The Many Loves of Marquis

[Marquis]

3. Nina: My First Love

I'm a little annoyed about my posts being edited, but this would've been the last one involving sex before the age of majority anyway.

My dating life in high school was mostly non-existent for reasons I mentioned earlier. I hooked up with a few girls from other schools on debate trips, got a little action through the age old game of spin the bottle, and had one VERY short lived official girlfriend. I thought she was a little beneath me but I was willing to put up with being seen with her in hopes that we'd soon be fucking. She pulled me aside one day to complain that I should be sitting with her and her friends at lunch and not my own, and it was all over.

My senior year of high school was an all out fantastic year of my life. I had great friends, had put up the highest SAT score in the school, gotten into the college of my dreams and was coming home from debate tournaments around the country with a new trophy every weekend. I had nothing to complain about except I didn't have anyone to have sex with on a regular basis and didn't seem to get a lot of love from the really attractive girls.

As a varsity debater (I fully realize how nerdy this is) one of my responsibilities to the team was to coach the novice debaters. Most of the novice debaters were freshman and sophomores but there was one girl in the class who was a senior like myself. She had transferred in from a private school in her last year because she had been extremely unhappy there and wanted a change. She was beautiful, and I mean truly beautiful.

She was very thin, with a nice perky set of young tits, caramel skin, puffy, pouty lips and eyes a brilliant emerald. Honestly, just writing this and remembering her, I can't help but be a little aroused.

It all went down very simply. We hung out a few times after debate practice. I bought her an italian ice. We flirted a bit, talked about sex a bit. I asked her if she wanted to have sex and she said "not yet." We talked on the phone and on AOL for a few weeks. I went to her house and we made out on her bed, before getting caught by her sister, who was very mean to me. I met her mom, who was really nice to me and would feed me whenever I came over. It was weird because at the time I had no concept of dating and no real desire to participate in that "system," I just wanted sex and wanted to be upfront about it. And yet, I really enjoyed spending time with this girl. We had a lot in common, mixed heritage, Caribbean background, nerds with an edgy side. One day she told me she wanted to sleep with me and I should make arrangements. We had sex in my best friend's bedroom because it was the only place we could go with any privacy.

It was good. Better than good. It was different. It felt right.

She asked me if I was interesting in dating her, or just wanted to have sex. I couldn't tell if it was a trick question: but I knew the answer. I told her I wanted to date her and the next day she kissed me in the halls in high school like I had seen so many other girls kiss their boyfriends before.

Pretty soon we were inseparable, and we were having a lot of sex. She would share secrets with me, like how she fantasized about being raped. About how sometimes she thought about how guys had used her in the past and she couldn't help but feel turned on by it. She showed me stories that she would read on the internet about women being raped and tortured. Those stories were on Literotica.

Her mind was an endless wellspring of sexual delight, and I'd like to think I played my role admirably. For such young kids, I'd like to think we had some VERY open, sophisticated and kinky sex. She taught me everything.

But I went to college in a far away place and she stayed home. We saw each other on every vacation for a while, talked every night, but after 3 years it became too much to manage. I tried to win her back when I came home, but she had already moved on. My sister is still friends with her sister, and the other day I saw a picture of her oldest son. He's just as beautiful as she is.

 

[Marquis]

You were a moderator, and you don't know the answer to that?

The answer is no, you're not.

Etoile you're telling me if you saw a post where a woman said "I was raped when I was 12" you would edit that?

 

[Etoile]

Sorry to have to edit your posts, Marquis. Feel free to re-edit them yourself if you'd rather not have my name on there - as long as you don't put the ages back in.

Oh my god, your school had a varsity debate team? I was involved with my HS debate team briefly, but we only had one.

Ahem...sorry...back to the sexy talk, away from the nerdity...

 

[Etoile]

Etoile you're telling me if you saw a post where a woman said "I was raped when I was 12" you would edit that?

Yes. I would probably replace 12 with "young" to remove the age but preserve the message of the post. The important thing is to remove specific age references (which is also why I removed the bit about fresh/soph year in high school, everybody knows how old fresh/soph are). "Young" is an ambiguous term.

