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First Cum

I apologize in advance that this story takes a bit of time to set up. Sometimes the truth is quick, and sometimes the truth takes a while to impart. Thank you for reading.
I experiencing my first kiss during my freshman year of high school. A year later, I touched my first breasts, and wholly another year later I finally got my fingers wet inside a girl. Although an attractive young man, and having lettered in two sports, girls around my age showed very little interest in me. I noticed older women watch me at the gym and when I ran shirtless as part of my daily exercise regimine, but girls my own age all mostly steered clear of me. All that started to change when I met Sarah.
Sarah was a year below me at my high school. When we met at the end of my junior year, she was 15 years old and and I was 17 years old. Sarah was by no means the prettiest girl in school, nor was she the most popular. Sarah hung out with the burners and rockers, and she was quite the party girl…not that she looked it in her preppy best. At five feet and six inches more, her height was quite average. Her curvy hips and 36C chest belied her tender age, as she had the body of a woman 10 years her senior. Her long, straight hair was the definition of strawberry blonde, and framed a very enchanting pair of ice-blue eyes.
Naturally enough, we met at a high school party. We hit it off immediately, and one date later we became an “item”. Despite all her party girl behavior, the strutting around and acting badass, Sarah was really a daddy’s girl at heart. She got excellent grades in mostly honors courses, volunteered her time for sick children and the elderly, and was a virgin not only to sex, but to all of manhood in general, save for a few kisses.
A couple weeks after we met, school wound down for the year and summer break began. I spent every day in the gym and she spent every day selling clothes at the local mall. Every evening I picked Sarah up from work and we would spend the evening together until her curfew tolled and she was due home. Over the course of the next month, our physical interactions had escalated from mere kissing to vigorous manual stimulation, and eventually oral sex. While I learned quickly how to give her an orgasm, she failed to extract so much as a drop of pre-cum from me.
Not much had changed by her sixteenth birthday, at the end of August. She was frustrated because I would never finish for her, and I was even more frustrated because we had agreed that I would quit masturbating until she could push me over the edge. Between you and me, she was doing everything right, I was just impeded by years and years of Catholic School guilt.
Sarah’s father had taken a strong liking to me as soon as he met me. In fact, Sarah’s curfew was extended from 11 PM to midnight, provided she was with me and not her other friends. Sarah’s father invited me to attend Sarah’s surprise birthday dinner, attended by only her family and only a few of her closest friends, including her best friend Becky. While the table was engrossed in various conversations, Sarah leaned in close to me and whispered, “I have to stay at Becky’s house tonight after dinner, but if you go home after we’re done here I’ll call you tonight.”
“OK,” I responded, “But I was rather looking forward to…seeing you tonight.”
“Me too,” Sarah replied, “but Becky and I always spend our birthday nights together, ever since we were little.”
“You cannot break traditions,” I said ending the conversation.
At the end of dinner, a brand new convertable BMW was parked in front of the restaurant with a huge bow on the roof. I was in utter amazement because that car was nicer and more expensive than my mom’s car and my dad’s car combined. All the birthday guests lingered around the car seemingly forever, the men looking under the hood as if any of us knew the first thing about the inner-workings of the German beast, and Sarah repeating, “Oh my God, you guys shouldn’t have!” over and over to her parents. Eventually the gathering dispursed, and Sarah’s last words to me were, “Don’t go out tonight, I really want to call you; I feel like we hardly talked tonight.”
I was not home for twenty minutes before the phone rang; it was Sarah. “Walk outside,” she said.
“Where are you?” I asked.
Sarah started laughing and let me know that her father had included a car phone in her birthday present, and that she was parked outside my parent’s house. I walked outside, greeted Sarah and Becky, and noticed Becky’s boyfriend Rob was in the back seat of the car. “What are you guys up to?” I inquired.
“Just because I spend every birthday night with Becky, but that doesn’t mean you cannot come over for a while too, right?”
I liked her logic. I liked her logic even more when I found out Becky’s parents were out of town. When we got to the Becky’s house, Becky and Rob immediately disappeared to Becky’s room. Sarah led me to the guest bedroom and tackled me onto the bed, pressing her soft, red lips to mine. Sarah broke off the kiss, rolled off of me and stood by the foot of the bed. When I tried to sit up on the edge of the bed, Sarah pushed me back down and waggled a finger toward me.
“LISTEN!” she hissed. “It is my birthday today, right?”
“Um, yeah?”
“So I can do whatever I want, have whatever I want, right?” she demanded.
“What? Um. Sure?” I stammered.
Sarah’s eyes sparkled and she gave a crooked smile. “You are going to cum tonight for me. For my birthday. OK?” Without waiting for a reply she turned her back to me and simply said, “Unzip me.”
My hand was shaking as I reached forward, took hold of her zipper and began to unzip the snug, black dress she was wearing.
As the back of the dress began fell open, I saw the black, lacy fabric of her bra. As I neared the end of the zipper’s length, the fair skin of the small of her back led directly to the firm, smooth cheeks of her sweet sixteen ass. I gasped, and she turned slowly before pushing me back onto the bed.
Sarah moved her arms, and allowed the dress to slip over her breasts, past her ribs, and beyond her flat stomach and tiny belly button. She shifted her womanly hips a bit, and the black fabric collected by her feet on the floor. Gone were most of her locks of her womanhood, and only a landing strip of short hair, slightly darker red than that on her head, remained.
She reached behind her back, and in a moment the bra joined the dress on the floor. Sarah’s pink, quarter sized nipples were hardly darker than the skin of her pale, perky breasts.
