I'm the last born son in my family. That meant that 3 others came and went before me. 3 others who apparently had "done it all." 3 others who actually, amusingly, exhausted my parents. It reached a point where, when it was my turn to be raised, my sister was my mom, my brothers were my dads. For the basics of life, of course. My parents handled the discipline in an off-hand, "remember what we did to your brother when he did this" way. I got off easier, and I bounced back before you knew it.
My siblings taught me everything. How to climb trees, ride my bike, play video games, and when I hit a certain age, how to get myself a woman. My brothers told me stories of glory and conquest, tales of walking into a room with "That" look in their eyes and the girl would melt. My sister lamented over men who swept her off her feet, let her feel like she was the most beautiful woman of them all. Between them, I received what some might call, a well rounded education.
By 9th grade, I’d had 3 girlfriends. By 11th, I'd had 13. I'd been called a heartbreaker, but truth be told, I'd let each girl think that she was the one breaking up with me, that she was no longer into me. I'd lose interest, (for lack of a better term) and slowly convince the girl that I was boring, too excitable, interested in things she wasn't, and in the end, I came away with a friend who felt slightly guilty for breaking up with ME. I had a system well worked out.
Being the last child also gave me some added privileges. I was the first and last of the children in our family to have a TV and a computer in my room. Which was the cause of a very particular problem.


