From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Sun Jun 01 13:06:17 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: JENIFER AND JOHN by THE SCAR From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Date: 1 Jun 1997 17:06:17 GMT -------- For those who may be inclined to disbelieve the actuality of this story, listen up: Every work is true, only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. So, away we go: Jenifer and john had never gone out before, but had talked extensively on the computer system, and bothe were interested in meeting each other. They decided on a date, when they would go to the movies. John considered on several options, but he thought it would be sage to go to a movie. After that, well, he would see how the movie went. They got off to a late start, and didn't arrive at the movie until agter it had been running for fifteen minutes. Both of them decided to go back to campus and get drunk. They stopped off at Jenifer's house, and swiped some alcohol from her father's liquor cabinet. They travelled back to John's room, and he pulled out a deck of cards. Drinking games, they both said together. It didn't take them long to get totally blitzed, and jen said she had to use the bathroom. They both stood up, and she travelled the short distance between them and gave John a long deep kiss. His mind, already affected by the alcohol, conjured up images of them together in bed. However, even as drunk as he was, he instinctively knew not to get his hopes up to high. As they kissed, he could smell the perfume she was wearing, and his underwear all of a sudden felt too small. She pulled away, and smiled at him. As she left the room, he prayed heavily, hoping that his roommate would not return anytime soon. When she returned, they continued in their card game, and continued, in the process, to get very drunk. The card game soon got pushed out, and they fell to the floor, laughing hysterically, and quite drunk. All of a sudden, Jenifer moved over to John, and kissed him deeply again. He didn't mind at all. Somehow they moved onto John's bed, and continued their kissing. John began kissing down her neck, moving in half-moons around from ear to ear. She in turn, rubbed his back with her hands, pushing him into her. Their legs entwined, and he began to instinctively grind himself into her, and she returned the pressure. Her hands cupped the back of his neck, and massaged him as he kissed her neck, working his way lower and lower. He opened up a button on her blouse, amd kissed there. The lower he went, the deeper her sighs were. He smiled, and decided to tease her a little bit. He would go lower to the point where he already had been, then go back up and kiss her neck, then go down a little lower than he was before, and then go back up. All the while, she wrapped her legs around his, and pushed her hips into his. Finally, he opened up her blouse all the way, and breathed in the aroma of her breasts. He began massaging one in one hand, while he encircled the other ni[[le with his mouth. She rolled him onto his back, and managed to take off his shirt in one smooth motion. Ahe ran her fingers along his chest and stomach, driving him wild. The sensation of her long fingernails on his skin caused his eyes to roll back into his head. When her hand got to his waistband, she ran her fingers along the length of his abdomen, teasing him unmercifully. He squirmed underneath of her, and she smiled at his anguish until she decided that he had had enough. She stradled his legs, and then ran her breasts up and down his chest. Her pert nipples barely touched his skin, and she drew circular patterns until he was pulling at the sheets with his fingers. With that, she decided to relieve some of his frustration. She undid his top button, and slowly undid each of his fly buttons on his 501's. With her indec finger, she slowly traced the outline of his rock hard prick through the fabric of his underwear. She pulled the elastic away from his skin with her fingernail, and the cool air rushed around his dick, making him take in a large breath of air. Slowly, her hands encircled his prick, and she began to slowly pump him with her hand. With her free hand, she played with he balls, running her fingers through his pubic hair, feeling the sac which hung between his legs. He rolled her off of him, so that she would be lying beside him. He kicked off his pants onto the floor, so that he could move around easily, He resten on one elbow, and cuupped one of her breasts in that hand, massaging it with his fingers. He leaned forward into the other breast, and began kissing it passionately. With his free hand, he began to unzip her pants. He felt the lace underwear under his fingertips, and gently stroked the hair underneath through the panties. Instinctively, or perhaps in was he acquiescence, he couldn't tell which, she moved her legs apart, giving him better access to her secret patch of desire. His fingers slid around the edges of the panties, until he could feel her slippery lips. He began to run his fingers up and down the length of her slit, and she pressed herself into him in rythm with his motion. He pulled his hand out from between her legs, but she wasn't ready. She took hold of his hand, and led it back down to her awaiting clit. He sucked on her nipple, pulling and tugging gently but firmly while his fingers alternately played with her clit, and ran down to her hole. Occassionally, he let one finger slide into her hole, and he moved it around inside of