Bill my new boyfriend asked me out on a date Friday evening after school, my parents took off for a weekend trip, I wanted to be with him so bad, I just knew that he really liked me. I trusted him to be nice. Now before you get the wrong idea, I am a very good girl, I have only had four boy friends since I was twelve. I am very picky whom I will even speak to let alone go out on a date with. My goal is to keep getting straight A's and graduate valedictorian next year.
I went to school to learn and I have to admit that I did not have many friends, well really none to be honest. Oh I know I am attractive, I just do not see any future in doing anything at school but my school work. I leave everyone else alone and they leave me alone.
I was a little surprised when one of the good-looking boys came up to me and invited me out on a date. Now as I said I did have some boyfriends before and I liked going to the movies. I thought my heart would explode the first time I got kissed in the movie theater by my first boyfriend.
I told Bill, (the boy who asked me for a date) that my folks were going out of town and I would love to go to the early movie Friday evening. He picked me up at 4:30 so we could make the 5 PM show. I chose to wear my yellow daisy imprint summer dress, I like the way the dress makes me feel pretty just like a girl like myself should.
Bill was so charming, he said everything perfect, I felt like a queen the way he acted and treated me. We held hands as we walked, and I was so happy that I had decided to go out with him. I told Bill I did not want to stay out too late. I told him I'd promised my folks I would be in by 9 and he understood. He was happy with that so off to the movies we went.
I knew that we would be kissing and I even knew that he would try to feel me up a little, I didn't mind, it was just not going to happen on our first or second date, that's for sure. I'd let my previous boy friend touch me quite a few times. He even made me climax once in the same movie theater we were going to. I also liked touching him. The thing is, I made sure that we waited until our third date before I let him even try to touch me. When I did let him touch me, he was my very first and that was only about four months ago.
This was just my first with Bill, so as much as I wanted a little more than just kissing, I knew he would just have to wait until our third or fourth date, that was all there was to it. We sat down and it was not long before he put his arm over my shoulders and his hand sort of hung above my breast. I just knew it would not be long before he would try and feel me up.
I have no idea what happened to me, but I guess thinking about it really got to me, I mean I was excited and anticipating what to say and do the moment his hand or fingers touched me. He pulled me to him and we kissed, I just melted into him. My whole being went into that kiss.
I was so excited when I felt his hand cupping my breasts and kneading my nipples through my bra as we kissed. I liked the feeling and I wanted him to know, so I moaned in his mouth as we kissed. We kissed and kissed; he kept worked my nipples and breasts until I was positive I was going to have a climax in his arms just like that. I put my hands behind his head and kissed him with my heart and soul.
It wasn't long before he moved his hand down between my legs, I knew a good girl like myself should work at keeping my legs closed and I did, but he managed to get his hand under my dress and his fingers went into my panties, He found my little button. He touched me there and I was lost to his touch. I moaned against his lips as he rubbed me there. I opened my legs enough for him to really work my button, and he soon brought me to a climax. I am ashamed to admit it but I was so excited I did not put up that much of a fight to stop him. I hoped for all my being that he would not stop like Jack did once I came.
While Bill had been working me under my dress, I put my hand on his lap and I wanted to feel his penis through his pants as I has had felt Jack so many times right here in the same movie theater. I found him and his penis was hard, and I gripped him and held on to him.
As Bill made me climax I had a hold of him rubbing him and I knew he really liked it as much as I did. I was so excited and horny that I am pretty sure that if Bill wanted to have sex, I would have given myself to him, and he would have been my first. We were kissing and petting so hard and wild I am surprised no one around us said anything, but then we did sit in the last row in the back up in the corner.
After I climaxed Bill kept kissing me and I worked hard to jerk him off through his pants. The more I worked at giving him pleasure, the more he fingered me. I finally felt him ejaculate in his pants and I hit the top at the same time. It worked; we both came and reality hit me as we began to relax. He got up to get us a soda and candy. I was so thirsty as you can imagine from all of my excitement, when he got back with my drink I gulped it right down.
