The Diary

I found my hips moving without me realizing it, sliding my ass back and forth over his lap, his hard cock jerking and shuddering beneath me. I filled my lungs with air but I couldn’t catch my breath, my breathing ragged and uneven. It made my breasts heave up and down, something that Michael didn’t fail to notice. My arms went limp as Michael pulled my sweater up over my head, seeing dark for a second before he threw it on the floor. His eyes stared at my heaving bosom, my chest pink in shame, exposed to him. His hands slipped down my back, sending goose bumps through my body. He was expert with my bra, unsnapping it with a deft motion, his hands pushing the shoulder straps down. My arms moved up to cover my naked breasts in reflex, but his hands pushed them away like a pesky fly. They hung down at my side as one hand cupped my naked breast, my breathing stopped as his head moved down, his mouth already open. I wished I could have thrust my hand under my skirt when I felt his hot, wet lips encircle my nipple, dragging it deep into his mouth, all the while his tongue lashed at it. I was sure I wet my panties at that moment, my naked breasts fondled by a demanding hand and mouth. For five minutes I endured the pleasure of the constant fondling of my nipples. He knew exactly what to do to me, unable to do anything but squirm erotically on the growing erection beneath my ass.

He finally stopped. I looked down to see my breasts wet with his saliva, my nipples so big that they stuck out over an inch, my white breasts covered with red marks where his hands had squeezed them too tight. He stood me back up, feeling strange to be standing in front of a man, stripped naked to my waist as he stared at me. He took my hand, pushing it down into his lap.

“See what you do to me. You can do that to Steven also.”

My fingers curled around the thick shaft, my fingers moving up the shaft until I felt the thick head, my fingers trying to outline it in his pants. I could imagine what it looked like in my head. He stood up, kissing me again, a knee between my thighs forcing me to spread my legs, his upper body pushed up against my naked breasts. He moved his chest from side to side, feeling the multitude of sharp ribbons rubbing hard against my naked breasts, especially my swollen nipples. They hurt, but his hands held me tightly against him, though he did force me to move my hips from side to side against his cock. And later that night when I was home in bed masturbating, the pain from the ribbons were more pleasure and my pussy was drenched from the hard cock pushed against it as he masturbated against me. He left me alone, going upstairs to change his clothes, just in time, my sweater slipping over my head as the front door opened.

Michael left as alone after dinner. We were watching a DVD, a love story though it did have more sex in it then romance. The lights were dimmed, thought he large TV did give off a lot of light. I was curled in Steven’s arms, reaching up with my hand to turn his head towards me just as the end of the sex scene. I kissed him, feeling him respond. I noticed the bulge in his pants, the movie making him excited, my pussy still drenched from what Michael had done to me. My tongue slipped into Steven’s mouth, my breathing stopped to see if he would think I was being too bold. Surprised, his tongue responded, his kiss becoming more demanding as we French kissed for the first time. And it wasn’t the last time that night. Steven kissed me again and again, each time after a sexy scene, each time he French kissed me, leaving me panting for more. The movie was almost over, the girl in bed with two men at once. I could almost see Steven’s cock jerking in his pants, wishing he was like Michael and would push my hand down onto his throbbing member. Instead I took one of his hands and placed it on my breast. He stared at me for a long moment, not sure if it were surprise or disgust. But then he kissed me, his tongue more demanding. As well as his hand. He grabbed my breast, fondling it with an inexperienced touch, but my nipple never failed to respond. I was disappointed when the movie ended, wishing I could have touched his cock.

He drove me back to the dorm, kissing me outside, his hand exploring my other breast with more confidence. I moved my hips, sliding my pussy back and forth against his cock. I felt him shudder, sure that I had made him cum. I could almost smell it in the air.

