Pam

He was sweet. I could tell he genuinely cared about me. In past relationships – if you can call them that – I was a trophy: the high school or college cheerleader you bragged to your buddies about; later, arm candy to show off, add inches to your dick.

But Jerry was different. He just liked being with me; he wasn’t just hanging around to get into my pants. And when he finally did, he was a thoughtful and considerate lover. And I found that – to my surprise – to be far more important than cock size. Jerry had a small cock but he wasn’t the least bit embarrassed about it. And he no reason to be; it was a cute little cock.

Besides, men with big cocks had been a disappointment to me. I always thought if I found one with a big enough cock, I would have my first vaginal orgasm. Though my search led me to some pretty pleasurable cocks – nothing like the feeling of being completely filled – the pleasure always stopped just short of orgasm. Of course I couldn’t be honest about it – men with big cocks have enormous egos. So I faked orgasms to keep them from ramming away at me until I was raw.

Jerry was a breath of fresh air. He begged me to teach him how to please me. And even though he was inexperienced and fumbled about at first, it was a huge turn-on to have someone explore my body with such joy and abandon. Soon he was giving me orgasm after orgasm. But still, that elusive vaginal orgasm was just beyond my grasp.

*******************

Drinking while horny is a no-no for me; it always leads to trouble. And the night of Matt’s birthday party I was really horny. Jerry held me down and gave me forty minutes of delicious head before we left. My pussy was still dripping when we arrived. I told myself I’d nurse one drink to be sociable. Well, one drink lead to three more before I caught this big black stud eyeing me pretty hard. I tried to be coy about it but I was fixating on his huge “package,” behaving like a bitch in heat.

There was no use playing games anymore; I was going to fuck him and he knew it. I headed down the hallway; he slyly followed. Within seconds of finding a dark hideaway I had his huge salami in my hand. I’d never felt a cock so heavy. This was it; it had to be: I was finally going to get my vaginal orgasm.

I just gave him some light head to start; I wanted him in me so bad I was about to burst. And when he did enter me, I swear to God, I saw stars. It was an incredible feeling – for about five minutes. I knew the train wasn’t going to leave the station. I was about to fake another orgasm when the lights suddenly flickered on.

Jerry was standing there – fuming!

“Hey, man, get the fuck outta here!” the black guy shouted. “You fuckin’ freak.”

Jerry didn’t move. He just stood there silently boring holes in me with his icy glare.

“Did you hear me motherfucka?” The black guy wheeled around and took a swing at Jerry.

Jerry dropped him with sickening efficiency. He must have had forty pounds and three inches on Jerry; it didn’t matter. He ended up on the floor in a fetal position, coughing up blood. Jerry never even hinted to me that he had fighting skills.

“Jerry…” He cut me off with a clenched hand around my throat.

“Don’t you say another fuckin’ word – not after having that donkey’s dick in your mouth.”

He pushed my legs apart, entered me roughly and started frenetically pumping away.

“I knew it! It’s so loose I can’t feel a fuckin’ thing. Well, you better tighten it, bitch, or you’re going to be joining your donkey.

I believed him. His grip was tightening; his eyes wide with rage. My pussy clenched as if it had been hit by an electrical current. Birthday boy, Matt, rushed into the room, mouth agape.

“What the fuck, Jerry? This is my house, man.”

“Well, this is my pussy!” Jerry shouted emphatically without even turning his head.

Matt knelt and lifted the poor guys head. A stream of blood and teeth pooled onto the carpet. Goddamn! Who knew Jerry was such a badass? I got so excited my pussy clamped down on Jerry’s dick with a vice-like grip. His grunting told me he was enjoying me in spite of himself. All the commotion attracted a crowd at the door. I didn’t give a fuck; the train was finally leaving the station, honey!

“All aboard!” I shouted before a VAGINAL orgasm shook me wildly. Appreciative applause filled the room as Jerry unloaded into my pussy.

 

I love the violence so much like my lifestyle of past, fucking, fighting and riding Harley Davidsons. I love how Jerry was a sleeper and only kicked ass when need. When the ass hole was fucking Jerry's woman without asking first he got what he deserved an ass whupping. Would love to read some more of anything you have written.

 

I love the violence so much like my lifestyle of past, fucking, fighting and riding Harley Davidsons. I love how Jerry was a sleeper and only kicked ass when need. When the ass hole was fucking Jerry's woman without asking first he got what he deserved an ass whupping. Would love to read some more of anything you have written.

 

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Hot hot hot , so damm hot I have spread my legs so the fan can cool me down ...

 

Terri

I consider myself a good catholic girl. But I’m not perfect. I’ve kept my virginity but have had to make some compromises to keep boyfriends. So many girls are just giving it away. A hand job here and there was usually enough to keep a guy around – that and the prospect of nailing a catholic girl. And when things got really tense a blowjob – yuck! – was necessary to keep the peace. The peer pressure was intense – and I went to an all-girls school; I can only imagine the pressure on coeds in public schools.

