Because I Deserve It

A

My College Years

story

INTRODUCTION

This story is set in my freshman year.

I had left my home town for the first time to go to college. I was still in state -- my parents aren't wealthy -- but nevertheless nearly three hundred miles from where I had grown up and most people I knew.

It had been a nightmare finding accommodation. But luckily my Dad had a good friend who lived in the city where my college was located. He had kindly offered me a room in the house he inhabited alone, his wife having died a few years earlier.

His name is David and he became both a father figure for me and my first guide into the realm of sexuality. This story is about how David opened my eyes to some new and exciting aspects of my psyche and how I realized that my kinks ran deep. But my tale starts with regular sex, at least regular sex for me.

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PART I -- AWAKENINGS

I straddled my lover and sucked avidly on his cock - his cock that had just been deep in my ass - while pushing my pussy down onto his face and extended tongue. My right hand wasn't able to quite encircle the thick root of his shaft, but I could pull his foreskin very taut and hold him still as my head bobbed up and down, my mouth taking more of him inside with each downward stroke.

Spurred on by how he was lapping at my vaginal opening, my lips moved down to meet my right hand, which I then removed to allow me to throat his full length. I held the tip of his cock in my throat as long as I could, then pulled up gagging and spat on to his rigid member, and stroked up and down the shaft with my hand spreading the saliva all over him. I bent down and dribbled more spit over his glans and dispersed it around the purple engorged head with my tongue.

Turning I positioned myself with my asshole above his long, thick rod and lowered myself on to it. My ass had seen a lot of action since my first time several weeks back, but the ring always seemed to tighten right up again. Even having been ass-fucked just a few minutes earlier, it was still not entirely straightforward to get his bulbous head back into me. As I wriggled and pushed down, I felt a sudden upward thrust, gasped and winced as my muscles were rapidly stretched, a brief shock of pain shooting through me.

I glared at him. "Bastard!"

My annoyance was met with a grin. "You're welcome!"

I wasn't going to just stand for this abuse. "I thought that elderly gentlemen were meant to be more considerate with little girls."

He shrugged, in a 'who me?' manner, knowing I'd like this. "But I hate to see you struggling and, admit it, a forced anal entry gets you off. You love the thrill of it. You told me so."

It was hard to deny that David had a point. I adored the occasional pain of ass-fucking almost as much as the more prolonged pleasure. Why else did I keep asking him to buy larger anal toys for me?

With my first anal defenses breached, I focused on the slightly easier job of getting all of David's substantial cock inside my rather less substantial frame. I bounced slowly, taking more of his shaft each time until, with another gasp, I sat on his pubic bone and thighs, all of his cock deep within me.

Triumphantly, I said. "I'm a good girl, aren't I David?"

"You're the best, sexy spinner," he replied.

'Sexy spinner' was both a shared joke (I tell David pretty much everything) and an accurate description. I aspired to being 5'2" and very occasionally broke 100 pounds, perhaps after a heavy meal. While I didn't exactly look boyish, my curves were decidedly modest.

Skinny was a fair epithet to employ, save for a little puppy fat that persisted in the cheeks of my pale, freckled face. This was framed by mid-length hair that had a slight wave to it, and a rebellious nature, constantly straying across my moon-shaped face and getting in my eyes; they are a weird gray-blue-green if you were wondering. My head was the only place I had any hair to speak of, and what I had there had a slight wave and was dirty blonde. Come to think of it, I had been discovering that quite a lot about me was dirty.

As for being sexy, I had spent a long time feeling the total opposite of that. But I have written enough about my teenage angst before and won't bore you with it today. David's assiduous attention had made me reappraise my looks, and even taught me to appreciate my work-in-progress breasts. Maybe I looked young for my years, but David liked me, as evidenced by the ridiculously erect cock currently impaling my tight ass. So I embraced being a sexy spinner and had come to actually kinda like my tiny body.

Living up to my nickname, I swiveled on David, the twisting sensation seeming to please both of us and, holding my torso upright, started to ride him reverse cowgirl. David loved the view of his cock disappearing to the hilt up my ass, and he was soon augmenting my increasingly speedy bouncing with his own synchronous, upward thrusts.

