Gender: Male Age: 24 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Comments are very welcome as usual|
I had married Frank on a beautiful Saturday. I was in my mid 20’s and Frank was just getting started as a doctor in a small town nearby my parents place.
We had first met in school when Frank was 18 and I was 11. Frank, always being somewhat nerdy, still managed to be liked by everyone because he was so damn funny. He always used to do pranks on others but was a real friend when you needed one.
He was never lucky with the ladies though- a little overweight and not always wearing what was considered “hip” back at the time. Not that I cared much back then, I was too young to be thinking about boys (except for my favorite singers maybe) but in retrospective it explains a lot of what’s going on today.
We did not meet again for many years. I had my first boyfriends in high school and since I always knew what league I played in, I never settled for less than I was worth. Without false humility I guess it seems fair to say that back then I was amongst the prettiest and most desired girls in our school. One look from me was enough to have the nerds drooling with desire and turn them into willing slaves to do my homework, carry my bag, buy me lunch… well you get the idea. Sometimes I’d have three boyfriends at the same time, they all knew I wasn’t in love with them and would break up as soon as I felt like it but they still kept quiet.
It all changed when I turned 17. School was getting serious business for me now, my grades had always been average at best and I wanted to get a decent job after high school. My parents couldn’t afford college, so I’d have to be on my own feet as soon as possible. Yet I had gotten used to a certain standard of living that I wanted to maintain. And that meant for me to settle down a bit. By then I was dating Rob, a tall, quiet guy. But he was the star of the basketball team. And I guess it’s fair to say I had finally fallen in love with someone.
Rob was all a girl could wish for: understanding, incredibly good looking, smart but not nerdy and really supportive. And he had the driest sense of humor one could ever have. He wouldn’t say much all day, not because he was shy but because he felt he didn’t need to talk when it wasn’t necessary, but then when you least suspected it he’d just drop a one-liner that had you lying on the floor laughing. Last not least he was a hell of a ride in the sack. I had started having sex with 14 and by the time I’d met Rob there were tons of boys and even one threesome I’d had. But he was just perfect. His body was incredibly sexy- Rob was 6’2’’, slim but muscular. But the nicest thing about him was his cock. I’m not ladylike when it comes to this part of the male anatomy. If a guy has a nice tool it drives me nuts. And Rob’s was sheer perfection. It was average length but was pretty thick and veiny. And he was circumcised which I always favored. And back then people weren’t shaved down there, but even today I sometimes wish I could jerk his manhood while licking his cum-laden heavy balls. It still makes my panties wet, when I remember my favorite sexytime with him.
His team had surprisingly made it to the regional tournament; Rob had started well but twisted his ankle in the second quarter. He tried for some minutes but eventually he had to quit. My friends and I were watching the game and as soon as I noticed Rob walking off into the dressing rooms I followed to console him. I knew that this was his most important game of the season and not being a part anymore was weighing heavy on him.
When I came into the locker room Rob sat on the bench and his dad was in front of him looking at his ankle.
“It’s pretty bruised but I don’t think anything is broken or badly injured mate, just take it easy for a couple of days and you’ll be fine.”
Rob nodded and looked up at me. He didn’t need to tell me how he felt, I knew he was heartbroken. Not being able to play the tournament was a real downer. Still he looked incredibly fine, his body was still soaked in sweat. His broad shoulders were glistening in the artificial light of the locker room, a drop of sweat was running down his neck under his jersey. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to watch it run down his hard abs and then lick it off as it runs down his lower body towards his magnificent dick.
“Guess I’m not wearing my favorite high heels to the prom next week.”, he suddenly exclaimed.
His dad burst out laughing and stood up.
“We’ll see about that buddy, I’ll be outside to catch the rest of the game. Take a shower and get dressed. You comin’ Maggie?”, he asked me.
Half-heartedly I agreed. Rob’s dad was nice but pretty conservative. I had already been daring enough to come inside the locker room like that in the first place. Although Harry allowed us to have sleep overs he still wouldn’t make it easy on us.
In the hall I had a sudden idea.
“Hey Harry I’m going to take off. I want to surprise Rob and cook dinner for him.”
“Yeah okay, see you at home. Leave some for us will ya?”, he replied over his shoulder. His mind was on the game again, so he’d probably have forgotten it by the time.
