Diane’s Daddy Issues [F18][College]

“How do you not have an Instagram?” Devyn scoffed at her roommate, Diane, as she swiped through the pictures on her phone from the previous night’s party. Devyn had already posted several of them on her account and the response was immediate, especially the posts with Diane. The trail of comments below ranged from playful compliments to incredibly perverse remarks and even a few sinister demands.

“Blocked… blocked… AAAAANNND blocked!” Devyn recited in a cheery voice as she eliminated the accounts of men who sexualized the pictures a little too much. Devyn relished in the needy approval of thirsty boys following her Instagram account, but drew the line when the men overtly sexualized her.

“…so many guys just have no chill…,” Devyn complained.

Still, she was, largely, unphased by the middle-aged man she just blocked who had posted under her photo, “I’m jealous of your heart because it’s pumping inside of you and I am not….”

“I just… never made an Insta,” Diane lied, knowing full well it was because she spent all of high school avoiding bullies, not seeking a bigger stage to present herself. Diane was bullied in person every day at school, she didn’t need the sinking fear that comes from being bullied twenty-four hours a day online.

“Just make one… I bet you’d have a zillion followers…,” she trailed off, lost in the phone glued to her hand. “Look! Look here! I’ve got, like, forty hot guys trying slide into my DM’s asking who you are! And look at all the comments on the picture of you!”

Diane looked at the messages on Devyn’s phone. There were from hundreds men, originating all over the world, who felt compelled to write something about a truly mundane picture of her standing and holding her cup of beer at the party. Looking at the photo, Diane remembered how she really liked the work she did with her eye make-up. She had a tried a new technique to blend the powder from a video she watched, and it worked out exceedingly well; that was her biggest takeaway from the picture. She was also wearing a top she had bought from H&M that was cut to fit a girl with her trim waistline and narrow shoulders but the material around her breasts was precariously stretched and she had real concerns it would burst open in pubic. As a result, she had to wear one of her more conservative bras, in case of a catastrophic wardrobe failure. She would have preferred to either have worn a very sheer bra with an underwire or none at all. Luckily the material held but now a random snap with her in the forefront had garnered thousands of likes from the swarm of pests that was the thirsty men who trolled the social media accounts of young girls.

*Please no hate me I like your face eyes cheeks look body parts boob*, a man from India had written.

*Hey Sexy! Do you have daddy issues?:) I’m 37 can I be your daddy?* One man wrote

*I would love to give you a compliment and call you beautiful but beauty is in the inside and I haven’t been in you… yet*, stated one guy from New York

*I want to cum all over ur beautiful face and make you my gf*. Wrote an exceptionally creepy guy.

“I really don’t want that kind of attention, Dev,” Diane replied making a face at the horrible comments. What she really wanted to say was that in high school, when every girl in her class was signing up for social media accounts in order to plaster themselves all over the internet, Diane just wanted to hide. Devyn didn’t know that Diane had been overweight throughout her childhood and she was frightened about having to tell her new best friend.

Life for Diane since losing the weight had been an incredible whirlwind that had forced the girl to summon every bit of her emotional strength just to cope. She had assumed incorrectly, that if she lost the weight, he life would be better, easier, and less of a painful trudge between humiliations and disappointments. Reality was, indeed, much improved, but she was unprepared for her transformation from an invisible girl to someone constantly dealing with a flood of attention, where not all of it was wanted. Everyone always told Diane that she looked like her mother when she was young. Diane had grown up on the stories about how her mother was a classic beauty and how Diane’s grandfather once, famously, had to chase a boy off the lawn who had shown up in the middle of the night to profess his love. Diane was well versed in the folklore about how her mother had been homecoming queen and prom queen at her high school. She heard how she had even done a little modelling and been in catalogs. These stories were all fables told to a small child, too young to understand, amidst her Disney themed childhood and legions of barbie dolls.

