Innocence Lost Ch. 01 by CreativeFantasies

Innocence Lost Ch. 01 by CreativeFantasies

Experience the thrilling first chapter of "Innocence Lost," a tantalizing adult sex story that will leave you wanting more. Dive into a world of seduction and desire as our characters explore the depths of their desires. Read now for a steamy and unforgettable journey.<br/>
*Note all characters, events, and places are purely fictional. Any actual relation to anything real is completely coincidence.*

Any feedback or ideas is greatly appreciated. I encourage constructive criticism! This is the first part of a mini-series.

CHAPTER ONE: CURIOSITY

You’re breaking up with me over the phone?” Cheryl cried angrily into her smart phone. It was her eighteenth birthday and her boyfriend of five years was dumping her suddenly. Cheryl had spent all this time waiting for Tony in the food court, and now she looked like a fool. He was allegedly going to meet up with her and take her on a romantic “adventure”. Earlier today he seemed so upbeat about the plan. Meet the mall, do a little shopping, and then finish it off with a nice dinner. She knew something wasn’t right about Tony for months now, but was blinded by love. He barely hung out with her, was irritable all the time, and just unpleasant in general. It was like he had become a different person.

“Um… Now don’t take it personally but we’ve been dating for five years and I’ve never seen you naked.” Replied Tony in a nervous tone. Cheryl blushed with frustration. She had no idea what was the big rush for him. It’s not like she didn’t want to do anything, she just was nervous and wanted it to feel right. At 5’4 and roughly one hundred and twenty five pounds, it wasn’t like Cheryl wasn’t attractive either. Shoulder length jet black hair, big hazel eyes, the pale skin of a angel, and a filled in curvy body. Her breasts were naturally solid D’s. Her buttocks was well rounded and firm. She had daring hips. Her face was round and beautiful, the features reflecting that of her mothers, who was full blooded Italian. Her nose was small and cute, and her mouth was also quite tiny, but well proportioned. Cheryl also inherited her mothers long luscious legs and fiery temper. Even though Cheryl wasn’t one for arrogance, she knew for fact she was any guys wet dream.

“I can’t believe you would do this… and on MY birthday!” She yelled at him. “You know what, fuck you Tony.” She tossed the phone onto the hard tiled floor of the shopping mall. She sat with her legs crossed in the food court, her salad untouched. The drama had drawn a couple stares from nearby onlookers. Today she wore a green spaghetti strap tank top, a blue jean mini-skirt, and cute high heeled leather boots. She recrossed her legs impatiently. She was so overflowed with emotion, part of her felt sad, but most of her felt bitter and angry. After five years he dumps her over the phone? Cheryl stood up with a huff and after retrieving her phone embarrassingly, hurried to the bathroom. After rushing into a stall and burying her pretty face into her knees, sadness overcame her. Tears flowed endlessly from her eyes as she cried.

Cheryl was completely oblivious the the inch and a half wide hole on the left side of the stalls wall. This hole almost seemed too symmetrical to be carved. It was almost as if someone had drilled it intentionally. Heavy breathing came from the stall next to her, but she continued to wail, ignorant to the world around her. All of this because of sex? What did she have to do to prove she was worth the wait? It didn’t matter anymore. Tony was gone, five years wasted. Cheryl was still a virgin but ironically, she also was considering giving Tony what he wanted tonight on her birthday. His impatience cost him dearly. More deep breaths from the other stall. Cheryl finally emerged from between her knees, sighing heavily. She was so lost, confused, and a little dizzy from all the stress. There was no way she was going to reenter the public atmosphere of the mall so flustered. She turned her head towards the right, reading some of the bathroom graffiti. One hastily scribbled note read- “I heart hot cum” and above it someone had written with an arrow, “Slut”. Cheryl chuckled, wiping a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. Tony would of at least gotten a hand job out of her tonight. His loss. As she continued to read some of the graffiti she heard the quick zip of a fly in the stall to her left. There was a sharp clack as if something metal hit the floor. Cheryl turned her head towards her left and couldn’t believe her eyes.

