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I would’ve never gone to see Sean that night if it wasn’t for my threesome. Sean wasn’t the kind of guy I would date. He was a bad boy and had a track record of breaking hearts and cheating. However, he was the kind of guy I would fuck. The threesome opened up a door to a more adventuresome side of me that I didn’t know existed. They weren’t even fantasies before that night, but now I wanted to turn them into realities.
First on that list was Sean. Yeah, he was a bad boy, but he was also the hottest guy I knew. I had known him since he used to pull my hair on the bus and snap my bra in the middle of the hallway middle school. He asked me out several times in the following years, but I always said no. He invited me to come over to his place multiple times and I’ll admit I fantasized about it, but I always said no.
At least until I ran into him at a house party. Maybe I could blame the alcohol. Maybe it had been two weeks since the threesome and I was horny as hell. Whatever it was, when he asked if I wanted to hangout sometime, I said yes.
That was on a Friday night. The following night he sent me a text message and once I was sure my parents were asleep, I snuck out of the house and walked the three blocks to his house.
I wasn’t as nervous this time, compared to the time I drove to Connor’s house. Lines had been crossed that couldn’t be uncrossed with Connor and his friend. This time I knew exactly what Sean wanted and I knew that I wanted the same thing.
He was waiting for me at the sliding glass door and when saw me, he quietly opened it. I wasn’t nervous, but as I stepped inside of his living room, I still couldn’t believe that I was there. The old me would’ve never stepped foot in there.
I went over there on the pretense that we would watch a movie. Technically we did watch a movie, well at least Sean put one on the television. We watched it on the couch for maybe five minutes tops. By the time the opening credits were done, neither of us were watching it.
He looked at me, I looked at him and next thing I knew he was kissing me. His lips strong and dominate. His kisses almost too intense, but at the same time they made me want more.
It wasn’t too long before I was on my back with him on top of me. Things happened fast, almost too fast. However, I told myself to relax and enjoy it. And I’ll admit I was enjoying it. He was hard, his cock pressed against me. The only things keeping keeping us apart, the thin fabric of my yoga pants and thong, his jeans and underwear. He rubbed his cock against me and I forgot all about the hair pulling and bra snapping. I wanted him inside of me.
What happened in the next five minutes puts a new definition to dry humping. It was as close to having sex as two people could do with their clothes on. Far more intense than anything I had ever done with my ex or any other guy. It was years of built up sexual desire starting to be released.
I took off my sweatshirt and he wasted no time attacking my breasts. Again on the verge of being too intense. He was rough, squeezing my breasts in my bra, then pulling down the cups of my bra to nibble on my breasts. It hurt, but I wanted more.
I reached my hands down and unzipped his jeans. I found his cock about ready to break out of his boxers. I slid my hand into his underwear and felt his hardness, already slick with his pre-cum. I stroked him and imagined what it would feel like inside of me.
“I don’t have any condoms.” Sean said in between kisses on my neck. “Is that okay?”
I paused and let go of his cock. Yeah, I was on the pill and I did have unprotected sex with Brian, but that was in a long-term, committed relationship. I didn’t see anything long-term about Sean, not to mention I knew he had been around the block a few times. I wanted to ask him why he wouldn’t get condoms when he knew I was coming over. However, I didn’t. I tried to play it cool. “Maybe another time. How about tonight a blowjob?”
I didn’t often go around offering blowjobs. With Brian I would suck his cock, but only when asked. More of a girlfriend duty than anything else. However, I didn’t want to leave him with the feeling of blue balls. Plus, I’ll admit that part of me was turned on to suck his cock. It reminded me of the night of the threesome.
“That’s fair.”
More than fair if you ask me, but he didn’t. Instead he climbed off of me so we could switch positions. He sat on the edge of the couch. I got on to my knees in front of him.
I pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. I took a deep breath, unhooked my bra and let it fall to the side. He couldn’t resist cupping my breasts as I pushed my hair back.
I looked up at him and he looked down at me, his hard cock between us. The air was cool on my topless body, but my lust kept me warm.
I wrapped one hand around him and stroked his long, smooth shaft. A month ago, I would’ve never imagined this happening. I mean he was Sean. Nothing but bad news. He didn’t date girls, he just used them and now this was exactly what I wanted. Maybe it was something I’d always wanted and now I could finally admit it to myself.
The expression on his face said that he liked it, but wanted more. I pushed my hair back one more time, then lowered my head to him. I opened my mouth and took his head into it. I wrapped my lips wet tight around his shaft.
I kept stroking his cock with one hand. At the same time I slid my lips up and down him. He grew harder with each movement I made and it just turned me on more and more. I loved having this kind of effect on a guy. It made me feel so sexy, so powerful and so damn slutty.
I used my hand to hold him in place as I increased the movement with my mouth. I went faster and my lips traveled further and further down his shaft.