her. Then, he would play with her clit, and let TWO fingers fall inside of her. The first time he inserted two fingers into her, her back arched high off the bed, and her hands pushed his face deeper and deeper into her cleavage. He took his hands out of her pants, and started to unpeel the jeans from her body. She lifted herself off of the bed so that it would be easier, and he was able to take them off without too much hassle. His fingers went back to work between her legs, but this time he was able to stroke the insides of her thighs. After a while, he rolled on top of her in one smooth motion, falling between her open legs like a puzzle piece. He began to kissher on the lips, she returning his kisses with equal abandonment, when he noticed her hand snaking down between them. She took ahold of him, stroking him gently but assuredly, feeling his balls then returning to the tip of his shaft. All the while, she guided him towards her hole, and making sure there was no mistake as to what she wanted. Then, he could feel his head touching her wet lips, and the feeling excited him more than anything so far. With her hand, she ran the head of his cock up and down the entrance to her hole, and she contracted her lips around the tip of his head so that he could feel her body wanting him. Then, she placed the head right at the entrance of her hole, and told him to wait. He looked at her, confused, but he waited. She removed her hands from his throbbing prick, and slowly moved both of her hands to his ass. He could feel her hands lightly massaging his ass, at the same time as her lips were pulling at his prick. The sensations made him afraid to mocve, he didn't want the feeling to end. Her hands continued to massage him, and he began to unconsciously arch his back. Her hands came around to his chest, and she began to rub his chest with her fingers. Her lips came up to his chest, and he began to feel her legs slowly wrapping around his waist. As they did, her hole began to widen, and his prick started to enter her slit. She began to suck on his nipples, something that he had never experienced before, and his prick began to throb ecen more wildly. Her legs were wrappped aroound the small of his back now, and his cock had fallen into the opening of her pussy. Just then, the head of his cock was completely inside of here, as the widest, as the widest part of his cock was at the opening to her vagina. He wanted to thrust inside of her so badly, but he managed to control himself, just barely. Her lips and hands moved around his chest, and her breathing fell on his chest, and mixed with the cooler air of the room. She was breathing extremely heavily, and her teeth came down on his nipple rather hard. At the same time, she squeezed her legs together, pushing him entirely into her to the hilt. His reaction was something of a mixed yelp from the pain she inflicted on his nipple, and the pleasure of his prick running the length of her hole. She was very wet, so wet that he had the hardest of times controlling himself. His cock easily slid in and out of her, so that he was ready to come in almost no time at all. He gritted his teeth together so that he could concentrate on holding himself back. He pushed himself all the way into her, and stopped. She opened her eyes, and looked at him questioningly. "I don't want to come just yet," he explained. She nodded that she understood, and he kissed her on the lips, the gently on her forhead, all the while rotating his hips in a circle, a trick he learned to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Her hands went down to his ass, and she began to caress his asscheeks. His ass, uite sensitive as it was, began to contract, forcing his prick deeper inside of her. He lost all of his control, and began to pump away furiously. Her breathing became audible and rythmic "Unmnh's" matching his with every thrust. His hips began to piston into her like a frieght train, each thrust accompanied by both of their groans. Suddently, her breathing was no longer just breathing; she was moaning. She grabbed onto his ass, and began to pump harder with her hips. "Oh, God, Ohh, GOD," she was saying, soon screaming. He could feel the pressure building and building inside of him until he coul contain himself no longer. His come came rushing out so fast, his prick hurt from the onslaught. They kept pumping away at each other for a few minutes more, until they both ran out of energy. At that point, the phone rang. "John picked up the phone. "Get your clothes on. I'm coming back in." Damn, it was Stan, John's roommate. "Give us ten minutes." Stan agreed, and Jen and John laughed as they dressed. Suddenly Jenifer looked at Johyn, and smiled. "Wanna be daring? she asked. Stan knocked on the door. "I'm coming in," he announced. He opened the door, and saw John and Jenifer standing at opposite ends of the room. He raised one eyebrow, but didn't say anything. The smell of sex hung in the air, and he noticed it. Even so, Stan was oblivious. "Did you try to cook something in here?" he asked. John knew that if he looked at Jenifer he would burst out laughing, so he remained staring at Stan. "Well, yeah. But it burned." Stan nodded. "You tried that popcorn again in the microwave, didn't you. I told you the Microwave was too small. It got stuck in one place and burned, didn't it?" John tried to cover his smile behind a slight cough. "That's it, I tried it. I thought it might work..." he let the sentence drag off. "Well," Stan said. "I'm going to get ready for