5:12 p.m. I'm 18 years old, the summer before college. My parents are painting an ex-neighbors house in a different county, and the brother closest to me in age (3 years above me) is spending the night at his girlfriends. I have the house to myself, an internet connection, and hours to waste. I did what most men would do in the same situation. I looked at porn.
I started slowly, as I usually do, watching some softcore to pique my interest. From there, I would gradually raise the bar and go for more and more hardcore videos. I delay my gratification for as long as possible, hoping for a large payoff in the end. I suppose that delay helped me out a bit.
I was staring intently at the screen, watching a video with one of my favorite actresses, watching her get pounded from both ends. I didn't hear the car door. I didn't hear the doorbell, or the door open after it. I heard nothing walking up the steps and I heard nothing open my door. All I heard was the moans, the squeaks of the bed onscreen, and my own heartbeat. I reached down, almost unable to take the pressure and-
"What the hell are you watching?"
I spun around so fast that my headphones were ripped from my head. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was Amara, one of my closest friends from school. Nothing to worry about. She was as welcome as I was in my house. No problem.
Except that she just caught me watching porn. SHIT! I felt my heart drop again as I turned to press ALT+F4, clearing my main screen and I spun around again to face her, hoping nothing more was noticed. I swallowed, watching her, waiting for a response. She covered her mouth, holding back a laugh.
"You forgot one..." she choked out. I faced my computer again to find an online order for several sex toys I had been looking at. With a defeated sigh, I clicked the X and shut it down. I didn't even turn around this time to see Amara's expression.
She broke the awkward silence with another laugh. "If you're busy, Shaun, I can always come back."
"Shut up," I grumbled, adjusting myself as my ever resilient boner continued to salute my chin.
"No seriously, give me a call," she giggled. "But wash your hands first-"
"What do you want?" I burst out, turning on her. Her smile waned a little bit but she rolled her eyes.
"Why are you so freaked out?" She asked. "I know you watch porn. I know all of you guys do."
"Yeah, but..." I floundered for a second. "You didn't REALLY know."
She gave me a weird look. "What?"
"You've heard us joke about it, but you didn't REALLY know we do it." I looked down. "It was like a secret you hide in plain sight."
"And I ruined it?" She asked incredulously.
I nodded. "Yeah. What a guy does in his bedroom isn't cool, it isn't manly." I shrugged. "And it's not something his girlfriends should know about."
She raised an eyebrow. "Girlfriends?"
"You know what I mean. Dammit, Amara, now every time I watch something, I'm gonna think of you." I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth.
Both eyebrows shot up this time, and she smiled wider in glee. "Really? What are you gonna think about?" She waggled the upraised brows suggestively.
"Nothing, you know what I meant by that." I frustratedly told her.
"Nope I don't." She said playfully. "What are you gonna think about me when you're watching some random chicks getting fucked?"
"I'm not, I was just kidding."
She pouted suddenly. "What is that supposed to mean?" Her wicked glimmer in her eyes told me otherwise, but I was done. I shook my head and leaned back in my chair.
But she wasn't done yet. She took two steps toward me, stood over my knees, almost straddling and leaned on my armrests, leaning close to my face. I could see her cleavage from her shirt, and her full lips as they seemed to caress every word that she spoke.
"No. I want you to answer me. What do you mean?" She didn't move, just sat there, leaning over me.
I cleared my throat. "Do you really want to know what I think of you?" She smiled a bit and nodded silently. I looked into her eyes and cleared my throat again. "There are some days that I want to do to you what those guys were doing to her in that video. I've wanted to fake a call to excuse you from a class, tie you up in my van and live out every single fucking fantasy I've ever had. And I've spent a lot of nights in that bed there with such a raging hard-on, forcing my hands to sit still because it's wrong to jack off to your friends. And most of all, I've wanted you to feel the same fucking thing, so that maybe once, this wouldn't be wrong."
Throughout my outpouring, Amara slowly backed up, the joy on her face changing to astonishment, then to another unreadable expression.
"So if you want to be disgusted, or want to leave, fine, go, but you asked for what I think about, and that's it...” I stared at her, terrified that she might laugh, or cry, or show disgust toward my feelings. I waited for awhile as she stared at me.
With a shake of her head, Amara took that step back toward me and bent over, her lips finding mine, her tongue running circles around my own. My hands gripped the arms of my chair in surprise, but she grabbed them and wrapped them around her back before gripping my hair behind my head. In a daze, I fell deep into the kiss, not realizing who or what happening. I regained my sense a few seconds after she broke the kiss. Only then did I see her looking at me, regarding me while shaking her head no. Only then did I realize I was actually being straddled.
"Fuck you, Shaun." She said. My mouth dropped open in surprise (though I can't promise it wasn't open before.) "Fuck you. You say you've thought all of that shit, and there you go, fucking around with all of those other sluts." She punched my chest lightly. "Are you lying to me?"
"NO!" I said with much more force that I had intended. "I'm not lying" I added lamely. "I just never thought that I could. I can get all those girls, but you can see right through me. Right through all that shit I say to them." I paused. "That's why I wanted to...do those things."
Her eyes seemed to mist over, and I thought she was going to cry, but instead she reached down and grabbed the hem to her shirt, pulling it over her head. She grabbed the back of my head again, pulling my chin up, exposing my neck.
Amara trailed kisses up those tender spots all the way up my neck and shoulder to my ear where she whispered, sending shudders of arousal straight to my pants. "So am I just a conquest then?"
I copied her gesture, grabbing her hair, kissing her shoulders and neck, and then I licked her earlobe. "A conquest, but never 'just.'"
She sighed and pressed her body into mine. I found my lips meeting hers again as her hands fell away from my hair. My eyes closed, I didn't see what she was doing until she shifted and her bra was flung away. I caught myself staring, but I didn't care as she leaned away from me to note my expression. They were beautiful; the perfect size between a B and a C cup, and her perky breasts seemed to swell before my eyes.
