This is a LONG story. If you don't like long stories or stories driven by plot and characters rather than just sex, you might want to skip this one.
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of (hopefully) erotic fiction. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activities, please stop reading now. Any resemblance between the characters and any actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy or redistribute this story without the author's permission.
This story takes place in the fictional city of Springfield, California. It is also the fifth part in an ongoing series.
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"Dawn . . . oh shit, we're gonna be late!" Jeremy wasn't really that worried about it. It was Torrie's birthday, and a bunch of people were getting together for dinner and for a beach party in the girl's honor. Jeremy didn't mind showing up a BIT late for dinner, seeing as his thick, eight-inch cock was buried up to the hilt in his girlfriend's mouth.
As soon as he had gotten to Dawn's apartment to pick her up, the small redheaded girl had pulled him inside, dropped his shorts and started sucking his cock. He wasn't too surprised by this sort of behavior anymore. While shy around most people, she was a veritable sex-machine around people she trusted. The two of them had been officially dating for a few weeks, and tonight was going to be the first night she had met all his friends. That made her nervous, and something that made her feel better was a warm cock (or sometimes pussy) in her mouth. Jeremy didn't object.
Dawn's tiny-looking mouth was stretched out like a doughnut as it ensnared his sizeable black cock. No one had ever managed to deepthroat Jeremy until this small firecracker of a woman came along, and her oral skills continued to amaze him, as did her appetite.
"Okay, it's your turn," he growled. He slowly pulled his dick from between her lips, then pulled her to her feet. He unhooked those overalls that she ALWAYS wore, and let them slide down to her hips. He pushed them past her hips to find she was wearing nothing underneath the denim garment. "You were planning on gettin' some later, weren't you?"
Dawn blushed a little, making her skin glow under her beautiful freckles. She had gone so long without getting hot sex that she seemed to want it every chance she could those days. Jeremy spun her around and had her put her hands on the wall, then sank into her tight snatch with a long, smooth stroke. And he started to drill her hard, pounding into her and feeling his balls slap up into her body. It was easier to make her cum from this position, and she loved her sex a little wild.
"You're so thick," she muttered, digging her fingers into the cheap plaster of the wall. "Harder! Harder!"
He was going as fast and as hard as he could, so he responded by reaching around and grabbing her sensitive pink nipples. He played with them for about a minute as he filled her with meat, then he ran one hand down to her pussy to play with her throbbing clit. After a few more minutes of this, he stopped playing with her tits and wrapped his powerful arm around her waist and pulled her upright, fucking straight up into her body like she was just his fuck-doll. Her feet were dangling, not even touching the floor.
"Oh God!" she cried, arching her neck until her head touched his chest. Her body froze up and all her muscles tightened. She even bent her knees until she could hook her feet around the back of his legs. And if Jeremy thought she was tight before, that was NOTHING compared to the pressure her cunt could exert when she was coming onto his shaft and heavy balls.
Jeremy found it hard to believe that he had found someone like this working the concession stand at a cheap movie theatre. While shy around most people, Dawn had warmed to him quickly and that "warmth" had quickly escalated to "hot." And Dawn liked to give blowjobs, get fucked silly and she LOVED to cum.
He pulled the girl off his dick and set her back on the ground. No sooner than her feet felt earth beneath them, Dawn spun around, bent over and took his meat-pole all the way down her throat again. She cupped his balls, rolling them gently across her palm with one hand while gripping his ass with the other. She let his cock slide out, then agonizingly slowly swallowed it again. Jeremy still couldn't figure out where it all went, but his massive member continued to disappear from view time and time again.
At one point, when his cock was only halfway in, he started to groan. Dawn knew what that meant, and withdrew until only the head was in her mouth. She felt the veins of his dick pulse and pump his jizz onto her waiting tongue. And Jeremy always gave her mouthful, which made her happy. She swirled his heavy load around in her mouth as the last squirt trickled in before finally swallowing it down.
"NOW are you ready to go?" Jeremy asked with a grin.
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At the restaurant . . .
