,
Corey walked outside, rolling one suitcase with some clothes. He was
surprised when the back door opened, and his sister, Melissa, stepped
out. Suddenly he had a huge smile on his face.
"Melissa!" he
yelled. "I didn't think you were back yet."
Melissa was two years older
than Corey and went to a different college. She had told him she'd be
home the day after him.
"I wanted to surprise
you," she said, just before the two embraced. "Good to see
you, Corey!"
The two siblings were always
very close even though they were, in some respects, very different.
Corey was generally quiet, shy, and uncomfortable in groups of people
who weren't his friends. Melissa, on the other hand, could show up on
another planet at a party with aliens, and within ten minutes, she'd
know all the aliens' names, and they'd all love her. She was very
popular in high school; he was not. She dated a lot in high school;
he did not.
Corey looked up to his sister
in many ways. Even though she was beautiful and very popular, she was
very down-to-earth. Some of the other pretty, popular girls in high
school were real snobs. They wouldn't even consider talking to a nerd
like Corey. But Melissa was friends with everyone. She had some
friends from the Pom Squad, some friends from her honor classes (some
of whom were a little nerdy, like Corey), and random friends she had
just made over the years. When some of her "popular"
friends made bitchy comments about someone; especially about "nerdy
guys"; Melissa would call them out. Corey wasn't sure if she was
explicitly trying to defend him or just not tolerating someone being
a jerk. But it always made him respect her even more when she'd go
against the crowd and defend people.
As they drove home, everyone
asked Corey about finals. Corey caught up with Melissa, since they
didn't talk a lot the prior week when they were both studying for
finals. On the way home, they stopped for lunch. Corey smiled when
they were all piled into a booth, with Melissa next to him and his
parents on the other side. It reminded him of his childhood, when
they'd go out as a family and laugh and make fun of each other. He
had friends who had older sisters, but none of them got along like he
and Melissa did. He always appreciated Melissa; probably more than
she realized.
That night, after everyone
got ready for bed, Corey was sitting up in his bed surfing the web on
his phone when he heard a knock on his door.
"Come in," he
yelled.
Melissa walked in wearing a
t-shirt and shorts, her standard sleeping outfit. She sat on Corey's
bed and started asking more questions about his first semester. Once
again, Corey smiled to himself as this was another event that
reminded him of his childhood. Melissa would often plop on his bed to
talk to him about everything and anything. When he started middle
school, and then high school, she also tried to give him pep talks
about girls. He was obviously very shy and didn't date in high
school, and Melissa always tried to convince him that girls would
like him if he just tried.
So, he wasn't surprised when
Melissa finally got around to asking if he had gone out with any
girls. When he said he hadn't, Melissa again turned into his personal
life coach and biggest cheer leader, telling him he didn't realize
that he's a good-looking guy and that any girl would like him if he
just talked to them. While he appreciated Melissa's concern and
confidence in him, this was not one of the conversations he enjoyed.
Like when he was in high school, Melissa left a little frustrated and
definitely feeling sad for her brother.
ON the following Monday,
Melissa had a few of her high school friends over. They were sitting
outside, just catching up on everyone's last semester. One of the
girls asked about Corey and how he liked college. Melissa let them
know he was doing well, but she briefly mentioned that he's still as
shy as he ever was. She told them she felt bad he didn't have the
confidence to talk to girls.
As soon as she heard that,
Olivia smiled to herself. Back in high school, she was Exactly like
Corey. She was shy around boys and didn't think they were interested
in her. It didn't help that some of her friends; including Melissa;
were absolutely beautiful. Some of the cheerleaders had big, curly
blond hair, big boobs, and big personalities. They knew how to do
their hair and apply makeup; a little too much, in Olivia's opinion;
to look like movie stars. Olivia had a thinner body, full B-cup
breasts, and stick-straight, pitch-black hair that went halfway down
her back. She had big, brown eyes which many would find to be
alluring. But she just didn't understand how attractive she was.
She was still uncomfortable
around boys when she left for college, but her freshman year roommate
fixed that. She was a year older, and she told Olivia she was making
it "her personal project" to help Olivia come out of her
shell. She was fine around girls; she only got nervous around guys.
So, her roommate dragged her to every party she went to and forced
her into situations where she had to talk to guys. It was a very
painful couple of months before she finally found a guy whom she
found easy to talk to. She also thought he was hot, and he ended up
being the one to take her virginity. Once she got "over the
hump", the damn broke. She suddenly realized she Could talk to
guys, that some guys thought she was hot, and sex was fun!
She felt bad for Corey; she
remembered how miserable she was before her "awakening".
She was jolted out of her
thoughts when she heard, "Hello! Earth to Olivia. Are you
there?"
"Huh?" she asked,
realizing the other girls were looking at her.
"I said we were going to
go out for lunch and then go to the mall," Melissa said. "Are
you good with that?"
"Actually, I'm not
feeling great. I think I'm going to head home. I'll catch up with you
guys later."
"You sure?" Melissa
asked. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just didn't
sleep well last night, and I'm kinda' tired," Olivia responded.
"Okay," Melissa
said, we're going to head out.
"Okay. I'm gonna go say
hi to Corey and then leave," Olivia said.
As the other girls headed
out, Olivia went inside and up the stairs. She had been in Melissa's
house a million times, so she felt quite comfortable being there
without her. When she got to Corey's room, she knocked.
"Come in," she
heard.
She opened the door, and
Corey was sitting at his desk where he had been looking through
email. He turned when the door opened, and he smiled. He always liked
Olivia.
"Hi, Corey," she
said with a smile.
"Hey, Olivia. How ya'
doing?"
"I'm good," she
said. "How about you?"
"No complaints,"
Corey said.
They chatted for a little
while before Olivia said, "Melissa said you haven't done much
dating at school."
Corey looked embarrassed and
was a little pissed at his sister.
"Why would she tell you
that?" he asked.
"It just came out when
someone asked how you were doing. Nothing to be upset about,"
she said.
"It's just not easy;"
he said, with his voice trailing off.
"You know," Olivia
said, "I used to be the same way. You know how shy I was."
"Yeah, I suppose."
"But my roommate really
forced me into situations where I'd Have to talk to guys, and
eventually it wasn't so hard. Hey, I've got an idea. Come here."
"What?" he asked,
given they were already in the same room.
"I said stand up. Now!"
she said with a laugh.
Corey got up and walked
toward her. She walked into the hallway, outside his room, and then
stopped. He followed her.
"Okay, let's pretend
we're at a party and there's some music playing."
Corey laughed.
"Seriously? Pretend
we're at a party?"
"Shut up and listen to
me. Yes, pretend we're at a party."
"Oh, okay," Corey
said in the most sarcastic voice possible. "I'm at a party."
"Okay," Olivia
continued, "now pretend you see me, and you think I'm hot."
"Well, that doesn't take
any pretending," he said.
Olivia pulled her head back
with a shocked look.
"You think I'm hot?"
Now Corey was embarrassed and
looked down.
"Well, of course I think
you're hot. Who wouldn't?"
Olivia was still surprised,
but she ignored the comment for now.
"Okay, so;" Then
she moved a few feet down the hallway. "So, you decide to come
talk to me."
Corey looked at her.
"Let's go Corey.
Remember? You think I'm hot, so you come over to talk to me. Come
here."
Corey walked the few feet to
where Olivia was leaning against the wall.
"Hi, I'm Olivia,"
she says.
Corey looks at her as if
she's crazy, but when Olivia raises her eyebrows and holds her arms
up with her palms up in a "your turn" gesture, Corey
finally goes, "Oh, hi. I'm Corey."
"Hey, look at that,"
Olivia says, "you're talking to a girl."
"So, do you like this
music?" Olivia asks.
Corey finally decides to play
the game.
"Yeah, they're not too
bad."
"Have you seen many
bands on campus," she asks.
Without thinking too much,
Corey replies, talking about some bands he's seen.
"See," Olivia said.
"Once you get going, it's not so bad. Now, if the girl is
smiling at you a lot or maybe putting her hand on your arms when
she's talking, like this;" and she places her hands on Corey's
upper arm, "then it means she's into you and wants to keep
talking. But after a while, maybe she says, 'It's kind of loud here.
You wanna go talk in my room?' That's a good sign."
Olivia puts her hand on
Corey's arm and leans into him as she says, "It's kind of loud
here. You wanna go talk in my room?"
Corey chuckles and says,
"Yeah, sure."
Olivia grabs his hand in hers
and walks the three feet to Corey's room and pulls him inside. She
closes the door and locks it.
"So, if she invites you
to her room, it probably means she likes you and wants to get to know
you better. Maybe she wants to make out. If she doesn't immediately
go and sit down but is standing, walk up to her and put your hands on
her waist, like this."
Olivia put her hands on his
waist, but Corey left his hanging down.
"Hey," she said,
"are you listening?" she said with a little chuckle. "We
just came to my room, and I didn't sit down. Put your hands on my
waist like this."
Corey smiled. He didn't know
why Olivia wanted to play this game, but he didn't want her to get
mad at him. So, he put his hands on her waist.
"So, if you get this
far, she definitely wants to at least kiss you," Olivia said.
"You should lean in and give her your best kiss."
Corey nodded, as if he
understood.
After a couple of seconds,
Olivia said, "I'm waiting."
"Huh?"
"I said, you should lean
in and give this hot girl a kiss."
Suddenly Corey realized
Olivia really expected him to do this. Now. Here. With her. He wasn't
sure why, but he thought he'd better do something. He leaned his head
forward about an inch. Olivia smiled to herself but was happy he
moved at all. She figured she'd better show him. She leaned forward,
closed her eyes, and placed her lips on his. Corey didn't move at
first, but, finally, he realized she was serious. So, he started
kissing her.
He couldn't believe this was
happening. He had kissed a few girls, but nobody as hot as Olivia.
His sister's friend. When Olivia opened her mouth, Corey did the
same. When he felt her tongue enter his mouth, he moved his hands
behind Olivia's waist and pulled her against him just a bit as they
enjoyed a passionate kiss.
Olivia was surprised he
pulled her against him, and she could tell he was getting hard. She
liked the feeling. A lot. And she started getting excited, herself.
After five minutes of
wonderful kissing, Olivia pulled her head back and smiled.
"That was nice, Corey.
Real nice."
Corey just looked at her
quietly with a smile on his face.
"So obviously she likes
making out, but now you have to figure out if she's interested in
something more. You're in her room; by the way," she said,
looking around as if to take in the whole room, "do you like the
way I decorated my room?"
Corey looked around and
smiled.
"Yes, I do. It's very
nice. We seem to have similar tastes."
"So, now it gets even
more fun. If you're in her room and she's been kissing you, she might
want more. But you've got to go slowly, because you can't assume
anything. If you do something and she stops you or says no, that's
okay. That just means she's not ready for it yet. So go back to
kissing her. From my long-term experience kissing you, she'll like
more of that."
They both smiled.
"So, something you can
do that lets her know you're interested in a little more without
freaking her out is when you're kissing her, move one of your hands
onto her ass and give it some gentle squeezes. If she doesn't object,
keep your hand there and pull her against you. If she says 'uh-uh' or
moves your hand off her butt, that's fine. Just move your hand back
to her waist and keep kissing. Let's try that."
Corey tried to process what
he heard. Did she really say, "let's try that"?
When Olivia started moving
her head forward, Corey leaned forward, and they started kissing
again. Not believing he was really doing this, he slid one hand down
onto Olivia's ass and gave it a little squeeze. It felt incredible.
Olivia softly moaned and Corey pulled her against him. She started
rubbing her pelvis a little bit against Corey's hard dick, and he let
out his own groan. They continued kissing and Corey continued
squeezing Olivia's ass, and they were both very excited.
After another ten minutes,
Olivia again pulled her head away from him, but he left his hand on
her ass.
"Hmm," she said,
"you're very good at this. You must be very experienced."
This made Corey laugh. "You should be feeling pretty good about
how it's going with your hot friend by now," she said, smiling
at calling herself a 'hot friend'. "So now you need to take the
next step, again being subtle to let her bow out gracefully if she
wants to. So, keeping the one hand on her butt, slide your other hand
up her side."
Corey did as instructed. His
hand was getting dangerously close to Olivia's breast.
36 min
October 30Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 2
Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 2
Annie continues to pursue her newfound addiction
to cock with a passion.
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I can't believe it was only two weeks ago that I experienced my
first real cock. And what a cock it was. If you are interested, read
about it in Annie's Addiction. After that fateful night, I vowed to
learn as much as I could about the allusive cock and what it could do
to me and for me. And learn I did. in fact, these past couple of
weeks have been quite the learning experience. I learned three
important lessons.
The big muscular guy in my Chemistry class did Not have as
large a cock as I thought a guy that size would have.

