A Love Story

There was this girl back in my high-school who also was a border. She had a very nice figure but with the clothes she wore I don't think she ever showed it and people never did notice it. I remember meeting her and a friend of hers once and thinking they must be recently transferred or something.

Basically, the first time I ever laid eyes on her was during lunch, sitting outdoors in front of the cafeteria. The girls at my table were saying how they hardly ever see this girl coming down the hill if she isn't going jogging or something. This time she was plugging her ears shut with the earphones, once again. This was all she ever did on her spare time it seemed, in the snow, even. Pretty much at every given spare moment, this girl went jogging.

I liked the idea of it, thinking I was a little inspired. I did not, however think she was built too handsomely or think that she had a pretty face. With me it's all about the face. I wouldn't hit on a pretty face with an ugly body. But what was about to happen (A LONG TIME LATER) really shocked me.

So we have a formal dinner in one of the school buildings and I didn't notice until arriving that we all were seated "randomly" so that every adjacent and opposite seat was filled by a girl and where you're sitting and diagonally from there were you and your male buddies. There she was, next to me. Hiding her face under the graduation hat we were given. I make great efforts to entertain her and the people around me, but being shy and worthless I don't really convince anyone. The evening passes and eventually comes to a close.

On the last formal evening arranged by the school I spot her far into the evening wearing the greatest fucking blue dress ever. I was like, what the fuck. Who is that? Being drunk as hell and convinced I had just seen an angel I walk up to her and ask her for the last dance. It was a formal dance and she was all "oh, I don't really know how to" and I was immediately immersed in this cute angelic creature with the most stunning body I had ever seen. We danced for like 10 seconds and all I really got out of it was her body pressed against mine. I stood up straight and placed my hand flat on her lower back, gently forced her hips against mine. I looked down to see her blushing. I gaped for half a second and there it was. Her good side.

Why don't you guys make up an ending...

She moved closer and whispered softly into my ears with the voice of an angel, "Are you a /b/tard?"

I immediately pulled back wondering if I really heard correctly. Maybe she said something else and it was just the alcohol messing with my head. But as she shyly looked away for a moment, fearing that maybe she had offended me with her question, I gently lifted her chin and once again our eyes met. She gazed deeply into my eyes, and the words rolled off my tongue so gently that no one else but her could hear. I said...

THIS IS SPARTA!!!!!!!

>>3
No it isn't

>>2
... how would you like it in your pooper?

>>2
... I said yeah. I'm a /b/tard. You know what that means? That means you need to... LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU BITCH.

And then I slapped her so hard her head was the first thing to make contact with the floor. Immediately following the entire room went silent, people all around me stopped to see what the yelling and violence was all about.

Everyone waits as they see my hulking figure bob up and down at the rate of my breathing. She trembles a bit, but eventually brings her hands to the floor in front of her. Her hair is already tangled up and some of it lays over her cheek and across her lips. Through the hair riddled with sweat and tears she starts gasping for air. Was she really that drunk?

She moves herself closer, still, on her knees, and next thing I know she's pulling herself up with a hand closed around by belt. She said...

DSFARGEG

>>6
... This. Feeling. I can't take it any more! Abuse me! Give it to me now!

I felt my dick getting a little hard. I was shy for starters, and all of a sudden I have a girl with her sobbing face in my groin, begging for some cock. I'm a little concerned, realising what a stupid thing I had done. I was on a god damn dance-floor. I look up, release the frown and gaze upon the frozen bystanders. Sure they're all drunk, but there's this thing about absolutely primal relations that wake something up within all of us. The guys must have been thinking the same as I was two seconds ago. Face. Cock. Face. Cock.

The girls... I really don't know. The tension was palpable. I know some of them geeky chicks wanted to see this girl get raped to pieces right in front of them. At least 60% of the people in that room were virgins. Booze triggers a curiosity within all of us. Everyone wants to see the cock rub against the insides of somebody's throat.