I waited outside for some seconds and then quickly returned to the locker room. Just when I was about to enter I saw Rob taking of his jersey. He had his back turned to me and not yet noticed me. I stood there for a moment and admired his muscles move and flex as he did that and then proceeded to take his other shoe off.
Then I took of my top and undid my skirt and walked up to him just in my bra and panties. He didn’t even seem surprised when I touched his lower back to let my hand slide up his back. It was smooth and slick from all the sweat. And for some weird reason that even turned me on more.
Rob didn’t say much as usual. He took his shoe off and then turned around. By now he was only wearing his shorts- and fuck-me- he looked good. All he did was raise his brow as he always used to do when he was surprised by something. This time it was me only wearing my underwear.
I kissed him and within seconds we were making out. I could smell his body, it smelled like a man should. Not stinky or bad in any way like you would suspect when someone is soaked in sweat. To me he smelled addictive, it drove me crazy. Even if his dad would walk in now, I would not be able to stop. I started to kiss his neck and tasted the saltiness on my lips. My hands were sliding down his back into his shorts and I started grabbing his ass and pulling him towards me. I really wanted him, wanted him to take me. With all the sex I had so far, and that was admittedly a lot, I didn’t recall ever being this crazy for a guy. My panties were dripping wet by now, I could really feel my juices running down the side of my inner thighs.
“Jeez Meg…now?!”, was all he managed to mutter. But he did not disagree when I continued to kiss and lick my way down his sweat soaked neck towards his chest. I could already feel his massive erection pressing against my lower belly.
“I want to taste you.”, I moaned seductively. I knew he would not be able to resist me. Every boy in school was after me, they even offered me money just to go out with them. But never has anyone wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted to fuck Rob that moment.
I knelt down. His fat veiny penis right in front of my face, the only thing between me and him were his boxers. I kissed the front side of them, and inhaled his scent. Heavenly, divine. My hand touched the silhouette of his erection and grabbed. I heard him groaning, whether pain from his injury or pleasure from my touch- I didn’t give a shit. All I cared about was to taste him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I started massaging this menacing piece of manhood. Until I could see a drop of clear liquid appear through the fabric of his boxers. Without a moment’s hesitation I kissed it away to taste the superb saltiness of his pre-cum.
As I started to jerk him faster he suddenly groaned:
“Please Meg, this is awesome, but please let me sit down.”
Looking up at him I nodded and watched as he slowly descended upon the wooden bench. I crawled in-between his legs and started kissing the hem of his boxers and pulled them down. With a few moments delay his cock sprang free and slapped against his belly. Now he sat there in all his majesty. From my point of view it was a sight to be seen. I felt delightfully degraded, as I was kneeling in front of him, my face only inches away from his balls, then his stiff cock resting all its weight on his flat stomach, his big chest with the slight chest hair, and then his face. Eyes closed he just enjoyed the moment and the pleasure only I could bring him.
And so I began servicing him. I ran my tongue over his ball sac, and immediately tasted his sweat on them. I sucked one into my mouth to feast on this taste. My right hand meanwhile started to jerk his beautiful slick erection. After a few moments I could not wait any longer, I kissed his shaft and made my way up towards the tip of it. Without hesitation I jammed my mouth as far down on his dick as I could manage. He moaned and ran his hand through my hair. I wished he would just grab it and use me for his pleasure. But he was, of course, too gentle to do that.
While I now gave him head the best I could, my hands massaged his well-filled ball sac and every once in a while I would lick up the saliva that ran down them. I knew he liked it when I didn’t make a mess of myself and us when I blew him. Suddenly I noticed a stream of spit running down the side of his testicles.
“Let me get that baby”, I cooed and without thinking about it lifted his healthy leg aside and kissed my way down the trail of wetness, while my hand jerked his dick. It was only when I had reached the final drop of spit that I fully came to realize what exactly I was doing. And the sheer rate of perversion I was displaying was making me even hornier, I was just about to lick my spit off a mans asshole. There was no part of the proud and arrogant high school queen left in me. What I had become was a meer tool to satisfy his urges.
"Oh god... I'm gonna cum soon.", he moaned.
I had never done this before, but I wanted to show him that there were no limits to what I was willing to do to make him feel better. So I engulfed his slick cockhead with my full red lips and swirled my tongue around it. It only took a split second until his hips started shaking and I felt the salty-bitter taste of his seed cover my tongue and hit the back of my mouth. The warm sensation of him spending his lust inside my mouth made me wish I hadn't so often before rejected taking care of him this way.
