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September 15 Bunny and the Slopes: Part 1
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Bunny chaperons the senior ski trip.
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First Time.

Bunny thought it would be fun to be a
sponsor for the senior ski trip, especially since Jack, a handsome
teacher she'd always wanted to get to know better was going to be her
co-sponsor. The trip was everything she could have dreamed of; and
that included a couple of nightmares.
Chapter One.
Bunny's crush.
Bunny Johnson was looking forward to
the ski trip she had agreed to co-sponsor for the High School Seniors
in the travel club at Smoky Hill High School in Buckwell a county
seat, just an hour north of Oklahoma City.
She'd never been skiing herself, but it
didn't look too hard and she loved snow and cold weather. Her
position as History teacher and Drama coach for the school kept her
very busy, and this was one of the only ways she was able to get away
and have some fun. Besides that, she figured that chaperoning kids
who would be graduating in just a few months, and who could be
expected to be more responsible than younger kids, might not be that
much work either.
The fact that her co-sponsor was Jack Kelly didn't hurt either. He
was a hunk and she'd been wanting to meet him under circumstances
that might let them get better acquainted. Now she was on her way to
meet him, to work out the final plans for the trip. There were eight
senior kids going, three boys and five girls, with only one boyfriend
and girlfriend pair to have to keep a closer eye on. A parent had
donated use of a huge motor home for the trip, but it was only going
to be used for transportation. There were plenty of places in the
monster vehicle for everyone to be comfortable on the drive out to,
and back from; Silver Spring, Colorado.
Bunny arrived at Jack's house right on time and parked in the
driveway. A huge dog ran from around the house and started dancing
and barking loudly right beside her car door. The dog didn't look
vicious, but it was big and it was barking. She didn't know what to
do, so she just sat there. In just a few seconds Jack came to the
front door and yelled "Twinkle toes, knock it off!" The dog
immediately went quiet and sat down, wagging his tail.
She got out carefully. "Twinkle toes?" she said, and
Jack laughed as the dog bounded up and ran around and around barking
madly. He obviously knew his name and loved the fact that this
stranger knew it too.
Jack smiled and called the dog, this time saying "Twink;
here!" in a commanding voice. The dog went to the porch and sat
quietly beside him. Bunny went up, they greeted, and then he ushered
her into the house. She made immediate friends with Jack's dog.
They got down to business right away, talking about rules for the
trip, ways to ensure that the boys and girls didn't get Too close to
each other. They had two suites in the hotel, so all the females
could stay in one, and all the males in the other. They didn't think
there'd be too much trouble.
Bunny found herself looking at Jack's lips, again and again. They
looked full and soft. Jack, for his part, tried not to stare at
Bunny's chest. Her tits were truly magnificent, though she wasn't all
that aware of the fact. She'd had them for years, and pretty much
took them for granted. She was a 36D on most days of the month, and
today it looked like she was having trouble getting her knockers into
that size bra. It wasn't because she was fat. She worked out
regularly and there wasn't an ounce of fat on her, but all the
push-ups and weights developed her pecks really well. That made her
tits stick out and up proudly, over a flat stomach and swelling hips.
The fact that she was short, just 5 foot 2; just made her tits seem
larger.
In high school, she was plump and pimply, and hadn't dated much.
That insecurity had carried over into college. She spent a lot of
time doing parts in plays and musicals, and didn't date anybody
seriously. She also spent a lot of time in the gym, working out,
transformed her body into what was politely referred to as a "masonry
outhouse." She was much too busy in her first two years as a
teacher to spend the amount of time it took to build a real
relationship with a man. She owned two very authentic dildos and they
were well used, but her pussy had never felt a real live cock in it.
Jack was handsome, and he was also a geek. He'd finished first in
his class at Cal Tech, but he'd never figured out how to approach
women. Women had approached him more than once, and, to his
amazement, his uncut cock had spewed its load into several foxy
women. But the bald fact was that they were the pursuers, and not
Jack. He never believed those women really found him attractive, and
had always assumed that the guys they really wanted to go out with
were busy, so they came after him, rather than stay home on a weekend
night.
One nice thing about women who approached you was that they
weren't shy about telling you how to please them. As a result, Jack
was a consummate lover, and he knew all the tricks of the trade to
getting a woman off.
Still, he was painfully shy. The women in the school he ended up
teaching science in weren't the kind to eye him up and down and
suggest a quick fuck to take the edge off. Consequently, he'd been
without sex for most of the three years he'd been teaching at Smoky
Hill.
As a result of That, Jack had a wonderfully developed fantasy
world. It included, among others, quite a few of the Junior and
Senior girls; and Bunny Johnson. He'd spent literally hours spurting
thick wads of semen all over his apartment while thinking about
Bunny. And he was very strict about stopping what he liked to call
"fraternization" between boys and girls in the school. This
wasn't from some high moral stand. He just felt like if he couldn't
stick his cock in the girls, nobody else should be allowed to either.
As long as they were talking about the logistics of the trip,
their conversation flowed smoothly. But when that was done, and they
had nothing definite to talk about, both got uncomfortable. Each
wished they could say witty things, and neither knew that the other
felt exactly the same. With a sad glance at his lips, Bunny left,
while Jack gave one last longing look at her tits.
Both of them masturbated that night, thinking of each other.
To The Mountains.
The day of the trip came. All the kids stowed their stuff on the
big coach and each found a place to sit for the trip. Jack was
driving. Bunny spent some time sitting in the other front seat beside
him, and some time patrolling the vehicle. She was at a loss of how
to act, really. She was a teacher, but this wasn't teaching. She had
seen all the kids, but only two had ever been in one of her classes.
As a result, she had no relationship with them upon which to build;
as a starting point from which respect for her as an adult might
develop.
The first problem she had was with Jerry, the co-captain of the
football team; and one of the cheerleaders, named Tiffany. They had
figured out how to pull out one of the beds, and were lying side by
side on it, talking. Bunny didn't think that was appropriate, even
though they weren't actually doing anything with each other. After a
loud argument, she ruled that they had to share the space with
others, and that anyone using that space had to sit up. She saw some
longing looks between boys and girls, but nothing that made her
suspicious. All in all, the kids were actually well behaved.
They got to the ski resort that evening and got checked in. Jack
had to park the big motor home some distance from the lodge, in the
part of the lot reserved for RVs. By the time he found the set of
suites they had been assigned, the kids had dispersed to the indoor
pool, game room, and who knows where else? Only Bunny was left in the
room. They explored the suites and discovered there was a connecting
door between them. That made Bunny feel better because she could
contact Jack without having to go outside the rooms.
It was too late in the day to start skiing, but the kids lined up
and got lift tickets for the next day. Then they all had dinner
together in the restaurant at the lodge. After that the kids wanted
to explore some more. Bunny and Jack put their heads together and
decided the place was so small that they couldn't get lost, or in too
much trouble. It was Jack's idea to let the kids go in a group,
without adult supervision. He thought that would get the sponsors on
the good side of the kids.
Bunny turned to the eight expectant faces. "Okay, here's the
deal. You guys can go explore, but you all have to stay together, and
you all have to be back in the rooms by eleven. Deal?"
"Deal!" shouted eight adolescent voices.
Bunny and Jack went to the hotel's night club, where the lighting
was dim and they could talk quietly. Both of them were excited about
getting to spend some time with each other.
As they talked, they became a little more at ease with each other.
Bunny remembered from a speech class she had taken; that the best way
to get a man to talk was to ask him about himself. So she did. Jack
talked about all kinds of things Bunny didn't fully understand, but
she sat gazing at that those blue eyes, wonderful smile, and kissable
lips; and had a great time. He was talking about various gadgets when
he mentioned a new brand of personal digital assistant.
"Hey!" she chirped. "I just bought one of those and
I still haven't figured out how to use it. I don't suppose you could
help me with that?"
"Sure" he said. "Go get it and I'll make you an
expert in no time."
Bunny jumped up to go and Jack groaned inwardly, as her tits
bobbed and shimmied. He felt his cock start to stiffen.
Bunny went to the girls' suite and looked where she thought she'd
left the PDA, but it wasn't there. She thought back. She'd been
playing around with it on the RV. She remembered putting it in a
pouch on the back of one of the seats, so it wouldn't fall off on the
floor. She hurried out to the parking lot, back to where the motor
home was parked.
As she approached the coach, she thought she saw it move a little.
That was crazy, she thought. But as she reached for the handle of the
side door it moved away from her hand ever so slightly. She stopped,
her hand still out, and her eyes widened as she realized the motor
home was rocking, only a little, but definitely rocking; back and
forth.
Then she heard a sound, like someone in pain. It came again; a
girl's voice. Someone was Inside the motor home. It never occurred to
her that it might be dangerous for her to investigate; that it could
have been Anybody in there. Very quietly she eased in the side door
open, towards the front of the vehicle.
The sounds became more clear immediately.
RV Tryst.
"Aw" came a male voice.
"Uh; Uh; Uh" came the rhythmic grunts of a girl. Bunny
recognized that grunting female voice. It was Tiffany.
But it Couldn't be Tiffany. Tiffany was with the other kids,
exploring.
Very quietly Bunny stepped up into the big vehicle. Her light
frame didn't make it move at all. As she leaned forward, to look down
the central aisle of the Camper RV, she saw movement up, and to her
right. There was a mirror there that let the driver see back into the
rear of the camper. She looked at that mirror and her jaw dropped
open.
In the mirror, she saw Tiffany, stark naked, lying on her back
with her knees spread wide open. Between those knees was Jerry
Thomas, who was equally naked. They were on the pull-out bed, and
Jerry was fucking her with long hard strokes of his very stiff
adolescent cock. Every time he pounded that cock into the
cheerleader, she gave out a lustful grunt.
"Oh; Oh; Oh"
Bunny was about to yell out, when Jerry cried out "I'm gonna
cum, baby, I'm gonna blow!"
Tiffany squealed "You can't cum in me Jerry, I'm not on the
pill. Pull it out and I'll suck it for you."
Jerry, however, kept pounding away until he slammed in one last
time and froze, his back arched and his face looking up at the
ceiling of the motor home.
"Ah" he groaned.
"Take It Out, Jerry!" squealed Tiffany again, and her
hands began trying to push his chest away from her.
Bunny's voice was frozen in her throat as she saw Jerry's ass
muscles clench as he tried to shove his teen cock even further up
into Tiffany's fertile pussy.
Then, as if he'd finally heard his lover, Jerry pulled his
spurting cock out of the girl. He jumped up and squatted over
Tiffany's face as her hands scrabbled for his cock. She got it aimed
at her face and a stream of cum splattered all over her chin. Then
she pulled him further down and she could finally get her lips around
the head of his cock. He groaned like he was in agony as she sucked
the rest of his jizz, out of his cock. Meanwhile, Tiffany's other
hand flew to her pussy and she began slapping and rubbing her gaping
pussy, rubbing herself to an orgasm.
Bunny gulped as she saw that the hand Tiffany was using to rub her
pussy was wet and sticky with the white stuff that had been left
there by Jerry as he pulled his cock out of the girl. He had gotten
at least one shot inside her and Bunny felt faint as she saw the
girl's fingers pushing what fell out back up inside as she brought
herself off.
Bunny retreated, her face aflame with what she'd seen. Her tits
felt swollen and tender, especially her nipples and she realized she
had gotten turned on by watching the two teenagers mating. She didn't
know what to do. The damage was done.
She had to talk to Jack about this. She crept off the RV and
headed back to the lodge at a run.
Jack was sitting in the chair by the fire, relaxed, his head back,
waiting for Bunny to return to the night club. He thought about her
beautiful body and, for the hundredth time, undressed it in his mind.
He usually did this at home, where the resulting boner didn't matter.
His head jerked up when he heard her frantic voice as she all but ran
towards him.
"Jack! Jack!" she panted as she slid to a stop in front
of him.
"What's wrong Bunny?" he said, anxiously. He stood up.
"Kids; Tiffany; in the RV; doing; naked" she glanced
around furtively to see if anyone could hear her. She was panting,
trying to catch her breath. She had done more slipping and sliding in
the snow than she had running, and she had pulled a muscle in her
thigh, based on how it felt.
"What?" Jack queried.
"Come on" she gasped, pulling him toward the door of the
lodge.
She tried to explain what she'd seen as she pulled him toward the
parked vehicle. By the time they got there he understood she'd seen
Tiffany and Jerry inside it, and that they were naked and having sex.
Angrily he pulled open the door and stomped up the steps.
The vehicle was empty.
Bunny gawked. "They were Here! Not five minutes ago they were
right Here!"
Jack frowned. "Well they're not here any more. Maybe they
heard you." He moved further into the motor home and began
examining things. He unfolded the bed and put his hand on it. "You're
right Bunny, the sheet is still a little warm. They were here."
"of course they were here!" she said in an exasperated
voice. "Why would I have come and told you something like that
if it wasn't true?" She looked at the handsome teacher, her
hands on her hips.
"Okay, Okay, I'm sorry." He didn't look very sorry to
Bunny. "It just sounded sort of; what were they doing?"
"What do you mean what were they doing? I told you. They were
making love."
"I know that, but, Okay, take your phrase; 'making love'.
That normally means something that's tender and quiet and calm. Was
it like that?"
Bunny was too shocked by everything that had happened to think
about how odd his statement; and question was. If she'd have taken a
minute to think, she might have wondered why this teacher would care
whether the kids were "making love" or "fucking each
other's brains out."
In point of fact, Jack cared because Tiffany was one of his
fantasy girls, and the thought of Jerry on top of her had gotten him
mostly stiff on the way over to the motor home. Then, feeling the
warm sheet and seeing spots of; something; on the sheet, which he
hadn't mentioned to Bunny, got him even more excited. He turned
around. Bunny was standing there just looking delicious. His fantasy
changed, with Bunny on the bed, under; who? Was it Jerry or him who
was pinning her to the mattress?
He shook his head. "What were they doing exactly? I mean if
I'm going to question them, I need to know exactly what they were
doing." What he really wanted was more detailed visions of how
Bunny would have looked, splayed out naked on that bed, getting her
pussy pummeled. He went on "You know, like if I say he had his
mouth on her nipples, and that didn't really happen, then he'll know
we're bullshitting him and he'll clam up. What we need is a full
confession so we know the best way to handle things." It sounded
good to him.
Bunny, not being a detective, didn't recognize that particular
brand of bullshit when she heard it, and it sounded reasonable to her
too.
"Well, they were naked."
"Completely naked? Not even socks?" he asked.
"I don't remember whether they had on Socks, for goodness
sake. All I could see was that big, thick; cock. It was all pushed up
inside her."
Jack felt precum start to ease up into his cock. "Okay, so
they were mostly naked. And was she on top?" That was one of his
favorite fantasies.
"No, she was on her back, under him. He was between her
legs."
"Was she screaming, or yelling for him to stop? Was it
rape?"'
Bunny's eyes went out of focus and she sighed. "No, she was
loving it. He might have punctures on his ass where her fingernails
dug in. She was pulling him that hard." Now Bunny felt moisture
begin to invade between her legs.
"And what were they saying?" he leaned toward her.
"I can't remember. I think it was just noises. It all
happened so fast. Yes, it was just noises and then he; he; he
ejaculated in her!" Bunny's knees got weak and she had to sit
down. "She yelled that she wasn't on the pill, but he ejaculated
in her anyway."
Jack knew there was a spot in his shorts now as he felt precum
leak out of his cock. "How do you know? Did he say something?"
"No! I Saw It; Jack! I saw his sperm! It was all around his
cock and it wouldn't all stay inside her."
Jack was envisioning his cock, plugged into Bunny's sweet pussy,
pulsing his seed deep into her pussy until it squirted out around his
cock.
He decided he needed to go beat off.
"Okay, Bunny, um .. listen, I'll go and; um find the kids.
Yeah. I'll find them and we'll get to the bottom of this. I'll get
back with you when I find something out."
Broken Pussy.
He all but ran from the motor home as Bunny closed the door and
began the slippery trip back to the lodge, on the icy parking lot.
Her mind was a whirl, and she was contemplating doing the same thing
Jack was, though neither of them suspected the other was heated up,
too. She was so inattentive that she didn't see the black ice on the
walk. The first moment she knew something was wrong was when her
right foot took off to the right, and her left foot took off to the
left and back a little.
Bunny had been a gymnast when she was in High School, and she had
been able to do the splits quite well in those days. She had not,
however, practiced doing the splits recently, nor had she done her
flexibility exercises.
But, once again, she did the splits. It wasn't, however, anything
like the last time her legs had lain flat on the ground, going out in
opposite directions. There was pain, and a Lot of it. Bunny let out
an agonized howl as tendons stretched to the tearing point and pain
lanced through her groin. About the only saving grace was that she
went down so hard she actually bounced when she hit the ice. That,
and her natural tendency to lay over to get Out of the splits,
allowed her to get her legs back together. Now she was lying on her
back, on the ice, in the dark.
She screamed.
People came running from all over. At night time in a ski resort,
there isn't all that much to do except socialize, sleep or have sex,
so people weren’t so busy that they ignored agonized screams of
an injured woman. Soon people were trying to get her to stand up, but
that hurt too much. The pain in her groin was agonizing, and anyone
within fifty feet, knew about it. Several guys end
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September 15 Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 3
Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 3
Rachel’s epic search for pleasure, while keeping her virginity.
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Cam was all smiles when she arrived, effusive with
compliments over how gorgeous he thought she looked. That helped clear the air,
and the two fell right back into their conversation, picking up where they left
off and talking into the night until the place closed down and they were forced
to leave.
Any time in the future she thought back to that night,
Rachel could never remember what they talked about on the walk back to her
dorm, because though she listened and participated, her mind was elsewhere.
Specifically it was on throwing out all her chaste intentions for the evening
and becoming determined to get this boy's cock in her mouth. He was hot, he was
a gentleman, and everything about him turned her on.
Reaching her building's entrance, she was about to invite
him inside when he wished her goodnight. They made plans to hang out again
soon, and he headed off. Rachel headed up to her room, confounded at how
genuine he was, stripped off all her modest clothes, and fucked herself silly
trying to sate the horniness that Cam had inflicted on her.
Their next date was equally as refreshing, and this time
their evening ended with a kiss. A small taste at first, but soon the two felt
their tongues intertwine, and their bodies heave and swell against each
other's. Yet still, that's where the date would end, but before he left, they
made plans once again. Plans for dinner; at Cam's.
This time there was no modesty to hide behind in the way she
dressed. She wanted this boy and she wanted him bad. She made sure her best
assets were on display, a lovely dress with a deep cut neckline that her ripe,
full breasts were practically bursting out of. On her way to his place she was
even a little nervous. It had been a while since she had been with anyone, but
that wasn't it. It was something about him, he wasn't just another hook up, he
was different.
Cam welcomed her at the door with his bright, perfect smile,
and she almost jumped him the second she heard the latch click behind her.
Somehow she held it together and made her way to the couch, where he had a
bottle of wine waiting to share. They each had a glass, falling deep into
conversation so easily, and when they were done, Rachel noticed that they had
slowly and silently inched closer and closer as they talked. They were practically
on top of each other now. Now the talking was done.
Cam brushed a strand of hair away from Rachel's face, and
her whole body buzzed. She didn't want to be strong anymore but somehow she
waited, somehow she let him make the first move. He licked his lips, leaned in,
and kissed her softly. He held her close. She felt safe. She felt relaxed.