But I made it through high school with my maidenhood intact. I considered that as much an accomplishment as the acceptance letters I received from good colleges. College almost broke me, though. Everybody treated sex like handshakes. It was in Sodom and Gomorrah. I had no social life; I couldn’t go to a party or any event where alcohol was served without guys putting their hands all over me. Even “nice” guys were expecting a “hookup” after a couple of dates. I wanted to go home.

“Hey, squirt.” I knew that voice. I turned to see that it was Brianna. She was a couple of years ahead of me at St. Mary’s and used to bully me a lot, but I’d never been so happy to see someone in my life.

“Brianna, I didn’t know you went here!”

“What, you think I’m too stupid to get in?”

“No, I just…”

“I’m just teasing you, squirt.” I just broke into tears and became an emotional mess.

Brianna put her arms around me and said, “You’re embarrassing me, kid. C’mon, let’s go back to my apartment.”

*******************

Brianna’s apartment was off campus. It was small but beat dorm living by a mile. A guy walked out of the kitchen.

“Hey, babe.”

“This is Jimmy. Jimmy this is Terri. Get lost Jimmy.” Jimmy obeyed. He grabbed his jacket and car keys and left.

“Now what the hell is wrong with you, girl?” She led me over to the couch. I became a blubbering mess again but I manage to get it all out.

“You’ve got to get those nuns out of your head. They don’t know shit about men and relationships. You’ve got learn how to control these boys. And that’s what they are – boys. Jimmy tried those head games with me too. But he’s not getting into this pussy.”

“You’re still a virgin too?’

“What, did you think I was a whore?”

“No…”

“Relax, squirt. I’m just fuckin’ with you.”

“These guys are just animals. They’ll stick it into anything. You’ve just got to give them something to fuck that you don’t care about. Me, I don’t care about my ass; ain’t nothing but shit up there anyway. But my Holy of Holies is for my future husband.”

“You mean in the butt.”

“Yeah, in the butt.”

“Ouch! That’s got to hurt.”

“Not if you do it right. Girl, I can do my homework now while Jimmy’s pumpin’ away back there.” Brianna burst out laughing as if she just told the funniest joke.

We heard the key in the lock and Jimmy reentered.

“Well speaking of butt fuckers,” Brianna said loudly before bursting out laughing again.

Jimmy’s face flushed. It was the first chance I got a good look at him. God he was hot – blonde hair, blue eyes. He was over six-foot tall and ripped. He belonged in a Calvin Kline ad.

“Keep your voice down, Bree,” he admonished.

“Aw, we’re all among friends here. Besides, my friend here needs to learn about anal sex.”

“No I don’t!” I protested.

Brianna grabbed me and shook me. “Listen to me, squirt! You’re not at St. Mary’s anymore. This is all just a game to these assholes here. And you had better learn to play it better than them. If you don’t, I guarantee you one of these nimrods is gonna take your cherry.”

*********************

It was so embarrassing. I was naked from the waist down. Brianna and Jimmy were fully clothed. Jimmy was stretching my anal ring with little butt plugs, then bigger butt plugs. I was horrified when I saw my poo covering one of the plugs. It was even worse when I felt a bowel movement coming. I had to rush to the toilet to evacuate. The smell just covered the room but Brianna and Jimmy never turned up their nose.

Just the same, I told myself I was not going back; it was just so gross. But I was crushing on Jimmy. So I went back, again and again, to see his smile, feel his touch. The plugs were replaced by dildos after three or four days. While Jimmy stretched me, Brianna schooled me on the dos and don’ts. It was all so clinical.

“I think she’s ready,” Brianna said. “Hand me that. I felt the vacuum in my anus after Jimmy pulled the dildo out of me.

“Can you believe this was up your ass?” Brianna asked, showing me this big dildo. No, I didn’t believe it. I got dizzy just looking at that huge thing.

“Okay, lie on your back.” I complied. Then Jimmy starts unzipping his fly.

“No, wait a minute!” I protested.

“It’s okay,” Brianna said, soothingly. “You’ve got to learn how to do this right. Relax, we’re all friends here.”

Jimmy stroked himself until he was hard; then he put on a condom.

“You supply the condom – always!” Brianna narrated. "If you don’t put it on yourself, you watch him put it on."

Jimmy began applying lube.

“Make sure he applies enough lube on himself; that’s your responsibility,” Brianna continued. Now, we’ve already lubed you up but in the future you’ve got to lube yourself beforehand. Always take it missionary style with your hands cupped over your pussy. You don’t want one of these sneaky bastards “accidently” slipping into your vagina. Now, draw your knees back to your chest to give him easy access.”

After I did, I felt the head of Jimmy’s penis stretching my anal ring. There was a slight pinch and then relief as his penis traveled up my anal canal. Jimmy’s face was such a beautiful mixture of agony and pleasure that I wrapped my legs around him and surrendered totally. Everything was perfect – except for Brianna’s hand between us. Her touch was no longer clinical as it travelled to my pubes.

“Just relax,” she whispered in my ear in almost a mantra.

