Nobuts
11-16-2010, 01:37 PM
Second story. I think I'm getting better? I have no idea. Hopefully it's not too tl;dr. LOL. I've placed too much information on this, but that's because I think I prefer stories with a little more, well, story in it. XD This one has rambling in it and little bone, if you can actually find the bone. :U I'm so sorry for my short comings. I hope you enjoy though! Critics are welcome. Sex starts at the fourteenth paragraph.
Edit; I was hoping to post this through the site and not the forums. It always sent me to a "Wrong Form" page, but I guess I'll receive more feedback from here. I guess it works. o3o So technically, this is my "first" story. LOL. First post even. C: Like I said, hope you enjoy it! I'm kind of a beginner at writing, so please don't hold back the criticisms. C:
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They picked me up at twelve midnight, nothing odd here. Our late night bar hopping was kind of a usual night out for me now. Hilariously, my parents haven’t found out yet, or so I think. None of that matters now, though. If they did, they couldn’t scold their “perfect” child for testing out the waters for once.
I’ve always reached their expectations as a daughter. Back in High School, I was academically competent, I didn’t go out later than six and I made sure that I was home on or before six, was a campus leader, I was surely graduating high school with honors and I was working as a manager at the young age of sixteen. I didn’t even argue with them and/or deliberately disobey their biddings. Before I go out to a party or something, I ask for their permission and did not whine when they did not allow me to attend the most talked about party of the year. I never indulged myself in buying more than what I need and I keep myself physically fit without them nagging me to ingest dull vegetables. What more can they ask for? If I did create issues for myself, they will still be convinced that I’m this stainless piece of glass, fragile to the touch, does not know any ruckus; although, even glass would be useless without a bit of a mess.
My parents did not know that I had friends more than just school. They thought that my work was a manager of some Organization at school. It was, kind of. My boss was my best friend and we started this company out by some Economics class project. I guess we just really fell in love with the idea, but I couldn’t be a partner because I had so much going on in life, well, at least to my standards. I mean, I needed time for myself, right?
Going back to topic, I met them, my late night friends, at one of the bars my boss told me to go. My boss asked me to talk to them and offer them a deal. And as it may sound shady at this point, it wasn’t really. They were a band and as a manager of a newly opened recording company, we didn’t have scouts at this time. Of course, I had my fake ID with me and parental permission to go out with some “friends” that night. I haven’t told you I’m a good liar, have I? It’s kind of easy to create stories and act them out after sucking up to all those teachers. Whoops, did I just say that out loud? Well, human nature gets the bes- and I did it yet again, derailing from topic. I should really stop rambling.
Anyway, I listened to them play and they weren’t at all that great, but with a little guidance they’ll surely come to the top, I guess. I approached them, gave them my card and after that, everything was settled. The manager called me to meet up and gave me the requirements I asked of them and finally, she signed a deal. I didn’t really expect that they were a friendly bunch and that we’ll still be friends even after the company died down to nothingness.
At that time, when the company exploded and was submerged in its untimely suicidal bomb, I could just think of what they have felt. If I was part of their band, I would have seriously flipped if I was promised to release an album within the year and a half but is met with a letter of apologies after a few months stating that the company is now closing. Really, it was terribly frustrating for the band and I since I wasn’t told that the company was in such a wreck. Then again, what would you expect from a bunch of 16 year olds running a company? But, to my surprise, the band was cool with it. In fact, they didn’t think releasing an album and going for the top was for them. All they wanted was to have some fun. That night, as I gave the letter with an unpleasant look painted on my face, the drummer patted my back and invited me to join them in chilling out at the after party of one of their gigs. It was odd, his reaction was, but I couldn’t resist. That was the start of everything.
They weren’t the typical friends I had. I mean, my friends aren’t geeks, but they weren’t part of the popular troupe either. They’re just regular people trying to get by. For me, being with these new people was a different high. The thrill of leaving out of my gates at midnight, creeping and not making a sound was like ecstasy. The thought of going somewhere out of my league was just too much to take. It was exciting and it made me feel like there was more to life than just pleasing my parents and studying for a brighter future; that there was this thing called fun lying around, waiting for me to meet it with a blissful smile.