Diane saw the old pictures of her mother, Angela, the woman she loved with all of her heart, who raised her, and she simply could not equate the photographs of the skinny bombshell teenager, wearing an antique swimsuit and sporting weird wavy hair, to the Rubenesque woman she called ‘Mom’. For as long as Diane could remember her mother had always been overweight, just as her father had always been an overweight man. Her parents had met when Diane’s mother was still quite young. They had married when she was only twenty-five, but already a few months pregnant with Diane.

“It was a bit of a shotgun wedding,” Diane’s father joked.

Diane’s father, Tom, was nearly a decade older and, at the time of their marriage, was a newly minted partner at a law firm that specialized in intellectual property. Tom had been the rogue lawyer of his family as his father and uncles had all been defense attorneys and had unsuccessfully pressured the recent law school graduate into a career of thundering in front of a jury for huge sums of money. Instead, Tom made an impressive bankroll, defending the ownership of strings of computer code.

“Diane, when I met your mother, she was the best-looking girl I had ever seen in my life!” he had told her many times throughout Diane’s childhood.

“Oh, Diane… when I first met your father, I wasn’t interested in him at all… he just wasn’t my type… but he was such a nice guy and, eventually, I fell in love with him,” her mother would say.

Looking at the pictures on Devyn’s phone, Diane thought she looked exactly like her mother did at her age.

“I have to go to class, Dev… I’ll see you at practice,” she replied and grabbed her bag.

Diane walked down the hallway and knocked on the room that belonged to her boyfriend, Marcus.

“Dude, can you bounce out?” Marcus said to his roommate, laying on the bed and playing with his phone, as he opened the door for his girlfriend.

The young man on the bed, also a football player, stood up, stepped into his flip-flops and made for the door. “Hey, Diane!” he said as he aimlessly walked away. Diane smiled at him but kept her focus on Marcus.

“Hi babe!” Marcus smiled as he kissed his girl.

“Honey, I don’t have a ton of time… can we do this quick?”

Over text Diane had promised a blowjob to her man that morning as she had been wrapped up in a study group until late the previous night which resulted in Marcus being forced to make his own penis ejaculate.

“Yeah… babe… umm…. I was thinking we could do something a little different…,” Marcus stumbled.

“I really don’t want to have sex until I’m finished with my monthly bill… I know you’re fine with it but I’m not,” Diane reminded.

“No… umm… I was thinking I could… umm… you know this seemed so much less ridiculous before I had to say it out loud…,” he stumbled.

“What babe, just say it!” Diane blurted looking at her phone and seeing she had thirty minutes before class and the lecture hall was a ten-minute walk away. If she wanted to get coffee in the quad, she’d need to make Marcus ejaculate and be on her way in ten minutes or less.

“Instead of a bj… I wanna titty fuck you!” he revealed.

Diane had seen thousands of women performing the act while watching pornography before she had constant access to her boyfriend’s cock. Having a man thrusting his cock between her breasts was something she had never done, and she loved the idea.

“Ok, babe!” Diane sang.

“You are just… I… I’m so lucky to be with you!” Marcus stumbled.

For a moment, Diane thought he was going to say that he loved her; a phrase Diane had been dreaming of hearing for weeks. Devyn and her boyfriend, Aiden, said it all the time and Diane hungered to have the same emotional connection with her man.

“You are very lucky to have me!” Diane replied then pulled off her top and unhooked her bra.

She walked over to Marcus’ bed and grabbed the bottle of lotion he used to masturbate with and a pillow. Dropping to her knees in the middle of the floor, she carefully squirted several pumps onto her hands and then massaged the white cream between her gorgeous perky breasts. Looking at her man, his erection was very obvious and was creating quite a tent in his mesh basketball shorts.

Marcus pulled down the shorts and stepped up to his girl. Diane grabbed the shaft of her man’s throbbing cock and wiped the excess lotion from her hands up and down the member. Then she gave the cock a nice hard squeeze until a bead of precum presented itself of the tip. Diane sucked the purple head, consuming the drop, causing Marcus to groan with pleasure. Then she placed the cock between her tits and used her hand to press the massive orbs together. Instinctively, feeling a tightness around his penis, Marcus began to thrust.

The cock rubbing between her breasts was a strange sensation to Diane. It was not exactly pleasurable, but she very much enjoyed the act of giving pleasure to her man. The fat little head would disappear in her cleavage for a fraction of a second, and then emerge just under her chin. What was most curious to Diane was the sound created by the sliding cock. It was a very different noise then the time she had given her man a handjob with the same lotion; it was closer to the that of his girthy penis inside of her vagina but not quite. She tried to remember if the same noise was present in pornography or if they filtered it out.

“Yes, babe… yes… mmmm…,” Diane encouraged. One of the few things she had learned from pornography, that turned out to be true, was how men loved to be encouraged, like a small child, during sex. The reaction she received when she first tried it out was tremendous. Later on, as a test, Diane tried to use the exact same technique when getting Marcus to pick up his room and the adult man scoffed at her baby-talk encouragement at him gathering dirty socks.

Listening to his beautiful girl compliment his technique Marcus began to thrust faster, and Diane started to become excited, watching her man in frenzy.

*Ugh! I have to wait four more days to have sex!* She complained in her head.

For Marcus, the visual was beyond what he had hoped. Diane was looking up, directly at him, with her stunning face, encouraging him with her eyes. Her milky white breasts were a vision of perfection, almost bolted onto her skinny, toned body. The way she was squeezing her tits together was something otherworldly and spoke to his reptile brain which, in turn, knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, this was the pinnacle of what femineity should be and that he was, indeed, imbibing from the purest waters and on the cusp of linking his progeny with a woman possessing the ideal of physical traits.

“Wait… stop… I want to put more lotion on!” Diane whispered to her man as the cream became more viscus and began to pull on her flesh.

“No! I’m so close!” Marcus begged.

“Where are you going to cum?” Diane jolted in a concerned voice as she was already, mostly, dressed to leave the dorms.

“I’m just gonna cum!” Marcus panted.

*OK… let’s see how this goes…* Diane decided, allowing her man to just focus on his orgasm and not where his semen may or may not land.

“HUHH! UGGG HAA!” Marus grunted then flexed his hips, rolling them up so his cock was almost at Diane’s chin.

A massive spray of semen collided with Diane’s chin and ricocheted in every direction. Marcus plunged the head of his cock back inside Diane’s cleavage then thrust again to shoot a second rope under the girl’s chin.

“MMMM!!” Diane whimpered, feeling the errant droplets of semen bespeckle her new Athleta yoga pants.

Again, and again, Marcus plunged then spunked everywhere until his motions slowed, signifying a completion of his orgasm, finished and panting, with his shrinking cock still wedged between his girlfriend’s cleavage. Diane took stock of the Jackson Pollock of semen and lotion on her body and clothes, knowing full well she had to examine every aspect her appearance before being seen in public.

*Such a messy way to finish…* Diane grumbled in her head, having much preferred all the semen be contained tidily either in her mouth or vagina.

Diane let go of her breasts and grasped her man’s cock. Normally she might have sucked it, having already been in the idea position to do so, but it was completely covered with a mixture of semen and the paste-like substance that the lotion had been reduced to amidst the friction of Marcus’ wild pumping.

“That was… unbelievable! I want to do that again!” Marcus groaned with pleasure.

“I have to get to class… do you have any wipes?” Diane asked.

“Wipes… umm… no… I’ve got a towel… hold on!”

Marcus pulled up his shorts, and, to Diane’s horror, had no issue with his semen and lotion covered dick being returned to their boxers without first being thoroughly cleaned. Then he bounded across the room and grabbed a towel off a hook and tossed it to his woman.

“Oh my God! Gross!” Diane shrieked, dropping the towel on the floor.

“What!” Marcus puzzled.

“It’s wet and smells like mildew! When did you last wash this?”

“Umm… I dunno!”

“Babe… I need to go to class. Text me later?” Diane asked as she put her t-shirt on despite being covered in goop.

“Yeah, babe… definitely… thank you!”

“Baby! Don’t thank me for… well I suppose titty fucking you…” Diane laughed.

