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What A Mess (teens, rom, reluc, 1st, oral)
by Lisa Martin (Address withheld by request)
***
I can't believe I got myself into this situation. What
was I thinking? Was I thinking? My hormones had taken
over my body and mind and I had lost all control. It was
a slippery slope I should never had dared to approach,
but now here I am sliding down and only gaining speed.
All I see ahead is a crash of some sort.
It all started about 9 months ago. No, I'm not pregnant,
thank god. My name is Lisa, I'm seventeen and in my
senior year of high school. Last summer I got a job as a
bus-girl at a fine, family-owned Italian restaurant in
town. My first "real" job outside of babysitting, and
the money was great and the work exhausting. That's
where I met Ryan.
Ryan was one of the cooks. He was also seventeen and had
been working there since he was thirteen. He started as
a dishwasher and learned everything in the kitchen and
was practically one of the family. He was also gorgeous
and everything you could ask for in a guy.
Ryan is a little over six feet tall with strong
shoulders, which seem to broaden further everyday. He
has a great smile, deep blue eyes and an easy, fun
laugh. We lived in the same town, but didn't know one
another because I went to catholic school in the next
town while he went to the local public school.
I quickly found out that he was captain of both the
football and wrestling teams, president of the computer
club and was also on the honor society. What a mix of
interests! I learned that he was hanging out with a
number of girls but wasn't seeing anyone exclusively.
I am no slouch myself. I am secretary of the honor
society and captain of our cheerleading squad. I am
frequently told that I am one of the top 10 best looking
girls at my school and while that may not be true, I
certainly try my best to always dress properly and
probably pay too much attention on how I look. I often
think I am vain, but what's a girl to do?
I've had a few boyfriends, but never had intercourse.
Guys would normally just want to play with my breasts
and tease my hard nipples. I have gotten pretty good at
hand jobs too. I love breathing heavy and whispering
into his ear, occasionally nibbling his lobe, which
usually brings a guy quickly to orgasm. I enjoy how he
explodes in my grip, usually all over the carpet of his
car.
Once in a while oral sex works its way in, but I insist
on receiving before providing. I'm not crazy about
giving head but I don't dislike it either. Guys always
want to cum in my mouth, but that just wasn't going to
happen. Too gross!
While not apparent while at work, I soon learned that
Ryan and I were from different sides of the track. My
father is CFO of a major financial institution and we
lived quite well in an exclusive development in town.
Ryan on the other hand, lived with his mother and older
brother in a rental efficiency apartment. His father was
a carpenter and was killed by a drunk driver with no
insurance when he was eleven.
Ryan and I got along great and we flirted back and
forth. Everyone seem to want us to be together,
especially the owner, an old Italian gentleman who kept
putting us on the spot asking us when we were going to
go out together. "Look at her, she is beautiful! If I
were your age I would have asked her to marry me
already."
"Look at him. Strong. Smart. Handsome. No ugly tattoos
or gay earrings. Why don't you go out with him?" He was
always saying something to us, trying to push us
together. It became a game.
Finally it happened. The fire department carnival was in
town and we all decided to go after work. A bunch of us
went to the carnival, still dressed in our work clothes.
I had on a black skirt and white top. Ryan had on his
chef's uniform of checked pants and white shirt. We went
on some rides and played some games. Ryan won me a large
stuffed tiger, which surprisingly meant a great deal to
me. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I really
wanted Ryan. I had fantasies about him, but that was
nothing unusual, because I would fantasize about a lot
of different guys.
We were on the Ferris wheel together with the large
stuffed tiger between us and he asked me what I was
afraid of and if I thought I needed the protection of
the tiger. I laughed and put it on the other side of me,
which pushed us closer together.
As fate would have it, the ride stopped with us nearly
at the top as they started unloading and loading the
cars for the next ride. We could see over the whole
town. Ryan said that it was very romantic. I turned and
looked into his eyes about to laugh and immediately
noticed his sincerity. I lost all control. I leaned into
him and we kissed passionately as if we had been kissing
each other all our lives.