They knew I had to hide from my parents and they understood that I couldn’t be more to them than just a fair weather friend, but they accepted me that way. They couldn’t care less and sometimes, I feel that they were meant to live on just having fun. I didn’t really know them personally, but I knew that they cared for me as if I was their little sister. Yes, I am the youngest among the six of us, and half of us were female. Julianne was her name. She was the bassist and second vocals. I haven’t heard her sing solo, but I believe she’s much better than the lead vocals Harold. Harold had this strong smooth voice. It was appealing and intense if he had controlled it better. He screamed his high notes when he could have transcended to head voice. I mean, he could do it. We tried and it worked, he just didn’t want to. The next are the guitarists, there are two of them, and yes, they were twins. Allan and Alain (pronounced as Elaine) were not identical twins, but resemblance was very evident. Alain was the older of the twins but she had this really small adorable voice and always dressed so feminine-like, you wouldn’t expect her to be in a band such as this. Her brother though, seemed like he hated the world. That’s just the looks though. He actually was the most outgoing person in the bunch. He just really liked black and purple. Finally, the narcissist drummer, Dane, who always seemed to get on my nerves for reasons unknown. Was it maybe because I’m a narcissist as well? Most likely it was because of that, I don’t even know what my friend saw in him.
A year later, they’ve finally settled in this bar. They had nightly gigs that started at nine and usually ended at ten. The place was kind of far from mine, so it took them an hour or so to get to me, depending on traffic. It’s all right though. I mean, they still had to wait for me to get to my sneaky mode and get out of the house. Yes, I still snuck out and I haven’t been caught yet. I can actually pass as a ninja now. Either that or my parents already know about my late night activities and are cool enough to let me go and enjoy the remains of my childhood.
This night was a fun night though. It was a Friday and my childhood friend, Andrea, decided that she wanted to sleep over, and my parents weren’t home that weekend. I didn’t expect the band to pick me up that night, but they beeped and I had to accommodate them. It was the first time they went in the house, but they knew not to touch anything. Well, except the fridge that is. Anyway, as I told them that they can stay but I wouldn’t be leaving with them tonight, Andrea entered the scene asking what we were going to do. Of course, Dane, who was so full of himself, teased me about having the entire night to Andrea and me, speculating that I didn’t want to leave because of her. I got pissed, but it was true. I had a guest over and I couldn’t just leave her. Andrea, being unanswered asked the question again. Alain answered and Andrea decided she wanted to come with.
We got ourselves fixed. Andrea borrowed one of my older dresses because she had a more petite frame than I and she was slightly slimmer as well. Alain, as usual, did my exceptionally grand make-up that always had me at an average of 3 drinks from different men. I didn’t drink them though. I had low tolerance so I didn’t risk it. We had problems with Andrea because she didn’t have an ID and she was (and looked like) fifteen, but with a few talks and some money, nothing is impossible. Before we knew it, we were at the bar and enjoying ourselves. Dane and Andrea flirted almost the entire night. I almost puked with the pick-up lines Dane shot at her, but she liked them. I didn’t take Andrea for that type, but she was. When we were brought home, they exchanged numbers and it’s not hard to guess what happened to them after three or four months.
At present, they’ve been together for about six months now. They had their fair share of arguments, but that was to be expected from narcissist Dane. I’m already eighteen and I don’t have to take my fake ID to get in the bars. Andrea did have hers made and was now a part of the family, we can call it that. It was odd because they sent a text, telling me they’re picking me up at 9 in the evening. It was more puzzling when only Dave and Andrea were in the car. I asked why, but they said that we’ll meet the others at the location. I didn’t ask them where we were going because we went to different bars every nightly outing.
I didn’t even question why we stopped at Dane’s apartment. I thought he was just going to get something, but Andrea went out too so I got off of the car and followed them. At first I didn’t know what was going on, but they were asking me if I had watched porn or had at least tried sex before. I said no with trying sex out, but I’ve seen Porn, just not watched it for my own pleasure. They asked me to come with them in Dane’s room and locked the door. I didn’t know what was happening, but my heart pounded. I was so nervous, but I wasn’t dull to not know what they were going to do. The thought kind of got me turned on and a little wet. Just a little though. I helped myself and sat down at one of the chairs in the room.