The black guy on the floor above me in my dorm proved that
not all black guys have large cocks.

When you are a relatively attractive woman with a great rack,
you don't have to try very hard to get cock.

That third lesson is by far the most important one that I learned,
L O L. It is also the lesson which started me on the path to see just
how many cocks I could sample. My goal in three words, All Of Them.

I know I can't try all of them, L O L. But a girl can dream. Can't
she? And right now, I am dreaming about that hunky blonde guy across
the bar, sitting at a table with two friends. Well, to be completely
honest, I am dreaming about the guy and his two friends. My God, did
I just think that? Could I do that? Would I do that? Hmm, these are
all good questions. I guess the only way to find out is to try.
"There is no try, only do or do not." Get out of my head
Yoda!!!

Looking down at my 36 F tits, which are looking amazing in
this top, while being pushed up and out by and equally amazing bra, I
think, "Yes, the force is Definitely with me." This thought
has me smiling like the Cheshire Cat, as I walk over to my possible
party of three. As I get closer, I start to wonder if I can actually
go through with this. How does one go about asking a group of guys if
they want to share me like an order of hot wings? Ouch, probably not
a good analogy. I can only imagine the burn if I got hot sauce in my
cootchie. However, I do wonder how yummy a cock would taste with some
Buffalo sauce on it? Stop thinking Annie!!! Keep your mind on the
prize, prizes, three cocks, no waiting.

The hunky guy that I have been trading glances with for the last
half hour, is watching me like a hawk, the whole way over. His
knowing grin has me a bit distracted. He clearly is a guy that has
never had a problem picking up girls, and this is definitely not the
first time a girl has made the first move and approached him. That
fucking grin is sort of pissing me off a little and is probably what
makes me change my approach tactic and lean into a very possibly
disastrous course of action.

"Hi, I'm Annie, the girl you are going home with tonight,"
I say, as I throw my hand out for him to shake. He stands there
stunned, looking from my hand to my face and back down to my hand. I
smile to myself, that I am able to throw him off his stud game.

Finally, he is able to recover his composure, and he takes my
hand, telling me, "Nice to meet you. I am James, the guy who is
going to rock your world."

"Damn, I love and hate this guy's confidence," I think
to myself, as I smile and jump up on the empty stool at their table.
As I mount the stool, I ensure that my short skirt flips up just
enough that the guys across from me can easily see the tops of my
thigh high stockings and the straps of my black lace garter.

James introduces his two friends, Dave and Charles, then the three
of them spend about 15 minutes telling my boobs all about themselves
and what they are majoring in. I guess it's my own fault. I did dress
with the intent of presenting them, so to speak. Of the three of
them, Charles is by far the most obvious about staring at my chest.
Of course, as I start thinking more about them staring at my tits,
the more I am getting excited about it. Of course, my damned nipples
respond in the way they always do. I actually see Charles' eyes get
wide with surprise, as my nipples get Very hard and Very big in my
tight, clingy top.

Addressing the elephant in the room, I tell them all, "If you
think they look big now, just wait until you see them with my bra
off." The looks on their faces are priceless. I can see that I
have shocked them, and that they are all a little embarrassed,
feeling like they got busted (yes, pun intended) staring at my tits.
I can also see that they are intrigued that I may seriously be
offering to show them my girls.

I wish I could blame my brazen slutty-ness on too much alcohol,
but to be honest, I had been milking the same beer for quite a while.
So, I am damn near stone cold sober, when I clarify, "Yes, you
Can see them, you can feel them even, if you are interested."
Deciding to go all in, I blurt out, "We can sit here all night
and you can spend a lot of money buying me drinks, hoping One of you
can take me home, or we can all just leave now and go someplace
private, where All of you can take me home and help me fulfill a
fantasy of mine."

Obviously shocked, James asks, "Seriously? All of us? Right
now?"

Running my hand up to cup my left tit and tease the obviously hard
nipple with my finger and thump, I ask them, "Do these nipples
look like they lie?" Then I tell them, "The offers on the
table, Take it now or I start looking for another group of hot guys,
The night is still young. ," I tease, as I start to look around.

They fall all over themselves grabbing their coats, as James
hurries to the bar to settle the bill. I am not gonna lie, I am
unsteady on my heels as I walk to the door between Charles and Dave.
Seeing me teetering on my heels, they each reach an arm around me and
hold me steady. I would say that this was a gentlemanly gesture, if
each of them wasn't "accidentally" crowding my boobs with
their hands.

As the cool outside air hits my very hot and flushed face, I
wonder, "What the Fuck are you doing Annie?" My fight or
flight response is kicking in Hard. The hands now cupping each of my
boobs, makes flight seem unlikely, and the size of these three men
makes fighting, an equally unlikely option. Then I realize that the
old expression is not complete, as most people know it. I realize
that for me it is, fight or flight or fuck, and fuck sounds so much
better than the other two options.

We stop at the corner of the building and wait for James to catch
up. I notice that there is an alley between the bar building and the
one next door. I think it is one of those touristy gift shops. Well,
who really cares? It is the dark scary alley that really interests
me. On a whim, I suggest, "You know, we don't have to go all the
way to your house, when we have such a nice, secluded alley right
here," I say as I point down the alley.

They all look at each other and the grins are infectious. Each
clearly likes the idea of getting down to some nasty business right
away. I think my feet actually lift off the ground as they whisk me
into the darkness. I actually think those words "whisked into
the darkness". I wonder if this is merely descriptive or
metaphorical. Then I realize, "Who fucking cares?"

To be honest, it is not completely black, here in the alley. In
fact, right above where we stop, there is a bare light beaming down
on me. It makes me feel like I am a stripper on the main stage with a
spotlight on me. Going with that vibe, I start to sway my hips, which
swings my skirt around my exposed legs, very sensually. To turn up
the heat, I run my hands over my body suggestively, dancing to music
only I can hear. Yes, in my head I am picturing Jamie Lee Curtis
dancing in "True Lies". As If I could be half as sexy as
she was.

I must be doing a pretty good job though, because I look up and
see three sets of eyes are Wide open and looking at me like they are
starving, and I am a mouthwatering steak. Hmm, I sure hope they eat
me like they are starving, To make sure that they have a Big
appetite, I teasingly grab the hem of my top and shimmy it up my
tight stomach, giving them repeated under-boob glimpses of my black
lace bra. I love watching their eyes follow my top up and down, up
and down, each time going just a little bit higher, each time
promising more and more black lace encased boobs. Then with a quick
flip up of my arms, I pull my top all the way up, exposing my
impressive rack. This would have been incredible sexy, if my head
hadn't gotten caught in my top, causing me to flail around blindly,
trying to get the damn thing off.

