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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- What A Mess (teens, rom, reluc, 1st, oral) by Lisa Martin (Address withheld by request) *** I can't believe I got myself into this situation. What was I thinking? Was I thinking? My hormones had taken over my body and mind and I had lost all control. It was a slippery slope I should never had dared to approach, but now here I am sliding down and only gaining speed. All I see ahead is a crash of some sort. It all started about 9 months ago. No, I'm not pregnant, thank god. My name is Lisa, I'm seventeen and in my senior year of high school. Last summer I got a job as a bus-girl at a fine, family-owned Italian restaurant in town. My first "real" job outside of babysitting, and the money was great and the work exhausting. That's where I met Ryan. Ryan was one of the cooks. He was also seventeen and had been working there since he was thirteen. He started as a dishwasher and learned everything in the kitchen and was practically one of the family. He was also gorgeous and everything you could ask for in a guy. Ryan is a little over six feet tall with strong shoulders, which seem to broaden further everyday. He has a great smile, deep blue eyes and an easy, fun laugh. We lived in the same town, but didn't know one another because I went to catholic school in the next town while he went to the local public school. I quickly found out that he was captain of both the football and wrestling teams, president of the computer club and was also on the honor society. What a mix of interests! I learned that he was hanging out with a number of girls but wasn't seeing anyone exclusively. I am no slouch myself. I am secretary of the honor society and captain of our cheerleading squad. I am frequently told that I am one of the top 10 best looking girls at my school and while that may not be true, I certainly try my best to always dress properly and probably pay too much attention on how I look. I often think I am vain, but what's a girl to do? I've had a few boyfriends, but never had intercourse. Guys would normally just want to play with my breasts and tease my hard nipples. I have gotten pretty good at hand jobs too. I love breathing heavy and whispering into his ear, occasionally nibbling his lobe, which usually brings a guy quickly to orgasm. I enjoy how he explodes in my grip, usually all over the carpet of his car. Once in a while oral sex works its way in, but I insist on receiving before providing. I'm not crazy about giving head but I don't dislike it either. Guys always want to cum in my mouth, but that just wasn't going to happen. Too gross! While not apparent while at work, I soon learned that Ryan and I were from different sides of the track. My father is CFO of a major financial institution and we lived quite well in an exclusive development in town. Ryan on the other hand, lived with his mother and older brother in a rental efficiency apartment. His father was a carpenter and was killed by a drunk driver with no insurance when he was eleven. Ryan and I got along great and we flirted back and forth. Everyone seem to want us to be together, especially the owner, an old Italian gentleman who kept putting us on the spot asking us when we were going to go out together. "Look at her, she is beautiful! If I were your age I would have asked her to marry me already." "Look at him. Strong. Smart. Handsome. No ugly tattoos or gay earrings. Why don't you go out with him?" He was always saying something to us, trying to push us together. It became a game. Finally it happened. The fire department carnival was in town and we all decided to go after work. A bunch of us went to the carnival, still dressed in our work clothes. I had on a black skirt and white top. Ryan had on his chef's uniform of checked pants and white shirt. We went on some rides and played some games. Ryan won me a large stuffed tiger, which surprisingly meant a great deal to me. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I really wanted Ryan. I had fantasies about him, but that was nothing unusual, because I would fantasize about a lot of different guys. We were on the Ferris wheel together with the large stuffed tiger between us and he asked me what I was afraid of and if I thought I needed the protection of the tiger. I laughed and put it on the other side of me, which pushed us closer together. As fate would have it, the ride stopped with us nearly at the top as they started unloading and loading the cars for the next ride. We could see over the whole town. Ryan said that it was very romantic. I turned and looked into his eyes about to laugh and immediately noticed his sincerity. I lost all control. I leaned into him and we kissed passionately as if we had been kissing each other all our lives. Our relationship quickly took off. There wasn't a moment we weren't together. I quickly arranged to have the same days off as he did. Ryan worked six days a week. First in the morning from 9 - 12 to prepare the food for the evening, then he would come back at 4:30 and work till 11:00 p.m. (the kitchen closed at 11:00). My hours were from 4:30 - 11:00 for the early shift or 6:00 to closing for the late shift. After work we would go to a midnight movie somewhere or just hang out and talk at the restaurant. On our first day off together, I invited Ryan over to