I spun around again and leaned forward to kiss David, our tongues entwining playfully. He penetrated me more shallowly at this angle, but I was able to rock my hips in a way that kept us both entertained, while also allowing me to grind my pussy onto his pubis; I liked that feeling. David reached forward and started to massage my hooded clit. I sat upright and fucked him faster, slamming his cock up my ass, and my pussy on to his body with each downward movement.

David put his hand between our two crotches, palm up. As I momentarily paused my bucking movements, he extended his middle two fingers upward, and I lowered my pussy on to them with my ass still gripping his cock.

I rode him again, faster, now with both my holes being filled. As I sped up my motions, I knew I was not far from cumming. I sucked my right thumb - partly as I felt like it, and partly as I knew it drove David wild. With my free hand I pinched and released my left nipple, making it sting and tingle in equal measure.

David arched his back, pushing me upward, and redistributing weight from my legs to my crotch, driving both his cock and fingers more deeply into me. I came hard and loudly, leaning back with my eyes raised to the ceiling.

Coming around from my little death, I knew David was also close. Climbing off of his cock, I knelt between his legs, and enveloped the tip of his cock in my mouth. My hands were as small as the rest of me and David's cock was long, so I could fit them on his shaft one above the other.

With his glans still in my mouth, I moved my hands up and down with firm strokes of increasing speed, and wrapped my tongue around his head while sucking in time with jerking him off. David closed his eyes, and his head lolled from side to side in ecstasy.

Again he thrust upward, tightening his drawn-back foreskin and working an extra inch into my willing mouth. I jerked him harder and faster, my lower hand slamming into his body. I squeezed tighter and waited for the explosion.

David started to pant and groan, he pushed up, shallowly fucking my mouth as I pulled down on his cock. Feeling him tense, I loosened my upper hand and slid my mouth down his shaft to meet the lower one. I sucked hard and was rewarded with a fountain of salty liquid hitting the back of my throat and filling my mouth. I released my lower hand as well and sunk my face down until my lips were around the base of his violently spasming and still squirting cock.

When David finally stopped cumming, I slid him out of my mouth, tilted my head back, and let the copious amount of warm spunk drain into my stomach.

Mmm... I licked my lips and smiled at him. "No need for dessert, but I need to be careful. I hear semen can go straight to your hips."

David murmured something indistinct and I curled up next to him, my ass feeling stretched by his substantial size, and my tummy full of his warm cum. This is how boys and girls were meant to be.

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I closed my eyes for a bit, nestled against David, but was more interested in round two than a nap. It was a Saturday afternoon, and we still had hours of quality fuck time ahead of us. I wanted to make the most of them.

Shaking David, I said, "Wake up old man, you haven't worn me out yet. If you don't wake up, I'll have to either dig out my vibrator or go out to a bar and hook-up with someone."

Eyes still closed, he grunted. "They won't let you in the bar angel, not looking the way you do."

"Fuck you David!''

A grin spread across his face. "Of course you can, angel, any time!"

But I was more in the mood for sex than jokes. "Oh, you're impossible. I need to get myself a boyfriend, you know, someone less than thirty years older than me and maybe not a friend of my Dad. Someone who doesn't go to sleep when I want to play."

David now opened his eyes. "I wasn't asleep Em. I was resting my eyes, and thinking about what else we could do together this afternoon. You always insist on being entertained."

I wasn't letting him off the hook so easily. "Well there is that hook-up idea. I like the idea of sucking on two cocks and being double-penetrated. Maybe I can fuck the other guy while you have a nap."

This spurred my friend into action. "Right, I've had enough of your back chat young lady."

David rolled me so that I was facing away from him on the bedc and rubbed a nicely swelling cock between my legs from behind. He wasn't rock hard as yet, but still stiff enough to work himself into my vagina, which was dripping from my earlier orgasm. As he slipped into me, I felt him grow and harden.

He put his left arm under my neck and back over my small breasts, holding me tight. With his right arm, he reached over the other way and placed his fingers on my clit, rubbing it slowly but firmly. With me held in place by both my chest and crotch, he set up an impressive pace sliding back and forth in and out of my pussy, giving me all of his length, while toying with my clit.