This was wrong. Of course, having premarital sex in and of itself was wrong. But this felt especially sinful. Yet I didn’t stop her. If this was the price I had to pay for even one more minute of this beautiful man inside me, I was willing to pay it. And then Brianna’s rubbing caused my anus to clench, magnifying the pleasure. I clenched even harder and held it longer, again and again. I was riding a wave of pleasure that was taking me somewhere but not quite reaching there. It was driving me mad with frustration.

Jimmy’s orgasm was loud and prolonged. It filled me with such pride – and sadness now that it was over. He pulled out of me only to be replaced by a ravenous Brianna between my thighs. “No!” I wanted to shout – but didn’t. I wanted to push her off of me – but pulled her head in tight instead as she licked me into a frenzy. I was going to hell for sure. I prayed for the Virgin Mary to intercede; my anus clenched into the vacuum left by Jimmy’s penis and God punished me with a “seizure.” Brianna and Jimmy stood over without expression as I flopped about like a fish out of water.

“Two things,” Brianna said after I settled down. “One: You need to regularly stretch back there,” she said, tossing me a dildo, “or it’s going to really hurt.” Two: This is the last time you’re fucking my man; find your own.” She looked over at a grinning Jimmy and slapped him lightly across his cheek. “I’m serious.”

 

Very interesting

 

Held my attention when she told it.

 

Wanda

I’ve had to fight for everything I’ve got. It’s hard being a black woman in America. I have to fight both racism and sexism. Rap videos don’t help – nothing stirs up white boys more than black girls twerking with their tits and asses out. But I’ve endured the ogling and harassment to get my piece of the pie.

And finally after sixteen years of saving and sacrifice, I got my first taste of it. I bought a townhouse. It was in a great neighborhood with everything you could possibly want within walking distance. And the cherry on top was that most of my neighbors in the complex were gay. It was great to come home and decompress from all the shit I had to put up with.

But there was one problem: my next door neighbor.

Every night that I walked by, he’d crack his door open. He kept the lights off when he did it so all I could see was a rough outline of him. I didn’t meet him the first three weeks after I moved in, but I kept my eyes peeled. My townhouse was right next to the mailboxes for the whole complex.

When he finally emerged, I was chatting with a guy named Gary who lived across the courtyard.

He was just a kid. He couldn’t have been older than twenty. And he was carrying a fucking skateboard! He walked right past us, never looking up or greeting us, unlocked the security gate, and left. A few seconds later we heard the skateboard clacking down the sidewalk.

“Gary, that kid gives me the creeps.”

“Bryce is okay, Wanda. He’s a mute; it’s hard for him to get along with people who don’t know sign language.”

Now I felt guilty. I had done to him what I complained about people doing to me my whole life: judged him before I knew him. But it still bothered me that this kid could afford a townhouse in this complex. Hell, it took me ten years just to pay off my student loans. This truly is a white man’s world.

A couple a days later I was trudging through the courtyard after another long day at work when Bryce’s door cracked open as usual. I decided to be a friendly neighbor. I smiled and greeted him as I walked by.

“Good evening, Bryce.” The door opened wider. The kid was masturbating!

*******************

I lost my shit.

Two decades of abuse and harassment came to a head at that point, blinding me with rage. Before I knew it, I was pulling off my panties.

“You into black women, Bryce, huh?” I had my panties balled up in my left hand; mace at the ready in my right. I just had to lure him out enough to spray him. I was going to stomp his balls; neuter him on the spot.

“Come on, Bryce. I know you can smell them. You know where they’ve been.”

I slowly closed the distance between us, panties balled into my fist at the end of my outstretched arm; my right hand hidden behind me. He opened the door wider.

“Come on, Bryce, get yourself a whiff of black pussy.”

He stepped out just enough, wide eyed with lust, for me to strike. But just as I was bringing the mace around he squirted me with a gob of semen. As I looked down at my skirt screaming, he seized the opportunity and snatched my panties before slamming the door shut.

I rushed to my apartment. This little freak was going to jail that very night. But before my thumb could punch in the first number, I realized I couldn’t make the call. The freak had my panties! I had offered them to him! The cops would probably arrest ME for indecency. I yelled at the top of my lungs at the injustice of it all. I know he heard me; we share a wall.

I paced back and forth for a couple of minutes trying to calm down so I could think. I definitely wasn’t going to let this punk run me out of here. If I had to kick his ass to get some respect, so be it. I needed a weapon. He didn’t intimidate me in the least – he was all of a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet – but men can fool you sometimes with their strength and aggression. A knife was out of the question; if the cops did come, those Barney Fifes would shoot me without blinking.

My golf clubs!

I went through a Tiger Woods phase before I realized I had a better shot joining the Klan than I had at a decent golf membership. I pulled out a nine iron and headed back next door. I knocked loudly on the door.

“Open up, Bryce.” He slipped an envelope under the door. It had eight one-hundred dollar bills in it and a note that read, “Sorry about your skirt.”

“Bryce, open this door or I’m taking this to the Home Owners Association. You know they’ll kick your little narrow ass to the curb.”

He opened the door slightly. The room was dark.

