New girl at Institution
Hello all ISS readers! I am back again with a hot sizzling story. As u knows me I’m Abhishek Singh 18 male living in Delhi near mother dairy of pandav nagar. I will hope that u will enjoy the story. Mail me any comments, queries or anything on [email protected] or [email protected]. Emily quickly fell in with the popular kids. Her sweet good looks and hot body saw to that. Her new friends were great kids; they really were. Nonetheless, she struggled to adjust when she moved two-thirds the way across the country to begin her senior year. Colorado Springs is every bit as beautiful as Annapolis but it was a different sort of beauty. Snow capped mountains as opposed scenic bay scapes. Her family settled in a smaller town just to the west of the city. Emily’s father, a full-bird colonel in the marines had accepted a post at the Air Force Academy similar to the one he’d held at Navy. The son of a career soldier, he had moved frequently both as a boy and a man. Leaving the Naval Academy was more wanderlust than career related. Annapolis had been the closest thing to a home Emily had ever known. The sixty months she spent there had come during her formative teen years and she would evermore think of the small city on the Chesapeake Bay as her home town. Even in 2005, the sophistication of small town Colorado lagged behind the east coast and Emily felt a degree of social superiority in her new school. Physically, the boys were every bit as attractive, but they were more awkward around girls. The guys were aggressive as guys are everywhere but the girls were much less so. It was only logical since the Colorado boys had yet to discover the of subtle advantages of letting a girl take the initiative. Sexually assertive girls were still considered loose in semi-rural Rocky Mountain communities, and Emily continually found herself fending off the multi-fore limbed creatures that appeared like Hindu deities whenever eighteen year old males parked their cars on hillside overlooks. Unexpectedly, Emily found herself missing some of the cocky Maryland males who enjoyed spreading their own legs even more than their girlfriends’ giving their dates easy access to their fleshy “gearshifts” allowing them the opportunity to “drive” young intimacies. Making out and heavy petting more often consisted of the girls feeling the boys up than the other way around. Soft female hands on hard, bare phalluses was considered more normal among her friends than boys fumbling with bra clasps for quick titty grabs. More often than not, Emily would lay sucking a cock in the back seat while her girlfriend did the same thing in the front. Now, she came home from Colorado dates frustrated and yearning for some of that old-time fellatio. It didn’t help when emails and phone calls to old friends turned into a Who’s Who of cock sucking back east. Things improved significantly one Saturday night. There was a birthday party at one boy’s home. It was in the basement and understood that, short of a fire, the parents stayed upstairs. The twenty-two assembled high school seniors were equally divided as to, uh…gender as, once again, there appeared there would be no sex. Not at the start, anyway. Music, if it can be called that, played loudly but the party-goers chatted rather than danced. There wasn’t a boy there with whom Emily wouldn’t have enjoyed one of her east-coast dates. Then, suddenly, the room was pitching black. At first, Emily thought the power must have gone out. Then she felt a pair of masculine hands on her body and a mouth covered hers. She eagerly played a fervid game of tongue hockey with a piece of Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit serving as the puck. Emily had just scored a goal between the boy’s second and third molars when the lights came back on. With a score of one to nil and a break in the action, her guy released her and renewed chewing the puck. Emily could see that ten other guys did pretty much the same thing. By the time the lights came back on for the third time, Emily had formulated a plan. It was something that was fairly common practice in her days as an under classmen back at Annapolis High. She maneuvered herself over to the birthday boy. When the lights went out, she felt his hands but ducked his kiss. Quickly, she squatted. Experience had taught her that kneeling slowed a girl’s ability to stand should the lights come back on prematurely. Emily tugged at his zipper and ripped at his boxers. The cock was already hard by the time she freed it. Eagerly, she slipped her lips over the head and down the shaft. Wrapping her arms around his hips, Emily grabbed his ass cheeks urging him into a gentle mouth fuck. She wanted desperately to drop her hand to her micro-skirt where she could stroke her wet pussy lips and throbbing clit but she had no time. The light would soon return. She ground her mouth more forcefully to the cock base. She pulled his ass more rapidly, more urgently. It had been so long, too long. Desperately, she wanted to get this birthday boy off for her own benefit, not his. For the first time she understood what it meant to be a cumslut. Most of the Annapolis boys used the term slut or cock slut. Even some of Emily’s girlfriends referred to themselves that way. Once, after she and her best friend had sucked off their dates, then switched and sucked off the other’s date, Emily’s friend said: “God Em, you’re as big a cumslut as I am.” She wasn’t though. Not then. Now, as she feverishly sucked this cock in a pitch black room filled with her new chums engaged in less intimate kisses, Emily couldn’t wait to feel that harbinger of cum flow, the pulsing swell of the cock head. It happened very quickly. The head swelled and the cum shot. Emily cherished every spurt then popped to her feet with a flavorful mouthful of jizz jelly. She had just moved a couple of steps away when the lights came on.