Where it happened: Best friend's brother's bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Ever since I moved to the suburbs of the desert city I still call home at 4 years old, the girl that lived on the corner of my street has been my best friend. Well, in the years since then she’s been more than friend, in more than one way, but that’s a different story. She was the same age as me, birthdays less than a month apart, and had a brother 2 years older than us. Jeremy was a good friend to me through my elementary school days, always looking out for me and making sure I never got into too much trouble. And so after years I had become very fond of him, and as I began to take interest in boys I always found him handsome and charming, even giving up my first real kiss to him. Then around my 10th birthday, I started developing. I was the first in my admittedly large group of friends, and one of only a couple girls in my entire school. Normally it would have been a little awkward, but manageable. But for some reason I developed very quickly and very noticeably, and by the time I’d turned 11 I had breasts to match the most developed girls leaving the middle school I was about to enter and a dancer’s ass and legs to go with them. Over that summer before middle school I went through 6 or 7 boyfriends, all older, and all VERY interested in seeing just how far they could go with my body. Whenever my friends and I would go to the water park or pool I always got a more than healthy share of stares, googling eyes, and especially glares from girls my age up to freshmen and sophomores in high school that I outclassed in breast size, ass size, leg shape, and general figure by miles. One day, while walking home from a friend’s pool in my favorite red and yellow heart bikini with my best friend, a group of boys from Jeremy’s year stopped us, enclosing us in a circle of eager, first-horomone raging bodies. They got straight to the point, teasing my friend for her normal figure and firing question after lude question at me, asking if I sucked good dick with my big lips or would do a strip show for them for a couple bucks. When we tried to leave, one of them reached out from behind me and ripped both my top and bottoms down with ease. I was in such shock that I didn’t have time to do more than squeak before him and another started feeling me up roughly, and then just as I started to fight back, one shoved my head into his crotch and held it there tightly, humping and grinding my face for several seconds before they all ran off. Afterwords I was terrified and humiliated, but at the same time I secretly couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of the hard penis being slammed and shoved against my face and mouth through his pants. Jeremy comforted me after that, and then proceded to get into a massive fight with the boys a day or two after, in which he was beaten easily. No one but me, my best friend, Jeremy, and the boys knew what had happened, and about 2 weeks after, I finally began to date Jeremy. The day after our first date, he confessed that he thought he loved me. We were alone in his room, and had been talking extensively, and when he said that I felt something unknown rise up, and all I could think about was that boy humping my face and how handsome Jeremy was. Without knowing what I was doing, I pushed him back onto the bed, ignoring his questions, and began kissing him. Still clueless how to procede, I stumbled my way into slipping out of my shirt and bra, cupping his astounded hands on my breasts awkwardly. Whether he was too amazed to say anything or something else, neither one of us spoke as I pulled down his shorts and boxers. What followed was a 3 minute sloppy, halting attempt at a blowjob full of choking, gagging, groaning, and ending in an explosion that sent semen gushing out of my nose, flowing down my chin and running down my neck onto my chest. I coughed and choked uncontrollably for nearly a minute, but all the while I grinned, cum-stained and heaving.
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