They started making out on the bed. I can hear the sounds of their lips meeting and parting, the slurping of their exchange of saliva. They were both terribly hot together and that time was the only time I think I liked looking at Dane. I mean, he wasn’t opening his big annoying trap and shooting words of self-gratification. I saw him slide his hand down Andrea’s back and then up inside her shirt. Andrea held on to his shoulders, never letting go of his lips. Dane then pulled Andrea’s shirt up, revealing her light toned bra and tossing the shirt to the floor. Andrea then took the ends of Dane’s shirt also pulling it up and taking it off. They stopped kissing and started whispering words I cannot comprehend, but they both took each other’s pants and took them off. They were both in their underwear now and resumed their making out session. I really cannot describe it more. I mean, it was simply making out with each other. Their kisses and tongues were locking with each other, like any other make out session. Their hands travelled to places untouched, probably, and sometimes they licked each other at the neck going down to the belly.
It was hot, that is all I can say, but I didn’t really enjoy. I have no idea, but the exchange of saliva doesn’t turn me on. They had foreplay, but it wasn’t that meaty when they have their underwear on. Just as I was getting tired of their session, it was as if Dane read my mind when he took Andrea’s bra off and broke the kiss. He then directed himself down to take a serving of Andrea’s soft marshmallow like femininity. Andrea moaned as Dane sucked and nibbled on her. Her breathing was heavy now and she let go of moans of pleasure. I haven’t mentioned this, but Andrea is one of the most important people on my life. She was like a sister to me and I couldn’t resist her or anyone if it affected her. Yes, I will do anything for her even if it’s just for the laughs. Anyway, seeing her enjoy what was happening gave me glee. I saw her move down to Dane’s boxers and tug it down. Dane, feeling that his boxers were being pulled off let go of Andrea’s breast, stood up and pulled his boxers down. His erect penis flung out.
Andrea, to my surprise, held on to Dane’s manhood with one hand and stroked it. The other hand assisted Dane in removing his boxers. Dane’s hands held on Andrea’s head and soon put her closer to his erect member. Andrea opened her mouth and took him in. Dane then let off a small moan. I can see he was in ecstasy as Andrea moved her head forward and back, occasionally sucking as she pulled him out and then back in. Sometimes, when Andrea pulled out, she licked the head of Dane’s penis before bringing him in again. Dane held on to her hair as she did her work, constantly praising her for doing a job well done.
Andrea continued to do her blow job when Dane decided to reach for her also lightly colored panties and attempting to take it off. Of course, he couldn’t do that successfully at their current position, but Andrea took the hint and took her panties out, using Dane as a support. Soon, they changed position again and started kissing. Dane was fingering Andrea while Andrea stroked his cock. The foreplay was really basic, but I can see Dane’s pre-cum and Andrea’s wetness. It wasn’t surprising that I had gotten wet by just that sight. I haven’t tried masturbating yet, so I didn’t know how to do it, but I felt a really odd sensation down there, it was as if I wanted to join in. My body stayed put on that seat though.
Soon enough, Dane asked if Andrea wanted to go all the way this time. It was as if they didn’t go all the way the other times. Wait. There were other times? Before I could answer my question, Dane placed Andrea on her back. He, on top of Andrea told her that it will hurt at first, but it will subside. Is Andrea a virgin? I mean, he wouldn’t ask he if she wasn’t, right? Andrea nodded and soon, Dane positioned himself and slowly guided his about nine inch cock in her. Andrea anticipated his entry. I could see her impatience on her face. Dane then pushed himself and in one thrust, he had half of himself in her. Andrea squealed in pain. I saw little blood flow out of her. They stayed like that for about thirty seconds. He was asking her if she was all right and to tell him when the pain has subsided already. I didn’t really expect this care from Dane. It was more of a shocker for me than the actual surprise free live porn. I didn’t know he had it in him. Soon, Andrea told Dane to go deeper.
Dane slowly pushed in and Andrea held on to his shoulders, faintly cussing small curses, erotic at best. Dane then pulled out and then brought himself back in. Slow small strokes at first that changed into longer deeper thrusts. Andrea was moaning in pleasure as Dane grunted. The bed was making squeaky sounds and that wasn’t the only thing that was making sounds. Their coupling created wet frictional sounds as he went in her. It was probably because of the collision like two hands clapping. They danced the rhythm of lovers in the night. Up to this point I thought I never existed in their world. They didn’t mind me sitting there, watching their naked bodies work their animal instincts, their drive to populate the world with more of our race. I mean, Dane wasn’t wearing a condom and if he did ejaculate, Andrea would risk getting pregnant. That wasn’t my concern, but it was a problem that ran through my head which immediately turned me off. I was worried at best.