But he wanted more. He took his cock away from my mouth and for a moment I was confused. Had I done something wrong? I wasn’t sure what to do as he cupped my breasts.
This time he didn’t just fondle me. He guided me forward until his cock was between my tits. I knew of titty fucking; I mean I had heard guys talking about it, but it was never anything I had been involved in personally. But here it was happening.
As he held my tits tight, he slid his cock into my cleavage. The sensation of his hard cock between my soft cleavage felt so erotic.
However, the angle wasn’t right. Neither of us were comfortable and he kept slipping away from my tits. That’s when he guided me on to my back.
From that position I felt submissive. I felt like I was his. I felt like I had been missing out in something after being in a relationship for so long. I was finally making up for lost time, having fun and being who I wanted to be.
This time he positioned himself over me. He stroked his cock and I pushed my tits together for him. I didn’t care if he told anyone at school that Monday. I didn’t think he would because he wouldn’t risk blowing a good thing, but even if he did, all I wanted was to make him come.
He pushed his dick between my breasts and fucked them. This was a much better angle, much more like him actually fucking my tits.
He looked down at me with a grin. I couldn’t help but smile back. I was having so much fun I was giddy.
“I’m going to cum on you,” he said as he pushed his cock into my cleavage.
“Okay.” My words agreeing to it just slipped out of my mouth like this was something I did everyday. I had planned on making him come with my mouth, then spitting it out afterward. My ex-boyfriend came on my stomach once and my waist a few times, however it was nothing like a cumshot that I’d heard guys brag about, girlfriends admit to have doing and had seen in porn videos. It was nothing I had any interest in ever doing. Cum was gross. It smelled, it was sticky and didn’t really taste that great. However, this was a new me. A new me that wanted to at least try it once.
Seconds later he pulled his cock out of my cleavage and held it over my face. Thick globs of cum erupted out of the tip. Those globs of cum shot all over my face. It was hot, thick and hit me harder than I expected. It didn’t seem real.
I wish I could say that I laid there and took his cum like a porn star. Instead, I started to squirm, grossed out by feel and smell. I wouldn’t say that I didn’t like it, but at the same time it kind of grossed me out.
His cum coated my skin, covering my lips and shooting everywhere from my chin to forehead. The last drops fell onto my cleavage. I didn’t feel like the sweet and innocent, straight-A student anymore.
After a trip to the bathroom to clean my face, I returned back to the couch with what I’m sure was a silly grin on my face. I still couldn’t believe what had happened.
“I didn’t know you were that kind of girl,” Sean said as he returned from his turn in the bathroom.
“Me neither,” I answered. I didn’t know where this was going, but I didn’t see myself going back to the way I used to be. I enjoyed being a slut to say the least.
First on that list was Sean. Yeah, he was a bad boy, but he was also the hottest guy I knew. I had known him since he used to pull my hair on the bus and snap my bra in the middle of the hallway middle school. He asked me out several times in the following years, but I always said no. He invited me to come over to his place multiple times and I’ll admit I fantasized about it, but I always said no.
At least until I ran into him at a house party. Maybe I could blame the alcohol. Maybe it had been two weeks since the threesome and I was horny as hell. Whatever it was, when he asked if I wanted to hangout sometime, I said yes.
That was on a Friday night. The following night he sent me a text message and once I was sure my parents were asleep, I snuck out of the house and walked the three blocks to his house.
I wasn’t as nervous this time, compared to the time I drove to Connor’s house. Lines had been crossed that couldn’t be uncrossed with Connor and his friend. This time I knew exactly what Sean wanted and I knew that I wanted the same thing.
He was waiting for me at the sliding glass door and when saw me, he quietly opened it. I wasn’t nervous, but as I stepped inside of his living room, I still couldn’t believe that I was there. The old me would’ve never stepped foot in there.
I went over there on the pretense that we would watch a movie. Technically we did watch a movie, well at least Sean put one on the television. We watched it on the couch for maybe five minutes tops. By the time the opening credits were done, neither of us were watching it.
He looked at me, I looked at him and next thing I knew he was kissing me. His lips strong and dominate. His kisses almost too intense, but at the same time they made me want more.
It wasn’t too long before I was on my back with him on top of me. Things happened fast, almost too fast. However, I told myself to relax and enjoy it. And I’ll admit I was enjoying it. He was hard, his cock pressed against me. The only things keeping keeping us apart, the thin fabric of my yoga pants and thong, his jeans and underwear. He rubbed his cock against me and I forgot all about the hair pulling and bra snapping. I wanted him inside of me.
What happened in the next five minutes puts a new definition to dry humping. It was as close to having sex as two people could do with their clothes on. Far more intense than anything I had ever done with my ex or any other guy. It was years of built up sexual desire starting to be released.
I took off my sweatshirt and he wasted no time attacking my breasts. Again on the verge of being too intense. He was rough, squeezing my breasts in my bra, then pulling down the cups of my bra to nibble on my breasts. It hurt, but I wanted more.