After he released the last drops of his strong seed on my tongue I swallowed and kept on sucking his dick a little more, hoping he would get it up and fuck me. My panties were thouroughly soaked and I was just about to undress when we heard the noise from the game, indicating that it was half-time. I had just seconds to get up and leave the locker room. I gave his body a final longing look and collected myself.
"I'm gonna fuck you silly tonite.", I warned him jokingly. He just smiled at me but remained silent.
I was out just in time and made my way home. On my drive home I could smell his scent on my clothes and still taste his semen on my tongue. Without really consciously deciding on this, I slipped a hand in my panties and started to massage my clit. It took me some moments to realize that I was masturbating while driving. And since my car was a nice red convertible that my dad bought for me, I was giving a nice show to the middle-aged guy in the car next to me at a red-light. I just noticed when I was already too far into it, that he stared at me as I wiggled and shifted my wet bottom on the seat of my car, while I rubbed my wet cunt to orgasm. When it finally hit me I looked over to him and moaned as I noticed his right hand moving, probably he was jerking himself off as well now. I kept my eyes locked on him as my juices soiled my panties and the leather of my seat.
When I finally arrived home, I had calmed down a little and felt ashamed at what I had just done. I carefully crept inside our house and up to my room. Nobody should notice the wet spot between my legs and the smell of man-sweat. If mom or dad would've seen me this way there would be no denying what I had done.
I got in the shower and cleaned up. It took me two hours to decide on which dress I would wear to Rob's house. I went for a short white summer dress with red flower prints. Also I put on the finest pair of white silk panties I owned. However, I felt kinky and so I decided to leave out the bra and feel the cool sensation of the thin dress rub against my hard nipples.
It took me twenty minutes to get to his place. My heart was racing and my panties were already soaked again. In my head I ran a dirty movie of all the things I would to with him tonight. We'd have dinner with his parents and I imagined massaging his crotch with my feet under the table. All the looks my cleavage would get from him, his little brother and dad. But only he would get laid by me that evening. After dinner I imagined we'd go to his room were I would just let my dress fall to the floor and show him my tits. I'd give him head first, to taste his cum again before I'd lay him on the bed and pleasure myself on his dick. And tonight I wanted to feel him bare. We'd always used condoms before, but tonight I wanted to feel his skin inside my pussy.
When I entered the driveway I noticed that his parents car was not there. Instead there was another car there, which I knew was his uncle's. I felt relieved and dissappointed at the same time because we wouldn't have dinner with his parents. At the one side I had been looking forward to get kinky and enjoy the men's stares, as both his father and little brother had always been oogling my tits and tonight they were on proud display. On the other side, I was glad not to have to endure his mother's arrogance towards me and not having to talk to her. Shelly had never liked me, it seems she could stand losing her eldest's attention to another woman.
Slowly I opened the door and crept into the hallway. I hoped Rob would be talking to his uncle in the living room, my idea was to sneak into his bedroom and get naked to surprise him when he came up. As I made my way towards the stairs I noticed the silence. Where they out in the garden maybe? I was about to shrug my shoulders and walk on as I heard a creaking noise. Again. And again. Before I realised what it was I was hearing I heard a girl's voice scream out:
"OH SHIT YES! OH..."
It hit me like a hammer in to the face. This wasn't uncle Jeff stopping by. It was his daughter, who had always been awkwardly flirty towards Rob on the rare occasion that I had met her. Unable to move, I felt my throat tighten up, my chest felt it had been ripped open and someone was squeezing my heart with his bare hands. My skin felt like someone had poured out burning hot oil all over it.
"YES! YES! AH!", his cousin's voice shouted again as I heard Rob's voice grunt and moan.
I did not need to see to believe but I now had to see it anyways. And there he was, his cousin, I guessed she was already in her 20's, rocked her slightly fat hips and ground her slutty incestous cunt on his beautiful dick as she rode him cowgirl-style.
The tears that ran down my face were something I only noticed when I arrived home and my dad asked what had happened. I don't even remember my way home.
All I knew was that the love of my life had betrayed me. The one guy I would've been happily faithful to was cheating on me with his ugly fat-assed freak of a cousin.
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