Thank God none of them laughed out loud, and they had the good
sense to not be grinning like jackals, when I finally freed myself.
Frustrated, I toss the top on the top of a closed dumpster. Trying to
recover my dignity, Can one be dignified while stripping for a group
of guys in a dirty alley? Well, let's assume one can, So, to recover
my dignity, I turn my back to them and make a sexy show of
unbuttoning my skirt and slowly, seductively lowering the zipper. It
must be working because I hear one of them say "Fuck Yeah,"
when the back of my skirt opens, and the waist strap of my garter
belt and the small triangle of my black lace thong reveal themselves.
I wiggle my rather full round ass, as I pull the skirt open and peel
it over my hips. After letting it hang there for a moment, just
flashing them glimpses of the nicely visible gap between my thighs, I
drop it, letting it fall to the dirty floor of the alley.

Spreading my legs, I bend at the waist to pick my skirt up. The
cool air on my wet thong strap causes Jolts of shivers to shoot from
my rapidly swelling pussy lips and puckered ass hole Straight through
my abdomen. "My God this is exciting. I could Definitely get
hooked on this feeling," I think to myself. Then I think, "If
this is what strippers feel when they are dancing for a crowd of
guys, I definitely need to think about trying that."

Turning around, I feel like my audience is getting antsy, so I
suggest, "Maybe one of you can help me get this bra off."
They actually shove each other as they each tries to get to me first.
James, clearly the Alpha of this pack of wolves, asserts his right,
and pulls me towards him. He actually slams me against his chest, as
he reaches around to unclasp my bra. My God his chest is hard and
muscled, and I may have leaked just a little right now, thinking
about the sheer masculine dominance of this man taking what he wanted
like that.

While I am slightly stunned and lost in my momentary lust filled
moment of submission, he steps back and releases my bra. The straps
slide down my arms and the cups almost Pop off of my full tits. The
feeling of the sudden cool air on my very hot and very sensitive
nipples gives me electric shocks of pleasure, and if it is humanly
possible, my nipples actually get harder and larger.

Crossing my arms under them, I cup each of my tits with my hands,
and hold them up for my adoring audience. I tease my nipples with my
thumbs, as I wink at them and ask, "Well, are you just going to
stare, or would you rather feel them for yourself? Maybe see how they
taste?" I ask as I raise my right tit up until I can suck the
nipple into my mouth. Still looking at them, I bite my nipple and
Gasp, as I realize just how fucking great that feels right now, and
how much I want to feel all of their hands and mouths and teeth on my
tits and nipples.

Charles, my boobs biggest fan from earlier, decides to make the
first move. Apparently he is a Big fan of boobs in general and he
Definitely knows his way around a pair of tits. He is a blur as his
hands and mouth move over my tits and sensitive nipples. He is doing
this suck and blow and suck and Bite thing to my nipple that actually
makes me Scream out in pleasure. Yes, I actually came from him doing,
whatever the Fuck that was, to my tits.

I must have been lost in what Charles was doing, because I don't
even remember James sliding my thong aside and slipping his fingers
in my slippery pussy. He is full on finger fucking me, as he grabs my
right hand and places it on his large and very exposed cock. "When
did he get that out?" I wonder, just before I realize, "My
God that thing is Big, It is such a hand full. I can't touch my palm
with my fingers." I weigh it in my small hand and Squeeze around
it. James must like this because he rewards me by fingering me faster
and harder.

Through blurry eyes, I look over at poor Dave, who is hesitant to
join the party. With my free hand, I reach out and give him a
come-hither motion with my finger. He is not stupid. He comes hither,
L O L. I don't even wait for him to get his head in the game, I reach
for his zipper and fumble it down and clumsily reach in to release
his hound. I am pleased with what I find in his pants. "That dog
will definitely hunt," I think as I pull his well above average
cock out and stroke it to its fully hard size.

I smile thinking that until a couple of weeks ago, I had never
even seen a real cock. Now I have one in each hand, and they are
quite impressively large. It is easy to say that these are the
largest cocks I have ever felt, since I have felt a total of three,
so far. My total is now five and there is still one more here to
unwrap. Yes, I am thinking of them as presents I am unwrapping. With
no more hands left to unwrap my final present, I wake Charles from
his revery of my tits, and tell him, "Hey Charles, you seem to
be the only one with no skin in the game, so to speak, Do you have
something to hide? Small dick maybe?"

Backing up, he tells me, "I'll show you a small dick you
fucking whore". Then he proceeds to pull out a very nice sized
cock. He is not as big as James, but definitely larger than Dave. He
is definitely in the middle, between James and Dave, which makes me a
bit jealous, because that is where I want to be, in the middle,
between James and Dave, and Charles, Hmm, the possibilities.

Snapping me out of my revery, Charles grabs a handful of my long
auburn hair and twists my head to the side and then down, telling me,
"Suck my cock bitch! Feel how "small" it is". The
way he twists my head, makes me lose balance and the only reason I
don't fall completely to the ground is because he is lowering me to
my knees, by my hair. I am not sure why I never even thought about
releasing my hands from James' and Dave's cocks, to stop my fall. I
guess it is lucky for all of us, that I didn't rip their dicks off
involuntarily. So, at least no cocks were hurt, in the making of this
picture, Hmm, pictures, that would be fucking amazing to have this
all on film. Oh well, next time maybe.

So, here I am with a big cock staring me in the face, while I also
have one in each hand. My official total is now six cocks. "Not
bad," I think to myself, "I doubled my number in just one
night." Apparently, I am taking too long thinking about my
success, because Charles starts slapping his cock back and forth
across my face. It actually feels like I am being hit with a soft
club and it makes a nice solid Thud sound each time it hits my face.
I am truly impressed by the sheer weight of the damn thing. As I open
my mouth to say something clever about it, he shoves the big thick
thing right into my mouth. I would say that I choked on my words, but
I am pretty sure it was the thick cock, that pushed all the way in
until it hit the soft spot in the back of my throat. And choke I did.

He relentlessly keeps pushing his cock into my throat, even though
he can clearly see that I am about to choke to death. I instinctively
try to release the cocks in my hands, so that I can use my hands to
prevent my imminent death by penis asphyxiation. However, James and
Dave grab my hands with theirs and keep my hands on their respective
dicks.
"What the Fuck?" Did these guys choreograph this dance?"
I think to myself, as I finally get control of my choking and can
relax my mouth and throat enough to actually start to enjoy the
feeling of Charles' cock. I even find a nice rhythm where I am
bobbing on his cock, while stroking the other two.

Charles suddenly pulls away. His cock pulls from my sucking mouth
with an audible Pop. He looks down at me and tells me, "I want
to feel those big ass tits around my cock." Then he grabs my
tits and squishes them around his cock. I have to admit, it looks
pretty fucking hot. I am fascinated as I watch him fuck his big cock
up and down between my squashed together tits. I have seen this in
porn videos before, but there is something mesmerizing seeing it done
to me, feeling it being done to me. I realize that the "done to
me" part is really increasing the arousal level of this for me.
One guy is jerking himself off using my tits, while two other guys
are basically using my hands to jerk themselves off. They are
literally using me like a sex toy, and I am fucking Loving it.

As icing on the cake of my depraved cake, Charles suddenly cums
hard, spurting cum with such velocity and power that I feel it
slapping against my lips and cheeks and yes, in my eye, and I can't
even use my hands to wipe it out of my damned eye. It is at that
moment that I discover something new about myself. Something about
this whole experience makes me actually cum Screaming, without any
penetration, whatsoever. Yes, James was finger fucking me earlier,
but right now, the only real contact is my hands on their cocks, and
one still squashed between my tits. This makes me wonder, "Is it
the feeling of being used as a sex toy? Being just a thing for these
guys to use to get off? Being degraded on my knees in a dark and
dirty alley? Or is it just the feeling of cocks that gets me off?"

I don't get to ponder this great mystery for long, as James grabs
me by my ass, and lifts it up, so I am leaning forward, bent over. He
kicks my feet apart and I realize, what James intends to do. I turn
to look back at what he is doing, when Dave grabs my face and pulls
it to face back to the front. There in front of me is little Dave,
staring me in the face. This time, I don't need to be told what to
do. I take it into my mouth and start to kiss and lick all over the
head of his cock. At that same moment, I feel James push his cock
right into me. It is a very good thing that he got me very wet finger
fucking me before, and that I just had a very nice orgasm. Otherwise,
his big thick cock pushing into me with no warning like that, would
have made me scream, and not in a good way. As it is, he is really
testing my limits. He is by far the biggest cock I have ever had
inside me, and that includes my dildo, nicknamed The Terminator. That
is a story for another time.

I am not gonna lie, I really want to do a good job sucking Dave's
cock, but what James is doing to my pussy with his cock, is taking
almost all of my attention. He is so deep inside me that I feel like
he is rearranging my organs, and he is so thick, I feel like my hips
will crack, but in a good way. After getting more used to having that
huge cock inside me, I start to feel like I will not break. He seems
to feel me relax, because he starts driving into me faster and
harder, like he wants to push his cock up through my throat, so he
can knock cocks with Dave inside me. As I think this, I feel Dave
picking up speed, as he begins hammering into my throat faster and
harder. Maybe they are trying to meet in the middle? I had heard the
term "spit roasted" before, but I didn't truly appreciate
what that meant until right now. I actually feel like they are
skewering me all the way through my body.