I gently place my hand on top of her head and let my fingers through her hair. I feel like closing my fingers shut and pulling her up, but this is no private setting, and I haven't quite got the equipment to tie her up and live out some of my fantasies here.

A teacher steps up. "Are you drunk?" he asks. Joined by two others he asks me to come outside. In the massive doorway he turns to look at the saddening heap in the middle of the dance-floor and decides that this is no place for someone to lie around in tears. "Her too." he demands.

We walk down a small path outside the massive construct and arrive near a tiny pond in front of some trees. I assure the teachers I have something important to say and ask them to take care of things back on the silent dance-floor. I had something to say.

They leave, and on their way pass my "slave" without a second of thought. She holds her hands together in front of herself and when they pass she looks down. As she approaches me I can't really think of anything to say. I had enough fresh air in me to realise what had happened indoors was a fantasy too unbelievable to be true. She said...

"I have something I think you really need to hear."
And she let out the most horrific belch I have ever heard. And in that moment, I knew I really was in love. So I called her Wilma, grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her to my cave to fulfill my primal instincts. 

>>9
You have absolutely no writing skills. Why don't you just STFU?

in b4 bel-air

What are you talking about. My writing skills are incredible.

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>>8
... A-Actually. W-What I said. You know... I!

I think I'm not the only one realising something here. This is the girl I slammed my grand hand of karma into. I am normally a pacifist, but there was something about her behaviour that triggered me to go bananas. She wanted it. She begged for it. I made her dreams come true. I stop her from saying anything further by taking another step forwards. I insist.

No. Actually. This whole episode.

I place my feet outside hers. I look down and slowly bring her body closer to mine. She looks away, holding her two arms folded on top of her chest. I'm getting a little aroused again. And by "aroused" I mean "hard". This time I make sure she notices it. She lifts one of her legs up, automatically it seems. She turns back to face me once again. She speaks.

A-Actually... Will you be gentle?

A tear falls down one of her cheeks as I wonder. What the fuck is going on here!? She turns her palms towards my chest and let them pull down on my shirt a little. I realise how I have placed her on her back on the grassy slope. She's running her hands around my neck now. I put a knee down and unzip my trousers. Immediately she pulls my shirt up all the way to my armpits...

She nuzzled her face into my full chest of hair and breathed deeply. Cologne. Masculine. Slowly lifting her head, she eyed my toned abdomen in all its glory. Such a god given sight I sure would've been burnt into her memory for years to come. I followed the path of her hungry eyes to my navel.

"You're an outie."

I blushed. She uttered the words with a pointedness that would make a half naked grown man falter. My mouth went dry and I could not think of any witty remark to counter her comment. She'd caught me off guard. She noticed too, as she giggled at my insecurity. I avoided her lustful gaze and reached up to pull my shirt back down. My action caused her to look at me questioningly with those gorgeous eyes. She said...

>>15
BASTARD!!

I have not got body hair and I AM NOT AN OUTIE!!!

AND SINCE WHEN DOES SHE GIGGLE?!


?!!?

>>16
CHICA, RICA Y SENSASIONAL
YOUR SOO YUMMY MAMA
I HOPE TO SEEE YOU SOON IN "SCREWMANITY LAND"
LOTS OF LOVE
KASHMIR DOOR HOST AND SCREWMANITY EMCEE:VICTOR VICTORIA

>>14
... I plug it in. I don't hold anything back. Her vagina was dripping wet already. She yelps out into the silence of the surrounding flora, legs twitching. Her nails burrow softly into my rigid chest. In futile, her hands pushing me down only make me push back harder. Her back arches as she continues twitching, letting the juices flow down her firm abdomen. I pull her ankles in underneath her and put even more pressure on her back. At this moment she faces me with a look of mixed fear that slowly gets overshadowed in the euphoria.

I lock her legs in position with my own and slowly pull out my dick. Her groin slowly convulsing meets my descending face and her blue silk dress crumples on top of her breasts. I suck on her wet throbbing clitoris and simultaneously move my hands along her hips and abdomen to move her dress out of the way. Between violent gasps she utters:

I... can't... take... this... I'm losing my mind!