“I’m nearing my climax, Elizabeth.” Dane startled me. “You wouldn’t want me to come in Andrea, wouldn’t you? I mean, she finished her period about a week ago. She may have ovulated by this time.”
I was surprised. It was true. Andrea was a regular and the seven day mark could apply to her. I didn’t know what to do.
“You can take her place.” He continued as if reading my mind.
I’ve already mentioned everything awesome about me. I guess my greatest downfall is that I am infertile at best. Well, not really since I was diagnosed with Oligovulation. The difference with Oligovulation and Anovulation is that I am still capable of ovulating, but it is less likely to happen in my case. I, without the help of pills, will not ovulate. Dane knew about this, I told the band about this and why it doesn’t matter if I get raped or not. They care for me though, that’s why they stop me from drinking any drink. They really are kind of a family to me, and it’s really odd t-
“Hey, Elizabeth, do you plan on sitting there and wait for me to come in Andrea? Think of her future.” Oh God yes. Her future. If she did get pregnant, she wouldn’t have a future. I mean, this country doesn’t allow abortion. I mean, even if the Church and state was separate, the Church still had so much power.
“Eh-li-zah-beth” I hear Andrea call for my name. I stood up and told Dane I was up for it. He asked me to take my clothes off and if I was still a virgin. As I took my clothes off, I told him that I was still untouched, but I was already wet. He said it didn’t matter because he had to take it slow at first. He called for me to get on the sofa across the bed, which I hurriedly followed and he pulled out of Andrea. He then pinned me down. I can feel his heavy breaths on my face as we stared at each other intensely. My heart pounded so strongly, it was as if it wanted to jump out of my chest. I didn’t expect to lose my purity like this, but I had no other choice.
He then motioned forward, giving me a small kiss on the lips. I, for reasons unknown, returned it. He held on to me, feeling like he wanted the kiss to last an eternity. Within the kiss, I felt his tip meet my already soaked lips and then he pushed it in me. I felt terrible pain while he had small strokes going in and slightly out of me. He was gentle even if he rocked himself and his kiss helped pin me down and pacify a scream I wanted to let go of. Instead, what went out of me was a yelp like a puppy being bitten by its mother because of its annoying nature.
The pain subsided faster than expected, though. I eased up and I guess Dane took that as my clearance. He started pushing deeper and faster in me, letting go of the kiss. We were both breathing heavily and I was giving out small unintentional moans of pleasure. I felt myself contract as my orgasm built up and it didn’t help that I felt his warm pre-cum shoot in me. It was extraordinary. I could not explain. My head was starting to fizz up and all I can see is his motions, everything was a blur. My body gave in to the sexual urges. I don’t know if I bled or not, but that doesn’t matter. All I wanted was to fuck and be fucked. I met with his thrusts.
He talked to me dirty. I didn’t hear him do that to Andrea, but he was telling me how awesome he was. I told him that he planned this all along to get me. God, I was milking him as he tried to piss me off. Soon, we were having this petty fight about who were the better fucker and what not. He was thrusting hard in me as if he was a raging pit-bull fucking his bitch. I enjoyed every moment of it, contracting his cock and feeling that full sensation within. I couldn’t count how many orgasms I had with him thrusting in and out of me consecutively, never stopping, his stamina was prime.
He was breathing heavily, I was as well. My hands were on his shoulders, trying to gain support for my weary body. I was getting exhausted. I’ve had multiple orgasms and I haven’t even had an orgasm before this day. It was too much for me to take that I was almost passing out. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. My small orgasms kept me awake, shaking my body yet draining energy after each intense sexual reaction. I felt him twitch inside of me and yet another pre-cum was shot. I knew he was near, his strokes were faster and harder, going in and out of me, making my narration redundant for his actions was redundant in nature.
“I’m. About. To. Ugggh.” He told me. I felt him explode in me. I contracted right at that moment and felt his warm cum in me. That was enough to give me yet another intense orgasm, one I cannot even comprehend or explain. It was just terrible. I felt so heavenly at that moment that I had another orgasm. He stopped deep within me and that full feeling was what I felt, and loved feeling as I blacked out.