Our relationship quickly took off. There wasn't a moment
we weren't together. I quickly arranged to have the same
days off as he did. Ryan worked six days a week. First
in the morning from 9 - 12 to prepare the food for the
evening, then he would come back at 4:30 and work till
11:00 p.m. (the kitchen closed at 11:00). My hours were
from 4:30 - 11:00 for the early shift or 6:00 to closing
for the late shift. After work we would go to a midnight
movie somewhere or just hang out and talk at the
restaurant.
On our first day off together, I invited Ryan over to my
house and told him to bring some swim trunks so we could
go swimming in the pool. My mother went shopping at the
mall so I knew she was going to be gone a while. Ryan
came over around 10:30. He couldn't believe the house.
I'm an only child so all the pictures on the wall are of
me in various stages of my life and on different
vacations with my mom and dad.
I showed him around and when he saw the baby grand in
the living room he insisted I play him something. I
played a little Harry Connick, Jr., which he just loved.
After I finished he pulled me into his arms and we
kissed and held each other. I felt him getting hard,
straining against the confines of his khakis. I pulled
away holding his hand and pulled him forward to see the
rest of the house.
He was totally overwhelmed, and I felt a bit guilty,
after all, I grew up like this and I was used to it. I
showed him my parent's master bedroom suite, which he
said was bigger than the apartment he lived in. I showed
him my room and he jumped on the queen-sized bed sending
several pillows flying. He grabbed the remote and turned
on the TV. Then he noticed my computer and telephone.
When he noticed my own private bathroom, he just
flipped. He just couldn't believe I lived like this. I
told him not to get too comfortable, that we were going
swimming.
I brought him downstairs and we went outside. Our
backyard is fantastic, probably better than the house. A
brick patio surrounds the pool. Beautiful landscaping
provides the perfect backdrop. The cabana is off to the
side with a walkway to the tennis court. I showed Ryan
to the cabana and showed him where he could change and
told him that there were soft drinks in the fridge.
I returned to my room and changed into my florescent
yellow string bikini. I had only worn this alone in the
privacy of my backyard to tan. My mother hadn't even
seen it yet. I looked in the full-length mirror, and it
looked great on me, showing off my tan perfectly, but I
was very nervous about wearing it. My nipples hardened
quickly and were clearly visible through the small-
unlined cups. My body was getting more and more excited
and I knew I better get out to the pool right away or
risk displaying an embarrassing wet spot. There was
little I could do about my extended nipples unless I
wanted to pad my bra and that really wasn't an option.
I looked out my upstairs window and saw Ryan in his swim
trunks walking around the pool. He was incredible. His
broad shoulders tapered down to incredible abs. His
entire body was ripped. His arms were beautiful in their
weight and balance. He had on long shorts that hung down
to his knees. You could see the tan lines on his arms
since he didn't seem to sit out in the sun much. My
knees actually felt weak under me. Anticipation flowed
through my body.
I went downstairs and out into the backyard. Ryan saw me
immediately and his jaw literally dropped open. I walked
toward him and he said I looked incredible. I asked him
if he liked my suit and turned slowly around showing off
every curve. He slowly walked up to me and pulled me
into his arms and we kissed. Our flesh was touching
everywhere. I felt totally naked. I could feel my
breasts grinding into him and his rapidly growing penis
was poking back. When we broke for a breath I mentioned
that we should be swimming.
Next thing I knew, Ryan had me up in his arms and was
walking toward the pool. He was incredibly strong; he
actually held my entire body, 102 pounds of it, out over
the pool in his arms. I was kicking saying don't you
dare drop me. After a few seconds of that he walked over
to the steps and started walking down into the pool.
The pool wasn't that cold, but it sure felt that way as
it slowly crept up my body as Ryan continued to walk
down the slope of the pool. I was half laughing and half
squealing and trying to climb up his body to get away
from the inevitable wetness. Then we were both
underwater and immediately acclimated to the
temperature.
Our kissing began again in even greater earnest this
time. Passion overwhelmed us both. The top of my bathing
suit was soon untied and slipped off. Ryan's hands
slowly caressing each breast, the hard nipples being
firmly squeezed between his fingers. My whole body was
on fire and felt weightless in the water.