If you have concerns about my moderating, please feel free to bring it up with Laurel. I tell everyone that, but really, if you're concerned please do.

 

[Marquis]

Yes. I would probably replace 12 with "young" to remove the age but preserve the message of the post. The important thing is to remove specific age references (which is also why I removed the bit about fresh/soph year in high school, everybody knows how old fresh/soph are). "Young" is an ambiguous term.

If you have concerns about my moderating, please feel free to bring it up with Laurel. I tell everyone that, but really, if you're concerned please do.

I have no concerns Etoile. You're doing a great job. Thanks for clarifying.

 

[Etoile]

I have no concerns Etoile. You're doing a great job. Thanks for clarifying.

Thank you so much, that means a lot. Now bring on #4!

 

[neci]

*subscribe*

there's nothing quite like a good sexual inventory.

 

[Lizzie_Borden]

*subscribe*

there's nothing quite like a good sexual inventory.

I know. It makes me wish I had a sexual inventory

 

[fun2playwith]

intrigued

Interested in going down this path of stories

 

[Marquis]

4. Katherine: the virgin

In my last story I mentioned that my high school sweetheart's budding sexuality was blossoming before my eyes. By the time I went off to college, we had already had anal sex and experimented with role playing and humiliation play. One idea we had just started broach was the possibility of bringing another girl into the bedroom. Like most males, I was thoroughly intrigued by the idea, but I was never pushy about it. Nina had expressed her interest in women to me early on in our relationship, and we had made passes at a few girls that we knew, with limited success. Occasionally Nina would say things like, "it would be hot if a girl was sucking my tits" while I fucked her. It seemed that a threesome was something that she was not only open to, but was looking to me to make happen.

*sigh*

I fucking miss that shit.

I went off to college and Nina and I spoke on the phone or chatted online on a daily basis. I was always flirtatious and a little vulgar, but everyone knew I had a girl back home who I was madly in love with. My roommate and I kept a fully stocked bar in our freshman dorm room and would make girls show us their tits for free drinks, and give us panties for our panty wall. On one of the earliest long weekends of the semester Nina would be coming to visit me, and she asked me if any of the girls I knew would want to sleep with us.

There were, I think, a number of girls I could've asked, but one seemed too perfect not to pass up. I met her through a gay friend that lived on my floor. She was one of many girls at my university who had been unbelievably sheltered living at home and was ready to break out of her shell. In her case, that meant having sex (she was a virgin) and lots of it. She talked openly about this and I asked her very plainly if she would be interested in losing her virginity with my girlfriend and I. She seemed interested, suggested we meet up at a party when Nina was in town and take it from there.

Nina came up and we were predictably overwhelmed to see each other again, even though it had only been a few months. We made love over and over in my little dorm room (my roommate was kind enough to stay elsewhere for the weekend) and ordered take out the first night. During the second day, we started talking about whether we wanted to meet up with Katherine. Nina seemed interested, but cautious, which I think could fairly describe my own mindset as well.

I coordinated with Katherine and we met at a party in the apartment of some sophomores I had befriended. They seemed to hit it off right away. Nina whispered in my ear, "can we take her upstairs?" I suggested we head out, and everyone was in.

We made playful small talk along the way. Katherine was much more extroverted and talkative than Nina, she had long dark hair and very fair skin. She was quite attractive, but not what I would call stunning. She had a very dorky, band-geek sort of charm.

We got up to the bedroom and lay down on the enormous bed I had made by pushing me and my roommate's twin beds together. The conversation lulled and Nina reached over to Katherine with a boldness that drove me wild and started kissing her. The tension in the room was electric.

I began undressing them both as they kissed and groped each other. I waited for a pause and Nina kissed me, then pulled away and nudged me towards Katherine. Katherine and I kissed and I could tell she was very excited.

I can't remember every detail about how it went down, and the whole thing really didn't go on for very long, but I remember being excited at fucking Nina while she had her face buried in Katherine's hairy young virgin pussy. Looking at Katherine's heaving tits and O faces while Nina's sweet cunt massaged my dick was an experience I will never forget.