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"So you're this mystery girl we've heard NOTHING about," Torrie said as Dawn pulled up a seat beside her. The party had been going full-swing for about twenty minutes before the couple had arrived, and Torrie had already had a chance to talk to everyone else. Janine and Jessie (who was also known in the exotic dancer circuit as "Salsa") were chatting with Frank, who had put in a rare appearance. Torrie felt bad that he seemed to have been alienated a bit since things had gone south with Rachel, so she had made sure to invite him personally. Jeremy went over and sat down next to them for a bit. The two of them had pretty much reconciled in recent weeks and it was good to see them laughing together. Jeremy's sister and Torrie's best friend Rachel were chatting conspiratorially, glancing at Torrie every now and then. The pink-haired vixen wondered what her girlfriend and friend were up to.
Dawn blushed and glanced at her lap. Even though she was now officially dating Jeremy, she couldn't help but feel a bit aroused by Torrie. The pink-haired girl was wearing black spandex pants that rode delightfully low on her hips, exposing the pink straps of her thong. She wore a snug white tube-top over her small but firm breasts, and the garment contrasted nicely with her perfectly tanned skin as well as displaying her washboard abs. This was a woman who knew just how sexy she could be. Dawn tried imagining this fairly confident woman being tied up and sexually dominated. It was an enticing mental image.
"Hello. Earth to Dawn, anyone there?" Torrie said, causing the newcomer to blush even harder. "Well, at least I know you're still alive."
"Sorry," the redhead whispered. "I was listening."
"So, how do you like our Jeremy so far? Not bad is he? For a guy I mean."
Dawn grinned. "No, not bad at all."
Torrie leaned in. "Jeremy . . . he told me that he and you talked a little bit about what happened . . . with him and me. What all . . . exactly . . . did he say?"
"He said you'd been friends for a long time and . . . and that he had kinda had a crush on you. Then he told me about your depression, what almost happened, and then he told me 'bout your 'encounter' after Rachel got in trouble."
"Are you gonna be okay with that? I mean, I know you barely know me so you don't have much reason to trust me, but Jeremy's my friend now. That's it."
"I know. I think that's why he told me everything before I had a chance to meet you. No secrets. Can I ask you something?" When Torrie nodded, Dawn continued. "I . . . I'm getting my Masters in psychology, so I'm interested in what happened to you. What kind of depression was it?"
"I don't think it had a name. My psychiatrist said it was like . . . anti-social personality disorder."
"A perpetual state of lowered physiological arousal? I can see how that could manifest itself in depression. What . . . what did it feel like?"
"It didn't feel like anything," Torrie said, waxing introspective. "It was like the absence of feeling. It . . . it was almost like when someone lowers the sound on your television just a little each day. At first I didn't notice, then things seemed less and less clear to me. I kind of heard what people were saying, but it had to be something important or psychologically REALLY loud or else I just didn't pay any attention to it. Then . . . " Torrie stopped and took a deep breath. "Then I didn't hear anything. The world around me might have well as not existed. I didn't care about anything anymore."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drag up bad feelings," Dawn said, afraid she had overstepped her bounds.
"One thing I learned is that any feeling, bad or good, is better than feeling nothing. Besides, I'd say things turned out pretty well," Torrie finished as the buxom Isabel snuck up on her from behind and hugged her girlfriend's midsection. "Isabel, have you met Dawn?"
"No, because you've been hogging her since she showed up," Isabel said, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek and then shaking Dawn's hand. "Nice to meet you. I hope Torrie hasn't been TOO chatty."
"No, she's been a perfect hostess," Dawn said quietly, watching as Isabel ran her hands over that perfect midsection. 'No wonder Jeremy had such a thing for her.'
"Well, I've told you about me," Torrie said, pulling up a seat, "now tell me about you."
Isabel sat down on the other side of her. "And don't leave out any of the details, no matter how dirty."
Dawn smiled as she talked about how she and Jeremy had met and how she had jumped from the East Coast to the West Coast, and she quickly found herself chatting along amiably as if these two women were old friends. She felt a little plain next to them, but they made her feel comfortable.
"No hitting on Dawn," Jeremy said, wandering over. "I just found her!"
Dawn scrunched her face. "So the all girl orgy is right out?"