Ryan turned me around and I could feel his cock laying
in the crevice of my buns. His hands were on each of my
breasts as he continued to kiss my neck and shoulders.
His right hand slowly moved down my body, over my
stomach and into my thin bikini. My breathing was
erratic as I felt his fingers move teasingly around the
lips of my pussy.
He avoided my clit and refused to push even a single
finger into my incredibly excited opening. He nibbled on
my ear, his breath echoing inside my head. Every nerve
ending wanted him to take me to the edge and push me
over.
Ryan's left hand continued to squeeze my nipples, first
one then the other, but now more firmly, just on the
edge of pain. My body was responding by pressing up
against his large cock then rocking forward against his
hand trying to get more and more satisfaction.
Ryan continued to tease me like this for several
minutes. I was on the edge of begging him, but he
finally started gently rubbing my engorged clitoris,
which only pushed me to a higher level. I know I was wet
from standing in the pool, but I would swear I could
also feel my wetness pouring out of me.
Ryan then untied both sides of my bikinis and pulled
them away. I turned around feeling like an absolute
wanton whore and pulled his shorts down his legs. His
cock was absolutely enormous, sticking out like a third
arm at his waist. The head of his cock was bloated and
red as a peach. The shaft looked like marble. The curly
strawberry colored hair was mated to his body.
My hands went to his manly organ as he slowly stepped
out of his trunks under the water. It was at least 2,
maybe even 3 inches longer than any other cock I had
seen. I had only seen seven cocks up until that point,
which were all around the 5 to 6 inch range. Ryan's was
at least eight inches long. It wasn't noticeably thicker
than any of the other ones but it was much, much longer.
Then Ryan picked me up and we kissed hungrily. My legs
went around his body easily holding me up in the water.
I could feel the water slapping against my naked ass.
Ryan's cock was pressed between us, the head rubbing
against my belly. Then Ryan lifted me higher with one
hand under my ass and one hand around my back and I felt
his cock slip down and under me. I was spread wide open
and I felt his fat head at my opening. I knew what was
going to happen next. I wanted it to happen. I needed it
to happen.
I continued our passionate kiss, our tongues eagerly
dancing in each other's mouths. My hands wrapped around
his neck, fingers in his strawberry blonde hair. Ryan
began to release my weight onto his shaft. I could have
easily supported myself with my legs wrapped around his
waist, but I let myself be eased down on him.
The head of his cock sank a bit into me, spreading me
wider. It felt incredible. Then Ryan began to pump his
hips slowly pumping a little bit more into me with each
rock of his body. His cock moved a bit deeper into me
but wouldn't go any further. Ryan then gave a good push
and I felt myself ripped open around the fat head of his
cock. I silently cried out into the crook of his neck
gripping his entire body with my arms and legs. My
entire body was a tightened muscle.
Ryan continued to pump in and out of me, now without any
restraint, pushing more and more of his huge tool into
me. The sharp pain quickly subsided, followed by a
feeling of relief, which seem to spread throughout my
body.
Ryan's rhythmic pumping soon had my body sexually
responding again. Ryan's entire cock was now in me,
pressing against my back wall with each thrust. My pussy
was now totally on fire and I began to orgasm. My
stretched virgin muscles squeezed at his fat cock. Ryan
was behind me as he felt my pussy come spasm. He
exploded inside of me, as we sporadically kissed and
tried to catch our breath.
Then he picked me up, his still fairly hard cock, and
lowered me into the water. Then we both noticed how red
the water around us was. I knew right away what it was,
but Ryan had just figured that I wasn't a virgin. It
only took him a few seconds to deduce what the cause
was. He began apologizing and saying he didn't know and
that I should have told him and that he should have been
more careful and on and on. He figured I was on the pill
since I let him continue, etc, etc.
I told him that everything was okay. That I had wanted
to do it. And that he had been very gentle and that I
just had my period a week before and I was probably
safe. He still felt bad, but we continued to kiss while
churning up the water hoping to disburse as much of my
blood as possible.
