Subject: New Boyfriend
Story Codes: MF oral)
Diary Date: September 9, 2006
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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So what's the big deal about having a steady boyfriend? During my first
three years of college I didn't have one so why should my senior year be
any different? Well, as it turned out, Michael was the difference.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Meeting Michael
Chapter 2 - Sucking Michael's Dick
Chapter 3 - Begging Michael to Fuck Me
Chapter 1 - Meeting Michael
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I was finally a college senior! Woo hoo!! It was the beginning of
September and I had just returned to school, quickly getting settling in
for my last year of college. True, I was still living on-campus in the
same apartment as last year, but I had a new roomie and besides, with
student teaching I knew that I would be pretty busy this year - probably
more busy than any previous year. With everything else going on, about
the last thing on my mind was a boyfriend. That's NOT to say BOYS
weren't on my mind, just not a boyfriend.
Every year the hardest thing about coming back to school has been having
to switch over to a totally different lifestyle. Don't get me wrong, I
love my school and I don't regret for a minute my decision to come here,
but there is ONE thing about it that's especially hard to deal with - the
code of conduct ("Lifestyle Guidelines" as they like to refer to them) we
are required to follow. Of course, technically they are just
"guidelines" and as such aren't mandatory, but it was made clear to us
that attending this school isn't mandatory either! Most of the rules are
just common sense and actually are perfectly reasonable; but the part
about abstinence and no sex is a bit over the top, to say the least.
My freshman year was probably the hardest in terms of dealing with the
rules but by over the past three years I have found ways to deal with my
frustrations and general horniness in numerous ways, some better than
others as it turned out, and so I was confident that this year would go
well. After all, it is my LAST year! All I have to do was hang in there
for nine more months and I graduate!
Sitting alone in my bedroom, my thoughts wandered back to my freshman
year at about this same time. God, I thought at the time I was so mature
and confident when in reality I was incredibly naive and maybe even a bit
over-confident. My assumption had been that my boyfriend back in
Pittsburgh would wait for me to return, especially after the naughty
goodbye present I had given him. Yeah, right! Not two weeks later I got
an e-mail from him telling me he wanted to break up. Can you believe it
- an e-mail!! Well, the joke was on him as I had just spent the weekend
at my new roomie's house and she had taken a bunch of pictures of me for
him - pictures that I am sure would have had him jerking off in a
heartbeat BUT he never got to see them of course.
If there was silver lining in that bad experience with my boyfriend,
during the weekend at her house I also learned a few interesting things
about Brenda, my roomie. To make a long story VERY short, she was my
first lesbian experience, at least outside my family. It wasn't her
first time as she preferred girls, but I was still hooked on cocks so
while it was fun to play with Brenda, she couldn't satisfy me in the way
a guy could - if you know what I mean.
I also learned a valuable lesson from my jerk of a boyfriend; just
because a guy claims to love me doesn't mean that he loves ME. Odds are
it probably just means he loves to fuck me. Being so far from home, I
decided it wasn't worth getting into another long-distance relationship.
After all, with all the rules and restrictions at school, what was the
point in having a boyfriend if we couldn't have sex?
It didn't help that I never trusted the guys outside of school in the
local community. It was previous obvious that all they wanted was to get
into my pants. That may have been fun for some fun now and then, but
wasn't what I was looking for in a relationship. All-in-all, for the
next three years I steered clear of any serious relationships.
Actually, there WAS one time when I thought that maybe things might work
out with a local guy. Unfortunately, he got too serious and I had to
break it off when he started to use the "L" word. Once I graduate I can
start looking for a serious relationship but until then, my plans are to
just take whatever comes my way. There WAS one promise that I had made
from the start of this school year and that was that I wouldn't go off
and do anything silly this year like I had done in the past when my sex
drive got out of control. Fortunately, I had come through everything
pretty well even when my brief escorting career had ended on a sour note.
One of the questions I get asked a lot is where guys can find girls like
me. My assumption when they say that is what they really want to know is
where can they find a girl who puts out on the first date. Well, I
learned long ago that one of the best places to meet guys is at church
and I would say that goes the other way as well. There is something that
seems to appeal to guys when a girl plays a little naughty in church and
I find it fun as well.
While at school I am active at the local church I attend where I help out
with the youth group. A lot of young guys attend the church from the
nearby area. My suspicion is that they are attracted more by the
abundance of 18-21 year-olds from the university next door than the
quality of the religious services. Indeed, this was how I met my one
"boyfriend" I mentioned earlier. You would have thought I would have
learned my lesson from him but as it turned out, even I can be blind in
the right circumstances.
In my opinion, the rules at my school are so ridiculously oppressive that
I don't feel guilty when I tweak them a bit, particularly with regards to
clothes. We aren't allowed to wear anything risque or even the slightest
bit suggestive at school which means I need two different wardrobes - one
for home and one for school. There is one advantage in that it makes it
easier to pack as I leave my school clothes behind when I go home and
vice versa.
When I attend church I usually wear a long skirt to the services and
jeans with a blouse to the youth activities. My silent "rebellion" comes
in that I rarely wear underwear and I find it quite erotic to sit in
church with nothing between me and the father next to me but the thin
fabric of my dress. With his wife and kids on the opposite side of him,
it thrills me when he steals a glance now and then at me during the
service as I pretend not to notice. Of course, I cross my legs and do
other subtle moves to encourage him.
My experiences at church are proof that attitude is as sexy or even more
than clothing. Heck, any girl, even the overweight ones, can get a guy's
attention with a short skirt and low-cut blouse. It takes a lot more
effort to do the same attention with a skirt hanging to my ankles and a
blouse buttoned almost to my neck! Don't get me wrong, I don't blatantly
throw myself at men and openly flaunt myself. It takes just the right
look at just the right time to draw their attention. Walking the fine
line between being naughty and getting expelled is a skill so far as I am
concerned, one at which I am highly effective!
As I mentioned before, with all the college girls at church, it's a
magnet for boys in the community looking for that "catholic school girl".
