All Characters in this are over the age of 18.
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My father had passed away when I was an infant, and my mother remarried a few years later to my step dad, who already had a son a couple years older than me. They never had more kids, figuring two was enough I guess, and my step father was the only father I really ever knew. I had only the faintest memories of my biological father. I was doted on by both my step father, who called me "Addy" and my mother. Dad was a doctor and mom a nurse, plus I got a big lump to go to college on from dad's life insurance, so I didn't have to worry about college costs, nor did my step brother, but...
My step brother was a useless jerk. While I studied hard and made good grades, he slid by on late nights and little studying, hanging out with his gamer pot head friends. When he graduated high school he took a job at a department store and within a couple years was an assistant department manager, which didn't pay much in the way of salary but they got to work him a lot of hours. What an idiot.
When I graduated I went straight to college and began business studies. I was in my second year, age 19, when I met Dave, who was also 19, who was a life changer for me. I had dated guys before, and made out with them, but Dave was the first to massage a breast and get a finger into me. Then finally one night we were studying at his apartment when he dropped to his knees in front of where I was seated on the couch and began kissing his way from my knees to my, well, my goodie bits, and by the time he got there I was quite warm and moist.
I didn't really object when he tugged my panties from me, but I was grossed out when he put his face in my junk and began licking my oozing moisture from me. The idea of oral sex was kind of skeezy to me, putting a guy's weiner in my mouth before then, well just the thought of it made me want to hurl. That said, I had to admit that what he was doing felt really great, and just as I would have climaxed, he stopped licking, rose up and mounted me in one quick movement.
"Noooooo" I said softly. I really wasn't saving it for marriage, but I wasn't there with Dave yet either, but I was so hot and bothered I couldn't stop and didn't want him to either. After a couple minutes of pumping in and out of me, and just as I would have climaxed from this, Dave groaned, tensed up, and filled me with his semen. The next few minutes were nice as he caressed me and we kissed. He told me he loved me and how wonderful I was, but then he flopped out of me, followed by a puddle of his goo and things were awkward. He stood up to get a towel and I saw the first glimpse of a penis, covered in my sexual mucus and dripping white, pearlescent, penis discharge. It was gross, but admittedly intriguing.
How did I know I was close to climax? Well, true I had never had sex, but I did have two hands and lots of hormones and had experimented with touching myself before, and lost my virginity one night in my room to a soft gel vibrator I had purchased that afternoon at an adult shop in a red faced, shame filled visit. We were still close and shared intimacy often if you must know, even though I had strayed and purchase an even larger one for experimental purposes. These were always kept hidden away in the bottom of an old purse for privacy's sake.
Anyway, my boobs were swollen and it had been almost four weeks since my last cycle, so that should have been a clue to me, but the next morning I skipped my first class to go to the campus clinic to get my first dose of Plan B out of an abundance of caution, a supply of condoms, and a birth control prescription.
As finals were coming up, to be followed by the winter break, I spent most of the next week studying, although I did have Dave's penis on my mind quite a bit, just from the glance I had gotten. Suddenly having a guy's thingy in my mouth didn't seem so bad. My roomie, who was never home, had talked about it a lot, grading her dates on whether they were "pussy worthy" or just "blow job worthy" so I knew there was little shame in it and it was something that not only girls did regularly but was pretty much expected of them in a dating relationship on campus. Dave and I had been seeing each other for only a few weeks, but I decided next date he would be blow job worthy. Also, after a few days I started bleeding like a stuck pig, so further intercourse was out for the time being.
My monthly visit from Aunt Flo ended just as final exams did, and Dave and I were never able to get our schedules together. Well not enough for us to get together the way I wanted. I spent most of the week in the library, studying my notes, nibbling on chocolate, and reading old issues of Cosmo for tips on how to give the perfect blow job. Mints? Ice? Cover your teeth? Lick around the rim of the head? It was a lot to remember. The good news was that it wasn't important if he ejaculated in my mouth as that sounded just disgusting and gross.
Dave left for home on Wednesday, but I had my worst final on Thursday so I couldn't share anymore intimacy with him to let him know that I considered us a couple. We promised to stay in touch over the summer, but I really doubted things would be the same when we got back.
So it was that I arrived home Thursday evening, horny and lonely. Mom and dad were out for the evening, and would be gone through Sunday evening on a small get away for them. They rarely took vacations but were always taking long weekends. My step brother Eric, or as he wanted it spelled for the benefit of his douchebag, "Tap Out" wearing, loser friends, "Arric," was at work apparently so I let myself in, carried in a car load of my stuff, mostly books and cloths, and started on my laundry.
All the way home I was kicking myself for not making time to spend with Dave, and thinking of how by over studying I had missed my chance to give head to a really nice, sweet guy. I couldn't help myself from thinking about his penis, wet with our, well my, sexual fluids, glistening in the dim light with just a drop of sperm hanging from the tip. I confess I also like the feeling of his ejaculate oozing from me. And the more I thought about it, the hornier I became.
I slipped off my panties and tossed them in with the rest of the laundry and put on an oversized Minnie Mouse tee that I sleep in, and climbed into bed with my old purse for a little me time. I guess at some point I should tell you what I look like. I'm petite, only a little over 5'2", I don't weigh much as I try to get to the gym a few times a week and watch what I eat. Everything I eat goes to my butt and thighs so I work them hard and have pretty taunt gluts and legs. Nothing goes to my boobs which are a perky B cup with pointy nips about the size of a quarter. The few boys that have touched them say they liked them, and the one guy that has seen them said he loved them, but I wish they were a little bigger. I think I would look better if they were, but whatever, they're not. I have dark brunette hair that I keep short, not quite a pixie but barely shoulder length. My other hair had recently been waxed away and I just barely had a sand paper grit of growth down there that I needed to shave, but probably would't until swimwear season started in full. Oh, and I wear glasses. I would wear contacts but don't like the idea of having to fuck with my eyes every morning. Thats about it. Now, where was I?
Oh yes. It takes me a few minutes to get going, I always feel guilty and dirty, but I can't help myself, the temptation from my urges are just too strong. I start with my finger tips, gently circling my clitoris, and when I feel the first moisture appear from my vag, a couple finger tips dip into it to be lube from my continued stimulation of my clitoris.
It might take a few minutes but soon I am truly wet and ready to start with the vibe. I turn it on, but don't slide it in at first. The low setting is enough, and frankly the high setting is a bit loud and distracting. I place the center of the vibration right on my most sensitive spot and with ever increasing pressure rotate it around and around.
Soon enough after that I am quite delirious, which is why I need my privacy. I lift my shirt up and with one hand massage my breast and play with my nips, while I open my legs fully and with a gasp or two, slip the vibe into me. It takes a few gentle strokes and twists to work it fully into me, but once in I slowly pump it in and out, its length and thickness stimulating my vag while the little motor rearranges the nerves in my clit. After a few minutes of this I am stroking it hard, my eyes closed as I focus on the pleasure I am giving myself, and just before I climax I am so delirious a bomb could go off and I would barely notice.
