Stains On My Character(Current Rating 66/100, based on 52 votes)
When the incident occurred I had been going out with Sophie for about three weeks and during that time we had enjoyed a slowly developing intimacy that had stopped short of full intercourse – only because she always stopped me doing more than explore her gently with my fingers and then, with hers, finish things into a hanky for me. For this she always apologised and said she was frightened to “go the whole way”. Much though this did to allay my frustrations, I had a growing desire to give her what I was sure she secretly craved for. We were both 18 and I certainly had some very strong masculine urges.
We had been to a friends party and as I was driving I had restricted myself to a couple of drinks, but Sophie took full advantage of our host’s hospitality and by the time we left for me to drive her home, she was extremely mellow and once in the car began to stroke my thigh as we drove the five miles to her home. On arrival she kissed me passionately before she got out and then suggested I came in for a coffee.
“What about your parents?” I asked.
“They’ll probably be asleep – and as long as we’re quiet…….”
We went into the kitchen and put one light on as Sophie busied herself with the kettle.
In a few minutes we were sitting facing each other on the kitchen chairs, drinking coffee, but Sophie kept putting her cup down and leaning forward to stroke my thighs, causing a growing erection – the bulge of which she saw plainly and commented that I seemed a bit randy.
“ME?” I queried, with a grin, “It’s you who’s randy”
She chuckled, “I’ve got funny feelings in my tummy” she said, touching herself well below her waistline. When she sat up again to reach her cup she parted her knees and I was given a view of her stockinged thighs and the shadowy delights beyond.
“I must go and spend a penny” she said suddenly and quietly went to the downstairs cloakroom.
When she returned I’d almost finished my drink and suggested I should leave.
“Oh, not yet” she said as she sat on the chair again and when I glanced down again I could see far more than she had showed previously; not only that, but she had obviously removed her panties in the toilet and I could see a bush of dark hair.
“I think you’re being a wicked girl,” I stammered, felling my prick strain inside my slacks.
Sophie didn’t answer but grinned & slipped off the stool to stand between my legs, reaching up to kiss me. As she did so her hands slid along my thighs and found my zip, that she quite expertly drew down and her fingers gently released my rigid organ.
“Oooh” she breathed, stroking the bare flesh, “That feels lovely”
Without another word she lifted her dress and in one swift movement climbed astride my lap. I immediately sensed the warm dampness of her vulva and her fingers delicately steered my erection until it was sliding between her wet lips.
“I want you properly tonight” she said, wriggling to let me enter her gently.
“You mustn’t” I gasped as my arousal leapt about three levels, “I’m not wearing anything”
“I can always pop down to the clinic tomorrow and get a morning-after pill” she replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
“It won’t be the first time” she said lifting and lowering her hips onto me and ensuring that my self-control would be sorely tried if this continued for long.
Sophie began to moan softly and her movements became more intense.
“I’m going to cum” she panted gleefully, “Any minute now”
“So am I,” I groaned as I felt myself swell inside her contracting vagina. I’d hardly got the words out when she gave a great gasp and thrust herself hard down onto me, her arms gripping me tightly as the orgasm engulfed her.
“Ooooooh” she exhaled loudly and her movements blew my fuse, causing great jets of cum to shoot inside her welcoming cunt.
We clung together for a few moments and were suddenly aware of noises in the hall. Sophie slipped off me, dragging her dress down quickly, and I had just managed to do up my zip when the kitchen door opened and her Mother stood there I her dressing gown.
“I thought I heard sounds down here” she said in a pleasant tone and was about to close the door when her gaze went to the kitchen floor where Sophie was leaning against the table.
Plain for the eye to see, small globules of whitish liquid were appearing on the tiles between her slightly parted legs.
Mother’s gaze swept towards me and fastened on the equally obvious damp patch on the front of my slacks.
She turned to Sophie, her look venomous, “You slut” she cried, and turning to me added, “And you’re no better – get out of my house, NOW”
I bolted from the kitchen and let myself out of the front door, running down the path and driving off quickly.
The following morning my Father took a phone call and when it finished ordered me into the sitting room.
“That was Sophie’s father” he explained, “He has told me you are never to see her again and that you’re very lucky he isn’t coming round here to teach you a lesson”
“It wasn’t like that, Dad,” I tried to explain, “She started it and I couldn’t stop”
He put an arm on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, lad, these things happen – just pick your timing a bit better next time” |