There was no rush on either of their parts, and the two just kissed, enjoying
each other's lips, listening to their soft coos and breaths that accentuated
the gentle music playing in the background.
Rachel had never been kissed like this. Kissing was always
just a precursor to what came next, but not here. Not with Cam. She could have
stayed there forever in his lips, but still she put up no refute when she felt
his hands start to spread over her body. Down her arms, across her hips, and
then, then; she felt the sweet comfort of his strong hands on her breasts. Cam
squeezed them gently, kneading them delicately through her dress. His hands
felt incredible, but she needed more than a tease, and so it was Rachel who,
through the electric sensations of his lips on hers, reached up and pulled down
her top, exposing her fat, milky breast to him.
They groaned into each other's mouth when the skin of his
hand touched the skin of her breast. He squeezed harder this time, with more
purpose, and Rachel arched her back into him deeper. His finger danced around
her diamond-hard nipple before gently tweaking it, then he squeezed again.
Rachel lolled her head back in ecstasy, and Cam took the opportunity to kiss
his way down her pale neck, over the flat of her chest. Rachel felt her breath
involuntarily hold as he lifted her heavy tit, waiting in anticipation for his
lips to taste her nipple. She felt the wetness of his tongue around the tip,
then the full, soft suction of his mouth, and she almost screamed.
Sensations coursed through her as he sucked on her nipple,
and then the feel of cool air. Then his lips on hers once again. He kissed her,
deeply and sensually, gently petting and caressing her breast as he did so.
Then the kissing stopped. Rachel opened her eyes dreamily and looked up at the
gorgeous man she was coupled with. He was waiting for something, waiting for
her, and so slowly, still lost in the sensation of his hand on her smooth,
milky flesh, Rachel gripped at the length of her dress, pulling it upward as
her thick, creamy thighs gently butterflied open.
Rachel smiled at him. He smiled back. Gravity took control
of her breast, and Cam's hand slid down her torso. Her eyes shut as she felt
his fingers dancing around her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to what
they both wanted. When she was unable to take any more teasing he cupped his
full, strong hand over her entire wet mound and just held it there. Rachel
gasped. She clung to him as his hand pulsed slowly into her labia, the
anticipation of receiving his fingers driving her wild. He pecked sweetly at
her neck as he got a feel for her most intimate area. Then, the pressure
released, and she felt only a single finger begin to glide, almost
imperceptibly, over her soaked panties.
She had been here before, had men touch her before, but
something wholly new occurred at that moment. He did something no one else had
ever done, not even Tim: he asked her what she wanted.
"I want you to show me what you like," he
whispered, practically staring into her soul, "I want you to show me how
to please you."
Rachel absolutely melted. She pulled him close, kissing him
deeply, the heat of passion practically overwhelming her. "Touch me. Please,"
she hissed. She felt the band of her panties stretch, felt his firm fingers
pass through the ginger tuft of pubic hair. It felt like her entire being had
opened up completely as the first finger of Cam's hand slipped easily inside
her tight body.
Rachel obeyed his request, steering him in the right
direction as he worked first one finger, then two inside of her steaming core.
She was riding waves of pleasure, wondering if it could ever get better, when
Cam slid down her body, and she felt his face press between her legs. His lips
and tongue joined his fingers, and created a symphony of intense sensation.
Rachel felt the electricity building inside her, he was
playing her body like a fine tuned instrument. Then something happened. She
started to feel it. Her whole body was buzzing, her pussy was on fire. There
was only one place to go, and she was almost there, He was getting her there.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" she started to
chant as the feeling kept rising, the rhythmic thrusting of his thick fingers
driving her to the edge while his tongue wrote poems on the tip of her clit.
She had wanted this for so long, something other than dalliances with Tim,
something real, something explicit, something climactic, and now, finally,
after so many years, it was coming. She was cumming.
Cam held on for dear life and Rachel cried out in deep
rapture as her body spasmed and shook with a deep orgasm. Finally, Finally, her
body seemed to cry, racing white hot pleasure through her as she wriggled
against her lover's face. It only lasted moments, but Rachel felt like it would
never end. Cam rocked her back to earth, holding and stroking her as she came
down from an unbelievable high.
When her breath finally calmed, Rachel took stock of what
had just happened. For the first time in her life, a man other than Tim had
made her cum. She was giddy with excitement, and no less ravenous for the man
in question. Staring at him in awe for a moment, that big bright smile of his
warming her with its light, her hand drifted down between his legs. He was
hard. Extremely. Now it was her turn.
She sat upright, and immediately pulled the top of her dress
down completely, bearing both of her huge, heaving breasts to Cam. She lurched
toward him, and Cam met her, getting completely lost in the overwhelming flesh
of her bosom. He squeezed and kissed, groped and sucked, and while he enjoyed
himself, Rachel's hand worked open his pants and freed his painfully hard cock
to the night. She sighed. She loved it already. It wasn't the biggest she'd
ever had, but it didn't matter. It was perfect.
Rachel cooed and encouraged Cam's working of her tits as she
began to explore his rigid length with her hand. She stroked generously, but
this was only a warm up for what her true intentions were. When she couldn't
stand the need any longer, when her mouth was watering with desire, she
disengaged, slid down his body until she was on her knees on the floor between
his legs. She smiled at him, she could have returned the favor and asked him
what he liked, but she knew she didn't need to. Taking one last moment to
appreciate the specimen before her, to feel the weight of his balls in her
hand, Rachel licked her lips and leaned in, taking Cam's hard, thick cock into
her mouth.
He felt so good between her lips, so hard, yet so soft. So
alive. She penetrated her mouth with his length with pure joy, covering every
inch of him with perfect pleasure. She wanted to give this man everything he
deserved, everything she denied from so many others. Pushing forward she felt
him pass the back of her tongue, and smirked in glee as a deep groan from him
signaled his entry into her throat.
She wanted him deep, as deep as he could go, and she moaned
in delight when she felt his pubic hair push into her nose. She worked him in
and out in long, deep strokes, practically using her whole body to suck this
boy's cock. It didn't take long before she started to see the signs, the
staggered breath, the stiffening body, and it was then that she decided she
wanted to do something for him that she had (almost) never done for anyone
before.
"God Rachel," he hissed, "I'm; gonna
cum!"
She slipped him out of her throat at the last moment,
holding his head in her mouth. Her hand stroked his shaft firmly and with
purpose, and her other hand kneaded his boiling balls. It was only a moment
before she felt the fat head of his cock flare, and then twitch strongly
against her as he began to fill her mouth with pulse after pulse of hot semen.
"Huh; oh my gawd," he wailed, cumming in Rachel's
mouth. She never stopped, working him through the peak of his orgasm, then
slowly caressing him as he came down. Once his spasming subsided, Rachel
carefully slipped his swollen cock out of her mouth and looked up at him.
Opening her mouth she tilted back so he could see the result of her handiwork,
a pool of thick white coated her tongue. She wanted him to see it, to see His
cum in Her mouth.
She closed her mouth, and with a twinkle in her eye,
swallowed down the entire load.
"Damn, girl!" Cam said with a laugh. She started
to laugh too, the wildness of what just happened catching up with her. Cam
reached for her, the two of them sharing the laughter, and pulled her lips to
his, kissing her deep. Kissing her. After he had just cum in her mouth. She
didn't know why, but she found that incredibly sexy.
They held each other on the couch, basking in their newfound
intimacy, just relaxing into each other's arms. As the night rolled on, Rachel
had a horrible thought, that what just happened was only a fluke, so when they
moved to Cam's bed, she made sure to try it again. This time both fully nude,
able to feel everything.
It was no fluke.
Rachel giggled with glee after Cam gave her another orgasm.
This was real. This was special. Drifting off to sleep after swallowing her
second load of Cam's cum, Rachel was excited for the future. Excited for what
their relationship might bring, and excited to do all manner of depraved things
with Cam, all just short of full penetrative sex. If things went well though,
she thought, hopefully that day would come.
Rachel and Cam stayed together all through the remainder of
college, and then some, and Rachel was sure there were wedding bells in her
future. Unfortunately though, as all good things must, eventually it had to
end. Cam was being deployed, and they both decided the strain would be too
much. And so at twenty four, Rachel found herself single for the first time in
years, unmarried, and depressed. She was still a virgin though, she had never
had the experience of totally sharing her body with Cam, a man she believed she
loved, because they hadn't married. And that was good. Right?
For the next year, Rachel found herself swinging between
self-imposed celibacy, and unsatisfying hook ups. That's why she found herself
on her knees in the back of a minivan, sucking the cock of a guy she used to
hook up with in high school. A guy who was now divorced, with two kids. She had
hoped his time being married would have improved his skills, but after a not
entirely unpleasant round of fingering and cunt licking, she tapped out,
unfulfilled, and returned the favor, the way she always had.
"Don't cum in my mouth, okay?" she said, to an
intoxicated grunt of agreement, then moments later popped his straining flesh
out of her mouth to finish the job with her hand. She'd wipe his drizzle from
her hands, they'd part ways with a promise to be in touch soon, and Rachel
would end the night (this time in her own apartment) doing for herself what the
guy she was with could not.
Masturbating always made her kind of melancholy though, as
sure enough her thoughts would drift to Cam, and to all the things they had
done together; all the ways they had made each other feel good. It was a
vicious circle though, as this melancholy is what drove her to rekindle past
hookups in an attempt to get Cam out of her mind, only to find herself thinking
of him when she returned home unsatisfied, to finish herself off.
Of all the guys she had reconnected with, she ultimately
knew what she was going to get (or not get, for that matter), yet it never
stopped her from reaching out to them. All, that is, but one.
"Hey." The words sat silently in a void on her
computer screen. She didn't know what to expect, or whether to expect anything
at all, but nonetheless she put them out there. And waited.
This was stupid, she thought. It was a mistake. It had been
years since they had talked. He probably had his own life now and didn't have
time for a stroll down memory lane that wreaked of desperation and,
"Hey!" The tension in her body alleviated slightly
as the words popped up. "Long time no talk! How've you been?" The
tone was jovial and pleasant, as though he was actually excited to hear from
her. She started to breathe again, and soon the two fell into a pleasant
reminiscence. It was nice to talk to him again. It was nice to talk to Tim.
"I'm sorry I just sort of disappeared back then,"
she said after a moment of reflection. He was a good guy, and a good friend, as
much as she tried to believe what they had was purely physical. "I kind of
got; caught up with life, I guess."
"No, it's totally cool," he wrote back, "It
happens to all of us." There was a pause, and then a question she hadn't
been asked in a long time. "Truth or dare?"
A tingle ran through Rachel's body. She knew where that
question could lead when coming from Tim. Wasn't that really why she messaged
him in the first place, though? Why try to deny it?
"Truth," she finally responded
"What was his name?"
"What makes you think there was a guy involved?"
"Because I know the reason we kept in touch as long as
we did, and when you disappeared, I had to assume it was for a specific
reason."
"Oh yeah?" she typed back, annoyed at his
accuracy. "And what reason is that?"
"You found someone else who could make you cum."
"I don't think that's any of your business, Tim
:P" she said, as coy as ever. She never liked admitting when he was right,
and Tim somehow was always right. She didn't even know what she was doing, or
why she reached out to him.
"Hey, what's your weekend look like? You wanna come by
my place Saturday night and we can; catch up?" Her answer to this question
was as good as an answer to his previous one. She'd be telling him a lot by how
she chose to answer. There wasn't really ever a choice though. He had made it
easy for her, and she wrote back the only word she had ever considered:
"Sure."
"And so I've been a nurse for coming up on three years
now," Rachel said, taking another sip of the very good wine Tim had
brought out.
"That is so great, Rachel, I'm so happy for you!"
She could tell by the tone of his voice he meant it. Tim wouldn't shine her on,
he wasn't that kind of guy.
She had gotten to his place at 8, and was met with a big,
enveloping hug when she entered. It was nice. His body felt nice against hers. Tim's
place was modest, but it looked great. Somewhere along the line Tim apparently
grew up, and got some great taste as well. Well, Tim always had great taste,
she chuckled to herself. She was trying to tell herself that wasn't why she had
come, but if she was already making jokes like that, even to herself, there
wasn't much pretense getting in her way.
The atmosphere was cozy and cool, and any nervousness she
had felt about rekindling whatever this was; was starting to dissipate. After a
brief tour, the two old friends made their way to the couch, where wine and
stories of what their lives had become were shared.
He looked good, she couldn't deny it. She had always found
Tim cute, but a couple years of age and maturity really did him good. She liked
to think he thought the same thing about her, she'd put on a couple pounds, but
thankfully it all went to the right places, making her tits somehow even bigger
than they had been when he'd last experienced them. She made sure to dress to
accentuate those curves as well. She knew he liked them, and she wanted to show
off what age and maturity had done for her, but not be too obvious about it.
She chose a simple, black dress with a low, but not Too low, neckline that
hugged her body delightfully. Her cleavage looked exquisite, and the knee high
boots she chose to top it all off added a nice bit of style.
At this point in the night, she wasn't nervous anymore, she
was anxious. She wanted him to touch her, she wanted to touch him. She wanted
to know if his cock was as perfect as she remembered. But she would never make
the first move, and he knew that. He was making her wait. Teasing her. She was
once again annoyed at the hold he had over her, a hold that was making her
excruciatingly horny.
The night continued, and as they finished their wine, there
was a palpable shift in the air.
"How's your mom?" he asked, putting his wine glass
down to focus on her.
"She's good," she answered shortly. There wasn't
much less she wanted to think about at this moment than her mom;
"Do you still go to two churches?"
"Yes," she said, unconsciously rubbing her thighs
together. She knew the implication of his question.
Tim smiled, and shifted toward her, and lowered his voice.
"Are you still a virgin?" His hand fell gently to the creamy flesh
exposed below her dress. She didn't stop him.
His eyes were locked on hers. She felt a tingle in her body
as she answered, "Yes."
He smiled again. "But you've been busy, haven't
you?" He began stroking her leg. It felt good. He felt good.
"Yes," she whispered. Tim leaned in close. Damnit,
he even smelled good. There was now only an inch or so between them, but the
tension inside her made the distance feel cavernous. He licked his lips, and
then Rachel and Tim did something they had never done in all the time they
spent hooking up: they kissed.
And boy, what a kiss. Rachel generally didn't want the guys
she had hooked up with to kiss her, as kissing was somehow more intimate to her
than the other activities they got up to, but here, with Tim, it felt natural.
He was a great kisser, maybe she had been missing out. But she didn't need a
kiss to know how good he was with his lips and tongue.
She was just starting to relax into their make out session
when Tim
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September 14 Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 2
Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 2
Rachel’s epic search for pleasure, while keeping her virginity.
Based on a post by LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Rachel stared at herself in her bathroom mirror before going
across the street to meet him. She was playing coy, but was under no
misconceptions about what she wanted. She looked at her body as she zipped her
sweatshirt over her naked breasts. A lot had happened since that night in the
tent after prom, she had learned a lot. She had learned what she wanted and
couldn't have. She learned how to suck cock. She wondered if Tim had learned a
lot too.
Walking over, she couldn't believe it, but she was nervous.
Hooking up in a car was nothing new for her, she had done it plenty of times,
but this was different, He was different. There was a new confidence there in
Tim, and it excited her. The second his hands touched her body she shuddered
and smiled, she knew right then that it was going to happen. That he could do
it. Her body was on fire as he freed her big breasts to the night air. There
Was something different about Tim, a new confidence that turned her on
immensely. His hands worked their way into her shorts, sending electric shocks
through her as strong fingers slipped between wet, waiting lips. She couldn't
believe it, what was it about this guy? It had been almost a year of fooling around,
a year of pleasuring men in hopes that they could return the favor, and here,
in this car in this parking lot, the guy she knew from church, the guy whose
cum grossed her out that night in the tent, broke Rachel's curse and made her
cum in mere minutes.
A year of pent up frustration blasted through her body in
wave after wave of pleasure. She moaned. She squealed. She almost laughed. When
it was over, she sat there for a moment in shock, the chemicals racing through
her still, making her feel slightly loopy. She couldn't believe it, Tim from
church was the only guy who could make her cum. Tim with the great cock. Cum
drunk and horny still, it was Rachel's turn to show Tim what she had learned.
She remembered his cock, his fantastic cock, and she had spent many nights
hoping she'd get another shot at it. That night was the night, and after
freeing her prize from his pants, she gladly took him into her mouth and gave
him a world class blowjob. She was happy to do it. She was eager to do it. For
the first time in her life she realized she wasn't just sucking cock, she was
pleasuring him.
She gave him everything she had, he deserved it. He gave her
something no other man to that point had. And when the time came, when she felt
his balls tense up and his shaft grow oh so hard between her lips, she gave him
something no other man had ever had either, she kept sucking, and kept
stroking, and for the first time in her life, Rachel welcomed the ejaculation
of her lover into her mouth. Tim's cum wasn't gross to her anymore, it was
wonderful. It slipped across her tongue, pooling between her lips, and when she
felt her limit being reached she did another thing she had never done for
anyone else: she swallowed.
She told herself, told him, that it was a one-time thing,
that they weren't going to get together again, but even before the words left
her lips she knew it was a lie. She'd try to get that same feeling with other
guys that summer, but no one could do it like Tim, and soon their trysts became
a regular thing. Rachel would have a disappointing date, and then Tim would be
there to give her what she needed. She was more than happy to return the favor
as well. She sucked his cock, he'd cum in her mouth, and she'd swallow it down
with gusto.
She continued seeing other guys that summer, though, as she
didn't want to admit that there was something special about Tim; didn't want to
admit she was becoming addicted to his cock as much as his tongue and fingers.
She'd see her usuals, and make sure they went home happy, but it wasn't much
more than transactional. All her rules still applied, she was happy to stroke
them, happy to suck them, but that's where it would end. No matter how worked
up they might be, when the guy started to groan, that last road to release was
traveled in her hands, pointed well away from her person. With Tim though, she
was totally uninhibited. She wanted to taste him, to feel him, she wanted her
boundaries to be pushed and pressed, and Tim knew it. Maybe it was because Time
knew the double life she was leading, the never ending tension between being
prim and proper and hot and horny, whatever it was, it was intoxicating, and
Tim and his perfect cock were the drug. She let him do whatever he wanted, and
she would blush repeatedly remembering things the next day, in disbelief that
she'd let him use her body the way he had, and what's' more, she liked it.
But why? Cum was weird and gross, why did she tingle with
excitement every time she came in contact with his? It might have been because
despite doing things with Tim she had only seen in the dirtiest of movies, he
was always a perfect gentleman; he'd always ask when the time came. "Can I
cum in your mouth?" he'd ask, teetering on the brink, and Rachel would
moan in approval, excitedly accepting the warm explosion between her lips.
"Can I cum on your tits?" He'd say through passionate grunts and
grimaces. Without hesitation she'd say yes and present her spectacular globes
for sticky tribute. "Can I cum on your face?" He'd grunt, overwhelmed
with animalistic need, this was the only one that gave her pause the first
time. She had never let any man's cum get even close to her face, but something
about Tim's absolute animalistic need made her say yes. It was filthy, it was
exhilarating, and after that first time she never even thought about saying no.
He's such a hot, dirty gentleman, she'd think as she tipped her head back just
before he spilled himself onto her soft skin.
She'd repeatedly wonder about that period of one's life,
when the hormones and the drive for sex really kicks in, turning you into an
insatiable pleasure monster, and whether all the dirty things she did were
things she'd have done anyway, or if it was all a result of trying her best to
avoid doing what she really wanted to do, what her body really wanted to do.
