A Broken Heart Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Broken Heart Part 1

... Lydia coveted. She thrived on the deep secrets that haunted the hearts of minds of everyone in her school and relished exploiting those secrets to her benefit. Lydia knew that by the end of the night, stories from this party would be traded, retold, and exaggerated in classrooms and corridors, allowing her to better reap the secrets she so desperately desired.

The photo booth she'd set up was a brilliant idea. It was a closet that served a dual purpose: a fun activity for her guests and a way for Lydia to document and, in a way, control the narrative of the evening. She observed the cheerleaders giggling, swapping props, and capturing memories. Many of these memories involved the girls brandishing their budding breasts, reeling in the boys from all over the house to take a small peak. She was sure that by the end of the night, several of the people attending would have a good quick fuck in the small, secluded closet. Lydia couldn’t think of a better way to gather evidence for future blackmail against them.

She flitted outside, where the balmy air was thick with a mix of pool water and youthful pheromones. She grinned at the whole arena of nudity proudly displayed for all to see. It was obvious that many had forgotten to bring their bathing suits and decided that they were optional anyway. The football jocks sent surges of jealousy from other boys as their dicks bounced across their upper thighs, a true sausage fest, while the less endowed strategically hid behind ...

... tables or hands to preserve some privacy. The young women however owned the bulk of the staring eyes as the plump breasts jiggled with every step and the cute tufts of pubic hair glistened with small droplets of water, illuminating the pinkish hues of their pussies. As a group of them would walk by the jocks, the already large cocks turned to ginormous salamis, ready for action. There were a few couples in the pool already engaged in that action, grunting with the exertion of sex in the water. Lydia felt her own pussy get a little wet with just the little time she spent out there.

Lydia waltzed back inside, careful to dodge the passersby hastily taking off their clothes to join the pool crowd. Amidst the entrance hall, the front door opened, momentarily cutting through the music with a rush of evening air. Jesse stepped in. His arrival was starkly different from Lydia's flamboyant presence. He looked slightly uncomfortable, his eyes darting around the mansion, clearly out of his element.

Lydia couldn't deny the magnetism of his physical presence. To her, Jesse's stature alone made him stand out in any crowd. He wasn't exceptionally tall, but his frame was built solidly, every muscle finely tuned from years on the football field. Each time she saw him, she couldn't help but notice how his broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, proof of the hours he spent in rigorous training. His dedication to the sport was evident. The waistline also accentuated the bulge that ...