Higher Learning and Loving: Part 2

Higher Learning and Loving: Part 2

HIGHER LEARNING AND LOVING: PART 2. ADVANCING IN OUR FIELD OF STUDY. BASED ON A POST BY MASTERFUL HUSBAND [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Masterful_Husband/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/HigherLearningAndLoving2.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/HigherLearningAndLoving2.jpg] The rest of the weekend went much the same. Ashley seemed determined to accomplish three things. Master the art of blow jobs. Make me happy. And to make me cum so many times that I'd have nothing left for a year. She let me play with her tits a little when she was going down on my but steadfastly refused anything else. Every time I tried, she would say, "Nope, no classes. No tits. Besides, I think I need to practice some more," and she would pull my shorts off and start sucking my cock again. She never got the entirety of me into her mouth but it wasn't for lack of trying. All told, I came seven times in three days although the last time I had to jerk off to finish. That was actually pretty hot since Ashley kept her mouth close to my cock making little pleading, moaning noises as I got closer and closer. Her tongue dangling out almost identically to that first time. She looked like she genuinely wanted (needed?) my cum in her mouth. By Sunday evening, I was completely drained. We ate dinner at Subway just next to the dorms. It wasn't good but Ashley was still determined to "put some meat on my bones." My roommate had come back so we took our subs up to the TV lounge and ate. When we were finished, we snuggled on the couch. She rubbed her ass seductively up against me as she sat between my legs and watched TV. I nibbled at her ear and whispered, "You're getting me so hard." She leaned her head back and kissed me with a full open mouth kiss and whispered back, "I know. I can feel it jammed into my back." I stared at her. "Girls can feel that?" I asked, probably louder than I should've. "Of course," she said, then laughed again. "You are adorable," she told me then kissed me again and gave her ass another wiggle. Now I had worries about every high school dance I'd ever attended. We made out unashamedly in the TV lounge. It wasn't really that odd actually. Though we were probably a little hotter and heavier than most. I didn't care. I had this gorgeous girl who seemed to really be into me. I was going to make sure that she knew I was into her too. That night, we went back to our own rooms for the first time in two nights. It kind of sucked. We went back to normal during the next week. Which was actually a nice change. As much as I'd enjoyed the blowjobs, I had missed playing with her and watching her feel pleasure. I was really enjoying that particular aspect of our relationship. We both seemed to derive most of our pleasure from seeing the other feel good. It made for some really intense moments. Tuesday afternoon, we were eating lunch and talking about classes. We both had tests coming up and while neither one of us was particularly worried about them, we did have to actually learn the material. We were laying out on the green on a blanket. It was difficult not to be distracted by her beautiful ass as I tried in vain to focus on my math textbook. After about 45 minutes, Ashley leaned into the blanket and with a sigh, breathed in a deep breath. "I love this blanket. It smells exactly like Nick." "You're weird," I told her but on the inside I was smiling. I'd never met anyone like her and was enjoying getting to learn about a whole new type of person. "I'm really stressed out," she said as she stretched. Watching her stretch was pretty fantastic. "No you're not," I told her. I hadn't known her long but the idea of her being stressed about a test was pretty ridiculous. She smirked at me and stuck her tongue out. "Yes; but if I WAS stressed, maybe you could help me relax bank in my room?" she asked with a smile. "You sure? You've done all the studying you're going to do?" Ashley stared at me for a second before leaning into me and giving me a quick kiss. "Nick, I'm not looking for 'relaxation' when I say we should relax in my room," she said and this time I got it. I threw my bags into my backpack, folded the blanket and grabbed her palm all in under 15 seconds. We walked back to the dorms hand-in-hand swaying our arms and grinning from the secret we shared. I pinned her to the elevator wall as we enjoyed the leisurely ride on the Hellevator. We practically ran to her room and threw our stuff on the floor. "So what did you have in mind? A massage?" I asked, reaching for her tits. "Uh huh. That's just going to get me worked up and frustrated. I figured since I've been sucking your cock for a week, you might enjoy returning the favor?" I paused for about one second before I grabbed her and slammed her to the bed. I popped the button off her pants and slipped them down. I was dimly aware that these were the same shiny black pants from the day I met her but that barely registered as I flung them across the room, panties and all. She gasped in surprise and then laughed at my eagerness I dove in with no clue what I was doing. I remembered some guys joking about spelling the alphabet so I tried that and tried to really focus on her movements and noises. At first, I just used my tongue on the opening to her pussy but that didn't seem to do as much for her as when I scraped my tongue along the moist slit above the opening. Every time I went through there, she moaned and arched her back. I wasn't sure what the clitoris was but I knew enough to assume I'd found its general vicinity. Before long, she grabbed my head and clamped her thighs by my ears. She let out a combinations of a squeal and a moan as she came into my mouth. Her already wet opening flooded even more and I got a really good taste of her. I was hooked. And then it hit me. I'd made her cum. I'd made Ashley cum. Me. Eventually, she pushed me away much like I'd pushed her away after my own orgasm. "Too much; Too much" she said. "So was that good?" "Oh yeah; that was great," she said but there was something off. My manly pride was wounded. What had I done wrong? "Oh no; everything you did was great. It's just;" "What. Tell me." I told her. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." "Huh?" "I don't like leaving you all alone down there; focused on me; " "What? Why?" I asked. None of this was making sense. "I like when we do stuff together and we're both enjoying the pleasure." "So you don't like giving me blowjobs?" I asked, kind of afraid of the answer. "Oh no. I LOVE sucking your cock. It's just; I don't like to be the center of attention. I don't want to be the only one getting pleasure. I know that's a little hypocritical of me; " I shrugged, "It's a little odd; " "Are you sure you can handle the one way street," she said as she pulled her shirt over her head. "I mean, it'll be really HARD," she emphasized the last as she reached into my shorts for my cock,"for you to have a girlfriend who wants to ALWAYS make her man happy." Now she was pulling my shorts down and kneeling in front of me. "I know most guys HATE having a devoted," kiss, "girlfriend who just wants to suck their cock," she slipped the head into her mouth before pulling out, "and drinks their cum all the time." She said as she grabbed my ass with both hands and started sliding me down her throat. Ashley seemed determined to take me all the way down her throat. She was getting really close but hadn't quite gotten the last inch yet. Not that I didn't appreciate the effort. In fact, the effort was almost as much of a turn on as the actual act itself. She was pulling me in and out of her mouth faster and faster. I loved looking down at her as she worked hard on my cock. Feeling her pull me in and out of her mouth with increasing speed and urgency. It was hard for me to cum standing up like this. Truthfully, it was hard to cum from just a blowjob in general. My hips were beginning to buck involuntarily and I accidentally caught her by surprise with one thrust. She pulled off of me, choking a little bit and coughed. My hand went to my cock as I asked her, "Are you okay? Sorry about that;" "Don't worry about it. I'm getting better," she smiled up at me. Then she leaned back a little and cupped her tits in her hands, tweaking the nipples slightly. "You weren't going to be able to cum that way anyways right." "Probably not," I said as I stared at her, mesmerized by the way she was playing with her tits. "Do you want to lay down and I can finish you?" A thought crossed my mind and I shook my head, "I want to cum on you." "Really? Why?" "I don't know. It seems hot." She considered that for a moment, staring at my cock as I stroked it slowly. "You want to cum on my tits?" she asked, pushing them up and out at me. I nodded, "Oh yeah." "So you want to cum all over my tits instead of my mouth?" she asked as she tweaked her nipples and stared at me. Something about the way she said that really lit my fire and I could only nod. I started stroking my cock more urgently and less than a minute later I was shooting thick ropes all over her tits. She shuddered when the first ones hit her. A couple of weeks ago, I would have thought it was an orgasm. Now I knew it was just a pleasurable feeling but the fact that it came from my cum touching her chest seemed incredibly erotic to me. I kept stroking my cock, getting as much out of me as I could and planting it on her waiting chest. When I was finished, she seductively swiped a finger through the dripping cum and licked it. "I see you liked that." "Oh yeah," I said again. I knelt down beside her and whispered, "I love you," as I lowered my tongue to her tits and began licking her off. She moaned slightly and said, "I love you, too." We hadn't said it too many times to each other since that first time. It was weird and I think both of us knew it was a little premature. I mean, how could we know something like that fully right? But everything about our relationship seemed so great that it was hard to imagine loving anyone more. I always felt so close to her after we fooled around, it was difficult for me to imagine that two people could be any closer. She reached for a tissue to finish cleaning her chest off, "Back to studying." She aced her first test. Of course. When she told me about it she said, "Yeah, I actually forgot to read one of the chapters but there wasn't anything about it on the test." She was kind of lucky that way. We were sitting in the TV lounge watching something on the University Movie Channel and talking about plans for the weekend. We were sharing a couch and I was trying not to grind too much into her since their were people in the room. I looked down at her legs as they brushed against mine. She had on a typical jean mini-skirt and t-shirt. Her legs looked nice and smooth and I put my hand on the inside of her leg a couple inches above her knee. She looked at my hand, then smiled at me knowingly and whispered, "I like it when you're forward." "You do?" I said as I boldly moved my hand up to her mid thigh where the skirt started. "Uh-huh," we kissed for a minute before remembering their were other people in the room. I was a little embarrassed but if Ashley was she didn't show it. Instead, she hopped up and said, "Let's go to your room." Not one to turn down that offer, I hopped up then walked with her to my side of the dorm. I put my hand in her back pocket. It seemed like a silly thing but I'd always seen guys do that with their girls in high school and wanted to try it. It was sort of awkward but I got to basically grab her ass the whole walk so I was okay with it. If Ashley noticed, she didn't make any acknowledgment We got to my room and I started to kiss her. She kissed me back quickly but then pushed me gently away. She had a seriousness in her eyes that had me wary. "What's wrong?" I asked. "We need to talk," Uh-oh. Those words. I knew where