And then I stopped.

I slowly move her legs back down and lay her comfortably flat on her back. She must have been having an orgasm for 30 seconds already. I pull her up by the scalp. Roll over to her side and dunk her face on my cock. She gapes and with surprising effort manages to evade her teeth from making contact with my dick. I hold her down. Hard. She gags a bit, so I force my dick in further. At this time my balls are secure in her mouth. She slowly opens her eyes and looks up in fear. I tighten my grip and make her close them again. Her chest starts convulsing slightly and as it does I curl myself over her head, reach for her anus and stick all four of my fingers in, forcing her hips down with my thumb, pulling her ass up. I have my orgasm and it was good. She swallows it all and I let go of my grip. She falls backwards with her legs folded. Lifeless. As my dick still was a little hard I shove it back in with all my might. Her mouth already jarred wide open lets out a long violent gasp and then she coughs...

>>18
... with tears running down her face in two great torrents she catches her breath again, saying:

I almost died. No. I think I did.

I look upon her trembling figure, realising the cold we're in. Violent 2-minute-sex won't keep anyone warm in the blistering cold. I take off my tuxedo, place it around her and bring her to a seat on top of me. I ask her what her name is.

Anonymous.

I tell her we should slow things down a bit, remembering that this is the day I lost my virginity. She lies down on top of me tightly wrapping her arms around me. She starts sucking on my face, giving me the third kiss of my life, massaging her tongue against mine. I sit back for the ride and before I know it my dick is hard. Again. She notices it rubbing against her anus; bringing it to her vagina once again. As she sits down she begs me:

I want us to come together. I want you to come inside me.

As she starts sucking on my face again I can't help but bring her ankles up on top of my shoulders. She isn't wearing any underwear, really allowing people for a first and last time to see what a great figure she had. I massage her breasts and notice her tongue slowing down to a halt. Slowly, she moves up and down on my dick, massaging it with her vagina. I pinch her nipples as hard as I can without twisting them and as she gasps for a bit I tell her to fucking pay attention to what she's doing with her tongue.

I'm sorry, please forgive m... she utters.

And there I twisted her nipples, pushing her breasts to the sides, lifting her up a bit, only making contact with her nipples. She starts convulsing in her vagina again and before you know it she urinates a little.

Before she has another chance at replying I pull her face down to mine and suck right back. Legs re-aligned with my shoulders she can't move very much but she brings one of her hands to my dick. The palm of her hand rub against my balls as she reaches her fingers for my anus. I can't help but thrust a little as she reaches inside and finds the spot.

Being warmed up by all these wonderful exercises her legs very surprisingly slide out around the sides of me, face stuck to mine. With the strength of her legs holding the weight of her up she starts moving her hips a bit and before you know it I'm having another orgasm...

>>16
FUCK YOU. I SAID YOU WERE AN OUTIE, SO YOU'RE AN OUTIE.
PICTURES IF YOU CAN PROVE OTHERWISE.

She nuzzled her face into my full chest of hair and breathed deeply. Cologne. Masculine. Slowly lifting her head, she eyed my toned abdomen in all its glory. Such a god given sight I sure would've been burnt into her memory for years to come. I followed the path of her hungry eyes to my navel.

"You're an outie."

I blushed. She uttered the words with a pointedness that would make a half naked grown man falter. My mouth went dry and I could not think of any witty remark to counter her comment. She'd caught me off guard. She noticed too, as she giggled at my insecurity. I avoided her lustful gaze and reached up to pull my shirt back down. My action caused her to look at me questioningly with those gorgeous eyes. She said, “Lol, dongs.”