Well, first of all I'm Presbyterian, not Catholic, and I'm clearly not
innocent but I don't think it really matters. This year I noticed
several new faces and I smiled to myself, wondering if any of them would
turn out to be more than just someone to flirt with. The odds were
heavily against it but then you never knew.
One of the new guys was Michael. I noticed him immediately when I
entered the church and I was pleased that he was giving me the once over
as well; that is, until I saw that he was checking out ALL the girls as
well - and not being exactly subtle about it! Did he really think he was
going to draw the attention of any of the girls by leering at us?
For some reason or another, Michael seemed to focus more on me, which I
didn't mind as he wasn't a bad looking guy. I hadn't ever seen him on
campus so I figured he must have been one of the locals. Our eyes met
briefly and I flashed him a smile before heading to the ladies room to
fix my hair.
There is a paved walkway between the campus and church but it was windy
outside today so by the time I made it, my hair was a total disaster.
When I exited, I noticed he was leaning against the wall opposite the
doorway with his arms folded and one leg crossed over the other as he
stood there looking quite confident and full of himself. As I passed by,
he straightened up and caught up with me.
"Hi, I'm Michael and I'm new here, would you mind telling me where the
service is at?"
What a come-on line! There was only a sign about two feet high with a
big arrow under it pointing the way ahead of us. There was ONE thing I
noticed, though, and that was his accent. It was something British or
maybe Australian, definitely not from boring old mid-Ohio! I pointed out
the sign and started to walk away but he quickly stepped up to come
alongside me again.
"Sorry to bother you again, but if you don't have anyone to sit with,
would you mind if I joined you?"
Well, you could say what you wanted about him but the guy DID move fast.
Normally I would've just gone in and looked around for someone I knew and
had a seat. I guess it didn't hurt in this case to indulge his request
and so I tilted my head towards the sanctuary and we headed off that way
together. On the way we passed the Pastor and I introduced our new guest
to him. My Pastor asked him where he was from and he said Nottingham,
England and that he was here on an internship with a company in town.
Cool - Robin Hood himself was in the building!
With the service about to start, there wasn't much time for us to talk
with the Pastor so we went in the sanctuary and found a seat about half-
way down on the aisle. There was still at least five minutes so Michael
filled me in on some new details about himself. It turned out that he
was out of England for the first time, at least to this continent, and he
had just arrived a couple of weeks before. I couldn't help but smile
when he confessed that he wasn't normally much of a churchgoer but the
guys at work had recommended he come here to meet girls! At least he was
honest - worth a few points in my book.
Michael seemed a bit young for a company to be investing this much money
in him (I learned later he was twenty two, just a little older than me).
My dad sometimes hired interns for his law office but he always picked
them from the local universities where they then became essentially
"slaves" in the office - working ungodly hours for peanuts. He would
never have brought anyone over from a foreign country, at least not for
an internship. Michael explained it was a special program the company
was offering and he had already graduated the past fall so once the
internship was over he had the potential to become a full employee. I
had to admit I was becoming a bit impressed with Michael.
The service started and for the next hour or so, it was business as
usual. I was wearing a long peasant style dress that hung to my ankles
but at least bunched around my boobs enough to accentuate my breasts. I
caught Michael taking a peek more than once at me as we went through the
rituals of the service. I wonder what he would have said had he known
under that dress there was nothing but me and a little baby powder!
After the service we headed out and I expected to just say goodbye and
get back to my apartment and out of this silly dress. I guess they raise
them to be bold in the UK as instead of saying goodbye, Michael offered
to buy me lunch! He warned me that he wasn't too familiar with the
surrounding area yet so he would leave it to my discretion as to where we
went. I didn't have anything THAT pressing to do back at my room so I
figured why not accept a free lunch? The campus cafeteria wasn't bad,
not bad at all actually, but it was still nice to get out and about and
besides, I WAS a little interested in this guy.
We walked out to his car in the parking lot. It was a small rental and
he apologized, saying he hadn't had time to find a car yet, but that
didn't bother me under the circumstances. He even opened the door for
me! Not many guys do that anymore and Michael rose yet another notch in
my book.
I gave Michael directions to a local restaurant next to a bowling which
served decent fare. On the way we discussed the sermon and the church.
I found that I loved listening to Michael. What is it about a British
accent that just melts you? It seems that all the ads on TV use British
actors to sell their junk because for some reason, people seem to trust
them and buy from them. It was sort of the same thing for me with
Michael. Just listening to him made me willing to trust whatever he told
me. Honestly, he could have been a completely different person than he
claimed to be but for some reason or another, I was buying it all - hook,
line and sinker.
In the restaurant we were taken to a booth where we sat facing one
another. Michael mentioned he was still getting use to American food -
especially the size of the portions! I told him to look around and see
the results and we both laughed softly at the sight of so many obese
people.
During the course of lunch, Michael did almost all the talking, telling
me about his home and family back in Nottingham. At the start he warned
me that the Robin Hood jokes were already getting old so I tried to
refrain from mentioning anything along those lines. He DID confirm that
there was indeed a Sherwood Forest but that most of the locals didn't
view Robin Hood quite like Hollywood portrayed him.
Michael was an only child, like me, and his parents were both back in
England. We both were astonished to find out that our fathers were both
lawyers although his mom took care of the home instead of working at a
formal job. He tried to explain what he did but I got lost after the
word "Engineering". All I could understand was that they made big
machines that were sold around the world which was all I cared to know in
the first place.
Overall, it turned out to be quite an enjoyable lunch. Michael was the
perfect gentleman, probably the most polite and non-intrusive of any guy
I had been out with in ages. Most guys were trying to grope me before
the salad was served! He asked if I would be interested in seeing him
again and I quickly agreed. When we got back in the car to take me back
to school (he DID open the door for me again!), he started to drive off
but stopped before we left the parking lot. Michael looked over at me
and I could see he wanted to say something but he was obviously a little
embarrassed or maybe just too shy to get it out. I sat there patiently,
letting him work it out and eventually he smiled and cleared his throat.
"If you're really not THAT busy this afternoon, would you like to come
over to my place?"