Staring her dead in the eyes was a long pink rod of flesh. Instantly she recognized it as a penis, and it was throbbing for her attention, fully erect. Cheryl blushed but couldn’t look away, stunned at the sight of it. It was something foreign to her, circumcised, the tip looked like a mushroom colored dark red from the blood. At first she thought about yelling for help, but she felt her own panties beginning to soak. This was turning her on in such a weird way. The breathing from the other stall was fast paced now, rapid and unknowing. Cheryl knew what this pervert wanted, and in her vulnerable state she was about ready to explore her sexual side. The penis was a decent size, about seven inches strong, and about an inch and a quarter thick. The whole situation seemed revolting, but at the same time the mystery of it intrigued Cheryl. As if her hand had a mind of it’s own, she slowly reached out and grasped the shaft. It was hot under her fingers, convulsing with excitement. Her mind was racing. What was she thinking? And the nerve of this guy! She began to squeeze the cock and pulled the skin forward, causing the mystery man to let out a moan. Her pussy was throbbing now. With her other hand she grasped the sensitive tip in her palm, rubbing it softly in a circular motion. A clear sticky substance dribbled out of the penis into her palm.

She released the head and stared down at her wet palm. It wasn’t urine, so it must of been pre cum. A lot of Cheryl’s friends who had given blow jobs before told her that cum tasted good. Poking her tongue out, she licked the inside of her free hand. It tasted salty. The breathing was quite heavy on the other side now. The taste didn’t seem bad or good to her. Her eyes widened as she watched herself stroke the imposter. What was she doing? Why hadn’t she ran or called for help yet? It almost seemed as if she was enjoying this strange encounter.

“S-suck me…” said a deep voice through gasps of pleasure. Obediently she dropped to her knees, now eye level with this mysterious penis. She brought her face so close to the head that she could feel the warmth of the penis radiating on her supple lips. First she dashed the head suspiciously with her tongue. The cock tasted of flesh. The man on the other side of the stall pushed himself tighter against the wall, which forced his member to rub up against her mouth. Cheryl was submissive, opening her mouth wide enough to accept the mushroom shaped head with her lips. She twirled her tongue around the tip and slowly brought it in her mouth deeper, but withdrew after gagging. A tendril of saliva grappled from the shaft to her mouth. She went down on it again, sucking the penis like a straw while breathing through her nose. Her friends had mentioned this trick to her before. Cheryl’s vagina continued to throb. Bobbing her head back and forth, she caressed the upper portion of the cock with her mouth. Cheryl built rhythm while she continued to slurp. Slush. Slush. Slush. The saliva was producing in her mouth rapidly now, providing more lubrication. With a pop, she withdrew her head, licking the tip wildly while stroking with her hand. More pre cum began to ooze out of the dick. Cheryl licked it up hungrily. This time when she went down, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and pushed her head forward until her nose was up against the cool plaster of the stall wall. More gagging noises broke out from her throat, but she held position while the stranger began to thrust himself in and out, fucking her mouth. The excitement was overwhelming. Cheryl’s cheeks were hot and rosy. The breathing from the stranger was uncontrollably heavy and Cheryl’s eyes grew wide with surprise. The penis had gotten especially hard, as if it were made of solid steel. Unexpectedly, hot seamen erupted like a volcano down her throat. She pulled her head back, but the cum kept exploding from the pulsing penis, splattering across her nose. After the orgasm the rod went limp and lifeless, sperm still dripping from it’s sunken head.

Logical thinking finally overcame her. Cheryl swallowed the load in the back of her throat before hurriedly wiping her face off with a piece of toilet paper. The sperm left a salty after taste in the back of her throat, with a slight numbing sensation. She didn’t want to see the face of the creep she just blew, so she practically ran out of the bathroom. Bewildered. she quickly exited the food court.

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Joseph sat alone on the night of his 18th birthday, tapping away unenthusiastically at a video game in his bedroom. He had just graduated high school not even a week ago, and yet he felt no different mentally. There was huge feelings of “what now?” that had overwhelmed Joseph’s thoughts. Any other normal 18 year old would be having a huge party with lots of friends, alcohol, and drugs. Or at the very least a get together with close friends, but not Joseph. Joseph only had one close friend, and he immediately was shipped off to basic training for the U.S. Airforce after he graduated. So tonight it was just him and the television. Part of Joseph was sick of these lonely nights. Video games had lost their furor. Television shows were absolute crap these days. The one thing that kept Joseph remotely interested was masturbation, but even that got old. He hungered for something new. There was only one other person in the house and that was Joseph’s stepmother, Nina. Joseph’s father was out of town on business, and typically his trips lasted at least two weeks. His father was a very successful salesmen for a software developing company, and was constantly flying across the country on business. He had called Joseph and talked to him very briefly earlier. Sometimes Joseph felt that his father’s job was more important than his family. That was the culture these days; blind dedication to work to provide for ones family. Joseph wondered what ever happened to the family aspect of things. Everyone seemed to be in such a rush to get away from their own families. A polite knock interrupted his thoughts.