Part 8 - Clarice has another Saturday morning - Sex Stories

Part 8 - Clarice has another Saturday morning

Clarice’s other Saturday morning

I already had breakfast and watched more Saturday morning cartoons. I just enjoy these mornings where l do not have my parents around and l am just by myself. I can do whatever l choose. And that means a lot.

I was thinking back on those last few months where l went from being a virgin to having the penis of older guys in my mouth, and sleeping with one of them... twice!!! I was imagining myself being their little play toy. First with Jack, continuing giving me the best sex a girl like me can have. Making sure he gets the best sex he deserves. Making sure l give him the most he could get out of me, and then more! And then l think about Bob. Bob who, after finding him cute and sexy since the age of 10 (he was my first crush), l finally had contact with him in giving him head. Not when he wanted me to, but when l wanted to. I gave him two on that Saturday morning. And then a quick one another evening. I really, really, hope one day we can do it. I will admit that Jack gave me a lot, so it will be hard to beat him, but l hope we end up together because l think the feeling would be different but the results just as good.

I am now accepting that l am sexually active. In a few months, l got more than most girls in my classes. I have realized a few things since l started all of this. First off, l can get really intense orgasms. Second, l like having a dick in my mouth, and men love it too. And third, l love sex! I want it all the time. If l ...

... could, l would have it all the time. But it is not socially acceptable for a young lady like myself to be so active. Or even to be active at all. But l really want it!

It is crazy how the idea of me wanting it all the time is real. This is more than fantasy. I technically can make this happen. I love it when my men enjoys me, l am happy to see that, yes, men do enjoy me! I just love being their object of not just fantasy, but relief. Other strange thing is, Bob is married. And l do not even care. That’s scary,

The doorbell rings and this brings me out of my train of thoughts. Who could it be? I know Jack’s away. Could it be Bob again? If it is Bob, he HAS to come in and we HAVE to do it!

I take a peek out the window and it’s just Quark. I invite him in and he forgot everyone was away. He needed to borrow a tool from my dad downstairs, which l know he borrows all the time. He comes in with his tool case. He goes down before me but does not go in the tool room. He puts his tool case beside my couch, sits on the couch, and then just looks at me. I sort of froze. No idea what is going on. « What is it? » is the only words coming out of my mouth. He sort of just looked at me, all smiles. Then he opens the tool box, and give me an enveloppe. I asked him what it was. He invited ne to just look.

I opened the enveloppe and take out the content. It’s pictures. Pictures of me. Pictures of me with Jack, fucking in his bed! Pictures of me and Bob. Pictures of my head on Bob’s ...