my house and told him to bring some swim trunks so we could go swimming in the pool. My mother went shopping at the mall so I knew she was going to be gone a while. Ryan came over around 10:30. He couldn't believe the house. I'm an only child so all the pictures on the wall are of me in various stages of my life and on different vacations with my mom and dad. I showed him around and when he saw the baby grand in the living room he insisted I play him something. I played a little Harry Connick, Jr., which he just loved. After I finished he pulled me into his arms and we kissed and held each other. I felt him getting hard, straining against the confines of his khakis. I pulled away holding his hand and pulled him forward to see the rest of the house. He was totally overwhelmed, and I felt a bit guilty, after all, I grew up like this and I was used to it. I showed him my parent's master bedroom suite, which he said was bigger than the apartment he lived in. I showed him my room and he jumped on the queen-sized bed sending several pillows flying. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Then he noticed my computer and telephone. When he noticed my own private bathroom, he just flipped. He just couldn't believe I lived like this. I told him not to get too comfortable, that we were going swimming. I brought him downstairs and we went outside. Our backyard is fantastic, probably better than the house. A brick patio surrounds the pool. Beautiful landscaping provides the perfect backdrop. The cabana is off to the side with a walkway to the tennis court. I showed Ryan to the cabana and showed him where he could change and told him that there were soft drinks in the fridge. I returned to my room and changed into my florescent yellow string bikini. I had only worn this alone in the privacy of my backyard to tan. My mother hadn't even seen it yet. I looked in the full-length mirror, and it looked great on me, showing off my tan perfectly, but I was very nervous about wearing it. My nipples hardened quickly and were clearly visible through the small- unlined cups. My body was getting more and more excited and I knew I better get out to the pool right away or risk displaying an embarrassing wet spot. There was little I could do about my extended nipples unless I wanted to pad my bra and that really wasn't an option. I looked out my upstairs window and saw Ryan in his swim trunks walking around the pool. He was incredible. His broad shoulders tapered down to incredible abs. His entire body was ripped. His arms were beautiful in their weight and balance. He had on long shorts that hung down to his knees. You could see the tan lines on his arms since he didn't seem to sit out in the sun much. My knees actually felt weak under me. Anticipation flowed through my body. I went downstairs and out into the backyard. Ryan saw me immediately and his jaw literally dropped open. I walked toward him and he said I looked incredible. I asked him if he liked my suit and turned slowly around showing off every curve. He slowly walked up to me and pulled me into his arms and we kissed. Our flesh was touching everywhere. I felt totally naked. I could feel my breasts grinding into him and his rapidly growing penis was poking back. When we broke for a breath I mentioned that we should be swimming. Next thing I knew, Ryan had me up in his arms and was walking toward the pool. He was incredibly strong; he actually held my entire body, 102 pounds of it, out over the pool in his arms. I was kicking saying don't you dare drop me. After a few seconds of that he walked over to the steps and started walking down into the pool. The pool wasn't that cold, but it sure felt that way as it slowly crept up my body as Ryan continued to walk down the slope of the pool. I was half laughing and half squealing and trying to climb up his body to get away from the inevitable wetness. Then we were both underwater and immediately acclimated to the temperature. Our kissing began again in even greater earnest this time. Passion overwhelmed us both. The top of my bathing suit was soon untied and slipped off. Ryan's hands slowly caressing each breast, the hard nipples being firmly squeezed between his fingers. My whole body was on fire and felt weightless in the water. Ryan turned me around and I could feel his cock laying in the crevice of my buns. His hands were on each of my breasts as he continued to kiss my neck and shoulders. His right hand slowly moved down my body, over my stomach and into my thin bikini. My breathing was erratic as I felt his fingers move teasingly around the lips of my pussy. He avoided my clit and refused to push even a single finger into my incredibly excited opening. He nibbled on my ear, his breath echoing inside my head. Every nerve ending wanted him to take me to the edge and push me over. Ryan's left hand continued to squeeze my nipples, first one then the other, but now more firmly, just on the edge of pain. My body was responding by pressing up against his large cock then rocking forward against his hand trying to get more and more satisfaction. Ryan continued to tease me like this for several minutes. I was on the edge of begging him, but he finally started gently rubbing my engorged clitoris, which only pushed me to a higher level. I know I was wet from standing in the pool, but I would swear I could also feel my wetness pouring