Amara sat for a second before she slid off my lap and sat back on her heels on the floor. She didn't say a word, but reached for my pants button. I grabbed to help her, but she slapped my hands away and gave me a look that clearly said "Let me do it." Within seconds she had me unbuttoned and unzipped and I raised myself a bit to let her pull my jeans down far enough. Amara stopped for a second herself to stare at what the opening in my boxers was showing her. She grabbed at my waistline and pulled them down, letting my cock finally spring free. She held it for a moment, sliding her hand up and down softly, barely touching before caressing the head with her thumb, wetting it with pre-cum and sliding it around the mushroom tip. I sighed softly and let my head fall back. I felt, without seeing her stroke me a few more times, her gripping growing tighter before I felt enveloped. I looked down to see her mouth enclosed halfway down my penis, and sucking as she brought her head back. I almost gasped, but held my breath as she started sucking me harder, bobbing her head. I jerked a bit when she touched my balls, squeezing and caressing them gently with her hand, but relaxed (as much as I could) after a few moments and let her do what she wanted.
However, when I'd soon had enough, I pulled myself from her mouth and grabbed her chin, pulling her back up to me for another deep kiss. My hands slid up her sides, feeling her soft skin before reaching her glorious tits. My left hand reached around, pulling her closer to my body, my right palmed her breast before squeezing and pulling at her nipple. She moaned in my mouth, and it was no longer necessary to hold her against me. She was soon moving against me, slowly gyrating, my thigh in between hers, her hand on my member.
I broke our lip-lock just long enough to murmur "Do you realize that you're topless and I'm bottom-less?" She laughed and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off of me, leaving me completely naked. I, in turn, grabbed her button on her jeans and followed her pants and silky panties down to the floor where I knelt. I quickly pushed her back so that she'd fall on my bed and spread her legs with my hands.
"Oh, Shaun, you don't have to-UH!" she moaned as my tongue hit her swollen clitoris. I swirled around it, one finger moving around her lips. Then I switched places, my thumb on her clit, my tongue pushing into her. Amara made little whimpering sounds that drove me insane as she gripped with one hand, and the back of my head with another. Her hips began to buck under my face, and I licked faster, rubbed faster. Her whimpers became moans, and soon she pulled me closer and her hips left my bed as her back arched in pleasure. When she finally dropped again, she pulled me up by my hair to her face and she laughed at the wetness around my lips.
"Sorry," she giggled, wiping it away with her hand, "but that was incredible. I couldn't help myself."
I shook my head. "No problem..." Then I suddenly stood, leaving her on the bed.
"What-?" she looked confused, and watched as I pulled a condom from a bag under my bed. She rolled her eyes and reached for it, throwing it back to the floor and grabbing my hand. As she pulled me down on top of her again, she said, "Don't worry. I'm on the pill," and positioned me at her vagina, looking at me expectantly.
I grinned and kissed her gently, then grunted quietly as I entered her, inch by inch. She gasped each time I pushed a little more, until she was biting her lip and staring at me.
"How much further?" She asked, breathing hard already.
"Not much," I reassured her and resumed. Finally, when I was buried to the hilt, she released a sigh. She looked at me with hardened eyes.
"Fuck me, Shaun." She said quietly. "God please, fuck me." And I was happy to oblige. I pulled out almost all the way, and her eyes widened, almost frightened that I was just going to leave her like that, but I stopped, reversed direction. She closed her eyes in relief and in pleasure and I let my body take over. Soon, I was fucking her hard and fast, moaning as much as she was, groaning as she tightened around me and released with every pump. I got up suddenly, and she looked at me, confused until I grabbed her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed and I stood there, looking at her until she grabbed me again and guided me back into her.
Now, standing I renewed my thrusts, one hand gripping her thigh, the other massaging and squeezing her nipple. Her breath was coming out in gasps now, and she licked her hand and reached down to stimulate her clit.
"More," she choked out when she could. "HARDER!" Her legs were wrapping slowly around me as she built to a climax and her hand worked more vigorously at her clit. Finally, her legs tightened around my waist, and her mouth opened in a wordless scream of joy. She rode out the orgasm loudly and passionately, her hips rising to meet mine, her hands pulling me down so she could grip my hair, and soon enough, the tightening in her vagina was almost too much for me.
"Amara," I said softly, straining, and she looked at me as the waves of pleasure subsided. "I'm going to-" I didn't finish my sentence before she extracted me from her and situated herself until she was sitting on the bed, my cock in front of her face. She began rubbing it, licking her juices off of it, and massaging my balls. "No," I said, assuming she thought I wanted a blowjob. "I'm going to cum!" I held it back with all of my strength, though that strength was quickly giving out.
She looked at me with "fuck me" eyes I didn't know she possessed, and said in a throaty voice, "I thought this is what they did in the porno's," and continued to rub, this time with my ready to explode cock pointed at her face. The moment she said that, though, I lost control and thick, ropy streams of cum burst from me onto Amara's waiting face, tongue and chest. She waited a moment, until the strongest of pumps was over and then pulled my cock into her mouth to suck the rest of it from my emptying balls.
When it was all done, I collapsed. I aimed for the bed, but I ended up on the floor leaning against it. I was breathing hard, tired, spent. She slid down, sitting next to me, looking as tired and spent, but as satisfied as I felt. As I looked at her, my cum still slowly dripping from her face onto her tits, I swallowed and asked, "So, do you want to go out sometime?"
Amara laughed and hit my arm. "Sure, but you're gonna have to find me a towel first." She looked at the computer. "Unless you want to show me what you've learned from watching that stuff?" She raised an eyebrow and looked down at my steadily growing member.