*
We continued to have a great time together all summer.
Either we hung out at my house playing tennis and
swimming, or we went to the beach. Ryan was too
embarrassed to show me where he lived. I knew where the
apartments were; I just didn't know his address. Then I
followed him home one night and figured out where he
lived.
I knew Ryan was very popular at school, but we spent
very little if any time with his friends. Usually if we
went out with a group of people it was my girlfriends
from school and their dates. My girlfriends all loved
him. Ryan was a very likable guy who wasn't full of
himself. Some of the guys though always seemed to try
and get one up on him. There was always a rivalry
between our schools which contributed to natural
competition between guys but I also thought there was
something more. Ryan dealt with it well, and seemed to
actually like everyone.
Once school started I wondered what was going to happen.
I was sure more girls than ever were going to be putting
the moves on my guy and I wasn't going to be there to
stop it or even discourage it. I also had no real
friends there to keep an eye on things either. I guess
this was one of my first experiences with trusting
someone and I hadn't really learned that yet.
At school I was having a great time myself. We were now
seniors and we ran the school. To my surprise, I was
voted homecoming queen. Better yet, we were playing
Ryan's high school team for homecoming. I was on the
cheerleading squad at school, so I never got to see Ryan
play football. Finally we would both be able to see each
and he would be able to share in my homecoming queen
role.
Naturally Eric, the quarterback of our football team was
voted homecoming king and we would ride in the float
together. Eric was my best friend, Pricilla's, boyfriend
who gave Ryan a hard time during the summer. Eric was
captain of our football team and Ryan was captain of
his. Ryan played two positions, running back and nose
tackle. I never knew what a nose tackle was until that
summer.
The day came and the parade was fantastic. Ryan was
there for the parade and saw me go by in the float but
had to get back to town and join his team on the bus
back to the game. Tim, one of the other football
players, whom I had gotten quite close with, made a move
on me at the bon fire before the game. I firmly turned
him down which got him quite disappointed. He must have
heard through the grapevine that I had had intercourse
with Ryan and now since we'd had oral sex in the past
thought he now deserved a piece. Tim was good looking,
but I never said he was smart. God only knows how guys
think.
Finally the game was set to start. The cheerleaders
stand right near the football team's bench to do our
cheers. I overheard several of our football players
saying how they were going to take out Ryan during the
game. Tim was certainly leading this, and Eric was
feeding the flame.
I couldn't believe how they were talking about him. They
said how the public school scum was tainting their girls
and should be taught a lesson. I was angry and
embarrassed. The other cheerleaders heard this and knew
they were talking about me and tried to console me.
The game started. When I saw Ryan out on the field all
my worry's left me. He was huge in his uniform, everyone
else looked like little kids. Public won the toss and
chose to receive. The kickoff was returned by a quick,
slippery, little guy to the 45-yard line. The first play
of the game was a hand-off to Ryan who just ran over or
jumped over everyone and ran for a touchdown. The crowd,
which was previously roaring, was now quiet with
disappointment. This was our homecoming game! We aren't
supposed to lose! I of course had mixed feelings.
Actually that isn't true, I was very happy that Ryan ran
for a touchdown on the first play of the game.
The defense came back to the bench moaning as the coach
tried to encourage them and keep them motivated for the
rest of the game.
Ryan was on the kickoff squad and was in on the tackle
at the twenty-five. Eric began with running plays that
swung wide; trying to go around each end. Ryan plays
nose tackle on defense with is just opposite the center,
which hikes the ball to the quarterback.
Paul, who is our center, is as tall as Ryan and probably
twice as heavy. Paul was doing very well against Ryan
keeping him at bay. I've seen many football games but
this time I had a very different perspective. Ryan
looked like a born leader out there as he yelled out
formations to the rest of the team. His enthusiasm,
emotion and command were palpable and energizing.
It was third and long and Eric went back to pass. Ryan
was just too quick for Paul and seemed to easily throw
Paul off balance and penetrate the pocket. I don't know
if Ryan was repaying Eric for all the frustration he
caused during the summer or if Ryan always hits like
that, but Ryan came at Eric like a bull and Eric didn't
have a chance.