out of me. Ryan then untied both sides of my bikinis and pulled them away. I turned around feeling like an absolute wanton whore and pulled his shorts down his legs. His cock was absolutely enormous, sticking out like a third arm at his waist. The head of his cock was bloated and red as a peach. The shaft looked like marble. The curly strawberry colored hair was mated to his body. My hands went to his manly organ as he slowly stepped out of his trunks under the water. It was at least 2, maybe even 3 inches longer than any other cock I had seen. I had only seen seven cocks up until that point, which were all around the 5 to 6 inch range. Ryan's was at least eight inches long. It wasn't noticeably thicker than any of the other ones but it was much, much longer. Then Ryan picked me up and we kissed hungrily. My legs went around his body easily holding me up in the water. I could feel the water slapping against my naked ass. Ryan's cock was pressed between us, the head rubbing against my belly. Then Ryan lifted me higher with one hand under my ass and one hand around my back and I felt his cock slip down and under me. I was spread wide open and I felt his fat head at my opening. I knew what was going to happen next. I wanted it to happen. I needed it to happen. I continued our passionate kiss, our tongues eagerly dancing in each other's mouths. My hands wrapped around his neck, fingers in his strawberry blonde hair. Ryan began to release my weight onto his shaft. I could have easily supported myself with my legs wrapped around his waist, but I let myself be eased down on him. The head of his cock sank a bit into me, spreading me wider. It felt incredible. Then Ryan began to pump his hips slowly pumping a little bit more into me with each rock of his body. His cock moved a bit deeper into me but wouldn't go any further. Ryan then gave a good push and I felt myself ripped open around the fat head of his cock. I silently cried out into the crook of his neck gripping his entire body with my arms and legs. My entire body was a tightened muscle. Ryan continued to pump in and out of me, now without any restraint, pushing more and more of his huge tool into me. The sharp pain quickly subsided, followed by a feeling of relief, which seem to spread throughout my body. Ryan's rhythmic pumping soon had my body sexually responding again. Ryan's entire cock was now in me, pressing against my back wall with each thrust. My pussy was now totally on fire and I began to orgasm. My stretched virgin muscles squeezed at his fat cock. Ryan was behind me as he felt my pussy come spasm. He exploded inside of me, as we sporadically kissed and tried to catch our breath. Then he picked me up, his still fairly hard cock, and lowered me into the water. Then we both noticed how red the water around us was. I knew right away what it was, but Ryan had just figured that I wasn't a virgin. It only took him a few seconds to deduce what the cause was. He began apologizing and saying he didn't know and that I should have told him and that he should have been more careful and on and on. He figured I was on the pill since I let him continue, etc, etc. I told him that everything was okay. That I had wanted to do it. And that he had been very gentle and that I just had my period a week before and I was probably safe. He still felt bad, but we continued to kiss while churning up the water hoping to disburse as much of my blood as possible. * We continued to have a great time together all summer. Either we hung out at my house playing tennis and swimming, or we went to the beach. Ryan was too embarrassed to show me where he lived. I knew where the apartments were; I just didn't know his address. Then I followed him home one night and figured out where he lived. I knew Ryan was very popular at school, but we spent very little if any time with his friends. Usually if we went out with a group of people it was my girlfriends from school and their dates. My girlfriends all loved him. Ryan was a very likable guy who wasn't full of himself. Some of the guys though always seemed to try and get one up on him. There was always a rivalry between our schools which contributed to natural competition between guys but I also thought there was something more. Ryan dealt with it well, and seemed to actually like everyone. Once school started I wondered what was going to happen. I was sure more girls than ever were going to be putting the moves on my guy and I wasn't going to be there to stop it or even discourage it. I also had no real friends there to keep an eye on things either. I guess this was one of my first experiences with trusting someone and I hadn't really learned that yet. At school I was having a great time myself. We were now seniors and we ran the school. To my surprise, I was voted homecoming queen. Better yet, we were playing Ryan's high school team for homecoming. I was on the cheerleading squad at school, so I never got to see Ryan play football. Finally we would both be able to see each and he would be able to share in my homecoming queen role. Naturally Eric, the quarterback of our football team was voted homecoming king and we would ride in the float together. Eric was my best friend, Pricilla's, boyfriend who gave Ryan a hard time during the summer. Eric was captain of our football team and Ryan was captain of his. Ryan played two positions, running