1. Deborah: Closure


    Date: 8/8/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Spanking, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Paxtonios, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    I left Deborah’s room that night feeling satisfied, a little bewildered and full of anticipation for how far we might go with this fantasy. If she was willing, no, requesting, to take it up the arse in her sleep, what would be next? A throat-fuck while she was sleeping? Asking for me to take a belt to her arse? Fucking me and her boyfriend at the same time? ‘I don’t want to take it that far’ I thought ‘this is more than weird as it is, but I draw the line at another cock being in play’. I got back to my room and closed the door quietly. Rene was tucked up in the blankets, fast asleep and snoring very, very softly; I regarded her in the bed for just a moment. For the first time since the whole Deborah thing had started I felt a pang of guilt about the cheating. ‘You’ve never done anything to me, have you?’ I thought. ‘You might be bloody annoying sometimes but you’re still sweet and kind and all that sort of stuff. You don’t deserve to be cheated on.’ I stood at the end of the bed for a moment longer. ‘Still, you don’t know about it, and at the end of the day I’m a sex guy, the more the better. Why do one when there’s two available?’ I grinned nastily to myself, surprised at how amoral I’d seemingly become over the past few weeks. I slipped into bed next to Rene, picturing myself stood before rows of attractive girls bent over waiting for my cock, reading from a small leather bound diary trying to keep track of how many I had on the go at once. I drifted off to sleep in ...
    seconds. I woke up the next morning and instantly started making plans for my next night-time encounter with Deborah, but as it turned out there wasn’t going to be one. I had a message waiting for me on my phone from my mother; when I called her back she told me that my father was seriously ill and I should meet her at the hospital where he had been taken about two hours ago. I pushed all other thoughts out of my mind, said a quick goodbye to Rene and left for the hospital. My father was critically ill and, after a constant vigil at his bedside between me and other family members, he died. I was devastated and filled with a desperate feeling of loss, to the point that I dropped out of Uni and returned home for the next six months. Rene was fantastic throughout the whole thing, giving me exactly the kind of support I needed, and our relationship solidified off the back of the ordeal, turning into something that we both knew was going to be long term. We didn’t have sex the whole time. My other housemates, Steve and Roberta, both sent me messages of support and came to the funeral; I let them know afterwards how grateful I was. ‘Any idea when you might be coming back?’ Steve had asked me. ‘No, not yet. I’ve missed a shit load of the course already so there’s not much point until the new year, I think.’ ‘Well, if you need anything just let us know.’ ‘Thanks, man.’ After taking a lot of time to get myself together I eventually decided to return to Uni and repeat the semesters I had ...
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