Tutoring Candy
Copyright© 2018 by DelawareDan
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Mom's friend Carol had a daughter who wanted to join our swinging group just as soon as she hit eighteen. A couple of weeks shy of her birthday, Carol brought her over to our place so that we could walk the course. Turned out she needed just a little bit of extra tuition before she was ready to face her first sex party. And then, of course, it was only natural for us to give her some more advanced tuition!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Consensual BiSexual Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Swinging Anal Sex Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys
There was one area that really concerned us – how Candy would transfer the ‘anything goes’ attitude that she’d experience at the sex parties into real life. The reason we were worried? My sister had gotten herself VERY badly fucked up by that sudden leap into freedom, that she hadn’t been at all ready for emotionally. We asked our new friend to come over one evening after work so Jessie and Laura could give her the lowdown on how it had gone for them. George accompanied her, which we weren’t expecting, but I reckoned that it was most likely a good thing that he heard the warnings too. Laura started off. “Candy, you’ve told us that your sexual experiences at high school were less than stellar?”
“Oh boy, after what I’ve experienced this last month, that’s a massive understatement! Now I’ve learned that sex can be so wonderful, I’m a massive fan!”
“You’ve only just begun, so we need to warn you that it is absolutely NOT always wonderful. You’ve only been with our families so far, no outsiders. Once you start having sex with others, you’ll learn that high school boys often don’t grow up. I started attending the parties two years ago, and that attitude got me into a whole lot of risky behavior when I got to college. I just wanted to caution you; enjoy the hell out of the parties, but don’t ever for one single moment think that they mirror real life, because they don’t. Here, you’ll have yards of experienced cock competing to get into your exciting young pussy, and you’ll enjoy it because they want to please you. Just don’t automatically assume that all the boys at college will treat you the same, because they surely won’t. Jess and I want to tell you our story, so you have a far better idea about what to be careful about than we did.”
I was listening veeeeery carefully, because I was pretty sure that I was going to hear some things they hadn’t mentioned to me during their confessions a couple of months back.
“You know already that we kept the parties secret from Mike? Well, Mom and Dad seduced me into their bed while I was still at high school, just after I hit eighteen, and I attended my first sex party at the Gibson’s place the August before I went to college. After that I used to sneak back home for the monthly parties, and sometimes see Mom and Dad on weekends in between parties, being very careful not to give Mike any idea that I was nearby. With all the boys on offer at college, who were more confident in hitting on me than the high school boys had been, and who were no longer living with their parents so had no trouble taking me back to their place to fuck, I went wild. Crazy wild. You know, that first year, I took a STI test every month at the last possible moment to have the results just in time for the party, and, believe me, it was ab-so-lute-ly fucking necessary. I’d get screwed by as many guys as I possibly could at the party, five or six most times, maybe go again with Mom and Dad afterwards if they joined me in the motel room, and then drive back to college early Saturday, as soon as I woke up and showered. I’d sleep half the day, and then go out partying again if I wasn’t feeling too sore from the evening before. And by partying, I don’t mean having a few drinks and dances, maybe make out with a couple of guys for fun. I went there to get fucked. I mostly tried to get the guys I partied with to use condoms, but a lot of the time I was too horny or too wasted to care. Gotta be eighteen out of ten for sheer criminal stupidity, even if I was still under nineteen. If I got bored studying during the week and wanted a night off, or I was just feeling lonely or horny, I’d go find a guy to hook up with. Get him to fuck me two or three times, then go back to my dorm room with his cum still dripping down my legs, maybe study some more before I showered for bed so I’d feel justified that college wasn’t all partying. A couple of times when I wanted to get drunk, I’d find an older guy to buy me some beer, offer to blow him if he’d get it for me, and then spend the night drinking and fucking. Weekends I wasn’t headed home were for partying and fucking. Sometimes if the guy I’d hooked up with had a roomie, I’d encourage them to take turns on me, or spit-roast me. The only week in the month I studied seriously was the one before going to the party at home; I’d just gotten tested, was waiting to be declared clean, and didn’t want to risk going out, getting laid, picking something up and giving it to Dad come Friday. I knew that there was disease out there, but I always assumed that if I ever did catch something it could be quickly cured with a handful of pills, and that I’d be able to carry straight on after a week off. I should have known a whole lot better; I fucked around because I could, not giving it a real thought.”
Shit! I could hardly believe the total of what Laura was now confessing. I’d known it was bad, but not this bad. How the heck had neither of them caught some disease? How had she got away without being raped or abused against her will? At least she now realized that she’d been that close to being in harm’s way, but, how could she have been so fucking STUPID as to behave like that? Sis had all the advantages of knowing the risks, and she still went and gambled her health, maybe her life, on fucking strangers bareback, night after night.