Sarah moved her hands to her hips, did a slow 360 degree turn, and then whispered, “Screw the car, the earrings and everything else I got for my birthday this year. There is only one thing I want, and you are the only one who can give it to me.”
As Sarah worked on my belt and my jeans, I practically ripped my shirt getting it over my head. She pulled my jeans and underwear off in one movement, and started kissing from my knees up as she crawled onto the bed. I could tell she meant business tonight because as soon as she could reach, she had the whole of my seven inches in her mouth and throat. She started with long, slow, strokes. From the base she slip her mouth all the way up my lenth to the tip and down again very deliberately. Every so often she would take her mouth completely off of me and use her and leftover saliva to stroke me by hand while dancing her tongue around the head of my shaft or taking my testicles into her mouth for a good tonguing and sucking.
My Catholic guilt was winning. While everything Sarah ws doing felt fabulous, I was nowhere close to cumming for her. At about the one hour point of the best head Sarah had even given me, she completely dropped my cock and straddled my hips with hers. She pushed her wet pussy down on my hardness, leaned forward pushing her chest into mine and delicately ran her lips over the edge of my ear. She began to rock her hips, causing her slick pussy lips to massage my cock and cooed into my ear, “I was wrong. You are not going to cum tonight, you are going to cum twice tonight. As soon as you cum for me once, we’re losing our virginity together.”
Years of Catholic guilt was in a heartbeat replaced by animal aggression. I put my powerful hands on her shoulders and literally propelled her off my body. She almost fell off the bed and rejoined her dress on the floor, but I managed to catch her left wrist in my right hand and steadied her. I moved against Sarah as her feet found the floor, and stood above her with my cock in her face as she knelt on top of her dress. I scooped up most of her long hair in one hand and somewhat roughly pulled it so her head tilted back and exposed her mouth to me. The look on her young, innocent face was priceless.
I forced myself in her mouth and with the one hand still grasping her hair and the other on the back of her neck, I drove myself in and out of her mouth. Thick saliva was running down her chin and she was making the most unlady like grunting noises and slurping sounds as I fucked her face.
I looked down and their were tears rolling out of Sarah’s eyes. “Are…you…alright?” I managed through my thrusts. Her answer was silent, but perfectly clear. She reached between my legs, almost to my asshole, and traced her fingernails to my testicles. Once she found them, she grasped the loose skin of my scrotum and gave a hard tug down. That was all I needed.
I lost control so quickly that I failed to realize I was all the way down her throat when I started shooting my cum. She struggled to get free and did so, coughing so hard that cum was erupting from her mouth as fast as it was still shooting out of me. I was ejaculating so hard that the hot load was not leaving me in spurts, but in a solid stream. Now free of her mouth, I shot four or five more contractions worth of semen on her face, in her hair, her chest and all over the floor, including the black dress she was kneeling on.
Sarah knelt where she was quiet and stunned. I do not think she knew what to say. Sarah pulled her dress out from beneath her knees and started wiping my cum off her face and chest with the look of both pride and surprise simultaneously on her face. With almost fear in her voice she looked at me and sincerely asked, “Does that happen every time?”
We laid down together, and after a time took each other’s virginities gently. We enjoyed the rest of that summer together, and she was relieved to find that not all cumshots were so voluminous or forceful. We went our separate ways after high school, but still keep in touch today as friends. Even though she is married and has children now, and although she will not let me see it, she swears to me that she still has that black dress; and has never washed it.

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Kristen and the Band Room

This story was not written by me. It’s an edited version of an older story on this site (posted 2004-11-16 to be exact). It’s a great story, and credit should go to “mad1,” who was the original author. It’s a relatively quick read (as opposed to my stories!) that I’m sure many would enjoy but couldn’t get past the poor grammar of the original. I edited and reposted it for those interested.

True Story

Patricia part 1

Author: male raised in a rural area with not much to do when growing up, luckily sex was a big part of life in those days.
While of average height and looks I was pretty tanned and toned due to an active outdoors lifestyle.
These stories are true and not embellished but names have been changed as I still know some of the subjects 40 years later …
Patricia
I was going through some old photo’s the other day and came across a pic of Pat in her bikini, probably the only pic of her I have as she hated getting her photo taken but it sure brought back some memories.
I first met Pat when I was about 18 and she was 17 I think, she turned up at my place on the arm of my mate Bazz who was very similar to me in that he was short with a well toned body and a defined six pack from an active lifestyle … also like me the head was a bit rough but unlike me he loved a blue and was always getting in fights and getting in trouble.
Bazz only cared about himself and went through girlfriends like the rest of us went through tissues so it was not unusual for him to introduce a new girl into our little group every week or two.
His method was pretty simple, he asked any type or age of female he came across for a root, most walked away, some hit him, some laughed and got in a conversation with him and some went straight to bed with him.
Funnily enough his main source of sex was middle aged married ladies and his main source of fights was husbands and boyfriends.
Most of the girls he turned up with were scrubbers and all of them dumped him a short time later due to the way he treated them.
Pat was different though, she was a brunette with long hair, a nice rounded shape covered up by demure clothing that matched her quiet personality.
Despite the mid thigh length skirts and roll top jumper she wore she couldn’t hide those large, heavy breasts that swayed slightly with every move and the horizontal stripes of her jumper only served to accentuate that curvy figure.
Pat had a small overbite and a beautiful face but seemed very shy and modest, not at all like the loud lairily dressed ugly fat sheilas he usually managed to score.