this was going. Why were we breaking up? What had I done wrong? Was there somebody else she liked? Why was this happening? "I'm not breaking up with you," she said. "Oh; well then why lead off a conversation that way? That's like the international code words for 'we're breaking up'," I said. "Yeah. I realized. That's why I followed up with 'I'm not breaking up with you'," she replied, mocking my own air quotes with hers. "Okay; so what are we talking about," "So, you know I love you; or I think I do, right. I mean, you feel the same way. I'm in love but also wary because; well; we're 18." "Yeah. You know I feel the same way. We've talked about this." "And we're here at college. I'm here to learn," she said as she took my hand. "I want to learn about everything. I really like to learn. So I want you to teach me about sex," she said. It was the weirdest, most matter-of-fact statements I'd ever heard. "I'm sorry. What?" "I want you to teach me; all; about; sex," she said, slowing the words out and saying them in a breathy, seductive tone. "Um; you're ready to have sex?" "Oh no. Not even close; I mean all about sexy things. All about fooling around. All of the OTHER things we can do." "But I don't have any experience. Hell, everything I've done past kissing I've done with you." "I know. But I want you to also teach me what you like. How to make you feel as good as possible." "But you do make me feel as good as possible," I told her, still confused. "I know you think that, but I don't think it's true. I think I can make you feel even better. I think I can do all kinds of things to turn you on if you just think about it," she said, then flicked her eyes to the side as she thought of something, "And when I AM ready for actual sex;" she leaned into me, "Actual; fucking," she continued, emphasizing the last word. "I want you to teach me all about that too." My cock was unbelievably hard right now. "So what does that mean? Do I need to buy a book or something?" She grinned and chuckled a bit; Ashley didn't do giggling. "Maybe. I don't know. If you find a good one. Look, one of the great things about college is that I'm in charge of everything. I'm in charge of myself for the first time. But I don't really WANT to be in charge. So in this one area; maybe;" she looked down and, for the first time in awhile, seemed shy and lost for words, "Maybe you could be in charge?" she asked, staring at me. "I want you to be the stereotypical man," her eyes flicked back to mine and she paused with a thought, "No; not a stereotypical man. Be the man that Nick can be. That's what I want." I gulped. I was confused and turned on and bewildered and confused and really just baffled; did I mention confused? Years of sitcoms and TV had prepared me for this moment and I looked around the room for hidden cameras or friends ready to jump out and yell, "Surprise!" There were none of either. "So what would you like me to do?" she asked with less of her usual seductiveness and more of genuine interest. "Um; I don't know; " "Look, I know this is; odd. And I kind of sprung it on you. Let's just ease into it and make sure we talk. I think we're really good at talking, right?" I nodded. "So just talk to me and tell me what you want." "I want to play with your tits," I told her. "Of course," she said with a smile as she pulled her shirt off. "But we haven't had class," I said as her shirt came over her head. She laughed, "I think we're past that. Besides, I told you you're in charge. So if you want to play with my tits then I want to make that happen." She unhooked her bra that fell to the floor and she stood in front of me looking incredible. I moved into her, giving her an impassioned kiss as our tongues sought out each other. Her mouth tasted wet and pure as she sighed into mine. My left hand grabbed her ass and pulled our hips together, grinding lewdly which caused my moan to join her escalating one. My right hand snaked up to her left tit and grabbed it, massaging it in my hand. I broke our kiss and looked into Ashley's eyes. She gave me a little nod of encouragement and smiled demurely. I lowered my lip to her tit and sucked the nipple into my mouth. Ashley gasped and her knees buckled a little bit so we dropped onto the bed with a thump. My fingers worked one tit while my mouth worked the other. Then I'd alternate and switch my mouth to the other tit. I'd learned pretty well what she liked and what she didn't. The cues were pretty clear once she started bucking her hips up. At that point, she was up for anything. I took her left nipple between my fingers and she gasped a little before I even did anything. I liked playing with her anticipation, teasing her. "Do you want me to pinch it?" I asked. "Please," she breathed. I pinched it lightly and she moaned a deep moan. "Harder?" I asked. She nodded slightly, lost in the sensation. "Or twist it?" I asked as I gave it a 90 degree twist. I was rewarded with a grunt from her. "Or pull on it?" "Uh; How do you do that?" she grunted. Her left hand had snaked down into her pants and she was clearly playing with herself. I smiled, enjoying this immensely. "I'm just doing all of the things you've taught me," I told her as I released the nipple and massaged the entire tit. She whimpered slightly but my hand snaked over to her other tit and began circling the nipple, hinting that I was going to repeat the cycle on that one. Her hips bucked and her body shuddered. "No; You're doing all kinds of things you've learned on your own. It feels so much better when you touch me," she said then turned to me and kissed me. I rewarded the kiss with a hard pinch on the other nipple and she fairly screamed in pleasure into my mouth. I enjoyed the feeling of her tongue seeking deep into mine as they wrestled against each other. "Make yourself cum," I said, staring into her eyes. She bit her lip sexily and nodded and her hand sped up in her pants. I snaked one hand behind her head and ran my fingers through her hair, pulling her into me for a kiss. My other hand continued to work along her nipples going back and forth, pinching and pulling them as she got closer. She moaned in both pleasure and frustration. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I just can't cum when you pinch hard like that," "Oh, I'll stop then," I said and started to pull me hand away. "NO!" she fairly shouted as her free hand shot up and grabbed my wrist. "Don't you dare stop; I love it; Give me more," she said, the last with an almost pleading tone. Her hand released my arm and then wiggled down to grasp my iron hard cock. She started stroking me encouragingly as I resumed work on her tits. I grabbed one nipple between my finger and knuckle and twisted it. The gasp that she let out encouraged me to twist more and I took it from 90 degrees to nearly 180 degrees. Her hips came up off the bed as if she was thrusting against some mystery lover. "Please; Please; Please;" she chanted. "Please what?" I asked, unsure of what she needed. "Just please keep doing that. Keep doing anything. So fucking good!" she said and I could see her hand turn into a blur. I released the nipple and attached my lips to it while my hand went straight for the other one. She started coming as I reached it and I pinched it hard between my fingers. She screamed out loud enough that I'm sure anyone in the hallway would know what we were doing. We didn't care at that moment, however. It was the most powerful orgasm I'd seen from her and her spasming body and free hand was making my already hard cock even harder. As she came down from her high, she rolled into me and gave me a ten

Higher Learning and Loving: Part 1

HIGHER LEARNING AND LOVING: PART 1. DWEEBS IN NEED OF REMEDIAL HELP. BASED ON A POST BY MASTERFUL HUSBAND [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Masterful_Husband/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/HigherLearningAndLoving1.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/HigherLearningAndLoving1.jpg] I was super eager to get off to college and away from my parents. But once I was there though, I was intimidated by the size of it all. I'd already met my roommate, a little odd that one, but figured I needed to explore the dorms and meet some other people as well. Somebody downstairs said that there was a TV lounge on the fifth floor so I headed up there in the rickety, slow elevator on the West side of the building. The doors to the TV lounge were thick, heavy stained wood and they opened with a thud. Being the first day, there weren't too many people here yet so I wasn't surprised to find the room quiet. Sun streamed in the two giant windows on my right and left. I noticed the large, oversized comfortable looking chairs with their wooden frames and cheap, red fabric. They somehow looked incredibly inviting. As I scanned the rest of the room, I saw the most attractive sight of the day. Laying flat across one of the couches was a beautiful girl. Woman, I guess I should say. She had long, flowing, dark brown hair and was reading a book while absentmindedly kicking her legs behind her. She wore a skimpy red tank top and a pair of shiny black shorts that accented her fantastic ass and beautiful hourglass shape. It was a testament to the hot Florida sun that she wasn't even close to the most scantily dressed girl I'd seen that day. As I was staring at her ass, I dragged my eyes back to her face and realized she was staring at me with a smirk. She let the book drop and rolled over on her side. The action revealed the luscious swell of her tits. Holy shit she was hot. "Hey, there. I'm Ashley," she said with a smile. In other people I'd met that first day, it had been an empty gesture. Usually just a perfunctory social function. But I couldn't help but feel like her smile was one that indicated genuine warmth. "Hmm.. Hi?; I'm Nick;" I managed to croak out, proud that my voice hadn't cracked along the way. Her eyes scraped up and down the length of my body and she smiled at me again. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the firm nipples poking through the thin tank top. "So you like what you see, big boy?" she asked brazenly. My eyes snapped back to her face and I realized I'd been caught staring at her tits. I didn't know how to answer and my brain simply seized up. "I; uh; hmm.. what? I wasn't staring or anything;" I said, knowing even as I said it that it was an obvious lie. "It's alright if you stare, Nick. Staring never hurt anyone;" she said as she stepped closer. My eyes fixated on her lips. Her tongue just peeking out and tracing along her upper lip didn't help my mindset. Before I could really process my feelings, she smiled and turned. I watched her as she walked away, her full ass swaying back and forth absentmindedly. I rushed back to my room, grateful that my roommate had gone off somewhere, and jerked off the gigantic erection that I had. When I came down from my arousal, I pictured Ashley in my mind, cursing my awkwardness and swore I'd be more eloquent next time. I kept seeing Ashley over the next couple days but never had a chance to really talk to her. She was always with someone. Guys, girls, it didn't matter. She was friendly with everyone. I figured she'd only been friendly with me because that's what she was. A friendly girl. But I was determined not to be awkward again. Not if I got a second chance. A couple of days after our first meeting, I was in the lobby when the door opened. It was the normal mid afternoon rain-shower. Thanks, Florida. In she walked, this time wearing a thin, tight, white T-Shirt and a knee length skirt. She was completely soaked and clinging to some books in front of her that she was desperately trying to keep dry. Her hair was plastered down and she looked beautiful. "Where did that come from?" she asked to nobody in particular as she shook her hair out. "Uh.. Yeah. It's Florida and it's midday," I said and she looked at me quizzically. "So? There weren't any clouds in the sky!" she said, a bit indignant. "Yeah. It doesn't matter. 