 

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Thanks a lot guys, let other people know to read it...i'm tryin to get some feedback on my writings...

 

Hey all, this is a sequel to the story called "We Need to Practice" I hope you like it, and if you want more, I can try...



After the first day, the first time Amara and I had even kissed, let alone participated in the magnitude of sexuality that seemed to materialize between us, there wasn't a whole lot to say between us. It seemed, when we spoke, that we had exhausted our stories, our jokes and even the memories, and the only thing that hung between us was the sight of each other's naked bodies. Which may be a conversation starter for some. For us, however, it became such a block that we started making excuses not to see each other. Parties virtually stopped because we'd find excuses not to go, just so we didn't have to see the other. No one wants to hear this, especially me, but it seemed like sex had ruined our friendship, which in turn ruined our lives.
Let me rephrase that. Sex with each other had. We'd both had sex before, but in my mind we crossed a line, and as much as I wanted to jump back over, the line was now an impenetrable wall. Which destroyed a piece of me that liked to be with people and walk around seeing Life.

Most days, as I spiraled down, were spent sitting online, watching random videos, reading comics that weren't funny and laying in bed wondering how I might call Amara and somehow say something that would change us both back to what we were before: Friends. I'd even given up masturbation, knowing that every image I'd use to conjure up some lust would only turn into painful memories of my bedroom that day.
One day, I was doing just that. Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, half trying to work up nerve to call, half not trying to think about anything. The phone rang a few times, stopping before it hit the answering machine. I never moved, figuring it was a friend who was making half-hearted attempts to get me out in public again. I didn't care. Finally the phone rang one more time than usual, cuing answering machine.
"Hey, this is my phone. Talk to me!" Came a voice that used to be mine.
"Shaun? Are you there?" My heart froze and sank toward the floor, a disconcerting feeling when you're standing, almost painful when horizontal. It was Amara's voice in my machine. "Shaun, pick up please. We need to talk, and I want to ask you something."
I stood slowly, pieces of my brain screaming at me to move faster and ignore the call simultaneously. But I picked up the handheld and cleared my throat. "Hello?" My voice was raspy and dry to my ears and I swallowed voraciously before trying again. "Hello?"
"Shaun?"
"Yeah."
"I need you to come over. Now." She hung up.

What?