Wow, the boy really DID move fast! I wondered if he had been watching
too many TV shows where all the American girls were sluts and that he
should make his move immediately if he wanted anything. The funny thing
was, although he probably would have been slapped by 99% of the girls he
had just pulled this one on, he was just lucky enough to be sitting
across from a member of the 1% who met the stereotype he had been given!
Still, I wasn't going to be THAT easy though; he needed to work at least
a little for it.
"Oh?" I said with a hint of surprise in my voice, "And just what did you
have in mind when we got back to your place?"
Actually, I really DID want to know. For all I knew, maybe he WAS the
perfect gentleman and all we would do is sit and watch TV and discuss
politics. Now THAT would be a horrid way to spend a Sunday afternoon!
It was then that I looked down at his crotch and saw the unmistakable
signs of an erection pressing out against the zipper. Hmmmmmm, it looked
like the boy might have some potential after all! It had been a couple
of weeks since my dad and uncle had fucked me before leaving home and I
was more than overdue for a nice dick to suck and fuck!
Michael saw where I was looking and he appeared a bit embarrassed and his
cheeks had an unmistakable reddish glow to them.
"Ahhhhhh, I don't know; I just thought maybe you would like to be with
me," he stuttered.
I grinned at him but in a nice way. I didn't want him to feel any more
embarrassed than he was already. There WAS one way to bring him out and
so I reached over and put my hand on his crotch, pressing down until I
could feel the outline of his hard cock underneath his pants.
"Something tells me you don't want to just talk about US-UK politics...
am I right Michael?" I said in a low soft voice to him as I moved my hand
slightly over his dick.
"Well...," was all he could get out. He looked down at my hand on his
crotch and from the look on his face, I had no doubt that he had never
dreamed that this would really happen.
Well, maybe he had DREAMED about it and maybe even masturbated while
imagining some American slut fondling him in his car, but I couldn't
believe that he thought it might really happen. Then again, if all he
knew about American culture was from TV and magazines, maybe he DID think
all girls were like me! I wasn't about to burst his bubble although I
had a feeling the next girl he was with was in for quite a surprise!
"Take me to your place then, Michael," I purred, "I think I know what you
really want."
For the rest of the way to his apartment, neither of us said a word. I
took my hand off of him once he started driving again (I was worried
enough about his tendency to drive on the wrong side without distracting
him any further!)
While he drove, I sat back and thought about what had just occurred. It
was interesting just how fast a relationship could change. All through
church and lunch he had been the perfect upstanding young gentleman,
polite and well-spoken. In a matter of seconds, all that went out the
window and now he was just another horny guy lucky enough to have found
himself a girl who was just as horny - if not more!
It was actually a bit surreal. Waking up this morning, I had masturbated
dreaming about my dad fucking me without any inkling that I might be
getting laid later that day. Of course, I wasn't in the sack yet and
touching Michael through his pants was a long way from him fucking me,
but I had a suspicion that I would be getting it this afternoon. I mean
really, what guy in his right mind would turn down a 21 year-old college
girl who was all but throwing herself at him? Maybe I should have played
it more tactfully but what would have been the point? He was a guy so it
was a no-brainer as to what he wanted. As for me, I was horny as hell
and looking for it. Under the circumstances, it just made sense to cut
through the nonsense and get down to what we both wanted!
As we drove along, I realized that I had never been to this part of town
before. The neighborhood didn't look all that bad - typical mid-Ohio
middle class. Nothing impressive but at the same time well-kept and
relatively safe looking. Michael pulled up in front of what looked to be
a two-story apartment building. Judging by the mail boxes on the
outside, there were four dwellings although there was only two doors.
Michael stopped the engine and turned to me with a questioning look.
"Well, I guess this is it. My place is the one to the right on the
second floor," he said, as if he was a realtor showing me around.
I was about to open the door when I hesitated for a second. Really, what
did I know about this guy? Just because he went to church didn't mean
much. I had met all kinds over the years and being a Christian was no
guarantee as to what type of guy he was. After all, I had been all but
raped by my own Youth Pastor once - and he was married! A couple of
years ago I had tried out the escorting business and quit after only a
short time once I realized the dangers of following strange men to their
hotel rooms. Was this that much different?
At that moment I almost told him to take me back to my apartment. Then I
looked at his lap and saw his hard-on through his slacks. God, he must
have been incredibly horny to be that hard still! My pussy started to
throb and I felt the wetness between my legs - he wasn't the only one in
the car that was dying to get laid!
I took a deep breath and opened the door. Michael followed suit on his
side of the car and he quickly ran around to shut my door for me. He
reached out his hand to me with this lost puppy dog look on his face and
I smiled back at him as I took his hand and followed him up the narrow
wooden steps to the apartment building entrance. I glanced about and
wondered if anyone was watching and if they were, what they might be
thinking. Was this something they saw regularly, did Michael bring home
girls all the time; or was this something unusual, something they would
be talking about between themselves?
In any case, he quickly unlocked the door and we stepped inside what
looked to be an entryway. A door leading to the first floor apartment
was to the right with nothing more than a small number "1" painted on the
outside with no other indication of who might be living there. Michael
led the way up a steep set of wooden steps where at the top was a door
identical to the one at the bottom except it has a number "3" painted on
the exterior. It was quite dark and I noted that the lone light bulb in
the ceiling wasn't on - burned out maybe?
"Be careful, the last step is steeper than the rest," Michael warned me
as he pushed open the door. I was able to see better once the door was
open and I gingerly stepped into his apartment.
My first impression was one of surprise as it was neat and clean, not
your usual image of a single guy's apartment. It wasn't cluttered but at
the same time what furnishings were there were in good shape and a
reflection of good taste by someone. Of course, the standard "guy toys"
were present - big screen TV, several video game consoles, a collection
of CDs and DVDs, etc. I was expecting something like a British flag on
the wall or some other sign of his nationality but there was nothing to
be seen.
"Home sweet home," Michael announced as he held out his arms like an
announcer for some game show showing off the latest prize package, "Well,
what do you think Kelly?"
I just nodded and raised my eyebrows, trying to show I was impressed. It
was a bit awkward, the two of us standing there in the middle of his
living room, each seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move.