As I start thinking that this is probably the most "used"
I can feel. Charles surprises me by slapping my big heavy tits, which
have been swinging under me, as I am being fucked between these other
two men. He is standing over my back with a hand on each side of me,
slapping my tits back and forth lik
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Annie Rejects Her Shame: Part 1.
Annie finally rejects her abstinent life, and
finds how much joy a cock can bring her.
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Oh my God it feels so hot in my hand; and how can it be this
hard and this soft feeling at the same time?
These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real
live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are
thinking, You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking;
so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?

First, thank you for saying I'm hot. As a petite red head with a
larger than normal pair of tits, I think I'm pretty hot also, but it
is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious
home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made
a habit of checking my panties and bed sheets to make sure that I
wasn't masturbating. Yes, I realize now how twisted that sounds. But
it was how I was raised, to think that self-pleasure and sex were
mortal sins. Hell, even now I feel guilty every time I touch myself.
Not to mention that right now, I am feeling pretty wrong emotionally,
about this cock in my hands.
Although I am feeling the guilt from years of conditioning, I
can't help feeling a rush of excitement all through my body, as I
squeeze and rub this thick cock. I am assuming it is thick. I have no
basis for this judgment because, as I said several times already,
this is my first cock. All I know is that I can't get my small hand
around it and when I stack both of my hands, there is still all of
the big swollen head left sticking out. My God that head looks big. I
catch myself thinking that it looks like the helmet of one of those
stormtrooper guys from Star Wars. I have to swallow the laugh that is
threatening to burst out of me.
I trace my fingers around that big helmet, and I am surprised at
how smooth the skin is. I trace my finger along the groove in the
front and the whole cock Jumps in my hands. I look up at the guy's
face, wondering if I did something wrong or hurt him or something. I
see that he has his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his mouth is open
in an audible moan. I make a mental note that this is a good thing.
At this same time, I feel and see liquid leak out of the cock's slit.
I touch it and I like how slick it feels on my fingers. I rub it
between my thumb and finger and relish the slick feeling. Then I run
my slick fingers around the smooth cock head. I love how
slippery it feels on the smooth skin of the head. I trace my slick
fingers all around the edges of the cock's helmet.
It is like I am trying to memorize every detail of my
fascinating new plaything.
I run my other hand down to the bottom of his shaft and discover
his balls. I cup them and feel them move around in their soft
wrinkled sack. I roll them around in my fingers, enjoying how they
move so fluidly. I sort of ring my fingers around behind them and
pull them down, enjoying how the sack stretches tight and I can feel
the balls hard in my hand. I squeeze, just to see what this will feel
like. The guy almost screams out, Oh my God, Yes, when I do that. I
make another mental note, that this is a good thing. Then I wonder,
what will happen if I squeeze his balls at the same time as I rub my
finger along his tender groove? Fuck yes. he screams out, as I try
this experiment.
Well, that confirms my thesis, I smile to myself and continue to
gently pulse his big full balls in one hand, while teasing his
sensitive head with my other. I think to myself, I am so glad that he
likes this because I really love how this feels for me when I am
doing it. I start to wonder,
"How the Hell, have I never heard about how amazing
cocks and balls feel?
I have talked with quite a few other girls about their
sexual experiences, and I can't remember a single one telling me how
amazing cocks felt in their hands.
"I fucking Love this,
I think to myself as I really concentrate on the feeling of
this cock and those full balls in my hands.
Then the thought enters my head, If it feels this good in my
hands, how will it feel in my mouth? I immediately hear my mother's
voice in my head chastising me, You should be ashamed of yourself
Annabeth, for even thinking such a thing.
Then I tell the guilt wielding mother in my head, Shut the fuck up
Mother and it is Annie Nobody calls me Annabeth anymore. Then I show
her that she is no longer the boss of me, as I take this big cock
into my mouth. Well, to be honest, I take the head and maybe another
inch or so in my mouth. My God, this thing is big. Are they all This
big? I wonder to myself as I feel that swollen thick head push into
the soft spot at the roof of my mouth.
I pull my mouth off of it enough, so that I can suck my lips
around the helmet. I run my tongue around the smooth head, as I suck
my cheeks around it. Oh my God, this feels so exciting and so
naughty, I think to myself as I feel like I will pee myself from the
overwhelming exhilaration. I am suddenly yanked from my moment of
bliss, when I feel the guy's hands grab my head almost violently.
Again, thinking that I hurt him, I try to pull my mouth off of his
cock. He latches on even harder and almost begs, No, Please don't
stop keep doing That
Relieved that I am not doing it wrong, I go back to doing what I
was just doing. As I run my tongue around his smooth head and down
the shaft as far as I can reach my tongue, I moan around the cock, as
I recover my overwhelming feeling of exhilaration at the feel of this
cock on my lips, and on my tongue, and on the fleshy insides of my
cheeks. I slide all of them over and around this cock, as I
rediscover the feeling of his big balls in my hand.
Overcome by the sensations of this cock in my mouth, I can't stop
my other hand from sliding under my skirt and into my thong. Um, I am
so fucking wet. I push two fingers into my wet pussy. My pussy feels
so wet and squishy and warm around my fingers. I wonder if this is
what his cock feels when it is in my mouth. I start to imagine that
my fingers and his cock are the same. I start to push my mouth on his
cock more and more, as I push my fingers deeper and deeper inside
myself. I move up and down on his cock at the same speed as I am
pushing my fingers into me. When I begin to gag myself by forcing his
cock into my mouth so fast and so deep, I realize how fast and
desperately I am finger fucking myself. It is at that exact moment
that I push myself over the edge and cum Streaming around his cock.
I didn't realize how close he was, until at that same time, I feel
his cock swell even larger and twitch in my mouth as I feel hot
surges hitting the back of my throat. Because I am in the middle of
an uncontrolled scream,
I feel his cum continue to shoot directly down my
throat.
I can actually feel it coating my throat.
Then I start coughing uncontrollably, because, as I was
riding my overpowering orgasm, I was also desperately gasping for
breath. I hope I didn't breathe his cum into my lungs. For a fleeting
moment, I wonder if it is possible to drown from cum in my lungs?
As I get control of my breathing, I realize that I am not going to
drown. I am twice as relieved, knowing that my mother will not have
to recover my body from the university, after learning that I died by
drowning in cum, as I sucked the cock of a guy I just met. Jeff or
Jake or is it Jim? I am pretty sure it is a J name. I hope it is the
overpowering orgasm I just had that is keeping my brain from
recalling his name, and not the fact that I am a total slut who sucks
the cock of a guy she doesn't know the name of.
As I contemplate how much of a slut I really am, I start to think,
"Well, if I am going to condemn myself for being a
slut, I might as well go all the way.
In that moment, I decide that I am getting fucked for the
first time. Well, that is if this guy J.. something, can get his cock
hard again. Realizing the decision is in my hands literally I am
holding his softening cock in my hand I start to slowly squeeze and
stroke it.
Figuring that I should get J J J-dog involved in the decision, I
say to him,
"Um, I loved how your cock felt in my mouth I would
love even more to feel what he is like in my pussy You want to feel
your big, thick cock deep inside me?
Fuck Yeah, he enthusiastically agrees. Then in a more subdued way
he adds, But you got to give me a minute You know to get ready
I do in fact know what he means. I can feel his cock in my hand,
clearly not ready to do the pushing that I so desperately need right
now. It is not an unpleasant feeling though. I actually really enjoy
the soft, flexible feeling of his cock in my hand. It is not fully
soft, but just hard enough to weigh heavily in my hand. I squeeze it
and I love the way it compresses. It feels like a very warm stress
toy. I realize how much I would love to have a cock in this exact
state, when I am stressed in class or doing an assignment in my dorm.
I shake it and flop it around in my hand and love the way it moves.
I am suddenly jealous, that guys get to have these things with
them all the time. Then I wonder if they hold them and squeeze them
when they need stress relief?
He taps me on the head and rips me from the labyrinth of my
twisted thoughts. It is then that I realize that his cock is Very
much up for the task at hand again, my hand
Don't you think you should take off your clothes? Or do you just
want me to bend you over and flip up your skirt? he asks me.
Oh My, I think to myself, as I suddenly get the image in my head
of him forcing me over the arm of the couch and taking me from behind
like an animal. Battling with myself in my mind, I think I should
lead him to think I am a lady and do this in a dignified manner.
However, I realize that I fucking need this Bad and I need it Now.
Standing up, I reach under my skirt and almost tear my thong as I
pull it off my hips and down my legs. Then I turn toward the arm of
the couch and lean over it, as I spread my legs. As I turn to look
back at him, the desperate look on my face, is all the answer he
needs.
I keep looking back as he aims his cock toward my wet, waiting,
and Very willing pussy. He doesn't even use his hands as he pushes it
against my swollen and Very sensitive pussy lips. He moves back and
forth slightly, making his cock slide along my wet groove. Oh my God,
the feeling of the big smooth head is even more amazing against the
lips of my pussy, than it was against the lips of my mouth. I squeeze
my pussy, trying to kiss it to suck it into me I feel his cock start
to push my lips open. I realize that he is not moving, it is me, who
is moving back, desperately trying to fuck myself onto his cock. I
feel him slightly pull back with each of my thrust back. I look up to
see him grinning at the desperate look on my face. I finally beg out
loud,
"Please put it in Please fuck me Please Fuck me Now
Without a word he pushes his cock right into me. I gasp out loud
as I literally feel like all of the air is pushed out of my lungs. I
am not sure how deep he went with that first thrust, but I feel like
I am impaled on the damn thing. I feel so full that I am afraid I
will tear in half, if he pushes any deeper. Surprisingly, it is not
painful though. Luckily for both of us, I broke my hymen in a tragic
accidental fall on a dildo Okay, I was masturbating. I said my mother
made me feel guilty about it. I never said that I didn't do it. And
thank God that I did. This may be the first real cock inside me, but
it is Definitely not the first time I have had cock like objects
inside me. And my God, the number of cock like objects I have inside
me Well, let's just say I have been training Very hard for this
moment.
Yet, for all of the training I have done, None of it compares to
what this feels like for real. Fuck, the heat and hard flexibility of
this cock inside me It is almost indescribable. I feel like he is
entering my soul. I feel like his cock is in control of my body and
mind. I want this I want this a Lot. Then, just when I am deciding
that this feeling is better than anything I can imagine, he starts to
move slowly out and then back in and it gets better Much better. I
feel like he is turning me inside out, as he slowly pulls his cock
out of me. Then he holds it with just the head inside me, keeping me
spread so wide. I get desperate for more. Why the Fuck is he holding
it there?
I look back pleadingly. I see him smile at me with a devilish grin
and then, Slam, he pushes all the way back inside me. Three things
happen at the same time.
I feel him pound deep inside me.
His big heavy balls Slap against my WAY oversensitive clit.
I actually see stars and lose control of my legs as I cum so hard
that I am afraid I popped a blood vessel in my head.
I am not sure if I lose consciousness, but as I ride the
most amazing orgasm of my life, I feel like I am flopping around like
my whole body is made of jelly, as he continues to hammer away in and
out of me. When I feel fluids gushing out of my pussy, I am
mortified, thinking that I must have lost control of myself and peed
all over his cock, balls and thighs.
He suddenly stops fucking, with his cock half inside me. I am
afraid that he is grossed out by my loss of control. I am sure that I
will be humiliated when everyone at the university hears about "Annie
the incontinent slut . Then he surprises me by saying,
Fuck Yeah You're a squirter. I never fucked a squirter before.
That was fucking amazing.
That shit splashed out of you so hard, I felt like someone
turned a hose on me.
With my face so red that I am sure it is glowing, I ask him, So
you are not grossed out by That?
Fuck No, he answers and then starts pushing his cock back in and
out of me. I am embarrassed by the loud squishing and squelching
sounds his cock is making as he fucks in and out of me. Then I feel a
weird new feeling. It is like there is a surge of water into me with
each thrust in, and a much stronger suction with each pull out. As I
realize that I am building to another orgasm, he warns me, I got to
tell you, after I cum once, I can keep going for a Very long time
after. The thoughts of this amazing cock fucking me for a Very long
time, sends waves of exhilaration through me and I Clench around his
cock, telling him,
"Give me All you got
Fuck me hard and long

