Adventures Of Sarah Stevens 6 Trying To Fuck A Telephone Pole

"Fine I will take it easy."

She reached out, put her arms around me, and kissed my cheek.

"You can do things that very few people on Earth can do. But promise me that you will be discreet. If word gets out, you will be pestered by people who want to exploit you. If you want to live your own life, you will need to hide your abilities."

"Sounds like you have some experience regarding this. You didn't freak out even after seeing such things."

"Maybe. I cannot say anything more. You will understand later. Now you need to go Sarah. I love you."

That was the last thing I heard before I slowly started losing consciousness.

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The next morning, I felt super. I hadn't slept at all well the previous night and I needed the rest. For some reason my memories of last night were a bit hazy. I knew I had met someone; I was at her place but for some inexplicable reason I woke up in my bed. I wouldn't be surprised if I had magically teleported to my own bed in the dead of night.

I know losing one's virginity was supposed to be a special affair but I didn't feel any different, nor had it affected my s.e.x drive. In fact, I was already h.o.r.n.y. I was not even that freaked out to realize that I had powers, frankly the last three months had changed my perception of what normal was.

I ran a brush through my hair and I padded down to the boys' bedrooms to see if I could find them. I tried Jim's first since it was the first, I came to. The door was slightly ajar, so I eased it open and stuck my head inside. The place was the mess I expected. There were clothes, schoolbooks, and piles of stuff everywhere. There was so much stuff piled on the bed that I did not notice at first that Jim was lying on it. He had his eyes tightly closed and his shorts down to his knees. His c.o.c.k was in his fist and he was slowly stroking it up and down.

I was torn between being embarra.s.sed at walking in on him while he was masturbating and being fascinated by it. I stood where I was for the moment and fascination quickly won out. I had never seen a boy m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e before and the sight was awfully exciting. His hand went up and down, pulling the skin almost over the head on the upstroke and exposing it on the downstroke. It looked like he was doing it so hard that I thought it must hurt to be that rough. Although, from the way he moved his hips it must have felt pretty good to him. When he pulled down on his c.o.c.k, the head bulged and turned purple. It looked like it would burst when he squeezed it.

I became acutely aware that I was only wearing an oversized top and that my body was beginning to react to the situation. I thought I should leave and give him some privacy, but I could not tear my eyes away from his c.o.c.k. Several inches of it stuck out of his fist and it seemed to be getting even bigger as he stroked it. I wondered just how large Jim's would be when it stopped swelling.

Arousal and curiosity took over and rescinded my decision to leave. I stepped over to the side of the bed. Swinging my leg onto the bed, I straddled Jim's thighs so that I was sitting on his legs with his c.o.c.k directly in front of my open p.u.s.s.y. When he felt my weight on him, his eyes snapped open and he let go of his c.o.c.k.

"Hi there," I said. I stroked my hands up my sides and under my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"

His reaction was everything I hoped it would be. His eyes locked onto my chest and his mouth fell open. I expected him to start drooling any second. I let him have a good, long look at me. I turned and posed some, trying not to be too obvious about it. Although I don't think it mattered a bit to him how obvious I was being. My 48-18-36 measurements could reduce boys to quivering jelly.

I started to play with the one b.u.t.ton below my b.r.e.a.s.t.s that held my top closed. I plucked at it and ran my fingers around it as though I couldn't figure out how to operate it. I mimed tugging and pulling at my top as though it was suffocating me and I was trying to get it off. I stroked my stomach and my hips and let my fingers flutter over my p.u.s.s.y as if I were about to start fingering myself.

He looked at me goggle-eyed and did not say a word. I decided to take that as an invitation. I reached out and took hold of his c.o.c.k and started to stroke it for him. I tried to match his grip and technique as much as I could, even though my hand fit all the way around his shaft, I could not bring myself to be as rough as he had been with it.

"Oh, yes!" he said. "That's good. Oh, that feels great."

Encouraged, I felt the head of his c.o.c.k with my other hand. It felt spongy and firm. The skin was very smooth and hot. I stroked and petted it with my fingers as I worked the shaft with my fist. I must have been doing it right, because his c.o.c.k grew quickly and got very hard in my hand. The skin drew taut over the shaft and I felt veins bulge out. I relaxed my grip and let my hand slide over his c.o.c.k, just stroking the shaft lightly. His hips started to buck under me and I had to spread my legs to keep from being thrown off. This pulled the skin away from my c.l.i.t and I reached down between my legs and started to stroke my p.u.s.s.y with the same rhythm I was using on Jim's c.o.c.k. In no time at all, I had juice running from my p.u.s.s.y. I slid up his thighs so my wetness was pressed against the base of his hard c.o.c.k. The shaft reached to above my navel. I imagined it inside me, pus.h.i.+ng into my v.a.g.i.n.a and I started rocking my hips to rub my c.l.i.t against his c.o.c.k.