After that, my entire body was sore. Andrea told me that I was so sexy doing her boyfriend and that I was a great friend for not letting her down. She asked me how it felt like having sperm in me, I couldn’t explain thoroughly, but I told her it was something I did not imagine. It got her excited. Hopefully they won’t try it anytime soon. After that day, we would have more sessions like this. It had become a regular habit, one my parents would never find out; the fact that their precious stainless daughter has now been defiled.
Edit; I was hoping to post this through the site and not the forums. It always sent me to a "Wrong Form" page, but I guess I'll receive more feedback from here. I guess it works. o3o So technically, this is my "first" story. LOL. First post even. C: Like I said, hope you enjoy it! I'm kind of a beginner at writing, so please don't hold back the criticisms. C:
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They picked me up at twelve midnight, nothing odd here. Our late night bar hopping was kind of a usual night out for me now. Hilariously, my parents haven’t found out yet, or so I think. None of that matters now, though. If they did, they couldn’t scold their “perfect” child for testing out the waters for once.
I’ve always reached their expectations as a daughter. Back in High School, I was academically competent, I didn’t go out later than six and I made sure that I was home on or before six, was a campus leader, I was surely graduating high school with honors and I was working as a manager at the young age of sixteen. I didn’t even argue with them and/or deliberately disobey their biddings. Before I go out to a party or something, I ask for their permission and did not whine when they did not allow me to attend the most talked about party of the year. I never indulged myself in buying more than what I need and I keep myself physically fit without them nagging me to ingest dull vegetables. What more can they ask for? If I did create issues for myself, they will still be convinced that I’m this stainless piece of glass, fragile to the touch, does not know any ruckus; although, even glass would be useless without a bit of a mess.
My parents did not know that I had friends more than just school. They thought that my work was a manager of some Organization at school. It was, kind of. My boss was my best friend and we started this company out by some Economics class project. I guess we just really fell in love with the idea, but I couldn’t be a partner because I had so much going on in life, well, at least to my standards. I mean, I needed time for myself, right?
Going back to topic, I met them, my late night friends, at one of the bars my boss told me to go. My boss asked me to talk to them and offer them a deal. And as it may sound shady at this point, it wasn’t really. They were a band and as a manager of a newly opened recording company, we didn’t have scouts at this time. Of course, I had my fake ID with me and parental permission to go out with some “friends” that night. I haven’t told you I’m a good liar, have I? It’s kind of easy to create stories and act them out after sucking up to all those teachers. Whoops, did I just say that out loud? Well, human nature gets the bes- and I did it yet again, derailing from topic. I should really stop rambling.
Anyway, I listened to them play and they weren’t at all that great, but with a little guidance they’ll surely come to the top, I guess. I approached them, gave them my card and after that, everything was settled. The manager called me to meet up and gave me the requirements I asked of them and finally, she signed a deal. I didn’t really expect that they were a friendly bunch and that we’ll still be friends even after the company died down to nothingness.
At that time, when the company exploded and was submerged in its untimely suicidal bomb, I could just think of what they have felt. If I was part of their band, I would have seriously flipped if I was promised to release an album within the year and a half but is met with a letter of apologies after a few months stating that the company is now closing. Really, it was terribly frustrating for the band and I since I wasn’t told that the company was in such a wreck. Then again, what would you expect from a bunch of 16 year olds running a company? But, to my surprise, the band was cool with it. In fact, they didn’t think releasing an album and going for the top was for them. All they wanted was to have some fun. That night, as I gave the letter with an unpleasant look painted on my face, the drummer patted my back and invited me to join them in chilling out at the after party of one of their gigs. It was odd, his reaction was, but I couldn’t resist. That was the start of everything.
They weren’t the typical friends I had. I mean, my friends aren’t geeks, but they weren’t part of the popular troupe either. They’re just regular people trying to get by. For me, being with these new people was a different high. The thrill of leaving out of my gates at midnight, creeping and not making a sound was like ecstasy. The thought of going somewhere out of my league was just too much to take. It was exciting and it made me feel like there was more to life than just pleasing my parents and studying for a brighter future; that there was this thing called fun lying around, waiting for me to meet it with a blissful smile.