Pat had recently moved into the area from England, was living with her older sister and brother in law and worked as an apprentice hairdresser.
We welcomed her into the group and after Bazz and Pat left I turned to the others, I grabbed my package and stated “Fwooaar wouldn’t I love to be coming home to that every night” every single one of my mates totally agreed and we started taking bets on how long it would last with none of us giving Bazz more than a week until he was dumped.
Bazz loved to embarrass her and would quite often slide her dress up at the back as he hugged her giving us a look at her shapely panty covered bum as he winked at us over her shoulder until she would shriek and slap at him while he laughed his head off.
It wasn’t long before she gave up trying to stop him and started wearing nicer knickers instead of the daggy worn ones we were used to seeing.
The weeks turned to months and she was still putting up with his behaviour and he was still rooting anything he could talk into it.
Because it was a country area there was not much to do so we spent a lot of time in my car driving around aimlessly with a car full of teenagers just going here and there during winter and heading to one of the many river swimming holes in summer, Pat had a dark brown bikini that covered everything although it was a really fine material that showed everything, you could just about count her pubes through the thin material and was always the favourite perve amongst the various girls that hung out with us.
Bazz’s latest trick was when we were driving around at night he would be pashing on with Pat in the back seat and would slide his fingers into her in the dark then reach over and wipe his finger across someones top lip while laughing his head off causing deep embarrassment to Pat who I could see in the mirror.
When he tried it on me one night as I was driving instead of yelling ewww like the others always did I grabbed his hand and sucked his finger into my mouth while letting out a low mm mmmmm.
Of course all the other guys yelled Ewww and Bazz was speechless for once but Pat gave me a really curious look instead of her usual embarrassed redness then everyone erupted into laughter except Bazz who yelled at us all “don’t think anyone else is getting a taste of her !! “
Later on as we dropped her off at home Pat whispered “thank you” in my ear “I don’t think he’s going to do that any more”, I just said back “my pleasure … really” and grinned at her.
Over time Pat figured out that if she didn’t react to his embarrassing tricks he would soon lose interest so if she bent over and he pulled her knickers to the side or pushed her knickers in between her lips giving us all a flash she would just wait until he moved his hand then calmly pull her knickers back into place.
We were always getting some new fantasy material from him.
One weekend we decided to drive to the beach for the day and arranged to meet up early Sunday morn for the 3 hour drive.
I picked up Bazz, Russ and Shane then we drove over and picked up Pat and Jenny then headed off into the dawn arriving mid morning.
We had a great day and not long before it was time to leave I noticed Bazz was rooting Pat out in the surf; the other headed back to the car and Bazz finished off and walked out of the surf with Pats bikini bottoms swinging in his hand leaving her out there on a beach full of people.
I walked out and gave her my T shirt which she thanked me profusely for, it was a bit short but covered her enough to hide her pussy from the beach goers and I followed her back to the car to help shield her bare bum peeking out at the back.
As we climbed the dune to the carpark I couldn’t help seeing her pussy from behind noting her pink lips poking through the dark tangled mat of pubes and must have made a bit of a strangled moan because she turned and noticed where my eyes were just as I tripped over a tree root landing on my erection.
I grabbed my pain filled crotch as I lay on the ground and Pat squatted beside me with a look of concern but giving me a close up view of her pussy from the front.
My poor old penis didn’t know whether to go up or down and when Pat noticed where I was staring she turned to the side and said ‘that will teach you for perving” as she giggled softly making me laugh.
At least my erection had disappeared so we made our way back to the car to find Pats Bikini bottoms hanging on the CB aerial, as she reached up to grab them the Tshirt rode up showing off her bare bum to hoots and hollers from Jenny and the guys.
As my T shirt was now wet Pat threw it into the boot after pulling on her bikini and she slid into the centre front seat with Bazz by her side and we headed off into the growing dusk.
An hour or so after dark Pat was nodding off and laid her head down on my lap with her bum on Bazz’s lap and rested her head on her hand which was on my thigh, I was only wearing speedos but my cock was hanging up to the left so the head was only about an inch from her fingers.
Russ Jenny and Shane were leaning against each other asleep in the back seat already so it was all quiet apart from the radio and road noise.
A few minutes later Pat started squirming a bit and I got a whiff of pussy so I looked over and could see by the faint light of the CB that it appeared that Bazz had pushed his fingers in beside her bikini and into her pussy, my cock twitched at the thought and I thought “no … don’t get an erection, don’t get an erection” but as time went on the smell and certain knowledge that he was fingering her right there on the front seat beside me was too much and my cock slowly lengthened and wormed its way under Pats fingers until I was rock hard and throbbing with the knob only an inch from her face, I could actually feel her hot breath on my cock through the thin nylon material of my speedos.
Pat had only made a few squirming movements up to now with no sign of feeling my cock under her hand, I was trying not to move at all but the odd bump was moving my cock and her hand and I was trying very hard to will my cock to go down with no luck.
Luckily Bazz couldn’t see what was happening in my lap.
Bazz was still working away on her pussy and I could now hear the faint squishy noises as his fingers drove in and out relentlessly, Pat was starting to squirm even more and her hand had tightened even more on my cock and thigh taking me close to the edge.
Suddenly Pat started to orgasm griping my cock tightly and turning her head into my thigh to try and quieten her moan which placed her lips on the end of my cock, she jerked back in surprise then a couple of seconds later turned her head again and mouthed my knob as she pushed back on to Bazz’s fingers, I couldn’t take any more and came quietly but strongly into my speedos pushing my sperm through the thin material and into Pats mouth giving her a strained taste of my cum.