“Turn on the lights.” He obeyed. “Open the door wider.” He did.

I brought the golf club head up to rest on his forehead.

“Back up.” As I backed him in, he showed no fear, prompting me to question my judgment. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all; I could end up in pieces in this kid’s refrigerator.

I closed the door behind me. The place was beautiful. This kid had taste. It was decorated Japanese style, right down to the art work on the walls; Spartan with clean lines it lacked warmth, personality. It could have been mistaken for an art gallery were it not for the horseshoe desk supporting four desktop computers. Next to the desk was an altar with burning incense – and ME!

A pen sketch of me spread eagled was in the center. It was a very good rendering, except for what he imagined my vagina looked like. In front of the sketch now lay my panties. My first instinct was to run; but for the first in my life I felt in control, in power. This kid was worshiping me!

“You a graphic artist, Bryce?” I asked. He nodded. I walked over to the dining room and pulled out a chair.

“I see you’ve been worshiping me, Bryce. Well, Goddess Wanda is not pleased. Strip! You must worship before me as naked as the day you were born.” He hastily complied. “Now, come over here and kneel.”

Something about the way this kid moved scared me despite his small stature. It sent my heart racing. I didn’t connect the dots until he knelt: he probably has training in martial arts. If so, my golf club is a joke to him. But I was already in the cage with the lion; I couldn’t show fear or weakness now. I kicked off my left house shoe.

“My feet are killing me; take care of that.”

His hands were soft but his touch firm – and knowledgeable. This wasn’t his first foot rub. Tension left my body in waves. He locked gaze with me; his body started undulating; he pressed the soles of my feet against his chest as he massaged them; His deep rhythmic breathing greatly expanded his chest then he made this weird sound as he exhaled, causing vibrations under my feet.

It felt so good.

He was working up a sweat; beads of it flowed down his rock hard abs as his fingertips moved up to the inside of my thighs. My whole body was moving to his touch now; perspiration was gathering on my inner thighs. As his fingertips moved along my thighs, I felt them in my vagina – they were searching, finding. His head moved forward slowly and deliberately as he spread my thighs. He wanted me spread eagled like his rendering. I obliged, anticipating - wanting - his warm, wet tongue.

He exhaled a sharp, warm blast to my clit and then shook as if palsied. His arms spread wide as his torso bent over backwards. Warmth slowly radiated from my clit throughout my pelvis as I watched him shake, arms flailing just above the floor. His penis rose straight up to a forty-five degree angle. Then, BAM! An orgasm hit me just as his penis shot a stream of cum. And then another. I felt like I was ejaculating through his penis.

When it was over we were both spread out before one another, convulsing to the beat of our own pulses. Goddess Wanda was pleased!

Worship services were every Thursday after that.

 

Ohhh yeah I like it

 

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Lisa

I had no life.

I’d pull my shift at a senior care facility; from there I went to nursing school; I ate; did my homework; then the cycle started all over again. I was miserable but there was light at the end of the tunnel. One more semester and it was over.

But before that, my workload was going to get even heavier. Due to cut backs, another “guest” would be added to my wing, a World War II vet by the name of Tommy Davis. He reminded me of my grandfather, Papa Joe, a crusty old cuss who treated me like a princess. So in honor of my grandfather and the generation that sacrificed so much, I gave Tommy the royal treatment.

*****************

It was just a simple shave.

Tommy’s left arm was useless and his right hand shook uncontrollably with palsy. So I started my morning rounds feeding and shaving him. A stroke left him without the power of speech so I had to pay close attention to his body language. Tommy hated electric shavers so I’d bring Papa Joe’s pearl handled straight razor. Tommy’s eyes lit up the first time he saw it.

I’d start with steaming hot towels just like Papa taught me; then I’d rub in his favorite shaving cream. This was probably the only part of his day where Tommy felt like his former strapping self because his body would hum with pleasure. So, I’d take my time. But one day I leaned over too close to his shaking hand and it caught me right on the clit.

I jumped back, flushed with embarrassment. I took me a few seconds to regain my composure and then finish the shave – taking care to avoid having contact with that hand again. But that incident stayed on my mind. I daydreamed about it for the rest of my shift, and classes after that. It invaded my dreams at night. I couldn’t shake it.

The next morning I dreaded entering Tommy’s room. His head started bobbing like a pigeon at the sight of me. That angered me.

“I know what’s going on in that noggin of yours, you old coot. Forget it. It was an accident and you know it.”

He started bobbing his head again.

I looked down at his shaking hand and my juices started flowing in spite of me. I got angrier. This is what having no life had led to: fantasizing about an old man’s hand. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“You’ve got two choices old man. You can have breakfast and a shave. Or you can give me a hand job. Which is it?”

His head started bobbing vigorously.

“Just what I thought. C’mon, let’s go, you nasty old bugger.”

I wheeled him into his bathroom and locked the door. I slowly lowered myself onto his shaking hand, pinning it to the arm of his wheelchair. My panties were already damp.

“I bet you think you’re still some big stud making me wet like this, don’t you?” I said as I started riding his hand.