I would say that Eric didn't know what hit him but that
wouldn't be true. Eric saw Ryan come flying through the
line and pulled down the ball to protect it. That didn't
help. Ryan hit him with such force I thought both of
them were going to the hospital. Everyone thought that
Ryan's helmet went driving into the ball that Eric
clutched to his chest, because the ball simply shot out
of his arms and into the air about 15 feet and traveled
back nearly 20 yards where Ryan's team recovered the
fumble and ran it in for another touchdown. Ryan simply
rolled off Eric and ran into the end zone to celebrate.
Eric was left flattened on the field. The air had been
knocked out of him and it took him a while to recover.
Needless to say that was just the beginning and it
stayed that way for the rest of the game. The final
score was 59-3 and it was a miracle we didn't lose by
more.
At the end of the game, I started to walk across the
field to see Ryan but as I reached mid-field I saw some
incredibly beautiful blonde jump into his arms and start
kissing him. I immediately turned around and ran back,
grabbed my equipment and ran in tears to my car. I drove
home crying hysterically.
Instead of going inside, I went out to the cabana and
took a six-pack of beer. I sat on one of the lawn chairs
and drank three beers before I knew what had happened. I
took the other three and got back in my car determined
to track Ryan down. I drove to the apartment complex
drinking on my way. I hardly ever drink so I was damn
drunk by now when I arrived. I parked around the corner
with a view of his apartment and waited outside and
finished the last beer.
Twenty minutes later, a car pulls up and Ryan gets out
and goes inside as he waved goodbye to the guy in the
car. I felt good that it wasn't some bimbo slut dropping
him off, but I wondered where his car was.
I got out of the car and felt myself wobble a bit as I
went to his apartment and knocked. Ryan answered the
door. No, no, it wasn't Ryan. It was Ryan's older
brother, Rich, who looked just like him just a little
older and a little more muscular. Ryan had told me about
Rich. Rich was going to a community college and worked
evenings as a cabinetmaker.
As I tried to apologize and leave, he insisted I come
in, he could see I was crying. He was very kind and got
me a towel and I washed my eyes, but I just began crying
again, the alcohol in me not helping my control at all.
Rich put his arm around me on the couch and tried to
comfort me and encouraged me to tell him what was wrong.
I started babbling about how Ryan was making out with
some bimbo at the game and on and on. Rich said Ryan
must be crazy cheating on such a beautiful girl like me.
I don't know what got into me but I just started kissing
Rich and he kissed me right back. We make out like
animals in heat. I told him that I wanted him to take me
right then.
Rich led me the tiny bedroom he shared with his brother.
The two twin beds were less than two feet apart. We
stripped in the darkness and fell into the bed. Rich
worked his way down my body and began eating me out. It
was probably the alcohol that left me without any
inhibitions. I pulled my legs back giving him total
access to my pussy as he pushed his tongue inside me and
licked me all over.
Suddenly I felt Rich push a finger into my ass and I was
gone. An orgasm totally shook me and I just kept cumming
as he continued to pump his finger in and out of my
virgin ass while he lapped at my overflowing pussy. This
lasted several minutes until I pulled away and grabbed
his cock.
His cock seemed to be an exact replica of Ryan's;
equally long and hard. I eagerly fed it into my mouth
and began sucking, pumping several inches in and out
while squeezing the rest of the shaft in my hand. I felt
like a slut and loved it. I did this for several minutes
and felt his prick swell even larger.
I knew he was about to cum and would usually would have
pulled away at this point and let him squirt away as I
pumped every drop out of him, but this time I wanted to
taste it. Why? I'll never know, but I just increased my
tempo and prepared for him to cum.
I could feel him holding back trying to enjoy every
moment, but then suddenly he was groaning and twitching
under me. At first nothing came out, but then all of a
sudden he shot into my mouth, then again, and again. It
was amazing. I felt incredible satisfaction. I continued
to suck and lick at his softening meaty tool.
Afterwards he told me I was incredible and that Ryan was
an absolute maniac for fooling around on someone like
me.