2pm in the summer isn't exactly white T-shirt weather," I told her with a smirk. Her jaw dropped a little before she looked down and then smiled back. "Come on," she said with a jerk of her head. Was she asking me to follow her? I wasn't going to miss a second opportunity so I hopped up and followed her to the elevator. The game show Hellevator had just come out and the entire dorm had adopted the name for the disturbingly old elevator on the West side of the building. The thing moved so slow that it didn't even feel like it was moving but after a good 90 seconds, we emerged on the 4th floor. So concerned for my life, had I been that I hadn't even noticed that Ashley had dropped the book from in front of her chest and was staring at me again. My eyes flicked down to her chest and the hard nipples poking through the thin shirt and bra before I dragged my vision back up to her beautiful face. When I noticed, she bit her lip in a way that was incredibly hot and then turned and walked out. I followed her, eager to see just a little bit more of her in the soaking wet t-shirt she was wearing. When we got to her dorm room, she unlocked the door and ushered me in. "Alright Mister Florida. What SHOULD I wear at 2pm in the summer?" she said as she gestured towards her closet. I remember being struck by the lack of apparel. When I'd first seen her, I'd thought she seemed really put together and I'd mentally assumed she was some sort of sorority girl / clothes horse. Turns out I'd been entirely wrong about that. She had almost as few articles of clothing as I had. This wasn't a rich girl. This was just a girl who knew how to dress. I looked back at her and took her in. She was standing with her hands on her hips, proudly presenting the tits that she had to know were on display. The shirt was nearly transparent and clinging to her, revealing the white bra underneath. It was obviously not padded and was likewise soaked giving me a perfect preview of what she looked like nude. At least from the waist up. "Well?" she asked, growing impatient and probably a bit cold and uncomfortable. I turned back to the closet, trying to compose myself and tried to subtly adjust the huge erection I was sporting. Looking in the closet, I smiled to myself. "Well this would be fine;" I said as I reached for something on the far right edge. "Yeah. I'm not wearing a bikini just because it's raining; Try again." "Well how about this then?" I said as I pulled the deepest v-neck colored shirt I could see. "Fine," she said as she yanked it from my hand. She turned her back to me, whipped her shirt off, and unclasped her bra. I was really turned on but also really glad she didn't ask for help with the bra. Who knows how long it would have taken me. She threw the shirt on without a bra and turned back to me. "How do I look now?" she asked stretching her arms out and shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "Great," I said with genuine feeling. She really did look good. Great actually. "Thanks. I think so too. Thanks for your help; stud," she said as she traced my chest with her finger and whispered the last word into my ear. Whatever hope I had of downplaying my throbbing erection was gone and it was back in full force. "Now, I've got some studying to do so; off with you!" she said as she pushed me to the door with a smile. I couldn't help but notice that her hands were on my ass as she pushed me out the door. That has to be a good thing; Right? There were lots of beautiful girls I ran into in those first few days but my thoughts always flitted back to Ashley. Her casual confidence. Her ass. Her mischievous smile. Her hot ass. Her look that seemed to pierce right through me and her smoking' hot ass. I probably didn't go two hours without thinking of her most days. Unfortunately, it was a pretty hectic time. As people made new friends the schedules and plans of yesterday changed in a fluid, and often chaotic, manner. And so, I didn't really get to see Ashley until after the first day of class. I was studying my course work, already pretty much deciding these classes were mostly stupid when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I yelled from my bed. In walked Ashley, wearing a short little flouncy skirt and a tight tank top. She looked great. As usual. She sauntered in with two steps and then stopped, looking at me. She had her hands behind her back, holding something. I wanted to know what it was but her motion and swaying made it hard not to stare at her tits or the hard nipples underneath her shirt. "Whatcha reading'?" I laughed. Friends reruns had become kind of a hip thing to watch lately and I was pretty sure she was imitating Rachel from last night's episode.. "My math textbook," I said, trying to imitate David Schwimmer. "What's it about?" she said, doing a great impression of Rachel. Something about her tone of playful bubbleheadedness was really a turn on. I could tell she was flirting with me and I really liked it. "Math" I said with a grin. "What are you hiding behind your back, little girl?" I asked. "Little girl?" she asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. "I dunno. I'm not so good with the flirting. I was trying to sound 'manly'; " "Oh. No. It definitely worked," she said as she sat beside me. I really couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. "I saw you eating a weird sandwich the other day and asked one of your friends about it. I hope I made it right." With that, she pulled a Ziploc bag from behind her and inside was a beautifully made Mac and Cheese sandwich. I pulled it from the bag and noticed that it was even grilled lightly. She'd gone all out.. "Why?" I asked curiously. "Well. When I first saw you, I thought, 'He's adorable. But way too skinny to date.' So I figured I'd better start fattening you up!" She watched me, not grinning in playfulness. I was almost certain this wasn't flirting. I think she was serious. "I'm floored. What a thoughtful gesture." I said but truthfully I was crestfallen. It must have shown on my face, though. She looked at me, then scooted towards me. "Why? Did you want to date me? Or did I make the sandwich wrong?" she asked, looking up at me, our faces inches away. I could feel her breath on me and could see her eyes flicking back and forth between mine. Searching. "The sandwich is perfect," I got out barely breathing. "I said I can't date you. That has nothing to do with kissing," she said and leaned into me. It was my first college kiss, and truthfully, only my third kiss ever. The other two were fumbling amateurish attempts. This one blew my mind. Her lips were soft and sweet. Her tongue was searching and probing. I was more bumbling in my attempts but she guided me masterfully. We kissed for what seemed like 15 minutes though I'm sure it was much shorter. Eventually, I had to take a breath and broke the kiss off. "Wow; That was; wow...," I said. Ashley beamed at me. Her chest was heaving and she said, "Yeah," breathlessly. She looked down at my cock again, just like that first day. This time, her flirty playfulness was gone and what I saw was, I hoped, barely controlled lust. She licked her lips unconsciously and then said, "I better get going. I don't want to take you from your studies." I didn't crack that book for another 30 minutes after she left. We started hanging out a lot more after that. We studied together, which was great for me, and then made out, which was also great for me. That lasted for about a week. The next Monday, I didn't feel like going to class so I just stayed in bed. Ashley's classes ended about 45 minutes before my last one and she'd started coming to my room to study while she waited. So it wasn't really a surprise when she popped in. She saw me in bed, and the look on her face of instant concern was quite touching, "Are you feeling alright?" she asked, sitting next to me. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just skipping class," I said as I leaned up to kiss her. Her look of concern vanished and was replaced by annoyance and maybe even anger. "Skipping class? Why?" "I just didn't feel like going,"; Yup, definitely anger. "Nick, you've got to go to class. It's important." "Why? There's literally nothing in there that I can't learn from the book and most days it's stuff I already know." "But going to class is a good habit that will payoff in the long run," she said. Her anger had mollified swiftly, another trait of hers I liked. "I just don't see a lot in it," I said. I really liked that I could talk to her so honestly. She stopped and thought for a moment. Then, she started unbuttoning her shirt. Unsure of what she was doing, I felt just like I had that first time she flirted with me. Uncertain and scared. "Tell you what. How about for every class you attend each day, you can play with these for 10 minutes?" she said as her shirt, now fully unbuttoned parted to reveal her tits. She pulled the cups of her bra down and stroked the hard nipples with her hands. I watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a little moan. "Did you just cum?" I asked. She stopped immediately and looked at me. There was silence for about 15 seconds before she finally busted out laughing. "Oh you silly boy. No, that wasn't even CLOSE to cumming. I guess you do have a lot to learn." "I guess you'll have to teach me," I said as I reached for her tits. She pulled away before I could touch them. "How many classes have you gone to today?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "None; but; " "Then you don't get any of these, do you?" I paused for about two seconds before jumping up, grabbing my bag and sprinting out the door. If I sprinted the whole way, I'd only be 5 minutes late for my last class. That first night, I only got 10 minutes of time with Ashley's tits. And that was mostly orientation. The real fun and experimentation started the second night. She was incredible. I felt like I was playing an instrument. Her body would shake and convulse. She would moan and beg. It was like playing some sort of symphony orchestra. A very erotic one. I started out just tracing around her nipple and running my finger across it. But with her encouragement I got more and more varied, grabbing her tit, licking the nipple, flicking it. After a couple of nights of that, she begged me to pinch her. That drove her absolutely wild. She asked for it to be harder. So I pinched harder and that seemed like it drove her nuts. She again assured me that she hadn't orgasmed but whatever this non-orgasm thrashing around was seemed about 10x more intense than any fake orgasm I'd seen in porn. I was totally hooked. Unfortunately, Friday came. My roommate had gone on some trip for the weekend. Ashley and I had talked enough for me to know that sex was off the table. At least for now. But I was leaving every session with her incredibly frustrated. Not in an actual frustration kind of way but in a wonderful sexual frustration way that made me actually enjoy the masturbation afterwards. Nevertheless, Ashley had made a couple off-hand comments about sleeping over and I was a bit worried about the perpetual hard on I might have for the next 48 hours. On top of that, I already had learned enough about her that I could fairly easily guess that she was going to stick by the letter of our agreement. And because I had no classes on Saturday (or Sunday; Argh), that probably meant no playtime other than kissing. Friday, after class, Ashley showed up at my door. She was wearing a tight pair of workout shorts and a sports bra. I think she'd just jogged from across campus. Over one shoulder was a backpack which she threw down as she lunged at me, kissing me fully on the lips. My hands instantly went to her ass as I pulled her to me. We'd been apart all of 15 or 16 hours and yet we were kissing as if we'd been starving for each other. As the door shut, I pushed her into the wall more roughly than I intended. She