Everyone seemed to be fairly on the same page for most of it, and now Nina and I came apart, and we all knew it was time for the deed to be done. Katherine seemed scared, and Nina held her head in her lap and stroked her face. She didn't have a hymen, but her pussy was impossibly tight and it took a lot of gentle nudging before the virgin was able to take full strokes of my penis fully inside of her.

After fucking Katherine to the point where I felt I could hardly take any more, I starting fucking Nina again and Katherine rubbed her hands on our bodies while we mated. I finished inside my girlfriend and we all rolled over and looked up at the ceiling. We made some cute pillow talk for a bit and everyone shared that they had enjoyed the experience. Katherine gave us kisses and went home and Nina and I fucked again while reliving the experience through words.

 

[NeverWinterNite]

I know. It makes me wish I had a sexual inventory

I third this.

 

[FloggingMolly]

Yup, this is my favourite thread here now

 

[1HF]

Yup, this is my favourite thread here now

Seconded.

 

[FloggingMolly]

I'm trying to wait patiently... not suceeding though

 

[Marquis]

5. Jennifer: The mistake

Still Freshman year of college, just a little after the Katherine incident of the last story. Nina and I are still talking on a daily basis and the conversation often meanders towards the Katherine experience and how we'd like to do that again. As such, we were both constantly on the lookout for girls who'd be down for a 3way during one of our visits.

I met Jennifer through a quasi-lesbian friend. I say quasi-lesbian because she was, in all ways, a lesbian except one: she had apparently no sexual interest in women. Maybe she was just very feminist, and not very feminine, I really don't know. Her friend on the other hand, was a bona fide hardcore lesbian.

Like a lot of guys, I had often been mystified and intrigued by the idea of lesbians. Unlike most guys, the lesbians of my fantasies didn't need to be the ultra-feminine "lipstick" variety. I have always been more than a little attracted to androgyny.

Jennifer was straight out of a dark fantasy for me. She wore plaid shirts and boy's jeans and had bright blonde hair an inch long. She looked in many ways, like a live action Bart Simpson might, except for one thing. She had a deliciously curvy, feminine body that she couldn't hide behind her loose fitting clothing and aggressive attitude. A soft pair of full, round breasts were constantly peeking through the shirt at some angle or another, a juicy round ass was forever holding up the jeans in an very unboyish fashion and a curved, womanly hips pressed against the seams of her janky thrift store jeans. She looked like tinker bell in jail.

I hope you are getting the image here because this bitch was fucking gorgeous, if you're into that sort of thing, which I am.

She was also boisterous and flamboyant, loud and lewd, intelligent and sensitive and we became fast friends. We talked about our girlfriends. She had seduced a foreign student from the middle east, a scintillating victory, but not without it's costs. Her girlfriend was constantly plagued with guilt over her new homosexual love, and the constant process of turning her out was exhausting.

I told her about my own situation, how completely in love I was. I also told her about the threesome and how we wanted to do it again. Much to my surprise Jennifer immediately offered herself as our next partner. I expressed my shock that she'd be interested in having sex with a man, and she told me that she hadn't always been a lesbian, and had had sex with a few guys. She said she had no emotional interest in men, but could appreciate sex with the right ones.

I could not have been more ecstatic. The idea of watching Jennifer and Nina together, and of penetrating Jennifer myself - was very exciting to say the least. The conversation between Jennifer and I got much more sexual, but never in a way that I didn't feel safe with her. I suppose because I knew she was a lesbian - and not just a lesbian mind you, like, head lesbian on campus. We got very flirtatious and played a rather simple game of you show me yours I'll show you mine. She unbuttoned her shirt and showed me her delicious soft tits. She pulled her ass out of her jeans for me and watched me all along with fiery, excited, predatory eyes.