I put my clothes back on as Rich put on some shorts. He
asked me if I would like some ice water or something and
we went out to the kitchen. I was standing in the small
dismal looking apartment and saw a picture of Ryan and
his family taken some time ago sitting on top of the TV.
I picked it up and looked at it. Ryan and Rich had grown
up as handsome as their dad; and their mother was also
beautiful and so petite too. Oh my god! That's the woman
who jumped into Ryan's arms at the game! It was his
mother, not some slut! I dropped the picture on top of
the TV and ran out the door, not even bothering to say
good-bye.
I got into the car and was about to start it up, when I
saw Ryan drive up. Sure enough he and his mother got out
of the car and were walking up to the apartment. I could
hear him say that he really wanted her to meet me and
that he doesn't know where I could have gone but maybe
at the next game.
She then asked him why he doesn't just bring her over
for dinner sometime. I heard the beginning of his answer
as they closed the door; their economic situation
embarrassed him, she was a high-class catholic
schoolgirl. I just sat there and cried for nearly an
hour not knowing what to do. I couldn't believe what I
had done. Now his brother is in there telling him what
an asshole he was for cheating on me, and Ryan had done
nothing.
I didn't know what to do. I was expecting Ryan to come
storming out and to drive to my house and yell at me,
but that never happened. I couldn't believe that I had
just had sex with his brother. I sucked him off better
than I had ever done Ryan. Rich even had his finger deep
in my ass, driving me to even greater pleasure. What was
I going to do? This would certainly get out all over
school and ruin me. Ryan will never talk to me again and
every guy will expect a quickie from the slut Lisa.
*
The next day was a Saturday. I woke up very late with a
tremendous hangover. I took some aspirin, drank nearly a
half-gallon of water and jumped into a very hot and long
shower. I had just gotten out of the shower when my mom
said that Ryan was downstairs waiting for me and that
she had to run out to the post office.
I was a wreck. I began shaking and sweating. I thought I
was going to have a nervous breakdown. I told Ryan I
would be right down. I had just finished putting on my
underwear and the bedroom door opened. Ryan stood there
in the doorway looking at me with a smile on his face.
I was frozen, feeling as naked and ashamed as I could
ever had imagined. Ryan said hello and walked over to me
and gave me a kiss as if nothing had ever happened. It
took several seconds for me to realize what was going on
and respond. I kissed him back. It appeared Ryan knew
nothing of the previous evening. Rich hadn't said
anything. Maybe this could be salvaged. This just had to
be kept a secret.
I gave Ryan a quickie right on my dresser, telling him
my mom would be coming back shortly. I certainly didn't
feel like having sex right then. My head was pounding
and I had an incredibly guilty feeling that made me feel
sick. I wasn't lubricated at all as he began pushing
into me. With only a third of his long cock in he
started pumping and I quickly became wet.
The friction was incredible and maybe it was just the
angle but I kept telling Ryan to go faster and he began
slamming very hard into me shaking the entire room so
that I quickly had an orgasm. As I was cumming I told
Ryan that I wanted him to cum in my mouth that I wanted
to taste him and feel him explode on my tongue.
Seconds later he pulled out of me and I fell to the
floor and shoved the fat head of his cock into my mouth.
I could taste and smell myself all over him, but then
got shot after shot of his cum into my mouth. I pumped
him with one hand and sucked and licked all over. With
my other hand I continued to rub my clit having mini
orgasms throughout. Ryan groaned and groaned as his fat
tool softened in my mouth and became almost too
sensitive for me to touch. Then he pulled up his pants
and went downstairs while I ran to the bathroom to
freshen up and finish getting dressed.
Everything seemed fine for the next several weeks. I
tried to put the whole thing behind me until one day I
got a call at home from Rich. Rich said we had to meet
and talk. I told him that I really wanted to talk to him
too. My parents were going away for a wedding that
weekend and Ryan had an away football game. I told Rich
to meet me at my house and we could talk before I needed
to get to our schools football game.