fuck me until I can't walk.
My spontaneous haiku has the desired effect, and he Slams into me
so hard that his hips Slap on my ass and it stings like he spanked me
with his hand. I feel him grab my hips with both hands. He grabs so
hard that I can feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh in the
hollows of my hip bones. Then just as quickly he releases them, and I
feel his hands reach up to unbutton my blouse. Feeling him fumbling
with them, I reach up and take over. I quickly have the buttons
undone and I wildly flap my arms trying to throw the blouse off of
me.
As my blouse finally flies off my wildly flailing arm, I feel his
hands grab my bra clasp and almost violently pull it open. Leaning
forward like I am, the bra Snaps open and falls down my arms. My 36 F
tits that were straining hard against my bra, are now free and wildly
flapping their wings trying to fly away. Well, more flopping than
flapping. With each of his hard thrusts into me, I feel my heavy tits
bounce forward and Slap against my neck and shoulders. Then I feel
them recoil and Slap back against my rib cage and under my arms. Yes,
in case you missed it, they are all natural and definitely out of my
ability to control them.
He is relentlessly fucking me, and I can already feel my heavy
tits start to ache from their wild flopping and bouncing. I am about
to reach up to catch them with my hand and arm, to try to stop the
bouncing, when I feel him reach around and cup each of my tits in his
hands. I feel him hold them just enough, so that that they jiggle and
bounce in his hands. The rubbing of my nipples on his palms is
driving me fucking insane. He Squeezes my tits and weighs them
appreciatively, as he tells me, You ve got fucking amazing tits. I
love these big fucking tits.
Then for emphasis, he takes my nipples between his fingers and
thumbs, and pulls, and rolls, and Pinches them, which pushes me over
a cliff I wasn't even sure I was standing next to. Fuck, I Scream out
loud, as once again I feel my fluids gush out of me and my arms give
out, as I fall on my face, having another overwhelming orgasm. As my
pussy squeezes and spasms around his cock inside me, I keep getting
electric shocks of overstimulation, which makes my orgasm continue
like a series of explosions that won't end. All I can think about is
the overpowering pleasure and the feeling of that cock filling me and
touching me so completely. I have never done drugs, but I imagine
this feeling of euphoria must be what drug addicts feel. I know right
then and there that I will need to feel this all the time, from now
on.
I am suddenly pulled from my post orgasm bliss, by a new
sensation. As he continues to slowly push in and out of my pussy, he
starts to lightly tease my sensitive ass hole with his thumb. It
feels like he is thrumming my sensitive ring with his thumb, like it
is a guitar string or something. There is something very naughty and
very exciting about it. It is also sending electric shocks of
excitement through my entire body with each thrum of his thumb. Each
thrum seems to short circuit my brain and it also seems to excite
every nerve inside my already overstimulated pussy. I feel my
excitement being driven higher and higher. I feel like it will become
too much for my body and mind to handle, and I will fucking explode.
Fuck, I Scream out, as he changes from a thrumming of my ass hole
to a thumping of his thumb on it. Oh my God I have Never felt
anything like this, and it is making my entire body twitch and spasm
with each thump. He is doing it at a faster pace now and I can almost
feel my pulse beating faster to match his thumping pace. I suddenly
realize that I am loudly moaning in a rhythmic pattern, Oh, Oh, Oh,
Oh, Oh, over and over, with each thump of his thumb on my ass hole. I
also realize that I am pushing back onto his cock desperately to meet
his cock pushing into me, at the same pace. I also feel myself
pushing back onto that fucking thumb, that is driving me insane.
Feeling how positively my body is reacting to his teasing, on the
next thump, he doesn't stop. He pushes his thumb right past my tight
ring. I loudly Gasp, Oh, as I feel his thumb Pop past my tight ass
hole. I notice immediately how wet and slippery his thumb is, from
all of the fluids I recently squirted all over him. I also notice
that his thumb doesn't feel anything like I thought it would. I had
thought about anal sex before, but always dismissed the idea because
I imagined that it would hurt quite badly. But this this feels Very
different than I feared it would. As I start to squeeze my ass around
his thumb, sort of getting a better feel of my sudden intruder, I
realize that he is slowly pushing and pulling it in and out of me, in
time to his cock's motion in my pussy. I realize that I Really like
this double stimulation.
I start to grind back again, pushing his cock and thumb into me
harder and faster. I suddenly feel a desperate need for more. I want
him fucking me deep and hard in both of my holes. An image enters my
brain of getting fucked like this by two different men two cocks one
in my pussy and one in my ass oh my God do I really want to feel a
cock in my ass? His cock is so much bigger than his thumb, but that
damn thumb feels so fucking good right now These are all the random,
wild thoughts racing through my head as I come to the conclusion,
Hell Yes, I want to know what his cock will feel like in my
ass.
Before I can chicken out, I turn my head back and meekly tell him,
"You can put it in my ass You know fuck my ass if
you want
"Oh God Yes, he almost shouts, as I feel him quickly pull his
cock from my pussy. I feel empty, physically and emotionally, as that
cock is suddenly ripped away from me. However, that emptiness is just
as quickly filled when I feel him push that cock right into my ass.
Fortunately for me, he didn't jam it in as deep and as fast as he did
when he first entered my pussy. However, it was hard and deep enough
to make me feel like I am trying to suck all the oxygen out of the
ai
0 min
October 29 It Happened One Night
It Happened One Night
Virgin Annie's night starts out sour but ends pretty sweet.
By ExoticaEroticaInsidaya. Listen to the
Podcast at Connected.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010
I slammed Richard's car door and stormed off. He rolled down
the window.
"Bitch!" he shouted, loud enough for everyone on
my block to hear.
His tires screeched as he hit the gas.
Richard was supposed to take me out on a date and have me
home by 12am. I looked at the cracked screen of my cellphone. It read 2am. They
were having classic movie night under the stars in Springfield Park, there were
showing Now Voyager with Paul Henreid and Bette Davis. I told my mom and
brother I wouldn't be out too late. I tried not to replay everything that
happened in the car, but I could feel a bruise forming on my back where Richard
tried to press me into the dashboard. I still tasted his blood in my mouth from
when I bit down on his lip. I had said no, twice, and I meant it. He was lucky
that I didn't do more than break his nose, punch him in the nuts and bite his
lip.
The straps on my dress were broken.
The kitchen light was still on when I cracked open the door,
but the house was quiet. Everyone was asleep. I wasn't religious, but I thanked
God Mathew wasn't awake to see the state I was in. He attended the same
university as Richard and probably knew exactly what dorm to find him in. Mathew
had a temper as it was, always getting in trouble for something. He'd kill
Richard and wind up on CNN.
The stairs creaked under my weight. I quickly ascended them.
I got to my room, stripped, hopped into the shower and let the steam take me
over. The streams of hot water stung the bruises forming on my back. I knew
better than to go out with him anyway, my brother warned me. He said Richard
had a reputation. I thought that was an ambiguous term. Reputation implied that
he knew women, how to work them up and get them all hot and bother, and in the
mood. Not drag them into a seedy back alley, park his car and grope them from
behind his steering wheel. I was so disappointed. After flirting on the phone
for weeks, I'd finally worked up the nerve to ask him out. That might've been
where I went wrong, asking him out. Mom always said a woman should never ask
out a man, but after taking my freshman feminism course I thought the hell with
it. I now had to admit it, I was more than disappointed, but more in myself. I
was forcing myself to be something I wasn't.
I never felt like any of the other girls when I was
in high school, it got worse when I started college. I wasn't like them, I
wasn't girly. They wore heels, I wore sneakers. They wore skinny jeans, I wore
sweatpants. They played volleyball, I started a touch football team. Even more
embarrassing, I wasn't experienced in a certain department that made the other
girls in my dorm grab a jar of Nutella and sit on the couch in a circle,
sharing stories; I'd never had sex. I was a virgin. A big, fat, tomboy
with a dusty vagina. My roommate asked me if I was gay and I told her no
(though I had a mega crush on Beyonc ). I made a note to explore that one day, but my
reasons were my own.
It's not that I'd never been asked out before, because I
had, just not by anyone I wanted to go out with. I didn't date just to be going
out on a date. Dad said that it's better to be single and alone, rather than
frivolous. And the right guy might see me with the wrong guy and we'd never
connect. Of course, maybe dad was being overprotective in a passive way but
something about what he said made sense. He held the same beliefs about
virginity. He pushed for me and Matt to have healthy sex lives, so he never
taught us abstinence per se, he just asked that we wait until we found the
right one. No matter who we chose, he asked that we felt it in our heart, that
there was more behind it than raging hormones. He waited for Mom. He said he
hoped I found a smart man who respected me and cared, the one. I thought
Richard would be the one. I was attracted to him, he seemed smart with all of
the things he talked about (nothing was more unattractive than a meathead), and
he listened to me like he seemed to care. So I thought, I don't know, losing it
to him not have been so bad.
Now, I didn't know if I ever wanted to lose it.
My stomach rumbled.
I slid on a pair of basketball shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I
put on my comfort socks, the ones I stole from Matt. They came all the way up
to my knees. They were for soccer, but every time I missed Matt, I'd wear them
and they made me feel safe. I was glad he was home from college for the week. I
finally had someone to go see that new action movie with. I descended the
stairs before they had a chance to creak again. I made it to the kitchen and
smiled proudly as I recalled the look on Richard's face when my fist made
contact with his nuts. I laughed. I beamed. I had taken care of myself. Dad
would've given me a high-five, after taking his shot gun from the case. I did a
happy dance. I was in such reverie I missed the slither of light peaking over
the refrigerator door. I bumped straight into it and banged someone into the
racks. My brother's college roommate, Devin, poked his head up from the other
side.
"The hell?" he said, agitated.
"What are you doing here?" I said, belligerently.
Matt didn't mention he was bringing someone home with him,
certainly not Devin.
"Some apology."
He rubbed his head.
"Who said I was giving one?"
So, this is where I say I can't stand Matt's obnoxiously hot
douchebag roommate who has mooched around our house every holiday since his
freshman year. The first time Matt came home for Fall Break with Devin, I
thought Devin was the absolute hottest man alive. I didn't normally pay much
attention to Matt's other friends, because they were all the same, all like
Matt. This one was different. Devin was smart. Mom liked him the second he
passed through our front door. I guess he kind of reminded everyone of dad. He
had the same sense of humor as dad, that same boyish grin, they were both tall
and Devin even came from the same hometown. What struck me the most about him
was how comfortable he seemed to get with our family and how fairly quickly we
seemed to get comfortable with him. That was just like dad too, making friends
with everyone, even if they couldn't stand him. If dad were still alive, he
would've probably loved Devin too.
The year Breaking Bad had just premiered Devin came home
with Matt. From the first episode I knew who the show alluded to. He was my