back and nose tackle. I never knew what a nose tackle was until that summer. The day came and the parade was fantastic. Ryan was there for the parade and saw me go by in the float but had to get back to town and join his team on the bus back to the game. Tim, one of the other football players, whom I had gotten quite close with, made a move on me at the bon fire before the game. I firmly turned him down which got him quite disappointed. He must have heard through the grapevine that I had had intercourse with Ryan and now since we'd had oral sex in the past thought he now deserved a piece. Tim was good looking, but I never said he was smart. God only knows how guys think. Finally the game was set to start. The cheerleaders stand right near the football team's bench to do our cheers. I overheard several of our football players saying how they were going to take out Ryan during the game. Tim was certainly leading this, and Eric was feeding the flame. I couldn't believe how they were talking about him. They said how the public school scum was tainting their girls and should be taught a lesson. I was angry and embarrassed. The other cheerleaders heard this and knew they were talking about me and tried to console me. The game started. When I saw Ryan out on the field all my worry's left me. He was huge in his uniform, everyone else looked like little kids. Public won the toss and chose to receive. The kickoff was returned by a quick, slippery, little guy to the 45-yard line. The first play of the game was a hand-off to Ryan who just ran over or jumped over everyone and ran for a touchdown. The crowd, which was previously roaring, was now quiet with disappointment. This was our homecoming game! We aren't supposed to lose! I of course had mixed feelings. Actually that isn't true, I was very happy that Ryan ran for a touchdown on the first play of the game. The defense came back to the bench moaning as the coach tried to encourage them and keep them motivated for the rest of the game. Ryan was on the kickoff squad and was in on the tackle at the twenty-five. Eric began with running plays that swung wide; trying to go around each end. Ryan plays nose tackle on defense with is just opposite the center, which hikes the ball to the quarterback. Paul, who is our center, is as tall as Ryan and probably twice as heavy. Paul was doing very well against Ryan keeping him at bay. I've seen many football games but this time I had a very different perspective. Ryan looked like a born leader out there as he yelled out formations to the rest of the team. His enthusiasm, emotion and command were palpable and energizing. It was third and long and Eric went back to pass. Ryan was just too quick for Paul and seemed to easily throw Paul off balance and penetrate the pocket. I don't know if Ryan was repaying Eric for all the frustration he caused during the summer or if Ryan always hits like that, but Ryan came at Eric like a bull and Eric didn't have a chance. I would say that Eric didn't know what hit him but that wouldn't be true. Eric saw Ryan come flying through the line and pulled down the ball to protect it. That didn't help. Ryan hit him with such force I thought both of them were going to the hospital. Everyone thought that Ryan's helmet went driving into the ball that Eric clutched to his chest, because the ball simply shot out of his arms and into the air about 15 feet and traveled back nearly 20 yards where Ryan's team recovered the fumble and ran it in for another touchdown. Ryan simply rolled off Eric and ran into the end zone to celebrate. Eric was left flattened on the field. The air had been knocked out of him and it took him a while to recover. Needless to say that was just the beginning and it stayed that way for the rest of the game. The final score was 59-3 and it was a miracle we didn't lose by more. At the end of the game, I started to walk across the field to see Ryan but as I reached mid-field I saw some incredibly beautiful blonde jump into his arms and start kissing him. I immediately turned around and ran back, grabbed my equipment and ran in tears to my car. I drove home crying hysterically. Instead of going inside, I went out to the cabana and took a six-pack of beer. I sat on one of the lawn chairs and drank three beers before I knew what had happened. I took the other three and got back in my car determined to track Ryan down. I drove to the apartment complex drinking on my way. I hardly ever drink so I was damn drunk by now when I arrived. I parked around the corner with a view of his apartment and waited outside and finished the last beer. Twenty minutes later, a car pulls up and Ryan gets out and goes inside as he waved goodbye to the guy in the car. I felt good that it wasn't some bimbo slut dropping him off, but I wondered where his car was. I got out of the car and felt myself wobble a bit as I went to his apartment and knocked. Ryan answered the door. No, no, it wasn't Ryan. It was Ryan's older brother, Rich, who looked just like him just a little older and a little more muscular. Ryan had told me about Rich. Rich was going to a community college and worked evenings as a cabinetmaker. As I tried to apologize and leave, he insisted I come in, he could see I was crying. He was very kind and got me a towel and I washed my eyes, but I just began crying again, the alcohol in me not helping my control at all. Rich