Pats orgasm escalated and she was pushing hard onto Bazz’s fingers as she sucked my wetness through my speedos.
As Pats orgasm started to subside Bazz pulled her upright into his lap and quickly pushed his cock up into her sopping wet pussy grunting into his orgasm seconds later Pat twisted round pashing him furiously with Bazz not noticing the taste of my cum in her mouth as she rolled into an even bigger orgasm slamming her pussy down on his cock hard time after time.
As she came down from her peak Pat slapped at him a couple of times calling him all the names under the sun as he laughed at her.
I said out loud “Oh get a room you two, now I’m all horny” Pat turned towards me and winked saying “sorry, He’s such an asshole sometimes”
Bazz grabbed her arm and tried to push her hand into my lap saying “why don’t you give him a hand, the poor bastard hasn’t had a root in 6 months”
He was obviously not pushing very hard as she pulled back her hand easily saying “what do you think I am” while she secretly smiled at me.
Everyone was asleep by the time we arrived home so I woke them all up and dropped them off, Jenny gave me a kiss on the cheek saying thanks, Pat also gave me a kiss on the cheek saying “thanks, I really enjoyed today”, I replied, “yeh I really enjoyed it as well” as I gave her a sly wink.
No more was said about the drive and things went along as normal for several weeks until Bazz had to go to court on another assault charge.
We were hanging out at my place when Bazz walked in and we quizzed him on the details, Bazz told us he was fucking mrs M, Shane said “no way … shes gotta be like 50 … ewww” Bazz just replied with a big grin “the older ones are the best, they are so damn kinky you can do just about anything with em “ He continued on “anyway, I had her bent over the end of the couch fucking her from behind and rubbing her bum hole until I dumped a load in her, she was moaning and pleading to keep going so I picked up one of those 4D battery torches from the side board and stuck the handle end in her cunt and pumped her with that.
She was loving it and told me to stick my finger in her bum so I did that for a while until cunt got sloppy, I turned the torch around and she took the lens end with a bit of work” he said laughing “I got hard again and replace the torch with my dick but now it was like fucking a bucketful of custard so I whacked the torch back in her and straddled it with my legs and then slowly pushed my cock up her arse … she was going apeshit so I clamped the torch between my legs and had both my dick and the torch pumping in and out while she just kept cumming and cumming … next thing Mr M walked in on us, Mrs M screamed and tried to pull away but I was so damn close I held on and kept pumping and just as I let go he reefed me round to face him and I blew a couple of wads down the front of his leg.
His face went bright red and he started laying in to me so I punched the crap out of him and broke a few teeth.”
I noticed Pat had walked back in from the toilet and had heard him talking so I poked Bazz and pointed but he took one quick look and kept talking, Pat just looked really really sad and walked of to my bedroom slamming the door.
Bazz continued “Mrs M was standing there with the damn torch hanging out of her cunt which was bobbing up and down as she yelled at me to leave him alone, it was so funny … but then she rang the cops so I grabbed my pants and took off.
The cops grabbed me down the street and chucked me in overnight … stupid damn slut !!”
Bazz headed in to see Pat and a couple of minutes later I could hear the bedhead hitting the wall … dunno how he can manage to talk her round so bloody quick.
This time he ended up with six months in jail so Pat and I would go down and see him every few weeks; Pat and I hung out together sort of like a couple, going to parties etc with our mates.

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The Competition Team: The Beginning

Inspired by True Events. Based on a true story.
This story isn’t all sex and has some plot line so you can get to know the females I have had sex with. More sex will come later but if you are looking for instantaneous sex and a fast fuck this is not the story. If you want a good story then this is the one. Please comment and rate ! Enjoy! Criticism is welcomed also !
I never would have imagined that my life would have been full of bliss. I remember saying bye and departing with my friends in middle school in eighth grade. We were all so rambunctious as I think back upon it. Summer was a blur of events as my good friend Blake who is very wealthy, and lives in Ben Wallace’s old house here in Virginia, threw a huge party for pre-freshman year. The events at that party will be a story to unfold later.
Moving on, entering my first year of high school, I stood at 5’10 and had a muscular, fit body from years of basketball and football. My light skin is similar to Hip Hop star Drake’s complexion. I have my hair in a mini fro and I’m quite attractive according to girls and my highlight feature is my color changing eyes.
My first of high school was the day my life took a turn for the better. The fact that I previously played sports prior to high school, helped jumpstart my high school career. I was not outstandingly great at football, but I did manage to achieve varsity status. I played Linebacker on defense and although I wasn’t the fastest, I could still finesse through the crowd and sack the quarterback or defend the ball really well. I also played slot receiver on the offensive side. I was glad I made the varsity squad it gained me friends that I would need for future events.
Going through my classes I was elated to find out I had classes with a lot of our schools cheerleaders, JV more than varsity. Our school had some of the best looking cheerleaders as puberty was treating them well. It was treating a few JV cheerleaders in my class really well. A stunning brunette, with glorified tan skin from time spent tanning that summer, and the most beautiful sea blue eyes I have ever seen had walked past me. She had on a low-cut shirt which revealed her C-cup sized breast, but she had a great blossoming little tight ass. I couldn’t have been more happy to walk in behind them and even more happy that they were in my class.