bed. I'll be right back." He took his shaving bag to the bathroom to finish his nightly ritual of brushing his teeth, etc. John sat down on the couch, letting out a big sigh of relief. Jenifer cam to sit beside him and asked, "Popcorn?" "Would you rather me tell him the truth? No, Stan. We didn't cook anything, that's just the smell of us having sex. C'mon." Jenifer placed her hand on his chest. "You wanna be daring?" John eyed her cautiously. "What do you mean?" Jen's hand snaked down to his button, and popped it open. "Let's do it again. Right now." Her fingers began stroking his already hard prick. "I don't know about this," he said. "Stan is going to be back really soon." "Aaaw, c'mon," she purred. Her hands were becoming more and more persistent. His breathing grew labored. But, try as he wanted to, he could not make his hand stop her. She smiled at him, and the lowered her head down to his. As her tongue flicked over the head of his prick, he sucked in his breath. She went all the way down, and he could feel her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. His body was in heaven, but his mind was worried about Stan's return. "He'll be back soon," he explained. Her response was to suck harder. The only thing he could say after that was "Unngh!" Her tongue worked it's way around the head, falling into every crevace. She moved her lips around, giving him a very pleasurable sensation as her mouth tightened and loosened around his cock. His fingers ran through her hair, when all of a sudden he knew that Stan was coming back. He couldn't explain exactly how, but he knew. Fear was the only thing he felt, and he rubbed Jenifer's back persistently, telling her that Stan was coming back. She reluctantly sat up, and repackaged him. He kissed her on the lips, as Stan walked back into the room. Just then, a next door neighbor asked for Stan's assistence on something that would only take a minute. As Stan exited the room, Jen's hand went back to John's fly. John couldn't believe what was happening to him. "Let's be daring," She whispered. John decided that he didn't want to risk Stan's interruption, so he said, "You want to be daring, come with me." "Where are we going?" she asked. "You'll see," was his only answer. They left the room, and went into the stairwell. He took her hand, and led her down a few flights of stairs, the the first floor of the dorm. Still in the stairwell, he leaned her back on the radiator next to the wall. He started kissing her passionately, and she responded. His hand went up her blouse, and he started to massage her breast. Her hand covered his through the material, and she rubbed his hand into her soft skin. He looked at her and smiled. "You wanted to be daring?" he asked. She nodded, unsure of what he was going to do. He smiled back at her, and his free hand went to her pants button. He opened up her pants quickly, and ran his fingers underneath the waistline of her panties. She was already very excited, and he could feel her wetness absorb his fingers. His middle finger slid into her crack, although he could only move it from side to side, due to the awkward angle of his hand. They could feel the heat coming from the radiator, but it didn't stop them. Suddenly, without warning, he took his hand out of her pants. He started to pull her pants downward, to about her mid-thigh. Then, with equal dexterity, he undid his pants, and brought out his tool. She reached for it with one hand, and began stroking it as he continued to pull his pants down so that his balls could come free. Then, knowing that this was not the place for a lot of foreplay, he guided himself to between her legs. He slid up and into her very easily, and the heat coming from the radiator did something to him, as he started pumping away. He wrapped his arms around her, so that she would not fall off the radiator, and he thought about how she must feel, bare assed on a hot radiator. Apparently, it excited her even more, because she was coming almost as soon as he entered her. Her hips were pistoning back at his with great force; she wanted to wrap her legs around his, but she could only manage to squeeze him between her knees, because her pants were still up around her lower thigh. She leaned her head back up on the wall, and he began to kiss and suck on her neck. His hands had slipped down to her ass, to hold her in place as they pumped agains each other. He could feel her juices running down his cock, falling underneath of his balls, and down the inside of his thigh. The fluid contrasted with the hot radiated heat under his hands and her ass. He could feel the come building once more, and his hips took over. His hips began banging into hers with tremendous speed. Faster and faster he pumped, and he barely noticed her fingernails digging into her back. Breifly, he heard a sound outside of the firedoor, but it was too late. He could not have stopped if he wanted to. His come flooded into her, and he kept pumping through two more orgasms for her. She wanted to continue, but he was too hyper sensitive to move at all. Her pussy walls continued to milk him dry, but each contraction was the dual edged sword of pleasure and pain. Finally, he had to pull himself from her body, and his prick hung limp from between his legs, worn out. "Was that daring enough for you?" he asked. She leaned up against the radiator, while pulling her pants back up. She could only nod, as her breathing went back to normal. ...the scar... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- -