put his arm around me on the couch and tried to comfort me and encouraged me to tell him what was wrong. I started babbling about how Ryan was making out with some bimbo at the game and on and on. Rich said Ryan must be crazy cheating on such a beautiful girl like me. I don't know what got into me but I just started kissing Rich and he kissed me right back. We make out like animals in heat. I told him that I wanted him to take me right then. Rich led me the tiny bedroom he shared with his brother. The two twin beds were less than two feet apart. We stripped in the darkness and fell into the bed. Rich worked his way down my body and began eating me out. It was probably the alcohol that left me without any inhibitions. I pulled my legs back giving him total access to my pussy as he pushed his tongue inside me and licked me all over. Suddenly I felt Rich push a finger into my ass and I was gone. An orgasm totally shook me and I just kept cumming as he continued to pump his finger in and out of my virgin ass while he lapped at my overflowing pussy. This lasted several minutes until I pulled away and grabbed his cock. His cock seemed to be an exact replica of Ryan's; equally long and hard. I eagerly fed it into my mouth and began sucking, pumping several inches in and out while squeezing the rest of the shaft in my hand. I felt like a slut and loved it. I did this for several minutes and felt his prick swell even larger. I knew he was about to cum and would usually would have pulled away at this point and let him squirt away as I pumped every drop out of him, but this time I wanted to taste it. Why? I'll never know, but I just increased my tempo and prepared for him to cum. I could feel him holding back trying to enjoy every moment, but then suddenly he was groaning and twitching under me. At first nothing came out, but then all of a sudden he shot into my mouth, then again, and again. It was amazing. I felt incredible satisfaction. I continued to suck and lick at his softening meaty tool. Afterwards he told me I was incredible and that Ryan was an absolute maniac for fooling around on someone like me. I put my clothes back on as Rich put on some shorts. He asked me if I would like some ice water or something and we went out to the kitchen. I was standing in the small dismal looking apartment and saw a picture of Ryan and his family taken some time ago sitting on top of the TV. I picked it up and looked at it. Ryan and Rich had grown up as handsome as their dad; and their mother was also beautiful and so petite too. Oh my god! That's the woman who jumped into Ryan's arms at the game! It was his mother, not some slut! I dropped the picture on top of the TV and ran out the door, not even bothering to say good-bye. I got into the car and was about to start it up, when I saw Ryan drive up. Sure enough he and his mother got out of the car and were walking up to the apartment. I could hear him say that he really wanted her to meet me and that he doesn't know where I could have gone but maybe at the next game. She then asked him why he doesn't just bring her over for dinner sometime. I heard the beginning of his answer as they closed the door; their economic situation embarrassed him, she was a high-class catholic schoolgirl. I just sat there and cried for nearly an hour not knowing what to do. I couldn't believe what I had done. Now his brother is in there telling him what an asshole he was for cheating on me, and Ryan had done nothing. I didn't know what to do. I was expecting Ryan to come storming out and to drive to my house and yell at me, but that never happened. I couldn't believe that I had just had sex with his brother. I sucked him off better than I had ever done Ryan. Rich even had his finger deep in my ass, driving me to even greater pleasure. What was I going to do? This would certainly get out all over school and ruin me. Ryan will never talk to me again and every guy will expect a quickie from the slut Lisa. * The next day was a Saturday. I woke up very late with a tremendous hangover. I took some aspirin, drank nearly a half-gallon of water and jumped into a very hot and long shower. I had just gotten out of the shower when my mom said that Ryan was downstairs waiting for me and that she had to run out to the post office. I was a wreck. I began shaking and sweating. I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. I told Ryan I would be right down. I had just finished putting on my underwear and the bedroom door opened. Ryan stood there in the doorway looking at me with a smile on his face. I was frozen, feeling as naked and ashamed as I could ever had imagined. Ryan said hello and walked over to me and gave me a kiss as if nothing had ever happened. It took several seconds for me to realize what was going on and respond. I kissed him back. It appeared Ryan knew nothing of the previous evening. Rich hadn't said anything. Maybe this could be salvaged. This just had to be kept a secret. I gave Ryan a quickie right on my dresser, telling him my mom would be coming back shortly. I certainly didn't feel like having sex right then. My head was pounding and I had an incredibly guilty feeling that made me feel sick. I wasn't lubricated at all as he began pushing into me. With only a third of his long cock in he started pumping and I quickly became wet. The friction was incredible and maybe it was just the