• Home
  • /
  • Stories Hub
  • /
  • Erotic Couplings
  • /
  • Broken
1234

My name is Heather Willis and this is the story of how in a single night, I was taken, mind, body, and soul by another man.

It was my sophomore year of college. I had been dating Ed Rainier for almost a year. He was the first real boyfriend I had ever had. In high school I dated, but I had no delusions that it was anything but dating. At that point I was more interested in the sex. With Ed though, things were different, with Ed I was happy.

I hadn't really planned on things being different with Ed. I hadn't really planned anything. I met Ed at a party and we hit things off. I was certain he would take me back to his house and we would end up in his bed. Before the night was over I was already imagining what was to come. To my surprise though nothing did happen.

Ed started calling me, we went on a few dates, and still there was no sex. By the time we were officially a couple I had made the decision. I told him that I wanted to take things slow and he agreed. If he had known just how slow I meant though I doubt he would have agreed so whole-heartedly. Ed was a true gentleman though and I honestly never felt as good as when I was him. I felt needed, and isn't that what everyone wants in the end?

I guess at this point you want to know a little about me. I'm probably the last person you should ask to do this, ask anyone that knows me I'm overly hard on myself. I guess its safe to say I'm not terrible looking. In high school I was never lacking for suitors. I was never approached for a career in modeling, and I had no interest in beauty pageants, but people loved to tell me I should try it.

I've got brown hair, I'm a little above average height (5'6"), and pale skin. My breasts are a little smaller than I would like, I'm only a 32B, and the left one is slightly bigger than the right. On the plus side though, I never have to worry about back problems. The few things I like about myself are the fact that I have an over active metabolism that means I can eat just about anything as long as I workout a few days a week. That's the only real reason for my slender legs and firm ass. I mean for the amount of junk food I eat, it's really not fair. What I consider my best attribute though, is my eyes. I have heterochromia iridum, 2 different colored eyes, my right eye is grey with a slight purplish hue, while my left eye is hazel. If you still can't picture me then just google Taryn Southern, we could be twins separated a birth. I didn't believe it when people first told me, but then I watched her Youtube videos, it's like looking in some freaky mirror.

Anyway, I was amazed at how Ed stuck my side. I took taking it slow, to another dimension. It was months before we did anything more than kiss, and all I did was allow him to touch me through my clothes. His way of making up for the lack of anything sexual was a bit odd to me. When we went to parties he would tell me to pick out a guy that I thought was hot, and then go flirt with him.

It was a game really, and the goal was simple enough. I was supposed to talk to a guy and get his number before the night was over. The only rules were easy. I couldn't get physical beyond a touch here or a bump there. At first it was thought it was really stupid, but after we tried it a few times I started to get into it. I couldn't believe how much it turned me on to have Ed watch me from across the room as I tried to seduce other men. The nights that I succeeded were some of the more passionate of my life, and I never even removed an article of clothing. It was all harmless fun, or so I thought.

I should have put a stop to things the first time Ed whispered in my ear that I was his bad girl. I really should have stopped it after he started asking me if I wanted to look more the part. Like a love sick puppy though, I went along with his plans. I guess Ed's idea of a bad girl includes a nose ring and a tramps stamp. To this day I still can't believe that I let him talk me into getting that tattoo, but I knew what absolutely certainty that he was the one.

We were both really getting into the game though. One night I let Ed take things a little further than I had intended. His hands were all over my body under my clothes. I was mere seconds from telling him to take me, when my head stopped swimming. I slowly worked my hand under the waste band of his shorts and tickled my fingers against his cock. He moaned in response.

"How about your bad girl releases your frustration a little," I asked in my sexiest voice.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly started to stroke it. He was average, maybe a bit bigger than most, but I didn't care about that. I was enjoying watching his face. His eyes were rolling back in his head and starting to moan softly.

"I want you inside me big boy," I whispered in his ear.

That did the trick. His cock erupted in my hand. Over and over it spasmed in my hand, his cum running down over my fingers, and onto my hand. I waited until the last few drops came out, slid my hand out of his pants, and admired my work.

"You should lick your fingers," Ed said breathlessly.

"Eww," I said looking at him, "That's just gross!"