favorite poet. Mom couldn't figure out why Walter White's name sounded so
familiar to her. At the same time Devin and I both said, "Walt
Whitman".
At that moment, I could have sworn I felt a spark.
It might've been cute, if he didn't look so humiliated. A
few minutes later I had gotten up to use the bathroom at the end of the hall
and overheard Devin in the kitchen asking Matt if I was on Weight Watchers. My
brother caught my eye as I walked by them, cheeks flushed. I wondered why it
was that the hottest boys were the most douchiest. Ever since that moment, I
hated Devin's guts but he became like a best friend to Matt and, by default,
like a brother to me. A brother who I wanted to skate out onto a frozen lake
and push onto thin ice like in The Good Son. Mom thought Devin was an angel,
sent to Matt and our family to bring us together. It was no secret that Matt
didn't want to go to college, especially since he had taken the loans and was
supposed to start at the end of the summer when dad died. Matt would call home,
crying a lot, which I know can grate on even the best roommate's nerves but
Devin didn't seem to mind. He wasn't like Devin's other friends, he was
comfortable with people expressing their feelings. Mom would call Devin
sometimes just to ask him about Matt and she'd wind up on the phone for hours.
Still, I harbored anger towards Devin. I'd never forget the sting of his words.
Yet, Devin was family.
The way I was feeling after my date with Richard, Devin was
lucky I didn't smash the refrigerator door against his head on purpose, but
he'd probably ask what was wrong and he was so damn disarming, I'd end up
telling him. I shook my head to myself, deciding it wasn't the time. Mom had
made fried chicken for dinner. Matt took out the bowl and put it on the kitchen
island. He didn't bother to bring down a plate, he ate straight from the bowl.
I threw shade out of the corner of my eye. It was unfair how some people could
look hot even will doing the most fattiest of things, like standing shirtless
in front of a bowl of greasy poultry, nibbling on two drumsticks at once. His
body was superhuman. As he swallowed the chicken I could see it slowly make its
way down his throat. It traveled past his broad shoulders and caused each tight
muscle in his abdomen to clench as it went down. Watching him eat was like
watching the Discovery Channel. His perfect, white teeth barred down on the
fleshy fried chicken and pulled the meat from the bone with grace. I grabbed a
paper towel and reached for the bowl, but he cradled it in his hands like a
quarterback. He blocked me.
"Not enough to go around," he said with a mouth
full of chicken, but that was a lie.
There were two whole pieces left.
"This isn't your house," I snapped.
He smiled.
"Didn't you have enough to eat while you were out with
Richard?"
I grabbed a Coke out of the pantry and smacked him upside
the head as I walked out. He cussed under his breath. I wanted to sit in the
living room and watch television on the large flat screen, but it was late and
I didn't want to wake everyone up. I walked in the opposite direction, flipping
Devin the bird as I passed the kitchen again. I hadn't sat in Dad's study since
the day of his funeral. I felt a sudden pang of guilt. Abandoning the study
felt like I was abandoning Dad. The study was more "our" place
together rather than "his". I loved mom, but I had to admit she
wasn't my favorite of the two. Every kid had their favorite parent. Mine was
dad and Matt's was mom. Dad even said it once, that I was his favorite. Though
his room was dark and hadn't been sat in for a while, it still held his warmth.
Tonight, after what happened to Richard, I missed my father. I went to Dad's
large DVD collection of classic cinema. He was the one who got me into watching
black and white movies. It started with his westerns, so he could assert his
masculinity, but a majority of his movies were romance and melodramas. His
favorite actress was Bette Davis. He said she wasn't traditionally beautiful,
but there was something about her that captured a room. He said I was like
Bette Davis. Our favorite movie was Now Voyager. I ran my finger along the
dusty shelf until I came to the title. Dad let me arrange his DVDs by a dewey
decimal system, because I wanted to be a librarian in middle school. I had all
titles set up on index cards and I made everyone have their own library card.
He bought me a stamp and inkpad and leather-bound stenopad. My librarian kit
sat in a dark corner of the room.
I brushed my dusty finger on my shorts and took down the
DVD. It wasn't a flat screen, but the movie was just as radiant on dad's
outdated tube. I grabbed the quilt mom and I made dad for one Father's day and
plopped down onto the couch. I stretched my legs out on the thick cushions and pushed
the start button on the remote. The movie sprang to life. It was at the scene
when the doctor discovered the cigarettes in Bette Davis' dollhouse, when the
door to dad's study creaked. I glanced over my shoulder and frowned.
"What are you watching?" asked Devin.
I didn't say anything. He took that as an invitation to join
me. I made absolutely no effort to move my legs so that he could sit. With one
arm he lifted my legs high in the air. He sat down and let my legs go. One fell
over the edge of the couch, the other landed on his lap. He apparently didn't
care. I hissed at him, but he just fanned me away.
He still had that stupid bowl of fried chicken in his hand.
My foot was close enough to his balls, where if I made one
swift movement he'd be seeing stars, but I thought that particularly cruel.
"Now Voyager," he said, stuffing his mouth,
"I love this movie."
What did he know about Now Voyager?
He paid me no mind. As he watched, the film reflected off
his dark eyes. I couldn't get Matt to sit through one minute of a black and
white film before his ADD kicked in. It became evident that no matter how hard
I glared at Devin, he wasn't going to pay me any mind, so I left him alone. I
slid my other foot back under the quilt. Devin grabbed the end and pulled it
over his bare chest. Now I had to share my covers. I grumbled and pouted before
turning my attention back to Bette Davis.
Something poked my arm.
It was the bowl. There was one piece of fried chicken left
and he was giving it to me. I accepted it, eying him as I took a nibble. He
stared straight ahead like a zombie, enraptured by Bette Davis.
He definitely wasn't much of a movie talker. I, on the other
hand, couldn't stop biting my nails at the embarrassing moments. I used to make
dad pause the movie when things got too intense. Sometimes, I ran out of the
room. It drove him crazy, but I just couldn't bear the anxiety. Scenes like the
one where he found the tag on her dress and discovered her clothes weren't
really hers, the part where she was the only single girl at the party and not
knowing how to talk to guys, it was too much to see. I felt like me and Bette
Davis were kindred in that moment. I knew that humiliation. I didn't go out on
dates either, Bette, I didn't know how to talk to boys myself. That was, if you
didn't count my botched night with Richard. The movie was gaining some speed.
It got to the scene where they missed their ship and had to get a hotel room.
My mouth was dry from the chicken. I reached for the soda can and took a sip.
When I looked over, Devin was staring at me. He hadn't said anything for the
entire movie, why was he staring at me?
I frowned.
"What's wrong?" I said.
"You mind if I have some?" he asked, more
sheepishly than usual. I fixed my mouth to say no, but he had offered me the
chicken. I stared at the can. I had already taken a sip from it but I handed it
to him, expecting him to tilt his head back to pour some into his mouth. He put
it right up to his lips and took a long sip, his Adam's Apple balanced along
his throat as the he drank thirstily. His eyes shifted towards me as he drank.
I suddenly realized I'd been staring.
"Drink it all, why don't you," I huffed. He arched
an eyebrow at me, let out a loud burp and handed me the can. "You're so
disgusting."
He gave me that smug Cheshire cat grin, the one that brought
out his dimples. I turned the can over in my hand and tried to drink from it
casually, but for some reason it didn't feel casual. I could've sworn I saw him
glance at me out of the side of his eye again. He shifted his weight and my
other foot slipped under his thigh. When I felt his hand wrap around my ankle
as he pulled my leg up from under his and placed it onto his lap, my skin
tingled. He didn't say anything, he didn't look at me. He just adjusted his
self.
He still hadn't moved his hand from around my ankle. His
entire body was under the quilt, so I couldn't see his hand, but I could feel
it searing into me. He had never really touched me before, probably because I
couldn't stand him, but his large, warm hands gave me a strange tugging in my
stomach that I'd never felt before. I turned my legs over a little, thinking
he'd move his hand, but once I settled into place he put it right back over my
ankle. He might consciously be touching me. The thought slipped through my mind
before I could catch it, but I pushed it back, ashamed. This was Devin, my
brother's friend, mom's adopted son, the guy who thought I was a cow. I looked
down at that empty Coke can. A warm feeling spread to my cheeks anyway.
The room went dark as the scene faded to night. Paul Henreid
and Bette Davis missed their boat, their cab left them stranded in the
mountains, so they had to sleep together in front of a fire for warmth. Paul
Henried watches Bette Davis as she sleeps and plants a soft kiss on her mouth.
I'm biting my nails.
Their chemistry makes the tension almost unbearable.
Devin cleared his throat to break the awkwardness. As the
movie shifted scenes from the night they spent together to the next morning, he
asked, "How do you know Richard, anyway?"
The question was so random, it threw me. The mood instantly
changed. It was like pouring a bowl of cheerios, taking a bite, and finding the
milk had soured. Richard was the last thing I cared to think about.
"What does it matter?"
"He has a reputation, you know."
There was that word again.
"It was just a date," I said.
I left out that it was almost a crime scene.
"Some girls are so desperate," he had started to say.
The memory of his Weight Watchers comment smacked me in my skull like a
baseball bat. I didn't need criticism. I crossed my arms and attempted to
snatch my legs away from him. He held them in place. "Wait, I wasn't
talking about you," he quickly added, "I'm just saying that some of
the girls that go after him are desperate. They'd have to be. Any
self-respecting girl wouldn't be caught dead with a dude like Richard-"
"Do you think a girl who goes after what she wants
doesn't have self-respect? Do we have to wait on the man to ask us out?" I
tried to keep a balanced voice, but my confrontational side was rearing its
ugly head. Matt said I was Rosa Parks and Bell Hooks wrapped in one. "Why
is it that men always blame women for their corruption?"
He scoffed.
"Next, you'll tell me that a woman belongs in the
kitchen?"
"Yes. She should be barefoot, too. Pregnant if
possible."
"That's not funny." But his sarcastic timing was
on point.
"I didn't say anything about women's rights, it's just
the type of girls who go for Richard have one thing in mind."
"And what's that?"
I sat up straight and turned my full attention on him. His
jaw tightened. If he said something, anything off, I'd bash him upside the head
with the remote. I couldn't shake how angry I was, but Devin brought the worst
out of me sometimes. I may have been overacting, just a tad. Everything with
Richard had my nerves on edge.
"Maybe we should watch the movie?" he said.
"Mmm hmm."
I turned back to the movie, but I knew that wasn't it. If I
knew Devin, that definitely wasn't it.
"So, you expect me to say nothing? You shouldn't be
with a guy like him," he said, "you deserve better." I sucked my
teeth. He needed to leave the damn study. My cheeks were burning hot. Devin was
burying himself deeper and he knew it. He started stumbling over his words in a
way I'd never seen before. Usually, he was cool, even while pissing me off. In
fact, he never backed down from a fight with me. He loved annoying me.
"I'm just trying to warn you that he's not a good guy."
"God, already!" I said a little too loudly.
"I k
40 min
October 27 About Birds & Nests: Part 2
About Birds and Nests: Part 2
Stefan s new bed.
In 2 parts, by CichyPiotr. Listen
to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