They knew I had to hide from my parents and they understood that I couldn’t be more to them than just a fair weather friend, but they accepted me that way. They couldn’t care less and sometimes, I feel that they were meant to live on just having fun. I didn’t really know them personally, but I knew that they cared for me as if I was their little sister. Yes, I am the youngest among the six of us, and half of us were female. Julianne was her name. She was the bassist and second vocals. I haven’t heard her sing solo, but I believe she’s much better than the lead vocals Harold. Harold had this strong smooth voice. It was appealing and intense if he had controlled it better. He screamed his high notes when he could have transcended to head voice. I mean, he could do it. We tried and it worked, he just didn’t want to. The next are the guitarists, there are two of them, and yes, they were twins. Allan and Alain (pronounced as Elaine) were not identical twins, but resemblance was very evident. Alain was the older of the twins but she had this really small adorable voice and always dressed so feminine-like, you wouldn’t expect her to be in a band such as this. Her brother though, seemed like he hated the world. That’s just the looks though. He actually was the most outgoing person in the bunch. He just really liked black and purple. Finally, the narcissist drummer, Dane, who always seemed to get on my nerves for reasons unknown. Was it maybe because I’m a narcissist as well? Most likely it was because of that, I don’t even know what my friend saw in him.
A year later, they’ve finally settled in this bar. They had nightly gigs that started at nine and usually ended at ten. The place was kind of far from mine, so it took them an hour or so to get to me, depending on traffic. It’s all right though. I mean, they still had to wait for me to get to my sneaky mode and get out of the house. Yes, I still snuck out and I haven’t been caught yet. I can actually pass as a ninja now. Either that or my parents already know about my late night activities and are cool enough to let me go and enjoy the remains of my childhood.
This night was a fun night though. It was a Friday and my childhood friend, Andrea, decided that she wanted to sleep over, and my parents weren’t home that weekend. I didn’t expect the band to pick me up that night, but they beeped and I had to accommodate them. It was the first time they went in the house, but they knew not to touch anything. Well, except the fridge that is. Anyway, as I told them that they can stay but I wouldn’t be leaving with them tonight, Andrea entered the scene asking what we were going to do. Of course, Dane, who was so full of himself, teased me about having the entire night to Andrea and me, speculating that I didn’t want to leave because of her. I got pissed, but it was true. I had a guest over and I couldn’t just leave her. Andrea, being unanswered asked the question again. Alain answered and Andrea decided she wanted to come with.
We got ourselves fixed. Andrea borrowed one of my older dresses because she had a more petite frame than I and she was slightly slimmer as well. Alain, as usual, did my exceptionally grand make-up that always had me at an average of 3 drinks from different men. I didn’t drink them though. I had low tolerance so I didn’t risk it. We had problems with Andrea because she didn’t have an ID and she was (and looked like) fifteen, but with a few talks and some money, nothing is impossible. Before we knew it, we were at the bar and enjoying ourselves. Dane and Andrea flirted almost the entire night. I almost puked with the pick-up lines Dane shot at her, but she liked them. I didn’t take Andrea for that type, but she was. When we were brought home, they exchanged numbers and it’s not hard to guess what happened to them after three or four months.
At present, they’ve been together for about six months now. They had their fair share of arguments, but that was to be expected from narcissist Dane. I’m already eighteen and I don’t have to take my fake ID to get in the bars. Andrea did have hers made and was now a part of the family, we can call it that. It was odd because they sent a text, telling me they’re picking me up at 9 in the evening. It was more puzzling when only Dave and Andrea were in the car. I asked why, but they said that we’ll meet the others at the location. I didn’t ask them where we were going because we went to different bars every nightly outing.
I didn’t even question why we stopped at Dane’s apartment. I thought he was just going to get something, but Andrea went out too so I got off of the car and followed them. At first I didn’t know what was going on, but they were asking me if I had watched porn or had at least tried sex before. I said no with trying sex out, but I’ve seen Porn, just not watched it for my own pleasure. They asked me to come with them in Dane’s room and locked the door. I didn’t know what was happening, but my heart pounded. I was so nervous, but I wasn’t dull to not know what they were going to do. The thought kind of got me turned on and a little wet. Just a little though. I helped myself and sat down at one of the chairs in the room.
They started making out on the bed. I can hear the sounds of their lips meeting and parting, the slurping of their exchange of saliva. They were both terribly hot together and that time was the only time I think I liked looking at Dane. I mean, he wasn’t opening his big annoying trap and shooting words of self-gratification. I saw him slide his hand down Andrea’s back and then up inside her shirt. Andrea held on to his shoulders, never letting go of his lips. Dane then pulled Andrea’s shirt up, revealing her light toned bra and tossing the shirt to the floor. Andrea then took the ends of Dane’s shirt also pulling it up and taking it off. They stopped kissing and started whispering words I cannot comprehend, but they both took each other’s pants and took them off. They were both in their underwear now and resumed their making out session. I really cannot describe it more. I mean, it was simply making out with each other. Their kisses and tongues were locking with each other, like any other make out session. Their hands travelled to places untouched, probably, and sometimes they licked each other at the neck going down to the belly.
