Mallory and the Sex Tape Prophecies
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
Tongues
Erotica Sex Story: Tongues - Mallory plans to remain a virgin until she's married. The sex videos from the future suggest a different destiny.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Mult Teenagers Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Group Sex Anal Sex First Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking
When one video of you from the future comes true, it’s kind of hard not to wonder about the rest. I wasn’t ready to actually tell Corey about the videos. He would have wanted to see them, and I wasn’t comfortable with that. But I did want his opinion.
“Corey, what would you do if there was a prophecy about you? Or, like, video of you from the future?”
“For one, I’d be fucking terrified,” Corey answered casually. We were walking to the game store, me pushing my bike.
“Why terrified?” I asked.
“Well first of all, there’s the obligation of it,” he explained. “Nobody ever writes prophecies about little stuff. There’s always an epic quest, sacrifices to be made, labors to be endured. That stuff’s great for stories, but I don’t want my parents to die and a tyrant take over the land. I just want to find a girl who’ll go to prom with me.”
“Maybe there are little prophecies, though?” I suggested. “Maybe we only hear about the big ones, but there are just as many inconsequential day to day predictions?”
Corey shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Why else would you be terrified?” I asked.
“Because it means we don’t have free will.”
We walked in silence for a moment, but I had to keep asking. “Okay: you’d be terrified. But what would you actually do?”
“I don’t know. I guess try to figure out the rules,” he told me. “It’s like, in A Christmas Carol, Scrooge asks if the visions the ghost showed him were things that will be, or just might be. I’d try to figure that out.”
I frowned. “Easier said than done.”
Harry and I avoided each other, each for our own reasons. But like the stories say, it seemed like destiny was trying to put us together. We didn’t have any classes together but we ran into each other around school and sometimes exchanged a few words. He liked my Chibi Beholder T-shirt, even though I had to explain what it was. I appreciated his Mjolnir keychain. Our first long conversation was about the advantages and disadvantages of different medieval weapons, which he knew about from theater work.
I sometimes joined him after school while he did tech work for the school play. He started coming to Friday night game night. That first night we played Pandemic and he totally saved team humanity with a clutch move.
At first there was playful shoving, but that soon gave way to wrestling. I liked that a lot. I was a good girl: I would never have thought of fondling a guy’s junk with my hands. But if while goofing around our bodies happened to rub against each other in a way that let me feel his hard dick press against my body - through our clothes, of course - then that was just a happy accident. There were a lot of happy accidents and his dick was always hard. I think one time he even came in his pants: he left unexpectedly, and looked super embarrassed.
And then the kissing started.
More and more I felt I owed it to him to lay my cards on the table. “I’ve got something I need to show you,” I told him. “And it’s not a fake and I’m not punking you, and I have no explanation for it.”
I showed him the video. It was awkward watching the video together of us doing sexual stuff we’d never done. I was nervous when it was done. “That was on the Internet before I even met you. Maybe before you moved here. There are other videos of me too - sexual stuff I haven’t done. Except one of them came true, exactly like the video. I know it’s impossible...,” I said, pleading for understanding.
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy,” he said, quoting Hamlet. He believed me. “So you’re showing me this because...?” He asked understandingly.
“Because I really like you,” I answered. “And I think about ... stuff. But I don’t want to be destiny’s pawn.”
“Then we’ll make a rule: you won’t give me any blowjobs,” he suggested decisively. He waited a second, pushed his glasses back up on his nose, and gave me the sexiest smile in the world. “ ... while wearing a baby-blue scoop-neck top.” That was the moment that I decided that, one day soon, I was going to suck his dick.
The first time was in his bedroom when his mom was away. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was kneeling. When I put my mouth on it and started experimenting, I remember thinking, This is a good starter dick. A very good dick to learn on. It was comfortable in my mouth.
He moaned right away, and the thing throbbed in my mouth like it had a life of its own. I think he was fighting the urge to come right from the start. He moved his hand toward my head, but then it just hovered there.
“What are you doing?” I said with a chuckle.
He looked super embarrassed. He was afraid to tell me what was on his mind, but then he blurted it out. “I wanted to ... I heard somewhere that you should never touch a black woman’s hair.”
I laughed. “Without permission!” I told him. “Rule of thumb, Harry? If a girl is giving you head, you’ve got permission to touch her hair.”
I went back to work stimulating his dick with my mouth. When he did lay his hand on my head, I felt something like warm shivers through my whole body. He stroked my head with his hand, I stroked his dick with my tongue, and for a moment we were totally connected.
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