I am an extremely intelligent, but my fatal flaw is that I am incredibly lazy, also with football practice every day I was typically tired. It also did not help that my 1st period teacher who I had every day for an hour, talked like molasses and looked like Crocker from the Fairy Oddparents. Twenty minutes into the class I felt my eyes beginning to droop lower and lower until I eventually gave up the fight and went to sleep. I was woken by a poke on my side. I brushed it off with a low grunt at first, but then it poked me again. Getting up and rubbing my eyes, I look to my right seeing the girl giggling. A little embarrassed, I tried to play it off by tying my shoe. This only caused them to laugh at me more. Giving up I looked at her.
“What do you want?” I asked her in a low tone.
“You are the Jay. The only freshman to make the varsity team right?” the girl with those beautiful blue eyes asked me.
“The one and only, living in the flesh,” I responded with a sly smile as I was kind of feeling like a rising star.
She giggled with excitement. “Hey my name is Ashley Foster, Jacob’s little sister. The school’s varsity football quarterback. He told me about you and how impressed he is by you. I cheer for the Varsity team even though I’m only a freshmen.”
This gave me a feeling of superiority. I was being known and it was only the first day of school. Plus it was by such a cute girl. I could feel my chest beginning to swell with pride. They were cheerleaders too! Everyone loves cheerleaders right? Calming my nerves, I turned back to her.
“I’m glad your brother thinks highly of me…” I pretended to forget her name. She gave me a small saddening look then replaced it with a bright smile.
“Ashley! It’s Ashley!” she exclaimed.
Jackpot I thought to myself. She wants me to notice her. “Yes Ashley!” I said in astonishment. “How could I forget the name of such a beautiful lady?” This got a big smile out of her and I knew I hit the right note.
“Well I was wondering if you wanted to come to the homecoming party that is going to be at my house next month. I know my brother was going to invite you, but this was good chance for me to branch out and get to know you before all the girls try to get you.”
“Girls?” I asked looking puzzled.
“Yeah a lot of the varsity girls have been talking about you when we saw you practice the other game…” she trailed off.
My ears perked at the sound of that and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of excitement building up. Not only did this beautiful brunette want me but so does most of the varsity cheering squad! It couldn’t get much better than that.
“Anyway, can I get your number?” she asked. “To give you directions to my house of course.” She quickly added.
With a sly smile on my face I nodded my head in agreement. I laughed internally knowing full well that she wanted my number for more than just ‘giving me directions’. After 1st period ended, I was on high. I blew through the day in a daze. It wasn’t long until the bell rang and I was headed to the locker room. I was in such a daze that I missed a simple wide open catch. The coach yelled at me and told me to run 10 laps around the field after practice. I even ran the laps with no regrets with a nice broad smile on my face.
After I finished my laps I walked back to the locker room where I took a quick shower and ran into Jacob who had just finished watching some Tom Brady films. He offered to give me a ride home, which I gladly accepted, sending my mom a text that I had a ride home. I told him my address. Walking out to the parking lot, I saw Ashley standing by her brother’s car in her skimpy cheerleading outfit. Her back turned to us which gave me a good view of the wonderful ass. When she heard us walking up, she was prepared to yell at her brother, but when she saw me, she lit up.
“Hey Jay!” she said giving me a quick hug before blushing realizing what she just did. “I didn’t know you were riding with us.” She gave her brother a mean glare.
“It was a last second thing really,” I told her. I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. Coming to her side of the car, I opened the door for her, she smiled and thanked me. Coming back to my side I sat in the back with her. Jacob got in the driver’s seat, started the car and pulled out the lot. Me and Ashley were stealing glances at each other the whole car ride. When one of us wasn’t looking the other would steal a glance. Eventually Jacob let out a loud laugh.
“I knew you were distracted by a girl when you missed the pass earlier, but I didn’t know you’d be distracted to this goblin!” he erupted into more laughter.
“Jake! You asshole! I hate you!” Ashley yelled at her brother which only made him laugh harder.
Trying to clean up the situation I turn to Ashley. “Don’t worry dear, he is only mad because he can’t find a beautiful girl like you for himself. I mean he does look like a goblin himself so I guess he was looking into his rear-view mirror when he said that.” This earned me another one of her stunning smile. She had perfect, straight, white teeth.
“Ouch man. Throwing me under the bus for my sister. Not a smart move. I know someone who isn’t getting the ball our first game Friday.” He said in midst of chuckles.
By the end of the event we had just turned into the driveway of my house. Thanking Jacob for the ride, I exited the car. I was peeking back into the car to say bye to Ashley, before I felt the softest pair of lips meet mine. With a quick, sudden brush of our lips, she yelled bye and pushed me back before I could even react. As if on cue, Jacob began backing out, and I could hear him saying “well that was awfully bold of you” to his sister before she closed the back door.
Once I got inside, I let my mom know I was home then took a long, real good shower as I thought about the event that just transpired. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I felt them as I imagined Ashley’s soft lips on them again. I may act suave and enthusiastic and all, but I had no experience with girls and I was a nervous wreck. My only confidence came from sports. I never had time for girls as I was always busy with sports and school. Walking back to my room, I threw my towel on the bed and changed into some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I heard a buzz and I looked to find my phone had a text from an unknown number.
Picking it up, I opened the message and it was Ashley saying it was her an hey.
Hey I sent back.
Not even 15 seconds later she replied back; Did you really mean it when you said I was beautiful?Of course.Nobody ever said that about me before. In middle school they would just say you have a fat ass or other remarks that I found disrespectful.
I’m sorry to hear that.
Yeah when you said that, I don’t know it made me feel queasy inside and then I kissed you. That was my first kiss ever.
Mines too.
Really?
Yeah.
