Apologies for the premature ejaculation of the first version of this story. I wanted to try writing first-person, but failed to be consistent. Working full time and going to college part time, I also tend to write this stories quickly when time permits, so again my apologies for the sloppiness.
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Chapter I - Football Fun Bucket
Here is my first confession. My name is Kim, and which is all you are going to get. A white Jewish girl from Oregon, pale skin with large tits, long legs, and a nice firm ass. My hair is brown with a hint of red, very curly and thick. My eyes are green. Large, pink nipples, and dark skin around my vagina and anus.
I am an only child and home schooled, so I didn't get to experience must in high school, or have many friends. But in medical school I made up for this later in life, and began my adventures in my mid twenties. We homeschoolers might be antisocial, but we made up for it in education. And for my part, I wonder if it had not made me a nympho, too.
I think I've always had a high sex-drive. When my parents were away, since I was sixteen, I'd go around the house naked. It felt good. The house was mostly made of glass, built next to a lake, and no neighbors could see. But anyone hiking in the woods could, and that aroused me. A creek went through our courtyard and out into the lake. I often skinny dipped in our heated pool, and if it was warm enough, in the lake itself.
I masturbated a lot, but was a virgin until I met Killian. That is another story. For now, I need to get this story off my tits, first. Well, not entirely a virgin, as I popped my own cherry with a dildo, and learned they gave me rashes. My pussy would only allow bareback flesh inside it.
But back to my first confession. Sigh... this is going to be tough. But I have to do it. My therapist insists on it. I'm thirty-five now, and I have a problem. So I have to explore where the problem began.
Here I go. Age twenty-seven at my house, hosting a football game for Killian and his friends.
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I sat next to Killian during the playoffs, and tried my best to be as interested as he and his friends were. I knew a few of his friends, but most of them were strangers. All in their twenties or early thirties, of different shapes and sizes.
I leaned against him and whispered into his ear. "I didn't know you had so many friends."
"I just know Martin, Cedric, and Lucas, babe. Those are their friends. It's just a football party, don't worry."
I put a hand on his thigh to let him know I was horny, and kissed him. A slow, warm kiss with a little tongue. I was horny as fuck that morning, and hadn't had a chance to make love before Killian left to go get supplies for the party.
Unusual, that. Especially when I wasn't fertile and he could cum all he wanted in my pussy. He usually did in the mornings before he went to work. A Pump & Run they liked to call it. I came easily with quickies, so I didn't mind.
But not this time. I had the morning to wander the house naked and think of him, but then had to get dressed by noon. I had hoped for a quickie when Killian got to my house. He could only sleep over when my parents were away, so it was a rare weekend they had together. Sleeping and fucking all day and night.
"Come on, baby. A quickie in the bedroom?" I whispered.
"We will, don't worry. I want you really hot and bothered, first."
"Why?"
"Because you're really fucking hot when you're really horny."
He lifted a beer glass to my glass, smiling. I was already getting buzzed.
"Man, what a nice house," one of Cedric's friends said from the football team at college. Cedric was in football himself, a large black man with a goatee and green eyes. His friends were big men as well, and nice to watch. "This is your girl's house, Killian?"
"My parents," I replied, surprised to sense I was slurring a little. "So don't make a mess."
"Aw, hell no. We won't, girl," he smiled at me.
I was bored. I just didn't care enough to learn it or be interested. The human body is what fascinated me. Arteries and cells, brains and hearts, and dead bodies didn't bother me one bit.
I wore a simple yellow summer dress and white high-heels. Since it had a revealing slit down the center, I kept modest with a white sports bra underneath. White panties as well, which I normally did not wear. I liked going without underwear for Killian, and lesson the barriers between his cock and my pussy.
Thinking of sex was driving me nuts. Why was I so horny that day? Because of the other men? Some of them were definitely very handsome, no doubt about it. But I knew all of Killian's friends had girlfriends or were in committed relationships. I sometimes wondered what I would do if Killian cheated on me, and found it more arousing than I thought I should have. I thought of cheating on him sometimes, but didn't.
But fuck, if he did not fuck me soon, I might be open to a fling in the courtyard amongst the rose garden or in the forest outside!
But why was I so horny that day? I think now on it, and I have no idea. I don't even watch porn. I didn't like porn, as it just seemed demeaning and lacked any creativity. Erotic novels were much better. The idea of a gang-bang did occur to me, and what it would be like. I had seen it in porn, but could not imagine it was real, with any real emotions involved.
Right now, I just wanted half-time to come so I could get laid by Killian. I should have known he was being resistant on purpose that day.
By half-time, I was buzzing hard. And getting pissed, and said the stupidest thing ever.
"Damn it, Killian! Let's go to the bedroom. If you don't fuck me, maybe one of your friends will!"
The look on his face was priceless. Not one of concern, but as if a challenge had been made, and he had been waiting for that challenge the whole time.
"Really?" Killian said in his infuriating, self-confident tone. He was a man that had an eight-inch dick, and knew it, after all. "I dare you."
Some of the guys made catcalls and other sounds.
I gave him a dark look, wanting to call his bluff, but at the time I was just talking shit. Or had I been? I don't know. Maybe the beer and my pussy were both talking at the same time.
Standing in front of him while he sat on the couch, legs spread imperiously and with insufferable contentment, I pulled my panties off beneath my dress, and held them up with one hand for all to see, and stared at Killian.
The men were going nuts then, making a racket. I ignored them and focused only on my boyfriend.
"You getting pussy from someone else I don't know about? Maybe that's why you can't get it up?"
Now Killian showed signs of being stunned. "What the fuck, babe?"
I pulled my sports bra off next, careful not to show my tits. Once off, the dress revealed the swell of my breasts nicely down the center. Revealing, but not distasteful.
"Go ahead, take it all off," Killian challenged. "I don't mind showing off my girl."
I might have, too. But there were thirteen men in that room, and that did not seem like a good idea.
"I will in my bedroom. I'll be naked, legs spread, and waiting for you. And if still nothing happens, I'm going to turn on my stomach and not care who climbs in and takes me."
"Oh, snap! That is one horny girl! Killian, dude. You have your orders, bro!"
But Killian surprised me and grabbed my arm, and then forced me down on the couch next to him. I struggled a little, but in truth I liked it. But I was still pissed. I slapped him, and he pinned me down and kissed me. I had to remember I wasn't wearing any panties and keep my legs closed. Shit, that was dumb, I remember thinking.