Rich came over and we sat in the living room. He
couldn't believe how the house looked and mentioned that
Ryan had said it was very nice but hadn't elaborated. I
thanked Rich for not saying anything, and told him how
sorry I was for making such a huge mistake and that we
should always keep this a secret and forget the whole
thing.
Rich gave a slight laugh and said that I shouldn't be
thanking him just yet but did agree that we should keep
it a secret. Then he said, "You know Lisa that Ryan
really loves you. You're all he talks about. He doesn't
think he is worthy of you and is continually trying to
improve himself. Can you believe that? He doesn't think
he is worthy of you!"
He then presented his sick deal. If I would continue to
have sex with him periodically, he wouldn't tell Ryan. I
told him to forget it. That Ryan was his brother, how
could he do that to his brother? He was sick. Rich stood
up and started walking toward the door. He said, "Fine,
have it your way."
I ran and blocked the door. "How can you do this? Why?"
"Lisa. You were great. The sex was incredible. I just
want a little more, that's all. Your secret is safe with
me, but you have to play ball. It's my way or the
highway."
"But that's sick! How can you do it? I just can't!"
Rich said, "Okay, have it your way." Then he pushed me
away from the door, opened it up and took a few steps.
It seemed like seconds turned to minutes and minutes to
hours, then I heard myself say softly, "Okay. Okay, your
way."
Rich turned around with this huge smile on his face and
walked back into the house. He said, "I'd love to see
your room."
We walked upstairs. I was in my cheerleading outfit; my
makeup was all done and I was ready for the game, now
this. Rich walked in and stood in the middle of my
bedroom.
My bedroom is probably over three times as big as the
room he shares with his brother. I knelt down on the
floor and reached up for his fly. Rick stopped me and
told me that we were going to do this right. I
complained that I needed to get to the game. He didn't
care. He had only one thing on his mind. He said,
"Strip."
I began taking off my clothes carefully and draping them
over a chair. Rich stripped off his clothes. He was even
bigger than Ryan. Rich had a huge muscled chest that
tapered in a perfect "V" to a chiseled flat stomach. His
arms were bigger as well with meatier triceps and
biceps. His thighs were thicker and even more defined
than Ryan's and his cock stood out straight pointing
right at me. He was disgusting.
I stood passively, totally naked in front of this
monster disguised as a god, hoping that he wouldn't get
enough satisfaction out of this first forced encounter
to halt any further advances. Rich picked me off the
ground easily and laid me on the bed and crawled between
my legs easily forcing them wider with his hands. Then
he went right at my snatch without the customary teasing
I usually get from Ryan. His aggressive assault was not
appreciated at first, but uncontrollably my pussy began
to flow preparing me for the further attention that was
inevitable.
Rich then pressed a finger slowly into my pussy. I felt
myself tighten against him, and heard a moan that I
realized was my own. Rich continued to pump his fat
finger in and out of my now soaking pussy while
continuing to nibble and lick at my clit and pussy lips.
Then suddenly his finger was pulled out and then the tip
pushed into my ass. I protested at first but he didn't
listen and continued to suck on me just holding the tip
of his finger in my ass.
I don't know what came over me but now I was rocking my
body and actually opening myself hoping Rich would push
more of that finger into me. Finally Rich began pushing
his finger into my ass, which sent my body on fire. I
was now moaning loudly encouraging him to do what ever
he wanted to me. I was his slave.
He swung his body over me and lowered his cock to my
face. His thighs were as thick as my body. I felt tiny
and insignificant under him. His large tool bounced over
my face and I grabbed it and pushed the first few inches
into my mouth. His entire finger was in my ass now and I
was quickly coming to the edge of no return. Rich must
have sensed this because he pulled his finger out of my
ass, practically with a pop and turned around
positioning his long organ at the entrance of my pussy.
He rammed the entire length of it into me in one
forceful thrust literally taking my breath away. He felt
huge. Even though I was very wet, I was not ready for
such an assault. Rich held it there for a few moments
but then started slamming into me hard and fast just
like Ryan had first done to me a few weeks before on my
dresser.
