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Anna's Adventures [Part 1] free porn video
Anna tried to wipe the water running down her face off, but, it was no use. Her hands were soaked, her long copper hair was darkened and flattened with dripping water from the downpour.
“This is bullshit.” She grumbled, her arms returning to the crossed state, just letting the rain come down. She had that sinking feeling that she was going to have to walk back today, her “friends” must have “forgotten” her. Again. All the cars were pulling out from the school lot, most of them packed with people asking their friends for rides. Like she had asked Beth.
“That bitch,” Anna said, leaning forward and tucking her phone into her chest to prevent water from getting on it. She selected some music, put on headphones and tucked the phone in her drenched hoodie pocket. It would get wet, but not as wet as if she were holding it.
So, Anna began her mile and a half walk in the rain, her already sour mood worsening, dwelling on her bitch friends, and the attention she lacked. That’s what she craved, someone to actually give her the time of day. She felt invisible. She was the third person of every group, her average grades and average work made her invisible to her teachers. The only teacher who even acknowledged her existence was her Advanced Composition teacher because she actually knew how to write. Other than that, she was entirely invisible to her school. Her friends were worse, often leaving her places and not inviting her to anything. She didn’t mind, not going was better than feeling left out when there. A horn honked, and she turned the music louder.
The rain let up as her house came into view, excitement built when she noticed there were no cars in the lot. No one was home. She almost broke into a run, her parents would be gone all night. She’d forgotten, her parents went out for a few days to spend some time and likely attempt to rekindle their marriage. Anna was going to be home alone. She bolted up the few concrete steps and took her bag off and unzipped a small pouch where she kept her key. It wasn’t there.
“Fuck,” she muttered. She’d left the key either in her locker or in her room. Anna sighed and circled her house, pushing on all the windows, looking for an unlocked window. The last one was her parents’ window, which was higher up. About six and a half feet up, Anna stood about five-three.
It only took a few minutes to find a plastic lawn chair in her backyard. Using it, Anna climbed up and pushed on the window. It was unlocked, so, with a little more muscle, the window slid up. She climbed through the window and struggled a moment when she knocked the chair over with her foot. A surge of fear went through her when she thought she was going to fall, then some adrenaline kicked in and she found some strength to pull herself up through the window. Fell shoulder first onto the floor a couple feet below and groaned. A startled dog started barking, and she got up. The dog sniffed her and relaxed.
“Hey buddy,” she said, petting Duskey. Her heart was still pounding from her near-death experience. She closed the window and took a breath. She was dripping on the carpet, her shoes were waterlogged. She realized now how immensely uncomfortable and cold she was.
Her room was downstairs in a renovated basement, the basement had a wide open area with exercise equipment and a large TV that her father liked to use. He rarely used the exercise equipment but insisted he did. To the side, Anna’s bedroom took up a quarter of the basement. When he was renovating the basement, Anna had “helped” when she was little, and for that, her dad built her a new room with as much of a window as he could allow. She loved it, it offered some space and comfort that seventeen-year-old girls craved. He even took the pain to set up a bathroom downstairs complete with a shower, it helped keep the traffic upstairs down and a second bathroom is nice in a family of four.
After stripping out of her soaked clothes, Anna felt disgusting. She was soaked with rainwater and freezing, goosebumps rising all over her skin. She rubbed her arm, and stole a glance at her mirror, she looked like a mess. Her hair was matted down and soaked, starting to look worse as it dried. She grabbed two towels and opened the door, out of habit poking her head out to check if anyone was downstairs. Of course, it was empty. She stepped out, feeling the cool basement air on her naked body. Being nude helped lift the stresses she had, she felt safe in her little basement world where she could be alone.
She closed the door to the bathroom and ran the water, letting it get hot. She hopped in and the first thing she rinsed was her hair, then she rinsed the rest of her body. She shampooed and conditioned her hair, and then moved onto her body wash. She wanted to enjoy the shower after such a long, awful day. Plus, the water pressure was feeling great. So, she lathered slowly, becoming acutely more aware of her body, and the places she was touching. The warm soap and water were feeling good on her shoulders and her back.
Once she got to her chest, she took some time, fighting back the urge to lick her bottom lip. A flush raised in her cheeks, she felt a surge of apprehension at how good it felt. Her pink nipples had been hard since she’d stepped out of her room, and something between her thin thighs was beginning to ache. Anna rubbed the soap between her lovely smooth B-cup breasts. By instinct, her legs felt week as something she couldn't name surged through her body and she backed into the wall to support herself.
Then she began to lather her breasts, rubbing into them caused her to suck on her lip. Her left hand began to softly twist a nipple while her right lathered her stomach, moving to her thigh. Then she moved the left to her thigh, then both hands around to her nice soft ass. She gave it a light slap, then her left went to her cute shaved mound, lather it slowly. Her eyes watered and a soft sigh of relief escaped her lips. Her right went to a breast and massaged it softly and she leaned into the wall further, giving into her urges and enjoying the feeling of her fingers and hands.