I panted, "Not too bad for an old man."

My teasing spurred David on. "Not bad? How about this then?"

He rolled the two of us over. I was now lying flat on my stomach, his hand still on my clit and his cock still in my pussy. Lying on top of me, his whole body was now behind each inward thrust. The angle felt new, and he was very deep. I was also held down by his weight, unable to do anything save to accept the urgent, angled thrusts of his large, thick cock. I felt trapped, powerless, and was amazed how much those feelings turned me on.

David pulled out his left arm and instead placed his hand over my mouth, he slipped his first and second fingers into it. "Suck them angel. It will be comforting for you."

I eagerly sucked on his offered digits and it felt good. David then started to really fuck me hard and he didn't hold back. This was much faster than his normal tempo, it was harsh even. Normally he was so attentive to my needs, but right now it felt he was using me to pleasure himself. I was something to be fucked, something to make him cum. I liked that feeling. Wow! a new kink, I have a submissive side, who knew?

David's hips bucked and surged, driving his cock in and out in short, powerful thrusts, always deep in my vagina. One hand electrified my clit and I sucked hard on two fingers of the other, wishing I could have his cock in both my mouth and pussy. I tried to moan as feelings built in me, but was gagged by David's fingers. Instead I grabbed his hand, pushed all four fingers into my mouth, and sucked on them as my insides churned.

David felt me starting to cum and pulled back further, taking six or so inches out of my vagina, and then slamming them back into me with the same frantic speed. He rubbed my clit harder than I would normally be able to stand, but I was so aroused it felt good. David kept pile-driving me, and I gave myself up to an all-body orgasm that left me quivering.

Not allowing me time to recover, David pulled out, flipped me over, and turned my whole body so that I lay with my head dangling backward off of the bed. He stood across my face and steered himself into my mouth. He was covered in pussy cream from my orgasm, and was deep in my throat before I knew what was happening. Instinctively I grasped the front of my neck, which was now home to the tip of David's cock.

The base of his shaft stretched my lips further than his four fingers had. I could just about breathe through my nose, but only shallowly. And then he started to face fuck me. Not gently, not easing me into the experience, but eight plus inches of cock driven in and out of my mouth and filling my throat. Part of me panicked, the other part, the part I was learning more and more about, reached down to my pussy and started frantically fingering myself with three digits.

David paused his thrusting at the end of an in stroke and stayed still with his balls against my forehead. Then, holding me down by my neck, he pinched my nose closed. I struggled and kicked, unable to breathe. I don't know how long he kept me like this, but he then released my nose and took his cock out of my mouth, I coughed and sputtered, gulping down air.

Before I got my breath back, he pushed deep into my mouth again, and resumed face-fucking. I realized both that I had never stopped fingering my pussy and - to my utter surprise - that I was incredibly, incredibly turned on.

David repeated the same "trick" three times. It seemed that he stopped me breathing longer each time. I found myself more and more aroused by being entirely in his control. When he returned to face-fucking, I yearned for the next time he would leave me literally breathless. This new-found submissive streak clearly ran deep. It was something David had brought out in me and which I wanted to explore more.

I could feel that he was close to cumming, his rhythm slowed down and his cock began to twitch. He pulled out of me again, gripped his cock and started jerking off. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide (which was pretty easy after the stretching it had just had). David came for a long time, drenching my inverted face with cum. Cum was in my eyes, cum was in my mouth, it trickled into my nose. It ran into my blonde hair. I fingered myself wildly and pinched my nipples.

Breathlessly I squeezed out the words, "Thank you for soaking me with your cum, I want to cum for you now."

My fingers were a blur going in and out of my pussy, and I screamed as I came, spraying ejaculate like a fountain; something I had only done a handful of times before, and only as a result of earth-shaking orgasms.

I managed to sit myself up, covered in two people's cum and hugged my knees to my chest. I felt used, I was trembling, the cum in my eyes stung, or was that tears? But, despite all that - actually because of all that - I also felt deeply fulfilled. I felt like something had unlocked in me. I wanted to learn more about what was behind the now open door.