I stared at the phone that began beeping at me to hang it up, confused as hell. What was I supposed to do? We hadn't spoken in weeks, I'd heard that she was doing as good of a vegetable impression as I was, but with more running mascara, and she calls me. And tells me to come over without prelude or explanation. What was I supposed to do?
By the time I actually asked myself that question and woke up more fully to my surroundings, I noticed my keys in my had about to start the ignition in my car. My body had answered my question for me. Easy enough.
The drive was instantaneous for me, my dread speeding things along much more quickly than I had time to prepare for, and before I knew it I was knocking on her door.
She opened it and I was stunned at how good and bad she could look at the same time. She was as gorgeous as the first time we had met, years ago, with more curves now. I had a sudden image of those curves with less covering, but I shook my head of it and examined her again. Her face was puffy, but determined, her clothes wrinkled but clean, older stuff that she would wear around the house to clean. And she looked hurt. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and...and be Shaun and Amara again.
"Hey." I said, in lieu of the hugging plan.
"Come in," She replied just as shortly and closed the door behind me.
We stood awkwardly. It felt like the day after we had sex multiplied by fifty.
"What happened-?"
"I don't know what I-"
We spoke at the same time and something broke between us. A tear leaked out of her eye and within seconds we had sunk onto the floor, crying and hugging, apologizing and being silent with each other in turns.
I'm not sure who started it, but a giggle escaped someone as we lay there in the front hall and the tear flow stopped. A giggle answered and soon we were rolling together in more hysterics, but with good vibes this time.
When we finally were able to wipe away tears of mirth from our eyes, we sat on opposite walls, our legs pressed against each others, just looking at each other, not knowing what to say. But this time, the awkwardness and suffering between us was gone and there was only an almost prophetic gaze that passed from me to her and back that said "We'll get through it if we can figure out how."
Amara broke the silence first. "I have an idea. About why things went the way they did and how we can fix it."
I felt relief flood through me and gallons of weight fall from my shoulders. There was a plan, there was a course of action to take, and an explanation. We would get through it.
"We had sex." She said simply. "It was really good sex." She grinned almost bashfully. "Really, Really good sex." Her face got hard again. "But it was too...different. It brought something new and abrasive into our relationship that we weren't ready for." I nodded, seeing where this was going, and understanding fully. "So we need to practice."
I nodded again, then snapped quickly back to reality. "Wait, What?" I said, more loudly than I intended. She rolled her eyes at me, and I saw the Amara that I missed so much pop out and greet me again.
"I'm not going to lose incredible sex and a best friend all in one go," she explained patronizingly, but joking. "We need to do it more, and not let it affect what we do outside of the bedroom." I choked on her words, confused as hell again, for the second time that day. "This way," she continued, "we can make love as often as we want to, and not let it be the only thing we think about outside of here." She looked at me, a nervous expression crossing her face. "What do you think?"
I took a second to consider. I missed her. And that night, despite what it did to us, was one of the most incredible things that ever happened, and I wanted...no...needed to keep Amara in my life. The rational part of my brain tried to reason it out: "Well, if it's the sacrifice you need to make to keep her with you, then it couldn't hurt." My penis kicked the legs out from under it when it quickly replied, "Bullshit. We're getting laid."
"I can't think of a better plan." I said honestly and her beaming face convinced me that I made the right decision. She stood in front of me and held out a hand to help me up. I accepted and she stood me up into a light, tentative kiss that seemed to settle into me like the perfect Tetris piece to make all of the clutter go away.
"Do you want to go...practice?" She asked me softly and looked up the stairs down the hall, then back at me.
"Lead the way," I said and followed her, floating almost Pepe LePew style behind her. She kept stealing glances back at me, smiling lightly and I knew I was crazy about her. I thought to myself, This is how men must feel on their wedding night. Everything felt new, exciting and there was nothing dirty or naughty to it.
She finally turned around to face me in her room, and we resumed our lip-lock, albeit more heated and impassioned.
"Parents?" I asked quickly, not wanting to stop, but not wanting her to get caught.
"Gone for the weekend." She responded, gasping as my tongue found her collarbone, lightly circling it before ending with a kiss to the base of her neck. I traveled around and repeated the actions to her other shoulder, but this time I traveled up and gave her earlobe a small nip. She gasped and pulled my body into a tighter embrace.
The next few minutes was almost one long slow, stimulating and powerfully erotic moment as we undressed each other in the not-quite dark of her room. She spun us around and pushed me gently onto the bed, where I sat heavily, unable to take my eyes off of her. She was bathed in sunset glows from the window, venetian blinds casting red and pink lines across her body and she stood, seeming to drink in the last drops of twilight before turning her attention to me and flicking her hand in a gesture meaning obviously "Lie down."
