1. One Thousand Apologies - Part 1 (censored)


    Date: 3/1/2016, Categories: True Story, Erotica, Incest, Masturbation, Rape, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Joe Long, Rating: 79.3, Source: sexstories.com

    which instead of shaking I lightly held in mine. She had a mature look, and could pass for several years older than her true age. “ WOW Hannah, you’ve grown so much since the last time I saw you.” My chest was tight as I swear a bolt of electricity jumped from her hand to mine. She blushed, but shot back “Well you look all grown up too, Joe.” Was that a flirt? I know I had stopped my growth spurt a long time before, just before turning fourteen, but I rolled with it. “What school will you be going to?” “Pineland, up the hill from Doc’s house” “I finished my second year of college this spring. Your school is be right acrossed the street from where I go.” Now her little sister, by two years, hit me in the arm, “Heeeey Joe.” She was actually a little taller than Hannah, an ok face, almost no boobs and a decent amount of baby fat lower down. “Heeeey Donna”. Well, that felt weird. After a few more minutes of idle chit-chat, I asked to be excused and turned back into the house. Checking that I wasn't being followed, I bolted up the stairs to my room. Nineteen years old and a sophomore in college, but I was still a God damn virgin. There was nothing wrong with my looks, but I was something of a nerd and absolutely terrified of girls. Well, more accurately, terrified of being rejected by a girl. The more I liked someone, and thought that I needed to do everything just right, the more I would be paralyzed when attempting to interact. The fear became a self-fulfilling prophecy. So ...
    all that led to my masturbation being an almost daily event since the age of eleven. I have two types of reaction when I can’t take my eyes off a girl. One is purely in awe of her beauty, so that while I’m fixated on her face my thoughts are along the lines of “I can’t believe how beautiful she is”, but I really don’t have much of a physical or sexual reaction. The other type is when my eyes go lower and my hormones kick into overdrive. I can feel my body tense up, and an electricity shoot through me when the personal space becomes close enough. With Miss Hannah Constantino, it was this pure lust. In my mind’s eye she is naked as my face is buried in her crotch, then she lays back, lifting and spreading her knees as I stand between them, pressing the tip of my cock forward into the folds of her pussy, feeling the warmth and pressure envelop me (as much as I could imagine a pussy would feel like), my left hand working up and down my shaft, squeezing harder. Needing more lubrication, I licked my left palm, then went back to work rubbing the sensitive tip of my circumcised cock. The real Hannah was smiling, an occasional light laugh, as I spied into the front yard from the bedroom window. Thirty-one, thirty-two (I had gotten into the habit of counting strokes, and usually it would take me well over a hundred), thirty…three…thir…TY…FOUR! “Oh fuck!” Standing by the window, my whole body stiffened, my left hand slowed in it’s pumping but squeezing even more tightly as my head and ...
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