David sat next to me and cradled me to him. "Angel, you were amazing. I kept going as I thought you wanted me to. Did I get it wrong? Did I go too far?"

I took a moment, I needed to collect myself. Then spoke in a quiet voice. "No David, you didn't get it wrong. I'm just a bit shaken up. That was a lot to deal with. I'm not saying it was bad, but it was very... um... different... and I'm still getting my head around it. You have never controlled me like that before. It was actually kinda scary at times, but it was also as hot as fuck. I wanted it. I really wanted it. Was I a good submissive for you? I tried really hard, but it was tough."

David kissed the top of my head. "You were perfect. You are

always

perfect."

A thought clearly crossed his mind, and he continued more hesitantly. "Maria... well... Maria used to. She really got off on that stuff. And... and other things. Maybe I was a little on autopilot. I'm sorry if that was what happened."

A note of sadness entered David's voice as he spoke about his late wife. I knew I neither wanted to, nor could I ever, replace her. But I hoped that the mutual fun that David and I shared eased his pain just a little. I hugged him, not really knowing what to say, eventually settling for, "It's all good. You saw how hard I came, right?"

My shift of subject seemed to work, and David smiled again. "Yes, yes I did. Now let's get you cleaned up."

He picked me up and I nuzzled into his chest. He carried me to the shower and washed me tenderly, including getting his cum out of my hair. He wrapped me in a towel, carried me to his bedroom, where the bedclothes were less damp and sticky, and held me close, stroking my face and softly kissing my forehead. This time we both fell asleep.

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PART II -- CRIME

I woke after an hour or so. I had dreamed of being controlled by David. As often happens with dreams I couldn't recall the specifics. But I was aroused. I felt between my legs and I was damp. David was asleep, lying on his back next to me, his torso slightly propped up on two pillows and his legs splayed in a relaxed manner.

His chest rose and fell with his soft breathing. He looked contented. Even when totally relaxed, his penis was large. The length was less of course, but the girth that I loved so much was still there. I gently stroked it. Then leaned over to place a light kiss on the tip, tucked away under its foreskin. I was rewarded with a slight twitch.

I glanced up at David and he appeared to still be slumbering. I kissed his cock twice and it seemed a little bigger. Holding it just below the tip, I lifted it to an upright position, it was still rather floppy, but seemed to be stiffening. I pulled down on the shaft, exposing the head. David murmured and settled back down to slow breathing again.

I moved my hand up and down slowly, making his glans move slightly as the attachment to his foreskin pulled at the head. He was definitely harder now. I pulled down more firmly and could see the head swell and the shaft lengthen pleasingly.

With a few more judicial movements of my wrist, he was fully erect. Letting go, it stood firmly to attention, the large tool that had probed all of my bodily cavities so deeply and given me so much pleasure.

I leaned over again and kissed the tip repeatedly. Then I carefully moved over one of his legs and settled on my tummy between it and the other, propped up on elbows. This position gave me greater scope for mischief. I lightly gripped the base of David's cock and ran my tongue up and down the groove where his foreskin attached.

I licked the underside of the head all the way around in two semi-circles; left to right and right to left. I ran my tongue up his long shaft from between his balls back to the groove again. And then, raising myself a little, I lowered my mouth onto his cock and closed my lips on his shaft. I sucked gently and rolled my tongue over the head inside me. My mouth full of David's cock, I raised my eyes to check on the owner, who seemed still to be unconscious. I suddenly had a rather evil idea.

Quietly easing myself off the bed, I padded to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and retrieved what I was looking for. With cat-like stealth I got back on to the bed and nestled down again between David's legs. Incredibly he was still asleep.

I raised the object I had retrieved and pressed my finger on it briefly. A white foam appeared on the top of David's cock. My tongue darted out to lick it up. Mmm... whipped cream. I pressed again for a little longer and David's glans now had a little white crown around it. I lapped that up and swallowed.

Then I sprayed the can between my lips for a few seconds. Taking David's cock in my mouth, I was so lubed with cream that I easily slid down in one smooth movement until my lips met his pubis. I slid up off of him just as easily and down again. I bobbed my head up and down some more, enjoying the feeling of David's cock sliding in and out. He moved slightly in his sleep, but didn't wake.