With her shirt over the mess, Diane snuck out the door and quickly ran back to her room. To her dismay, Devyn was still there.

“I thought you left for class!” Devyn puzzled. “Wait… what the… what’s all over you?”

“Don’t laugh!” Diane blurted with a huge smile on her face as she peeled off the top and Devyn saw her topless and covered in white paste.

“Oh my God! What did you do!”

Diane was almost never topless in front of her roommate. The girls would both put on their bras while still wearing towels, shielding their naked bodies, if the other was in the room. Diane resigned herself to Devyn seeing everything if she had any hope of cleaning the mess.

“I let Marcus titty fuck me!” Diane laughed while attacking her chest with a handful of wet wipes from the jumbo package on her desk.

“HAHAHAAHAHAHA!” Devyn cackled.

Both of the girls continued to laughed while Diane used nearly a dozen wipes to clean herself. She would have much preferred to take a second shower, but there was no time. She changed her yoga pants, put on a different top and examined her face and hair for the traces of her man’s DNA. Everything seemed in order.

“If I was a guy, I would *TOTALLY* titty fuck you too!” Devyn laughed at her roommate.

“Well… Marcus certainly enjoyed it!” Diane smiled as she completed the hazmat cleanup in time to easily make her lecture but without her favorite soy latte.

As Diane walked to class, she soaked in the sun, making a mental note to enjoy the last few days of warm weather. Even though Marcus had ruined her first outfit choice, she had on a different style of the Athleta brand she loved so much; comfy stretch pants that had the most perfect pocket for her phone. She also had on a little t-shirt she got at Aeropostale that didn’t fit too tightly so she could feel comfortable and not have her girls on full display. Halfway to the lecture hall, she stopped and pulled the thin jacket out of her bag and put it on. Even though it was not quite cool enough to make her want another layer, Diane’s nipples were making their presence known and after the seventh boy had twisted his entire body to fix his eyes on the brail dots in her fabric she had enough and put the layer on.

“Hey! Hey! Umm… hi!” a teenager she had never met before jolted her by running up from behind. He stopped her from walking forward by blocking her way with his body.

“Umm… hi?” Diane replied.

“Listen… I don’t know you… but I’ve seen you and I want to meet you… I’m Jason… can I take you out for a coffee?”

“Oh… umm… I’m just going to class… and I have a boyfriend… but it’s really nice to meet you, Jason,” Diane cringed, trying to be as nice as she could, then slowly walking around the boy, eliminating his opportunity to try a second time. Diane understood how horrible the boy must have felt, but these altercations had become slightly out of hand. The poor girl wasn’t able to enjoy a walk to class, sit in the campus center, even study outside of her room without one of her fellow students either asking her to coffee or outright attempting to coerce her into bed.

“Do boys say gross things to you?” Diane had asked Devyn.

“Like what?”

“I was walking through the quad and this guy… who I totally think doesn’t even go to our school because I never saw in my life… asked me if I wanted to come back to his apartment… when I said ‘No’, he asked again but this time he informed me we would be having sex and that he was reeeaaally good at sex… and I was like…”

“Gross,” Devyn said, finishing Diane sentence.

“Yeah!” Diane agreed, being so confused about how men attempted to flirt with her.

Diane had spent years dreaming of male attention when she was overweight. She had watched every romantic comedy ever made and was desperate for a handsome, clever man to entice her, over and over, until she simply had to submit to him. Even in porn movies, the men were cool and aloof. They never ran across a field and, while out of breath, and wearing an outfit that seemed completely unplanned, insecurely blurt out their desire to go on a date.

“I don’t think men try very hard… they put zero effort into flirting… Marcus was intriguing when I first met him… I wanted to see him again!”

“Marcus is a hot guy, Diane… all hot guys are intriguing!” she laughed.

“If boys tried… even just a little… wore a sharp outfit… combed their hair… smelled nice… and were confident, smart, funny and not so… I don’t know… so available… so needy… I could only say ‘no’ to Marcus once when he did those things and that was SOOOO difficult!” Diane explained.