let out a visceral moan directly into my mouth that energized me in a way I'd not known before. I pushed harder, sliding my thigh between her legs which parted instantly. She started sliding herself against me, thrusting in lust. My hands found the bottom of her sports bra, a type of bra I figured I could handle, and pulled it up above her tits. My right hand fell onto her left tit, grabbing it as my head dipped down to suck on her right nipple. It was hard and eager for attention. Finally, I grabbed her and pulled her to the bed, laying her down and towering over her. She looked at me, searching back and forth between my eyes the way she does. Trying to figure something out. I didn't know what she saw but she must have liked it because she let out another moan as she pulled her bra completely off. I was determined to drive her just as nuts as she had been driving me. So I worked on her nipples for the next 40 minutes. I did everything I knew to do and a few things I'd been thinking about. She really went wild when I sucked the hard nub between my teeth, allowing them to scrape along the edge. I also found that pulling and twisting were almost as good as pinching. Really anything seemed to go. In fact, the more I played and the more turned on she got, the more I realized that really anything was good to her once she got past a certain point. Short of causing actual damage, I wasn't sure there was anything I could do to her that she wouldn't register as pleasure. So I experimented freely and she loved every moment of it. When the clock hit 6:10, I stopped instantly. I don't know what I expected to happen. Well, that's not true, I had secret hopes that she'd beg me to fuck her. but those weren't actual real expectations and I had no preparation for that so it was a good thing she didn't. Instead she let out a moan of frustration before turning and saying three words she hadn't said to me yet, "I love you." It was totally unexpected and totally weird. Her tone was one of exasperated frustration completely at odds with the words. And yet, I knew she meant them. She obviously didn't mean to say them which somehow made them even more endearing. They weren't calculated. They weren't filled with secret meaning. I looked at her with a question, "Why?" "You have absolutely NO idea, how much of a turn on it is that you respect my boundaries enough to stop like this. I am 100% certain that I couldn't be like this with 99% of the guys on the planet." I was a bit offended for males in general and I puffed up to defend them. Before I could say anything, "Okay; maybe 90%; Either way, a great many men wouldn't have the self control to do what you just did; " she leaned up into me, her nipples still incredibly hard, "and it has me so wet that my panties would be creamed right now; but I didn't wear any." I swear I nearly came right there. But what was even better was that her hand began tracing its way up my thigh. "You've been absolutely perfect this week and I think it's time you get a reward. You've spent the whole week making me feel good. But there's no more classes until Monday and so we can't play with these any more." Her hands cupped her tits as she held them up to me. Her coquettish look was really hot. "What would you normally do after I leave?" I looked down, embarrassed by the answer. "Would it help if I told you what I do?" I looked at her, curious. "I go back to my room," she said as her hands hooked into her shorts, "Strip out of my clothes," she continued as she pulled her shorts to the floor, "and finger myself until I can't think anymore." She laid back onto her back and slipped her hand between her legs. She then spread her legs revealing the first pussy I'd ever seen. She'd shaved it completely smooth, I guess it felt better to

Aussie Chronicles

A PAIR OF LETTERS FROM LIFE DOWN UNDER. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-2023_202304/The%20Aussie%20Chronicles.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-2023_202304/TheAussieChronicles.jpg] STORY 1:  CAN I HOLD YOUR HAND The guy who had something extra, gives it to her. By Baztrachian [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5215170&page=submissions] My name is Dennis. Growing up on our ranch in Western Australia, I lived a pretty isolated life. Starting at around age twelve, I was bussed into town, and had to adjust to big classrooms, and girls. Some of them were already well developed by the time I hit my, shall we call it, ‘growth spurt’?  I noticed I had a weird effect on girls but more so on women. If they touched my hands they'd act weird and sometimes just get quiet and stare at me. It was weird so I didn't tell my parents but by the time I was thirteen I wore gloves all the time. That way I could do all the normal things everyone else did like shake hands and stuff like that without causing a problem. At first, Folks assumed I had an injury or skin rash. Soon folks thought I had some OCD about germs. Yes, as hard as it was to wear gloves all the time it was even harder not to wear them. You never know how much people touch each other with their hands until you can't do it. Try refusing to shake someone's hands sometime. You'll see. Fortunately for me the hand thing had no effect on my own household members, including my mother & sister. Perhaps it’s a pheromone thing, I don’t know? At a family reunion when I was 14, my female cousins went numb like the girls at school, so after that, I always wore gloves around them. Unless I wanted them to shut up, then it was kind of handy! As I transitioned from middle school to high school, the female reactions to my touch brought on more immediate & expressive sexual attraction. The younger girls were confused by their feelings, the older and sexually active girls weren’t confused at all. They knew they were horny. Granted, I took off the gloves like when I was out with my Boy Scout troop, playing sports at school, and some other social events where there were no women around. Avoiding girls as a practice, made some people think I was gay; so it was a relief when I went off to Perth for Curtin University, where being weird was much more acceptable. But more to the point here, is I wasn't gay. I really did want a girlfriend. In my speech class I met a cute girl named Melody. She was perky, a little offbeat, average in size, and she wore her dark hair in very feminine pixie cut that showed off her sexy neck. Taking a chance, I started to hang out more with Melody and her group of friends from Bunbury, a city further south on Australia’s west coast. One night she came to a rugby game I was in. Afterward, she came down on the field & impulsively leaned in and kissed me on the lips, before going home with her gals. I discovered that I could kiss her and she was just fine, with no odd side effects. A month later, a few of us were in her off-campus apartment after class, for lunch. After eating, the others suddenly left for class, leaving just the two of us. Mel was looking at my gloved hands. She asked why I wore gloves around campus, but not in always? She even saw me at Rugby practice last week without gloves on. I tried brushing it off with a witty joke. I had several rehearsed one-liners ready, for such inquiries. She laughed, then added; “But seriously; why? I tried a tall-tale far-fetched narrative for my next come back. That didn’t deter her persistency either. I paused, then decided to risk it and just explain to her about the gloves and the true impact of my hands, but I think she thought the truth was just an even crazier tale to cover for some Obsessive Cumpulsive thing on my part. "Dennis, do you think it would be okay for me to touch your hands without the gloves? Do you trust me?" It had been a few years since the last time I'd deliberately touched a woman, and that was in another place, hours away from college. Maybe here & now it would be okay? Besides, I was longing to touch her and feel her lovely skin. "Alright, but don't say I didn't tell you what might happen." With that I removed my gloves. "Your hands look so soft! I've never seen a guy with hands as soft as yours..." and that's where her sentence ended. Mel had her hand on mine and now she had that glazed-over look, which I remembered so well. As she sat there staring at me, I took the chance to gently touch her face and then steal a caress of her gorgeous neck. That stirred her up a bit. "Oh, my God; that's amazing!" she finally said. Then her face turned a little red. "What's it like?" I asked her. Hate to admit but I was really curious about it. "It's like riding a roller coaster and getting that feeling you get when it goes over a hill!" She squirmed in her seat. "Oh, that's doing things for me!" Then she got up and strided over to her bathroom. I got up and cleared the table, grabbed my gloves, then sat on the couch. A couple minutes later she came back out, looking calmer. She sat down by me and said; “I thought I might have peed my panties. False alarm; sort of.” She sat back down at the table & looked at me in wonder as the effect started to wear off. "Fuck, Dennis! You weren't lying were you? Oh my God, that must have been a bitch to grow up with that. You poor thing." Her hands impulsively went to mine again, and she touched me before I had a chance to react. Her head dropped back against the backrest, & her jaw went slack. She just seemed to melt into the couch. I let go of her hands and her recovery was a little faster this time. She was definitely experiencing it pretty intensely. She was looking at me like she was starving and I was a bacon cheeseburger. (Yeah, virgin Dennis was stupid enough not to realize that she was sexually aroused.) "Oh, my. I think we need to explore this a little more..." she said as she reached for me again. This time I pulled my hands back and slipped on my gloves. "Mel, I think I'm gonna to the library, and maybe let you get yourself together, okay?" I stood up and left her on her couch. She looked a little confused so I left, to let her recover in private. It was maybe twenty minutes later when she texted me, asking me to come back to her place. I sighed and texted back that I was on my way. I figured if she was okay enough to text me then she was okay, right?  