by Jamie Knight
Pleased with myself, I looked up into his blue eyes. The greedy grin on his face told me everything. Stellan was close to coming. I had done my job, now I just had to tease him a tiny bit more. I moaned greedily as I worked his dick in and out of my mouth. I rubbed the base with my hands, pumping him there. Sucking my cheeks down on it, I made my mouth as small as I could around his rod. As it slipped deeper into my throat, I would tickle its base with the tip my tongue, tracing the curve of his girth. Then as I pulled back, letting it slide out, I rubbed the flat part of my tongue on each inch. In response, it swelled even bigger. So big that my jaw hurt from sucking on it.
Having such a big, hard cock in my mouth was driving me wild. My pussy ached for release. I reached down, pushing my fingers back inside of my slit so I could finger myself while I fucked Stellan with my mouth. He leaned his head back, moaning in a low voice deep in his throat. He was going to cum at any moment, and I was ready to taste his seed.
With another grunt and a pulse of his cock, he looked down and found my eyes. A smirk pulled at his lips. “If you’re a journalism major, you will lay down right here and let me cum all over you in front of everyone,” he said, pumping his dick in and out of my mouth faster and faster, struggling to catch his breath.
I pulled back from his rod but kept pumping it with my hands. I couldn’t help but laugh at how much he was reaching now. “Well, that’s easy,” I scolded. “Of course, I’m a journalism major. I already told you that and that you were my hero and I wanted to be like you.”
Stellan shrugged and grinned, waiting for my answer, but not slowing himself while he pushed his cock in and out of my grip. I could feel his dick growing harder and thicker. He was almost there.
“Lay back now,” he ordered, panting hard.
Sitting back on my butt, I took a second to scan the faces of the crowd. The people surrounding us were sick with desire. Some had started pairing off and fucking themselves. That I was the star of this show was pleasing me more and more.
I slid down onto my elbows, then let my back hit the warm wooden floor of the stage. I lay back, waiting for my cum bath. I rubbed my pussy excitedly as I waited for the shower of a lifetime. My curls made a halo around my head, as I writhed, still pumping my fingers into my wetness. Looking up at Stellan expectantly, I bit my lower lip and fluttered my eyelashes.
He was jerking his dick hard with his hand. His eyes were on me, especially my hand that was slapping into my pussy faster and faster. Then, it came. He came all over me, splashing a river of white cum all over my face, breast, and pussy. A few drops dripped down as he waited for his body to stop convulsing and tried catching his breath. I was so turned on by the act that I started finger fucking my pussy even faster. I needed release.
I was ready. I wanted Stellan to take me right then and there on stage in front of everyone. My pussy got wetter as I waited for him to get hard again, slide his dick into me and take my virginity.
But, to my surprise, Stellan didn’t do that. Instead, he put his cock back in his pants, zipped them up, and turned like he was about to walk off the stage.
I panicked. I wasn’t ready for this to be over. I wanted more. A lot more. I gathered all the courage within me, sat up quickly, and took a chance.
I called out to him, “If you only have sex with virgins, you will eat my pussy right here on stage!”
Chapter Six
Stellan
I spun around at the accusation that I had heard, shocked that Becky had had the courage to say it. The crowd erupted with laughter. Those who knew me knew that it was true — virgins were my favorite toys. I couldn’t believe that this young co-ed had the nerve to get me to play my revealing game but on the fact-telling end. No one had ever done that before. Had it been anyone else, I might have felt belittled by the self-assuming way that she tried to trap me using my own game, but I caught myself smiling in spite of myself. I was actually amused by her demand. And I knew I had been right before when I had assumed that she was a virgin.
I decided to play along. Turning quickly back to the stage, I grabbed her legs, dumping her onto her back. I leaned down on all fours and started lapping away at her juicy pussy with my tongue. Becky writhed in a pitiful mess on the floor, clawing at my hair excitedly in a way that told me that she loved it.
I drank her in, letting her slippery wetness coat my mouth with her juices. I licked her clit like an ice cream cone, running my tongue in happy circles around it. She moved her hips in rhythm with my tongue. I moaned and rubbed my dick, which was already starting to get hard again. I was almost as excited as she was, laying there panting away on the floor, moving faster and faster to meet my mouth. I could feel her body starting to quiver and I locked my arms around her hips, knowing what was to come.
I sucked and licked, toying with her clit and darting my tongue in and out of her dripping wet pussy. She cried out as she came, shooting a hot river of wetness into my mouth. She tasted sweet. I slurped her in like I was using a straw, not wanting to miss a drop of her hot cum in my mouth.
The crowd behind us cheered. I was so engrossed in eating her pussy, I had almost forgotten that they were even there. They hollered and clapped as she lay on the stage, her breasts heaving as she weakly tried to catch her breath. I couldn’t tell if the crowd was yelling “finish it” or “finish her”, but I knew what they all were waiting for.
I had one last card to play and it was a big one. It took a few minutes to get the crowd to quiet to a dull hum for me to state my last fact. “Alright,” I said, looking her square into her pretty brown eyes. “I will take your virginity here and now if the lie that you told your sister was that you lost your virginity.”