It wasn’t enough though. Anna needed more, something to motivate her further. She reluctantly stopped, her sex ached to need. She stepped into the water and rinsed, rubbing her body with a loofah softly, using it to get her back. She took time to enjoy the feeling. Then she stopped the water and stepped out of the shower, drying herself and wrapping her hair in a towel. She dropped her body towel in the laundry hamper. Once she stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air hit her again. But this time, differently. She shivered and goosebumps formed. Her thigh ached, and she already knew she was still wet, but not from shower water.
She sped walked to her room and took the towel off her head, her hair was dry enough. She set up her laptop and put on some cute lace panties and a matching bra. Then she laid on her stomach, her elbows propping her up. She let it power on, and she felt herself stir. She’d done this before but hadn’t gone as far as she planned to tonight. Tonight, she intended to make someone’s day.
She put in her password ino her laptop one it finished powering up. She turned on her laptop cam through Skype and checked her angle. She pushed herself up, so her chest was a little more exposed and angled herself to the side so her ass was visible. She tried to fix her hair a little, and, with that effort, she deemed herself sexy enough. Though, there was still a biting feeling about her flaws. Were her dark grey-blue eyes too boring? They weren’t bright and green like Amanda’s, her hair wasn’t as fiery red as Tiffany’s. She almost just shut the laptop and went to bed, the thoughts were like knives plunging into her chest.
She swallowed the bad thoughts and turned off the camera before opening up her browser. She googled a chatroom and went to the first thing she found. The site popped up and she entered, every chat room was the same for her. It was a cesspool of guys asking for nudes. Girls who entered were hounded, and she was always bombarded. She loved it. It was like guys were toppling over each other to talk to her. She created her alias, simple “LittleAnn121”. And she entered, within a second, she heard the pops of PM’s coming in saying “Hi” “How’s it goin’ hottie” “Wanna see my big dick” or “Wanna get lucky with BBC tonight baby?” She usually replied to the nicer messages.
She talked them up, flirted and then would stop messaging when bored. She usually waited until someone with charm messaged her, someone who could carry on conversation and make her laugh and feel good. She knew his motive, but that was easy. The innuendos and near perverse talk turned her on. Made her warm and feel wanted.
Tonight though, Anna wasn’t just bored and going through messages for attention, she was horny and angry. She wanted to release. So, she responded to the guys who were outright offering to let her see their dicks. She’d only really seen a few outside porn. The first person she responded to was “LilmanBigD”:
“Hey baby, you wanna see a big dick?”
“Maybe I do.”
“Ohh, a slut huh?” She felt a shiver when she was called that word, she bit her lip and smirked.
“No, I’m a good girl”
“I’m sure you are baby. Here.”
The message was followed by a link, she hesitated before clicking the link and seeing a large, pale bulbous cock pop up. She gasped, it wasn’t nice and smooth looking like they were on porn, or shaven. It was covered by a mat of dark hair and darkly colored veins. It was thick with a swollen purple head. She gave it about seven or eight inches, though pictures could be misleading.
“Ohmygod,” she responded, putting one of her fingers to her lip, feeling her fingertip brush on her soft pink lips.
“What?”
“It’s fucking huge.”
“Thanks now lemme see you” That message was followed by a tone of ringing, he had sent a request for video chat. Her heart pounded in her chest, she didn’t know what to do. Her arms felt numb and her fingertips were numb. But the ache between her legs was there, and something in her mind screamed for her to do it. She accepted, and the screen shifted. She saw herself in the corner, and the rest of the scream was filled with just the man’s penis.
A surprised gasp came from her, and then the man on the other end. The camera shifted up to include his face. His body was hairy and aged, though not quite out of shape. He looked like he was fit once and was riding it out. He wore glasses and looked about the early thirties. He was stroking his cock and smiled when he saw her face appear. She didn’t find him attractive, all the hair was actually sort of repulsive to her. But something about the experience was electrifying to her.
“Holy shit baby,” he said in a soft gruff voice, “I didn't’ think you would be real.” He stroked faster.
Anna’s face flushed and she waved awkwardly, “Uhhm...Hi,” she said, her voice high and scared.
“Mm, sh...fuck, you’re gorgeous, the things I’d do to that young body...Uhh, let me see your tits girl.” As he talked and stared at her chest, he stroked fast and groaned.
She already felt like she was passed the point of no return. He had called her gorgeous, she had never heard that from anyone but her mother. Even then, sparingly, “Thank you,” she said, biting her lip. Her eyes on the cock. It was ugly, but something about it allured her. She sat up and brought a hand behind her back and undid her bra. Her other hand kept it there. She smirked when his eyes widened and his grip tightened. Was she doing that to him? Her face was out of frame when she raised herself to her knees and let the bra drop, freeing her B-cup perky breasts with the small pink nipples. Her panty-clad mound was visible and her slender figure was visible. She ran a hand down her side. For the first time in a while, she felt sexy.
