University Challenge - Part 2 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 2

... feeling I had encountered with Max grew stronger and stronger with every smooth thrust of Mike’s cock. My sensitive slit became more sensitive still and the entrance to my vagina felt on fire; every ridge and undulation of his shaft sending a bolt of pleasure through my belly. My chest felt tight and a warm glow began to radiate outwards from my groin, through my belly and into my chest. So this was what making love was really like! This was what all the fuss was about! Finally I began to understand! I heard a soft gasp from Mike’s sweet face only inches about mine and his pace changed, his thrusts became stronger and wilder and he began to grunt. I began to feel a little frightened, not realising this meant he was building up to a climax. He thrust harder into me and the room filled with wet slapping sounds; he thrust faster and faster, my inexperienced vagina now beginning to feel sore but oh-so-sensitive. I bit my lip again and gripped his upper arms, feeling him tremble and then grunt; short coarse noises coming from his throat as his body shook and pulsed. His head within me seemed to swell to an enormous size... And then, without warning, Mike pulled his throbbing cock almost violently out of my vagina. After filling me so completely, his sudden withdrawal was a shock and I squealed aloud in protest. But before my sex-fuddled brain could grasp what was happening, my tummy was covered in pools of hot sticky fluid. My stepbrother was ejaculating wildly onto my body, his ...

... own body in strange, ugly spasms; low, animal sounds coming from his half closed mouth. His thrusts slowed and stopped. Mike held himself high above me, looking down into my eyes. I lay motionless beneath him feeling almost abandoned and empty, half frightened by the force of our lovemaking; not knowing what else to do as the spasms and trembling in his body subsided. The whole encounter could only have lasted a few minutes but it changed my world. Nothing in my limited sex life had prepared me for this. Drops of sweat fell from his forehead onto my face and lips. His breathing was heavy and laboured as he lowered his face to mine and kissed me lovingly again. He tasted salty. He kissed me once more then rolled over to lie next to me in the darkness, his body pressed close to mine. I lay there stunned, unable to move, my body feeling battered and so, so tired. I must have started to cry a little because I felt tears running down my cheeks. “Nic? Oh sweetheart!" his voice was clearly distressed. “I’m okay,” I snuffled, my nose filling with salty tears as the enormity of what we had just done began to dawn on me. Instinctively I pressed my thighs together as if to hide the ‘scene of the crime’ and raised my knees almost to my chest. “I’m sorry, I... I don’t know what came over me,” he mumbled, still lying stiff alongside me. My chest ached with fear. Had we just destroyed our relationship? Our family? What had I done to make him want to have sex with me? Apart from wanting him ...