Did she truly enjoy sucking cock? Or was it just the best she could do to take
the place of having that hard cock push deep into her body and fuck her brains
out?
Regardless of the unknowable answers to these questions, it
didn't stop her from enjoying herself that summer right up to that sacred line
she wouldn't cross, sometimes with others, but more often with Tim. As the days
wore down, Rachel tried to play it cool, but the truth was she was not looking
forward to going back to school, far away from the one guy that could get her
off. The days began to cool though, and soon they parted.
Rachel tried to throw herself back into the world of real
men, real men who potentially could get her off, but it just wasn't happening,
and so for a while she and Tim kept up their online flirtations, each using the
other to add some spice to their masturbation sessions. She even tried to think
of the times with Tim when she'd find herself with a real man between her legs,
but to no avail. She'd get close, oh so close, -her body would begin that
glorious tingle, but it would never get beyond that. Not even thinking about
all the hot, dirty things she and Tim had done that past summer.
This meant that though she got to have her fun and play with
some lovely hard cocks, none of them got what Tim got. None of them got to fuck
her tits, or cum on her, or cum in her mouth. None of them got more than they
needed. Well almost none of them.
Rachel was at a party being thrown at the apartment of one
of her regular hook ups, a classmate named James. She had gone there fully
prepared to spend the night, as, despite never getting her off, she had to
admit James was good with his fingers and tongue, and had a very nice cock that
she honestly loved sucking on. She was excited, as it had been a few weeks
since she had gotten any, and they knew each other enough that it was a
guaranteed good time, if ultimately not quite totally satisfying.
The party was a great time. Rachel was delightfully looking
forward to her own personal after party, when suddenly all thought left her
mind and she stopped cold in her tracks. Her eyes had spotted a familiar face
across the room, it was Bill. She felt her stomach drop and her nipples
tighten, he looked good. Real good.
Rachel floated across the room, coasting on a combination of
nostalgic lust and alcoholic buzz, and the two began talking. They had picked
up where they had left off, and it was clear to her by the way he couldn't stop
stealing glances at her considerable cleavage that he was thinking the same
thing she was, but still there was something different, something slightly off.
It all became clear when she met the girl he was with.
Bill seemed slightly embarrassed, as was Rachel, but they
played it off the best they could as the three of them talked. Rachel learned
they had met at work, and had been together for a couple months. Anything after
that fell on deaf ears though, as Rachel couldn't stop picturing the two of
them together. They looked good together, and she could tell by the way the
girl clung to Bill that clearly she was familiar with "what he had to
offer." She smiled through the rest of the conversation, but all that was
in her mind was what the two lovers did in bed. Did he make her cum? She bet he
did. She bet this girl didn't have the hang up Rachel did. Did she suck his
cock like Rachel did? Could she take all his impressive size into her throat
like Rachel did? Did she swallow his cum? Rachel bet she did. Did he fuck her?
Did her petite body take that thick, wonderful cock inside her? Rachel bet she
did. It was this last thought that made her tingle with excitement. She bet he
looked amazing fucking her. And she bet the girl loved it.
Bill and his date excused themselves, as they had other
places to be, and Rachel tried to keep the thoughts out of her mind and enjoy
the rest of the party. As people began to leave and the crowd thinned out, she
and James started making eyes at each other, and when the first opportunity
presented itself to do so the two stole away to James' room and locked the
door.
Clothes were discarded quickly, and it was only mere moments
before Rachel felt warm, wet lips clamp around her nipple and begin to suck
generously. James loved her tits, and she loved that he loved them. He was good
with his mouth and his hands. He'd soon continue this exhibition lower on her
body, and she was more than ready for him. Rachel was soaking wet, and felt his
fingers easily slide inside her. When his tongue hit her clit in unison, she
moaned as electric shocks of pleasure burst through her. He was good, great
almost, but even then, as worked up as she was, she couldn't quite get over
that final hump.
Giving the poor boy a break she quickly thanked him by
returning the favor. He was nice and hard, and his length slipped swiftly
between her lips and into her wet, waiting mouth. James was nice, his cock was
nicer, but as soon as the firm flesh penetrated her mouth, her thoughts went to
Bill. And as her thoughts turned to Bill, her hand snaked down between her
legs. She remembered Bill's big, beautiful cock, and how much she loved sucking
it, and felt the rush of pleasure course through her as she touched herself.
She loved teasing him with her tongue and sucking on the head as she stroked.
She loved the way he twitched in her mouth when she'd hit the right spots. She
loved the way she felt stuffed and full as he passed the back of her tongue and
slipped down into the tightness of her throat. In and out, in and out of her
throat while she held him firm and worked his balls, worked them so well that
it was hard for him not to,
"Ugh" she moaned through the meat of the cock in
her mouth as her pussy spasmed and she started to cum. The sounds of her
pleasure vibrated through the hard meat in her mouth, and then gasps and moans
from James melded in the air with hers. James' cock was tucked into her throat
and beginning to spasm. Oh no, she thought, he's cumming! She pulled him out of
her throat, but caught up in the suddenness of the moment, Rachel kept the
boy's spasming member in her mouth as he filled it with a generous amount of
hot cum. The moment being what it was, she didn't have much choice but to
swallow, so swallow she did.
"Holy shit," James gasped as the intensity of his
orgasm waned, "holy shit, that was amazing! You've never done That
before!"
"Well," she said, searching for a response,
slightly embarrassed, "I guess you just brought it out of me
tonight!" She chuckled nervously, wiping a stray bit of cum from her lips.
She had James' cock back in her mouth the next morning, as he clearly was
hoping for a replay of the night before, but although his balls were drained
when she left, this time not a drop of it made it to her mouth. She had broken
her own rule and had no intention of doing it again, but didn't feel too bad
about it, he hadn't made her cum, but he definitely Helped her cum, and so for
that one time she decided he deserved it.
James started blowing up her phone every chance he got, of
course he did after That performance, but Rachel wasn't interested anymore. In
fact, for the next while she wasn't interested in anyone. She had her eyes set
on what she really wanted, she wanted Bill.
But she had no idea how to get him back.
"So this was a guy you used to hook up with?"
"Yeah; we were pretty hot and heavy for a while,"
Rachel typed into the messenger box. Rachel and Tim might have been far away
from each other, but they were still friends, and they still talked. She found
it was easier to talk to him about personal stuff, maybe because of their
history, maybe because of the distance. And besides, there were definitely
still nights where talking to Tim came in handy. Nights like tonight.
"He's the one who taught me how to deepthroat."
"I see," he wrote back. She felt herself blush.
She would never tell him what she wanted, but she knew he could never resist
the bait when she laid it out. "He taught you to do it; but I taught you
to like it? ;)"
Bingo.
"Stop" she wrote, feigning annoyance on the screen
while her insides started to heat and boil in real life. The truth was, she
missed Tim. Missed hooking up with him. He was a great guy with a great cock,
and most importantly;
"Did he ever make you cum?"
"You know he didn't :P" Gush.
"Did he ever cum in your mouth?"
"You know he didn't." Double gush.
"Why not?"
"You know why," she said, her fingers dipping down
into her panties.
"It's been a while," he typed, "remind me.
:)" She shook her head, she could feel his smug smile radiating off the
monitor. He knew he had her on the hook, and from how wet she was, and the
buzzing pleasure she was triggering with her fingers, she couldn't deny it.
"Because the only person who gets to cum in my mouth is
you," she typed with one hand while stroking her slick lower lips, it's
true it was a little white lie after that night with James, but the lie was
much hotter than the truth. "Brat," she fired back for good measure.
She hated how horny he got her sometimes.
"Oh right," he wrote back in mock ignorance. She
waited anxiously for what was going to come next, strumming herself slowly so
she wouldn't get too far too fast. She waited on edge, but nothing came. Maybe
he wasn't into it tonight, she wondered, maybe he,
"Do you remember that carwash we had over the summer
with the church youth group?" A shiver went down her spine. She remembered
it very well.
"Yeah, that was fun," she said, trying to appear
as un-horny as possible.
"Do you remember what happened when it was over?"
"I do," she said, another shiver running through
her.
"My mind is just a blank," he said, that smug
radiation returning, "remind me."
"You and I stayed late to put everything away in the
shed behind the church," she began. It was an innocent enough sentence,
but it obscured the sense memories she had of that day. They hadn't planned to
get frisky, but that didn't stop Rachel from picking a bright, revealing bikini
top to wear beneath her pale t-shirt. The shirt wasn't white, but she knew once
it got wet, it was going to get nice and clingy to her magnificent breasts,
illuminating the bikini underneath. She knew he'd be watching.
"And what happened when we got into the shed?" The
question made Rachel's eyes involuntarily close, and a slight moan escape as
she conjured up the memory. They had been teasing each other all day, and then,
away from prying, religious eyes, up against a stack of chairs, their bodies
collided.
"You put your hands down the front of my tiny jean
shorts; and put your fingers inside me." She mirrored the memory with her
fingers. She was wet and tight.
"Did you like it?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know, I can't remember :)" He was such an
asshole.
"Yes Tim," she typed with annoyance, despite how
flushed and soaked and buzzing she was, "I liked it."
"Well that's good," he wrote. It was, she thought,
it was really good. She didn't know if it was the situation, being so close to
so many people who could catch them, or if he had just gotten that good at
pleasing her, but she was absolutely on fire that day. His fingers were magic,
and he sent her wanton body into overdrive, plunging inside her and gyrating
over her throbbing clit. "I seem to remember you asking me something while
I was doing that, didn't you?"
Rachel felt her face flush and her pussy gush. Whatever it
was about Tim, she was comfortable enough with him to really let loose what she
kept hidden behind her good girl demeanor, what she would call her inner slut.
She wanted him to do things to her she'd never want another man to, and
sometimes she'd ask for them, too. "Yes."
"What was it?"
She felt a chill run through her. "I asked you to talk
dirty to me." It might have seemed like a fairly innocent request to most
others, but for her it was a huge step.
"Did I?" Oh, boy did he;
"Yes."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes."
"What did I say?"
Rachel tensed up. There was no way she was going to repeat
anything he said to her. "I don't remember.?"
"No?"
"No."
"Too bad."
She knew Tim knew she was lying, but he didn't push it, he
knew that was the quickest way to these little sessions they had being shut
down. Truth was, though, she remembered it alright, she remembered every word,
she thought about it frequently when she touched herself.
He talked about how tight her cunt was, how wet she was for
him, how she was such an unrepentant slut for his cock. It was intense, but it
turned her on so much because it was true, at least it was how she thought
about herself. He talked about her huge tits, how much he loved putting his
cock between them, talked about her mouth and her throat, how they were so good
to his cock, so wet, so hungry for him. He talked about how pretty she was, and
how she looked even prettier covered in his cum; about how he knew she loved to
be covered in his thick load. She shook almost uncontrollably as he continued
on, teasing her about being caught by someone from their church, someone she
would know who would see her being a slut for him.
As she careened toward orgasm, that's when Tim brought out
the kill shot, the thing he knew got her the hottest and wettest, testing her,
teasing her, trying to get her to admit that what she really wanted was his
cock deep inside her, fucking her good, making her cum, pushing the bounds of
her commitment for "purity." So far she hadn't broken, but it was
getting harder and harder. And so was Tim.
Lost in sensation, Rachel's hand drifted to Tim's swim
trunks, gripping his sturdy pole. She knew she didn't love Tim, but boy, did
she love Tim's cock. She'd never admit it, but it was true, she Did want that
cock inside her. She Did want him to fuck her. She'd imagined how good it must
feel many times as she touched herself, but she could never let him do it. Good
girls don't do that. Do they? That thought was
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September 13 Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 1
Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 1
Rachel’s epic search for pleasure, while keeping her virginity.
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Forward:
This is a story featuring Rachel from the explicit novel, “Sex Ed. Lessons”. meant to
flesh out her side of the journey. While it would definitely make things richer
if you've read that series, this is written to stand on its own. And if you
have read that series, and you notice that some small details don't exactly
line up with the events of ‘Sex Ed Lessons’, don't worry about it.
"Do Not cum in my mouth, okay?" a grunt of intoxicated
agreement was cast down, and Rachel dipped back down to take the hard,
glistening cock before her, back into her mouth. Rachel was worried, though.
Not worried about whether he'd forget what he agreed to, It didn't matter,
because she could always tell right before they were going to burst, she was
worried that she was 25, single, and a virgin. She was worried because all of
these things were based in the same concern, i.e. that she wasn't yet married.
Growing up in a conservative, Christian household (one so involved that her
family actually went to Two churches), being married was very important, and
the key to unlocking the next era of her life. It meant she'd be in a secure
relationship with someone she loved. It meant that she could start thinking
about starting a family of her own. But most importantly, although she'd never
admit it, being married meant she could finally fuck.
In all outward appearances, Rachel was the definition of the
good Christian girl, or at least that's what she worked very hard to make her
family and fellow church goers believe. In reality though, it's not that she
was "bad," but she definitely pushed the boundaries of what might be
deemed acceptable to her religious and social circles, especially when it came
to sex. She was still a woman, still had needs, and did everything she could to
satisfy them, as long as it was within the boundaries of "no premarital
sex." Or at least within the boundaries as she interpreted them.
Sex was never talked about in her household, and if the
topic ever snuck its way in, there were only negative feelings expressed. Her
mother always looked down on unwed mothers, or women who lived with their
significant others out of wedlock. Most impactful, though was the way she spoke
about her ex-husband, Rachel's father. Her father had cheated on her mother,
and Rachel knew what that meant, he was having sex with another woman. It was
wrong. It was immoral. And so that's how Rachel began to think about sex, as
something bad and immoral. But if that was the case, why was she so interested
in it? Why did the thought send such a jolt of excitement through her body?
This moral and personal confusion got even more complicated
when she touched herself for the first time on her 18th birthday. There had
been a boy at her party that made her belly flutter, and later that night, her
hand drifted down to the source of that heat and excitement. After the rush of
guilt she felt after that first glorious orgasm, she decided, well, That wasn't
Sex. That didn't Count. That was something she could do again, and boy, did she
want to. It was her little secret, something she did discreetly, behind the
backs of her family and friends, and the clandestine nature of it made it all
the more exciting.
First it was just the sensations of her body, touching,
exploring, that was enough, but soon other things started creeping into her
mind's eye as she pleasured herself. It wasn't just her touching herself, it
was dreams and fantasies of being touched by others. By men.
Rachel's interest in sex developed as quickly as her body
did. By 18 she had grown into quite a striking young woman. Tall, with long red
hair, she wasn't skinny by any means, but she was an athlete, so she became a
wonderful series of curves that began to bring her a lot of attention. She
quickly realized that the main focus of this attention from the opposite sex,
men and boys alike, were her impressive, 38G breasts. She knew they were
staring, she knew they liked them, and pretty soon she began to realize the
power she had over men. She'd never, ever admit it, but she liked it. It turned
her on to think of boys at her school sneaking peeks down her shirt, or certain
dads at her church who couldn't help but get lost in her cleavage. The thoughts
would harden her nipples, making them so sensitive, and she'd squeeze and knead
the big, hot flesh deliciously on her path to self-gratification.
It was around this time, amidst this new era of exploration,
when Rachel discovered porn, another thing her mother had demonized, another
thing she knew she would be chastised for enjoying. Yet it was another thing
she'd never ever admit she enjoyed, another thing whose secrecy and taboo made
it extra hot to her. It began out of a combination of hormones and pure
curiosity. As men became interested in her, she became more and more interested
in them, in what they wanted and what they offered.
She couldn't take her eyes off the screen that first time.
Tense with excitement and the fear of being found out, she trembled as the two
lovers began kissing and caressing. She practically held her breath once they
started to remove their clothes. She had never seen muscles like the rippling
row of glistening power the man had beneath his shirt, and her body tingled as
the woman's hands and lips cascaded over them. She could feel her nipples
getting hard beneath her clothes, and her face flushed with embarrassment. She
was alone, the house was empty, and still the feeling of doing something wrong
held her in its grip. It gripped and excited her all the same.
Entranced by the passion on display, Rachel realized she
audibly gasped when the man on the screen tore open the woman's shirt with one
forceful movement. The woman wasn't wearing a bra, and the click-clacking of
exploding buttons heralded the reveal of two considerable breasts. They were
full and beautiful, but Rachel knew hers were much bigger. Still, she couldn't
take her eyes off them, especially when the man took them into his strong
hands. The woman sighed in pleasure. Rachel was transfixed, no man had ever
touched her like that, and now the desire to change that was firmly rooted in
her mind. Then came the lips.
When the man on the screen took his partner's nipple into
his mouth, Rachel felt a buzz as if it were her nipple he was sucking. Transfixed
as she was, she barely registered her hands moving up to her breasts and
beginning to knead them through the thin fabric of the t-shirt she was wearing.
It was electric, and it was the hottest thing Rachel had ever seen, at least
until the man began to kiss his way down her body. He removed the rest of her
clothes in a whirlwind, and soon his face landed between her taut legs.
Rachel gasped, and as she watched this man pleasure the
woman with his mouth, her hands drifted down into the front of her shorts. She
was soaking wet, and buzzing. Her fingers slipped between her flushed lips, and
her body erupted in sensation. Pretty soon she was lost in the feeling of her
own body, eyes closed dreamily, caught in the soft clouds of moaning coming
from her computer screen. The tension inside her was rising, careening toward a
boiling point, and when her eyes opened, a shudder ran through her. The couple
on the screen had shifted, and now the woman was on her knees in front of her
lover, looking longingly up at him as her fingers danced around the length of a
very large, very strong-looking, Very hard cock.
Rachel couldn't look away. She had never seen a penis in her
life, and here, on the screen before here, was quite a specimen. She was taken
aback by the size, but even more so the passion and excitement with which the
woman was touching it. Her hands ran up and down its thick length, making it
flare even more with each downward stroke, eliciting deep moans of pleasure
from them both. Rachel was practically writhing in her seat, lingering so close
to the edge, entranced by the woman working the thick cock. Then the woman
leaned forward and took the fat head into her mouth.
Rachel moaned loudly, clamping a hand hard over her mouth in
embarrassment. Still, she couldn't take her eyes on the forbidden expression of
passion she was watching. She hadn't even considered putting her mouth on a
penis, as an option. And now here she was watching it being done, and finding
it highly erotic and sexy. When they changed positions again, and Rachel saw
the ecstasy on the woman's face as the man slid himself inside her cunt, it was
all she could take. Her eyes clamped shut suddenly, she bit down on her finger
to try and keep quiet, and her body exploded in orgasm.
Coming down, she watched the two in a languid, post-orgasmic
daze. The way their bodies moved together was intoxicating, and elicited a deep
want and jealousy inside Rachel. She wished it was her getting to experience
that thick, fabulous cock. She was lost in the moment when suddenly the man's
breath began to shorten and wheeze, and he backed off enough so that his
partner could quickly drop to her knees in front of him once again. The camera
pushed in close on just the straining tip and the woman's sliding, stroking hands,
and with a final, loud howl, the man shuddered, and thick white ropes began
leaping and pulsing out of the tip of his cock and splash across the woman's
face and into her open mouth.
Rachel wasn't expecting this. She hadn't even considered it.