I was a woman possessed. I grabbed my legs and pulled
them back and wider giving him total access, feeling him
go even deeper into me. The head of his cock continued
to rub against something inside me sending shivers up my
spine. Again I was close to orgasm, when he suddenly
pulled out leaving me stretched wide open in front of
him. He told me to flip over.
Ryan had only done me from behind twice. Usually the
angle hurts a bit and it seems he goes in much deeper.
Now I was on my hands and knees waiting for his brother
to bury his tool in me and finally get himself off. Rich
plunged all the way in again with one thrust knocking me
off my hands and onto my face and shoulders my ass high
in the air. Rich slammed away.
I reached under myself and began to rub my clit because
now I just need to get off. Rich was hitting bottom with
each thrust and now began to push his thumb into my ass.
I stopped rubbing my clit and just gripped onto the bed
and screamed into the pillow. I came explosively like
never before and Rich continued to slam into me.
I could feel my tight pussy squeezing his cock and could
feel his finger and penis rubbing up against each other.
Finally he exploded deep inside of me then collapsed
onto the bed next to me.
I was totally a washed with emotion. I was incredibly
satisfied sexually and physically drawn, even bonded, to
this monster; but I was sick and disappointed in myself.
I rose from the bed and went to the bathroom. Rich said,
"Thanks. I'll be seeing you."
When I came out of the bathroom, he was gone.
*
That was the beginning of a torturous few months. Every
two or three weeks, I would meet Rich and have sex. With
each meeting, I became more and more of a slave to him.
He began buying me leather outfits and collars. At one
session, he rented a motel room two towns away and he
tied me to the bed and roughly fucked me the entire
night, pressing a thin vibrator in my ass that would
toss me into orbit. I truly became his slut readily
eating his cum and eagerly submitting to his every
desire. Meanwhile I was having a romantic relationship
with Ryan.
Somehow I became like someone with a split personality.
I would turn on and off the Rich situation and put it
away until I got the next call. I can honestly say I
didn't look forward to Rich's calls, but when he did
call, I certainly no longer dreaded it. And that is what
made it bad in my mind. I should be dreading those
calls.
The final straw came two weeks ago. Rich had me right at
the edge of orgasm, pinching my nipples till they
burned, holding his huge cock deep inside me while
pumping a thin vibrator in and out of my ass. He then
told me that he was now going to fuck me in the ass. I
said, "No way. The vibrator is one thing, no cock,
especially that huge thing." He said, "You have to ask
me to do it. I won't force it. But once I do it, our
deal is off. You are off the hook. I will never tell
Ryan anything and you owe me nothing more."
How could I trust him? I couldn't take his cock in my
ass anyway it was just too big. I heard myself say
softly, "Okay. Your way."
He pulled his cock out of my pussy and the vibrator out
of my ass. He spread Vaseline over his shiny hard cock
and pressed it against my ass. With a firm push, the
head entered me stretching me incredibly wide. I thought
something had torn and I would be going to the hospital
for stitches for my ass. The incredible burning began to
subside and Rich began pumping slowly into me.
I asked him how deep he was and he said about three
inches. I gasped. It felt as if he had nearly the whole
thing inside me. Rich started getting impatient and
began pushing even harder into me. I felt my ass give
way as several more inches pressed deep into me. I could
barely catch my breath. Rich was moaning uncontrollably
and was quickening his pace.
Then I began feeling his balls slapping my pussy as he
slammed into my virgin ass and I knew he was all the way
in. I reached down and tried to touch his balls as he
slammed into me, instead I started rubbing my pussy
quickly bringing myself to multiple orgasms.
Rich felt my contractions and slammed several more times
into my ass and declared that his was cumming and filled
my stretched hole with his cum. He pulled his cock out
of me and I could feel his cum leaking out of me. My ass
was on fire again and extremely sore.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned up. My ass would
live. Rich would never call me again. I found out later
he had begun dating someone very seriously a few weeks
before.
Ryan and I are still together and getting ready to
graduate. We have both gotten full scholarships but they
are to different schools. I love him, but I feel like
there is no way that we could ever last with this big
secret over my head, but I just can't let him go. What a
mess.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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