Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

RULE OF THUMB

PART I

Author's Note: This is a first submission. I didn't have the energy to engage with an editor, so while I think it's not a painful read, well, you'll have to be the judge. This story's 'coming of age' theme is fairly standard: a young woman learning she craves pain, humiliation and submission, that these things set ablaze her already massive libido. The scenes of sado-masochism are heavier than most content I've read in Literotica, so be advised. These events are part autobiographical, part biographical. That is to say, the admittedly massive exaggerations of constant heaving arousal and, less exaggerated, the intense erotic beatings, do at core derive from my actual experiences, or those of folks I've known.

This story was not written for Literotica. The first six chapters originally explored early sexual awareness of our protagonist and her friends because it's a story of 'awakening' and we don't actually wake up on our eighteenth birthdays and discover our sexy bits. These early explorations also inform the story's ultimate trajectory. It was not my intent to pruriently exploit young teens having sex but rather to appreciate all over again what it was like to first imprint on our enduring erotic predilections. Nevertheless, rightly, though sadly, these themes ran afoul of Lit's Content Standards. I suspect that deleting most of the first six chapters chopped up the story's flow and the understanding our protagonist's motivations, despite my ...

... best efforts to suture the prunings. Also, a particular species of sex act also had to be excised throughout. If my edits have failed and left the story fatally disjointed, my apologies. And finally, this story is unapologetic jerk fodder and I hope it works for you.

CHAPTER 1: FIRST FIST

Claire learns words have consequences.

"Deeper!" she gasped. Clarie couldn't be sure he heard her; wasn't sure she'd actually vocalized. But the pressure in her cunt increased and she concentrated on trying to relax her stuffed hole; to gather the invading digits deeper into her core. She was on her back, barely. Her head was pressed rigidly into bedding. The sheets were wet with girl cum from the constant onslaught of orgasms inflicted on her the last twenty minutes. The pillow was soaked with drool. Her back arched as another contraction ripped through her. She needed respite, a moment to recover. But Jim was relentless. She was vaguely afraid because she couldn't really do anything to keep his fingers from ripping her open.

"You want it deeper, slut? You want my fist all the way in?" She couldn't believe Jim's fist wasn'talready completely in. More frothy girl juice gushed out her hole as he rocked his hand inside her, pressing inward relentlessly. With each shove her pussy squelched obscenely. The pungent juice coursed freely from her almost hairless slit. Her cunt lips were stretched and white; purple and blue bruising visible all along her inner thighs. Lathered cunt juice, ...