University Challenge - Part 1 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 1

... unable to resist – unwilling to resist too, if the truth be known - as if simply waiting for him to penetrate me. “See! You do want it! You’re turned on! You’re wet as hell,” he hissed, thrusting his fingers deep into me again. It was true. My body had betrayed me further by lubricating for all it was worth around his fingers as if screaming ‘Yes! Fuck me! I want you now!’ I felt his shaft pressing against my open thigh, his round head colliding with my swollen vulva, seeking my entrance. My mind knew I should stop him but my body seemed to crave him inside me. He pressed forwards, the head of his cock beginning to enter my body, stretching my tight, inexperienced inner lips. He was about to fuck me! Oh God! For only the third time in my short life, I felt a boy’s cock begin to enter my vagina. It was frightening but at the same time so exciting! “Please,” I mumbled weakly into the night, not knowing if he even heard me; not knowing myself if I meant ‘Please stop’ or ‘Please fuck me!’. His cock slid further into me. It felt huge, stretching me but the angle was awkward and he couldn’t get more than a short way into my body. He lifted my leg further, ...

... spreading my thighs wider, ready to thrust all the way into me. “Oh God, yessss,” I hissed, my decision now made. I felt his body tense and prepared myself for the full force of his penetration... Suddenly I heard footsteps; angry male voices were shouting. Then Max’s strong body was pulled violently away from me, his cock ripped forcefully from my vagina. I yelped in surprise and pain and held on to the wall for balance. “What the fuck...?” I heard him shout. There was a brief shuffling sound followed by two loud smacks and he fell to the floor. There was a scrambling, a scuffling sound then he stood up again. A further half dozen loud thumping sounds came from two large shadows in the background. Strong arms grabbed me and held me tightly. My face was pressed into a powerful chest with a familiar, welcome smell. There was another shuffling sound and I heard footsteps running away down the alley. “Jesus! My fist hurts!” The voice was familiar and so, so welcome. “Bastard!” he screamed after the rapidly retreating footsteps. My beloved stepbrother Michael had come to rescue me – whether I wanted to be rescued or not! “It’s ok Nic. You’re safe now,” he said.