Friday Week of March 10

We are more like boyfriend-girlfriend making out until we were both panting. His hands explored my breasts, my hands at my side as he worked them over until my nipples ached. Thursday night we were at his house, Michael not home, out of the state until tomorrow. We were watching a movie, really it was just playing on the TV. Steven and I making out. Yes, I was making out with a boy! Before long we were lying on the couch, on her sides facing each other. I felt his hands fumbling with my bra, letting him do it until I felt the pressure released. His hand moved under my sweater, wearing Michael’s favorite cashmere sweater. I almost came when his fingers moved the bra out of the way and his hands touched my naked breasts. I pushed my pussy into his as his hands found my nipples and rubbed them to erection. I came that night, his cock pushing against me driving the orgasm from my body. It was the first time that anyone but myself had made me cum. Even after I came, I continued to rub my pussy against his cock. This time I knew it. I had made him cum, Steven holding me tightly against him as he rubbed his cock against me as he masturbated, moaning softly as he came. He was a bit humiliated as he excused himself to go to the bathroom, sure that he was cleaning up the wet cum in his shorts. I never felt as proud of myself as I did that night. I masturbated and came three times that night, barely sleeping at all. Each time I came, it was either Steven or Michael in my head as if did.

Friday March 14

We were studying at Steven’s house. Michael was home, but I didn’t see him. Steven was watching the end of the movie as I got up to go to the bathroom. As I walked down the hallway, I could see the bathroom door closed, the light shining beneath it. I walked slowly, hoping that Michael would come out soon. I stood outside the door for a moment before I heard the doorknob turning. Michael came out, surprised to find me standing there.

“That’s convenient, I don’t have to look for you.”

He pushed me against the wall, his hand holding something. He held it in front of my face. It was a condom. A used one, the reservoir filled with a white, milky substance.

“I just masturbated for you Jessie. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I don’t know why I did it. Yes I do. Michael could control me with just his voice. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as I watched him move the condom up over my outstretched tongue. The reservoir was filled like a small balloon. He tipped it down, squeezing the other end as I watched the milky cum slide slowly down the condom and begins to drip off the end. It hung in a clump, the ropey fluid stretching down until I felt the first thick clump of cum fall on my tongue. It felt like it was burning, the cum still hot from his body. I couldn’t believe all the cum that filled my mouth, the thick, salty crème permeating every crevice in my mouth. When I thought there was none left, he reversed the condom, slipping the wet inside over my tongue like it was a cock. I sucked it into my mouth, submissively holding all of his cum in my mouth. It tasted terrible, almost making me gag it was so thick. But it also made me aroused, forced to drink his cum as he stood and watched my discomfort. He pulled the wet condom from my mouth, my cheeks still bulging from the cum in my mouth. I did as he said, swallowing it, choking twice as the thick cum slid slowly down into my gullet. He left me in the hallway. I went back to Steven. Unfortunately he wanted to make out. I was sure that he could taste his fathers cum when he French kissed me.

Tuesday March 18

I got a strange phone call. It was from the Generals Aide inviting me to dinner tonight. I accepted even though I know I shouldn’t have. I knew that Steven was out of town for two days. He didn’t tell me where, though I suspected it had something to do with his mother. I was nervous as I raced around all afternoon. I took a shower as one eye kept and looking at the clock. Michael was sending a car to pick me up. I was so nervous as I got into the car. A young Private was driving, his eyes looking into the rear view mirror catching a glimpse of me. My coat had parted and my short skirt left a lot of leg showing. I didn’t make any move to cover my legs. I was beginning to enjoy being a girl. A desired girl. He asked me how I knew the General. I told him that Steven, his son was my boyfriend. I think he was trying to figure out if I want the Generals Mistress. I liked that. People, men began to notice me.

Michael was waiting with the door open as the car pulled up. The private opened the door for me, not so much a gentlemen, more he wanted to see my legs. Or between them. I got out of the car awkwardly, showing him more then I should have. I’m sure he could see up under my skirt. I smiled to myself, feeling I felt naughty.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t accept.”

He took my coat, standing so close that he was almost touching me. I wondered whether we would even get to dinner. His eyes feasted on the new cashmere sweater I was wearing, spending the last of my money for it. I’m sure that he didn’t miss that I wasn’t wearing a bra. To make sure I rubbed my nipples in the darkness of the back seat of the car before it pulled up in front of the house. My skirt was shorter then the last. And I was wearing high heels, the first time in about five years. I tried to walk on them naturally, but it was hard. I was afraid of what he was going to make me do. Or do to me. “I was afraid to come.” As soon as the words came out my mouth I knew it sounded bad. As if I was afraid of having an orgasm. “That’s not what I meant,” I stammered.