My boyfriend, as it turned out, didn't want to have sex with me. Of course I didn't realise it at the time, I thought he was just saving himself. That was why, even though we'd been dating since I was nineteen, I was a twenty year old virgin.
My name is Clover Heek, and I am no longer a virgin. I'm worse than that, I'm completely addicted to sex. Oral sex, in particular, for hours and hours, and if you'll let me do it you can do just about anything to me in return. And it's kind of Tom's fault that I got that way.
He was called Tom, my boyfriend, and he was still at Uni. We didn't do nothing, you understand, but he was writing for marriage. Not that he'd asked me, but I kind of thought he might. He was twenty one, after all. He was doing an economics degree and he wanted to work in finance. He liked me, he liked my family, including my dad (who's a banker). He was also rather interested in my unpleasant Uncle Phil, who owns a finance company.
But I loved him, or I thought I did. He was tall and handsome. I hadn't gone to Uni myself -- I left school and got a job when i was eighteen, and I was still living at home paying rent. Tom and I met in a bar in town and he invited me out -- and on our very first date he pushed my top down to look at my big round breasts, and then he pinched and chewed and suckled on my hot little teats until I lost control and came in a great wave of spasms, moaning and shuddering. I had no idea, till then, that I did that so easily, just from tit sucking, and he was shuddering and spurting in his pants as I did.
I couldn't resist Tom after that. My tits have always been so sensitive, and once he had his mouth on my nipples, rough and chewing, suckling, feeding off me like a baby -- I was just lost. Whenever we were out he would have them, pushing me up against a wall, licking and sucking and chewing. Sometimes he would have me kneel and get out his beautiful pink cock, then I'd squeeze my tits together and he'd fuck between them, thrusting and moaning as he pulled on my teats, all rough and hard, and even them I'd cum as he spurted on them and made me rub the cum into the round, hot globes.
After a while I began to realise that my tits were all When he sucked my teats I would moan and writhe, and try and get him to put his fingers into me, or to fuck me, or to let me take his long fat cock into my mouth, but he always resisted. And to be honest, I loved him feeding on my tits so much that I didn't really mind at first.
As time went on, though, I did begin to mind. I wanted life to move on. I lived with my father -- my mum left us some years ago. My Uncle Phil has started to come round a lot. Uncle Phil was not my favourite person. He's about six foot three, and he's about fifty. He drinks and swears in a really sexist way, and on my eighteenth birthday he found me in the kitchen, and pushed me up against the fridge where he tongued my mouth, over and over, plundering me, as I felt his hard dick pushing against me. As I struggled he grunted and then he groaned and started shuddering, and I realised he was cumming right up against me. I fought to get away, but there was nothing I could do but let him tongue me as he jerked off against me. And I saw his huge fat ugly cock. He asked me to lick it clean. I was horrified and ran from the room.
After that I avoided him like a plague. He was always talking about sex, and his girlfriends never lasted very long. He once stayed over with one of them and I heard him fucking her in the night and she was screaming that his cock was too big for her... She was gone in the morning and he had this smile on his face, and whilst I was getting the milk out of the fridge I could feel him looking at my thighs. I knew he wanted me. He used to send me texts saying, 'come and see me baby, I'll make it worth your while,' and I actively avoided him, but I started to dreamed of his cock at night, it was huge and purple with big thick veins on the side and sometimes I orgasmed in my sleep, just dreaming of it. I was appalled at myself. I tried to tell my Dad what Uncle Phil had done but he just said Phil must have had a few to many and it was nothing. And when I told Tom it made him horny, and seconds later he was wolfing on my hot tight teats and the conversation was over.
Things continued this way till the day Tom graduated. I was there, at his graduation ceremony, my tits still sore and purple from the rough sucking and chewing he'd given them the night before. And, to my surprise and horror, Uncle Phil turned up. Tom was posing for photos when Uncle Phil appeared at my shoulder and put his hand on my bum and said, "Clover, Baby, how lovely.'
I glared at him. He was looking smooth and tanned, wearing his sunglasses and an expensive suit but he sounded like a cheap bastard to me.
'Hello,' I said, trying to look haughty.
'Oh what a little slut that you are,' he whispered in my ear. 'I know you dream about my cock. I know you can't forget it.'
