Message-ID: <6681eli$9803051554@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: lagoddessa@aol.com (LaGoddessa) Subject: First time Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19980305022700.VAA07012@ladder02.news.aol.com> "this is total hell," I thought to myself. "I am never talking to that girl again." The stupid wretch tricked me into coming to this party, probably with the encouragement of our fickle host. That boy has problems, ditching me for some skinny little whore. Anyway, i am going to smile and be nice, yes I am. He is trying to get back into my good graces, and by buying me my favorite beer, he's well on his way. SO I am going to smile. After all, he;s not the only one here, not that I would give any of these guys the time of day, I do enjoy their conversation. I am going to smile. I sit on the couch and listen to the din around me. Our host quiets everyone down and suggests that we play truth or dare, no limits. (Give me a break, we;rre all high school virgins). So we all agree and brainstorm to write down suggestive dares to draw from a hat when appropriate, because we are all anal retentive about that kind of thing SO I am sitting there, nursing my beer, and my name is called out by the guy next to me. I'd been having some fantasies about this guy lately. He played football and was kinda big, not cute, but he was a great musician and was good at almost everything. That really fascinated me. So instead of protesting like I normally do when expected to do something I don;t normally do, out of curiostiy, I led my friend into a room and turned on the light. He shut the door and handed me the paper to read for myself. "Choose the most endowed girl here and suck on her nipples" was what it read. Hmm, who could have written that? It was expressly for me, I was undoubtedly the most endowed one there. Hmmm.. Well, I have a rather dominating personality and I couldnl;t see my partner really starting this on his own, so I turned out the lights and put my arms around his neck. He took my arms roughly and forced them back at my sides. Ohh, I thought, this could get really good. So I stood still as his hands passed over my breasts, squeezing gently. Finally he stripped my shirt off, took me to the bed, and made me lie down. He started to kiss me, my lips neck, ears, then he took my off and started playing with my nipples, This ws incredible. I started thrashing around, trying to get him on top of me, seeking a rougher connection. He took the hint and unzipped my jeans. pUlling them down, he found my clit and started massaging it. Og goodness, the boy knew what he was doing. I was right. He knows how to do everything. He made me climax four times right after the next. It was exhausting. I pled for mercy and laid my head on his chest. A few minutes later, I started kissing him hard, sensously, passionately. He felt so good on top of me, I probably would have gone farther, if the door hadn;t swung open and the light switched on. It was our host. "My turn," he said authoritatively. I was naked, but my lover tried his best to cover me up until I grabbed my shirt, "You have a girlfriend," I said," whatever that says I'm sure she can fulfill it." My friend smiled, kissed me and departed, despite my objections. The host watched him go, then grabbed my shirt back,"no one told you to get dressed." I was aroused, he had always been bossy, but this was a totally different attitude with me. I folded my arms acros my chest and glared," what do I have to do?" I asked. he turned off the light, approached me and started to kiss me. I jsut stood there. he grabbed my arms, forced them behind me and pushed me on the bed. i was shocked, but I couldn;t move. His lips covered mine so I couldn;t yell either. His fingers found my clit, which was swollen and sore and started playing with it. He was just a little boy and had no idea what to do, so it was quite painful, and I started to cry. He kissed away my tears, but continued until I came to him. twice more, and I was crying harder. He let my arms go and started kissing me like a lover. I had missed him so much, I returned his caresses. My swollen parts wanted to feel him. I grinded my hips against his. I felt his erection through his jeans. He knew that consumating would be a mistake, so we mocked the movents, rocking, bucking. I came for the seventh time that nite. And we parted as we were. I went back in to the general room and sat down next to my first lover to await my next escapade. I get a feeling as I write that it isn't any good, but it gets the fantasies out of my head. Let me know via e mail what you think. LaG od LaGoddessa@aol.com they locked me up once, I was in a little padded cage with lots of little buttons and had all my friends to talk to. We chatted about the weather, and God and the funny little man that I saw every day who tried to take my friends away. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |