To start off, this is my first post so it might be rough. But that’s been said enough already.
This story is looking back on one of my best memories and I thought I would have to share. This happened in my senior year of highschool. I had long brown hair and a decent body and, I’ll admit it, no drive to do anything but drink, get high, and ignore school. Around the end of first quarter I had enrolled in a class for students struggling, sort of like academic support. And that’s when I first met her.
Claire was what seemed like a ten to me at the time, and still might be. To describe her in purely a physical way is almost a challenge. She had supple breasts, creamy soft skin, big round eyes, and a smile with dimples that was adorable. She had a perfect hourglass shape and her ass and legs were perfectly fit together, perfectly proportional to make the perfect body. She was a year below me, in 11th grade and she was 16. I was 17 and I knew that Claire had to be mine.
She sat in the front row and I sat in the middle and one seat over so I could see her legs and body from my seat, and boy did I. The way she fidgeted and threw her hair away from her face and over her shoulder was so surreal to me.
For awhile, we didn’t talk. At all. Until one day the teacher, who also ran detention, assigned groups and counted us all off, and I was in Claire’s group. The first days of the project the group split, me and Claire and the other pairs of two each did their own work. Claire had to come over after school twice which we’ll get into in a second. We had started to chat and Claire had been even more stunning with her personality, she was bright and funny, and had a way of making me fall into her stories. We started to text in the coming days and weeks until we felt more comfortable talking about private things, such as partying and sex life. She had confessed that she was a virgin, but had given a hand job and a blow job before to her ex boyfriend. I was not a virgin, and she was seemingly very interested in this, she would always ask me questions about who and how and when I had fucked and talking about what would I do to her, which seemed weird but as a young man was very arousing.
The first time she had come over was before we had become more intimate in our conversations. The second time was a little bit more interesting how ever. We had done the work for our project which was on something about the prison system. But anyway. We had gone to the couch in my room to watch some tv and hang out, which excited me. Pretty quickly she was leaning on me and I was holding her in my arms and not long after we were making out and reaching for her bra strap. She let me unhook it and play with her nipples and breasts while still frenching her. She started to stroke my cock outside of my pants and you could feel the tension and heat in the room. She undid the button of my fly, but didn’t expose my penis yet. She wanted to tease me and herself. My hand was on her pants stroking her pussy through her leggings and grabbing her ass. She finally broke the bond of our lips and exposed my rigid cock. She had never seen one so big because she had never seen porn or any other dicks minus her ex. She started to stroke slowly and leaned on to my chest. She let my hand creep below the waistband of her leggings and stroke her soft innie pussy. She moaned as she continued to play with my dick. She leaned over slowly and her soft lips pursed to kiss and lick the tip of my long cock. She enveloped the whole head and swirled, like I had texted her about before. She tried to take it all, and after five to ten minutes, she was fucking her throats with my cock while I held her hair. She couldn’t swallow my hot load, massive from the tension and excitement of the situation. It dropped down her chin and she smiled and wiped it away and told me how she loved the way my smooth long cock tasted.
I knew we were in for more… and so are you when I write part two.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5d7mmf/taking_claires_innocence_part_1_mf