I guess I had some responsibility to make sure she was okay. It was twenty minutes for me to walk back to her place. When she opened the door for me, I caught my breath. The object of my desire was standing before me in a long t-shirt. I immediately noticed her stiff nipples, and concluded that the t-shirt was perhaps the only thing she was wearing. She still had that craving hungry look. She managed to compose herself & politely invite me in, and had me sit on her couch. "I think we need to talk." she said, as she sat down next to me and let her soft boob lean against my horny arm. "Okay,” I said. “About what?" Then she looked me in the eyes and boldly said; "I think you need to fuck me so we can find out what this does." She said this with an impish smile while reaching for down my cock, which was hard. To be honest, I’d been very smitten by Mel since we first met on campus. Hence, it was usually hard when I was around Mel, so this wasn't all that remarkable. What was remarkable was my virgin cock getting its first female attention. I immediately decided that I liked this. Loved this. Quite a lot. "Mel, this is probably going to be a very bad idea. Are you sure you want to do this, because I know I do." She bit her lip and in a very exaggerated nod, said; “God, yes.” Leading me to her bedroom, she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. My shorts came next and I let them drop as I stepped out of my sandals. I was almost naked except for my gloves. Mel pulled her t-shirt over her head, and there she was. In all her feminine glory! She smiled at me and then kissed me lightly on the lips. Her hands went to my gloves. "Mel, I have to tell you something..." She looked a little surprised and she smiled. "Okay, the hand thing wasn't enough? What else? And please don’t tell me you have herpes." "I'm a virgin." She giggled and smiled as she held her hands against her chest, "So am I! Isn't this crazy? I was planning to wait, but now all I can think about is you!" She yanked my arm and tugged me to the bedroom. Then she pulled back the blankets and climbed onto the middle of the waterbed. Patting on the bed she meant for me to join her. My cock jutted out from my body like a diving board. I briefly had an ethical discussion with myself about what I was doing and if it was fair to Mel. I quickly realized that I loved her, I wanted to be with her, and sooner or later we were going to have sex so why not now? Besides, she liked me, right? I went to get on the bed and had one knee on the blankets when she held up her hand. "Gloves. Off. Now." I drew in a breath for the moment of truth and took off my gloves. Being careful not to touch her too soon I got onto the bed next to her and laid on my side. She rolled over to face me, we rocked a bit from the waves. "Touch me." she said. "Where?" She smiled. "Any damn where you want. But do it now." I slowly moved my hand to her breast and then gently palmed it. Her reaction was instant. She sighed as a feeling of arousal and euphoria swept over her. I may have been a virgin but I knew what serious arousal looked like and this was it! Her face was flush, again. The glassy look in her eyes returned, but she held it together better. We kissed and started making out. Her hands were all over me and my hands were all over her. I noticed that her pelvis was rhythmically rocking. I don’t think she knew. It wasn't maybe even two or three minutes when she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. I had no idea what I was doing but my cock certainly knew where it wanted to be and I started pushing and prodding. "Here." she said, as she reached between us and firmly grabbed my rod and guided me until my sensitive tip felt her warm cunt. She moved my cock across her furrow a few times and then suddenly I felt the silky smooth wetness of her treasures. I hesitated and looked into her eyes. "Please." she lusted. I slipped into her glorious heaven. It was snug and tight and shallow, but with a twerk of her hips, she burst open her depths. “Ah, ahah!” she groaned for a moment, her eyes expressing some pain. And then she rocked her hips up and swallowed my full length. It was wet, warm, & snug. And it blew my mind to finally have my cock inside the girl of my dreams. "Oh, Jesus...fuck..." she uttered as I started to fuck her. Her eyes rolled back and then she closed them, panting heavily. She fell limp as my hips rose and fell on hers. I'd love to tell you it went on and on but, you know...virgin. I was new to this, and too soon I felt my cum rising. I think my last wet dream last longer than this. The college health class came back to me at that moment. I briefly thought about stopping. Then looking at Mel, my desire took over and I pressed deep into her and let loose! It felt so great to cum in her. We laid there embracing for a few more minutes as her breathing relaxed. “Look at me, Dennis,” she said. As I looked at her, she started twitching and moaning. Her hips moved to meet mine and I shot out another few squirts of cum. We did this routine again, until my cock and balls were starting to feel a little sore from the effort. When I was done, Mel lay there senseless. She was still twitching and moaning, and now her hands felt her own body. It was amazingly erotic. This thing she was doing went on and on, but then tapered off for several minutes at which point she fell soundly asleep. I got up and turned around to look at the lovely woman who gave herself to me. I looked down at my spent dick. It had a bit of a blood stain at the base. I guess this is what’s referred to as ‘popping her cherry?’ I grabbed my clothes and took a quick rinse in her shower, then got dressed enough to be presentable. Sitting down in her living room I fiddled with my hands and eventually turned on the TV. The sun set in the west. Right around eight o’clock  I heard her stirring. When she came out of the bedroom she had this silly smile on her face. And the t-shirt. Just the t-shirt. I could tell she was still aroused. Anyone would have seen that. "Lover, that was absolutely fucking ah, mazing!" "You're okay?" Really I was concerned for her. I loved her after all. She sat down on the couch next to me and kissed me. "I'm fine. I had no idea that was what sex was supposed to be like. Fuck." Her hand went to my chest. "Dennis, you're like the best psych drug ever invented!" "You've done drugs?" I asked. "Only when I had my wisdom teeth pulled. And this was way the fuck better than that! When your dick touched me it was like the whole world felt at peace and everything was going to be wonderful and then you started fucking me. Damn, that was intense! When you came in me it was like getting injected with a rainbow!" She went on and on about the experience, and as she did it was pretty clear she wanted more. I touched her face and she flushed with arousal; and this time we didn't even make it back to the bed. I fucked her right there on the couch. I lasted a little longer before I felt the unstoppable urge to cum in her. This time she gave a little cry and then fell limp. It took me a little time to calm down and when I did, I picked up Mel and carried her to the bedroom. She was totally passed out and I figured to let her sleep it off so after covering her up I got dressed and headed to my dorm. She called me late the next morning, explaining how she'd slept in and missed her morning classes. She didn't seem to care about it too much, and told me she would make her afternoon classes. But she also insisted I had to come over for dinner. Naturally I spent my time in class thinking about Mel. By the time I made it to her place I was getting hard before I got to her door; with the near certainty that I was going to get laid. When she opened her door for me she radiated sexiness. Her movements were different and she simply appeared more beautiful than before. It harkened to me some classic literature references to ‘the power of a woman’s glamour’, her charms, as another author phrased it. She was a new woman. A viral woman, a woman awakened to seduction and seducing. There was also a resoluteness to her now, and she made clear that she desired me. I knew that most of this was from my condition, the potent effect of my bare hands upon a female prospect. Still, it was getting me laid, right? We made it through dinner and then we managed to talk for a short time. Mel was amazed at herself for what she was doing with me. She said it was totally against her nature and upbringing to have given up her virginity, and to keep risking pregnancy with me; but she couldn't help herself. Twenty minutes later she passed out after I'd filled her cunt again. As she lay there sleeping it off I realized that when she got a dose of my cum it was sedating her, so the little swimmers in my semen would have time to travel upstream into her womb. I looked at the sleeping girl and realized that my cum was doing double duty trying to get her pregnant. When she woke up, she wanted to go again and so did my cock. In due time, she quit school because she didn't care about it anymore. And then the day she told me she was pregnant, the tears were flowing and she was crying...right until I took off my gloves and touched her face. I took her to visit my parents that next weekend; apprehensive of my parents’ reaction. My father spoke first; “Son, this is a huge relief. My health issues require that I stop ranching, or get a lot of help. I was hoping to delay the matter until you finish college, but I was going to ask you to come home and take over the business. If the two of you could settle down here with us, I’ll get the home builders out here, next week. We’d just gotten our first royalty check from the new natural gas wells that were drilled last year. Dad needed a way to reinvest it in the ranch, or he’d have to pay some very high taxes on the windfall. We got married the following month in Mel’s home town. Then my parents threw a big reception at the family ranch a few weeks later. As the baby grew Mel became very calm and tranquil. She definitely had a ‘baby glow’. We'd still fuck and it still had the same effect on her; but even when we weren't fucking she'd still be very Zen-like. I understood it, when the baby was born; and Mel would get a sedated, glazed-over expression whenever little Gary (named after my father), put his hands on her tits and latched on to suckle them. It didn’t sexually arouse her, but it still sent her into a trance-like condition. My boy was going to be a chip off the old block! I nicknamed him ‘Chip’. By Baztrachian [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5215170&page=submissions] for Literotica STORY 2: NEW STEP SIBLINGS IN AUSSIE LOCKDOWN Teens meet in Melbourne for their parents’ wedding, then get left together in locked-down Australia. By Baztrachian [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5215170&page=submissions] When my father told me that he was getting married again I accepted it as good news. He'd been alone and depressed since the divorce and when he met Debbie she clearly brought back his smile and his joy. So of course I was happy for him. It was just after Thanksgiving in 2019 when they decided on getting married the following June. The plan was for four of us to take a family trip together instead of doing the traditional honeymoon vacation. The four of us included my father, Debbie, myself, and my new step-sister, Taylor. The June date was set to coincide with Taylor graduating high school. Taylor was pretty happy about the plan to take a trip to Australia because their drinking laws would allow even a freshly minted eighteen year old to enjoy a visit to a bar. Over the ensuing months I got to know Taylor fairly well and we ended up getting along despite some serious differences. Where I was a devoted outdoorsman who loved hiking, off-road sports, climbing, and working out Taylor was your typical ginger. She was alabaster white and would get sunburned if she was in the sun for much more than a few minutes. She was also nearsighted and she had to wear glasses to see past her arm. She was cute in a dorky sort of way and I had no problem enjoying her company. The news of COVID started up in January but most everyone I knew dismissed it as being an overhyped flu. Granted, we took it more seriously as time went on but we still had plans to visit Australia and we kept to them. The wedding took place the weekend after Taylor's graduation. The next morning was a flurry of activity as we headed off to the airport. There had been a lockdown in Melbourne that May but it ended soon enough that our plans were not affected. It wasn't easy to get into Australia but we did and when we arrived we headed off to the house we'd rented for the vacation. We'd be there three weeks and we'd head home on July 9th just as planned. One thing we quickly discovered is that July is in the depths of winter, for the Aussies. The rental house was pretty amazing. It was in the town of Port Campbell situated on the ocean and that meant I had quite a lot to do every day. I quickly found myself a kayak and spent several of my days exploring the coast and getting in some decent fishing. My father and Debbie had a good time, of course, and Taylor made the best of it staying in the shade and catching up on her books. You know how when you go on vacation you allow yourself to detach from the world and not have much care for the news? Yep, that was our mistake. Living in our little vacation bubble we had no idea that not only had COVID not blown over but it was getting worse. We only got an idea that things were getting serious when my father got a toothache and decided to cut the honeymoon short by a couple days and go home.