She stared for a moment, then quickly shut the video off, sitting for a moment
with what she just witnessed. It was jarring, it was disgusting and dirty, but
at the same time; she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Putting the ending out of her mind, she reveled wistfully in
the experience of watching the two lovers. But porn was bad, wasn't it? She had
been told her whole life to watch out for it, to avoid it. But it was just the
one time, out of curiosity, she didn't "watch porn," that wouldn't be
right. And so she told herself that would be the only time, and it was. At
least until the next time. And the time after that. And the time after that.
Rachel had been developing strong desires, desires that she
was trying to control, but sometimes would find their way to the surface. One
such instance happened during an all-night youth group event where all the
teenagers locked themselves inside the church to watch movies and play board
games all night. Rachel had had a long standing crush on this one fellow member
named Devon, and seeing as they both were graduating high school soon, that
night would might be the last time they'd realistically see each other. So,
deep in the early morning hours, Rachel and Devon found themselves hidden away
from the tired eyes of the other teens, and there, in the dark corner of the
church stairwell, Rachel had her first kiss. It was nice. It was clumsy, but
Rachel didn't care. To her it was electricity coursing through her body. She
was excited. She was giddy. She was more turned on than she'd ever been in her
life.
Breaking from the kiss, Rachel took a moment to compose
herself. When she refocused her attention on Devon, she realized he was looking
down at her chest. As it was a sleepover, Rachel had on a long sleeping shirt,
one which had pulled tight against her mammoth chest thanks to the position
they shared on the stairs. She looked down and saw what the young boy was
transfixed on: her nipples were like two tiny diamonds atop her impressive
globes, pushing hard and prominent against the thin fabric that covered them.
Rachel smiled. Her brain was awash with pleasure chemicals,
hormones dialed to eleven for this first romantic experience, and before she
knew what she was saying, the words tumbled out of her mouth. "You can
touch them if you want."
Caught completely off guard at being caught in his ogling,
Devon sputtered, coughed, and quickly exited the scenario and the stairwell,
leaving Rachel alone, aroused, and embarrassed.
Making her way back to the group, it wasn't long before the first
of the others snuck over to her and gleefully whispered, "You and Devon
kissed?" Still raw from the embarrassment, Rachel denied it, saying she
would never do something like that. And from that point on, as far as any of
them knew, she kept true to her word.
But luckily for Rachel and her hormones, her church life and
her high school life were two completely different worlds, with absolutely zero
overlap. At church she was the perfect princess, living her life as pure and as
chaste as possible, under the watchful eye of her mother and God, but at school
she could be whoever she wanted. At school she had options.
Her first opportunity for something real came at a party at
a friend's house. The friend's cousin was in town, and Rachel thought he was
exceptionally cute. Lying to her mother about where she was going, Rachel was
excited as she dressed, taking care to purposefully show off her deep cleavage
and considerable assets for the first time in her life. She looked good, she
knew it, and when she got to the party, her suspicions were confirmed. All eyes
were on her as she walked in, and the boys all flocked to her side shortly
thereafter.
It didn't take her long to get what she was after, and soon
enough she found herself in a quiet bedroom with her friend's cousin, making
out. It was a breathy, zesty affair that started out innocently enough, with
touching in very chaste places. But when the boy decided to test his limits and
made the first move to touch her breasts, Rachel felt her whole body flush. For
the first time a man was touching her enormous breasts, and it felt absolutely
wonderful. She wanted more.
"Do you want to see them?" she said breathlessly.
All the boy could do was nod. Rachel had picked a top that showed a lot of
cleavage, but that didn't translate into the easiest removal, and after some
pulling and shuffling she finally spilled out over the top and into the cool
night air. She made a mental note to remember something easier access for the
next time.
The boy's eyes were as wide as saucers, and before she could
even give him the go ahead, his hands were on them again, kneading and
squeezing. Rachel lost her breath at the sudden explosion of feeling, and her
eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensations. The boy's lips cascaded over
her neck as he worked her big, sensitive tits, and Rachel's hands slipped down
over his body, taking in the feeling of her first man. He was tight, powerful,
and vigorous. Her hand stopped suddenly when it made its way between his legs,
and underneath the fabric of his jeans she felt, for the very first time, what
she immediately recognized as his cock. His Hard cock.
To say she was excited would be an understatement, and she
could barely control herself. She squeezed and rubbed the hard rod beneath the
boy's pants, doing everything she could to get a sense of its size. Between the
hands squeezing her breasts, and her hands squeezing his cock, Rachel was
totally lost in the moment, so much that she didn't even register when his body
stiffened and he pulled her tight to him. She heard him groan and gasp against
the flesh of her chest, and then immediately she knew what had happened. He had
cum in his pants.
There was a moment of silent recognition, and then suddenly
the boy was off of her. Some awkward words passed between them, and just as
quickly he was gone from the room leaving Rachel alone, breasts still out,
horny and unsatisfied. She'd take care of herself later that night, thinking
about nothing but the feel of the hard cock that had been in her hand.
Her next opportunity would come a couple weeks later at
another party, this time with a kid from her physics class. Rachel had quite a
crush, and had many times thought about him while she touched herself. They had
never really spoken, but that night at the party, with alcohol enough for all
and her tits on display once again, she found her courage and soon the two
ended up alone. This time, when she felt what was between the boy's legs, she
quickly made her way into his pants - she was desperate to avoid the disaster
of the last time. The boy didn't stop her, and soon Rachel's eyes were
transfixed to the fleshy tower sticking out from the folds of fabric, she was
finally face to face with her first cock.
She was excited, she was nervous, but most of all she couldn't
wait to get her hands on it, just like the woman in the video. It wasn't nearly
as impressive as the cock in the videos, but it was a cock, and she was going
to touch it. Once her fingers found their way to the hot skin, she began to
slowly stroke, doing her best to find her way down this untraveled path. The
boy moaned, indicating she was doing things right. It was a delicious feeling.
Rachel's body was buzzing as she played with the boy's cock.
Her nipples were like ice, her pussy was drenched, and her focus was so fully
turned to the stiff, fleshy member in her hands that she didn't even realize
she began to rhythmically squeeze her own thighs together. Each squeeze gently
stimulated her throbbing clit, and sent small bolts of pleasure rushing through
her. She was feeling good, she was feeling sexy, and so it was quite a surprise
when she finally looked back up at the boy and realized he had completely
fallen asleep.
Frustrated and disappointed once again, Rachel sighed, did
up the boy's pants, and went back to the party, letting him sleep it off. Her
mood definitely soured a bit for the rest of the evening, but that didn't stop
her from bringing herself to a raucous climax when she got home, images and
sensations of that hard cock in her hands racing through her mind as she came.
So far high school boys had been a big bust, and her senior
prom was fast approaching. She needed a date who was a sure thing, but she
wasn't certain she trusted anyone enough to really let loose with. Then she
remembered Tim. Tim was a friend of hers from the youth group at the Other
church she went to, and even though it would be breaking the rule she had made,
taking a boy from church to the prom would quell any suspicions from her
mother, what could possibly happen if her daughter's date was a nice boy from
church?
Well, her mother might be a little more hesitant if she had
seen what kind of conversations Tim and Rachel had at night over the internet.
Maybe it was the fact that she didn't go to that church all the time, thus she
didn't see him all the time, or maybe it had something to do with the backrub
he gave her that time on the church camping trip. Tim was cute, to be sure, and
the backrubs he gave were excellent. They became a repeat occurrence, when the
opportunity presented itself, but that camping trip had been special. There at
night, near a dying fire, they got very comfortable with each other. She leaned
close into his body as he touched her, beginning to wonder what it would feel
like if he touched her in other places. She didn't even realize she had let out
a small moan. They were isolated, both clearly turned on, and so Rachel leaned
into it. She touched his thigh, and arched her back into the boy, sending her
considerable breasts up into the night air.
This proved to be too much for Tim, and as he tensed up,
grunted, and then quickly removed himself from the situation and said
goodnight, she knew exactly what had happened. He had cum in his pants. She
wasn't sure how to interpret that at first, but back in her tent, lying quietly
next to her sleeping tent-mate, she thought about it. Despite the embarrassment
on his end, to her, the fact that her body made him cum in his pants was quite
the compliment. And the whole incident had made her extremely wet. Her fingers
slipped slowly into her shorts as she relived the event in her mind, and there
in the quiet of the night she silently worked herself to a breathless orgasm.
Since that night she and Tim remained in a flirty-yet-chaste
relationship, but she knew to get what she wanted she was going to need to step
it up to the next level. Looking at herself in the mirror, she took stock of
her body. She knew how impressive her breasts were, they were bigger than any
other woman she had ever seen. Even bigger than a lot of the women she had seen
in porn, too. She also knew what men wanted. And so after a conversation with
Tim that had extended long into the early hours of the morning, she made her
move, sending Tim some innocent, yet extremely suggestive photos under the guise
of needing his fashion advice. It turned her on, knowing why she was taking the
provocative photos, and her nipples reacted accordingly.
By the end of that evening, Rachel had her prom date.
The prom itself was fun
56 min
September 11 My Sexy Math-lete
My Sexy Math-lete
First time doing the Math Major virgin in a dorm room.
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I love math, and I like to think I'm good at it. It wasn't
my major, but in my first semester of college I took the standard calculus course
everyone in science and engineering takes. I thought I was picking it up fairly
well because I could do the homework, and spent more time on my other courses.
Then came the first test. We got them back on a Friday just
after lunch, and I was shocked. As I stood there looking at the red numbers;
63. Nearly a failing grade, I heard the girl next to me say, "Looks like
you maybe got a little overconfident, Jack?" I hadn't wanted her, or
anyone else to see the pathetic grade.
She was a math major who had sat next to me starting with
the second week. She tossed her shoulder-length brown hair back and looked up
at me. Until now I hadn't paid a lot of attention to her, even though there
weren't many girls in the class, or, for that matter, in this entire university.
Pam was quiet, up til now. She was short, at least 40 pounds
overweight, and had some self-confidence issues. Her glasses were thicker than
mine. But for all that, she was pleasant and friendly, when I talked with her
at all, and even more so now that she could see the lousy grade I had gotten. I
found that odd; I would have expected she would gloat a little, or not say
anything.
She showed me her test, with a 98 on the top. She said she
had screwed up on one problem. I folded my test in half so nobody else could
see the grade; and said, in a low voice that conveyed my disgust with myself
and wouldn't be audible too far away, "I screwed up on nearly half of
them," and I looked away.
I could feel her looking up at me, so I turned back to her.
Her deep brown eyes seemed to search mine. "Do you want a little help? I
used to do tutoring when I was in high school," she offered, and touched
me on the arm.
I looked back at her, and down; she was at least a full head
shorter than me. My first thought was, "Great. She's thinking of me like
some dumb kid."
I said, "I don't know, Pam. I think I'll go back
to my room and have a look at it, myself."
I did that, and by dinnertime I was starting to think that
maybe I wasn't all that good at math. Everyone had told me college would be a
different game, and now I was made painfully aware of just how different. The
scary part was that one of my scholarships required me to maintain a 3.5 GPA or
I would be out of there with nowhere to go.
Literally. It was too late to go to an easier school,
or a less expensive state university, and I had no home to which I could return
to, lick my wounds, and try again.
I went down to the cafeteria at 6:00, my usual dinnertime,
and Pam was at a table with her roommate and another student. She motioned me
over, and since my usual group wasn't there, I could hardly refuse and sit by
myself. It was a Friday night, so probably half the student body was off campus
for the night, if not the weekend.
I put my tray down across from hers, since she had called me
over, and sat down. I was glad she didn't say anything about the test. She and
the others talked about weekend plans and movies, and she asked what I would be
doing.
"I'll be studying, and I have to work half a day
tomorrow." I had a job in the library, shelving books.
The other girls left and Pam reiterated her offer to help me
with math. After a little consideration, I agreed to go to her room later and
work with her. It couldn't hurt, and she was very smart.
I spent another 30 minutes in my room after dinner going
over one particular ratio problem, and although I got the right answer I had to
admit to myself that I didn't really understand it. What got me was that I had
done the assigned homework perfectly, but the test was much harder and the
professor counted tests much more heavily than homework.
I gave up and walked down the stairs, across the quad, up
the stairs, and found the dorm room where Pam lived, and knocked. She answered
quickly, smiling. She was wearing a white blouse with the top two buttons
undone. I could see the cleavage between her huge breasts, and that threw me
off for a second. I'm a sucker for breasts, and cleavage is a big turn-on,
although I didn't expect to be turned on by her. I recalled that she had been
wearing a sweatshirt at dinner, her more usual attire. College girls dress just
as grungy as guys, unless they’re “on the prowl”.
“Happy weekend, Jack. Congratulations on making it through
the week, although I happen to have witnessed a nasty battle scare this
afternoon.” She winked. “I’ll bet there’s probably a simple oversight in one of
your steps. I’m thinking we can work a couple of the test questions and compare
our steps. What do you think?”
“I hope so.” I said. "My confidence really took a hit,
today.”
“I’ll do everything I can to restore your confidence,
quickly.” She said with another seductive wink and a smile.
She invited me in and pulled her roommate's desk chair over
to her desk, motioning for me to sit. She got out the textbook and opened it to
the end of the relevant chapter, where she picked out a problem similar to one
I had missed, one that had not been given as homework. She asked, "What's
the first step in solving this?" And so it went for well over an hour, with
her asking questions, gently correcting my mistakes, going back to where I got
lost, never being nasty or scolding, even when I made dumb mistakes like
getting the right number with the wrong sign.
Some of my mistakes were due to nervousness. I wasn't used
to studying with anyone else, and especially not a girl with big tits being
significantly displayed. I solved the textbook problem and several others like
it.
I got it. After a while, I could solve even the
toughest problems. I had filled four pages in my spiral-bound notebook with
problems. I figured she must have gone to a far better high school than the one
I attended.
Sometime, while we were working, her roommate breezed in and
put a few things in an overnight bag. She gave me a look I couldn't quite
interpret, and didn't seem at all surprised at me being there. Perhaps a
knowing look? Maybe a little bit of a leer?
As she started for the door she said to Pam, "See you
Sunday. You kids have fun." She smiled and was gone. Pam must have told
her she had invited me up to study.
Pam explained that Lynne went home every weekend, and that
she was probably eager to see her boyfriend. "We know what she's going to
be doing," Pam said with a smile. I let that remark go, not knowing how to
respond. I had a guess, and it involved biology, not math.
We finished the last problem and she closed the book, then
turned to face me. "You're really smart. You just needed a little more
practice on this process." Her face flushed a little. "I know I could
use some more practice." Her soft little hand gently touched my inner
forearm near the elbow.
I was a little confused. Her? Need practice? She noticed my
blank look and continued. "I didn't invite you up here just to do math
practice."
Oh. I thought she had. "You didn't?" was all I
could manage.
"No, silly. I've had a crush on you, from the first day
of class. You just seemed a lot nicer than the other people here, and your rich
baritone voice, when you spoke up in class, was wonderful." With that, she
leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, not too quick but not lingering, and
pulled back. It felt good, but I was confused. She smiled. "You're not
used to girls coming on to you, are you?"
"No. This is kind of a first." I still wasn't sure
where this was leading, what she wanted. But even though I was a nerd, I was
starting to catch on.
"You don't have a girlfriend, do you? Someone waiting
at home to see you on holidays?"
She knew I spent the weekends on campus, but not why. My
personal life was a complicated flaming mess, and college was my escape. That
was all the more reason to do well. None of that was any of her business. I had
been seeing someone, but she had dumped me in July, a month before school
started, which didn't surprise me.
What had surprised me was that she ever went out with me to
begin with. This was also the time things really fell apart at home, such as it
was.
"No, no girlfriend," I managed. Her intentions
were becoming clearer.
She got to the point. "Jack, I know I'm not your idea
of gorgeous, but I think I can be a lot of fun." And she slowly leaned in
and kissed me again. I could see down the Grand Canyon of her cleavage as she
leaned in. She was wearing a low-cut bra. I gave in to the kiss, enjoying it
this time. When she pulled back she said, "You may not know it, but you're
hot. You're, what, nearly 6 feet of solid muscle? I don't know how you got that
way, but all of the math department girls notice. And you know how to
kiss."
"How do you know I know how to kiss?"
"I've had a few kisses, but more than that; I'd rather
not say," she replied.
I didn't press the point.
I turned that over in my mind. I was in top shape, between
hikes and camping with the Boy Scouts and my high school job unloading
furniture trucks. But I never thought of myself as a jock, or hot. I didn't
much like sports. I was a nerd. I also thought,
"All of the girls? Like all ten of them?"
There weren't many on campus, and I didn't feel like I got noticed at all.
There were plenty of guys who were better looking than me.
"So you don't have a boyfriend waiting at home?" I
teased. She got a little serious, a little annoyed. "What do you think? If
I did, you wouldn't be here."
She went on. "I said I needed practice, and you've
figured out I wasn't talking about math. I was born with my vagina closed up,
and it had to be surgically opened. And kept open. So my mother used plugs to
do that.
And when I was old enough I used dildos, myself. I got to
really like the feeling of something inside me. I guess I've had more permission
to explore myself than most girls. So I take care of myself a lot, but dildos
can take me only so far."
"So you want me to take your virginity?"
"In full disclosure, I'm not exactly a virgin, in the
sense that my hymen is long gone if I ever really had one.” She paused for
dramatic effect; “But I've never had a real cock in me."
I had a huge approach-avoidance conflict. She had
practically asked me to have sex with her, and I was a virgin.
On one hand, at first blush she didn't seem like someone I
wanted as a girlfriend. Her personality had been growing on me. She was really
nice and easy to talk to. For an eighteen year old male, sex trumps
nearly everything.
On the other hand, although I knew the mechanics of sex from
watching porn and reading, I had no actual idea of how to proceed. My
high-school girlfriend and I had done a lot of kissing and a little clothed
touching, and she let me suck her breasts a few times before she dumped me, but
nothing more than that.
Pam saw my hesitation. "Look, we don't have to be all
kissy-face and holding hands in public. But I do like you, and I can take good
care of you. And I'll get you through math, although you probably don't need
much help if you work a little harder." She leaned in for another kiss,
this one deep and sensual, our tongues playing. I felt her hand behind my head,
and another stroking down my chest. When we finally broke, she had unbuttoned
two more of my buttons. I was rock-hard, my cock straining at my jeans. I had
to adjust, but was too embarrassed to reach down and do it.
"Come over to the bed, with me." she
suggested. I got up and turned toward her bed. She turned off the desk
lamp, and walked the four steps. That delay let me adjust my aching cock. I
then noticed that she’ld kicked off her shoes sometime earlier while we
studied.
She joined me, and I'm sure she noticed the bulge in my
jeans. We had another hot kiss. My hands fondled her luscious tits through the
cloth, then I went for the buttons on her blouse.
When we pulled away, she finished unbuttoning my shirt. She
took off her blouse and bra, revealing two enormous pendulous breasts. Big,
perky nipples sat in the middle of small aureolae, inviting. She leaned back
resting on her elbows, with an adoring smile on her pretty face.
I leaned over and kissed and sucked first one, then the
other nipple. It was awkward but fun and she moaned with pleasure and ran her
fingers though my hair while I brought her nipples to a stiff towering arousal.
It was pretty clear she liked it.
“This is the first time anyone had ever done that.” She said
with a giggling happiness.
When I came up for air, I said, "Let's undress each
other." Yes, a little late for that idea, but I wanted to finish the job
and get a complete look at her.