It was hot, that is all I can say, but I didn’t really enjoy. I have no idea, but the exchange of saliva doesn’t turn me on. They had foreplay, but it wasn’t that meaty when they have their underwear on. Just as I was getting tired of their session, it was as if Dane read my mind when he took Andrea’s bra off and broke the kiss. He then directed himself down to take a serving of Andrea’s soft marshmallow like femininity. Andrea moaned as Dane sucked and nibbled on her. Her breathing was heavy now and she let go of moans of pleasure. I haven’t mentioned this, but Andrea is one of the most important people on my life. She was like a sister to me and I couldn’t resist her or anyone if it affected her. Yes, I will do anything for her even if it’s just for the laughs. Anyway, seeing her enjoy what was happening gave me glee. I saw her move down to Dane’s boxers and tug it down. Dane, feeling that his boxers were being pulled off let go of Andrea’s breast, stood up and pulled his boxers down. His erect penis flung out.
Andrea, to my surprise, held on to Dane’s manhood with one hand and stroked it. The other hand assisted Dane in removing his boxers. Dane’s hands held on Andrea’s head and soon put her closer to his erect member. Andrea opened her mouth and took him in. Dane then let off a small moan. I can see he was in ecstasy as Andrea moved her head forward and back, occasionally sucking as she pulled him out and then back in. Sometimes, when Andrea pulled out, she licked the head of Dane’s penis before bringing him in again. Dane held on to her hair as she did her work, constantly praising her for doing a job well done.
Andrea continued to do her blow job when Dane decided to reach for her also lightly colored panties and attempting to take it off. Of course, he couldn’t do that successfully at their current position, but Andrea took the hint and took her panties out, using Dane as a support. Soon, they changed position again and started kissing. Dane was fingering Andrea while Andrea stroked his cock. The foreplay was really basic, but I can see Dane’s pre-cum and Andrea’s wetness. It wasn’t surprising that I had gotten wet by just that sight. I haven’t tried masturbating yet, so I didn’t know how to do it, but I felt a really odd sensation down there, it was as if I wanted to join in. My body stayed put on that seat though.
Soon enough, Dane asked if Andrea wanted to go all the way this time. It was as if they didn’t go all the way the other times. Wait. There were other times? Before I could answer my question, Dane placed Andrea on her back. He, on top of Andrea told her that it will hurt at first, but it will subside. Is Andrea a virgin? I mean, he wouldn’t ask he if she wasn’t, right? Andrea nodded and soon, Dane positioned himself and slowly guided his about nine inch cock in her. Andrea anticipated his entry. I could see her impatience on her face. Dane then pushed himself and in one thrust, he had half of himself in her. Andrea squealed in pain. I saw little blood flow out of her. They stayed like that for about thirty seconds. He was asking her if she was all right and to tell him when the pain has subsided already. I didn’t really expect this care from Dane. It was more of a shocker for me than the actual surprise free live porn. I didn’t know he had it in him. Soon, Andrea told Dane to go deeper.
Dane slowly pushed in and Andrea held on to his shoulders, faintly cussing small curses, erotic at best. Dane then pulled out and then brought himself back in. Slow small strokes at first that changed into longer deeper thrusts. Andrea was moaning in pleasure as Dane grunted. The bed was making squeaky sounds and that wasn’t the only thing that was making sounds. Their coupling created wet frictional sounds as he went in her. It was probably because of the collision like two hands clapping. They danced the rhythm of lovers in the night. Up to this point I thought I never existed in their world. They didn’t mind me sitting there, watching their naked bodies work their animal instincts, their drive to populate the world with more of our race. I mean, Dane wasn’t wearing a condom and if he did ejaculate, Andrea would risk getting pregnant. That wasn’t my concern, but it was a problem that ran through my head which immediately turned me off. I was worried at best.
“I’m nearing my climax, Elizabeth.” Dane startled me. “You wouldn’t want me to come in Andrea, wouldn’t you? I mean, she finished her period about a week ago. She may have ovulated by this time.”