I figured I had been forward enough and it was time for Michael to assert
himself. After all, if he wanted me the least he could do is make a
little bit of effort! Fortunately, I wasn't to be disappointed.
"Would you like to see the rest of the place?" he asked.
Given the tiny size of the apartment, there was only two things that
could possibly be left to see - the bathroom and the bedroom. Fooling
around in the bathroom would be a bit kinky so I presumed he meant to
show me the bedroom. Well, that was fine with me as I hadn't any desire
to play his latest video game.
I remained quiet and followed him past the bathroom, or at what I
presumed was the bathroom since the door was closed, and down to the open
door at the end where again I was pleasantly surprised. Unless he was
psychic, there was no way he could have known he would be bringing a girl
back home from church so whatever state the room was in was what was its
natural state. If that was the case, Michael was indeed not your average
guy. First, the bed was made! Thankfully, it didn't have an ruffled
bed-skirt or I might have started to get a bit worried but it was covered
with a plain white quilted comforter.
The dresser drawers were all closed with a couple of pictures of what
looked to be his parents on top. Thankfully, there weren't any
girlfriend photos nor were there any porn magazines on the floor. All in
all, the bedroom was the final straw in convincing me that Michael was a
relatively mature and decent person. Of course, looks could be deceiving
but the odds were in favor of my being right.
Chapter 2 - Sucking Michael's Dick
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"So tell me Michael, why did you bring me to your bedroom?" I teased him,
twisting my hips so my skirt flowed around me. I loved the way the
material felt against my bare butt and I wondered if Michael had a clue
that I wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Ummmmm, I just thought you might want to see it," he said in a low
voice. Well, he wasn't going to get away with THAT answer, that was for
sure.
"Come on Michael, I want you to tell me why you brought me here."
"No special reason... really."
"Michael!" I said in exasperation, "If you want something, sometimes you
have to ask for it. Last chance - why did you ask me up here. Don't
worry, I just want to hear you say it."
I folded my arms and waited for his response, like a teacher in a
classroom waiting for a reluctant student to answer. Michael was looking
down at his shoes and for a moment, I thought maybe I was wrong about
him. Was he really just a wimp?
"Oh alright," he said suddenly, "I was hoping we would fool around a
little. There, does that make you happy now?"
I couldn't help but giggle a little bit. I love it when men finally
break down and do what I ask when they realize it's necessary if they are
going to get their hands on me. Well, I wasn't quite satisfied yet; time
to push a little harder.
"Now that's better!" I said, licking my lips a bit for him, "So
basically, you just want to fuck me - right?"
If I could have captured the look on Michael's face at that moment, I
would have posted it on my desk at home as an example of the most shell-
shocked look imaginable on a guy. It was so hilarious, I almost broke
out in laughter. His eyes widened and his mouth just opened and shut
like a fish out of water.
"What's the matter Michael, hasn't a girl ever talked to you like this
before?"
"Well... no!" was all he could say. I smiled seductively at him and
walked up closer to him and put my hands on his chest.
"You DO realize Michael, that girls sometimes want it too... sometimes as
much or even more than the guy," I whispered to him as I moved my hands
over his shirt and then started to unbutton it slowly starting at the
top.
"I want you to fuck me Michael," I whispered softly, looking up into his
eyes, "I want to suck your cock and then have you stick it in my pussy
and cum in me."
I was down to the bottom button and had to pull his shirt out of his
pants to get at the last one. Meantime, he wasn't saying a word.
"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" I asked, pushing his unbuttoned
short off of his shoulders and down his arms, revealing an incredible
chest and smooth torso. He either shaved or had almost no body hair, at
least so far as his chest and back were concerned. His shirt dropped to
the floor and I started to run my hands over his luscious bare chest and
sides.
"I want you to suck me," he said, so softly I could barely hear him.
I was unbuckling his belt now as he just stood there motionless, as if he
was afraid to move and break the spell. With his belt undone, I
unbuttoned his slacks and pulled the zipper quickly down to the bottom.
I reached inside under the elastic of his underwear and was rewarded with
the feel of his warm hard dick in my palm. My fingers wrapped around it
and I held it firmly.
"Mmmmmmm, your dick feels so good," I purred, "Tell me again what you
want me to do to it."
"Oh god, Kelly, I want you to put it in your mouth," he gasped as I
pulled my hand out and started to push his pants down to the floor along
with his underwear at the same time. No sense wasting any motions!
As his underwear moved down over his cock, it suddenly popped out as it
was freed and I smiled at the sight of it. He was circumcised and looked
to be about six inches or so - about average for most guys from my
experience. It was the type that curved upwards from his crotch when he
was erect such that the head was pointed straight to the ceiling. As for
thickness, again I would put him in the "average" category, meaning my
hand would wrap around him and he would fit nicely into my mouth.
Pardon me for a word on cock size. Does size matter? Yes and no.
Frankly, I don't like the huge cocks you see in the porn movies. Sure,
they are great to watch, but have you ever tried sucking one of those
monsters? It's a pain, literally, and frustrating in that I don't feel I
can do my best in terms of technique and satisfaction. Getting fucked by
one is another pain - again quite literally. I find myself worrying more
about how damn big he is and whether he is going to hurt me than the
satisfaction I am looking for.
At the other end of the spectrum, I have had a few guys who were
ridiculously small - to the point I would be better off with my own
finger. Those are pretty rare and in all fairness, 99% of guys are
"average"; maybe five to seven inches and about the same thickness.
There's nothing wrong with these guys, not in my book at least. They are
relatively easy to suck and when they fuck me, if they can stay in me
then they are long enough.
One other thing, I have found though, and that is cock size has
absolutely nothing to do with the amount of cum a guy produces. I wish
there was some way to predict it as I love nothing more than to have a
guy cum and literally fill me with sperm. It is also better when it
shoots out of his dick in a forceful stream such that I can hold it away
from my mouth and watch it shoot into my open mouth, or feel it emerging
from his dick in my pussy and shooting far up inside of me. So anyway,
seeing Michael's cock all erect and pointing upward was a good sign of
what was to cum - pun intended!