We ended up texting for most of the night I learned that she was born in Georgia. She only ever had one boyfriend but they broke up because he cheated on her because she wouldn’t have sex with him or kiss him. I learned a lot more interesting facts and it wasn’t until midnight that she ended up going to bed and I fell asleep.
The rest of the month blew by quickly as I was working to balance out school and high school football. I was getting rides home with Jacob which gave me more time to associate with Ashley. We got closer and closer as the days, which turned into weeks, passed on, Homecoming was right around the corner. So was Jacob’s party.
With the day of homecoming finally upon us, the school through a pep rally. They introduced other fall sports, the cheerleaders performed for us, the varsity players were given balloons, and the homecoming prince and princesses were announced. I won Homecoming prince for the freshman class along with Delaney Freeman as the homecoming princess. Another one of the few freshmen that made varsity’s cheering squad.
That night at the game we were beating the opposing school in the first half 14-7. At halftime the Homecoming King and Queen were announced which was Varsity cheering Captain Alana Greeving and our very own, Jacob Foster. The rest of homecoming court walked onto the field following the king and queens lead. I held Delaney’s hand as we marched to the middle of the field, then bow to the crowd. The game didn’t get any better for the opposing team as we finish the game with a whooping score of 42-14.
The team was on high and we all took refreshing showers. We all got dressed into our good clothes, sprayed cologne and got ready for Jacob’s party that was in an hour. I rode with Ashley and Jacob to their big house that was adjacent to Blake’s mansion. The only reason why we weren’t at Blake’s was because Jacob’s parents were out of town for business. We set up decorations for the party and brought out the beverages and snacks.
An hour or so later, people began to trickle in and the house began to get rowdy. Throughout the night people began to drink beer and get drunk. During the party, I ran into Delaney who had changed from her cheerleading outfit into some short shorts that showed her great ass and a low cut shirt that portrayed her at least DD- sized tits. She led me to a secluded living room and we were talking to each other while we sat on the couch and she got up to sit on my lap. Like I said I had little to no experience with females, and when she sat on my lap it sparked my penis. It began to stir, and I know she felt it as she looked at me. Her soft yet firm plush ass had turned me on. She knew it did as she wiggled her butt a couple times that only made it harder.
Before the teasing continued, Ashley came swooping into the living room. Pulling her off of me, she scolded Delaney. “Hey you can’t have him yet I got first dibs.”
“Calm down Ashley. Nothing happened. And anyway didn’t we all agree he was ALWAYS up for grabs no one could have him permanently.” Delaney replied before leaving.
“Damn Bitch. I mean I love her to death but she can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.” She looked at me and noticed my hard-on. She smiled slyly.
“Since you’ve been so good to me, I’ll treat you to a nice present.” She got down on her knees and unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans. Pulling my boxers down, she unleashed my cock. She eyed it with astonishment. “I know I don’t have much credibility, but this thing is HUGE!” I felt my head swell. I always knew my penis was a little more than average. It was 7 and a half inches long. I measured monthly for my own sake. It still qualmed my fear that it might be bigger than other guys in high school.
“I am sorry if I do bad, but this is my first time doing something like this,” she said to me. Looking at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes. With one more stare, she kissed the head of my penis. She kissed it a couple more times before she enveloped it into her mouth. Now like I said I never had much experience with girls, so this felt like heaven to me. She tried going down but the girth of my penis was a a lot so she only got about 3 inches down before she gagged.
She came back up for air, the went back down. This time swirling her tongue as she went down. After a few minutes of this, she began to get better(or I assume she did it all felt amazing) and was bobbing her head up and down and swirling her tongue at the same time. As more time passed, I reached my limit. Not knowing what to do, I tapped her on her head and when she looked up I told her I was close to cumming. Nodding her head, she went back to sucking and licking the head.
I felt my balls beginning to tighten. “I’m cumming!” I told her as she enveloped my head back into her mouth. I released four long streams of cum into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but the rest dribbled out her mouth. She opened her mouth to show me she had it in her mouth before she closed it and swallowed it.
“It’s a little salty, but still very good!” We got up and I pulled up my pants and buttoned them back. We walk back to the living room as Ashley tried to hiddenly wipe the corner of her mouth where some of my cum had still been left. I was on high. I had just experience the most mind-boggling orgasm of my life ever. But nothing could prepare me for what would happen later…

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Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 2

Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 2
If you haven’t read Part I, you should in order to understand how the events in Part 2 happened. This is a true story. Names have been changed.
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At the end of Part I, I said that I had decided on a master plan that would end in Ben finally fulfilling my lusty desires, but unfortunately, it had to be put off because I got the flu that the same weekend we went to the ball game. After I recovered, I tried to put the plan back in action but the person I had in mind to help me with it was on vacation and wouldn’t be back for a couple days.
During this time, I still watched Ben jack off to pictures of the blonde girl on cam but after asking me for my number the third time, he got frustrated and started ignoring my private messages. I was really disappointed that it was over and more than ever wanted to make what I had in mind happen.
When Ashley finally called me to come over, I was psyched. Ashley is my 16 year old cousin from New Jersey. Ben doesn’t know her because she is the daughter of my real dad’s deadbeat brother, Mike. Mike is an asshole, plain and simple. He’s a drunk, and only works when he needs money for booze, or just bothers my dad for cash when he can’t find one, which brings me back to Ashley. Since her dad doesn’t take care of her, she does what she can to make money, and that involves having sex with men, as long as they’re paying. I first found out when I caught her giving Thomas a blow job. I didn’t tell Tom that I saw them, but I told her about it and she admitted that it had been going on for a while. She didn’t own up to the fact that they had sex, but I had a feeling they did. She told me she had done it with other family members of ours for money but she actually liked the male attention. She asked me if I wanted a blow job for $10 but seeing as she had confided in me, I told her I was gay and since then we’ve been really close.