"I have to say, I'm really looking forward to this." I told her when the naughty bits had been put away. "So am I," she responded in a voice soft as honey, "in fact, I'm not so sure I want to wait for your girlfriend." I froze up. This I did not expect, not in the least. I can't remember exactly what I said in response, but it was awkward and stammering for sure. The basic message was, no, that's not cool, I don't do that. She floated over to me, pushing her breasts out and cooed "I know I could have you if I really wanted you." Her harp-like voice couldn't hide a tinge of sadism.

"No, you couldn't and I think you should leave." She stared at me for a moment, shocked and offended. There was a violence in her eyes that I have never seen in another woman and haunts me just a little bit to this day.

Her expression softened and there was a disappointment and hurt in her features that I didn't understand. "I'm sorry. Shit has been kinda crazy for me lately. I'm really sorry, you're a good friend." And she left.

I thought about the experience a lot. I was proud of myself for having resisted. I was also titillated beyond belief. What did she want with me? It didn't make any sense. I think I had a realistic sense of my own attractiveness. I was, at that point of my life, significantly overweight. I was a cute fat boy though, I'd like to think. I was also witty and edgy, as always. But the type of irresistible man bait to be pounced upon by a drop dead gorgeous lesbian? Something didn't quite seem to make sense about it and I think the whole situation fascinated me all the more for it.

A couple days later, I got a call on my room phone from Jennifer. I had seen her here and there a few times since the incident and she had always been very friendly and upbeat. Now she was asking if she could come over with some beers and talk. No problem, I said.

She came up, dressed as usual, same flamboyant tomboyish demeanor, tugging a case of beers behind her. Everything seemed to be just as it was before the incident, which was just what I had hoped for. We tapped our beers together and called each other "bro," we gestured our arms out aggressively as we talked about hot bitches we wanted to nail. "Hey dude, get another beer," she would say when I was only half done with the one I had. She was trying to get me drunk. I looked back at her and saw faint peeks of the sadistic harpy I had previously encountered peering through the fraternal mask she had worn to trick me.

After a while, I was really drunk and laid down. She came and laid down on the bed beside me. She came up to my ear and whispered, "Marquis, I'm not leaving until you fuck me." I sighed and told her it wasn't gonna happen. She cooed and ran her hand along my body, "I know, I know" she said. She started talking about her girlfriend, how she was sick of feeling undesired by this bitch. How she knew how attractive she was, she just wanted to feel attractive again. How was this bitch to make her feel unattractive.

It all started to make sense. Jennifer never cared what I looked like. She was miserable in her relationship. She had sat there and listened to me beam about mine, talk about how I was the luckiest guy in the world and now she just wanted to break something beautiful. Jennifer was the first person I had encountered for whom sex could be a weapon. All the play I had engaged in had not prepared me for this. Jennifer was my introduction to truly sadistic, malicious and mean-spirited fucking.

I thought I was saved when my roommate's girlfriend knocked on the door. I let her in and she looked quizzically at Jennifer laying down in my bed. Jennifer stared back with big innocent blue eyes that practically screamed "You're not suggesting......." She climbed up on the top bunk and I resumed my position next to Jennifer on the lower bed. I assumed this extra presence would calm Jennifer down, but her hands continued to wander as she inched closer. I literally shoved her off of me at one point but she came right back. She lifted my hand to her mouth and kissed it gently, then bit it hard. I started to realize I was outclassed and fighting a losing battle.

She inched her hand down my pants and started lightly stroking my penis. She cooed in my ear as she felt me relax and promised she would "make me feel so good." Eventually, my roommate's girlfriend, who hadn't stopped talking this entire time, got up and left, seemingly without noticing what was going on between Jennifer and myself.

Jennifer went to work immediately, removing her clothes and mine. I was still very uncomfortable, but not resistant. She looked up at me with eager eyes with my cock in her mouth and mocked submission. "How do you like it? I want you to like it." She said over and over sucking me, jerking me, feeling on my body.

I was so excited. I didn't care about her motive anymore, I just couldn't believe I was having this kind of sex with this kind of woman. I fucked her with everything I had in that cramped little dorm, on that twin xl bed. I couldnt take my hands off of her, my eyes off of her. Eventually I heard on the intercom that my roommate was coming up and I knew our time was up. We had just barely finished getting dressed when he walked in the room. It was an awkward scene. She walked out, cool as a fan, flashing a devious and victorious smile as she left.