With his slacks down to his ankles (he hadn't removed his shoes yet so he
just stood there with his pants and underwear gathered at his ankles), I
kneeled down and quickly took his cock in my mouth, pumping my head
swiftly up and down his shaft and then lifting my head up towards him.
"Is this what you wanted Michael?" I asked him softly. It wasn't like I
didn't know what the answer would be, I just wanted to hear him say it.
Michael took my head in his hands and ran his fingers through my hair.
As much as I had been forward on the trip to this apartment, as much as I
had hinted to him what a slut I was, I had a feeling that deep down he
probably thought I was just a big tease. Now that I had actually put his
cock in my mouth, even if just for a brief moment, there was no denying
that I was indeed everything he was hoping for.
I wondered how that made him feel, what thoughts were going through his
mind. He most likely had masturbated many times dreaming of a girl doing
just what I was doing and now his dream was on the verge of coming true.
God, what I would have given to be able to hear his thoughts right now!
"Oh yes Kelly... that's exactly what I wanted," he managed to finally
say. Then, to my own pleasure, he said, "Suck my cock again... please."
There was something about hearing a guy beg to have his cock sucked that
turns me on something fierce. I don't know exactly how to explain it but
so much for anyone's theory that sucking cock is submission by a girl to
a guy! Quite the contrary, I view it as complete control over a guy.
After all, I'm the one with his most sensitive organ between my teeth.
I'm not the one begging for it, willing to say and do anything for it.
Although I will never know for sure how a guy feels when my mouth is
around his cock, it must be pretty wonderful from the way it drives them
crazy when I do it!
I was still fully dressed ( if you call wearing just a dress with no
underwear fully dressed), as I remained kneeling in front of him next to
his bed. My right hand grabbed his cock at the base as I dipped my head
back down on him again. With my left hand, I reached around and put in
on his firm ass and squeezed it as best I could. Up and down I went on
his cock, sucking it until my cheeks pulled in and running my tongue
around it as I did.
At first I only went about half-way down using my fingers to stroke the
lower half of his cock. As I heard him breathing harder, I released my
hand and used just my mouth on him as I grabbed the other half of his ass
with my right hand, pulling his crotch into my face. My nose was
inundated with the rich musky odor of his crotch. He must have showered
earlier as I could make out the lingering scent of his soap but it was
overwhelmed by his strong male scent. At the same time, the thick growth
of pubic hair that sprouted from the base of his cock tickled my face as
it dipped down deeper on his dick. It was incredibly erotic for me to
take his cock deep in my mouth until my face was covered by his thick,
wiry dark pubic hair that smelled so strongly with the scent of a male
consumed by lust.
"Oh my god, Kelly, that feels incredible," Michael said as he groaned
almost non-stop while I worked on his cock.
He tasted good, again it was apparent he had showered as there wasn't any
of the aftertaste I get sometimes when a guy hasn't washed his dick for a
while. His hands were still holding my head and I could tell from the
pressure he would apply that he loved it best the deeper I took him.
Some guys actually seem to like it better when I lick their dicks like a
popsicle, using my tongue to touch him up and down his hard dick as if I
was trying to keep an ice cream cone from dripping on a hot summer day.
Other guys seem to have a thing for more attention to the head of their
cock, especially when I would run my tongue around the bottom ridge and
then tickle the slit at the tip. The vast majority, though, want me to
take their cock deep in my mouth - the deeper the better. I have asked
different guys and gotten different answers as to why, and I'm not sure I
believe many of them anyway.
Personally, I think it has more to do with porn movies than pleasure.
Guys see the whores in porn flicks taking some huge cocks down their
throats and so they think they it makes them like one of those guys and I
am their favorite porn whore. The second reason I think guys like me to
deep throat them is somewhat the same thrill I get when I see a guy's
cock disappear inside my pussy until it completely disappears and I know
all of his dick is inside of me. There have been times I could see
myself in a mirror when I give a guy head and I have to admit that it
looks really hot when his dick is completely down my mouth and throat and
my face is up tight against his crotch.
I was twisting my head around his dick, rubbing his pubic hair against my
cheeks, when I heard him groan especially loud and his body shuddered
like he was suddenly chilled. I looked up at him and saw that his head
was tilted back while his hands were pulling me more tightly into him.
His grip on me was such that when I tried to pull my head up to keep from
choking on the cum I knew was about to erupt from him, I couldn't pull
back and just then I felt his dick swell and the first shot of cum spewed
into my mouth.
For a moment I thought I was going to gag as he was so far into my mouth
that it went straight down into my throat. My reaction at that point was
involuntary as I more or less panicked and forcibly shoved my head back
to give me more room in my mouth. His cock was still about half-way in
when the next few shots sprayed from his dick into my mouth and I
couldn't help but choke just a little, causing his cum to spill out of my
mouth and dribble down my chin. I really didn't want to get it on my
dress (that may be fine for Monica but not on my favorite church dress!)
so I tightened up my grip on his shaft with my lips to keep the rest of
it inside of my mouth.
"That's it... oh yeah," Michael groaned, almost shouting as he pressed
his hips forward, trying to drive his cock back down deep into my mouth
and throat, "Swallow it... eat my cum!"
I would have been more than happy to accommodate his demands but when you
have a thick dick in your mouth and it's still shooting out little bits
of sperm in your mouth, swallowing is not exactly the easiest thing to
accomplish! At this point I had little choice as it was hard to breathe
through my nose and I really needed the air so I pulled back again and
this time was able to get his dick out of my mouth. It popped out like
it was a spring and pointed back up in the air again, glistening with a
slimy coating of his cum and my saliva.
As I gasped for air I held it in my hand and stroked it slowly as if I
was milking him. Indeed, a little more cum emerged from the tip of hid
cock as I squeezed it out of him like the last drops of toothpaste from
the tube. My tongue reached out and licked it off lightly, just enough
to take it from him.
"God that feels so fucking good," Michael groaned when my tongue returned
to his dick, licking the head as I tasted the sperm that coated it.
I surprised him by suddenly taking his cock deep in my mouth again,
shoving my face down into his crotch again and sucking on it as hard as I
could. This time his hands were pulling me off of him rather than
pushing me down.