She agreed and stretched out. I unbuttoned her tight denim
jeans and she lifted her hips up to let me slip them off. Then the red stretchy
panties, which I threw to the desk.
And there she was, naked and mine if I wanted to take her. I
could see the trimmed patch of dark brown hair pointing to her pussy, but
nothing more. Her thighs were smooth and full and covered her slit.
"Your turn," she said. She rolled off the bed and
stood up and removed my shirt, then gently pushed me back on the bed. She
unlaced my running shoes, took them off, and took off my socks.
She stroked my cock through my jeans, then unbuckled my
belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I raised my hips while she tugged both
hands along my waistband and slid them off.
My light blue boxer-briefs had a wet spot of pre-cum on
them. She took them down carefully so as not to bend my upwardly stiff shaft,
and gazed hungrily at what she saw.
I'm not huge, but at just over six inches and fairly thick,
I'm somewhat bigger than average. She took the briefs past my feet and leaned
over to suck the cock tip a little. She asked about the wet spot. "When
guys are turned on, we get a little wet, just like girls."
"Oh, pre-cum," she said. I later learned just how
much she liked erotica, but somehow that detail had escaped her. She tossed the
briefs on top of her panties.
"So here we are," I said. "Please don’t think
I’m irresponsible, Pam; but You have completely surprised me. I don't
have any condoms with me, and I don't want to get you pregnant." I was giving
her a chance to back out, but I was really giving myself that chance.
"Don't worry about that. I had a lot of problems with
erratic periods, so my mother got me on the Pill when I was 15."
"Wow," I thought. "My first time and I get to
go in bareback." What I said was, "That's great for us. I’m sorry for
your troubles."
Pam winked and added; “I could have stopped after 12 months,
but I loved how the hormone therapy transformed my rollie polie shape into a
more buxom form. I’ve now got a better waistline ratio than I ever had.”
She moved to lay on her back with her ass on the edge of the
bed and brought her legs up high and spread them wide. She was surprisingly
flexible. I took a good long look at her pussy. It was a little different from
what I had seen in porn. Her inner lips were small and her clit was tiny. Her
huge, outer lips were swollen and parted. I got on my knees and gave her pussy
a long kiss. I liked the scent, something I had only read about. It's hard to
describe, a little musky, maybe a little sharp. She tasted salty, too. She
moaned as my tongue found her clit. In my naiveté I thought that constituted
foreplay.
"Jack, have you ever done it before?"
"Done what? Sex?" and my voice trailed off. I had
been found out.
"I didn't think you had. That's part of why I wanted
you. Well, you know I haven't either. Just some toys."
That made me feel better to hear her say it, even though I
already knew that. “Can I talk you into more tutoring?”
“Oh, damn straight you can!” But my cunt is aching for a
visitor to go spelunking. Deep spelunking.” She winked and smiled. “Let’s
rain-check the oral, for now, okay?”
I stood up and she took the opportunity to scoot up to lie
full length on the bed, and brought her legs up. I knelt between them and
stroked her with the tip of my cock, starting with her clit and ending at her
opening. She was soaking wet, ready.
With my cock pressing at her opening, I positioned my arms
over her shoulders and remained suspended over her amazing tits. I looked deep
into her eyes and said; “Miss Pam; I’d like to introduce you to my eager
tallywhacker.”
I carefully pushed in, slowly at first, then buried my
length up to the balls in her. What I later came to call the "shock of
entry" was amazing, that feeling when the tip goes into a wet, ready
vagina. She moaned and looked at me, her eyes wide, and leaned her head up. I
leaned down and kissed her, savoring the moment of having just entered a woman
for the first time. She was wet and tight, and felt nothing like my own hand.
Her cunt was hot, wet, and rigidly tight.
‘I don’t move.” Pam whispered in my ear. Let’s just feel
this fullness.” It was heavenly, but neither of us could delay our natural
urges for long. We both began twerking. Within a few seconds we were full-on
pumping.
When a man has sex for the first time, there are at least
two things that can go wrong, and often do.
The first, inability to get or stay hard, was obviously not
the problem.
What happened to me was the other one: premature
ejaculation. I made exactly four long strokes in and out of her and came,
shooting cum deep into her soaking cunt.
I panted into her ear, "Oh my god, Pam. I'm sorry I
came so fast." But I didn't pull out, and I stayed fairly hard. I felt her
cunt muscles squeeze me, and she said, "It's okay. Just stay all of the
way in and hold me." I raised up on my forearms and kissed her. I was
embarrassed beyond belief. It was a good thing she couldn't see my red face in
the dim light.
I moved in and out a little, and after a few minutes I was
good and hard again. She moved with my rhythm, and after just five or six
minutes, she came. It was amazing. I felt her cunt gripping my cock, heard her
ragged, gasping breathing, felt her shudder and her head moved from side to
side. I kept stroking her, despite the feeling behind my balls telling me I
could cum again, letting her enjoy her climax. But then I thrust deep into her
and stopped, and let her orgasm trail off. She held me tightly and whispered,
"That was incredible, Jack. I never would have guessed. But I did
fantasize."
I lifted up a little and kissed her, still not moving. I
wanted to stay in her forever. But she moved her hips, and I started moving
again, but managed to hold off cumming.
She panted and whispered, "Fuck me hard, Jack." It
was incredibly hot to hear, and I did, thrusting in and out of her tight cunt
and making her cum once more. I stopped moving when I again felt the telltale
sensation behind my balls. "Why did you stop?" she asked.
I said, "It feels better if I don't cum s
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September 10 Online Roleplay Intimacy
Online Roleplay Intimacy.
An Interactive Gaming Tryst Becomes More.
Based on a post by Miss
Vixen. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy
Stories.

Mitch Cooke is a fifty-four year old widower. His wife Darla, of
thirty-two years passed away from cancer two years ago. He's a
great-looking guy for his age. He works out regularly, so he's well
toned. It's hard to find any fat on him. He spends his spare time
camping and hiking.
He stands tall at six feet, four inches. Roughly two hundred
pounds. His hair prematurely grayed in his early twenties, and his
steel gray eyes gives him a somewhat scary look.
He's a highly skilled network engineer at one of the top ten
accounting firms in the world. Mitch is well respected by his friends
and colleagues.
The one thing that frustrates Mitch is that despite his age, he is
still a virile man. His eight and a half inch thick, uncut cock still
gets hard and stays hard without chemical help. However, because of
his age, he gets few opportunities to use his manhood as intended. He
never thought he'd have to resort to call girls, as he and his wife
were sexually active until she was diagnosed with cancer, but he
finds himself using their services more and more.
A couple weeks ago he found a website that at least gives him
something to masturbate to. The erotic stories managed to excite him.
Last week he found a younger lady to chat with. She was shy at
first, but now she can get him hard fast. Their role-play getting
more and more erotic and even getting into the kinky taboo range.
They hook up almost every night, and he actually looks forward to the
heated chats.
The way she described herself, she reminds him of a young lady at
work, but she is way too shy for what gets discussed between them.
Melody Walker is a twenty-two year old office clerk at the same
company as Mitch. She's friendly to the people around her, but they
don't go out of their way to include her in anything. She's actually
OK with that. She doesn't drink, and partying isn't her thing. They
work in a downtown office tower, near several other corporate and
government buildings.
She was raised by two extremely religious parents. If she looked
at a boy funny, they would punish her for attempting to drive the guy
to lust. That wasn't ever the case, but it is what they believed.
Most times it was the guy trying to tempt her.
She held onto her beliefs after she moved out of her parents home.
She thought, "Least I'm not as extreme as my parents."
She is pretty sure she is the only virgin employed at the firm,
from the gossip she heard. She's not ugly, but not a beauty queen
either. She doesn't wear make-up or dress to impress.
She is roughly five feet four inches. Her small breasts barely
fill an B cup bra. She has long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes.
She is often told she has a cute, shapely ass and pretty legs. Her
best friend told her she could be prettier, if she just tried some
make-up. She had the body of a fashion model, and a smile which could
light up any room.
Her ever-growing libido has been steadily putting her at odds with
her earnest desire to live a life which honors God and avoids the
perils that eventually comes from carnal compromises. Her parents
taught her it is sinful to masturbate, but now it feels so good.
Regardless of what her parents think, Melody is secretly
masturbating more and more. A few weeks ago she found this website
with a chat area. She was kind of shy at first, but she met this
older guy who is fun to talk to. She knows he is much older, but that
just makes chatting with him that much easier. It is easy to open up
to him, and he seems very comfortable with who he is. Their
conversations are extremely erotic and exciting.
Melody reads the many stories on the site, and incorporates them
into her encounters with OlderLover26. She doesn't want him to know
how innocent she is.
After a couple weeks of chatting with OlderLover26, she managed to
get up enough nerve to ask him for a picture of his 'thing'. He said
he would send the picture if she stopped calling his cock a 'thing',
and if she'd send him a picture of her tits.
Surprisingly, she did it, and he sent the picture she requested.
It is the first adult cock she has ever seen, hard or soft. The sight
of it made her pussy wetter.
The last time Mitch was online with Purity310, she asked him for a
picture of his 'thing'. He laughed at that for a couple minutes and
typed back her, "stop calling my cock 'thing' and I'll send the
picture, but I want to see your titties."
When his computer dinged, it surprised him to see a picture of a
pair of pretty breasts with stiff long nipples. The picture came
close to making him cum. He took a picture of his hard cock, and sent
it to her.
Staring at the picture of her breasts, he wrapped his hand around
his hard cock and started stroking. He loved the smooth and firm
breasts he was staring at.
Just before he came, he spotted something. Between those breasts
he saw a silver and gold crucifix that he is sure he's seen before.
It couldn't be his new coworker. She is way too religious and
buttoned up.
Melody stared at the picture of the cock she received. She'd never
seen a real adult cock. She managed not to look at all the pictures
on the website, but she knows cocks came in various sizes, from the
stories she heard and read. The one she is staring at now, could not
on the smaller size.
The more she stared, the hornier she got. Her hand drifted between
her legs, and her fingers entered her soaked pussy. As she fingered
herself, she noticed the ring on the hand holding the cock.
She knows her online friend used to be married. That didn't bother
her. Melody is sure she has seen that ring before. Just as her body
succumbed to the pleasure of her fingers, she thought, "It
couldn't be that kind older man I work with?"
All day long at work the next day, both Mitch and Melody found
themselves distracted, wondering if they could be right. What if they
were? What would they do about it?
Mitch's cock answered his own question. Four times, Mitch quickly
exited to the restroom to relieve the immense pressure which came
from his thoughts of Melody. He laughed to himself, thinking, "I
haven't been this excited by sex, since I first met my young wife."
He was afraid to actually talk to Melody about his suspicions. It
would be considered harassment, if he's wrong.
Melody sat at her desk in a constant state of arousal. That
beautiful phallus photo completely distracted her from her workload.
The glorious way it towers upward, and the perfectly-sculpted crown
with that amazing ridge! The network of blue and red veins, which
circumspectly decorate the surface of the shaft. That red reddish
purple hue of the spongy cap! It's just glorious to imagine. But she
dare not open her phone again. Not out on the work floor.
She's already been to the restroom stall twice that morning, to
rub out the tingling arousal.
And the rounded sack with lovely curly pubic hairs! Why did she
want that glorious cock so badly?
Mitch is so much older than her. What if it is him? The online him
does arouse her like she's never been aroused before; and she is
aroused now thinking about him. She can't just walk up to him and ask
to study his wedding ring. That would be creepy. If it's not him,
that would be an HR nightmare.
That night, Mitch waited patiently at his dining room table for
Purity310 to come online. He was about to give up hope, Then Mitch
smiled when she appeared online.
Next to her name he could see a little user icon. He clicked on
the icon, and suddenly two perfect small breasts showed up on his
screen. The words in the text box said, "You okay with my icon?
I Figured since you saw a picture of the twins, why not?"
He responded quickly, "More than okay. They are perfect. I
wish I could reach out, touch them and suck on those gorgeous
nipples."
Her response came on his screen, "Would you really?"
It surprised Melody when a cam window popped up with his hard cock
poked up past the waistband of his white briefs. The top 3 inches
were showing, and the words, "Does this answer your question?"
Mitch had set a webcam in another chair and it provided a live video
feed of his turgid cock, framed by his thighs and up to his sternum.
Melody's heart pounded hard in her chest, as she sat at her
computer desk, in her bedroom. She reached up and touched her screen.
Without thinking she grabbed her webcam and set it on the tower case,
under her desk. She pointed her camera at her crotch. She slowly
pulled up her skirt and opened her legs to OlderLover26 so he could
see that her hot wet excitement had drenched her panties.
“I can't quite see what's on the video? It's dark.”
Mitch replied
Melody grabbed the little desk lamp and set it beside the CPU
case. The video image became well-lit. The lavender panties had a
darkened circle. On her screen she saw, his response: "OlderLover26:
Did I cause that?"
She typed back, "Every time we talk."
In a reply, Mitch typed: "That gives me hope."
She replied, "Would you masturbate for me? I would do it to
your uh; cock, but sadly, I am not there."
Mitch typed a reply, "I will, but please, take off the
panties."
Hesitant she slowly took them off and sat back down with her legs
closed. She has never been naked around a man. Even though this man
was online, she found herself nervous. He started to stroke his cock.
She could clearly see his ring on his finger. The more he stroked,
the more she instinctively opened her legs. In an almost automatic
response, her hand slid between her legs. Her palm rested up on her
curly tuft, but herindex finger extended down to a spot just where
her pussy lips split. She was firmly pressing on her clit, in a
circular pattern.Now they were both masturbating.
On her screen came the words, "That's it, baby, finger your
pussy for me. Make believe they are my fingers."
Slouching down to expand her access, she thought, "So dirty,
but I love it." She responded, "Tell yourself it's my hand,
wrapping around your penis."
He wrote, "Ha ha, say cock baby. That's it, baby girl, thumb
your clit."
She wrote back, "Your cock looks so hard. Did I cause that?"
He in a reply, "Yes, baby girl. Will you lean in and kiss my
cock."
She thought, "He wants me to put it in my mouth." She
didn't know how to actually suck a man's cock, but she read all about
oral sex.
He saw her torso slide up and then her abdomen pressed in on the
edge of the desk.
She typed, "My lips touched your cock and gently kiss it."
She realized as she typed her response, her mouth is actually open to
receive him. This only made her wetter and wanting this man for real.
She typed everything she imagined she should do, and smiled at the
words he typed back to her.
Her hips had slid back down and she now had two fingers sliding
along the inside of her labia's length.
She watched his strokes speed up and felt herself cumming. He
pistoned on his shaft and she used two fingers to slide along both
sides of her big clit. Over the Internet, they came together. She
watched as he shot his seed in the air, upward and then landing on
his torso. She was fascinated by what she just witnessed.
As he shot his load, he saw Purity310 arch up and clamp her thighs
together, Her other hand quickie typed; "Pappy," her pet
name for him. He saw her fingers get more drenched.
When she calmed down, she quickly shut down her connection. She
wondered, "What did I just do?" All she knew is this felt
wonderful. However, the real thought, she is now certain it is Mitch.
She thought, "What should I do?"
Mitch's having similar thought spoke out loud, "I am positive
Melody is the girl I am playing online with. What am I going to do?"
The online games continued and got hotter and hotter over the next
couple nights. Mitch watched as Melody produced a vibrator and placed
it on her clit. Mitch typed what he would do to her as he watched her
use the vibrator. One time she accidentally bumped her camera, and he
saw her long blond hair. He has no doubts it is Melody he is online
with.
The next day, breathing heavily, he approached her at work. His
heart raced. His cock stiffened and he discretely adjusted himself.
An action he was certain Melody saw. When he got close, she quickly
looked away from him. He could see her stiff nipples and her hand
between her legs. All he knew now, is he had to have her.
The next day at work, Melody found herself in a tizzy. She is
beyond sure OlderLover26 is Mitch. Her thought went to what would it
feel like to have his real cock inside her. Her pussy ached at that
thought. Her nipples got rock hard. Her heart beat so hard she felt
every beat.
Surprisingly, she enjoyed her current state. Melody thought, "This
feeling can't be wrong," just as she looked up and saw Mitch
adjust himself. She quickly looked away but could not move her hand
from between her legs. No doubt he could see her hand cupping her
pussy.
After he passed, Melody ran to the ladies room. She checked to see
if the room was empty and sat in a stall. She didn't know that Mitch
slipped into the men's room and into a stall.
Melody pulled up her dress and started rubbing her pussy. Mitch's
hand stroked his cock in a Men's room stall.
Mitch's phone vibrated, and when he looked at the phone. A local
number which he wasn't familiar with. Clicking to view it, he saw the
incoming message photo, he could see a picture of a hand between a
girl's legs in a very similar-looking bathroom stall. The words, "You
caused this, OlderLover26." on the screen.
He sent an equally graphic picture back and typed the words,
"Well, Purity310, what are we going to do about this?"
She wrote back, "I am going to imagine my hand is around
'thing' and it is your fingers between my legs."
He laughed when he read her response and wrote back, "That's
not my finger; it's my tongue."
She wrote back, "Oh, yes, Pappy, eat my 'thing'. Feels so
good." Least she hopes it would feel good since no one has eaten
her pussy.
Using her real name for the first time, he wrote, "You know,
Melody, I want you badly for real."
Melody replied, "I know, Mitch, I want you as well, but I am
still a virgin."
Mitch replied, "Seriously?"
Melody replied with a sad face emoji and the words, "Yes,
religious thing, but my body wants to feel you inside of me. I want
to do all the things we have done online for real. Oh, I am cumming."
Mitch replied, "Me too, babygirl. Come for Pappy." He
smiled because he is pretty sure he actually heard her cum just as he
did. He typed, "I just came. I so much want to suck on your
breasts, eat your pussy, fuck you and cum inside of you."
Breathing heavy at what she just read, she typed back, "I
want that too, Pappy. I want to feel and taste 'thing'. I want you
inside me. Can you be patient with me?"
On her phone, she saw Mitch's smiling face with one word
underneath, "Yes."
Will you trust me to care for and satisfy you” Mitch bravely
asked.
The silence was agonizing. The young, beautiful, and virtuous
woman was more than he deserved. He began to physically shake in
anxiety that he was getting rejected.
Then the text updated and a long post appeared.
“Mitch, I don't deserve a man as wonderful and caring as
you. I know you are taking a bigger risk with a woman like myself.”
“You'll never find a woman who replaced all that your
departed wife was, but I know I'm honored to enjoy the kind, and
caring man she devoted herself to.”
“To be honest, I'm struggling with a battle in my soul,
having passionate desires and patiently waiting for an honorable way
to satisfy, and be satisfied.”
“If you are of a like mind and comparable passions, Let's
walk thru this portal to a wonderful place. Yes?”
Mitch replied. “The court house is just 3 blocks west. I can
meet you in 30 minutes. That's how patient and passionate I am. And
I'll pledge the same life of devotion to you, that I shared with
Darla, until her passing.”
The final text came back to Mitch just 10 seconds later; “Race
you there?”
Based on a post by Miss
Vixen, for Lush Stories.
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September 09 Fortune Cookies and Damn Luck: Part 3
Fortune Cookies and Damn Luck: Part 3
I wanted to give her what she was begging for.
Based on a post by SandyMarl,
in 3 parts. Listen to the
► Podcast
at My First Time.