Chapter 3: Stefan keeps
fucking me.
The next day Stefan woke me up in the morning. I looked at my
watch and it was fifteen past seven. I realized that I would not make it to the
first morning lecture. Attendance was not obligatory. However, I had to be on
time for the 10 o'clock because there were some exercises where the attendance
was obligatory.
I got up quickly and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself
for the first time knowing that I was already a woman. I looked between my legs
and saw that my slit was pink. With no more time left I washed up and got ready
to go to the university where I spent most of the day.
In the evening I got another message from Danuta asking me if
anything had changed. I wrote about the fact that I let him have intercourse. I
told her that I was no longer a virgin. Danuta could not hide her surprise at
how quickly things had turned out for me. I told her that he had taken care to
protect me and to make it as painless as possible.
If it goes on like this, it will only be a matter of time before
you tear the rubber off him and give yourself to him completely. You have probably
figured that out by now, too," said Danuta laughing at the very end of the
conversation.
''We are careful about that. You don't have to worry about it,''
I told her.
''Sure. Take care and have fun,'' said Danuta and then we ended
the conversation.
After this conversation I sat down on the sofa in the living
room and looked at my watch. Stefan was finishing his work in an hour so I had
a moment to myself. I slipped my hand under my panties. I started to touch
myself on my pussy taking advantage of the fact that I was alone. After a while
I slid down my pants and panties making it easier to access my pussy. I lay
back and rubbed my finger along my pussy wanting to bring myself to orgasm. I imagined
Stefan standing over me with his member tightened. His entire member slides
into me and then fucks me until he comes. Then I realized that I hadn't thought
of putting a rubber band on again. This made me very excited and I climaxed
right away.
After a while, when I was already out of the climax phase, a
familiar voice sobered me up.
''Are you having fun?'' Stefan asked me standing next to me.
''You're here already?'' I asked surprised, instinctively
covering my vagina.
''I left earlier. I can see that you missed me,'' said Stefan
with a smile on his lips.
''I...'' I stammered in his presence.
''You don't have to hide yourself from me,'' said Stefan and
pulled my hand away, which was covering my slit, and then he added ''You are
too beautiful to hide it, baby.''
Stefan leaned down and kissed me on the mouth and went to wash
up. After a while I got up and got dressed. Stefan and I then ate dinner
together and spent a while on the couch cuddled up in front of the TV. I
started to cuddle up to him and kissed him on the lips. I put my hand on his
pants and started rubbing against them.
''I think you feel like having fun again, don't you?'' Stefan
asked.
''I would like to,'' I replied and then added ''but not here.''
I grabbed his hand and got out of bed. I took him to my room. I
put him on the bed and started to undress. I took off my shirt and shorts and
stood naked in front of him. Stefan also undressed and freed his already erect member
from his briefs.
I lay down next to him on the bed. Stefan got down to business
and, just like the previous times, he started by licking my little pussy. He
did this until I climaxed. As usual, I needed a while to recover. In the
meantime Stefan got up and took the condom.
I watched as he pulled the condom over his member again. In some
ways I was beginning to regret that he was doing this. I was more and more
curious what it would feel like if he entered me without it. I wanted it more
and more with each passing moment, but sanity held sway so as not to lose
control.
Stefan lay down on top of me and put his member into my slit.
This time he penetrated much easier than yesterday. There was no more pain,
only pleasure. We looked into each other's eyes as he rhythmically fucked me. I
could see the desire in his eyes. After a few moments I began to feel that the
member thrusting in my slit was bringing me closer to my orgasm. I started to
moan louder and louder at which Stefan sped up and kept going deeper and
deeper. Eventually his member began to thrust against the back wall of my
vagina. With each thrust I shuddered and in no time I climaxed. I drifted off
again for a while.
After a short while I came back to myself, and Stefan, having
been impaled as deeply as possible, stood still. I lay there involuntarily as
he looked at me proudly. Then he kissed me.
''I am glad that you have come,'' said Stefan and then added
''Now it is my turn.''
Right after that, Stefan pulled out almost his whole member. Only
the head was still inside my slit. After that, Stefan pushed his whole member
in, which made me moan loudly. He started repeating this until he brought his mouth
close to my ear and announced that he was about to come.
I was curious if, like last time, he was going to come out and
cum on my pussy or tits. Maybe I would swallow all his semen again. I thought
about it for a while. I saw a familiar grimace on his face. This time, however,
his member instead of leaving my insides went in as deep as possible. Once
again it hit the back wall of my pussy and I felt it swell even more. It felt
like it was about to explode. I saw Stefan, with his eyes closed right above
me, experiencing his orgasm. But after a while he opened his eyes and fell on top
of me. I felt that his penis stopped twitching and started to shrink after a
while. Stefan started to slide out of my pussy and I saw that his member was no
longer fully swollen. There was a rubber hanging from it which was filled with
his semen at the tip. He pulled it off and handed it to me.
''If it weren't for the rubber, it would all be seeping into
your cervix,'' said Stefan, pointing at my pussy and adding ''That's how babies
are made.''
I lay there for a while staring at the used condom held in my
hand. That semen could now be inside me and fertilize me. Just the thought of
it made me shiver. After a while I poured the contents of the condom on my slit
and began to rub it in intensely.
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October 27 About Birds and Nests: Part 1
About Birds & Nests
My new Roommate
In 2 parts, by CichyPiotr. Listen
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Stories.