I went bright red, I was shocked because I thought he must know I dreamed about him, but by my reaction I'd inadvertently confirmed it, 'you can't talk to me like that...' I tried, but he laughed and touched my thigh before he moved away, chuckling.
You can imagine then, that later that day when Tom told me that Uncle Phil coming with us to our celebratory dinner-for-two, I wasn't impressed. He had, it seemed, given Tom both a job and a loan. Tom's future was secure. He was thrilled about the job, and he seemed to have no real idea about my evil uncle.
Still, the evening with Uncle Phil began to sound bearable when Tom whispered in my ear, 'Clover, I thought afterwards we might go to a hotel and I can suck your tits for hours and you can get your lovely slutty mouth on a real cock at last...'
Oh my God. I had wanted Tom's dick in my mouth for months. I was desperate to fuck him. I was so happy, that the evening passed in a blur. Tom and I were going to fuck and suck at last. I was so horny I could hardly think. As the evening went by, Uncle Phil was behaving himself, and Tom was getting a little drunk and I was getting so hot. My nipples stuck out like warning signs. Every time he got the chance he whispered in my ears, things like, 'you are going to be such a slut for me, honey,' and, 'I can't wait to see you with a fat cock in your ass...'. and 'god your tits are hot.' At one point when Uncle Phil went to the toilet he pushed me down under the table and showed me his perfect, long, pink cock. I was desperate to suck it for my lovely Tom, to work on it and gobble on it till he came then and there, but he was playing with it gently himself...'no no, baby, wait till we get to our room...'
Dinner took an eternity to pass. I hardly ate anything. Uncle Phil kept smiling at me, and I was so horny I'm afraid I flirted with him a little, and when I did I could see Tom was pleasuring himself quietly, and I was just desperate for my uncle to leave us so that I could at last ride my boyfriend's lovely cock on my virgin pussy, and drink his cum. I had no real idea what this would be like, yet I had been dreaming of it for months. Even though, in my dreams, I fear the cock was uncle Phil's.
At least, though, dinner was over, and Phil gave us a lift to our hotel. I had to sit in the front with him, which I didn't like, as he kept whispering about how he knew Tom liked to suckle my teats and hoped I enjoyed it. Tom was dozing in the back, and I was embarrassed and worried. How did Phil know about my teat sucking fetish?
'I've seen the videos honey,' said Phil, 'Tom likes to film, didn't you know?'
I had no idea if that was true. Yet, when we reached the hotel Tom perked up, and we headed inside together, and by the time we went up in the lift Phil was nowhere to be seen.
The hotel room was lovely -- all rose pink décor and big soft bed. I showered and brushed my hair, and when I came back into the bedroom the lights were dimmer and there was a collar and chain on the bed, and a blindfold. My heart lurched. Were they for me?
And there was Tom, naked and beautiful, standing by the bed.
'Lie down Clover, my little slut... I've been looking forward to this...oh God I need your teats...'
I was ready to drop to my knees and worship his cock then and there, but Tom clearly had other plans, and when he pushed me onto the bed and ripped my blouse off me I was thrilled. Soon he was feasting on me as if I were breakfast. He had fed and suckled on my teats so much over the months that sometimes they produced a tiny bit of sweet milk, and he was working for it now, pulling and chewing and milking my teats, hungry and angry, and as he sucked and squeezed and chewed and gobbled I shuddered and moaned, and begged him for more.
Oh God it was hot. He was squeezing and kneading my hot horny teats as if I was a cow! It was gorgeous, like tight hot fire in my tits. My pussy was swollen and wet and I was moaning and crying with lust for him. He pleasured me for an age, one tit, then the other, and back. His mouth was like fire, my teats aching and pained, but I couldn't stop him, and I could see he was starting to shudder and build, and I tried desperately to make him wait, but he came in shuddering jerks, moaning and whimpering as the cum spurted out of him as he feasted on my teats, and then lay across me, shuddering 'fuck, oh fuck Clover, look what you made me do...'
I felt bad for him. I was as hot and horny as a French horn in a pizza oven, but I still felt bad for him, his tit fetish was my pleasure but maybe it was out of control, "darling Tom,' I whispered, 'what can I do?'
