Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... neck. Still close he hissed, "Now get ready to take it all the way, baby."

And with that, Jim started jerking her big clit like a little penis, gripping it between thumb and forefinger, stroking from the base to its engorged tip. Claire moaned, betrayed by her body. She felt her soul being sucked into the vortex of another massive orgasm. Jim started the final push that would end with his fist buried to the wrist up her cunt. Claire felt the last thumb knuckle clear her vaginal entry, felt his hand, ball into a fist, sliding in one motion all the way to her cervix and past. Claire couldn't comprehend what she saw; that his wrist was now gripped by her lathered cunt lips. Her eyes went wide, and she emitted a soul deep groan. Her body arched and before she could scream, she fainted.

CHAPTER 2: EARLY YEARS AND CLAIRE'S WINTER OF DISCONTENT

Claire gets careless and life becomes way more interesting.

Evidence that Claire would possess a voracious sexual appetite surfaced very early in her life. That she had such needs both shamed and embarrassed her but, at the same time, left her feeling proud at her maturity. In grade school she'd been taunted as the class "dirty girl." She felt bad when she met in secret with boys and they mutually explored their physical curiosity, only to have them turn and treat her meanly and with contempt afterward. But the larger part of her couldn't stop. Something in her, something dark and twisty felt deep relief at these explorations. ...

... The furtive nature of the forbidden explorations infused these secret sessions with exhilaration and arousal. From a very early age, being objectified became linked in Claire to release of very dark but pleasurable emotions. At no time did she feel more alive than those-always-hushed times, in the bushes at the park, or in garages and tool sheds; hidden leafy spots near the creek. Remarkably, she and her partners had never been caught and even though her classmates had her pegged as a slut, no adults ever really seemed to catch on. No adults seemed able to imagine the strength of her exhibitionistic compulsions, or the lengths to which she would go to sate them. It helped that her family moved often in those years. Before the mean-spirited school yard taunts could percolate up to the attention of distracted parents, parents still in denial that their barely pubescent children might actually bedoing something. Before having to confront those truths, she'd moved on.

Eventually though, she was caught when one of the boys took her into the garage at his house and they'd got busy in the family car. It had been dark in the garage and they were way past being watchful anyway. They'd never seen his father standing at the window. Her parents were informed and that had been awful: awkward conversations about "protecting her reputation" and "not rushing into adulthood." They'd moved again before long, and, wisely, they'd put her on the pill.

Claire had been held back by her parents ...