"Oh come on just this once," he pleaded.

"How about you lick my fingers," I said moving my hand towards his mouth and laughing.

"That's okay," he said quickly.

"Well how can you be expected to want me to swallow it when you don't even know what it tastes like," I asked.

"How about you taste it and give me a full description, that sounds like a much better plan," he fired back.

"It's gross trust me, salty and warm, and leaves a weird after taste," I said thoughtfully.

Ed was starring at me now. He knew that I hadn't always been a saint, but I never told him everything. I mean what was I supposed to do. Hey I want to wait to have sex with you but the last guy I was with I swallowed his cum and then he fucked me silly and came on my chest? I made it a point to never talk about exes with him just to avoid that kind of conversation.

Changing the subject I gave him a quick kiss and said, "I'm going to go wash my hands now."

I got to the door and thought for a moment. All I had on was a tight fitting t-shirt and my sleep shorts. Since Ed had taken off my bra, one look and you didn't have to leave much to the imagination. It was 3 in the morning though and I doubted that anyone would still be awake, plus I didn't want to wait any longer with his spunk drying on my hand.

Opening the door softly, I peered out. All the lights were out. I jogged down the hall to the bathroom and slipped in. After watching my hands and brushing my teeth I slipped out of the bathroom and started to head back to Ed's room when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I froze. Slowly I turned my head and saw Robert sitting on the couch. He had one eyebrow raised in confusion as he watched me try to sneak around. I gave a weak smile and a quick wave. He smiled back. That was when I realized that he was sitting there in nothing but boxers.

I knew both of Ed's roommates already. There was Jamie, the quiet guy. He was overweight and a little on the obnoxious side, but overall he was a good guy. Ed liked him because he put his enormous TV in the living room instead of keeping it for himself. I liked him because we had a lot of chemistry classes together and it was nice to have someone to study with.

Then there was Robert. Robert was anything but quiet. He had a different girl over almost every week, and you knew just about everything about her by the time he was done. Generally It was something to the tune of ". I thought about doing a study about that, learning while you sleep. Then again no one could sleep when he got started. Overall he was a great guy though. He was good friends with Ed and I could always strike up a good conversation with him, even if they did normally end up with some sexual banter. It was always light hearted and I knew it was in jest.

He could talk to anyone about anything though. I think that was because of the fact that he was a few years older than the rest of us. We were all the same year in school, but whereas we had come straight from high school, he was coming from the military. I thought it was all a joke the first time I heard it. I mean he said he was an Army Ranger after all. I found out from Ed it was true. He had been medically retired after being shot three times, and they had to amputate his right leg just about the knee. I remembered feeling bad about that because I had been joking about it behind his back.

Right now though, I couldn't help but stare at his artificial leg. I mean I knew it was true but this was something else. My eyes slowly trailed up his body. He was ripped. Ed wasn't exactly a slouch, but Robert looked like he could snap Ed in two. He had an eight pack that led into amazing pecks, and shoulders that had more muscle than probably my entire body.

"You look any longer, I'm going to have to charge you a fee," Robert said softly.

Embarrassed, I looked away shielding my eyes.

"Sorry, I," but I didn't really have a way to finish that statement, "Just... sorry."

I gave him a pained smile, and then quickly shuffled back to Ed's room, trying not to think about the fact that my nipples were as hard as rocks. As I climbed into bed with Ed though, all thoughts of Robert left me. It was the first time I had slept nestled against his body. I slept like a baby that night.

"Ed man, why's your girlfriend gotta be staring at my pecks last night," Robert asked the next morning.

My face turned bright red at this.

"That's the first I heard of it, she did mention something about some ugly hobo in our living room though," Ed joked.

This was one of the things I loved the most about Ed. Not much could shake him. I hadn't said anything to him about last night, not that I needed to, but still he just rolled with it.

"Now why would you talk about Jamie like that right in front of his face," Robert fired back.

"Boys, if there are any filthy hobos here, we all know it's Ed," I chimed in not wanting to be left out.

"Girl," Robert said in an effeminate voice, "You better not be talkin about my man like that, It's bad enough having to share him with you, I won't have you demeaning him in such a way."