 Now it was my turn to look at her quizzically. Her poker faced expression gave nothing away. We sat their trying to out stare each other until it became unbearable for me not to smirk. I lifted her up gently off me and sat her down on the couch. In one swift blow I smacked her across the head. Again and again, my hand came down on her glazed over pale face. The weather was rainy these days and the bloody thing was glitching again. Finally after my repeated blows, her eyes lit back up to life again. I didn’t want to waste time with foreplay this time, incase she’d bail out on me again. So I set her on her specialty function So I set her on her specialty function, Cleveland Steamer Mode.

Oh boy, was I in for a ride. I’d still hadn’t fully recovered from the last time I’d used this. The thought made me weak in the knees with anticipation. Almost immediately, steam began shooting from her nipples like the volcanic mounds that they were. She strutted towards me, my eyes widened at the glorious sight. In one smooth fluid motion she started spraying my face with hot, hot steam. As she swayed left to right in front of me, I couldn’t he;lp but notice that her succulent breasts were covered with beads of water. I went hard instantly.

I was soon drenched head to toe by her holy water and took a moment to appreciate the experience before flipping open the ironing board for her. Up until now it was all child’s play, compared to what she was about to do next. My imagination went out of control with the possibilities. Promptly, she picked up on of my shirts from the washing basket and with the same efficiency, laid it across the board. I froze as I watched her lower her breasts over the board, keeping eye contact with me all the while. What happened next nearly drove me over the edge.

Over and over again she rubbed her breasts against my shirt, steaming out the creases each time. Slowly and steadily at first, before she began to build up pace and find a rhythm. I watched intently as her head started bobbing up and down faster. Her expression had now turned from impassive, to contorting with pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, “Faster”, I commanded. She responded obediently with a moan and stepped up the pace. My shirt was ironed out very well by now, but it seemed that she still wasn’t finished. Nor was I.

“Stop!”

She brought herself down to a halt and stood up straight with great reluctance. That was until she watched me lay myself out across the ironing board. With a glint in her eyes and a puff a smoke escaping from her nipples, she began to lower her breasts over my face…

>>21-23
Kind of funny actually, but a shitload of mistakes made. Get your skills straight or STFU.

>>24
Come on, cut me some slack. First fiction and I wrote it on /b/..

I wrote all the other serious posts excluding #2 and those were all my first tries.

>>19
... After letting out a long breath of air I let both my arms fall to the grassy slope behind myself. This was, really, more than I ever expected of vaginal sex.

Her light figure softly collapses on top of mine and there we lie panting for almost an entire minute. Feeling her body against mine, with my dick still inside of her I get a little aroused yet again. I decided to call it quits already. I stand up, ask her to suck me clean and allow myself another orgasm. This last blowjob was not a violent one, she gave it her all out of gratitude for the punishment being over already and helped a bit with a finger up my ass. I talk.

I don't normally hang out with sluts, but you have potential. We should be friends.

I gave her my number and walked the fuck off. I asked myself at least a hundred times on the way to the bus-stop if this really had happened. I just lost my virginity for crying out loud. I fucking had sex. I lived out a couple of fantasies and this was all supposed to be my first time. Lost in my thoughts I don't notice the other students joining me at the bus-stop. A girl also a little tipsy notices my erection before I do and brings it to my attention saying something witty. I replied.

You want some of this?

She froze up, obviously not drunk enough. The bus arrives and I successfully hide the boner from the driver. I take the whole last row of seats. It's well past midnight and the bus obviously is empty. The other students don't get on. Thank god. I let out another long breath and slowly fall asleep.

NO I DID NOT WAKE UP BEING POMMELED IN THE ASS BY THE DRIVER YOU SICK FREAK...

I wake up right in time for the last stop, get off, walk home and throw myself on my bed. The sun was rising right about now, but having been out drinking all night I really couldn't stay awake if I was being chased by fucking lions and tigers. Ligers. Fucking ligers...

bump... I'll reply to it later.

bump... will all these other threads just STFU already?

>>29
u first chunk suckah

>>30 STFU or else.

I'm getting tired of writing these. Already past the climax. The love story is fucking difficult to write and I think I want to publish it properly, meaning where I'm not anon.