What Lena Wants -Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

What Lena Wants -Chapter 4

Hello again, Lovelies! I come with another chapter to Lena's story. This chapter follows the original version of chapter three, not the alt version. I hope you enjoy it! As always, Xoxo, Cede <3 ----------- Two weeks had passed, and I still couldn't look at my older brother. We both ignored the fact that he’d taken my virginity, and danced around the fact that it wasn't what it was supposed to be. I started imagining sexual things when I was about ten years old, masturbating a few years later. I had made a promise to myself to lose my virginity by fifteen, and have tons of sex. But that had come and gone. I’d held onto my ’precious flower’ for three years longer than I’d planned, and was completely disappointed that actual sex wasn't what I expected. Girls in romance novels became raging nymphomaniacs as soon as the guys throbbing cock busts through their steel-enforced hymens. So why hadn't it been like that for me? Since Milo and I weren't really talking, he was back with Lucy. I swear he was doing everything possible to shove their loud, obnoxious sex in my face. I’m surprised Milo didn't FaceTime me while he was fucking her. The banging of the headboard against the wall was so loud, that when they finished and came downstairs, my mother had to awkwardly ask that they ’be safe, and try not to put nicks in the drywall.’ Mom was not so enthused when after breaking up again, Milo and Lucy got back together because she was pregnant. This did not stop them from having lots ...

... and lots of sex, though someone did accidentally leave up a yahoo answers search about having sex with your pregnant girlfriend and if your dick would hurt the baby. I cried for a week straight after I found out. In the back of my mind, I always thought Milo and Lucy wouldn't last. I still wanted him. After much research, I decided I needed to try again. This time, with me controlling everything. I scraped my savings together, ordered a package called, ’first love’ that included a seven inch, hot pink dildo with veiny texture, strawberry flavored lube, and warming oil. I was all over that tracking number like ants on a lollipop, and practically gave myself an ulcer making sure no one else intercepted my package. Who needs a man when you have three variable speeds and clit stimulation? I may have made the mistake of forgetting to buy batteries, and having to borrow them from my tv remote. I wasn't planning on watching any tv anyways. Things started out good. The lube tasted like strawberry candy, and things seemed to hum right along. The dildo wasn't intimidating, not like some that I had seen online, and with the lube, it slid in easy to home base. It felt easier than my first time with Milo had, smoother. Maybe it was all the lube, I don't know, but it had me going, my hand shaking and my calves tensing. And then it quit. “God dammit!” I cried out. I pulled the dildo out, and slapped the base against my palm. Nothing. I flipped the power switch back and forth. “Jesus fucking ...