"Shnookums, she can't help it," Ed said holding up his hand and letting his wrist go limp, "she doesn't like that we live together, I think she thinks I'm going behind her back."

"I would run while I still can Jamie," I said flatly, "These two are way too good at this for that too all be a façade."

"You're telling me," Jamie added.

This was a fairly normal day in Ed's house. I was glad to see that sleeping over hadn't changed anything. After that day slowly but surely I basically moved in, I had clothes in Ed's closet, my own drawer in the bathroom, even my name on the chores board. It was a wonder that my real roommates even knew who I was anymore.

One night though a few months later, I wished I hadn't gotten so familiar with Robert and Jamie. The 4 of us were out at a bar and I guess Ed had decided that I knew them well enough to not be embarrassed by our game. I couldn't believe my ears and I heard Ed explain the rules of the game. Then worse than that, was the fact that Robert, had ideas on how to improve it. His grand plan was to turn it into a drinking game. I had 10 minutes to get a guys number. If I got the number they all had to drink, if I didn't get the number, I had to drink.

A few hours later, the game had gotten the boys pretty drunk and I was starting to get tipsy. We decided that it was enough of the game. Ed and Jamie were having a conversation about some xBox game that I had absolutely no interest in, so when Robert ask me to dance, I jumped at the offer.

I couldn't help but be amazed at the way that Robert moved on the dance floor. Had I not known about his leg I would have had no he had a prosthetic leg. When we first started, I was closer to the group of girls from the bachelorette party than I was to him. As the night wore on and the songs changed, the dance floor filled up pushing us closer together. If it hadn't been for the drunken girl behind me though I don't think I ever would have closed the gap entirely. When she fell into me, she practically plastered my body to Robert's.

The girl was almost laying on my legs, and I had to press my crotch forward in order to maneuver my legs for her to get off me. As I did this though I was amazed. Robert apparently brought some sort of weapon to the bar. It felt like one of those giant flashlights that police officers used. Smiling I looked up at Robert, "I can't believe you a weapon to the bar," I told him as I reached my hand down and grabbed it through his pants. As soon as my hand touched it though I realized just how stupid I was. I wanted to blame the alcohol but I wasn't drunk enough for that story to stick.

I heard the rumors from Ed. I had heard his conquests in the night as the screamed about him. I had even overhead roommates talking about an encounter, but until now I thought it was all exaggerated.

Robert just smiled down at my now fire engine red face, and said, "Well I can't exactly leave it at home."

I desperately tried to come up with a witty comeback, what I said when I opened my mouth was not what I had hoped, "Guess not."

He pressed his crotch into mine harder, helping me to realize that my hand was still grasping his cock through his jeans. I quickly removed it and flashed him a sheepish smile. God I didn't know they made cocks that big.

"You know you can always try and get my number," Robert said as he started very lightly humping against me.

"I don't need your number," I said as I stood up on my tiptoes to better align my pussy with his cock, "Your room is 2 doors down."

My pussy was dripping wet now. I was every so slightly starting to meet Robert's swaying motion, when I glanced over at our table. Ed was smiling back at me in a drunken stupor. He gave me a quick wave and held his hands up in mock dancing motions. What the hell was I doing, my loving boyfriend was just on the other side of the room watching me. He was even cheering me on because he thought I was simply dancing. Seeing him watch only made my pussy throb all the more, but I pulled away all the same.

I looked away from Robert and said, "Thanks that was fun." I didn't want him to see how upset I was. He hadn't really done anything wrong, I was the one who started it all, by reaching down and grabbing him.

Shortly after Robert and I left the dance floor, we all left the bar. Within minutes of making it back to the house, I was in Ed's bed practically naked, I had kept my bra and panties on, in an attempt to keep from going too far. I was straddling Ed's naked body and had both hands firmly wrapped around the shaft of his cock. I was teasing him by moving my pussy closer and closer to his cock as I stroked it. I was so incredibly close to just letting him inside me that night. If only I had it probably would have solved all my problems. Instead I jerked him off like I had so many times before, only this time my mind wasn't on Ed's cock.