More bobbing.

“Well, dream on, you old fart. This is as close to pussy as you’re going to get for the rest of your life.”

I was a fight to breathe normally; a fight I was losing. The powerful sensations of Tommy's shaking hand were electrifying my entire crotch. I pressed down harder on his hand and started grinding until the sparks flew. Goddamn, I needed this!

“Fuck you, Tommy! I hissed before an orgasm overtook me.”

**********************

I started being verbally abusive to the horny bastard, but he wouldn’t stop bobbing his head for sex.

“No way, no how, you old goat,” I spat out when his stiffy waved proudly at me during his sponge bath.

Still, his head bobbed.

“You think I’m going to fuck your old wrinkled ass when I can have my pick of young studs out there?”

Still, his head bobbed.

“Are you suicidal, you old buzzard? Don’t you know my pussy will put your ancient ass in the grave?”

Still, his head bobbed.

He wore me down. Or maybe it was just my situation. I REALLY needed to get laid. Finally, after one really stressful morning, I caved. I decided to serve Tommy his lunch last so that it would run into my lunch hour. He greeted with his bobbing head as usual when I walked in.

“You ready to meet your Maker, old man, huh?” I said wheeling him into the bathroom. “Well, let’s take care of that for you.”

I pulled off my panties and shoved them under his nose.

“How long has it been, daddy, huh? I bet you’d love to grab your dick right now – shoved it real hard into my wet pussy, wouldn’t you? But you can’t! That’s why you’re so useless to me.”

I released the armrests on his wheelchair and pulled down his pajamas. His prick stood at full attention.

“For me?! Are you sure? Well, if you want some of this pussy, you’re going to have to earn it. I don’t give handicap passes.”

I hopped onto his lap and then inched my pelvis up his torso until my pussy was in his face; his prick was stabbing me in the back of my neck. I locked my legs around his head and squeezed.

“C’mon daddy, you better show mama how much you love her pussy or she’s going to lunch.”

Just talking dirty had me all hot and bothered. Then Tommy’s tongue snaked out and sent me into orbit. The old man still knew how to find a clit. I grabbed his head and pulled him forward and squeezed my legs with all my might. I was afraid he was suffocating but I couldn’t let go. I just shook and prayed he was alright.

“You still here, old man?” I asked, finally lowering myself and trying to catch my breath. “Don’t even think about checking out on me before I get some of this dick.”

His head started bobbing. He was a game old fucker; I give him that. I grabbed his prick; it pulsed strongly and proudly in my hand. I slowly lowered myself on it, feeling it hit every one of my naughty spots as it filled me. Oh, I REALLY needed this!

Tommy was the perfect lover for me. He wasn’t some thoughtless young buck hurriedly thrusting and pumping into me to get to get his rocks off; he was a calm, motionless body beneath me – except for his shaking hand which lightly brushed my taint. I lazily moved about on his cock, treating myself; fantasizing that it was Patrick Dempsey I was riding, on a cliff in Malibu, watching the sun set over the Pacific. I took my time riding him until a tsunami slammed into me, tossing me about like a ragdoll.

Tommy was a godsend for me at a time in my life when I needed one. His death crushed me. I miss him.

 

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Jenny

I was still a virgin my senior year of high school. And I intended to stay one.

The very idea of sex was repulsive to me. Dogs were doing it on the sidewalk every summer; I couldn’t picture humans looking any more dignified. But I wouldn’t have to “picture” it much longer. I caught my neighbors, Russell and Linda, in the act while planting tomatoes in my mother’s garden.


A ten-foot high hedge separated our properties but there was a little hole in the hedge right where I knelt. I could see clear into their back yard. They were both naked; she was stretched out on a lawn chair; he was stepping out of their pool.



What I saw next shocked me! The manhood swinging between Russell’s legs was huge. The only other penis I’d seen before that belonged to my little brother Joey. This was no little boy’s penis. He walked straight over to Linda, not even bothering to towel off. She reached over and stroked his penis until it grew proudly in her hand. For the first time in my life I got a rush of sexual excitement.


Oh, I’d had crushes and fantasies, mostly over teen heartthrobs - Jared Leto was the latest - but they never involved thoughts of sex. At most, it was just kissing and cuddling. This was different and I knew it. I wanted my hand around that penis, feel it come alive in my hand as it was doing in Linda’s.


“Whatcha doing!” I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was my best friend, Sheena.


“Shh!” I admonished her, bringing my index finger to my lips. I pointed to the hole.


“Oh my God,” she whispered. “They’re doing it right in the open for the world to see.”


We were transfixed as Linda brought Russell’s penis into her mouth. Ugh! Stroking a penis was one thing, but the thought of putting one in my mouth was revolting. But I couldn’t look away, not even when Russell put his head between Linda’s thighs. This was worse than watching dogs do it.


“Moms back!” Joey’s shout startled us to our feet. We wanted to get as far away from that hole as possible.


After we helped my mom bring in the groceries, we went to my room to discuss what we witnessed. I expected Sheena to be as disgusted as I was, but she wasn’t.