I quit stroking and let go of the shaft. His c.o.c.k stood straight up against my belly with no help from me. I leaned over him and put my hands on the bed on either side of his chest. I rocked my hips forward and his c.o.c.k slid between my legs. I pressed my p.u.s.s.y against it and rubbed up and down its length. The feeling of his hot hard c.o.c.k rubbing against my c.l.i.t sent me into a frenzy. I bucked my hips as fast as I could, grinding on his hard thing. When I felt his hands on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s I moaned with pleasure. He pawed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and pulled too roughly on my nipples, but I was too into the feeling of his c.o.c.k sliding between my p.u.s.s.y lips to complain.

I was so hot from having my p.u.s.s.y touching a real c.o.c.k that I came very quickly. I stopped rubbing myself on his c.o.c.k and held still as the climax turned my whole body into one big exposed nerve. I shuddered with pleasure and collapsed onto Jim's chest, pressing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s into him. I was still c.u.mming when I felt his c.o.c.k start to pulse against my c.l.i.t. It wasn't until I heard him moan and push his hips off the bed that I realized that he was c.u.mming too. His c.o.c.k throbbed a few times, squirting his hot c.u.m against my stomach. Too late, I realized I could have had had his c.o.c.k inside me and felt what was like to have a c.o.c.k cream my p.u.s.s.y.

Jim put his arms around me and held me as we both recovered from our o.r.g.a.s.ms. I was dropping from the high of my climax into a wonderful afterglow when I felt his hands move down my back to cup my a.s.s-cheeks. His hands felt so good on my bare a.s.s as he kneaded and squeezed them. What had been too rough on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s was wonderful on my b.u.t.t. I was lying there, enjoying being ma.s.saged and pulled apart by his exploring fingers when I heard a loud growl from my stomach and I realized that I wasn't going to be able to postpone breakfast any longer.

"Welcome back Jim," I told him. "Come and eat." I peeled myself off of his stomach and got off the bed to get my top. I used it to clean up both of us before I realized that I now had nothing to wear.

"I'll find you something to put on." Jim said, smiling. "Go tell Bud it's time for lunch. We reached quite late last night."

I grinned back. What he meant was, "Go tell Bud without a st.i.tch of clothes on." I was game. While Jim rummaged through his dresser, I went out into the hall and down to Bud's door. It was standing open and Bud was sitting at his PC, intently playing a game. I tiptoed up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Bud? It's time for breakfast. Come and get it."

"Yeah, yeah. In a minute." He said. He did not even turn around.

"Come now and you will get served. Wait and you fix your own." I said.

"OK! In a minute!" He said, still into the game.

I grabbed the back of his swivel chair and spun it around as hard as I could. When he was facing me, I jumped into his lap with my legs on either side on his. I leaned over so his face was between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and grabbed the back of the chair.

"Do I have your attention?" I said, right into his ear.

There was a m.u.f.fled squeak from my chest. "Yes," he said.

"Let's go for breakfast."

This time I felt his head move up and down between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he nodded his a.s.sent. I smiled. Bud was learning to take advantage of the opportunities that came his way. I knew that the next time I spoke to him I would get his undivided attention.

"Do you want me to get off your lap?" I asked. Bud shook his head, 'no', rubbing his face around in my cleavage.
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"Are you sure I'm not smothering you?" I asked. He shook his head again and closed his arms around my back, hugging me to him. I squirmed a little, rubbing myself against him. I could feel his c.o.c.k growing in his pants. I stood up, straddling the swivel chair and reached down between us to unzip his fly. Then I reached in and pulled his c.o.c.k out. It was much thicker than the big double-headed d.i.l.d.o that was inside me earlier. There was no way that it was going to fit inside my p.u.s.s.y. Still, I had to try. I had just missed one opportunity to get a real c.o.c.k inside me. There was no way I was going to pa.s.s up another.

"Oh, G.o.d! Your c.o.c.k is a monster, Bud. I can't even get my hand around it." I whispered to him.

I continued to pull on his c.o.c.k and it stiffened in my hand. I lowered my p.u.s.s.y down onto his lap and put the broad head of his c.o.c.k between my p.u.s.s.y lips and at the opening to my v.a.g.i.n.a. I moved it around to get the head wet with my juice and then I lowered my body down onto his fat c.o.c.k. I felt the head push into my small opening and start to force its way into me. The feeling was incredibly hot, hotter than anything I had ever felt before, but it felt as if I were trying to f.u.c.k a telephone pole.