I moaned in Ed's ear as I stroked his cock with my eyes closed, telling him, "I want your big cock inside me." Ed was moaning loudly in return, but my mind was elsewhere. My mind was on how Robert's cock had felt in my hand while we danced. I wanted nothing more than to hold it in my hands and stroke it as I was Ed right now.

As Ed's moans got more frequent and I felt his balls start to tighten, I decided to tease him more than normal. I leaned in close to his cock and opened my mouth holding it just above his cock. His face twisted with ecstasy, but before the first rocket of cum erupted, I moved my head back and pointed his cock towards his stomach. He looked up at me questioningly as he shot load after load of cum onto his chest and stomach. I bit my lip and smiled mischievously back at him.

"Sorry, that was naughty," I told him.

He just smiled and kissed me though before cleaning off with a towel.

"That's okay, I love you," he said.

It took a moment to register what he had just said to me, but when it did I couldn't help but smile my biggest, goofiest smile. No boyfriend had ever told me that before, not one, I had just teased while thinking about another man and he loved me? So naturally, I said the only thing that came to mind.

"Me too!"

I leaned in and kissed him passionately as he finished cleaning the cum off his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and almost instantly fell asleep. I felt amazing right then, so safe, so at home. As I laid there in comfort though I couldn't help but think of what I had done that night. I had felt another man's cock with my hand; I had humped that cock and thought about holding it. I had even stroked Ed's cock while imagining another. My guilt weighed on me heavily and I couldn't sleep.

Lying there in the middle of the night the alcohol started running its course. I calculated the chances that I could make it til morning and came up lacking. The last thing I wanted to do now was to move from Ed's arms, but this was somewhat of a bodily emergency. I picked up his arm and gently slipped out of the bed before rushing to the bathroom at almost a run.

As I slipped into the bathroom though, I didn't stop to think why the door was closed, or why the light was on. I honestly didn't care; I was just focused on whether I would make it in time. By the time realized what was going on it was too late. As I sat there I heard the shower curtain move, and watched as the hulking form of Robert emerged to stand before me, still dripping wet. I tried not to look at his crotch and instead looking up into his eyes, but the way he stared down at me it was hard to hold his gaze. Slowly I moved down his body, it's hard to believe, but his muscles were more impressive up close. Finally my eyes settled on his crotch.

Swimming between his legs was a lengthy and rather thick pipe. He was flaccid and still bigger than Ed. Instinctively my mouth opened a little and I licked my lips. I had my hand on my thigh and I was willing myself to keep it there, but as I watched, it twitched and started to grow.

"What do you think," Robert asked with a smug smile on his face.

I looked up at him completely speechless.

"Why don't you touch it," he suggested as he moved closer.

Again though I willed my hand to stay on my knee. I could hear Ed's voice in my head. When I heard his voice say the words I wanted, I would be able to leave. I closed my eyes and pictured Ed's face. He was whispering something to me. The words reached my ears and I smiled. I turned my head to the side, placed my hands on Robert's legs, a little too close to his crotch for comfort, and pushed him away.

I actually ran from the bathroom and back to Ed's room. I threw myself under the covers and into his arms. I kissed him on the lips and whispered in his ear, "I love you too."

When the next morning rolled around I couldn't help but worry what Robert would say to Ed. Would he talk about what I did on the dance floor? Would he say something about me in the bathroom? I hadn't done anything wrong really, but I still wasn't ready to tell Ed. Too my relief Robert didn't act like anything had happened.

"So you two got frisky last night," Robert said over his cereal.

"I don't like to brag," Ed started, but then just trailed off with a smirk.

"What about you Heather, you want to fill everyone in," Robert asked slipping a little ice into his voice.

"You just wish you were the one being interrogated, I haven't heard anyone in your room in a while," I jabbed.

"I'm just glad you all enjoy the show, but this isn't about me for once," Robert quipped, "Did you finally bed him Heather?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," I said quickly.

1234
  • Index
  • /
  • Home
  • /
  • Stories Hub
  • /
  • Erotic Couplings
  • /
  • Broken

All contents © Copyright 1996-2023. Literotica is a registered trademark.

Desktop versionT.O.S.PrivacyReport a ProblemSupport

Version ⁨1.0.2+795cd7d.adb84bd⁩

We are testing a new version of this page. It was made in 153 milliseconds