It wasn't long before I seemed sort of out of it, the movie ended and Bill helped me up and I remember walking outside to his car, it was still light outside so I knew it was still early, but I fell asleep in the car once we began to move.
I felt like I was dreaming and Oh my God! It was a sex dream, and was it ever good, I never had a sex dream before but this was wild, it was dirty sex, nasty sex, I had heard of things like this, but wow this was so wild and so hot.
Over the years, ever since I was about eleven or so, I had enjoyed touching myself. I had come across my father's dirty books and magazines. I read every one of his dirty books so I did have a lot of material to pull from when I touched myself. Over the past three or four years I touched myself a lot, almost every day when I could be by myself, and I knew no one would ever find out. Over the years I have learned to use all kinds of things to help myself enjoy a climax. One of my favorite is fantasies going over some of those filthy stories I read and putting myself in them. I do love to play with myself as I fantasize about some very dirty things and some of my fantasies have been real mind blowing wild.
But this dream, oh My God, this dream was better than anything that I could think up. I mean the way it felt being fucked in my dream was magnificent. The dream was so real; I could feel my feel my whole body moving as some stranger kept slamming his hard cock in to me. In my dream I could feel other men's dicks in my hands and men were kissing and suckling on my breasts. In my dream I was kissing a man and my head was swimming with pleasure. My body felt like it was in heaven; I was floating on a cushion of sexual pleasure. I had climax after climax
I never in my life had felt so wonderful. My pussy felt like it was on fire with desire and the only thing that would put out the fire was to be fucked over and over, and in my dream that was exactly what I was doing and it was exactly what I wanted to do; I even caught myself hoping that the dream would never end.
I laid there on my back soaking up the pleasure going on in my dream. When the boy pulled back from my mouth I yelled out "I'm going to come, Oh My God, I'm going to come! The man fucking me kept slamming harder and I was thrusting my hips up to meet him with each thrust. I felt the man's dick in my right hand throb as he emptied his seed onto my wrist and arm.
My whole body tensed as I came and came. I lifted myself off of the bed trying to get every inch of this man's cock into my hole. I felt him climax and my mind melted. I relaxed and he pulled out of me, I felt so empty but almost instantly I felt another man replace him. He began moving in and out of me and I in turn met his thrusts like I had the other man. Within a moment I was getting that wonderful feeling all over again. God I loved this feeling. I loved it more than anything else I had ever felt in my life.
I felt something touch my lips and somehow I knew it was a man's cock. Since this was a dream, I thought why not, I'd suck a cock in my dream. I would never do that in real life, but this was a dream, it was a filthy nasty sex dream and I could be as nasty as I wanted to be in it. I opened my mouth and began to work on the cock moving in and out of my mouth. It was not long before the cock shot its seed into my mouth. Being a dream I just swallowed his seed and to my surprise it was not bad at all. In fact I really enjoyed making the boy shoot his seed in my mouth.
I had kept up my hip movements as I sucked the boy off but once he came in me and pulled away, I concentrated on the boy fucking me. I heard a voice talking to me in my dream. The voice asked me if I was enjoying the gangbang? I answered the voice saying, "Oh yes, God yes, I love it!"
The voice asked me, do you want to stop or do you want more cock to fuck you? I was so fucking excited and turned on, I was so fucking close to yet another climax like I had just experienced. I yelled out, "Don't stop, oh fuck, please don't stop; I want more, I want to come again, I have to come again, I need more!
I heard a voice in my head in the middle of this dream; it was taking over my thoughts. I could still feel the man's cock fucking me hard and fast, I kept throwing my hips up to meet his thrusts, but the voice, it kept talking to me.
I could hear the voice so clearly as he spoke to me. The voice said, "Shhh, Linda, listen to my voice, block out everything else, only hear my words."
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