Rory laid flat on her back, watching the stars twinkle
through the humid summer night's sky. Rory looked like she was an artistic nude
which had been sculpted out of the cream-colored limestone block underneath
her. I ran my fingers through her wet hair as she spoke to me in a faraway
hush. I loved the smell of her wet hair. I loved the smooth feel of her skin. I
loved her little chirps, moans and squeaks as I romanced her. I loved how easy
and fun she was to be with. It was a perfect summer night, a night of good
fortune.
I was sexually aroused and excited to take this chance for
romance further with Rory. I was nervous; what if this was as far as Rory
wanted to go? If I pressed my luck too hard, would she recoil from my advances?
I was between a rock and a hard place; the hard place was evident between my
legs.
Rory stretched her arms over her head and with her quiet
voice asked me, "Carl, why do you think this place is called Luck
Creek?"
Being a bit slow on the uptake, I offered a historical
guess, "It was likely named after some early settler in these here parts;
probably some scruffy old dude named Jedidiah Luck homesteading here to escape
his creditors."
"I think Luck Creek is a good name, no matter how it
came to be. I think it's a good name because I think we're lucky to be here
tonight." Rory paused after her wistful opinion, then in a shy voice Rory
asked me a question while she kept her eyes looking up at the moon, "Carl,
do you feel like getting lucky tonight? cause I think this is a good place and
a good time for that. I think it could count as one of my wishes."
My flagging cock took notice of Rory s words and sprung once
again into a towering inferno of lust with a flush of hot blood out of my brain
and rushing into my cock. I wanted her now more than ever. I wanted to mount
her and have her cunny wrap around my seething rod as I pumped her hard,
fucking her as she lay underneath me making me erupt in an explosion of hot
sperm, blasting away forever my virginity. Oh damn yes! I wanted to get lucky
tonight. Yes, I wanted to fuck away our virginity together under the full moon
on a hot summer night. She was offering me the chance to take her virginity, it
was an offer that my straining cock and blue balls would take in a heartbeat.
I rolled to my side and leaned over to plant a passionate
kiss on her lips as I petted her forehead and carried my hand over the top of
her head and damp hair. I broke off the kiss and moved my lips down her throat,
intending to return to her upturned breasts where I had enjoyed myself a little
earlier in the evening. Rory caught my head between both of her hands and
stopped my progress. With an easy gesture she lifted my head so that I was
looking into her eyes. "You know Carl, I've never really done this before.
Will you promise to be gentle with me?"
I inched back up to give her another passionate kiss on the
lips. It was a kiss of reassurance. I finished my kiss and whispered into her
ear, "I promise. You just let me know how you're doing. I'll listen to
you. I promise."
Rory pulled my head and snapped it back to her lips as she
held me tight by the temples while she tongued me as a way of thanking me for
my promised approach to her first time. Rory released me and I positioned
myself over her, nose to nose as she beamed a broad smile at me, brighter than
the moon above us. "Carl, don't think that I don't want to make love with
you out here, I do. Carl, I'm all melty inside my girl parts and I want you to
make love to me. It's just that I've heard that the first time can be painful
at first for girls. I think my hymen is long gone, but I'm still a wee bit
nervous - but mostly I'm really ready to try it with you. I'm all breathy and
excited and bothered, but just be gentle, OK?"
I licked her ear making her squeal. I whispered, "I
promise."
With that, Rory gently guided my head with her hands and
placed it between her legs as she lay flat on her back on our big stone block
which tilted slightly toward the water. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted
her to get just what she wanted and enjoy her good fortune. I spread her labia
with two fingers from each hand. I had never seen a woman's cunt up close and
personal like this; I'd only seen these delicate parts on porn videos. The
look, touch and scent of a real woman's sexy parts was wild and intoxicating
beyond expectation. Rory s cunt was a beautiful sight. It was slippery and very
moist and I lingered for a moment with my fingers holding her cunt open just so
that I could freeze the view in my mind.
I wanted to remember Rory s tight, pink cunt like this for
the rest of my life. Rory inched her legs a bit wider. I could hear her
snorting breaths break into the still night air as she felt my fingers trace
along each side of her puffy, glistening labia. I explored her cunt's rim with
my promised gentle touch. Rory s chest was heaving and flexing, making her tits
waver with a subtle liveliness that made me want to pounce on them like a
tomcat on a mouse. I inserted a finger deeper into her fleshy interior, probing
and exploring the hidden mysteries of this intimate feminine world. Rory s hips
began to lift from the stone slab as her breath became labored and erratic.
I moved my finger through her slickened and silky opening,
absorbing every sensation I could; her viscous wetness coating my finger, her
bucking and twitching hips, her tense legs and flexing belly muscles. It was
all a joy and a wonder to touch a woman like this and to be rewarded with a
sound show of moans coming from this tender girl being dragged by spontaneous
flinches into a new realm of her own pleasure.
I may be lacking hands-on experience, but I knew enough
anatomy to be interested in hunting for and finding Rory s clitoris. I had
heard that for women, it's all about the clit. I drew my finger out of her
heated hole and dragged it with a slow upward stroke between her juicy cunt
lips as I trolled Rory s uncharted depths for that little ruby button that was
the key to paradise.
Rory s channel was filled with liquid pleasure as I waded
toward the top of her crease. My finger tip stubbed against a small, firm
nubbin. I ran my finger up the underside of this slippery jelly bean as Rory
jolted forward with her shoulders lifting them halfway off the hard, flat
surface under her. Out of carnal curiosity and the pure joy of tickling a young
lady's private parts, I rolled her thick cunny nectar around my fleshy, rigid
discovery. Rory burst into rapid, hard huffing breaths as she unwound a series
of moans as she writhed like a pinned serpent with her stomach muscles visibly
vibrating in heated contractions. Rory collapsed flat on her back again as she
flailed with her arms in spasmodic agitation as if she was trying to swat me
away from engaging in cunny play.
She tensed and arched her hips, bowing above the stone
surface. She cried out, "Whoa, oh, oh, oh. Gentle, easy, easy, gentle,
whoa, whoa." I feared I had been too rough with Rory s super sensitive sex
button. Keeping true to my promise, I stopped and placed my hand on her thigh.
"Rory, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act so rough with
you." I was terrified that I had damaged her. "Did I hurt you?"
I asked as I rubbed her leg in concern.
"No. No, that was good. That was really much too good.
It got kind of intense. But it was amazingly good. You made me feel like hot
lava was swarming out from my cunt into my insides. You were great," she
panted. "Sorry to unnerve you. I just lost control. I think I'm better
now. May I have some more of that. Pretty please? With a popped cherry on
top?"
"Damn. I thought I broke you." I chuckled to myself
at the mysterious ways of a woman. "So, was that an orgasm?"
Rory gave me a small bunch of quick nods as she lay
recovering from orgasmic rants and pants. "Maybe it was orgasms, plural. I
think I kind of lost track as I flew out of control."
Rory waved me closer to her. I ducked my head to begin with
nipple suckling, something that I was thinking that I was getting pretty good
at. Rory grasped my head with both hands and redirected me toward her pussy.
"You've been quite the gentleman tonight. Remember, slow and easy. But let
me warn you, I might scream up a storm again. I've got a hungry, buzzy craving
going on down there where you were giving me the business." With that
warming she gave a little laugh and pushed my head into her juicy crotch.
I knew what she was asking. I knew that I wanted to give her
what she was begging for. I settled between her thighs, played with her labia
with my fingers and opened her up to peek at her clit, the ultimate mystery
spot, hidden in Rory s inner sanctum. I put the tip of my finger on what looked
like a fat, pointed eraser hiding behind tiny, pink curtains. I touched her
love button and she moaned loudly, working up to another frantic scream. I
watched that proud princess twitch and pulse as she grunted and writhed on her
back. With my hands pressing against her inner thighs, I leaned in and began to
flick her engorged clitoris with my tongue.
She immediately arched her hips and began to let out soft
squeaks before she was overcome and began to be buffeted with deep moans as her
hips began to bounce and grind into my tongue. I gave her long, wet licks with
my tongue. She pressed the back of my head tighter into her cunt. When I
alternated to pressing hard on her clitoris with my tongue and then returning
to give her quick circles, she begged me, "Do it more, more, more! Please!
Yes, yes," were her soft cries and pleas.
I licked and lightly sucked the princess as Rory arched and
bucked and grew restless with my tongue bath. She bent herself into a bow,
holding her cunny hard against my face. I slid my hands under her bottom and
squeezed her cheeks as she froze into pretzel form, legs and calves pushing her
into my tongue, her shoulders pinned against the stone slab as she bellowed
with a deep and extended soul-draining moan that sounded as if it was being
pulled from the center of the earth. With a sharp yip, she collapsed flat on
her back as she covered her face with her hands and searched for breath as her
boobs bobbed in reverberation to the release of her sexual tension.
"Was that another orgasm?" I asked. I shouldn't
have asked. Rory just gave me a moan as she waved her hands to fan her
sex-flushed face.
I was on pins-and-needles, revved up and horny. To hear Rory
roaring during her orgasms made me want to fuck her. I wanted to ravage this
writhing, naked woman who was responding so exquisitely to my licks and
touches. I wanted a piece of the action. I had promised to be gentle and to
listen. I had listened, and now I wanted to take her. But I'd have to do it
gently.
I returned to stick my tongue in her sloppy, wet crack of
crazy, carnal copulation. Rory signaled with her hand on my chin that it was
time for me to stop licking her clitoris. She was barely able to speak, she was
tense with sexual excitement and I could tell that her cunt had gotten very
wet, and not from my own saliva, but her own excited sexual juices. Her
beautiful tits with their large areola and proud nipples were heaving in the
thick night air under the moonlight and she hoarsely whispered, "I need you
to come inside of me. I want you so much right now Carl. I am hot and I can
feel my girly juice trickling onto our love stone. I want you so much. I want
you to take me and have me as my first lover. It is my wish and my
desire."
"Rory you are so hot and sexy right now. I want you so
bad. I will be gentle. I'm going to fuck you now. Are you ready for me?"
"I am so ready to be fucked by my lover. I want this.
It is a wish come true. Yes, come fuck me."
Rory watched me from her back as I adjusted my position. I
wanted to ease into her gently. I wanted to have her hot, feminine flesh tube
take me in and envelop me in our united passion. As I pushed her knees apart,
Rory made a request. "I want you to come at the same time with me. When I
reach my orgasmic peak, can you stroke that long and thick periscope of yours
to make all of that semen abandon ship at the same time I climax?"
"As you wish," I said with a smile, hoping I could
coordinate our climaxes. It might be too much to ask for our first time at
this, but I was not willing to admit to my doubt at this point. I was going to
try, reasoning that the bitterest of regrets fall not upon those who try but
fail, but on those who fail to try.
With a pleading ache in her voice, Rory begged, "Oh
Carl, I need you to come inside me. Please make love to me."
Rory bent her knees, putting her soles flat on the smooth
stone surface of our rough-hewn altar to love, an altar where we were about to
sacrifice our virginity. It was a grand moment for each of us, Rory tensed with
excitement and perhaps a tinge of foreboding as she had already expressed her
concern about some pain during my penetration. I pushed her knees a bit wider
and stroked her taut skin up to her hips. Rory watched my moves intently,
giggling nervous giggles as my hands arrived at the entrance of her love
chamber. I noticed her hands ball into fists, "Relax Rory, I promise I'll
be gentle and listen to you."
"I know, I know. This is better than Christmas. I'm
nervous and excited; I want you to come into me Carl. Oh I wish, I wish, I
wish," she cooed, yet kept her fists clenched.
I held my inflexible cock in my left hand as I balanced with
my right hand planted next to Rory s side. I aimed my spear at the furry target
before me; inching closer to her while I held my cock and guided it between her
succulent labia. I manipulated my pole up and down the vertical pink opening,
bathing him in Rory s glorious nectar without forcing my smoldering rod too
deep or too fast into her secret depths.
Rory held her breath while I played in the shallows at her
cave's entrance. Back and forth, up and down I moved my stiff member, teasing
her cunny and letting her anticipate the coming, cherry-popping penetration. I
played with her steamy opening, brushing my cock in and out of her feminine
folds longer than she had the capacity to hold her breath. Rory had become so
overloaded with the buildup for this moment that she had forgotten to breathe,
until her lack of oxygen intake was made obvious by her suffocated lungs.
Rory s chest burst with a mighty exhalation, panting with
leaden breaths as if she had finished a sprint. Breathing heavy, she tipped her
head back and closed her eyes. Her shoulders were arched, exposing her throat
as it gulped in the intoxicating atmosphere and thrust her tits with her large,
dark nipples into the air. She whimpered in anticipation of her exalted, heated
passion as I primed her cunny with my solid cylinder of heated blue steel. I
watched her squirm and her breasts rise and fall in quick succession. I wished
I had a hundred hands to fondle her tits, caress her ass, stroke her cheeks,
play with her hair and touch her body everywhere at once.
I eased into her cunt with a gentle and smooth motion,
halting before I got too far, checking my lover for any signs of discomfort. I
released the grip on my shaft. I was ready to free fuck my little fortune
cookie, but I held my position suspended between her thighs for a moment to
make sure I was doing it the right way, or at least the way I thought Rory
wanted to be penetrated. As I paused in my penetration, Rory swept her arms
over my shoulder and pulled her knees back part way to her chest, sticking her
feet into the air as she sang out in short, high-pitched barking noises.
I stayed partially submerged in her pool of pleasure,
looking into her face with her eyes shut tight, "How is that?"
Through a clenched jaw she answered, "It's not so
bad."
In a surprise move, Rory launched her pelvis upward, forcing
my cock further into her tight, wet wedge without me moving a muscle. She
bounced up and down to greet my meat, grinding and groaning. I could hold back
no longer and plunged into her cunt with a hearty thrust. Rory shrieked and dug
her fingers into my shoulder blades. I gave her another sharp, scooping thrust
driving as far back into her sexy cavern as I could reach. Her cunt muscles
clench my love muscle, providing encircling, enraptured pleasure as I lunged in
and out of Rory s honey pot. Rory kicked her feet in the air and brought them around
my lower back as she clung tight to my shoulders, sinking her nails into my
skin as I pounded her harder and faster.
In shallow, gasping breaths all that she could say was
"Yes, yes yes."
"Are you close to your climax?" I managed to ask.
Within my own loins I knew that I was close to climaxing. The overwhelming
erotic contraction scrunching my balls and the scalding desire to inseminate
this plush cunt wrapped around my smoldering cock grew like a boiling tsunami
in my balls as I strained and willed myself to keep from exploding.
I sensed she was getting tense throughout her body; her
head, shoulders, knees and toes. Her sexual tension that I detected must be
pulling her body tight like this, it was an unspoken sign that this woman was
nearing another grand orgasm. With other-worldly sounding sighs she mumbled,
"I feel I am really close. I'm climbing higher and higher, oh god I am on
the edge!"
I pounded her hard, using the few strokes I had left in me
before I was ripped apart by my own urges to erupt with a thunderous explosion.
There was a tightly wound coil behind my cock, twisted and contorted with
carnal desires and years of frustration. I bore my virginity with
disappointment and bitter unfulfilled dreams, having lusted for girl after girl
but never made it with one of them. My long-simmering need to dive into a cunt
was winding my internal coiled sex-spring of desire tighter with each hungry
thrust I made into her moist offering. I was concentrating on my sensation of a
compressed and powerful coil embedded in my gut, knowing that in an instant
this high sexual tension would be released in a rush of anguished
gratification. I didn't know exactly what would happen when it did happen, or
if I could handle it. The forces building inside me were so great, mysterious
and irrevocable.
With what seemed like great difficulty, Rory managed to
choke out a few words between low and long moans; "Watch me. I am about to
come. Watch me; I am so close to the edge!" Rory s words were followed by
a pitter-patter series of grunts.
My rapid humping of her cunt pushed her into the throes of a
shaking crescendo, Rory pushed me on my chest and roared, "Oh do it now!
Cum on me Carl!"
I was at the end of my tightly stretched rope and my ability
to control myself any longer. With a last deep and glorious dip, I jabbed her
with my final and most furious fuck. I pulled away from the sloppy, squishy sex
sounds we were making in the moonlight and grunted as I gave myself the final
fulfilling hand stroke, unleashing all that pent-up desire in my balls and
loins, ready to heave my glorious seed in indulgent, gluttonous contentment.
Rory encouraged me, saying, "Yes, yes, yes. You come
and get me you sweet man! Cum on me! I want you to be fulfilled. I'm right here
for you, give it to me lover. Carl, surrender your semen!"
My white, hot, sticky sperm shot across
29 min
September 08 Fortune Cookies and Damn Luck: Part 2
Fortune Cookies and Damn Luck: Part 2
My admission of my inexperience.
Based on a post by SandyMarl,
in 3 parts. Listen to the
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at My First Time.

Far from mocking me, this young woman seemed to be
encouraging me. Understanding that I could trust Rory with my secrets gave me a
feeling of protective invincibility toward her. A heavy weight evaporated from
my gut, I felt weightless and ready to float away to heaven. We were enchanted
with one another and enchanted by the giddy possibility of tonight's potential.
Potential to go to new places with one another, places which neither of us had
been able to reach in our earlier, awkward younger days.
The strong tug of my sensual male desire was undeniable as
Rory sat partially undressed in the silver light of the moon, but equally
undeniable for me was a sudden, overwhelming sweet intimacy that swept over me
as I looked at her, mixing lust with affection. I wanted to ravage her. I
wanted to possess her and sweep her away to be all mine.
"Carl, you're standing there like a silly goose in the
moonlight. Didn't you once promised a girl to combine your cookie fortune with
hers. But sir, both of those intriguing fortunes are still dangling out there
unfulfilled as the full moon rises." Rory humphed again in her unique way,
a cute idiosyncrasy of which I was growing quite fond. "And here I sit, a
girl half undone, waiting for her wishes to be fulfilled under the full moon.
Didn't you once tell a young lady that the bitterest of regrets come from a
failure to try, not from trying but failing?"
I laughed at hearing my own contrived wisdom being quoted
back to me. "I am fortunate to have such a wise and beautiful young lady
sitting before me under a full moon. Thanks for not snickering at my admission
of my inexperience."
With a new found confidence and a growing sense of naughty
adventurousness I took a bow, dipping my head and sweeping my arms wide with
upturned palms as if I were in a position to grant Rory her request, "As you
wish. Let us not risk the calamity that befalls those who ignore the voice of a
stale cookie." Any hesitancy or awkwardness vanished in the moonlight as
the promise of good sexy fun began to unfold before us moonstruck flirts.
Rory gave a little giggle and threw her shoulders forward
and pulled off her bra and handed it to me. I folded it in half and laid it on
top of her folded blouse and shorts. I was stunned. A cute girl who was my
accidental dinner date about two hours ago had just bared her beautiful breasts
to me with unabashed glee. I was charmed. I was throbbing and stiff. The sight
of her perfect pair of white breasts seemed all the whiter and purer in
contrast to her silver dollar sized dark areolas spreading like a deep moon
shadow, nearly covering the whole tip of her wondrous orbs.
Rory folded her hands behind her head and gave a little
shimmy to her shoulders, wagging her tits in a playful private show for me. The
wiggle and jiggle of Rory s teasing with her magnificent, curved feminine forms
undid me. I gulped and locked my knees to brace myself against the sudden
instability that buckled my legs and loins. The mesmerizing power of Rory s
bare breasts under the full moon drove me into a state of crazed lunacy. I wish
that I could say that I used a suave, debonair motion toward my beckoning
little mermaid, but I think the reality was more like a swoon, catching my fall
as I dropped next to a topless Rory seated on her quarried block.
