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To the Chat crew,
I had just turned 18 and was preparing to head off to college
when my older brother brought his 28-year-old wife-to-be home to
stay at my parents' house while he finished up Marine Corps
training on the East Coast before shipping overseas to Iraq.
I was a "late bloomer" and had not yet fucked anyone. I wasn't
about to pay for it and my high school girlfriend had always
refused me, saying she wanted to remain a virgin until marriage.
Shelly and my brother had met on a
your chatline, she was extremely hot, she was only about 5-foot-4 and
small boned, but she had an exquisitely chiseled face and
reddish blonde hair and a shapely body. I definitely thought she
was hot, and I guess it showed.
One night Shelly returned home from fucking around with some
girlfriends. I was studying in the living room and my parents
were two rooms away watching TV. Shelly sat on the couch where I
was studying and smiled at me. I could smell the alcohol on her
breath. She leaned down and whispered, "Is it okay if I come to
your room tonight?"
I couldn't believe my ears. I was in shock, and I simply nodded.
She got up and left, and I tried to recover. Maybe she just
wants to talk, I thought naively. She surely wouldn't be coming
to fuck me; She was engaged to be married to my brother! But my
thoughts were racing in my head, and I was much too excited to
do anymore studying.
I went to bed early that night, and I lay in my bed nearly
frozen in fear and trepidation. Maybe she won't even come in my
room, I thought. After my parents went to sleep,
I heard my bedroom door open and I could see the figure of
Shelly quietly coming into the room and closing the door behind
her. As she neared the side of the bed, I could see she had on a
sexy red nightgown, and she smelled of perfume. This just
doesn't happen to me.
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She pulled back the covers on
my bed and got in next to me. She smiled down at me as I
remained frozen. She leaned down and kissed me full on the mouth
like I had never been kissed before. I didn't know why she was
doing it, and I felt guilty about my brother, but my hormones
won out and I kissed her back.
After making out for a while,
she reached down and started rubbing my crotch. "What are these
doing on?" she asked. I just shrugged, and she reached down in
my briefs and wrapped her hand around my cock and started
stroking it. My dick got hard immediately. Then she threw back
the covers and took my underwear off and moved down on the bed.
Before I knew what was happening, she had my big dick in her
mouth and she was sucking it like she couldn't get enough.
It felt great - and I couldn‘t
hold back. In no time I was cumming in her mouth. When she got
done sucking every last drop out, she looked up at me and
smiled. "Mmmm -- three whole mouthfuls!" And then she got off
the bed and left as quickly as she had arrived.
The next morning, I didn't know
what kind of reaction I would get from her at the breakfast
table. But she acted as if nothing had happened. I couldn't stop
thinking about it all day at school, and wondering if she'd
return the next night or if that was it.
She did return the next night. But when she got into the bed and
reached down below the covers and felt my underwear, she said
icily, "I thought I told you not to wear these to bed?" She
hadn't exactly said that, but I wasn't about to argue. "Sorry,"
I responded meekly.
This time, as she was using her
hand to get my cock hard, she placed my hand between her legs
and made finger fuck her. After years of not getting any, I got
so excited that I was on top of her in a second and slid my big
cock into her and started thrusting, slowly at first and then
picking up speed to where I was pounding the full length of my
cock into her small pussy like a jackhammer. I came much too
quickly, but as I lay on top of her, she smiled up at me,
reached around and cupped a hand around my balls. "Mmmm, you'll
do," she said, with a twinkle in her eyes.
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She returned the next night,
and every night for the rest of the week. I became better... and
slower... at sex, but I also needed to talk to her about my
brother. So I forced a conversation. I told her I felt guilty
because she was engaged to be married to my brother, Jim.
"Jim and I have agreed that
while we're apart, we can fuck other people," she said. "So
don't worry about it." I wanted to believe her, but I thought my
brother probably meant when he was overseas in Vietnam and not
just a few hundred miles away in North Carolina. But I accepted
her explanation, because I wanted to believe it for my own
selfish reasons.
At the end of the week, as she
was getting off my bed one night, she said in a very cold voice,
"From now on you're going to have to come see me."
Well, that sent shivers down my spine. I didn't think I could
risk being caught by my parents sneaking into her bedroom at
night. But when the time came, I did. During my first nightly
trip to her bedroom, she pressed down on my shoulders in bed and
told me to eat out her pussy. I had never done that before, and
I guess my inexperience showed through. Afterward, she told me
in a whisper, "You're going to have to get good at that if you
want to please a woman. It relaxes me, and I'm going to want
that when I get home from work."
In the following nights,
whenever she would press down on my shoulder, I knew what she
wanted -- and I went finger fucked her and ate her out.
At one point I told her I loved her. "Well, I don't love you,"
she said matter-of-factly. "I just need you while Jim is away.
If you don't come to me, then I'll just go out to a bar and find
someone else. Do you want that?" "No," I replied.
But the "training" wasn't over.
My brother did return and he married Shelly before returning to
his base. On the day that she returned home alone from their
brief honeymoon, she approached me. "You can still come see me at night," she said.
"But you can't fuck me anymore. You can just eat me out."
I couldn't believe that, and I
got angry that she just wanted me to provide her with oral
pleasure. I stomped off, which only made her angry, too.
That night, as I lay in bed thinking of her, I couldn't resist
going to her bedroom. I quietly entered her dark room and saw
her in bed. I tried to get into bed with her, as I usually did,
but she pushed me away. So then I had only one recourse.
I got on the end of the bed, and I began kissing her thighs. I
slowly moved up and began kissing the crotch of her panties, and
I begged "Please? Please?" in a soft whisper. Finally, she
lifted up her butt just enough so I could pull her panties off.
And I began doing what she wanted I licked and sucked her
pussy...just hours after she had been on her honeymoon with my
older brother. And when she had enough of me eating her out, she
kicked me away, without saying a word, and turned over in bed.
I had to return to my own bedroom with a hard cock and her cum
all over my lower face. This went on every night; She wouldn't
talk to me, but I would go to her and beg to eat her out. And
she'd finally let me.
She had "trained" me good. She
took me from virgin to her own personal "suck slut" in a matter
of months. I did go off to college, but I remained that way for
her for years to come -- even after my brother returned from the
war. I would return from college just to be able to eat her out.
I ended up liking it so much that it became the only way I could
get sexual satisfaction -- from giving head to a woman. And it's
still that way to this day... |