"Fuck Kelly, that's enough... I can't take it when you do that!" he
gasped.
I released his dick and rubbed it over my face and chin with my hand,
using it like a squeegee to spread the cum that had escaped from my mouth
over my face. Usually I am not a big fan of getting a covering of cum on
my body as frankly, when it dries it tends to itch more than anything.
In this case, I knew he was watching and if he was like most guys, seeing
me use his dick to rub his cum over me was a turn-on and well, it was my
goal to please him as well as take care of myself so why not?
Chapter 3 - Begging Michael to Fuck Me
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Michael grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up to my feet saying,
"C'mon now, stand up for a second."
I stood before him, still in my dress while he was naked down to his
ankle where his slacks and shoes remained. He looked down and grinned a
bit sheepishly.
"Guess I should take these off," he said in a low voice and he kicked off
his shoes and reached down to pull his slacks and socks off. Now he was
totally nude in front of me and I admired his lean body and muscular
chest and arms. His dick was still standing at attention despite having
just climaxed and I knew he wasn't satisfied yet. Well, neither was I
for that matter!
"Mmmmmmm, you look really good," I said softly, running my hands over his
bare chest and arms.
His hands were on my shoulders at the edge of my sleeves and he was
fumbling with them. I knew he wanted to take my dress off and for a
moment I was about to have him undo me and slip it over my head when
another idea came to mind. Looking Michael straight in the eyes, I
smiled seductively at him and in a firm but soft voice said, "Are you
ready to fuck me now Michael? I hope so, because I want you to."
Michael stammered a bit and despite several attempts, couldn't seem to
get the next words out.
"What's the matter Michael, hasn't a girl ever asked you to fuck her
before?" I teased him.
"Ummmmm, not really," he sputtered, I mean, not using those words."
I pressed up against him and felt his wonderful hard cock pushing against
my stomach through my dress.
"You know, sometimes girls want it just as badly as boys do," I said,
"What's wrong with a girl telling a boy she wants to get laid?"
Michael looked a little uncomfortable but he still managed to say, "Well,
I just didn't think girls did that."
A little giggle escaped from me at that. "Ohhhhhhhhh, I get it. You
mean, 'nice' girls don't ask to be fucked... is that what you mean
Michael?"
Michael's eyes widened and he started to open his mouth to protest but I
wasn't letting him off the hook that easily.
"So do you think I'm not a nice girl Michael?" I pressed on, "Do you
think I'm some sort of slut, a skank or something like that just because
I asked you to fuck me?"
"Oh no Kelly!" Michael finally blustered, "I didn't mean that at all...
you're a nice girl."
So predictable but then, he was a guy so it wasn't his fault.
"What if I told you that I wasn't a 'nice' girl, Michael?" I said as I
traced little circles around his hardened nipple
Looking down, I noticed that despite everything his cock was still as
hard as ever. My pussy tingled at the sight and I knew it was time to
finish up with the theatrics and get down to business.
"For your information Michael, I AM a slut and quite proud of it," I
declared as I turned my back slowly to the bed and stepped backwards
until I was pressed up against it. I sat on the bed and scooted back
until my knees were hanging over the edge. Gathering up my skirt, I
pulled it up until he could see that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I
kept my eyes fixed on his as I reached down with one hand and slowly
began to rub my bare pussy that was now exposed for him to see.
"See my pussy Michael? So tell me, do 'nice" girls go to church with
nothing under their dresses? Has a 'nice girl ever sucked your cock the
first time you took her out? Would a 'nice' girl ask you to fuck her?"
Michael was too mesmerized by the sight of me playing with myself in
front of him to respond. Not that I was really expecting anything from
him; it was fun just to talk dirty to him and tease him a little.
"You see Michael, I'm NOT a 'nice' girl," I continued as I pushed a
single finger up into my already wet pussy, "I like to be fucked and I
want you to fuck me now."
Michael stood there as stiff as a statue. That was fine with me so far
as his cock was concerned but I was wishing he would be a bit more
flexible elsewhere. His reaction really didn't surprise me all that
much. It wasn't the first time I had a boy freeze when I was being
forward with him. Boys seem to think that they are the ones that are
suppose to be in charge and when a girl is the aggressor it is like the
rules of the game have been broken and they don't know how to respond.
I've had a few tell me later that it was always a big fantasy of theirs
to have slutty girlfriend but when it actually happened they were freaked
out.
My guess was that if I could read Michael's mind about now, that I would
find he was thinking that exact thing at this moment. This had to be one
of his wildest dreams - to have a girl lifting her skirt, playing with
herself for him to watch after having just sucked his cock, begging for
him to fuck her. Now that the dream was reality though, he was finding
that he wasn't the super stud he liked to think of himself as being.
Well, all that didn't matter to me about now, I was just interested in
getting that hard dick inside of me as soon as possible! Keeping my hand
on my pussy, I reached out with the other one and motioned for him to
move towards me.
"What's the matter Michael? Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked in my
best little girl voice.
Michael finally seemed to break out of his stupor and moved towards the
bed. He reached for the top of my dress again as if to undress me.
"Noooooo, leave my dress on Michael," I resisted, "I just want you to
fuck me and that's all."
Michael looked at me a bit strangely but by now the hormones were in
overdrive and I don't think it mattered what I said or did from this
point onward. There is this look a guy gets when he is set on fucking me
that is unmistakable. Once that look appears, there is no stopping him
until the act is complete. It's like a sexual point of no return, where
once crossed there is no recall, no going back. The male conscious mind
seems to turn off and all that is left is his lust driving him to
complete the mating ritual. Millions of years of evolution are lost in
that moment when it is like the most primal emotions and drives take
over, the need to mate and procreate overwhelms all rational thought and
actions. It is a look I have seen many times in my father's face after I
have teased him and toyed with him to the point where fucking me is no
longer an option - it is a foregone conclusion and requirement. I would
imagine it is the look a woman sees when she is about to be raped except
in this case I wanted it.
"Alright, you asked for it," Michael said in a deep voice that sounded
more like an animal's growl than anything else. He was breathing heavily
and his cock quivered, looking like it might just explode if it got any
bigger or harder.