I scooted my hips next to Rory s bottom and reached over to run
my hand through her wavy hair draped over her left shoulder. Rory stiffened her
spine, bowing her shoulders back so that her breasts presented full and firm as
she kept her gaze out over the dark water. Rory seized a quick, sipping gulp of
air the instant I touched her neck. Her breaths became rapid, her breasts
heaved in the humid darkness as she studied the moonlight playing on the glassy
surface of our secluded Dam Luck swimming hole. Rory s head was motionless
while I caressed the nape of her neck and watched her breasts rise and fall
with profound gratitude for this girl who had serendipitously fallen in with
me.
My turbulent sexual excitement grew as I realized my good
fortune to be alone with her this evening. I moved my fingers across her
shoulder and let them fall along the slope of her upper breast as I pressed my
lips to her ear and took tiny nibbles with my lip-covered teeth. Rory rewarded
me with tremorous yips as the pace of her breathing quickened and she slumped
into my side. I touched the tip of my wet tongue into her ear, bringing an
escaping series of quick sighs from Rory s throat, having burst free from the
pent up frozen breaths inside her chest. I traced my fingertips along the
curvature of her smooth breast, crossing the dark moon shadow surrounding her
pert, taut, upturned nipple and gave her rigid berry a little squeeze. With a
loud, low moan Rory shuddered and slumped into my chest.
With a quick twist, Rory sprung around to face me, her hands
flew to my head's side, grabbing my ears and holding me tight as she planted
her lips against mine with a fierce and passionate peck. She held my head in a
tight embrace as she mauled my mouth with greedy, spasmodic movements as she
hummed and whimpered through her messy process of devouring my kisses. She was
hungry and greedy, and a great kisser.
I kept my hands on Rory s warm, smooth and fascinating
breasts the best I could while I thrilled to the new and untold pleasure of a
woman's passionate kisses galloping across my face. I cupped my hands under
Rory s titties, falling in lust with the feel of their heft as they rested in
my palms, so smooth, curvy and sexy. The tender touch of a woman's bare breast
was an exquisite dream come true after years of lustful imagining.
With slow, sensuous petting I let my fingers crawl back to
her hard nipples. I was gasping in sexual exhilaration as I pinched her spongy
tissue between thumb and forefinger, exploring her with small tugs on her nips
before I released them. I palmed them once again, lifting them in my hands like
a silken sack of precious rubies. I was beside myself in a prickly, tickling
buzz of sexual excitement. I got a light grip on her nipples, one in each hand,
and I gently pulled them both at the same time, making Rory sweep her hands behind
my head and pull me tight to her as she shot her tongue between my lips and
teeth.
My first French kiss. It was sloppy, slippery, hot, steamy
wet and oh so glorious. Our tongues battled back and forth, first Rory subduing
my tongue, only to be counter attacked by my hot tongue forcing itself into her
mouth where they twisted and tangled like a pair of mating serpents. We moaned
and mauled one another as our arms and hands flailed up and down heads, necks,
backs and chests. We were both getting dizzy, in part because of our mutual
need for air; so we broke our impassioned lips apart and ceased our moonlight
madness for a moment.
I was panting and stroking Rory s skin and petting her
breasts, watching her to see what might happen next. After a moment, I reached
up to brush Rory s cheek, she took a deep breath and wrapped her arm around my
shoulder and whispered to me, "Wow. I never felt anything like that
before. I'm addicted to you now; like there was a drug in my fortune
cookie."
I gave Rory a hug, "Yeah Rory, that was sweet for me
too, and spicy, like a Wok and Roll red plate special. I hope you're not
settling for just a make out session; because as I recall, my fortune said
something about finding pleasure across the water tonight, and we have yet to cross
the water." I nodded my head toward the pool a few feet from where we sat.
Rory gave me one of her humfs, "And as I recall, my
fortune said something about my wishes being fulfilled under the full moon. And
I think just maybe there are a few unfulfilled wishes yet to be granted to me
before this big ol' moon sets on us out here at Dam Luck."
I stood and pressed my hands together in front of my face
and bowed deeply toward Rory, saying "A-so." This made Rory laugh at
our inside joke.
Peeking at Rory s flowered panties with a mischievous grin,
I said, "Now, it is time to pick some roses. Tell me now if there are any
thorns I should know about."
Rory humphed, "I am horny, not thorny."
I stood silent and motionless looking over at her tits from
under my eyelids. Rory leaned back, bracing herself with her arms out behind
her, allowing me the pleasure of admiring her moonlit mounds topped by the
magnetic charm of her brassy areolas at the base of her perfect nipples. I held
my stance, not moving, just breathing in the jasmine scented air with loud
inhalations. Rory continued to recline in a seductive manner as my eyes scanned
her over and over in the stillness of the evening warmth. I stared at her hard
nipples with a long and intense gaze. Rory sat still as the silence between us
drew out into a long, aching quiet.
I was aware of my erection. It was a hot iron extending down
my right inner thigh, straining with immense force against my underwear. It
jerked in tiny, involuntary little spasms at the erotic sight of Rory s
glistening tits displayed in a provocative and inviting pose on the old stone
block. The silence stretched out for several more awkward moments, until Rory
broke into a girlish giggle as she tossed her hair over her shoulder with a
taunting shake of her titties in an effort to break my locked-in, lusting look.
Her girlish giggle broke the spell under which her feminine charms had ensnared
me. With the playful hint, I stepped toward Rory. She held still as she watched
me come stand in front of her and she let out a nervous giggle once again.
I leaned in toward her reclined form, placing my hands next
to her hips. I could feel the slinky fabric of her panties against my wrists as
I moved my lips to her nose. I gave her a little smooch and then touched the
tip of her nose with the tip of my tongue. Rory closed her eyes and drew in a
large breath. I followed with another light kiss to her nose, then dropped my
lips to hers for a lingering kiss that I held for a long time as Rory s moist
breaths pushed from her nostrils onto my upper lip. With a slinky, slow motion,
I parted my lips to let my tongue hunt for her wet mouth. Like a python in
search of its prey, I slipped between her lips, easing under her teeth and
found her waiting for me. We tangled tongues once again. I came at her flicking
and probing her hard teeth, her firm and slippery palette and the succulent,
fleshy tongue inflamed by hot breaths rising from her belly. I gave Rory a
couple more quick flicks with my tongue and withdrew from her mouth, hunting
for more supple flesh.
I gave Rory a kiss on her chin. She threw her head back with
eyes closed, exposing her throat in an impassioned pose of surrender. I
nibbled, suckled and licked my way down her arched throat as Rory removed the
support of her arms and laid flat on her back. I held my lips on her flesh as
she adjusted herself, giving her my soft licks and nibbles, eliciting rolling
murmurs of pleasure from the woman beneath me.
I let my tongue continue to travel lower, leaving a wet
trace from the tip of her nose to the middle of her ribs where her cleavage
began. I balanced over my lady as she twitched and squirmed under the teasing
touched of my tongue. With heightened anticipation from both above and below, I
nuzzled into her right breast as it rose like a beautiful beacon in the light
of an early summer's moon.
With the first touch of my face against her breast, Rory
raised her hands to her cheeks, holding her face in her palms as she sighed out
deep sounds of bliss from between her covering hands. The soft sounds of Rory s
sensual enjoyment stirred me to go for the intimacy which I had often dreamed
of; my lips encircled her erect nipple. I closed my eyes as I rolled my tongue
over her, taking in every little bump and dip on the surface of her erotic
pebble with every sensitive nerve I could employ on my tongue's tip. Rory
offered tiny little squeaks as I played with her between my lips.
This was the most wondrous experience in my life. The
experience of having a cute young lady willingly offer me this kind of intimate
nuzzle with her breasts made me want to howl at the moon. I licked and sucked
her right breast; it was such amazing fun, that I found myself wanting to try
her left breast. I slid my tongue around her nipple and off to her other
waiting twin. It was almost as much fun as the first. Rory simpered and moaned
the whole time, keeping me uncomfortably stiff and making me crazy as I
listened to her purring sex sounds. Her chest was covered with my spit; I was
drooling over her when I straightened up to take an appreciative look at the
banquet spread out before me.
"Now, about this rose garden, " I hovered over her
belly with my arms straight at her sides as
Rory remained on her back. At my question, Rory raised her
legs into the air up along my sides. I stepped back, took another admiring look
at the girl before I let my desires carry me away. I plunged back between her
up stretched legs, rolling my open hands up her legs until I reached the lacey
waistband circling her hips. I slipped my fingers under the fabric at each hip
and worked her panties off of her, slipping them off over her thighs, knees and
ankles until they were but a trophy bouquet of flowery sweet nothings wadded up
in my fingers. I unwadded her dainties and folded them up nice and placed them
in the pile on top of her bra and street clothes.
Rory sat up, crossed her legs with a last vestige of
modesty, hiding her cunny below a thick bush of dark hair that made an erotic
contrast with her alabaster skin. The view of her pubic hair visible about her
demurely crossed thighs gave my pole a jolt as if I was about to cream my
shorts. Rory then asked in a shy tone, "What do you think?"
"I'm feeling, not thinking right now," was my best
answer.
With a broad grin, but still in a shy voice, Rory asked,
"Well Carl, what are you feeling then?"
"I'm feeling quite fortunate to be with you right now.
I am feeling sort of fizzy. I feel like this is the most fun I ever had, "
Rory interrupted my stammering attempts at explaining my
chaotic feelings, ", that is, 'the most fun you've ever had - with your
clothes on', isn't that how that trite phrase goes?"
I laughed an embarrassed laugh as she hinted at the stark
disparity in our state of dress.
"Tell me Carl, what else are you feeling right
now?" Rory asked as she deliberately dropped her eyes to my crotch where I
knew my erect cock was pounding out a prominent profile in my shorts.
"Hmm? You can tell me, what are you really feeling?"
It was my turn to be a little shy and modest; I hesitated to
explain my man manifestations to a girl. But I had just undressed her and run
my hands and tongue over much of her naked body; I owed this naked lady a
truthful explanation. "I am feeling really aroused right now. You are
stunningly beautiful and very easy to enjoy, both in company and in body. Rory,
I can't help it, I have a hot and throbbing boner inside my pants 'cause of
you. I'm feeling pretty horny to tell the truth."
Rory let out with a squeaky chortle as she covered her mouth
in mock surprise as I bared the truth to her. Rory dropped her hands from in
front of her mouth and crossed her arms in front of her chest; "You know
what I'm feeling right now Carl? I'm feeling kind warm and sticky; actually
rather hot and bothered in this humid night air. I'm feeling ready for a little
skinny dipping adventure. A swim across the waters, as it were."
"Excellent observation. Would you care to join me my
dear as I seek to find pleasure across the waters tonight?"
"If I joined you in your search for pleasure across the
water, do you think that I might have my wishes fulfilled under the full
moon?" Rory was sounding quite frisky as she held to the directives found
in our fortune cookies.
"I can assure you my lady, I will do all that is in my
power to see to it that your wishes, whatever they may be, are fulfilled under
this lovely full moon above us."
" - In bed?" Rory added.
We laughed together at her added phrase which began as a
flirty, fun little oddity which she had introduced me to at the restaurant; and
was now seeming to foretell a possible steamy, entangling encounter where we
would both lose our virginity on the shore of Dam Luck.
"Carl, chop, chop! You've got your surprise date all
undressed and nowhere to go. Fulfill one of my full moon wishes and drop your
trousers young man. Chop, chop!"
Rory leaned back on the large stone and watched me as I
pulled my shirt over my head and easily undid my shorts and dropped them to the
ground. I turned my back to Rory and bent over and untied my sneakers and took
off my socks. "Oh look! I see there is a full moon tonight. It's a
fortunate girl who get to enjoy what is coming into view," observed my
audience of one in a playful and excited voice.
Rory motioned for me to come a step closer to her, where she
eagerly pulled my underwear down to my knees. No surprise, I had a huge boner
spring up to salute her. Rory wrapped a hand around my erect poker and said,
"This guy looks pretty happy to see me, I am so glad you didn't just have
a banana in your pocket."
Rory inspected my soldier with a curious look as she used
the tips of her fingers to test the rigid shaft and run her fingers over the
fleshy, red hot end of my cock with a couple of exploratory squeezes, just like
I'd done when I first touched her nipples. I stood at attention, soaking in the
attention of Rory s light fondling of my branding iron. Rory raised her head to
look into my face as she stroked me, at first letting her fingers traipse down
the top of my shaft, then returning to the sensitive head before gliding over
the tip and stroking the underside of my boner. "Is it all right if I
touch your balls Carl?" I nodded my head in ascent, feeling too
hypersensitive to converse with words. Rory petted my nuts with the lightest of
touches, waving her palm over my tightened scrotum, brushing my bristling pubic
hairs. I could feel every follicle rise to her intimate touch.
"Do you like it when I do that?" I again offered a
wordless, but vigorous nod in answer to her question while I took shallow,
labored breaths.
"Um, me too," she whispered in a sulky voice. Rory
rolled her fingers around the girth of my shaft and began to slide her grip up
and down the length of my erection. "Is it all right if I do this?"
She asked as she studied my face, which was radiating immeasurable bliss.
I spoke, "That feels delightful. But I don't think I
will last very long if you keep that up. I'm really hot and horny. I don't know
if I can control myself much longer; I'm afraid you'll make me cum before we really
get started."
"Should I stop touching you this way, at least for
now?"
I sighed, not wanting her to stop, but not wanting to cum
too early and disappoint her and make her feel unsatisfied with me as a lover.
She was my first lover and I was hers. She deserved more than a quickie from
me, I owed her that. We were going to remember this night at Dam Luck for the
rest of our lives; I wanted to make it a good memory for both of us. "The
night is young," I said as she let go of my pulsing cock. "This all started
out as an innocent inv
0 min
September 07 Fortune Cookies and Damn Luck: Part 1
Fortune Cookies and Damn Luck: Part 1
An accidental date and two fortune cookies lead to romance.
Based on a post by SandyMarl,
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at My First Time.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

Amanda was the kind of friend who was always full of great
ideas. But; Amanda was not the kind of friend who always followed through on
her great ideas.
Amanda posted one of her great ideas after final exams;
"Hey everyone! If you're staying in town over the summer, let's all get
together for Chinese food. 2Nite at 6. Be at that little hole-in-the-wall
across town, The Wok and Roll. C U there!"
I had a Tuesday lab with Amanda and shared several classes
with her, so I thought I'd likely know some of the others in Amanda's circle.
Perhaps it was time to stretch my boundaries with some new acquaintances, since
most of my closer mates had other plans for the summer and had just left town.
Starting the summer with an informal night of sharing Chinese food after
finishing exams, that sounded like a great plan to start my senior year - I
certainly didn't have any better ideas.
I drove up to the Wok and Roll. I arrived early, not wanting
to be late, but then I kicked myself for being too early. I walked into the
little restaurant, a converted small, old house and selected a table that I
hoped would be large enough to seat all of Amanda's friends, once they arrived.
I told the proprietress that I was waiting for a few more before we all
ordered. She asked, "How many?" I said I didn't know. That earned me
a dismissive glower.
I waited, checked the time, and waited. Then I doubted that
I was at the right place. I rechecked Amanda's message. I was at the right
place. Why am I always the fool who gets stood-up by girls that do not follow
through with their plans?
While I was wondering if I should leave, the proprietress
looked at me frequently as if I was up to no good. I watched an old car pull
into the parking lot, telling myself that if this was not Amanda or one of her
friends, I'd call it quits. I'd slink away from the hostile glare of the
Chinese proprietress and order a greasy cheeseburger and a strawberry shake
somewhere else. It'd be another dinner for one. It'd be my reward for my
trouble and it might take the edge off the bitter taste of my gullibility.
I recognized the woman who stepped out of the car and walked
through the door. She was a year behind me, she had a couple of classes with me
and Amanda. I struggle with names, but I remembered her name, Rory. As she
stepped inside, she looked around the vacant room with hesitation. She did not
seem to see me, or at any rate recognize me sitting at the large table across
the room. I lifted my arm and made a gesture that was not overly familiar, but
enough of a movement to catch her eye. She looked at me, but her expression was
somewhat blank and I thought I recognized some disappointment recorded in her
blankness as well. I stood and stepped toward Rory and introduced myself,
"Good evening, I'm Carl, one of Amanda's friends, "
Rory let the corners of her mouth turn up a bit as she
brushed her wavy, light brown hair off her shoulder, "I know that,"
interrupting me in mid introduction. I couldn't tell if she meant that to be
dismissive as if she felt insulted, or if she meant it more as 'yes, happy to
see you here'.
I pulled a chair out from the large table as a gesture to
seat her. She threw her elbows up on the table and waited for me to be seated
across from her and then commented, "Well, quite the gentleman this
evening." Again, I could not be sure if she was somehow insulted and was
being dismissive of my gesture of best-intentions or whether I'd perhaps lucked
into a good social start for the evening. I hoped it was the latter and planned
to pretend as if that was the case, whether it really was what she was
thinking, or not.
Rory swiftly threw her head from side-to-side to cast her
glance around the Wok and Roll dining room and then folded her arms on the
table top and asked, "How many did Amanda invite?"
I shrugged, "She seems to have invited three and I fear
that the third person lost the invitation."
"The third person being Amanda, right?" Rory
looked at me as if to confirm that I'd made a joke, or perhaps checking to see
if I was just that clueless.
I broke into a smile, feeling it was now necessary to laugh
or at least smile at my own humor. Rory then laughed with me, not at me. I
continued, "If you've got better information, I'd love to hear it."
"I got nothing. Other than this is so typical of
Amanda!" Rory smirked and shook her head in a dismissive gesture of
exasperation at Amanda's no-show.
"They say, two out of three ain't bad. At least that's
what I've always heard." I took a sideways look at the girl across from
me, "And this time I'd have to agree with 'em. May I buy you dinner
tonight?" I asked with what I hoped was a winning smile and not something
creepy.
Rory smiled again, "Well, quite the gentleman this
evening," was her answer. Rory dropped her head and looked across the
large table, "What are you going to have?"
I paused, pressed my open palms together in front of my lips
and closed my eyes for a moment, I then reopened them. With a deadpan
expression I said, "Your name is Rory, right?" She nodded with a
quizzical look. "If I am not mistaken, that is an old and venerable
Chinese name from the Wu Tang Dynasty of the 11th Century. Why don't you order
for the both of us?"
I could see she didn't know how to take that offbeat
suggestion. She asked in an honestly confused voice, "Are you serious?
Because if you are, you are mistaken."
"Oh, my apologies; did I say 11th Century? I meant to
say 12th Century, thanks for catching that! However, I am most certain that
Rory is a most honorable name from China."
Rory now caught my jest and pressed her palms together and
brought them up in front of her lips and said, "A-so" as she nodded
her head.
I remarked, "Your fluency in Japanese is making me
hungry for Chinese food." I hit my hand on the table in a chopping motion
and told her, "Chop chop! Order us some Chinese food, most honorable Miss
Rory."
She laughed out loud and replied, "As you wish."
The dour proprietress was satisfied to finally take our
order. At Rory s request, she brought us chopsticks. "You did say 'chop
chop', isn't this what you wanted?" She asked as she picked a piece of Mu
Shu Pork off of my plate. She then parried my chopsticks with hers as I reached
toward her meal as I tried to remove a piece of Mongolian shrimp from her plate.