“C’mon, I bet you’d do that with Jared,” she said, cocking her head toward the full sized poster on my wall.


“No, I wouldn’t.”


“Aw, c’mon, Jenny,” Sheena mockingly pleaded in a deep voice. “Won’t you do it for me, sweetie? I’m your fantasy.”


“Shh!” I peeped into the hall as Sheena giggled. Then I locked the door. “Keep your voice down.”


Sheena was now sprawled on my bed. She patted the mattress for me to join her. I did. As we looked up at the poster she said, “You think Jared would do us both on this bed?”


“Look at you,” Sheena said, wide-eyed in mock shock. “You’re blushing crimson red. You’ve already had him in this bed, haven’t you, you little whore?”


“No, I haven’t. Only sluts like you think like that.”


“You’re right. With a hunk monkey like that staring down at me I can’t help myself.”


She unbuttoned her jeans and shoved her hands into her panties. In a panic I reached over and quickly a grabbed her wrist.


“What are you doing? Are you crazy?”


“Yeah. Crazy for Jared.” I realized my hand was moving up and down with her wrist as she rubbed herself. I jerked my hand away.


“Sheena stop it!”


“No, you need to start it. Poor Jared has been up there wanting you all this time and you’ve been denying him. Well, he’s going to have one of us today. You choose.”


She stopped rubbing herself and looked over at me.


“Well?”


“I can’t,” I blubbered out as tears welled in my eyes. My heart was pounding into my throat.


“Yes you can. You’ve already seen me do it. So you know I’m not going to judge you.”


She released the button on my shorts and started pulling down the zipper. I reached down to stop her but she swatted my hand away.


“Just close your eyes and think of Jared. It’s about time you two really met.”


She grabbed my hand and guided it into my panties. I couldn’t look down. I just threw my arm over my eyes and let it happen.

to be continued...

 

Her hand gently but firmly guided mine. I’d never masturbated before; that’s for pervs and losers. And told myself I really wasn’t doing it now. This was Sheena’s doing.

“Relax,” she whispered. Her warm breath caressed my earlobe and sent shivers throughout my body. “This is what you longed for: Jared touching you, holding you.”

I wanted to believe it. I needed to believe it - badly. Tingling sensations washed over me. The warmth of his body, his breath, soothed me. I allowed myself to fully submerge, completely surrendering to myself to my birth as a sexual being.

Gently, he urged me on, encouraging me to find just the right touch and movement as he lightly nibbled on my neck and brushed his lips across mine. Light kisses and knowing fingertips soon traveled down my body. I encircled his body with mine, wanting to feel the pressure of his longing and the heat of his passion as I vigorously abused myself.

Then suddenly, he removed my hand and replaced it with his tongue. My hips jumped clear off the bed! The pleasure was so extreme I lost control of myself. I was humping his beautiful face before I knew it, like one of those filthy dogs of summer.

“Forgive me, Jared,” was my last thought before blacking out.

I came to with Sheena’s wet face smiling up at me.

“Get out!” I shouted. The grin quickly left her face. She was utterly confused.

So was I. I just wanted her gone. She dropped her head and dashed out. She left me sobbing uncontrollably on the edge of my bed. She tricked me – USED me. How could she do that? We were through as far as I was concerned. I wanted nothing more to do with her.

To be continued…

 

Thanx for the like, knighthood.

 

A week after my blowup with Sheena I almost lost my virginity to my boyfriend, Roger. His reputation for “night moves” was well deserved. I thought I was immune. And before my sexual awakening maybe I was. But my body was no longer indifferent to his groping now. I found myself anticipating, wanting – even needing his touch. I was close to completely surrendering before his erection shocked me to my senses.

“This isn’t happening,” I said, jumping up from the couch. Of course he begged and pleaded – all to no avail. Then it got ugly. He accused me of being a tease – and worse. We broke up that night. And oddly enough, I blamed Sheena. I’d never let Roger get that far before. So, maybe I did lead him on. But I couldn’t help it. I was different now. I was feeling things I shouldn’t; wetting my panties like a skank.

Sheena tried to rekindle our friendship by apologizing – more than once – but I rebuffed her. I made it clear that she was to keep her distance, but she still circled me like some love sick puppy. To make matters worse, I think Roger was spreading rumors that I was a dyke. That really stung. So the last the thing I needed was Sheena making goo-goo eyes at me.

Then again, maybe I was responsible for the rumors. Daydreams of Sheena’s mouth on my pussy were becoming far too frequent. Maybe I was subconsciously giving off a lesbian vibe. But two things I was definitely sure of. One, I wasn’t a lesbian. And two, I was horny as hell; I could no longer trust myself around boys. I was forced to swallow a hard and bitter truth. I needed Sheena. Once I came to terms with it, I summoned the courage to approach her at lunch.

“We need to talk,” I said, guiding her to a spot out of earshot. “Look, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings. But I’m just not like that.”

“But you know I am. Are you going to tell everybody?”

“Of course not,” I protested. “But we can’t be friends like we were before. I can’t have people thinking I’m like you.”