As usual, I went to the
university in the morning. It was cloudy and rainy. Although the weather was
not good, it did not discourage me. As a 20-something girl I was positive about
life and believed that the best was yet to come.
When I was coming home in the evening and approaching my bus stop,
I noticed a police car and an ambulance. After getting off the bus I saw that
there were two policemen standing in front of my house and the entrance was
covered with some kind of tape.
I sped up and approached the policemen.
Sorry, you can't go
through here now - said one of the policemen firmly.
But I live here. What's
going on? - I asked anxious.
I was asked to show my identity document. When I did that one of
the policemen came inside and the other one told me to wait for a while.
After literally two minutes two men came out of my house. One was
the policeman I had just seen. The other one was not dressed in uniform and
started to explain to me what was really going on.
I found out from him that my parents were dead. They died in an
accident that took place a few streets away. At that moment I stood up, not
believing what this man was saying. But he was telling a truth that I could not
accept. It was a moment in which I did not know what to do. Suddenly I was an
orphan and I would have to live with that. I was not ready for that. I hadn't
considered that possibility for the time being. But I had no choice but to do
something.
The financial situation was not too good either. It turned out that
the insurance that my parents used did not cover death in a traffic accident.
As a result, I was left with only the money that was in their bank account. The
amount of money may have been quite considerable, but as time went by I
realized that there were still some costs I had to cover. The funeral
arrangements are not free and will take up a large portion of those funds.
My best friend Danuta supported me as much as she could in this
difficult situation. She even moved in with me so I wouldn't have to be alone.
After the funeral, I realized that I would not have enough money for very long.
Together with Danuta we looked for a way out of this situation. Finally we came
to a conclusion that the only sensible solution is a roommate. So we put out an
ad and soon afterwards the first answers came.
Only men applied. Most of them were not serious and gave some
inappropriate proposals. It disgusted us so much that we added a note that we
wanted a female roommate. Unfortunately, it did not change anything and only
men of different age answered. After a few conversations we realized that we
had to choose from what we had. Time was pressing, especially since it turned
out that Danuta got a proposal to study in another city, which would be a great
opportunity for her to further develop.
We invited for an interview a 35-year-old man who lived in the
suburbs and wanted to be closer to work. His name was Stefan. Together with me,
of course, was Danuta to help me in the interview. After a short conversation
we came to an agreement that until I found a job he would cover the financial
obligations. In return I would be responsible for the house. We agreed that
there are no improper agreements and we are only roommates. Stefan agreed to
the terms and paid the rent for the current month first, as we had agreed.
Stefan was a tall and well-built guy. He worked as a financial
analyst at a company that was only a few stops from home. He would cover the
rent. I will be able to continue my education in peace. Thanks to that, in the
future I would have a well-paid job and a happy life.
For the first week the three of us lived together. Stefan turned
out to be a normal and calm guy. There was nothing in his behavior that could
seem to be wrong. Danuta and I felt that we had made the right decision. Even
the fact that he had to sleep on a fold-out and rather uncomfortable couch
didn't seem to be a problem for him.
Eleven days later Danuta had to leave. We said goodbye cordially
and promised each other that we would keep in touch.
The next day I had two lectures cancelled and I could come back
three hours earlier. I opened the door with the key and saw that my jacket and
suitcase were standing in the hallway. As I was about to enter the living room,
I saw that Stefan was lying on the bed and had his hand near his crotch. After
a moment I noticed that he was moving his hand while holding his penis.
Even though I was in my early twenties, this was the first member
I had ever seen. I lived in the conviction that learning was the most important
thing and would allow me to live a prosperous life. The time for relationships
and starting a family would still come for me. Therefore, I did not look for a
boyfriend.
Back to Stefan on the bed. I realized that he was masturbating. He
was using the fact that I was out of the house to satisfy his needs. I stood
like that for a while until his hand stopped moving and his semen shot out of
the tip. Stefan looked like he was very relieved after the semen spurted out of
his member. After a moment he stood up briskly to reach for a tissue. Without
thinking much I took a quick step away to the bathroom hoping that he did not
notice me.
For the rest of the day, Stefan did not say anything about that
situation. So I had the impression that he did not notice me. In the evening,
when Stefan went for a run, I called Danuta. I told her about what had happened
today when I got home from class.
That is quite normal.
Everybody has to satisfy themselves sometimes - said Danuta laughing.
Not necessarily - I
answered her.
On the other hand it is
probably better that he did not ask you for help. Unless you haven't mentioned
it yet, hmm... - Danuta added.
Stop it. It's disgusting -
I answered my friend.
You don't even know how
wrong you are. And just like everyone else you will find out one day - said
Danuta and then we finished talking about it because Stefan came home.
In the evening I prepared sandwiches for dinner. I am not a master
chef and I still have to learn how to cook. We ate, sat down in front of the TV
and talked in the living room.
How was college? - Stefan
asked me trying to start a conversation.
Fine - I answered shortly.
I was taking some time off
to relax at home - said Stefan.
I know... I mean I guess -
I corrected myself.
You saw how I... I was
relieving myself - said Stefan with a smile.
No... I mean yes, but... -
I started to stutter out of nervousness.
Don't worry. It is not
unusual. Everyone has to relieve themselves sometimes - Stefan said.
I don't... - I said,
feeling that this conversation was becoming more and more embarrassing for me.
Come on. You have never...
- Stefan started to say.
No. That's disgusting - I
interrupted and got up from the table. I went to my room to calm down.
After a while I read an SMS from Danuta. She asked me how things
were going with Stefan. I wrote her about what happened after dinner. Danuta
wrote back that I shouldn't exaggerate. At the end she added: "Actually,
he could also satisfy your needs if you asked him ;) if you know what I
mean". That last sentence encouraged me to think about it.
Danuta might be right. Stefan was doing it expecting to be alone.
I think I reacted too impulsively to what my roommate said. For me it is a
taboo subject. Still, my behavior was inappropriate. I should have talked to
him more calmly about what took place.
I went downstairs. Stefan was still sitting in front of the TV. I
sat down next to him and started talking.
I'm sorry for my behavior.
I reacted too impulsively. I don't talk about these things with almost anyone -
I explained my behavior.
I understand. I didn't
know you had such an attitude. I respect that - Stefan said.
I am happy - I answered
with a short smile on my lips.
If you want to talk about
these things, you can do it with me, you know - suggested Stefan.
What? - I asked surprised
Eh... About birds and bees
and satisfying your needs - Stefan explained.
I remembered what Danuta had written to me. If I asked him, he
could satisfy my needs. I don't know what that means, but maybe it would be
worth finding out. Of course, just to satisfy my curiosity and thirst for
knowledge.
Do you know much about it?
- I asked slightly abashed.
Enough so that you know
how it works - Stefan answered and then added - If you want, I can explain
everything to you.
But... we won't.... you
know.... - I said, very confused.
Relax. Just what you want
to know - said Stefan.
After a short hesitation I agreed to his proposal.
First of all, you must
know that this is not a taboo subject and that it concerns all of us. The
sooner you find out, the better for you. I don't have to tell you about the
basics of anatomy, do I? - Stefan finished his short introduction.
I know - I answered
shortly.
Girls have shells, men
have birds. Have you seen a bird before? - Stefan asked.
When you relieved yourself
- I answered.
Good. Now I will show it
to you so that you can see it close up", said Stefan and pulled down his
pants and briefs.
I saw his member lying between his legs, with some hair around it.
His testicles were hanging below him.
It may not be the most
beautiful part of the male body but it is the most sensitive. Now it is in a
state of partial rest. But when you stimulate it, it hardens and swells
up," Stefan explained.
And then what? - I asked.
It is ready for
procreation or intercourse. But you don't have to worry about that now,"
said Stefan.
Then he took my hand and brought it closer to his penis.
Don't be afraid. You can
touch it," said Stefan, and my hand touched the tip of his cock.
Stefan moved my hand lower to the tip of his penis. I grabbed a
handful of his penis, which was warm and growing in my hands. It grew so tight
that after a while it stood completely.
Then, still holding my hand, he began to move it up and down. The
skin on his member began to move, alternately covering and uncovering the tip
of his member. After a short while, Stefan let go of my hand. He asked me to
continue moving my hand. It did not take long before I saw a grimace of pain on
Stefan's face. Before I could ask if I was doing something wrong a trickle of
semen shot out of his penis, which after a while fell onto my hand. More spurts
shot upwards and fell on both my hand, my wrist and Stefan's thighs.
This is how you brought me
to orgasm and I was able to relieve myself - he said with obvious relief in his
voice and then handed me a tissue to wipe myself off.
Does that have to be so
gross? - I asked, wiping my hand of his semen.
Not necessarily. It's a
matter of getting used to it. One day you will understand how pleasant it can
be -
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