Tutoring Tess

TUTORING TESS. Neighbor's daughter seeks out widower next door, to help her with human sexuality lessons. By SilverFoxMullet [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6390497&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/TutoringTess.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/TutoringTess.jpg]  I was folding the last of my laundry, there wasn't much with just myself left in the house. My son Steve, had got married and moved to British Columbia. My wife passed on 2 years ago. Just me now, enjoying a much-too-quiet life. Then the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it, only to find my neighbour's daughter Tess standing on his front porch. I'd watched her grow up next door.  When my son had moved out ten years ago, my wife and I had occasionally babysat little Tess. It had been nice having kids around the house again. Now she'd grown up into an intelligent, pretty young girl. She'd also been devastated when Marie had died. "Oh, Hi, Tess. What can i do for you?" "Hi Mr Brock. I um, I need some help with some, uh, homework. I was hoping you'd be able to help me?" "Okays, I don't know how much help I can really be, but I can try. High school was an awful long time ago for me! Come on in." Tess followed me into the living room and I asked her "Do you want a drink, I've got water, soda pop, juice, or milk." "Water's fine" she said. I poured two glasses and came back, handing her one as she sat there on my sofa. "What's with the outfit, Tess?Are you on the gymnastics team?" "No, I started going with Betty Anderson, to yoga classes. She wanted someone to go with her since she just moved to town and hasn't made many friends. I'm really loving it and I wish I'd started earlier." "Ah, good for you. I've been doing karate since Steve was 10. I still do the kattas and help test the lower belts. It's great for fitness and staying limber, now that I've cross the big 5 Oh. But, how can I help with any homework subjects? My knowledge of high school math is really out of date you know." She was fidgeting and blushing, as she sat there clutching her drink and a textbook. Finally she exhaled and said "Human sexuality" as she held up the book. I blinked at her, nonplussed. What are they teaching kids these days? The only response I could muster was "Um, what?" She set down her book, took a drink, then set her glass on the coffee table. "Mr. Brock…" "Call me Ken, please." ". Ken. I, I want to learn about um, you know, sex. I, my friends, they're all starting to do stuff, to fool around, and I um, I want to learn too but I'm afraid." I sat there looking at her, unable to process what she was saying. She grew more agitated, and blushed even more. Tears welled up and slipped down her cheeks. If I have one weakness, it's a crying woman. I got up and moved to sit beside her and wrapped my arms around her. Tess sobbed and clutched at me, crying into my shoulder. After a few minutes she pulled back, and I let her go. "Will you teach me?" she asked. Oh fuck no, I thought. "That depends on what you want to learn." "I want to learn about sex. I want to learn everything, I want you to teach me." "Oh. How old are you now, Tess?" "I'm sixteen and a half.My birthday is in a month. I'm old enough to learn about this." Oh crap. This is bad. Really, really bad. "You may think you're old enough, but not for me, that's for sure. You're not even an adult in the eyes of the law. I'm sorry Tess, I can't help you with this." Tears started dripping again as she spoke. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you with this. It's just, like, all my friends, they're doing stuff, and I feel left out, I want to, but I'm scared. They all say sex is painful, or uncomfortable, or just, not great. Stuff I've read, and stuff I've watched on the internet, makes it sound like sex should be really good, really fun, but my friends say it's not. I want to learn the right way, so it's good for me." Wow. What the hell are her friends doing? Ah, right, teenage boys. Worse than useless. Maybe I can't do anything with her, but I can help. "Ok, I am not going to teach you, at least not any hands-on lessons, but I will offer you some advice." She straightened up a bit, and wiped her eyes. God she was so beautiful. Very girl-next-door wholesome. The last thing she deserved was some idiot teenage boy humping at her for 30 seconds and then running off to brag about his prowess to his idiot friends. "My first piece of advice is to masturbate." She looked confused now. "You want me to what?" "Masturbate, play with yourself. Look, how will you ever be able to tell your lover what you want and how you want it unless you know yourself? Get comfortable with yourself, learn how to please yourself, learn what makes your orgasms great." She was staring wide eyed at me now, as my words started to sink in. "How do I do that?" she asked. "Look up female masturbation videos. Watch and learn, and practice." "Okay" she said, "What else?" "Buy a toy. Get a marital aid, a dildo, so you can practice feeling what intercourse is like. You can use other things, but it's better and safer to use the right tools for the job. Look up a sex shop or stag shop. I'll even go shopping for you if you want." "Oh, yes, would you, please?" "Certainly. Now, once you are comfortable with your own sexuality, and you find someone you want to be with, make sure you tell them what you like. Don't be afraid to be demanding about what they're doing. They either do it right or you kick them out of bed." She giggled at this, which I thought was incredibly cute. "Don't discount female lovers either. They like sex exactly the way you do. Once you get good at masturbation you'll be able to please another girl quite well." "I don't think I want to do that, I like boys." she said. "You mean 'men;' not 'boys'. That's exactly why your friends are having lousy sex. They're playing with boys." She nodded, so I continued. "Guys like oral sex too. In fact, if you're good at blowjobs you won't have to put up with their inept antics in bed. That's another use for the dildo, to practice oral sex. And if a guy starts to hump your face, if he starts grabbing you and pushing, bite him. You don't have to take that if you don't want it. If it's something you enjoy, then let him play, but otherwise he is there to please you, not the other way around." Tess was smiling now, tears all but forgotten. She hugged me, and said "Thank you. I will follow your advice Mr, uh, . Ken." I picked up her book, flipped through it quickly, and found the section on female anatomy. I showed her the diagram and said "Learn what all your parts are, what they're for, and how they work. This is a good place to start. I'll find you a toy tomorrow and you can stop by to pick it up on Tuesday, OK?" She nodded, saying "Thank you", and repeated herself after hugging me again. Once she'd left I locked the door and went upstairs with a laundry basket. I dropped the basket on the bed and went into my bathroom. I had such a wicked hard-on, I just had to get some relief. The very idea that the literal girl next door wanted me to teach her about sex, had me hard as steel. She might be jailbait but I could still follow my own advice, and masturbate. Of course I didn't last long at all, but I wasn't trying to last. I went shopping for Tess on Monday, picking out a nice realistic looking dildo and a bottle of personal lubricant. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but I chose one that was almost exactly my size. The girl at the checkout looked kind of funny at me, so I smiled and said "Gift for a friend Tess knocked on my door the next afternoon, when she got home from school. We exchanged greetings and I handed her the plain brown paper bag. She wanted to pay me for it but I told her it was a gift. l got a hug in return and she practically scampered next door. I silently wished her luck." It's great to see Tess feeling more confident about her sexuality. I'm still amazed that I'm the one she turned to for help. The thought of this girl using her new toy to explore herself, gave me fodder for my own playtime for the next week. She may not even be 17, but she's unbelievably sexy. Afterwards I only saw her in passing, as usual, and we'd wave and say 'Hi'. She looked happy and cheerful, and I assumed her self-directed lessons were going well, as she hadn't returned for any more advice. Part of me assumed she'd developed a romantic relationship and was handling things just fine. Life went on, I kept busy at work, and did yard maintenance, laundry, and all the usual stuff around the house. I wasn't into playing sports, so I went to the gym a few days a week to keep in shape. My woodworking hobby morphed from a strictly power tool shop to using a lot more hand tools. It was slower paced but I found it a lot more rewarding. Thoughts of Tess faded away. I had my 'internet videos & pics' to keep me occupied when I needed it. I had no interest in pursuing a new love this late in life, so i wasn't dating or putting myself out there. That was more than a year ago. Today I was in the basement shop, planing a cherry table top. It was good physical labour, and I was sweating a bit as I worked. I heard the doorbell, so I set the plane aside and brushed the shavings off my pants. The bell rang again as I hurried up the stairs, yelling "Coming!" I pulled the door open to find Tess standing there smiling at me. "Oh, Hi there, Tess. I haven't seen you around for a while. How've you been?" "Hi . Ken! I just wanted to stop by for a visit, if that's OK?" "Uh, sure, come on in, can I get you a drink or something?" "Water would be fine, thanks." I poured two glasses and brought them to the living room. We sipped and she set her glass down. "So what brings you by today?" I asked. "Same as last time." she said with a demure smile. Last time? Shit, last time she wanted me to 'teach' her about sex. I choked on my drink. "Uh, Last time?" I said faintly. "I'm here for my next lesson. I turned 18 a month ago," She beamed. "And now I want you to finish teaching me about sex." Holy fucking mother of god. She was back, and she was more beautiful than ever. She'd matured more since she was 16, with such a pretty face and solid, slim figure. I could see how nice that figure was, because she wasn't hiding it. The spandex yoga pants and body-hugging leotard top revealed much of her full bosom. The deep scoop neckline plunged below where a bra would have been revealed. Her nipples were hard and elevated. I didn't realize that I hadn't responded to her. "Well? Will you? Please?" she asked. "I've waited two years you know. And I followed all your advice too. I'm ready for the next lesson." "But why me, you're stunningly beautiful, you could have any guy you wanted." "I know. And I want you." She said with resolve. She then kicked off her sandals and stood up. Reaching behind her neck, she undid the tie holding up her hair. It came undone. Then she slipped one shoulder out of her thin stretchy yoga outfit, then the other and her two hands deftly slip the whole workout suit to her ankles slithered to the floor, pooling around her feet. All she had on now was a pair of lacy peach panties God she was perfect. Chestnut hair, falling about her shoulders. High, firm, fully tanned breasts with neat brown areolas and stiff looking nipples; her slender waist flared into nicely curved hips, which continued in a graceful curve down her thighs. Tess stepped towards me, and held out her hand. I reached out and took it. God help me, this was so wrong, but I was literally unable to resist her. She pulled gently and I rose to my feet, stunned by her presence. A tug on my hand was all she had to provide to get me in motion, and I followed her from the living room. She led me to the top of the stairs, hypnotizing me with the sway of her ass; then stopped and asked in a sultry voice "Which way is the bedroom?" "This way" I said, pointing to the right. I continued to follow her, into my room, where she stopped, turned, and stood with her arm wrapped around the tall bedpost at the foot of my queen bed. "Tess…" I croaked in a strained voice. "This is what I wanted back then, when I came to you two years ago. It's still what I want now. You said I was too young. I'm an adult now, and I want this, I want you." "Oh god, Tess. I want to say no, I should say no, I have to say no, but I can't. You're so perfect, so beautiful, so delightful, and I can't tell you no." She smiled, and oh man, she was so stunningly beautiful it made me weak at the knees. Like a fucking goddess. And like a goddess, no mere mortal like me could refuse her. "Make love to me, . Ken." She said, in a low sultry voice. I peeled off my polo shirt and tossed it aside. The rest of my clothing quickly followed, and I stood before her as aroused as I had ever been in my life. Her smile broadened and she laughed lightly, saying "Oh you're perfect! You're just like that wonderful dildo that you gave me to practice on!" I remembered the dildo I bought her years ago, and recalled that that was exactly what I'd picked out for her. I just smiled back at her and gave a little shrug. She laughed again and beckoned me forward. The goddess pulls the strings and the puppet moves to her will. Where did she get such sexual confidence and assertiveness? I took her hand and walked over to the side of the bed, where I sat and guided her onto my lap, and kissed her. She sighed into the kiss, and melted against me. Her skin was so soft, her warm, fragrant body so supple and firm at the same time. We kissed for a while, and I moved my