I reached my hands down and unzipped his jeans. I found his cock about ready to break out of his boxers. I slid my hand into his underwear and felt his hardness, already slick with his pre-cum. I stroked him and imagined what it would feel like inside of me.
“I don’t have any condoms.” Sean said in between kisses on my neck. “Is that okay?”
I paused and let go of his cock. Yeah, I was on the pill and I did have unprotected sex with Brian, but that was in a long-term, committed relationship. I didn’t see anything long-term about Sean, not to mention I knew he had been around the block a few times. I wanted to ask him why he wouldn’t get condoms when he knew I was coming over. However, I didn’t. I tried to play it cool. “Maybe another time. How about tonight a blowjob?”
I didn’t often go around offering blowjobs. With Brian I would suck his cock, but only when asked. More of a girlfriend duty than anything else. However, I didn’t want to leave him with the feeling of blue balls. Plus, I’ll admit that part of me was turned on to suck his cock. It reminded me of the night of the threesome.
“That’s fair.”
More than fair if you ask me, but he didn’t. Instead he climbed off of me so we could switch positions. He sat on the edge of the couch. I got on to my knees in front of him.
I pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. I took a deep breath, unhooked my bra and let it fall to the side. He couldn’t resist cupping my breasts as I pushed my hair back.
I looked up at him and he looked down at me, his hard cock between us. The air was cool on my topless body, but my lust kept me warm.
I wrapped one hand around him and stroked his long, smooth shaft. A month ago, I would’ve never imagined this happening. I mean he was Sean. Nothing but bad news. He didn’t date girls, he just used them and now this was exactly what I wanted. Maybe it was something I’d always wanted and now I could finally admit it to myself.
The expression on his face said that he liked it, but wanted more. I pushed my hair back one more time, then lowered my head to him. I opened my mouth and took his head into it. I wrapped my lips wet tight around his shaft.
I kept stroking his cock with one hand. At the same time I slid my lips up and down him. He grew harder with each movement I made and it just turned me on more and more. I loved having this kind of effect on a guy. It made me feel so sexy, so powerful and so damn slutty.
I used my hand to hold him in place as I increased the movement with my mouth. I went faster and my lips traveled further and further down his shaft.
But he wanted more. He took his cock away from my mouth and for a moment I was confused. Had I done something wrong? I wasn’t sure what to do as he cupped my breasts.
This time he didn’t just fondle me. He guided me forward until his cock was between my tits. I knew of titty fucking; I mean I had heard guys talking about it, but it was never anything I had been involved in personally. But here it was happening.
As he held my tits tight, he slid his cock into my cleavage. The sensation of his hard cock between my soft cleavage felt so erotic.
However, the angle wasn’t right. Neither of us were comfortable and he kept slipping away from my tits. That’s when he guided me on to my back.
From that position I felt submissive. I felt like I was his. I felt like I had been missing out in something after being in a relationship for so long. I was finally making up for lost time, having fun and being who I wanted to be.
This time he positioned himself over me. He stroked his cock and I pushed my tits together for him. I didn’t care if he told anyone at school that Monday. I didn’t think he would because he wouldn’t risk blowing a good thing, but even if he did, all I wanted was to make him come.
He pushed his dick between my breasts and fucked them. This was a much better angle, much more like him actually fucking my tits.
He looked down at me with a grin. I couldn’t help but smile back. I was having so much fun I was giddy.
“I’m going to cum on you,” he said as he pushed his cock into my cleavage.
“Okay.” My words agreeing to it just slipped out of my mouth like this was something I did everyday. I had planned on making him come with my mouth, then spitting it out afterward. My ex-boyfriend came on my stomach once and my waist a few times, however it was nothing like a cumshot that I’d heard guys brag about, girlfriends admit to have doing and had seen in porn videos. It was nothing I had any interest in ever doing. Cum was gross. It smelled, it was sticky and didn’t really taste that great. However, this was a new me. A new me that wanted to at least try it once.
Seconds later he pulled his cock out of my cleavage and held it over my face. Thick globs of cum erupted out of the tip. Those globs of cum shot all over my face. It was hot, thick and hit me harder than I expected. It didn’t seem real.
I wish I could say that I laid there and took his cum like a porn star. Instead, I started to squirm, grossed out by feel and smell. I wouldn’t say that I didn’t like it, but at the same time it kind of grossed me out.
His cum coated my skin, covering my lips and shooting everywhere from my chin to forehead. The last drops fell onto my cleavage. I didn’t feel like the sweet and innocent, straight-A student anymore.
After a trip to the bathroom to clean my face, I returned back to the couch with what I’m sure was a silly grin on my face. I still couldn’t believe what had happened.
“I didn’t know you were that kind of girl,” Sean said as he returned from his turn in the bathroom.
“Me neither,” I answered. I didn’t know where this was going, but I didn’t see myself going back to the way I used to be. I enjoyed being a slut to say the least.
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