Jen's Story by Barbwire (First time, Hetero sex, Voyeurism, Gangbang, NC)
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Firsttimes
My name is Jennifer. I am twenty years old and now live and work in NYC. Men find my petite, 5'2," but full figured body, 115lb, and 36C chest very appealing. I live with a man who has been my pimp and protector for about six months now. My story is similar to many girls who find themselves in my situation, but I need now to tell it to you, if not for its erotic appeal then maybe to help me make some sense out of my life.
I suppose it began when I was eighteen and a Senior at Bridgewater High School. My boyfriend Danny Gallo, also a senior, and I were in his basement which was divided into two rooms. One, a workshop and the other room had been fashioned into a little rec room. It really wasn't very lavish, just a room with an old couch and chair, a TV that didn't work and Danny's stereo which was housed on makeshift shelves supported by cinder blocks.
Anyway, Danny and I were in his "rec" room after school listening to music and making out. His parents both work so no one was home and wouldn't be for another two hours. We had often come here over the last month since we started going out. We usually ended up kissing and lately he would feel my breasts through my shirt or dress. This particular day was no different at least at first. We french kissed for awhile and he slowly began to move his hand to my breast. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it because I did. It made me feel very sexy to have him massage me as we kissed.
On that day however he decided to go further and moved his hand up undoing a button on my blouse. I felt his hand slide under the fabric onto the bare skin inches above my breasts and knew where he was going with this but made no move to stop him.
I really liked Danny, he was gorgeous and very popular being a star varsity wrestler on our high school team. I was thrilled when he asked me out and I wanted him to like me so I knew I would let him go further than I had gone before. I had no way of knowing, however, how far it would ultimately go.
At that moment I wanted him to touch me, to fondle my tits if only to know what it was like to have someone else touch them. I was proud of my breasts, they were larger than many girls in school and seemed to catch the eye of many of the boys as I walked down the hall between classes. I liked that they looked at me and found me attractive.
Sensing no resistance from me he continued to undo button after button until my blouse was completely unbuttoned held together only by the fact that it was still tucked in my jeans. He immediately caressed my bra encased flesh as he kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck returning his kisses allowing him full access to do what he wished. He squeezed and massaged me through the bra for some time and then became more daring sliding his hand under one of the cups rolling his fingers over my distended nipple which tingled under his touch.
He pushed me back on the couch and moved beside me slipping his arm around me as he kissed me again. I could feel the fingers of his other hand work their way under the bottom of my bra and for a moment I was confused as to what he was doing. Then suddenly he lifted his hand stretching the elastic to its limits and lifted my whole bra up so that it lay on my upper chest leaving my heavy breasts fully exposed. I made no move to cover myself as I lay there somewhat shocked by his sudden move. He immediately grabbed my right breast roughly squeezing it as he brought his lips to my erect nipple. His lips sucked it as his tongue flicked it inside his warm mouth. I had known that my boobs were sensitive, but I never knew they could feel this good. Within moments of his oral assault I had wrapped my hand around the back of his head pressing him to my swollen nipple. I had never felt anything like it - I never wanted him to stop! He did stop, however, but to my relief he went right to my other breast and sucked the previously neglected nipple into his mouth.
I loved what he was doing to me and bent my head down kissing the top of his head as he continued to suck my tits. He then raised his head up to look at me and I was a goner. He looked so cute, his puppy dog eyes gazing into mine as he reached up and pulled my lips to his. I was so excited, beyond reason at that moment and I could feel the moisture emanating from my pussy soaking my cotton panties.
As we passionately kissed wrapped in each other's arms I suddenly became aware of his erection rubbing against my leg through our jeans. I had never felt a hard cock rubbing against me before and it excited and terrified me all at the same time. As these thoughts flew through my mind he obviously had thoughts of his own because he began to hump my leg more urgently as he grabbed a handful of my fleshy mounds and lowered his head to suck my nipples again. He humped my denim covered thigh for just a few moments before he suddenly tensed up and then lay still with his head nestled between my tits.
At first I didn't know what happened, but when he got up and excused himself I saw the wetness in the crotch of his jeans and realized that he had cum in his pants.
He ran upstairs to the bathroom as I pulled my blouse closed over my naked tits not bothering to button it and just stared at the pipes and wooden beams of the basement ceiling. I felt a little guilty that I had done something wrong, but I also felt giddy and a growing satisfaction that I had turned him on so. I had made him cum!! It was so cool.
When I heard the toilet flush upstairs I suddenly felt uneasy about being in my semi exposed state and quickly replaced my boobs in the cups of my bra and buttoned my blouse. When he returned he sat down beside me and kissed me and then we just hung out cuddling and listening to music for a while until he fell asleep. Realizing it was getting late I slipped out of his house leaving him sleeping on the couch and hurried home. As I entered the house my mother called me to help her in the kitchen. My Mom was busy making dinner. It seemed like that was all she ever did, make meals and clean house when she wasn't drinking. I guess that was all she really knew how to do.
When I was ten my dad died. She seemed so lost and overwhelmed by the bills and everything and began to drink heavily. After a few months she started to bring home men who would stay overnight. She finally solved her financial problems by marrying my stepfather only a year after my father's death. He worked at the same plant where my real father had worked. He was an ok guy I guess, but I never felt very comfortable with him. He drank a lot too and when he was drunk he would make comments about my body which transformed dramatically between the ages of 13 and 16. I was very self conscious about my big tits and having him leer at me and tease me about them was very embarrassing.