My own heart was starting to beat rapidly as well as I understood what
was happening to him and the consequences it meant for me. There would
be no more teasing, no more conversation, no more euphemistic exchanges
between us. I knew at that moment that no matter what I might want from
this point on, I was going to be fucked before I left the room. Even
though that was EXACTLY what I wanted, the finality of the situation, the
loss of control, the inevitability that was now in place made me a little
anxious despite my own cravings and lust.
It was like I had jumped out of a plane and now was wondering what I had
done. Nothing could bring me back inside of the plane - I was committed
now and completely dependent on my parachute to save me. In this case,
my parachute was my knowledge of men and how they reacted under these
circumstances. I knew Michael wasn't going to hurt me, he just wanted to
fuck me - no, make that he HAD to fuck me. The parachute wasn't going to
open and bring me to earth safely until his cock was deep in me, spewing
his next load of sperm inside my hungry and waiting cunt.
Michael put one hand on each of my knees and pushed my legs further
apart. He stood with his legs up against the bed and then grabbed me by
the waist and pulled me towards him until his crotch met mine and his
cock was laying over my pussy. He grabbed his dick and positioned it up
against the opening of my pussy hole.
"God you have a great looking pussy," he whispered, almost more to
himself than to me.
"Put it in me Michael, put your cock inside of me" I pleaded with him,
feeling like I was begging him now to push his dick inside of me. "Oh
please Michael, I NEED it in me."
Michael moved his hips forward and as stiff as his cock was, it still
bent noticeably as it tried to violate me. I prided myself on having a
tight pussy and it wasn't unusual for guys to have difficulty the first
time they tried to enter me; but I knew that once he was in me that he
wouldn't have any trouble fucking me after that. Finally his head
slipped into me and half his dick was quickly inside of my pussy. He
didn't hesitate after that but instead immediately began pumping his dick
in and out of me.
"Damn your pussy's tight," he said with a bit if a grimace. Even as he
said the words though, I noticed his efforts were getting easier with
each stroke of his cock in me.
I looked down at my pussy, watching as Michael's cock fucked my pussy.
There was just something about seeing a man's hard dick moving in and out
of me while at the same time feeling the warmth and hardness of him
inside of me that was the ultimate erotic experience for me. As he
continued, each stroke seemed to penetrate me just a little bit more
until finally he was moving the full length of his dick in and out of me
with each stroke.
This was where it really didn't matter what size a guy was. While a guy
is fucking me this way, my pleasure comes more from the stimulation of
the inner walls of my pussy just inside my pussy hole than anything else.
Moving deeper into me doesn't add a whole lot to the sensations nor does
it really matter how thick he is. Think of a bow as it stroked over the
strings of a violin. Although a longer bow provides a longer note, it
really doesn't make a whole lot of difference with regards to the pitch
of the note being played. All I wanted was to feel him moving against me
although at times it was nice to have him just be buried deep in me and
hold still for a while allowing his dick to throb noticeably inside of
me. Michael was holding me with his hands on my waist as he pulled and
pushed me in sync with his thrusts in and out of me. I was leaning back
on my hands, lifting my hips upward to meet his thrusting groin.
"Oh Michael, this is what I wanted," I panted as I tried to speak while
barely able to breathe myself, "God your cock feels so good inside of
me!"
One good thing about sucking a guy off before he fucks me, besides the
obvious of course, is that he usually lasts a little longer when he
finally fucks me. This strategy works better the younger the guy is as
when they get to my dad's age, their six-shooters become musket loaders -
one shot only before they have to take a long time to reload. For
teenage boys and most men up to a little older than Michael, it's almost
mandatory to get them off at least once before they fuck me or else they
end up coming almost before they're even in me all the way. It's not
that I mind the fact that they cum in me, it's more that I wouldn't mind
a little more stimulation first.
Someday maybe I'll understand this but for whatever reason, when a guy
cums after I blow him, he usually wants to keep on going without even a
break. Yet at the same time, if he fucks me and cums then it's like game
over, mission accomplished. Thus my usual strategy is to do just what I
did today with Michael - suck him until he cums and then get him to fuck
me right away afterwards to maximize his longevity.
After Michael had fucked me for a while this way he pulled out of me and
motioned for me to turn over. I looked at him and his impatience was
more noticeable now.
"Turn over," he said impatiently, "Show me that cute little ass."
I giggled and quickly slid down until my feet were back on the floor and
then turned around to face the bed. Michael lifted my skirt up almost to
my shoulders as I leaned over the bed and rested myself on my elbows,
allowing my ass to stick out for him to see. My feet were spread apart
and I felt his hands grab my ass like he was palming a pair of
basketballs.
"You've got a GREAT ass," he complimented me as he squeezed it like a
housewife checking out melons at the supermarket. I turned my head
around and looked at him over my shoulder.
"Well, are you just going to stare at my ass or you gonna fuck me some
more?"
Michael laughed at that, acting more and more assertive as his confidence
grew. He no longer seemed to be nearly as intimidated by me as the lust
inside of him drove him onward.
"Don't worry you dirty little slut, you'll get your fill of my cock soon
enough."
I pretended to be exasperated but inside I was getting a kick out of his
transformation from shy little school boy to man-in-charge. I liked to
tease a guy at first and even intimidate him a little but eventually it
grew wearisome and I liked it when he had the confidence and self-
assurance to try to take control of the situation. Of course, little did
he know that he might THINK he was taking control but it was only me
LETTING him, and then only for as long as I was willing to allow him. In
the end, I need to be in control of any sexual situation I am in for me
to feel good about what I am doing. The only time I allow myself to
actually submit to a man's authority is when I am with my dad and that is
a completely different situation from this.
"Oh Michael, stop teasing me... I want you to fuck me dammit!" I pleaded.
It was true but I have to admit the tone was a bit theatrical. Of course
I wanted to be fucked - that wasn't ever in doubt. The begging and
pleading was for his sake though, and I hoped it was turning him on to
hear me begging him to do me. Some girls fake orgasms, I fake begging
for cock - was there really anything wrong with either so long as we're
both satisfied?