It was an evening of chopstick wars and a source of some consternation from the
severe proprietress lurking with a jaundiced eye behind the counter.
We received our fortune cookies after I paid the tab. I
offered Rory her pick of the two cookies. She selected hers and then waited for
me to peel the cellophane wrapper from my cookie. Rory leaned across the table
with an intent stare and cleared her throat as if she had something serious to
announce. "Carl, you must follow the ancient tradition of the Wu Tang
Dynasty when eating your fortune cookie. You have to read your fortune aloud to
me, and you must insert the phrase 'in bed' at the
end of the fortune." She tried to not break character, but I detected a
smile in her eyes as she introduced this ancient Chinese custom to the end of
our meal.
"What about you and your fortune?" I asked
playfully indignant.
"A gentleman will not make a lady reveal her fortune,
especially 'in bed'. It is a lady's prerogative to read her fortune to a
gentleman, only if she so chooses. Besides, it has been an old Chinese custom
since the 11th or 12th Century, the height of the Wu Tang Dynasty." Rory
humphed with a coy tone.
"Okie dokie, Carl; read me your fortune." My
accidental dinner date waited with a twisted pair of lips as she encouraged me
to play her flirty little game.
I cracked open the cookie and pulled out the tiny strip of
paper and red aloud, "A trip across the water will bring you
pleasure." I put the tiny fortune into my shirt pocket.
"No! I told you how to read it right. Read it again,
this time like you mean it," she insisted with a firm and devilish smile
in her eyes and voice.
"A trip across the water will bring you pleasure
tonight, in bed".
"Here! Let me see that!" She snatched the fortune
paper from my breast pocket. "You added the word 'tonight' and it doesn't
say that. What are you trying to do by adding 'tonight'?" Rory asked with
a sly lilt to her suspicious voice and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
I defended myself with an indignant response, "And what
my lady are you trying to do by making me add 'in bed'?"
Rory s only response was a pause and then another humph
sound, delivered in what I thought might have been interpreted as a 'come
hither and try me' tone.
Rory raised a regal eyebrow and informed me, "OK, I am
going to let you hear my fortune: 'Your wishes will be fulfilled under
the full moon, in bed'. Carl, you understand it was my prerogative to let
you hear my fortune, do you not?"
"Yes, I do understand that. Now. Thanks for sharing
your fortune with me." I leaned back in my chair, enjoying a growing sense
of ease around my dinner mate. I returned my elbows to the table and folded my
hands under my chin, "I have a question. Rory, how good are you at
interpreting someone's fortune?"
Rory shimmied her shoulders and dropped the corners of her
mouth in a smug expression, "I think of myself as a gal who understands
and takes opportunities for fortune when they are presented. By the way, what
phase is the moon tonight?"
I took a risk. "There's a full moon out in the sky
tonight," I told her with confidence. I was unaware of the moon's phase,
but I assured her it was a full moon. I lucked out. I discovered later that it
so happened to be a full moon that night. It was damn good luck.
She threw her long hair back over her chair and said,
"A-so" in a thoughtful way. I thought I detected some mental
calculations flickering behind her bright eyes.
Rory asked, "Carl, where are you going to be able to
find pleasure by crossing the waters tonight?"
I said, "I am feeling fortunate this night. Would you
like to marry our fortunes together? If so, I have a plan."
Rory cocked her head, and slowly asked, "What, kind, of
plan?"
I responded in a matter-of-fact manner, "I have kind of
a daring plan compatible with our mutual fortunes. But I must warn you, I fear
we are tempting fate in a dreadful way if we don't do exactly as our fortunes
dictate. I fear it'd be a terrible catastrophe if we did not follow what these
cookies tell us to do. I wouldn't want to risk bad fortune. Would you?"
I could see Rory was curious about my plan. She squirmed in
her seat as she folded her arms across her chest while she considered my
proposition. "Would a girl be risking a bad fortune if she did not follow
the advice given to her by a stale cookie at the Wok and Roll?" Her
question to me seemed to be searching for encouragement; her eyes begged for a
reason for her to agree to my undisclosed plan of our joined fortunes.
"You know, there is an ancient Chinese proverb; the
bitterest of regrets falls not on those who try and fail; but on those who fail
to try." I impressed even myself with that one. I congratulated myself,
that was damn clever thinking dude. I just might be on a roll. I continued,
"A good ol' American proverb might add; nothing risked, nothing
gained."
It seemed like Rory didn't need all that much persuading.
"Okay, I guess that old stale cookie has my best interests at heart. To
not follow the advice to fulfill my wishes under the full moon might be
inviting bitter regrets. Is that how I should interpret my fortune?" Rory
seemed like she'd made up her mind as a confident grin crept across her lips.
I added, "This is your chance, the next full moon may
not come around for a very long time. Like maybe seventeen years."
She laughed, "Don't overplay your good fortune Carl. I
know I only have to wait another four weeks for the next full moon; but I
agree, I don't want to risk it by waiting any longer." Rory tucked her
souvenir fortune into her purse. "I'll find that someday when I clean this
thing out and I'll try and remember if my fortune came true. I'll wonder, were
my wishes fulfilled under the full moon?" Then she turned her head and
mumbled almost out of earshot, ", in bed."
Rory sat straight and with some spunk in her voice asked,
"So, how does this plan to seek our mutual fortunes begin Carl?"
I agreed to follow Rory as she dropped off her old car at
her place and then she climbed into the passenger seat of my pickup. She looked
over at me and asked, "So, your fortune says a trip across the water,
Where do you think you will find water to cross?"
I told Rory, "Sit tight. You might have to use your
imagination a little for this plan to work."
She reflected a second, then allowed, "I can be pretty
good at imagining. Try me."
I drove across town and headed outside the city limits on a
small county road. A few miles beyond the edge of town I said to her,
"There! Did you see that?"
"No. What?"
"We just crossed over a bridge! And do you know what
was below that bridge?"
In a somewhat deflated voice, she asked, "What?"
I chuckled a little, "There was a river below that
bridge that we just crossed over."
"I am not impressed. Are you telling me that it brought
you 'pleasure' to bring us across this rinky-dinky bridge; crossing over a
river that's likely a dry one this time of year at that?"
"So, Rory, are you telling me that that doesn't count
as part of my fortune for tonight?"
"Actually, I was expecting a little more."
"Glad to hear that. That was just a tease."
As we drove up the rising road about a quarter mile on the
other side of the bridge, I slowed and pulled the truck over to the shoulder.
Rory asked, "Carl? Is there something wrong with the
truck?"
"No," I told her, "I'm looking for a small
dirt road, not much more than a rutted trail really." I flipped on my high
beams and trolled slowly along the shoulder until I saw the limestone boulders
off to the side that marked the spot that I was looking for. I turned off the
paved road and steered onto the rutted tracks that went around the stone blocks
placed to prohibit access to a rough dirt road. We bumped along for a short
ways and Rory said nothing. I stopped on a small flat spot on the hillside and
turned off the engine and set the parking brake.
Rory asked, "Where are we?"
I replied, "What, you don't recognize this place? This
is just where the cookie told me to come tonight." I quipped, "That's
the way the cookie crumbles; I think I red that in a fortune cookie once."
My mystified passenger snorted, "That was a pretty lame
joke."
I acknowledged, "Yeah that was low humor. May my low
humor be in contrast to your high expectations. Shall we, ?" I opened my
door and met Rory in front of the truck.
I took Rory s hand as we stepped sideways down a rough and
rocky ravine below my parked truck, inching carefully down the hill in the dusk
until we intersected a gravel road at the base of the slope. We followed the
road for a couple of hundred feet where it disappeared into a pool of water.
The full moon was just beginning to rise, illuminating the calm, dark surface
of this secluded little lake. In the moonlight we could see trees fifty yards
on the far side of the water.
Rory stood gazing across the small lake, turning to me she
said, "I didn't even know there was a lake way out here in the country.
Carl, you surprise me."
I explained, "Its existence is a guarded secret, so
don't tell a soul. The lake was formed by a rancher who dammed a tributary to
that river we crossed over, the one that you found to be unimpressive. The dam
flooded an old limestone quarry next to the creek, making this hidden swimming
hole pretty deep somewhere out beyond the shore. This tributary is named Luck
Creek, and this secret swimming hole behind that rancher's dam is known to us
chosen few as 'Dam Luck'." We stood in silence, shoulder-to-shoulder,
peering across the moonlit surface under the humid air of an early summer's
eve.
Without turning to look at Rory, I said, "Well, my
lady, here is our water, just as it was foretold by my cookie. Are you a good
swimmer?"
Without a hint of surprise at my question, she offered,
"I've got an old Red Cross Lifesaving card in my purse. Do you need to see
it?"
"I'll take you at your word. Maybe you'll have to
resuscitate me if I get into trouble." And then I bumped into her hip with
mine. "Did you bring your swimsuit Rory?"
"Yeah, but it is too much trouble to put it on."
My jaw dropped. I said, "Seriously, you have a swimsuit
with you?"
"Didn't I just tell you it is too much trouble?"
And then she returned the favor by bumping her hip into mine with a wink that I
could not catch in the darkness, but she clicked her tongue audibly indicating
she had just thrown me a sly wink.
I stuck my hands in my pockets and casually said "It is
a pretty warm night tonight, would you care to take a little dip? You know,
it'd give me pleasure if you'd swim with me across the water to those trees on
the shore over there."
"Oh but sir, my clothes would get so awfully wet if I
went swimming with you now. Oh my! What's a good girl to do?" I was pretty
sure Rory was leading me on. I liked it.
I mused, "Come to think of it, so would mine. By golly
you are damn right about that!"
"It looks like damn luck for you then, doesn't it
Carl?" The clever woman standing at my side sounded as if she was about to
call it quits unless I came up with a solution for her. She waited in the dark
for me to make a proposal. If I was going to convince her to take a dip with me
without her swimsuit, I was going to have to make a compelling case; though she
just may be acting coy. If I made a reasonable offer, just maybe she'd agree to
skinny dip under the full moon. Rory stood with her arms folded in front of her
chest, waiting for me to make an offer that she couldn't - or wouldn't, refuse.
"Here, I have an idea if you don't mind. If you trust
me, I will pro
29 min
September 06 Save World - Get Girl: Part 3
Competition becomes Tittilation.
Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

I completely forgot that I was just in my panties, otherwise I probably wouldn't have sandwiched myself between the seats again as I lunged for the keys. It didn't even cross my mind until I turned the ignition unsuccessfully twice and swore.
"We drained the battery," I groaned. "Shit. My mom's going to be a nightmare about this."
"Uh-huh," came the somewhat-distracted response from behind me, and that's when I realized my ass was basically in Ashton's face.
At least that time I wasn't stuck on the ice scraper. I crawled as gracefully as I could out from the space between the seats, which was not gracefully at all, and looked at him. Lightning picked that moment to flash again, muted by the filter of fog that clung to the car windows. Brightness hung in the air, flickering slightly as it revealed Ashton hurriedly adjusting the front of his boxers. He looked up, alarmed, and I looked down, enthralled by the sight of something very stiff tenting the fabric.
All at once, the lightning faded, and we were left in the warm darkness all over again.
"Guess that's that," he said with a weak laugh.
"Guess so," I replied.
"Too bad. I was, uh, looking forward to winning that one."
I licked my lips and glanced down. The screen of my Switch didn't do much to light the space, but I could still see the vague outline of his erection.
"We could keep playing," I whispered.
"What?"
"I mean, it's not like the car is going to get any less dead if we stay out here." I picked up my Switch. "Mine's still got some battery left. We just, um, would need to take turns. Change up the rules a bit."
He raised an eyebrow. "What're the rules?"
I hadn't quite thought that far ahead. I glanced down at my screen, watching the racers circle the track.
"Distraction," I said.
"What?"
I held my Switch out to him. "Distraction. I pick a track, you play the race, I do my best to; distract you while you're racing. You do your best to come in first."
He cleared his throat. "What happens if I win?"
"You get to choose what comes off."
"And if I lose?"
I smirked. "I get to choose."
He took the Switch carefully. "So how does distraction work? What are the, uh, rules?"
I thought for a moment. "Well, I think touching is okay. As long as the person can still physically play the game."
He nodded eagerly. "Sounds good."
"No removing clothes, since that's; you know. The prize. But; " I cleared my throat, almost feeling lightheaded. "Hands can go under things."
"Seems fair."
"And, um; that's all I can think of."
"One more," he said. "Final rule still applies, regardless of who's driving and who's, uh, distracting."
By that point, I wouldn't have been surprised if my skin was just permanently stained red from all the blushing I'd been doing. "Yeah."
He smiled. "So, what track am I playing?"
He didn't complain about my choice, which was good because I picked one at random. As the music signaling the start of the race began to play, Ashton met my eyes one last time.
"Good luck," he teased quietly.
"Keep your luck," I said. "You're gonna need it."
He smirked, then looked down at the screen.
I hadn't exactly thought of what I was going to do ahead of time. Frankly, the entire thing was an exercise in spontaneity. I don't know why I suggested continuing to play instead of just jumping into his lap and kissing him. Maybe because it was fun, maybe because I was stalling, maybe because if I did that, I'd have to decide if I wanted to go further, and how far that would be. And maybe, even though I was turned on and Ashton was sweet and respectful and ugh, I was still feeling uncertain because of a certain nagging voice in the back of my head.
Whatever it was, it didn't matter. What mattered was that we were there, and we were enjoying ourselves, and it was hot as fuck.
I didn't move until Ashton had started racing. As soon as he did, I tucked my legs beneath me and nestled closer to him. He shivered almost imperceptibly as I leaned against his arm and our skin touched.
There was no real plan, but his neck seemed like as good a place as any to start. Carefully, so I didn't jostle him while he was racing, I curled in closer. Just before I pressed my lips to his skin, his breath quickened, and there was a smile on my face as I kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder.
Aside from the change in breathing, he didn't react as I nuzzled his neck, flicking my tongue out and tracing a gentle pattern along his collarbone. I almost jumped when the chiming sound that signaled the start of lap two rang out from the Switch and I had barely even touched him.
I was going to have to step up my game.
He very kindly moved his arm as I slipped my hand between us, touching his chest and trailing my fingers down his pecs. He trembled slightly as I ran my hand along his ribs, squirming just enough that it was clear it tickled, and I grinned against his neck before doing it again.
"You are evil," he groaned, though it was mixed with laughter as he writhed.
"You think that's evil?" I said, nipping at his neck. "You just wait."
"Oh no," he said, but he didn't sound that unhappy about it.
I traced his ribs lightly one last time before moving my hand to his stomach and walking my fingers lower, and lower, and lower still, until they reached the waistband of his boxers. Ashton's breath hitched, but seconds later the jingle of the final lap played and the music sped up.
That meant my hand had to speed up, too.
I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers. Ashton made a small noise of anticipation as I pushed my hand further, culminating in a soft moan as my hand brushed against his shaft. Those noises made that desperately aching part of me pulse with need, but I ignored it as best I could as I wrapped my fingers around his cock.
He was smooth and delightfully warm against my palm. I relished the way he twitched in my hand, uncontrollable movements that were accompanied by tiny puffs of breath as he tried to focus on the game. I felt his throat flex again as he swallowed and I started moving my hand, slowly at first and then faster. Precum dripped from his tip, thick and sticky and wonderfully slick, and I spread it along his cock as I stroked him.
Just as I started really getting into it, I heard him cross the finish line. He inhaled sharply as I took my hand out of his boxers and moved away from his neck.
"I won," he said, though he didn't sound entirely convinced that he had won.
I tried to look dejected, but it was impossible. "What do you choose?"
"Do you seriously need to ask?" he replied, grinning.
"I wanna hear you say it."
He licked his lips as his eyes flicked down. "Bra off, please."
"Wow, and so polite."
He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out as I reached behind me and unhooked the clasp. That time, his eyes stayed glued to me as I moved the cups away from my breasts and slid the straps down my arms. I didn't mind in the slightest; the way his lips were parted and the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he watched sent a spike of desire rocketing through me. Silently, I revealed my breasts to him, entranced by the way he stared like I was made of star stuff and moonlight. It was only when I unceremoniously dropped my bra to the floor of my car that he finally spoke.
"Holy fruck," he said, and I couldn't hold back a giggle.
That, more than anything, made any of the nerves I had left vanish. There was no question; he wanted to see my tits. He was turned on because of me. He wanted me, and I wanted him, and I was seconds away from asking if we could just forget about the game when he thrust the Switch towards me.
"Your turn."
I almost protested, but the hoarseness of his voice and the dark excitement in his eyes as lightning flashed outside kept me quiet. Instead, I took the Switch.
"Which track?"
He picked one of the city tracks. For the life of me, I could never remember which one it was. There was no way around it: Ashton's distraction game was far stronger than mine.
It started innocently enough. He asked if I'd be okay to sit between his legs so I could lean back against him.
"It'll be more comfortable," he said, and like a complete sucker, I agreed.
I should have known the second I felt his cock pressed against my lower back that I wasn't winning this round. Even through the fabric of his boxers, I could feel how hot he was, and it was a good thing I hadn't started yet when I felt his cock twitch against me. Still, I felt confident that I could win my race.
So confident, in fact, that I wiggled my hips slightly as I leaned against him, making him groan as his cock nestled closer to my ass.
"I thought you were supposed to be the one distracting me," I teased.
"Rules don't start till the race starts," he murmured, and an electrifying tingle ran up my spine. "Gonna keep stalling?"
I hit the button immediately and he chuckled in my ear.
I managed to stay in first for most of the race, despite Ashton's best efforts. And those efforts were; well.
He started much like I had. Fingers trailed along the base of my neck as he moved my hair out of the way and pressed his mouth just behind my ear. That certainly felt nice, and the feel of his breath brushing against my skin was a little distracting, but it wasn't unmanageable.
That was just the briefest of warmups, though. After a few seconds, he nibbled softly on my shoulder and then slipped his hands beneath my arms. I shifted to give him room, holding the Switch up so I could focus on the race. His hands gripped my sides lightly, lingering for a heartbeat on my waist before moving up to my ribs. His knuckles brushed the underside of my breasts and I shivered; his lips flicked up and he sucked gently on my neck before taking a breast in each of his hands.
I whimpered softly. I couldn't help it. The feel of his palms pressed against my hardened nipples was heaven; the gentle kneading of his hands was bliss. I blinked hard, staring at the screen and doing everything I could to stay on the track as he fondled, caressed, and tortured me with feather-light fingertips.
I was still in first place when the second lap started, though I nearly lost my spot as Ashton pinched my nipples. He ran his fingers along one hardened nub as he released the other, sliding that hand to my ribs, and then my stomach, and then to the top of my panties.
He toyed with the waistband for a few seconds but didn't stick his hand inside. Instead, he cupped my cunny through the fabric, exhaling softly as he felt the wet spot that had been soaking the front of them for some time.
"Damn, Ramona," he mumbled against me. "I didn't realize you were this turned on."
"Shut up," I whispered breathlessly as I crashed into another racer.
"It's a good thing," he said. "This is; wow. Wow."
I bit my lip as he pushed the crotch of my panties aside and traced my dripping cunny, then outright moaned when he rubbed my clit. My knuckles tightened on the sides of the Switch as he moved his hand, giving me the friction I'd been so desperately craving while simultaneously making me want more, and more, and;
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