attentions from her lips to her jawline, then to her earlobes, and finally her neck. Tess was cooing and sighing in my arms, her firm breasts and taught nipples pressed to me. I kissed her again, harder, and brought my tongue into it. Hers came back at me to play, and we tasted each other for a while more. When she started to writhe in a subtle manner I knew she was truly aroused, so I moved her over to lie back on the bed. Awestruck, I gazed at her, reddish brown hair fanning out on the bed, firm breasts sitting high on her chest, defying gravity and anatomy alike. I swooped down upon her breasts, stroking, kissing, licking, and fondling her magnificence. Those coos and sighs continued, and she started adding words to her breathless sounds. "Don't touch my nipples yet" she whispered, as she directed me to the valley between her tits. I moved to the undersides of them, and thence to her areolas, as I progressed along my slow, wonderful tour. Finally, with a moan and a push, she led me to the end of this part of our journey. Set in goose-bumped areolas, her swollen, highly sensitive nipples were my last target. I began with gentle licks, then small kisses, on one, then the other, and back. Then it was nibbles, fingers rolling them, sucking them, pressing them, and manipulating her nipples as many ways as I could. She began to writhe beneath me, her words tapering off into moans and gasps. No longer directing me, I played, I explored, I teased and tantalized her. A shudder, followed by a long sighing gasp was the signal she was done with this, and she gently pushed me away. "Oh, . Ken, that was wonderful! Thank you. Now lay back, I want to explore you." I did as she bid, and Tess started touching, stroking, fondling, and kissing her way from my ears to my toes. She didn't spend too long in any one place, and she avoided my cock completely. Little questions, do I like this, or that, and little comments about what she found or liked, interspersed her explorations. She found some ticklish places, and she also found some really arousing places too. Places my wife had never found, places I never suspected I had. By now, there was a puddle of pre-cum on my abdomen, and she shifted her position to inspect me more closely. She lifted my cock and licked the most recent droplet from it. Then she dipped her head down and lapped up that puddle. My stomach muscles flexed and clenched as she tickled me with her agile tongue. She giggled at my 'gut reaction' as she called it. Then the most wondrous sensation hit my rigid cock. Her mouth closed over me, and that agile tongue found a new place to play. My late wife hadn't been much for blowjobs, so this was a rare treat indeed for me. Last time would have been probably 25 years ago. And it didn't stop with her tongue, amazing as it was. My shaft began to disappear into her mouth bit by bit, as she bobbed up and down ever so slowly. I stared stunned and slack-jawed in amazement as Tess worked my cock into her throat. I kept my hands to myself, clutching the duvet, and desperately willed myself not to cum. Alas, this last was in vain, because this goddess continued to pull strings on her mortal puppet. She wanted me to cum, so cum I would, whether I wanted to or not. I groaned and muttered "I'm gonna cum" through gritted teeth. She heeded my warning by humming and pulling back until just my head was in her warm wet mouth. She redoubled her efforts with her tongue, swirling around and around my throbbing manhood. With a whimper I came, shaking and pulsing over and over into her eager mouth. She swallowed my load and kept licking and sucking until I wilted in her mouth. "How was that?" she asked. "Oh god, Tess, that was the best I ever had." She giggled again. "I'm just glad you picked a toy the right size. Practice makes perfect. Although my toy doesn't cum like you do, that was a bit of a surprise. It doesn't taste bad at all, but the texture is weird." As I listened to her words, she made me wonder, and I had to ask. "Was that your first real blowjob?" "Uh huh. First ever. It was good?" "Like I said, best ever. I can't believe that was your first time doing this!" "First time for real, it was always just my toy before now." "Wow." "Now it's your turn to please me" she said, rolling onto her back and tugging my arm. Those strings again, pulling me wither she desired, and this time it was her most private place. I used my hands and forearms, my lips and tongue, to stroke and touch her all over. It was my turn to find her interesting places, her ticklish spots, and make her squirm in anticipation. I touched her face and neck, kissing and stroking, and proceeded to her shoulders and arms. Another chance to play with her lovely breasts was not to be denied either, and I did indeed have her squirming now. I worked my way down her body, making sure to test every place I could for sexual suitability. She directed me to a few places that she liked, and I found some spots she didn't yet know about. She began to get more vocal, calling my name occasionally, giving hints and feedback and directions, interwoven with a progressively louder and more varied series of moans and gasps. I stopped, and rose to preview what I was about to acquire. I softly brushed my fingers all around her panties, and her movements became more erratic, changing from a slow undulation to twitching and shuddering. Slowly, I peeled the bright yellow lace from her hips. I could scent her now, a wonderful mix of the robust and the delicate at the same time. She had a beautiful reddish-brown bush, lush and soft, that led to her sex. I nuzzled her lovely triangle of fur, all the while drawing in her heady aroma. I discarded her panties now, and her legs fell open to my gaze. Beautiful. Exquisite, even. Her lightly furred vulva surrounded a pair of dark-edged lips, glistening with the source of that scent I was enjoying. I pushed her legs farther apart and looked up at her. She smiled back at me and said "Teach me". Fuck. A lick, along her slit, hammered my senses of taste and smell, filling me with her. She was sour and sweet and floral and meaty, with a little saltiness from her sweat. I moaned into her as I plowed her with my tongue again, deeper, harder. More contact, more flavour, more joy! I pulled back and looked for her clit. That little peak in her folds held a secret I wanted to discover. I drove my tongue into her again and licked all the way up to try and find her clitoris. It was there, small, but firm, still buried in those folds, I could feel it. She could too, based on how she squeaked and jumped when I hit the right spot. Her breathing was getting faster, and her thighs were flexing, so I assumed she was very

Confessions of a College Slut: Part 2

CONFESSIONS OF A COLLEGE SLUT: PART 2 LIZA LOVES HER NEW FAMILY Based on a post by DangerHunt69 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6739029&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/ConfessionsofaCollegeSlut2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/ConfessionsOfACollegeSlut2.jpg] BUFFET FOR THREE Now things were a little awkward; two of the five boys had had their penises inside me, and the rest had seen my panty clad ass. Everyone was being super nice to me, and I bet I knew why. The occasional glance at the bulges on my chest or the long look as I walked away, had turned into constant eyes on me. I wore baggy clothes but of course this didn't help in a room full of college boys. Eventually the advances by the boys became more and more blatant until finally one day when I was particularly hungry I blurted out, "Hey, whoever wants to take me out for Hibachi can screw me afterwards." Chester and Hahn jumped at the opportunity, but I wasn't sure how we'd work that out. But never mind the details, I was just happy to get another free meal. “Fine”, I said; “But whoever starts a stupid debate about video games, gets dumped! Got it!” The rest of the room cheered for me, but Chester and Hahn looked whipped by a girl. They took me to a Hibachi place in the suburb of Chester, very fitting. I ordered the most expensive dish they offered, Mako shark, and ate the whole meal in a vicious frenzy. I loved eating and it was like I could shovel mound after mound of food into my mouth without ever getting fat. I'm not sure if it's because I have a high metabolism or just because I'm young, to be honest. Chester and Hahn had a good time too, perhaps in denial at the possibly extremely awkward event that was going to take place afterwards. Hahn's parents were rich and actually had rented him a studio apartment of his own, off-campus. We went there because not only was it the nicest of our places, but he was the only one of us that lived by himself. Once we got there, we all took a few minutes to get ready before I earnestly stripped down and cheekily decided to rub my tits together and wink at the boys. Mama don't like to waste time. I was wearing a new sexy pink lace bra that cost half a fucking fortunate, before I unclasped it in the back and had my titties drop out and then bounce back up like basketballs. Being busty yet perky, had its fun moments to be sure. I, being the ball of originality that I am, told them that now that they've seen mine, that I get to see theirs'. They blushed awkwardly for a second before complying with my request. I sat on the couch and waited for my show to begin. Predictably, both my friends were already erect. And to my surprise Hahn's cock was, regular sized! It was decent, maybe 5 inches compared to Chester's 5 1/2, but he didn't have Chester's wide girth. I then encouraged both of the boys to come take one of my tits in their hands and squeeze. "Nice right? There is enough of me to go around." I said as the two guys sat on each side of me. "Damn Liza, I knew your tits were big but I had no idea they were this big!" Hahn said, astonished. "They're so fucking nice! And look at your adorable nipples! I just wanna" Chester said as he took my left nipple in his mouth and started sucking my tit. "Thanks." I said, losing my composure. I was trying to be a top but it was so abundantly clear I was a submissive bottom. My shyness snatching my tongue, I got up then laid an Anime throw blanket across the chaise portion Hahn's leather couch. It was a long L shape sectional, and nice as fuck. My parents were well off but Hahn's family was fucking loaded. I was on my knees & elbows. Now fully undressed, Chester approached me from behind. Then Hahn came around & stood in front of my head, which was propped up in my hands. He was the perfect height. I opened my mouth wide to receive his cock. His bulbous head brushed my lips apart and then he pushed it into my mouth. I was expecting to be penetrated simultaneously by Chester, so it took me a little by surprise when he slapped my ass hard with his hand. I would have yelped, but my mouth was full of dick. I didn’t want Hahn’s dick bitten by accident, so I had to be careful. Instead, my eyes widened and my body jerked just a little. Hahn took this as encouragement to push further into my mouth, nearing the middle of my throat. Chester slapped me again. I was used to mental punishment, but the physical nature of this had taken me off guard and I have to say, destabilized me a little. Again, I flinched. Hahn pushed deeper, his cock now bottomed out & partly in my throat, but I knew that was all he had left. A third slap, I was getting sore now, and imagined that my ass would be bright red. Hahn stood there, his balls rested against my chin. I was spread eagle, and impaled orally on a cock. I had recently learned that I was a loud moaner, and I definitely vocalized my pleasure the entire time they were tag-teaming me. My ass jiggled each time Chester smacked it. ‘Just fuck me already?’ I finally blurted out. It is hard to communicate when your mouth is full of awesome Asian cock. The last clapping sound was like a starting gun to Hahn, who reinserted & started to face-fuck me. He'd withdraw a couple of inches and then thrust his whole length into me again. He started out slowly at first, but then picked up speed. Chester finally figured it out, and  got positioned behind me, then rammed my cunt to his base. His thick shaft pressed me wide. It was shortly after that something strange happened, I started to feel, at peace. I submitted, letting the pleasure run through me and went with the flow. I knew I wanted to please them, and I felt warm, almost cared for, as I was being double teamed. Sensory overload. I could feel tears form in my eyes and trickle down my forehead and into my hair. But these weren't tears of sadness, but of joy. It felt like, it felt like I had found my family. One of them was using my throat as a sex toy and the other was pounding my cunt. I felt wanted, needed, like I finally belonged somewhere. I began to feel overwhelmed. Focus, Liza. I'm a good girl taking my friends' cocks deep inside me to help them get off, that's all that mattered. Don't let this excruciating emotion spoil the mood. What you are doing for Chester and Hahn is peak selflessness. I can do this, I can overcome my anxiety. I took a few deep breaths in between Hahn's thrusts. It didn't lessen, so I embraced it. I'm a mess, and that's hot. My cunt felt raw. But I was so damn turned on. My friends, yes my friends, were using me like a blow up sex doll. I could feel my juices oozing out of my vagina. Feel my clit throbbing as I opened up my throat to Hahn, and my vagina to Chester. My face was blush red, for the first time in my life: I was hyper-aroused. Tears were now pouring down my face. This was all a little too much. But no sooner than I had come to that realization, I felt a rope of warm cum shoot onto my back, followed by another and another. "Fuck!" Chester announced. More grunts from behind me, then warm drips on my ass cheeks. A deep sigh, then Chester dropped to the couch, beside me. "Your turn, Hahn." He said, slapping my ass one final time before swapping places with my short Asian friend. I took the opportunity to roll over, still on the plush throw blanket, but now on my back, diagonally across the extension of his sectional sofa. And now Hahn knelt and scooped up both my legs. I rested them over each of his shoulders, then he was inside me. I didn't speak. He slid his average member halfway in, it felt so refreshing, and then sunk all five inches of his cock into my cunt. I was sopping wet and took him easily. He started fucking me. It might have been smaller than Chester's dick, but the length and narrower width of Hahn's cock gave me the rest I needed to recover. Chester sat up and began massaging my massive tits. My nipples stood up and said; ‘squeeze me, suck me’. Chester understood the sign language and accommodated in a much gently disposition than the spankings he’d previously gotten his jollies from. In pain from being fucked hard at both ends of my body, I just laid there submitting to them. Hahn would withdraw his dick completely, push his head just barely into me and then immediately thrust forward, giving me all 5 of his inches at once. I gasped. Hahn repeated this over and over, a little harder each time. He pushed again and again, his balls slapping against my ass. I had never taken two dicks in one day. Lust had consumed me. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, it happened. I came hard. Twisting and turning, I felt the orgasm stirring deep in my cock-filled cunt, then rush outwards. It started inside me, then slowly made its way out, eventually covering my entire body in spasming pleasure until I was shaking from overstimulation. I felt warm liquid pouring from my vagina as I spasmed while still being held down. As my violent orgasm continued, I felt the room start spinning. I had cum, and just from penetration, what the fuck? I spent a minute in a panting daze, half awake and half asleep. I had cum so hard that it took a couple minutes for my brain to work again. Hahn withdrew his cock, dripping with my crème. His belly and thighs were dripping wet. He was panting and his spent cock was still bobbing as it slowly deflated. "Hahn, you're soaked. Did I do that to you?" I asked, surprised. Squirting was something I had heard about but never knew that I could actually do. "Yeah! I know, right?" Hahn chuckled in a satisfied, half-drunk demeanor. The throw blanket seemed to have taken the lion's share of my squirting. I gazed up at Hahn. His cock was covered in both my cunt juice and his ejaculate. The head of his cock dripped with cum. "Hahn, you fucking bastard. You weren't supposed to cum in me!" I’d been on the pill for a couple weeks. But unwritten college ethics dictate that a guy always pulls out. "God damn it Hahn, you're not supposed to do that!" Chester reprimanded him. "Sorry, please don't be mad." Hahn pleaded. "Hahn, please, you know that can get a woman pregnant." I warned him. "I know. I got a little carried away. I'll buy you Plan B." I was now sobbing. My throat and cunt had both been used and abused. I wailed, the tears were now a flood. My body shook with emotion. I wasn't handling the overstimulation too well. It felt like my body had just released a ton of pent up stress and now I was all wobbly and unfocused. Hahn felt like shit. He assumed I was devastated by his mistake. No, I had been through a lot, but I'd say it was a pretty positive experience. Chester was a real gentleman and asked me if I was okay, then brought me a glass of water and cuddled up with me. I also reached for Hahn & he got the hint and cuddled up on my other side. It was marvelous, even if my bawling sounded otherwise. After our threesome was over, we all cleaned up the mess and it appeared the leather couch was still fine. Then we watched Community in our undies. Hahn even brought out a bottle of fancy vodka imported from Vladivostok for us to chill out with, as we all sat on his couch half naked, Hahn grabbed us a bigger blanket. After a few episodes I gave them both a final fellatio and we called it a damn good night. Fuck my cunt is sore. INTERLUDE: THE BIG BANG THEORY Have you ever read the Stephen King novel I T? I don't mean watched the movie but actually read the book? Well there's a scene where umm, how to put it? "The Losers" all have sex with the same person to show their "unity" so that they can escape being lost in the sewers. I want to be this person for my friend group. The glue that holds them all together, the cunt that they can take out all of their frustrations on. I've learned that sex is the best way to blow off steam. I want to form a sense of community with me as its focal point. THE GANG BANG My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. Your real family isn't the one you're born into but rather the one you choose for yourself. I have a family now, and I love them. Soon after my first threesome, I found out that Rob (the tall chubby one) was a virgin. He was too shy to admit it, himself but some of the other guys brought it up once to tease him. After I found out this information, I knew I had to do something. He's such a sweet heart, I knew I needed to make his first time special. So, for Halloween I dressed up as his "waifu" Aloy from Horizon (not the race car game, the one with robotic dinosaurs). I even went as far as to dye my hair red and had a special plan in mind. For my costume, I even made a bow out of PVC pipe. Which was a stupid idea cause it looked like ass, but I wanted to make my own rather than just buying one on Etsy. On the last day of October, everyone got together for a big Halloween party. The theme was: character's dressed up as other characters. Rob took this idea and dressed up as Luigi if he were a member of the Akatsuki, while Hahn dressed up as a "Jewish Samurai" wearing a Hasidic beard over a kabuto. Brad dressed up as a, furry? I'm not sure. It was a bear costume with a top hat and monocle. Mike dressed up as Handsome Jack in a Fallout vault suit and Chester dressed up as Zelda dressed up as Link. I, however, broke this theme because that totally would have fucked up my plan. Perhaps I was a slut dressed up as Aloy?  We all drank and drank, and after a few "brewskis" I was sufficiently drunk. It was time. I walked up to Rob, grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. I stripped naked & pulled down his pants, got on my knees and put his massive dick in my mouth to get him hard. I was fucking surprised too, this thing was fucking giant, and he was hiding it from me all this time? Rob might have been stocky but to this day his is still the biggest log I've ever seen, in person. I eventually asked him how big it was, I didn't measure it myself so take this with a grain of salt. We all know men love to lie about their dick sizes. He told me it was fucking nine inches! Insane. After he was hard as a rock, I got off my knees and got my phone out. I had found this website that creates "sex sounds" of celebrities based off their lines in shows and video games while using A I to fill in any gaps to make it sound more natural. I basically started playing an audio file of Aloy moaning and grunting. I then turned around, bent over and stuck my ass out while resting my hands against the wall. "Take me" I told him, laughing out loud. He then got to rail "Aloy" for five whole minutes before cumming all the way up my back and getting a little bit in my hair. My buddy was a virgin no longer. A big dick doesn't necessarily mean a long lasting dick, especially if the guy's a virgin. Although let's be honest, when a guy has a dick that size, you kinda want it to not last too long. I still want to be able to walk tomorrow, laughing my ass off. Eventually, November came and it was around this time I started to grow into my body in a more "womanly" way. I put on my freshman 15, (pounds, that is), and was now curvy rather than thin. Not curvy like fat though, I was more like, Kim Kardashian now. Not fat but sexy with a full figure. I literally know nothing about her except that I've seen her naked, I think everyone has. I even had to google how to spell "Kardashian" while writing this. And I mean it looked really natural with my fucking watermelon tits, so it never really bothered anyone. My tit’s were a smidge bigger because I’m on the pill, but when I told that to the gamer guys, all they said was; “Yeah, nice!” The best part of having five guys trying to get into your pants, is that they are constantly offering you things, to try to buy your favor. To be honest, it was rather low-key, kinda an escapist findom situation. I'd send a weekly topless or ass pic or two in the group chat, occasionally let everyone hit, and in return they'd buy me anything I wanted. That's how ya girl got a custom Animal Crossing for my Nintendo Switch. Also, I never pay for my food when we all go out to eat, and anytime I want a new clothes I just would ask one of the boys to take me shopping. They were all stem majors with scholarships, so money wasn't an item, although usually it was Hahn spending his parents' money that would buy me the most luxurious clothing. And then of course you have the obligatory, yet obvious, sexy underwear that they'd buy me. Wanting to see me in it either right before they fucked me or in the group chat, they'd buy me white cotton, black lace, pink satin, cute little undies with yellow cartoon lemons on them and even some with superheroes (or villains) on them. The most notorious of which was a pair of Harley Quinn ones that Chester had pulled to the side and taken a video of me getting fucked doggy style in; and then sent to the group chat. Boys replied with an eye roll emoji. My favorite lay was still Mike. He was clearly the most experienced of the group. One time when we were screwing, I was wearing these pink tube socks and he was fucking me missionary. My legs were high up in the air and my big titties were bouncing up and down as he pounded into me, I decided to reward him for being my favorite! So right as he was about to cum I told him, "Baby, cum on my face. I want you to cum on my face. I'm such a fucking whore but I'm your whore baby." And he gladly accepted my request by shooting his baby juice all over my face and nose. "Eww! Grab me a towel!" I said with cum in my eyelashes. But not before he got a pic of the artwork he created. Thanksgiving is coming, and I'm a little worried about gaining weight from overeating. My weight is something I've started to think about more and more this past month. Sometimes I can't help but obsess over it. My mother gained a ton of weight after she gave birth to me. I even have an emergency panic weight that if I ever cross, I promised myself I would start going on 5 mile runs every day. I fucked pretty much every day now, one of the guys, sometimes more, would invite me over to their place or we'd go to the bathroom near the gaming lounge and they'd just strip me down and screw me right there. Getting fucked so much, it was hard not to just be lazy and become a total bottom, letting the gang have their way with me and just enjoying the ride, or lack thereof (pun intended but I don't think it was a good one lol.) Speaking of the gaming lounge, we had a giant leather sofa in there now. Chester bought it, and it’s pretty fucking bitchin. And yes, I've been fingered on that sofa, many times. With Thanksgiving, and by extension the end of the year, fast approaching I felt the desire to do something special. A "big bang" to celebrate the friendships we'd made this year right before things got hectic with Thanksgiving, Finals and Christmas Break. Eventually things would finally be back to normal again in mid-January. And what better way to send the school year off, with a big bang then a big giant gang band? He he. The next day after the idea popped into my head, I went to the gaming lounge and gave each of the guys a cute little flier I had made, with the time and date of the "party" wink wink. I didn't want them knowing it was a gang bang, yet. Why ruin the surprise? On the day of the grand event, Sunday, November 22nd, I picked out my outfit very carefully. I wore a mini-skirt with light pink satin panties underneath. They had a cute little bow on the top, perfect for them "unwrapping" their present. A red and white heavy-duty Pokéball pushup-bra and a light blue graphic Tee shirt with a picture of Squirtle on it, which said "I'm a Squirter", and lastly, a pair of big black stripper boots, because I could. As for my cunt, no more bush for me. I've been keeping it short or bald, for the aesthetic as well as to make it easier to eat me out. I'd shaved bald about twice in the last few months I believe; but haven't grown out much more than two weeks of growth. I think it looks better and more attractive when it's shorter. Yes, I know what you're wondering. Okay ladies and gentleman, here's the tea on me being a squirter: Every time it's happened it's been an accident, and sometimes I can feel it happening but only when there's so much liquid it's obvious. It only happens when I'm riding on top. I think it has something to do with a guy's shape or size, but when I move a certain way they hit something deep inside me. I think it's the g-spot or internal part of the clit. To be honest, I don't know what it is; but it