Candy looked like she’d been hit by a truck. Her brother didn’t look a whole lot better. When she stopped gulping in shock, she hesitatingly explained that her mom had given them frequent lectures on sexual health even before she reached sixteen, and that she was horrified by what she’d just heard. Sis shrugged expressively. “I know, I know. How could I have been so fucking stupid? That’s why I’m telling you all this, to make sure you don’t make the same mistakes Jess and I made. Jess, why don’t you tell her something about your fuck-ups?”
My other blood-sister sighed, then met Candy’s eyes. “I lost my virginity two years ago to a college boy when we were both working at a church summer camp. His girlfriend was delayed joining him, so he took me for a walk one evening and nailed me. It was my very first time. It didn’t take him a whole lot of persuading, I really didn’t know what was happening until he was done. I wanted to run with the fast crowd, and that meant finding out what boys were all about. Every evening after that, and most afternoons, I was back on a blanket with his dick inside me. When his real girl finally arrived, he ran straight back to her and passed me on to his friends to fuck. If the camp doctor hadn’t broken the rules at my initial medical examination and given me a Depo shot just in case I had sex, I’d have gotten knocked up for sure. I was so fucking naïve that I should have been locked up for my own protection. The guys just used me. Then I got to college. I was on my own for the first time, hadn’t made any good friends, and in my dumb innocence after that summer camp job, I thought that putting out was the best way to get popular. I started off cautious after the college doc put me on the needle schedule and tested me, but after a few weeks, I kinda forgot everything she’d told me about disease. I did always remember to go back for my quarterly shot, that was in my calendar, and I knew how important it was not to get knocked up and have to drop out of college. Not having periods because I was on the needle just made it way too easy to keep on partying. Some weekends I was on twelve out of ten for stupidity, a couple of times, like with that guy with the sports car, nearer fifteen. I took risks I didn’t even know about. I was on birth control. I thought I was fucking bullet-proof. Jeez, it was only when I hooked up with a guy who insisted on using condoms for his own protection against anything that I might be carrying that I got a wake-up call, and even then I didn’t really listen to that, ‘cos I like bareback way too much. I didn’t give the possibility of infection and disease a thought. They say that God looks out for fools and crazies; he must do, because I got clean away with all those mistakes. Before you say it, yeah, I know, they were WAY worse than ‘mistakes’. Candy, I KNOW what most guys are like; they just used me as a piece of meat, a hole to stick their dicks in and get their rocks off. Then they usually laughed and fucked off out of there. I’ve been close to the bottom, honey, it was just so fucking lucky that we’re at a small college in a small middle class town. The bottom wasn’t as deep or dark as it could have been if we’d been here in Boston. There’s only one thing I’m proud of. Except for a couple of tries with weed, I’ve never touched any drugs, and yes, I have been offered them.”
Candy gasped. “But you were okay, you never got infected?”
“The good Lord alone knows how I didn’t. That first semester I did a couple of small parties where I was the main entertainment, they gave me some alcohol and I was so wasted that I didn’t count the number of guys who had me. Most of the time it was just one guy hooking up with me for the evening. You didn’t have to wine and dine me to fuck me, I was a real cheap date. When I got back from Christmas at home after almost three weeks of no sex and no alcohol, the first thing I did was go find some beers and a cock or two. One guy I went with, his roomie already had a girl up there, and they both fucked both of us. Then they offered us a hundred each to have sex with each other so they could watch; she hadn’t ever done it with another girl before either, but hey, a hundred bucks is a hundred bucks. I found out that it was okay, very different, more gentle, but good. The two of us met up a couple of times after that just to have some fun, she was the one who introduced me to dildos. We were side by side on a mattress at a few small parties, but then her grades went to shit and she flunked out. She essentially fucked her way out of college, and I was SO lucky not to go the same way. I’d known I had to keep my grades up to retain the scholarship, so I’d studied hard whenever I wasn’t partying, and I suppose I was also a little lucky with the academic tests. I changed roomie in February when they consolidated to do some building work, and my new roomie and I partied together. One of her more regular boyfriends took my anal cherry just before Spring Break, after I’d watched them doing it and decided I wanted to try it, and we did some girl on girl when we weren’t up to going out and finding a couple of studs, or we’d gotten drunk in our own room. Once the first year exams were over, I did some more crazy partying before I had to go back home; I guess I’d become hooked on sex. Celibacy? That was for losers.”
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