I felt Michael spreading my ass cheeks apart with his hands and then the
pressure of his cock head against my butt. For a moment his dick was
pushing against my asshole and I was just about to warn him off when it
moved down to my pussy hole. With a sudden push of his hips and pull of
his hands on my hips, his cock easily slid into me from behind and I felt
his crotch pressing up against my bare bottom with his thick pubic hair
once again tickling my cheeks only this time it was my butt cheeks and
not my face that was getting the attention. I moaned long and softly as
he held himself deep inside of me, rotating his hips as he moved his dick
around inside of my cunt.
"Yeah, you like this, don't you Kelly," he said, with a smirk I couldn't
see but could clearly hear in his tone of voice, "You like having a big
cock in your tight little pussy, don't you?"
"Oh yeah, I love it in me, I love your dick in me," I repeated over and
over, trying my best to sound like the whore that I knew deep down he
wanted me to be for him, "Oh fuck me Michael, keep fucking me... fuck me
harder."
As much as his staying power may have been extended by my sucking him
off, I had a feeling Michael hadn't been laid in a while and my suspicion
was that he wasn't going to last very long the second time around either.
As usual, my female intuition was right on the mark.
"God I'm going to cum again," he moaned.
I would have preferred he cum in my pussy, especially since I had already
taken him in my mouth once already today but it wasn't going to work out
that way it seemed. Michael pulled out of me and stepped back, stroking
his cock to keep it going.
"Turn around and get on your knees," he commanded me.
There wasn't time to argue and there was no sense in letting him cum in
his hand so I did as he asked. No sooner than I had dropped to my knees
and opened my mouth than the first shot of cum emerged. The first time
he had cum it was in my mouth and while I felt it hit the back of my
throat with some force, I was still not prepared for what was about to
happen. His first load was like a shot from a paint ball gun or
something. There was none of this weak stream or dribble that so many
guys produced, especially the second time around. No, not my Michael; he
shot the first load over my head! At least, it seemed to go over my head
but a little was on my forehead and I knew there must be quite a load on
the top of my head and probably some on the back of my dress. So much
for keeping my dress clean!
As it turned out, that shot was the least of my worries so far as my
dress was concerned. Michael was holding his cock but the way he was
stroking himself it was spraying about like a charged fire hose running
wild, spreading cum all over the place. Some of it hit my face and a
little managed to make it into my mouth and outstretched tongue. The
majority of it ended up either on my face or on my dress and shoulders.
To make it worse, it wasn't like it was a secondary load that was only a
portion of the first one. Michael's balls must have been filled to the
bursting point with sperm as this load was just as big, or bigger even,
than the first. I thought he would never stop spraying me with his cum
as one load after another shot out and made an even bigger mess of me.
Finally he finished and stood there with his still stiff cock in his
hand.
"Damn that felt good," he said between gasps as he tried to catch his
breath. From the way he was breathing and the flushness of his face and
chest, you would have thought he had just finished running a marathon.
He dropped his cock and reached down to pull me up. For the first time
we kissed which seemed a little bit backwards - first kiss AFTER we
fucked? It wasn't anything too prolonged although our tongues did play a
bit with each other's. I lowered my dress and tried to straighten it out
a bit as he reached for his clothes. So much for cuddling afterwards!
"So, do you fuck every guy you meet the first time?" Michael asked.
I wasn't sure from his tone whether he was teasing or serious. Michael
must have seen the question on my face as he shook his head and said,
"That's OK, you don't have to answer, I was just curious."
Now I had a feeling he wasn't just teasing me, but rather was actually
wondering whether I did or not. Well, I HAD told him that I was a slut
so what did he expect? Truth was, I did NOT fuck every guy the first
time and for that matter, not even a majority of them. OK, I DO suck off
most guys I go out with but that is for my enjoyment as much as theirs.
Besides, sucking cock isn't really "sex" in the first place. What's the
difference between kissing a guy and sucking his cock? If anything, I
think kissing is more intimate than a blowjob.
"Noooooo, silly," I rebuked him, "I don't do that."
Michael seemed a little relieved at that which just confirmed my belief
in the ultimate stupidity and gullibility of the male side of the human
race. What did he think, that he was someone special and that this was
the first time that I had gone to a guy's house and asked him to do me?
Men!
Michael looked at his watch and a look a panic came over his face.
"Shit, I forgot I'm supposed to meet some guys this afternoon," he said,
speeding up his actions as he straightened himself out. It didn't take
me much - just flattening out of my dress with my hands and I was ready.
I looked in the mirror and saw several stain marks where his cum had
landed but there was nothing I could do about them at this point other
than get home and hit it with a stain stick as soon as possible.
Hopefully I could sneak in to my apartment without anyone seeing me and
asking any difficult questions. As for the cum on my face, I wiped it
off with a handkerchief from his dresser and whatever was in my hair
would have to wait for a shower.
From that point, to leaving his apartment, and then driving back to the
campus, neither of us said another word. Although I am sure the thought
of having sex with me had crossed his mind when we left church earlier, I
doubted that he ever seriously thought it would actually happen. Now
that it had, was he having second thoughts about me or was he just
working up the courage to ask me out again? It wasn't until we pulled up
in front of my apartment that I found out the answer.
"Can I see you again sometime Kelly?" he asked as I undid my seat belt.
I turned to him and smiled, "Of course Michael, I would really like
that."
Michael looked like he had more to say and I knew what was undoubtedly
going through his head that he was too shy to ask so I helped him out.
"And yes, you can fuck me next time too."
Michael actually blushed when I said that and I couldn't help but giggle
a little. Obviously he had never been with a girl quite as forward as me
but he didn't seem to mind it overall. I stepped out without saying
another word and waved at him before turning my back and walking to my
apartment. I didn't look back once until I heard him drive off and then
I watched his car as it disappeared from view.
I wondered what was going to happen in the future. Would Michael really
ask me out again? Would we do something besides sex or would we just use
each other for our own mutual satisfaction? Today's events had certainly
been unexpected and who knew what was in store for the future. One thing
I DID know - my pussy was still warm from being fucked and so if nothing
else, we had gotten off to a great start!
THE END