When I called her about my plan, she was really excited. I had $200 in it for her, but she was in from the time I mentioned Ben. His birthday was coming up and this would be the perfect time to spring my trap. I was going to get him the best birthday present a son could get his dad. A young, hot teen with a tight, dick-craving pussy. As long as everything went according to plan, getting him to fuck me would just be a few phases away. I worked out everything with her and I patiently counted down the days until that night.
When his birthday finally came around, we got dressed and went out to dinner. Ashley came along as a friend from New Jersey who was staying in New York, and Ben was happy for her to keep me company as many of his work colleagues joined us at dinner and he was afraid I would be bored. The night was surprisingly fun and made easier by the fact that his friends kept ordering bottles of wine. Ben isn’t much of a drinker so after two glasses he was a little buzzed but by the time we left the restaurant he seemed to sober up a bit. I told him Ashley’s parents would pick her up at our house later in the night after he kept insisting that he wanted to take her home himself. I needed everything to go perfectly from here on out.
When we got home, I sent Ashley upstairs while Ben headed straight for the den and switched on Sportscenter to see the highlights before bed. I helped him take off his shoes and I sat there watching the show with him, happy to buy Ashley some time. After it ended, he switched over the tv and kissed me on the forehead saying he was ready for bed but I stopped him. I told him I had a birthday present for him and went into the kitchen and brought out a gift box and a white plastic bag.
He opened the gift and was pretty pleased with what I had got him. A couple shirts, some ties and cufflinks, and a sharp pair of shoes he had said he liked in a magazine ad. When I saw he was getting ready to leave again, I pulled out what I had in the plastic bag. It was a six pack of beer I had Ashley buy before she came over that day. I didn’t know Ben would have been drinking tonight so it was a last ditch attempt to get him buzzed before the big surprise.
“Where’d you get that?”
“I asked a friend to buy it for me. Well, for you.”
“You bought your old man beer…haha”
“Haha yeah…want one?”
“Nah champ, I’m tired. I’m gonna head to bed”
“Actually, the truth is dad, I’ve been wanting to try it but I didn’t want to do it behind your back. I thought it would be better if we did it together. You know, like a father-son thing.”
“Hmm…let me see one.”
I handed him the beer and he opened one and tasted it. He handed the can to me and opened another for himself. He smiled and knocked his can with mine and took small gulps and let out a loud burp. The beer actually didn’t taste that bad, but I was hoping it would put his buzz over the edge.
“Alright champ, we good now?”
“Oh come on, at least finish it…”
He smiled and drank the rest in one sip. I opened another without asking and handed it to him but he refused. I told him I wanted to challenge him to a drink off to see who could down the entire beer first but he wasn’t budging. Needless to say, I can be very convincing and after a minute or two, we had our drink off which he won by a landslide. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his semi-swollen “beer gut” and tried to jiggle it but it wasn’t doing much. By the time I opened the third and set it down on the coffee table, he was standing up.
“You’re gonna drink me under the table boy. You want a challenge? Help me up these stairs.”
He laughed as I struggled to hold his strain as we walked up the stairs. He wasn’t drunk but he was significantly impaired by all the alcohol and I could feel the butterflies rising as we neared the upstairs corridor. When we got to his room, I opened the door slightly and we both stumbled in, me still balancing him and pushed it close behind me. When he looked up, he seemed a bit stunned into soberness by the sight of Ashley on his bed and to tell you the truth, I was too. Face down, ass up, legs spread apart, wearing the sexiest bra she owned and a short school girl skirt with no underwear, finger in pussy. She looked wet and ready.
“What the fuck”
“Happy birthday dad”
“What?”
“Happy birthday. This is my gift to you.”
“Travis, what the fuck is this?”
“Come on dad, I know you like teen girls. She’s hot ain’t she? And she wants you”
He paused and said he needed to pee and took two steps towards the bathroom, pulling his semi-hard dick out of his zipper but he didn’t take his eyes off Ashley. And right then and there, he started peeing. Right in the middle of the bedroom, on the carpet. Not looking down, just holding his dick and watching Ashley on the bed. His stream of urine was strong and yellow and after he was done, he just stood there, still holding his semi-hard dick, still looking at Ashley playing with her pussy.
I was rock hard at all it. Seeing him in this situation, seeing his dick in real life, seeing him pee right in front of me, I was taking it all in. I needed to step in though and I slowly walked up behind him and undid the last two buttons on his shirt and pulled it off him. Ashley began moaning and calling his name, saying that she wanted him inside of her, and after he looked at me, I nodded and told him to go for it, that it was my present to him.
He walked over and rubbed his hand over her wet pussy and then over his dick and positioned himself and pushed into her. The first phase of my plan was finally happening. He was fucking someone in front of me. He started thrusting small but as she pushed back, he started ramming his dick into her. It was beautiful. He held onto her shoulders and pulled her back repeatedly on his thick cock, only sometimes stopping to wander to her small, perky tits to give them a rough grab and squeeze. I was jacking off so hard by now but trying to stay out of eyesight, hoping not to stir any guilt in him but I couldn’t help but want to see the whole vision. He pulled out and came violently, blowing his hot cum all over her ass and back pulling her hair as shot after shot of cum splattered her body. He unclicked her bra to remove it and flipped her over, sucking her breasts and biting her nipples. I moved up behind him, and as he held himself partly over her, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down and off. He didn’t stop to look at what I was doing and just raised his legs one at a time when it was needed. I tried pulling his boxers down next but it was more difficult because of his posture and the fact that his semi-hard cock was exposed through the front hole. After two failed attempts, he stood directly up, his hands now reaching down to her pussy and I easily removed his boxers and threw them in a corner. Here he was, my dad, my perfect guy, standing completely naked, with his cock dripping cum, sweaty, horny and ready to plow teenage pussy.