“Oh god baby I want to fuck that little body!” he shouted, stroking his cock faster, his eyes on her. She felt her breast and pinched her nipple. The man groaned harder and louder “Fuck I’m going to cum girl, fuck! Talk to me, whore.”
She lost her voice for a moment. She didn’t know what to say, then she found something. He’d listen to anything she said, “Yes..” she said quietly, “let me see your big cock cum for me.” she said, “I wish you were here with me. My parents aren't home, I’d be loud as I wanted to be.”
She didn’t need to say more, his head lolled back and he his cock burst with white seed, about three large spurts exploded from him. The cum splattering on his stomach and it looked like some landed on his computer. Then the feed ended. He cut it.
“What?” She said, dropping her arms. Then a PM from him popped up.
“Thanks for helping me cum you beautiful slut. See you around.”
She smiled at the compliment but felt dirty. Used, but also electrified. Her blood was pumping, her heart pounding. She wanted more.
In the meantime, she’d been getting dozens of PM’s from guys. She just had to pick. Some included links, she clicked them. A lot were porn GIF’s, but a couple were actual dick pictures. All of them were hot, the pictures were all of good sized, shaved, and smooth porn-star looking dicks. This is what she’d been expecting. Though one of them frightened her, it was a picture of a black man’s dick. She was taken aback, frightened a moment. She clicked away, that being the first other-race cock she’d seen. She didn’t know how to feel, but one image stuck to her mind and made her mind race.
It was long, pale, with a few veins around the thickness. It was shaven, and the picture was ten from the bottom up, so she saw his flat, mostly-formed abs below his pulled up shirt. She didn’t even engage, he was hot. She video messaged him. It took a minute, but he answered, and all she saw was cock and abs. She was back on her elbows, her breasts hardly visible.
“Whoa, you’re real and hot. How’s it going?” He said, surprised his hand stroking slowly.
“I’m good, you don’t look bad yourself,” she responded with a smile, pulling her elbow to the side, letting him catch a glimpse of a nipple. He stroked slower.
“What’s your name?” He asked, adjusting the camera to include his face. His face was cute and young. Maybe her age, or younger. He had messed up black hair and green eyes.
“Anna,” she said quietly, her eyes on him, running up and down his impressive body. Her friends took the attention of the hot guys, and she too shy in person to go after them and they never came for her.
“Hi, Anna. I’m Troy. Liking what you see? Because I do.” he asked with a half smile.
“I do too, how big is it?” he asked, licking her bottom lip involuntarily.
“About seven and a half,” he responded, “Two and a half thick.”
“No way.”
“I’ll prove it.”
“I think I’ll believe you, it’s just big.” She sat up and on her knees, showing her breasts to him. He smiled at it and tightened his grip.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He took off the pulled up shirt, showing off the body that was definitely a hard body in progress. She got on her back, her knees raised and spread. Her upper back rested on a mound of pillows so he could see her breasts and she could watch him. Her finger began to trace her mound.
“Don’t cum too soon, I want this to last,” Anna said.
“Gotcha baby, I can’t believe I get to watch you.” She felt the same about him. She flushed and began to slide off her damp panties to reveal her pink shaven mind.
“Fuck! That looks incredible, Ann!” he shouted as she spread her lips, letting out a moan of relief.
Then Anna let herself be free and began to rub herself while playing with her breasts. “Just watch, Troy. Comment, call me what you want. I just want to know you’re watching.” She said, not knowing where the words were coming from. She let her carnal nature take over and rotated her hips to the pleasure, her eyes on the thick cock on the screen, hearing him say her name, encourage her, compliment her, give her the attention she needed. She deserved.
Her fingers took over, massaging and rubbing, her back arched uncontrollably and she moaned, calling Troy’s name as she inserted a finger, then a second and began to finger-fuck herself while her free hand rubbed her clit. Her voice went from soft to high and filled with incoherent profanity as she imagined Troy inside her. She could hear the sound of his cock getting stroked, it almost sounded like he was fucking someone. Like his thighs were slapping against hers. He groaned with her, calling her name. Then it died out. He went quiet, but she didn’t notice or care. She was almost there.
“Fuck...Fuck! Fuck me, Troy, fuck me Troy Fuucckkk~!” she screamed as her body ached and rocked. Her fingertips and toes went numb, her eyes rolled back and she went limp. Her body was in heaven, and she felt like she was glowing. After a minute, she collected her thoughts and opened her eyes to Troy breathing heavily, his cock deflated to a semi-hard status with trails of cum dribbling down.
“Holy shit...Anna...you’re incredible.” He said between ragged breaths.
“Thank...thanks, Troy. Couldn’t do it without you…” She didn’t want to disconnect him.
“So, do you have Skype?” he asked. Her heart fluttered.
“Yes, I do. Uh, here it is.” She sent him the username. “Talk later tonight maybe? I had a bad day. You might be the answer.”
“Definitely,” was his response, and the call was cut. She cleaned up and took another shower, feeling lighter. She needed to do this more often. So many exciting things she could do.
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