angle but I kept telling Ryan to go faster and he began slamming very hard into me shaking the entire room so that I quickly had an orgasm. As I was cumming I told Ryan that I wanted him to cum in my mouth that I wanted to taste him and feel him explode on my tongue. Seconds later he pulled out of me and I fell to the floor and shoved the fat head of his cock into my mouth. I could taste and smell myself all over him, but then got shot after shot of his cum into my mouth. I pumped him with one hand and sucked and licked all over. With my other hand I continued to rub my clit having mini orgasms throughout. Ryan groaned and groaned as his fat tool softened in my mouth and became almost too sensitive for me to touch. Then he pulled up his pants and went downstairs while I ran to the bathroom to freshen up and finish getting dressed. Everything seemed fine for the next several weeks. I tried to put the whole thing behind me until one day I got a call at home from Rich. Rich said we had to meet and talk. I told him that I really wanted to talk to him too. My parents were going away for a wedding that weekend and Ryan had an away football game. I told Rich to meet me at my house and we could talk before I needed to get to our schools football game. Rich came over and we sat in the living room. He couldn't believe how the house looked and mentioned that Ryan had said it was very nice but hadn't elaborated. I thanked Rich for not saying anything, and told him how sorry I was for making such a huge mistake and that we should always keep this a secret and forget the whole thing. Rich gave a slight laugh and said that I shouldn't be thanking him just yet but did agree that we should keep it a secret. Then he said, "You know Lisa that Ryan really loves you. You're all he talks about. He doesn't think he is worthy of you and is continually trying to improve himself. Can you believe that? He doesn't think he is worthy of you!" He then presented his sick deal. If I would continue to have sex with him periodically, he wouldn't tell Ryan. I told him to forget it. That Ryan was his brother, how could he do that to his brother? He was sick. Rich stood up and started walking toward the door. He said, "Fine, have it your way." I ran and blocked the door. "How can you do this? Why?" "Lisa. You were great. The sex was incredible. I just want a little more, that's all. Your secret is safe with me, but you have to play ball. It's my way or the highway." "But that's sick! How can you do it? I just can't!" Rich said, "Okay, have it your way." Then he pushed me away from the door, opened it up and took a few steps. It seemed like seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours, then I heard myself say softly, "Okay. Okay, your way." Rich turned around with this huge smile on his face and walked back into the house. He said, "I'd love to see your room." We walked upstairs. I was in my cheerleading outfit; my makeup was all done and I was ready for the game, now this. Rich walked in and stood in the middle of my bedroom. My bedroom is probably over three times as big as the room he shares with his brother. I knelt down on the floor and reached up for his fly. Rick stopped me and told me that we were going to do this right. I complained that I needed to get to the game. He didn't care. He had only one thing on his mind. He said, "Strip." I began taking off my clothes carefully and draping them over a chair. Rich stripped off his clothes. He was even bigger than Ryan. Rich had a huge muscled chest that tapered in a perfect "V" to a chiseled flat stomach. His arms were bigger as well with meatier triceps and biceps. His thighs were thicker and even more defined than Ryan's and his cock stood out straight pointing right at me. He was disgusting. I stood passively, totally naked in front of this monster disguised as a god, hoping that he wouldn't get enough satisfaction out of this first forced encounter to halt any further advances. Rich picked me off the ground easily and laid me on the bed and crawled between my legs easily forcing them wider with his hands. Then he went right at my snatch without the customary teasing I usually get from Ryan. His aggressive assault was not appreciated at first, but uncontrollably my pussy began to flow preparing me for the further attention that was inevitable. Rich then pressed a finger slowly into my pussy. I felt myself tighten against him, and heard a moan that I realized was my own. Rich continued to pump his fat finger in and out of my now soaking pussy while continuing to nibble and lick at my clit and pussy lips. Then suddenly his finger was pulled out and then the tip pushed into my ass. I protested at first but he didn't listen and continued to suck on me just holding the tip of his finger in my ass. I don't know what came over me but now I was rocking my body and actually opening myself hoping Rich would push more of that finger into me. Finally Rich began pushing his finger into my ass, which sent my body on fire. I was now moaning loudly encouraging him to do what ever he wanted to me. I was his slave. He swung his body over me and lowered his cock to my face. His thighs were as thick as my body. I felt tiny and insignificant under him. His large tool bounced over my face and I grabbed it and pushed the first few inches into my mouth. His entire finger was in my ass now and I was quickly