I was surprised. It was true. Andrea was a regular and the seven day mark could apply to her. I didn’t know what to do.
“You can take her place.” He continued as if reading my mind.
I’ve already mentioned everything awesome about me. I guess my greatest downfall is that I am infertile at best. Well, not really since I was diagnosed with Oligovulation. The difference with Oligovulation and Anovulation is that I am still capable of ovulating, but it is less likely to happen in my case. I, without the help of pills, will not ovulate. Dane knew about this, I told the band about this and why it doesn’t matter if I get raped or not. They care for me though, that’s why they stop me from drinking any drink. They really are kind of a family to me, and it’s really odd t-
“Hey, Elizabeth, do you plan on sitting there and wait for me to come in Andrea? Think of her future.” Oh God yes. Her future. If she did get pregnant, she wouldn’t have a future. I mean, this country doesn’t allow abortion. I mean, even if the Church and state was separate, the Church still had so much power.
“Eh-li-zah-beth” I hear Andrea call for my name. I stood up and told Dane I was up for it. He asked me to take my clothes off and if I was still a virgin. As I took my clothes off, I told him that I was still untouched, but I was already wet. He said it didn’t matter because he had to take it slow at first. He called for me to get on the sofa across the bed, which I hurriedly followed and he pulled out of Andrea. He then pinned me down. I can feel his heavy breaths on my face as we stared at each other intensely. My heart pounded so strongly, it was as if it wanted to jump out of my chest. I didn’t expect to lose my purity like this, but I had no other choice.
He then motioned forward, giving me a small kiss on the lips. I, for reasons unknown, returned it. He held on to me, feeling like he wanted the kiss to last an eternity. Within the kiss, I felt his tip meet my already soaked lips and then he pushed it in me. I felt terrible pain while he had small strokes going in and slightly out of me. He was gentle even if he rocked himself and his kiss helped pin me down and pacify a scream I wanted to let go of. Instead, what went out of me was a yelp like a puppy being bitten by its mother because of its annoying nature.
The pain subsided faster than expected, though. I eased up and I guess Dane took that as my clearance. He started pushing deeper and faster in me, letting go of the kiss. We were both breathing heavily and I was giving out small unintentional moans of pleasure. I felt myself contract as my orgasm built up and it didn’t help that I felt his warm pre-cum shoot in me. It was extraordinary. I could not explain. My head was starting to fizz up and all I can see is his motions, everything was a blur. My body gave in to the sexual urges. I don’t know if I bled or not, but that doesn’t matter. All I wanted was to fuck and be fucked. I met with his thrusts.
He talked to me dirty. I didn’t hear him do that to Andrea, but he was telling me how awesome he was. I told him that he planned this all along to get me. God, I was milking him as he tried to piss me off. Soon, we were having this petty fight about who were the better fucker and what not. He was thrusting hard in me as if he was a raging pit-bull fucking his bitch. I enjoyed every moment of it, contracting his cock and feeling that full sensation within. I couldn’t count how many orgasms I had with him thrusting in and out of me consecutively, never stopping, his stamina was prime.
He was breathing heavily, I was as well. My hands were on his shoulders, trying to gain support for my weary body. I was getting exhausted. I’ve had multiple orgasms and I haven’t even had an orgasm before this day. It was too much for me to take that I was almost passing out. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. My small orgasms kept me awake, shaking my body yet draining energy after each intense sexual reaction. I felt him twitch inside of me and yet another pre-cum was shot. I knew he was near, his strokes were faster and harder, going in and out of me, making my narration redundant for his actions was redundant in nature.
“I’m. About. To. Ugggh.” He told me. I felt him explode in me. I contracted right at that moment and felt his warm cum in me. That was enough to give me yet another intense orgasm, one I cannot even comprehend or explain. It was just terrible. I felt so heavenly at that moment that I had another orgasm. He stopped deep within me and that full feeling was what I felt, and loved feeling as I blacked out.
After that, my entire body was sore. Andrea told me that I was so sexy doing her boyfriend and that I was a great friend for not letting her down. She asked me how it felt like having sperm in me, I couldn’t explain thoroughly, but I told her it was something I did not imagine. It got her excited. Hopefully they won’t try it anytime soon. After that day, we would have more sessions like this. It had become a regular habit, one my parents would never find out; the fact that their precious stainless daughter has now been defiled.