“But you’re the only one who knows about me.”

“For now. But that could change.”

Her face turned downcast, but then lit up like the sun when I added, ”But I wouldn’t mind having private meetings with my sweet Jared.”

“How about today?” she said eagerly. “My mom won’t be home until seven. I’ll come get you after last period.”

“You’re not listening, Sheena. We can’t be seen together. I’ll meet you there.” I turned around and left before she could say anything else.

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My heart was in my throat as I rang Sheena’s doorbell. My day had been a blur after that meeting at lunch. The more I thought about it the more I regretted agreeing to the meet. I prayed for an intervention on the way there – maybe I’d get hit by a car, or Mrs. Grayson would have a change of plans and come home early. My head was swimming. It felt as if the whole neighborhood had witnessed my march to shame.

Sheena answered the door cheerfully. “Coast is clear,” she said, giggling, before leading me back to her room, which was next to their driveway. She locked her door and immediately tried kiss me, but I turned my head away and fended her off.

“Okay,” she said with a shrug, and then gleefully started unbuttoning my blouse. I felt like a I was a goddamn candy bar she was unwrapping. I started to panic. I was losing control of the situation; that’s how she tricked me the last time. That was not going to happen again.

“Stop,” I said calmly, but forcefully. “Take a seat,” I said pointing to the bed. She nervously complied.

“I told you I’m not like that. I’m here for Jared.” I reached under my skirt, pulled down my panties and stepped out of them.

“As you can see, I’ve been thinking about him all day. Do you think he sniffs panties?”

Sheena bobbed her head like a trained seal, never taking her eyes off the balled up panties in my hand as I approached her.

“I don’t know, Sheena. Jared doesn’t seem…” She snatched my panties from my hand before I could finish my sentence, shoved them in her mouth and inhaled deeply as she pulled down her skirt. Her aggression froze me in my tracks, scaring the shit out of me.

She started rubbing herself roughly; her breathing were sharp and rhythmic. There was something primal about it. I felt sorry for her as I watched her squirm and grunt under her touch. How could anyone receive so much pleasure over something so disgusting as soiled panties? Yet I envied her in a way. I had never in my life experienced such rapture. Less than two minutes later her body began to jerk erratically and spasm.

“Are we done?” I was a little annoyed that she seemed to have forgotten I was in the room – and more than a little flustered by her wanton display. I just pointed to the floor and said, “Now.” I don’t know why; that’s just what came out.

She hopped off her bed and knelt before me. I grabbed the back of her head and she went to work on my pussy immediately. I felt awkward - hunched over and rocking on the balls of my feet - as Sheena’s tongue lashed me. The incredible sensations I was feeling shook my body and triggered a flashback to that backyard scene with Russell and Linda. A switch flipped in my brain and I no longer gave a damn about modesty. That fair maiden who zealously guarded her chastity was dead. I was a Russell now, needing my big cock serviced by whosoever had a warm, wet mouth available.

I came so hard I barely kept my balance. Cramps in my side and stomach kept me hunched over as I drenched Sheena’s face. I pinned her head between my thighs and rocked until the cramps eased. When I finally got some relief, I filled my lungs with the heavy scent pervading the room. It was familiar smell – yet slightly different. It was the smell of sloppy pussy – my sloppy pussy. And it was giving me a contact high.

To be continued…

 

I stumbled over to Sheena’s bed and flopped down on it, sapped of energy. Sheena quickly joined me. Her warm breath on my neck felt heavenly as we breathed in unison. Then her nose started to nuzzle me as she wrapped an arm around me. That was a little too intimate for me. But before I could mouth protest, her teeth were in my neck, sucking and licking a fold of flesh.

“Sheena, stop.”

Ignoring my protest, she pinned me to the bed and started dry humping me – only it wasn’t exactly dry. I could feel her warm wetness on my thigh as her unruly patch of pubic hair scraped my skin. My struggle to push her off me seemed to excite her even more. Her speed picked up, her rough grinding retraced a wet streak from my upper thigh to my pelvic bone. Her grunting, biting, and licking sent me into a full blown panic.

“Sheena!” My scream echoed off the walls as Sheena succumbed to a body wracking orgasm before rolling off me in a lump.

“What the hell is your problem?!”

“I don’t know what happened. Jared just took over my body.”

“Bullshit!” I scooted to get off the bed.

“Please, Jenny, I’m sorry,” she pleaded, grabbing me around the waist. “I’ll just do what you like from now on. I promise.”

Her hand on the inside of my thigh was warming me up again. The voice in my head was telling me to get the hell out of there and never come back. But I couldn’t muster the strength; I was addicted to her tongue already. Just seconds later it was sending me on another high. An hour later my body was still begging for more.

From then on every day Sheena’s house was empty I was over there. I even let her dry hump me. Hell, I started humping her too. I’d have orgasm after orgasm until I was too sore to continue. Then I’d trudge home and flop on my bed, too exhausted to move. My mother thought I’d contracted Lyme disease.