I complied quickly, sliding back onto the bed until my head found a pillow. She clambered gracefully onto the bed next to me, climbing over me to straddle my body on her hands and knees and, reaching around to the back of my head, drove me into a kiss that I can't describe, no matter how many times I retell it.
But it broke and she looked at me with the heats of love and lust mixing to a beautiful fire in her eyes that I found irresistible. She reached down, grabbing my member and guided it to the pocket of warmth between her thighs. As she sank down onto it, she closed her eyes in disbelief and relaxation, letting me fill her, inch by inch, all the way to the base. She sighed when she reached the end, and looked at me, almost shaking her head.
"I don't remember it being THAT big," she said with a smile and her eyes seemed to go far away as she began to raise and lower herself on my shaft. Her warmth, the sight of her naked body rising and falling, and the small gasps that could have come from her or me, probably both, were enough to make my mind take itself on it's own journey through bliss.
However, when the cat is gone, the mice will play. The cat in this case, was my mind, and the mouse, my body. My mind found a place of joy that didn't remember the weeks of hurt and confusion, and my body took over. My hips started to rise and fall in a rhythm opposite that of Amara's, rising when she fell, and falling when she rose. The result was a harder, deeper thrust that left both of us gasping harder and with a little voice attached. One of my hands, of it's own accord, rose and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her back down for her lips to meet mine. My other hand found the rosy tipped breast, hard nipples, and began to play, fondling and kneading softly with my fingers, bringing an actual vocal response to her throat that vibrated through my teeth and tongue. We built up our speed very slowly, our voices mingling together in a not quite matching crescendo. All of the tension I had built up between our first tryst and this one was beginning to take a toll on me and I could feel myself losing control of my baser instincts to turn her over and mount her like a fucking bull.
Instead, I let her set the rising pace, and she started to cry out more and more often, breaking our kiss and moaning words of instruction and need. "More, please, Shaun, God I've-Oh Jesus!-I've needed this soooo much, please take me, More, Please, Oh Shaun, Shaun, Shaun!"
She fell against me, burying her face into the crook of my neck, moaning into my shoulder as her whole body tightened in an orgasm. I kept up my end, thrusting into her, a little faster as her muscles clenched around me, desperate to keep me in. Finally, she pulled her face up and looked me in the eyes. "I want that again," she said, barely containing the hunger in her voice. "But harder." I almost came right then, but I held onto my quivering strength and said with more confidence than I felt, "Let's do it."
She sat up and began to rotate her hips, doing a belly dance on my pelvis, which did interesting things to my pleasure sensors in my dick and my eyes. Her eyes were closed and she reached up to pull on her nipples with her fingers. I couldn't help but reach out and grab her hips, sliding my hands up and down her sides and under her breasts, just feeling her body. She moaned softly as I pushed up a bit and let her fall back with me, then again. By this time, I could feel my body doing it's "playing mouse" routine, and I was thrusting under her with more and more need.
"Lift yourself up," I growled deep in my throat. Her eyes flew open in surprise, but she did as I asked, leaning forward a bit to pull her pussy a bit off of my cock. I took her nipple in my fingers again as I started to pound into her from underneath faster and harder. She gasped and she almost fell back onto me, but I grabbed her shoulders and kept her up as my hips slammed in between her thighs over and over again.
"Shaun, you're gonna...i can't...I can't believe I'm going to...so soon..." her voice, mixed with shock and pleasure cut into my brain and all I wanted to do at that moment was please her. It gave me more, boosted me up and powered me forward, and in a few moments she gave a little scream and shut her eyes tight against the onslaught of pleasure her body was sending all around.
Without meaning to, my voice and mouth worked together. "Cum on me, cum on my cock," I moaned as she whimpered into my ear. "Please, cum for me, baby."
She finally let out one last groan and shuddered, letting the last waves subside and she looked at me with gratitude in her eyes. "Your turn," she gasped out and leaned forward again, her breasts hanging over my face. "Fuck me, Shaun, fill me up." She said pleadingly. "I want you to cum in my pussy, please." It took no more urging and I was thrusting again, pushing myself as deep as I could and falling back. Her moans and whimpers now were more encouragement to me, stimulating more than they had before and her pleas for my orgasm made me feel my testicles tighten. I gritted my teeth, pushed into her just a few more times and felt the release take over. Amara threw her head back again, "Yes, Shaun, fill me, please, Oh god there's so much, Shaun, YES!"
I spent myself inside of her, then fell back onto the bed. She settled down, smiling, eyes closed as she felt me soften inside of her. She looked down at me, then rolled over to lay next to me, spooning my chest. I felt the flutter of her lips next to my ear, and shuddered as I felt it through my spine. "Do you think we can talk after this?" She whispered. And I knew the answer was irrefutably, undeniably "Yes."

 

you are an AMAZING story teller.

thank you for those 3 orgasms and i will come back again soon for more.

amazing!

 

Excellent story, very realistic! Keep'em cumin!

 

3? Wow...Thanks! lol.

And Moran, I LOOOOVE your stories...I've read them before.