Her face turned bright red and tears started streaming down her cheeks. I almost felt bad about being right, but I knew that that was her big secret. Becky didn’t even have to say anything. She simply sat up and started helping me take off my suit jacket and my button-up shirt. I slipped off my pants and tossed my clothing to the side. She looked me over from head to toe and the way that her nipples stood hardened on her chest told me that she liked everything she saw.
I moved closer to her, laying her on the stage floor on her back and positioning myself between her thighs. I angled myself on top of her so that I was in plain view of the crowd. I rubbed my dick back and forth against her still-wet pussy, feeling her lower lips cling to me, waiting for the moment that she was ready. I wanted to take my time.
I parted the lips of her pussy with the head of my dick and rubbed it against her clit, watching as she threw her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned with pleasure. Becky moved her hips back and forth, matching my rhythm as I played with her clit there on the stage. The crowd was going wild, clapping, yelling, stomping, and rubbing their own selves as they watched us. I slowly pushed my hard dick into her wet hole, feeling her pussy walls stretch around it. I could almost feel her throbbing as I pushed my way deeper into her pussy, moving past the slight resistance that signaled her virginity. In an instant, it was gone.
She lay completely still, her fingernails digging into my arms as she braced herself. She bit her lip, waiting for me to put my whole shaft inside of her. I did. Then pulled it out slowly, only to put it back in. Her wetness coated my dick, making it slippery. I slid in and out of her pussy, her hot liquid dripping down my balls. I couldn’t remember being inside of a wetter or tighter pussy. Becky was just perfect.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “You’re so big! Faster! Please Stellan, faster!”
I started to get more excited and couldn’t help myself. I rammed my dick inside of her pussy so hard, I was almost slamming her into the floor. Becky loved it, humping me back, moving her hips to meet mine so that her pussy slid over my cock repeatedly.
I put her legs up over my shoulders so that I could go even deeper inside of her. Her eyes widened with shock as I plunged into the deepest part of her, rubbing onto her cervix. Its hardness brushed my dick, making it ache more. Every feeling Becky gave
me was pushing me over the edge in a way I had never felt before.
“Oh my God!” Becky gasped. Her face tightened and her eyes closed as her pussy quivered into a throbbing mess. It tightened and the released my cock over and over, milking me for my seed, as she orgasmed hard.
My abs tightened as my dick swelled to its max. There was no holding back. I pulled my dick cock just in time to watch my hot cum spill all over her stomach. It was a beautiful, sexy sight. I hovered over her on all fours, watching her run her fingers through my seed and taste it as I waited so that I could catch my breath. Becky licked her fingers and smiled at me.
As soon as we finished, the crowd cheered, then dispersed to find their own pleasure. They knew that our game was over. It happened so fast I would have thought that someone had done a magic trick to make them all disappear.
I helped Becky gather up her clothes from the stage floor and I gathered mine up, too. She leaned against me as we walked; her legs still weak from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Let’s go over to this booth,” I said, motioning to one of the tables by the wall. She followed me over, sat down, and slowly started putting her clothes on again.
“So, do you feel better now?” I asked her, watching her face intently and running one of her curls between my fingers. She flushed slightly but smiled up at me.
“Oh yeah. I needed that…” she began, stopping when she realized that the sex hadn’t been what I was referring to. “Oh. Right. You mean the other part — admitting the lie. Well, yeah, it always feels good to let the truth out when you’re holding it in. And hey, if I could admit to a room full of strangers that I had lied about losing my virginity, telling my sister should be a piece of cake.”
She laughed easily. So did I. Becky looked beautiful and vibrant under the dim light of the club. And the way that she kept her eyes fixed on mine excited me in a way that no one had ever before. There was something about her boldness that drew me to her.
“How would you like to come back to my place?” I asked, surprising myself. Usually, after I took a woman’s virginity, I was done with her, but Becky was a different story. I needed to know more, to experience more of her.
“I would like that very much,” she said, smiling back at me, somewhat triumphantly. I guess, in the end, she had won the game. I was caught and I was pretty sure that she would never let me go.
Epilogue
Becky
“Here we are,” said Stellan, throwing open the door to his apartment.
To call it an apartment was somewhat of an understatement. It was more of a penthouse, with very classy, high windows that ran from ceiling to floor in the living room area. A chic, modern couch set sat precariously around, looking like no one had ever even sat on them before. Everything was pristine.
“Make yourself at home,” he said, flipping a switch and making his fireplace roar to life. It was mesmerizing, staring into it. I gently sat on his couch, carefully perched on the end. He joined me, laughing.
“I don’t think that you could possibly look more uncomfortable,” he said, standing up and taking me by the hand. “Let me give you a quick tour. This obviously is the living room. On the other side of that doorway is the kitchen.” He pointed but didn’t open the door. Instead, he pulled me by the hand further into the apartment. “Down this hallway, you’ll find a spare bedroom. And here at the end of the hall is my bedroom. Would you like to join me?”