coming to the edge of no return. Rich must have sensed this because he pulled his finger out of my ass, practically with a pop and turned around positioning his long organ at the entrance of my pussy. He rammed the entire length of it into me in one forceful thrust literally taking my breath away. He felt huge. Even though I was very wet, I was not ready for such an assault. Rich held it there for a few moments but then started slamming into me hard and fast just like Ryan had first done to me a few weeks before on my dresser. I was a woman possessed. I grabbed my legs and pulled them back and wider giving him total access, feeling him go even deeper into me. The head of his cock continued to rub against something inside me sending shivers up my spine. Again I was close to orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out leaving me stretched wide open in front of him. He told me to flip over. Ryan had only done me from behind twice. Usually the angle hurts a bit and it seems he goes in much deeper. Now I was on my hands and knees waiting for his brother to bury his tool in me and finally get himself off. Rich plunged all the way in again with one thrust knocking me off my hands and onto my face and shoulders my ass high in the air. Rich slammed away. I reached under myself and began to rub my clit because now I just need to get off. Rich was hitting bottom with each thrust and now began to push his thumb into my ass. I stopped rubbing my clit and just gripped onto the bed and screamed into the pillow. I came explosively like never before and Rich continued to slam into me. I could feel my tight pussy squeezing his cock and could feel his finger and penis rubbing up against each other. Finally he exploded deep inside of me then collapsed onto the bed next to me. I was totally a washed with emotion. I was incredibly satisfied sexually and physically drawn, even bonded, to this monster; but I was sick and disappointed in myself. I rose from the bed and went to the bathroom. Rich said, "Thanks. I'll be seeing you." When I came out of the bathroom, he was gone. * That was the beginning of a torturous few months. Every two or three weeks, I would meet Rich and have sex. With each meeting, I became more and more of a slave to him. He began buying me leather outfits and collars. At one session, he rented a motel room two towns away and he tied me to the bed and roughly fucked me the entire night, pressing a thin vibrator in my ass that would toss me into orbit. I truly became his slut readily eating his cum and eagerly submitting to his every desire. Meanwhile I was having a romantic relationship with Ryan. Somehow I became like someone with a split personality. I would turn on and off the Rich situation and put it away until I got the next call. I can honestly say I didn't look forward to Rich's calls, but when he did call, I certainly no longer dreaded it. And that is what made it bad in my mind. I should be dreading those calls. The final straw came two weeks ago. Rich had me right at the edge of orgasm, pinching my nipples till they burned, holding his huge cock deep inside me while pumping a thin vibrator in and out of my ass. He then told me that he was now going to fuck me in the ass. I said, "No way. The vibrator is one thing, no cock, especially that huge thing." He said, "You have to ask me to do it. I won't force it. But once I do it, our deal is off. You are off the hook. I will never tell Ryan anything and you owe me nothing more." How could I trust him? I couldn't take his cock in my ass anyway it was just too big. I heard myself say softly, "Okay. Your way." He pulled his cock out of my pussy and the vibrator out of my ass. He spread Vaseline over his shiny hard cock and pressed it against my ass. With a firm push, the head entered me stretching me incredibly wide. I thought something had torn and I would be going to the hospital for stitches for my ass. The incredible burning began to subside and Rich began pumping slowly into me. I asked him how deep he was and he said about three inches. I gasped. It felt as if he had nearly the whole thing inside me. Rich started getting impatient and began pushing even harder into me. I felt my ass give way as several more inches pressed deep into me. I could barely catch my breath. Rich was moaning uncontrollably and was quickening his pace. Then I began feeling his balls slapping my pussy as he slammed into my virgin ass and I knew he was all the way in. I reached down and tried to touch his balls as he slammed into me, instead I started rubbing my pussy quickly bringing myself to multiple orgasms. Rich felt my contractions and slammed several more times into my ass and declared that his was cumming and filled my stretched hole with his cum. He pulled his cock out of me and I could feel his cum leaking out of me. My ass was on fire again and extremely sore. I went into the bathroom and cleaned up. My ass would live. Rich would never call me again. I found out later he had begun dating someone very seriously a few weeks before. Ryan and I are still together and getting ready to graduate. We have both gotten full scholarships but they are to different schools. I love him, but I feel like there is no way that we could ever last with this big secret over my head, but I just can't let him go. What a mess. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 15