Be warned, this is a long story. I did consider splitting it into two parts but eventually decided not to.
PART ONE
TERRY'S STORY
My name is Terry Nolan. As I begin this sorry tale I am twenty six years of age, of medium height and build with brown hair and green eyes. You could say that I'm nothing special to look at. I'm just an average bloke living an average life in an average town. Even my cock size is average although that has nothing to do with what happened. This is just a story of my stupid, lustful, erotic fantasy that unfortunately became a horrible, perverted, out of control and ultimately tragic reality.
I guess I was around twelve years old when I was first introduced to the delights of internet pornography by my best mate James Tompkins. We were in James' bedroom when Mrs Tompkins poked her head around the door to tell us that she was just nipping out for an hour or so to do a bit of shopping. James had his own computer and his parents stupidly hadn't activated the parental lock.
Thinking back about that experience, it was the first time that I realised I could get an erection just by looking at women's boobies. There was something so erotic about their shape and size and the way they jiggled about even when constrained by a bra. And it just wasn't the breasts. It was also the way the nipples could get so big and juicy when the woman became aroused. It was great to see and for me that was enough. I was hooked.
After this initial and too brief foray into the murky world of sex, I started to pay more attention to the girls in my class. I realised that the lumps in their jumpers were actually their burgeoning breasts. Before this startling revelation, the girls had just been an unnecessary distraction, what with always giggling and being so stupid and pathetic.
Of course this new found information proved to be pretty much useless to me at that time as I was far too immature for my age to do anything about it. No girl would even look or talk to me let alone hang out with me. I made up for my lack of female interaction by devoting my time to viewing porn on the internet. Yes - my parents didn't know about the parental lock button either! I was staggered then by how many sites there actually were, a fact that still astounds me today.
As the years went by I did eventually grow up enough to actually start dating from time to time. But I was never what you could call a stud. I was nineteen when I finally lost my virginity. I was so excited I came as soon as I managed to get my cock inside her pussy. To say she was less than impressed would be a massive understatement. We did try again a bit later and this time I managed to last at least a couple of minutes. She seemed happy enough with that because we continued to go out for a few months, our dates invariably ending up with us having sex somewhere, usually in the back seat of my car.
By the time we split up I could last around ten minutes before I shot my load so the break up certainly wasn't due to my performance, it was just that our relationship had run its course. I went out with a handful of girls after that. The sex was okay, none of them ever complained about my ability so I guessed I must be doing something right.
Even though I was dating I still watched porn regularly. I had also progressed to reading erotic stories online as well. It proved to be a pivotal moment in my life. I was soon obsessed with reading as many stories as I could and there seemed to be a huge amount of people willing to write these tales of erotica. Most of the websites I visited had the stories categorised, which made it easy to navigate my way around the different genres on offer. It seemed there was no end to the choices available.
Over time I found my preference was to those stories generally tagged as erotic couplings. This one area seemed to cover most genres so was an easy way to get my fix. I also started to like those stroke stories that told of ugly, fat old men getting it on with much younger women. I knew it was unrealistic; for a start all the old men had massive cocks; but I liked it all the same.
So there we have it. I was a healthy, virile young man who dated from time to time and usually got my leg over when I did go out on dates. But when I was home alone I masturbated myself silly either while watching porn, looking at pictures of scantily clad or naked young women or reading erotic stories.
And then I met Vicky Butler.
It was funny really how I nearly blew it with my future fiancée. I was on a night out with my best friend James together with Andy, another old mate from school. We'd been to a football match that afternoon and from there had gone straight out on the lash. We'd done the pub crawl and were now seated around a table in a nightclub having a right good laugh when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and looked up to see a young girl standing beside me.
From my seated position I was looking directly at her waist, which from my cursory glance appeared to be quite narrow. My drunken bleary eyes roamed higher, bugging out as I took in the shape of a very nice pair of tits that jutted out from her chest. Not massive but certainly a good tidy handful was my initial evaluation.
And then I looked into her face.
Shit!
She looked so cute, all sweet and innocent, with long brown hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. And if she was fifteen years of age then that was all she was! The thought quickly crossed my mind that the nightclub must be desperate for money if they'd let HER in with fake ID.
I sighed inwardly as I slowly shook my head from side to side. She was far too young for me. "Yeah?" I said, somewhat condescendingly.
She smiled brightly and then replied. "Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt you and your friends but I was just wondering... would you come and dance with me?"
"What!" I pulled a face and quickly looked at my mates, expecting to see them laughing hysterically as they revelled in my misery. But they weren't. They just looked bemused as they waited for my response.
"I said would you care to dance with me?"
"Why?" I replied quite rudely, "why would you want to dance with me?"
"Why not?" she replied with a shy smile.
"Nah... sorry love, I'm not interested," I scoffed in reply, "besides... I don't dance." And with that I turned back to my friends.
"Oh... okay," the girl said, sounding slightly disappointed as she turned and began to walk away.
"What the FUCK is up with you!" James exclaimed, grabbing at my arm, "a hot girl asks YOU to dance and you turn her down? Are you fucking insane!"
"What do you mean?" I whinged in reply, "I'm not about to go and dance with a fifteen year old. I'm not a cradle snatcher you know!"