I just couldn’t get enough of Sheena’s mouth on my pussy. Before long, waiting for her house to be empty was no longer an option. I barged in on her even though her mother was home, with some flimsy excuse about needing help with my homework. Sheena protested of course but I was having none of that.

“You better make it quick then.”

She did her best work with her mother on the other side of the door.

“Jenny, would you like me to make you a sandwich?”

“No thank you, Mrs. Grayson. I can’t stay.” The fear of being discovered intensified every wet stroke. My orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer. Apparently, it had the same effect on Sheena. Before leaving, I lightly stroked her cheek and whispered how good she made me feel; she came on the spot and collapsed in my arms. I left my panties with her, knowing they were in good hands, and smiled all the way home.

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I got greedy. The need for an adrenaline rush pushed me even more than my need for orgasms. I started taking bigger risks. Sometimes, with Mrs. Grayson just feet away in the living room, I’d shove Sheena up against the refrigerator door and press the palm of my hand firmly against her clit.

“How bad do you want me to stay?” I’d demand. “Show me!” On cue, she’d grind against my hand while I urged her on with nasty narration too foul for mixed company. She’d cum so hard that she’d have to bite into my shoulder to muffle her scream.

“Good girl,” I’d purr as she shook and trembled in my arms.

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Then two weeks before the prom everything changed. Sheena was anxious about something. But she knew better than to approach me in public. She did it anyway.

“What are you doing?” I said, looking around nervously.

“Mom knows.”

“Knows what?”

“She knows about us; she has your panties. I looked everywhere.”

“Keep your voice down. What did she say?”

“She didn’t say anything. I think she’s waiting to tell daddy. He’s going to kill me.”

“You’re being paranoid, Sheena. I’ll come by later. If she knows, she’ll send me home. Then you’ll have your answer. I’ve gotta go.”

She had a right to be worried but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what I suspected. Old straight laced and painfully polite Mr. Grayson always gave me the creeps. Now I knew why. The thought of father and daughter jerking off to my pussy was just a little too freaky for me. I was never going to feel comfortable under that roof again. But here was a chance for the ultimate adrenaline rush. I couldn’t pass it up.

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“Hi, sweetie,” Mrs. Grayson said, greeting me cheerfully at the door. Well, that put to rest any fears about her knowing about us.

“Hi, Mrs. Grayson. Is Sheena home? I think I left my notebook here the other day.”

“Come on in, honey. Sheena!” Sheena stepped into the hallway, a little cautiously at first. But when she saw my smile, she knew she was in the clear.

“I can’t find my notebook anywhere, Sheena. I think I might have left it here.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner, Jenny?”

“No thank you, Mrs. Grayson. I’ve got a ton of homework to do.”

As soon as we stepped into Sheena’s room I locked the door.

“No, Jenny, we can’t!”

“Now, Sheena, you know you got me all worked up today with your paranoia. I just need you to take the edge off.”

I walked over to the bed and removed my panties.

“Jenny, my dad is going to be home any minute now!”

Actually, he was due in fifteen minutes. You could set your watch by him. I timed my arrival for just that.

“Then you better hurry,” I replied. I started rubbing myself with my legs spread wide open. I’d never felt so randy.

“Stop, Jenny. This isn’t funny.”

“You see me laughing? Get over here!” She rushed over nervously and dived between my legs. A motivated Sheena was a marvel to behold – maybe she was a little too motivated; I almost came too soon. I grabbed her hair and lifted her head up.

“What?”

“Gimme a minute,” I said panting heavily.

“Come on, Jenny. We have to hurry.”

I released her hair and let her go back to work. God, it felt so good! The more I fought to hold back my orgasm, the more intense the sensations. Finally, car headlights flooded Sheena’s room. The dam burst and I rode Sheena like a bucking bronco. I locked her head between my thighs and rode her through orgasm after orgasm as she fought for release.

She finally broke free and jumped to her feet. “Come on; hurry up,” she implored. I sluggishly pulled myself together and joined her at the door. When she opened it, Mr. Grayson was standing there. She let out a gasp before kissing him on the cheek.

“Hi, daddy.”

He sent me a cold, steely glare.

“Good Evening, Mr. Grayson,” I said with the sweetest smile I could muster before bounding for the front door.

The adrenaline rush was even stronger than I expected. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins; my hearing became very acute to my surroundings as I anxiously listened for Mr. Grayson. There was a chance that he would chase me down for despoiling his little princess. But more than likely he’d just stew in his anger. He couldn’t take a chance on being exposed as a perv. And I was more than willing to shout it from the mountaintop if he every laid a finger on me.

I took in the night sky as a cool breeze caressed my wet pubes. A whiff of my sloppy pussy tickled my nostrils. I had conquered. I was Queen of the Universe.

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Sheena was forbidden to have contact with me after that. I went on to college, got married and now I have two beautiful kids. I’ve never had another lesbian encounter since then. I’m just not attracted to women. I wasn’t even attracted to Sheena. Yet, I’ve never had sex even approaching the intensity since. Does this make sense to you?

It did to Carla, a dominatrix who was present. Her story is next.

 

Thanx, knighthood.