Gaming and lagging, and some shaggin'

Most of the day goes by smoothly. Your parents come home sometime in the evening, and your mom pays you a quick visit before preparing dinner.

"Hello hun'. Just came by to say dinner will be ready soon," she stated with a warm and patient voice.

"Yeah whatever, just lemme know when it's ready," you reply sharply while trying to concentrate on your game.

"Sure, sure. And don't forget that it's your father's poker night today, if you again want to avoid his buddies it's best to stay in your room." Oh man, again? You swear they met up just last week! "Fine, whatever," you reply grumpily. The presence of other people was... awkward. You felt a whole lot better when avoiding other people as much as you could. You're gonna have to socialize plenty when the summer holidays are over again anyway, until then, you simply wanted some peace.

You again felt a little strange - it really felt like there was something important you forgot today. Laundry? Dishes? No, none of those felt as important as that nagging feeling in the back of your head. Oh well.

After eating dinner with your family, you go right back to your room. It didn't take long until your dad's guests arrived, and the noise outside increased at a fast pace. You easily solve it by putting on your headphones and focusing on your game, filtering out as much bullshit as possible. A couple hours later, you hear some more rumbling and shouting outside as the guys finally leave - however, your mom came by once more and catches your attention with a pat on the shoulder before you take your headphones off. "Yeah?"

"Sorry for interrupting! One of your father's friends is gonna spend the night on the couch. He's too drunk to drive. But what am I saying, you even know him! It's Frank." Uggh, yeah you do know him. He's been buddies with your dad for like twenty years and watched you grow up, he was like a creepy uncle. He's in his late forties and chasing after girls in their twenties and thirties. Ah well. You take care of your own business, and soon head to bed.

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"Psst." You slowly wake up to the scent of **** in your nose. "Are you awake?" you hear someone asking, and as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see Frank crouching in front of your bed.

"Nnnh... now I am," you reply bitterly. "What do you want...?" you ask with a tired voice.

"Just checking out the cutest girl in the city." You giggle in response, partially knowing that he was pulling your leg but also feeling a little more confident in your looks. You're still partially asleep, but you feel him reaching under your bed covers and right down underneath the thin fabric of your shorts.

"What the hell!" you protest immediately. Your parents sleep in the other room, you've never been intimate with a guy, you aren't on the pill, there were a ton of reasons for why you weren't interested in anything sexual but he continues dipping his finger between the soft folds of your vagina and rubbing up and down until you feel yourself getting wet.

"It's okay, relax, just let me do the work here. We are just fooling around a little bit, alright?" he replied and you felt slightly more comfortable. His finger did feel good - he must've had plenty of practice with girls in the past. It doesn't take long before you curl your toes, gasp for air and feel your body tensing up breathtakingly. Gosh darn that was good, you couldn't even get yourself off that fast!

"See, and we're just getting started," he teased you as he used your weary state to push the bed covers aside and peel your pants and underwear off your slender, pale legs. Before you even had a chance to protest, he kissed your belly button and worked his way down to your pubic mound, and began nudging his tongue into your drenched womanhood. "Holy s-" you gasped while arching your back. If you had known that boys could make you feel that good, you would've gotten laid years ago! For someone so old, he sure managed to push just the right buttons!

His slick tongue continued sliding up along the subtle cleft of your pussy, teasing your entrance and your clit until your crotch began to feel warm again. "S-stop, stop, stop!" you began to plead, only to feel another orgasm rushing through you and taking your breath away. Again and again your muscles went rigid, and relaxed, only to repeat the process until you were a panting mess with no energy left. "Tastes sweet," he remarked with a satisfied smirk before looking back at your triangle of fiery pubes, reminding him of a "Strawberry! Now that's a cute nickname for you."

With your vision blurry and none of your muscles responding, you barely even noticed that Frank was beginning to undress. His shirt hit the ground in front of your bed first, next followed his pants, his socks, and finally his underwear while you could merely watch. "H-hold on..." you gasp. "I'm n-not on... the pill..." you stutter completely out of breath while staring at his completely naked, hairy body.

"It's fine, I had a vasectomy. Balls are snipped and useless." You look to the side and see his dick, thicker than your wrist and with the bloated tip concealed by foreskin. His testicles hung very low, and swung around as he crawled on the bed again and grabbed your legs to place them on his shoulders. If what he said was true, this was a very rare chance to see what sex is like without having to worry about getting knocked up, which was the only reason you didn't try it before. All of your classmates are talking about it. You could finally join those conversations instead of being known as the virgin gamer girl.

Frank in the meantime reached down with his fingers to split the folds of your pussy apart. "Just opening the playground a little," he chuckled, and it got a short laugh out of you as well. He did have a weird sense of humor that matched yours. Your smile faded when you felt the massive crown of his member knocking against your entrance.

"I don't think it's gonna fit," you point out with a nervous voice, but he shakes his head and shoves his hips forward. Your delicate pussy lips immediately open up and tightly surround the first inch of his dick, and you moan out loud! You could feel the way your insides were grasping his member and peeling back his foreskin to expose his sensitive glands to the warm flesh of your pussy. It didn't feel good at all, there was no way you could accommodate his monstrous size. "It's tearing, it's tearing!" you cry out, but he shakes his head once again.

"It's fine. That was just your hymen, a useless piece of skin. You're a woman now," he speaks confidently and pushes deeper in. Your old wooden bed, that you've had since you were a child, was squeaking audibly under the heavy weight it had to sustain. Frank began wriggling his hips, and pushed on to bury more of his manhood inside your dripping wet cunt. "Damn that's a fine pussy you got, strawberry. It's really gripping my cock tightly!" he moans in pleasure and suddenly gives you another thrust, which harshly stretches your insides apart and coaxes another groan out of you. It felt... kind of nice however. You could see why your girlfriends enjoyed talking about getting some dick.

It was also nice that you had to do absolutely nothing for it except to keep your feet dangling in the air, while Frank continued working his appendage back and forth to deliberately loosen up your insides. "Mmm, angel. You know what your little strawberry still needs? Plenty of seed, all the way inside," he whispered into your ear before picking up the pace, your worn bed creaking as if its moments from collapsing. You could only hope that your parents were in a deep sleep. His words however made you visibly nervous, and he gave you a quick reassuring kiss to calm you down. "I'm shooting blanks, keep 'em spread," he demands as he lowers more of his weight against you until only his crotch was still moving back and forth.

Something, perhaps your instincts, were urging you on to tell the guy to get his dick out of your vagina and finish into a sock or tissue. Another part of you however was curious to see what it feels like to receive a man's load where nature intended it to go - having it injected as deep into your crotch as possible. Considering you could hear the slippery squelching of your vag each time he pushed back in, it was easy to tell what your body preferred.