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I was a Bitch and I got taught a Lesson
First let me say I am not a Writer so this may not come out as smooth as some of these stories and this actually happened almost twenty years ago. My attitude back then was very different. I was a Rich Bitch, Cheerleader, Prom Queen, you know all the important stuff. Jon was in school with us but he was in a different social group. I never dated a guy unless he had a sports car. None of us "worked" and we went to all the Best Parties. Jon had a job sacking groceries at the local IGA . He got to work on his bike (we are talking pedal bike) or borrowing his Dad's truck. He hung out with our group because he wanted to ask me out. We all made fun of him but we let him hang out with us because he was actually a pretty nice guy. I have no idea why but one day I was feeling sorry for him and when he asked me out, which he did every day, I said yes. I planned on fucking him and figured it would be the high point of his Life. Looking back now what a jerk I was. I went to his parents apartment, my room at home was almost as big as the entire apartment, knowing his parents were both at work. He met me at the door with a bottle of wine. My Rich Bitch attitude took over and I said something like we both know what we are here for so let's get going. I stripped down and dropped my clothes on the chair in his bedroom, jumped up on the bed and watched him undress. Jon was not that good looking, in fact he had a nose that made him look a little like Larry Bird. But I wasn't really interested in his nose I wanted what was futher south. His cock, this was not a penis, this was a Cock, was long but as he was getting hard it really didn't get any longer. It did, however, get much thicker. I love oral sex, nothing makes a woman feel more powerful than to have a man "begging" to finish him off and she controlls the whole thing. My problem with Jon was I could not open my jaws wide enough. I tried and all I could do was lick it like a big Pop bar. He rolled me over on my back and gently eased himself into me. With a great deal of lube it did not take nearly was long as I had imagined it would to get it all in and let me tell you I loved every inch of that thing. Jon was very gentle, pumping me slowly, then speeding up and then slowly again trying to make it last as long as he could. When he did cum I was a little disappointed that it was over. I enjoyed it, but I planned that this would be my last time with him. I really didn't want my friends to know that I was fucking Jon. This poor guys comes back to the bedroom carrying two glasses of the cheap wine. He lays on the bed next to me and asks if I want to get together this weekend. I laughed a little and tried to explain that I really didn't want to get serious with him and that this was just a little gift I wanted to give him for all the nice things he had done for me over the last couple of years. His mood kind of changed and at first I though he was going to cry. Then he asked if we could do it one more time. I felt like if I said no it would be like telling him there was no Santa Claus (besides that big cock was up again and I didn't want to waste it). He had me on my hands and knees on the bed and put it in me from the back, doggie style, with out a rubber. I prefer bareback so this was no problem for me. Jon wasn't that gentle this time. He was "banging" me, he was not making Love to me. I can tell the difference. He reached down between my butt and tried to push his finger into my ass. I told him that it didn't feel good so he spit down on my ass to lube up his finger. I told him to take his finger out because I did not enjoy it. He was getting close to a climax and he took both hands and grabbed my Breasts and lifted me off the bed and impaled me on that big beautiful cock. We both exploded at the same time and then he lowered me back onto the bed and finished pumping until the last drop was drained. He knew it was the last time we would be together so I was sure he wanted to try to impress me. He pulled out his cock and wiped it on my ass and then reached down and shoved his finger deep in my butt hole. He pulled it out and rubbed it on my face saying "See your shit does stink". Before I knew it he had lifted me under the arms and dragged me out of the bedroom , across the kitchen and deposited me on the back outside stairs. The entire time telling me what a cunt I was to treat him like I did. I was in shock. I lay there on my back listening to him rant about me as he was going back to get my clothes. He open the door and dropped my clothes next to me and then slamed the door. As I reached for my clothes I noticed two boys, I would guess about thirteen, standing there watching me. I yelled at them to move but there was no way they were going anywhere. I figured I could scare them my running toward them yelling. That just made then smile all the more. I bent over to get my clothes and I heard one of the kids say "I have seen pictures but I have never seen a live one". I l
Good to know that you understood what you did and how it made him feel. Some would've just been mad at him and wouldn't have learned a thing. Who knows, maybe it made you a better person in some weird way.
WOW, I posted this over two years ago and I can not believe I got a response recently.
I think it is real nice that you think friends are more important then money. I have both. Since I posted this I happened to bump into Jon while I was on vacation with my Husband. The guy works in a Butcher shop cutting meat. My Husband and I had just left the Beach heading back to The Lodge. We stopped to pickup some steaks and I spotted Jon working in the Cold Case. I rang the bell and when he came out the look on his face was great. I know it has been twenty years but I still look really good. He wanted to introduce me to his co-workers so I went into the Cold Case with him. The Bathing suit cover up did little to cover me so I think his goal of showing me off worked. My ass cheek was plenty warm because he never took his hand off of it. He was the one that asked if I remembered the last time we saw each other. The look on his meat cutter friends when I comment that I enjoyed the sex the first time more than the second was priceless. I am sure that lead to many stories when I left.
I was born into money too but unlike you all my friends were from the other side of the tracks so to speak.
We'd go to a movie their dad would give them $5.00 my dad would hand me a $50.00 bill and say have a good time and guess what the fifty was spent on them usually buying them some good clothes or something they needed for school and I never asked anything in return.
When I turned 16 and got my drivers license dad gave me a car and he knew I liked the older cars so he gave me a 1962 T Bird and to me it was the best car I've ever owned (still have it today) every one else was driving BMW's and the like, but I still remained with my less fortunate friends and I slept at their houses when we had sleep overs and wore the same clothes they did rather than the $140 pair of designer Jeans that mom would buy for me. Actually the store I usually shopped at when I bought my own clothes was Volunteers of America a thrift store rather than Macey's.
Money isn't the best thing in life, friends are.
Oh, I know. But this is what happens when you are born into money. This was the only Life I knew. Like the other guy said "Jon got laid twice". I had this attitude that I was giving him a gift by having sex with him, but actually he gave me a much more valuable lesson.
You ARE a MEGA CUNT.
Let me see; You learned a lesson and enjoyed a really big Cock, Jon got laid twice (I remember when I use to be able to do that) and those two kids have a memory that will last them a Life time. Sounds like a Good Day to me.