At her lecture hall, Diane tried to put these strange realities out of her mind while she listened and took notes. Even just sitting there, she could feel the eyes of men and women alike fixing their gaze on her. Even the graduate student teaching the class made eye contact with her every few moment when there were clearly a few hundred students in the massive, stadium-like lecture hall.

Diane spent the rest of the day going to her lectures and sitting in the campus center trying to get a jump on her work as she had track practice looming ahead of her in the afternoon.

“Hey! Umm… you mind if I study with you… I can get you another coffee?” A boy she didn’t know asked.

Diane had put her earbuds in but wasn’t playing music on them. It was a ploy she had been taught by Devyn to be left alone.

“What?” Diane asked, taking the bud out, making an annoyed face; certain the boy had seen the white tip of each airpod clearly crammed into her ears.

“Oh… umm… nothing,” he replied, frowning as Diane returned the bud to its spot in her ear canal.

Thinking that she was listening to music, she could overhear him talking to his friends and distinctly heard him use the word ‘bitchy’. Diane just wanted to finish at least some of her work before practice and this was the third offer for companionship that hour.

*Maybe I am being bitchy?* Diane thought, feeling sad and frustrated at the same time. She gathered her books and went back to her room, not wanting to be around people anymore until she absolutely had to at practice.

The hour she had to be running with the team arrived far too quickly and Diane walked to practice alone as Devyn must have had a class immediatly prior and had opted to go directly from the lecture hall. After a grueling practice, Diane showered and looked at her phone. Her mother had called and texted.

“Is everything Ok, Mom!” Diane said in a worried voice, returning her call.

“Oh… everything is fine, sweetie! I just wanted to tell you that I’m coming to visit you at school,” her mother explained.

“Oh… when?”

“When do you have time?”

“We don’t have a track meet this weekend; the following weekend is conference… so we could meet for lunch after the morning practice on Saturday!” Diane cheered. She loved her mother and was really excited to see her.

“I have so much to look forward to on Saturday!” Diane told Devyn. “My mother is visiting, I’ll be finished with my monthly visitor, so I can have sex, and we don’t have a meet so… maybe we can go out Saturday night!”

“Don’t forget we have the practice from hell on Saturday and Sunday…,” Devyn reminded. “We won’t be able to go out or do much at all!”

Devyn was referring to the toughest practice of the year, the last weekend before the conference meet and the end of the cross-country season. Diane went back to studying and, unfortunately, had to inform Marcus that he won’t be receiving his blowjob until the next morning.

The following morning, Diane woke up early, got ready for class, and made certain to suck Marcus’ cock before her early lecture and not indulge him in another exotic sex act that would ruin her outfit. After she had allowed him to ejaculate between her breasts, the Athleta yoga pants she was wearing were ruined for anything except actual yoga. Fat droplets of semen had dug deep into the fibers causing a discoloration, even though she washed them twice. Diane knew not to get semen on clothes she loved and, if she did, it was no different than wine; address the stain immediately or suffer the consequences of a destroyed garment.

“Can we just do it once more… you can get totally naked!” Marcus begged, attempting to get his girl to allow him another chance and cumming between her breasts.

“Do you not want a bj this morning… cause I could just go to class?” she taunted.

“No, no, no… I’m gooooood!” Marcus corrected.

Diane then had her man lay on his bed so she could comfortably service him. She really wanted to get her coffee before class, so Diane took a particularly tight grip on his cock and sucked with intense pressure. It was less than a minute before Marcus was flopping on the bed, like a fish that had been yanked out of a cool brook, as muscles, deep inside his body surged hundreds of millions of viable sperm into Diane’s vacuuming mouth to die an instantaneous death, a moment later, in her stomach. Diane gently sucked on the tip until every single one of her man’s swimmers were consumed, then took great care to lick around his foreskin and clean every inch of his cock with her tongue.

“Saturday night… we’re having sex! …And I want you to last a long time!” Diane squealed as she took Marcus’ spent and shrinking cock out of her mouth.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nk2w1t/dianes_daddy_issues_f18college

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