He turned around and smiled at me and asked me to go to his underwear drawer and grab a bottle of lube. I felt so weird with him looking at me with my dick in my hand but relieved that it was done and that things would be much hotter now. I got the lube and handed it over to him. He squeezed it onto his dick, making sure he was slippery and then took a little and rubbed in nicely onto Ashley’s pussy. He called me over and held the tip of my dick and squeezed lube up and down it, and gave it a one over rub. I’m surprised I didn’t bust then and there.
“Now that’ll make it feel much better. Come here. You want to fuck your friend?”
“Nah dad, she’s all yours. It’s your birthday. Get some.”
He smiled and turned back to Ashley who was rubbing her pussy. She seemed so horny and hot for dad, and I couldn’t blame her. He was a god. He spread her legs wide open and guided his thick cock into her gaping pussy. It seemed that he was now getting deeper than before with this new position and Ashley started screaming loudly from all the pleasure. By the time, he started thrusting all the inches into her pussy, she was going crazy and he let her feet go and lay directly on top of her, using one hand to muffle screams while using the other hand to squeeze and suck her tits while his cock pumped in and out of her pussy. His ass showed how much he was fucking, tightening and exhaling with ever pump. It was the most glorious image I had ever seen and to this day, after everything that has happened, I can still remember it as clear as day.
He kept diving into her harder and faster for about ten minutes until he pulled out and jumped over her, stroking his massive cock over her face. She pulled herself up and put it into her mouth sucking it hard and gagging a couple times before he drenched her throat with more steaming, hot cum. I could see the beads of sweat running down his back and he was breathing heavily and smiling down at her. She looked up at him, mouth open, showing that she had swallowed all of it and he seemed very happy to know he added some protein to her young diet. By this time, I had cum multiple times, all over my hands, chest and legs and was covered in dry, sticky cum spots.
It was about 2am at this time, and he said that was about all the fun he could have for the night because he had work in the morning and jumped off the bed and headed into his shower. I went over and lay down next to her, smelling him all over and making sure she was okay. She was more than okay though. She seemed to be in love, smiling, giggling, lusting for more. I was getting a little jealous but she did her part so I guess I could allow her to enjoy it too. Then, she got up and ran into his bathroom.
I could hear them talking and her giggling and then I began hearing water splashing. I walked to the door and peered in and there he was, inches deep in her pussy once more. She was sucking his fingers while he was leaning against the wall, her pussy riding back on him, hungry and starving. He turned her around and picked her up and bounced her pussy on his dick as she wrapped her legs around his waist. When his toes started to curl, he shouted he was close to cumming but she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and whispered in his ear, continuing to take his thick shaft up her body. After a couple minutes, he let out a loud groan and shot his third cum deep in her pussy as she kissed him. They stood there in the shower, kissing for a while before we all finished showering and got ready for bed.
When she went to the guest room to get her clothes, I confronted her about letting him cum inside of her but she brushed it off saying that she was on the pill. I was furious that my plan seemed to be bringing her more pleasure than myself and locked her out of his bedroom that night. As I crawled into his bed, he was drowsy and naturally tired, but still somewhat awake and lay there in his boxers under the covers, with his arms behind his head looking up.
“Damn fun night champ.”
“Yeah, it sure was. Really happy you liked it.”
“Liked it? I loved it! Your friend okay though right?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, she’s on the pill.”
“Not what I meant but good to know. We got wild eh. How old is she?”
“16.”
“16! Fuck! Really?”
“Yeah. She’s 16.”
“SHIT! Nice. Well, we better make sure she won’t tell nobody.”
“No worries dad. She’s all paid for.”
“Fuck. Son where’d you get her? You fuck her before?”
“I know her from by Snr. She fucks for money. We fucked before.” (I was obviously lying to prolong the conversation.
“Damn, my son turning into a big man. How come you didn’t tell me?”
“Haha, I don’t know.”
“Well from now on, no more secrets.”
“Yeah, no more secrets.”
“God. I don’t know. I still think that you’re 6 sometimes. But you’re definitely not 6 anymore. You gonna make those bitches scream.”
“Not like you dad. Your dick is HUGE”
“Haha, it’s alright. You have to know how to use it. How to make a woman feel good. You’ll get there son.”
“How big is it?”
“My dick? Hell, I haven’t measured it in ages. Your mom used to measure it. She said it was 8.5 inches sometimes. Sometimes 9 inches.”
“Wow. I’m only 5 inches.”
“That’s big for a man your age son. Just keep jerking and fucking that pussy and you’ll be big like your old man.”
“Well, you gotta teach me.”
“Don’t worry champ, after tonight, I owe you big time. Good night.”
“Good night dad.”
I think I fell straight asleep that night snuggled close to dad. It had been such an amazing experience that I didn’t want it to end, but I knew I would have to move on in order to get to the ultimate goal. The game had just begun and I was going to get my way, no matter what I had to do.
TO BE CONTINUED…

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