Hey sexy people. I have rediscovered my love for writing recently and I’m looking to write more. Writing from my own imagination and experience is fun and all, but… I want to write, or help you write, your stories. Hit me up with a past experience or an idea you have and let’s get it out to our fellow pervs. I’m obviously not looking to charge anything or post your stories, but you’re more than welcome to! Here is something I did recently for a requester and we are having too much fun with this one.
Kayla was the shining star for her family. She was cute, innocent and an amazing student when she was in high-school.
You may be asking yourself “If she was so good, then why is she currently on all fours with a cock in every hole?”
That is the story I’m here to tell. This is how perfect little Kayla went from perfect innocence to ravenous cum slut.
I met Kayla during the summer. She had just turned 18 and was experiencing freedom from her parents for the first time. She and her friends were swimming at the river behind my property. She was wearing a tiny little two piece teenage girls wear to show that they are women now obvious to how older men would leer at her nearly naked body.
I invited her and her friends to use my pool instead of the filthy river to which they all agreed would be much better. I left them to swim and went about doing chores around the house.
About an hour later I heard a knock on my back door and went to see who it was. I opened the back door to Kayla smiling face. She asked, “Is it okay if I use your bathroom before we leave?”
To which I replied “sure.”
I gave her directions and went to my bedroom to change out of my work clothes.
In the middle of changing(I was completely naked) I heard a surprised gasp. I spun to see that my bedroom door was cracked open. I immediately threw on my pants and opened my door to see Kayla in the corner with her back to me.
“Enjoy the show?” I asked.
“I didn’t see anything I swear. I just got lost” she exclaimed turning to me wrapping her arms around her waist.
“The front door is to your left just through the living room” I say giving her a knowing look.
“I’m sorry” she says turning red and runs for the door.
“See you around.” I say to her retreating form.
I did see Kayla around a few more times that summer but she never would quite look me in the face.
That autumn is the first time I saw the spark of something darker in Kayla.
I let was later in the afternoon and I had just finished mowing the yard.
She walks up to me seemingly out of nowhere and ask, “Do you like cake?”
I was thrown off by the sudden question , but I could see that she was very flustered so I decided to be nice “As much as the next guys.
“I’m making cake tonight. Do you want a piece?” She blurts.
“I would love a piece of your cake.” I say. I was trying to be smooth and non-intimidating, but she grew redder by the word.
“Ok, I’ll bring it by tomorrow.” She spins and takes off down the road.
“Some one has a crush on me.” I grin.
The next day there is a timid knock on my front door. It opens to a blushing and silent Kayla holding a foil wrapped plate.
“Come in.” I say politely.
Kayla shuffle through the front door looking at nothing but the plate holding what I assume is her unnecessary peace offering.
“Is that for me?” I ask.
She thrust it in my direction and say “I hope you like it.”
“I’m sure I will.” I laugh
I take the plate into the kitchen and place it on the counter.
“Aren’t you going to eat it?” She ask following me.
“In front of you?” I ask bemused.
“I need to know if you like it.”
I unwrap the plate and begin eating. Kayla slowly begins to open up with some small talk and before long I can’t get her to shut up. An hour or two passes and I ask,
“Shouldn’t you be getting home?”
“Yeah.” She skills weakly.
“We’ll thank you for the cake.” I smile back.
I eyes drop and I can see her struggling internally.
“What is it?” I say
After a moment or two of silence she blurts out, “I did see it that day!”
I stared at her in stunned silence. I mean, I knew she did, but I never expected her to admit it.
“It okay, accidents happen.” I say reassuringly.
“It wasn’t an accident.” She says sheepishly, “I have never seen on before and I sneaked to your room hoping I could.”
I was beyond baffled but I pulled it together, “it’s natural to be curious. No harm done.
She remains silent and I can see her shame building, but then she asked one thing that began our plunge into a world of depravity that I had never known,
“Can I see it again?”
END OF PART ONE
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w76jck/opening_up_for_new_stories