“Of course,” I said, blurting out my answer.
He pulled me into the bedroom and pushed me against a wall, kissing me hard on lips. His lips were so soft. Stellan was a good kisser — forceful and demanding. I kissed him back, opening my mouth to let our tongues dance.
He led me to the bed, taking off his clothes as he sat down, helping me take off my clothes, too. He pulled me onto the bed on top of him, bringing my breasts to his mouth. He sucked one of my nipples softly as he gently caressed my other one. He then switched, bringing the other nipple to his mouth to suck.
Stellan put his finger in my mouth, watching as I sucked it the way that I had sucked his dick on stage. I could feel his dick growing harder beneath me. My pussy throbbed from when he had fucked me on stage, but I was so turned on, I hardly noticed. I reached down, grabbing his dick like I knew what I was doing, and slowly shimmied my pussy down the shaft. I let out a soft cry as he stretched me wide open with his thick, long cock. It was slightly curved and touched a spot inside of me that I didn’t even know what there.
I opened my legs wide and rode him, slowly bringing my pussy up and down the length of his dick. My pussy walls gripped onto him for dear life, moistening his dick as I worked it up and down. I shifted onto my knees, laying my body on top of his, humping him for dear life. My clit rubbed against his dick, making my pussy walls squeeze his shaft tightly.
The friction was too much. My pussy ached, tensed and then throbbed with a hard orgasm. I could feel him cumming at the same time that I did. He took out his dick and I watched as it shuddered and spat cum in a stream into the air all of which fell onto my stomach. We fell asleep in each other arms, catching our breath as we drifted off into a sweet slumber.
****
I woke up to a stream of light in my face from a gap in the blinds of his window. I blinked my eyes, looked around the bed, and noticed that Stellan was gone. Or at least he wasn’t in bed. I could hear the sound of pots banging and clattering and something sizzling that let me know that he was in the kitchen making breakfast.
I decided to use this chance to make a call to my sister, Samantha, and come clean. The phone rang twice before she picked up. There were a few seconds of silence after the line went active and I could hear some shuffling noises. “Hello?” she answered sounding hoarse like she had been asleep or hadn’t used her voice in a while.
“Samantha, I lied about losing my virginity,” I blurted out.
“Wait. What?” she asked, her voice growing stronger. “What are you talking about, Becky?”
“The last night, when I told you that I had lost my virginity to Tyler. That was a lie.”
There was silence on the other end of the phone. I thought that maybe she’d hung up, but I looked at the screen and saw that we were still connected.
“You know, I really don’t care,” Samantha said after a sigh. “I know I’ve been kind of a bitch of a sister. I’ve been overbearing and wasn’t showing you the appreciation as my twin that you deserve. And I’m sorry about that. So, it makes complete sense that you would lie. I’m sorry you felt like you had to make up a story to tell me.”
Her answer startled me. Something had really changed in Samantha. She was actually trying to see things from my point of view and that was very new. But still, I shouldn’t have lied to her in the first place.
“No, I’m sorry,” I said, feeling tears welling up into my eyes. “That was a dumb thing for me to do and I really love you, so I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship.”
“It’s okay, Beck. Really. I’ll tell you what. We should plan on a sister’s night in for just you and me. We’ll watch movies and eat junk food and do each other’s hair like when we were little. How does that sound?”
“That sounds pretty perfect to me,” I said, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. I was so glad that nothing was broken between us. “I’ll see you when I get home. I have so much to tell you.”
We said goodbye. I hung up the phone and walked down the hallway to the kitchen not bothering to get dressed.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” Stellan said as I opened the door to the kitchen. “Are you ready for breakfast?”
“Oh my goodness,” I said taking a seat at the table. “Yes, thank you! For breakfast and for giving me the courage to rid myself of that awful lie. I told my sister everything and we are going to be okay.”
“Anytime,” he said, sitting at the table next to me, watching as I looked over the eggs and bacon he had made, smiling. “I guess this is as good of a time as any t
o tell you that I have a proposal for you.”
An idea came to me. I smiled coyly at him. “I want to pick up the game where we left off,” I admitted, pushing my plate to the side.
Stellan laughed, leaning in closer to me. Something told me that he would be interested. “Alright, I’m game,” he said. “What did you have in mind?”
“If your proposal is that I will become your assistant and help you with your interviews, you will fuck me right here on this table.”
Stellan eyed me, seeing if I was serious. I eyed him back, daring him to lie. His mouth twitched into a smile. Moving quickly, he grabbed me, pulled me onto the table, and pushed his already-hard dick into my pussy, fucking me right on the table.
I knew that I had been right.
THE END
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Chapter 1
Melissa
I’m standing as far back from all the lights and people as physically possible. I knew this would happen. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy myself as much as Samantha, Britney, Shay, Karen and Becky said I would. Because, as they’ve all often done ever since we were kids, they made the mistake of assuming I was them. That because they enjoy the music, lights and sounds of a dance club, that I will.