My roommate was my high school best friend, and knew Nina. He looked at me curiously but I didn't say anything until the next day. I cried, he consoled me. I called the family member I was closest to, my uncle, for advice. After listening to the entire situation, he told me, "Marquis, if you tell her what happened, she will never trust you again. It is up to you not to do it again, not for her to make you. The only reason for you to tell her is to unburden yourself of your own guilt. This doesn't help her at all."

It seemed to make sense at the time, and also had the additional benefit of my not having to face the music. It was the only time I would ever cheat on Nina, or any woman for that matter. But there was a big part of me that died after that. There was a purity and a perfection in my relationship with Nina that was forever tainted, forever gone.

 

[neci]

But there was a big part of me that died after that.

something about this line, gets me. makes remember.

 

[FloggingMolly]

I was on the edge of my seat reading this. I knew that somehow you'd have slept with her (obviously, or she wouldnt be on the list) but damn I was willing you not to!

 

[Marquis]

6. Kandace: The rebound

Nina and I broke up during my Junior year of college. It was extremely painful. We had been very close. My mom had died my senior year of high school and I wasn't close with my father and less close with my step-father. Other than my sisters, who were so much younger than I, Nina was the closest thing I had to family. I had gone on numerous vacations with her family. Everything seemed set for us to get married and spend our lives together.

We had been growing distant for a while. I began to resent how much of the college experience I was missing out on by having a long distance girlfriend. My college buddies were going to each others houses and taking vacations together on their breaks, building bonds that would last a lifetime. I saw Nina on every break and I would be dishonest if I didn't say I occasionally felt like I was missing out. But as most things in relationships, I find, are reciprocal, she was feeling the same way. She had transferred from a commuter school and was living away from home for the first time in her life. Nina was an exceptionally shy girl and this was a huge step for her. Eventually, through the most bizarre means imaginable, I found out that she had cheated on me and I exploded.

Now, I must address the obvious fact that I could've just forgiven her, especially considering my own prior indiscretion. Eventually, I did try to forgive her, but for the longest I couldn't get over it. Maybe what my uncle had said was true. By the time I didn't care anymore, she had long moved on. Abandon all last ditch attempts at greatness, they say.

In any case, in the immediate aftermath of discovering Nina's infidelity, I was flooded with feelings. I had blown up to almost 250 lbs at that point and had developed a very "who cares" attitude about it. I'm not a short guy, but 250 lbs is a lot, especially when it's pretty much all chub. I started to feel very insecure about my body and couldn't shake the idea that Nina wasn't attracted to me anymore. In any case, if I was going to be back on the singles market, I wanted to look good.

I was also reeling over the missed sexual opportunities I had had. Other than the Jennifer incident, I had never so much as kissed another girl. I had flirted a lot, for sure, but never anything that would've broken trust in my relationship. I had been a voyeur for the last 3 years as gorgeous and exotic women the likes I had never seen before were disappearing from parties with friends of mine and leaving them with huge smiles in the morning. I decided I wasn't going to miss out any longer.

It was easy enough. To be totally honest, it was the very next day. I called Kandace, one of the many girls I had had somewhat flirtatious relationships with. She was a Senior, and as anyone who's went away to college knows, girls tend to get VERY loose towards the end of their senior year.

For the life of me, I cannot remember how it all went down (this is probably going to be the case with a lot of these entries). I remember that she had red hair and very pale skin. She had enormous green eyes. She had an unbelievable body. I don't know how to describe this without sounding like a porno or a romance novel, but she had large, very full, firm, at least D cup breasts and a thick, pronounced juicy white ass on a limber and athletic body with just the lightest covering of softness, but not a roll or unsightly piece of chub to be found. Some of my friends made fun of her eyes being so large and called her bug eyes, but I always thought she was beautiful.

I look over my list and I found so many of these women beautiful. Maybe I just love women.

Our sex was never fantastic. I asked her what she saw in me once and she said, "you carry yourself like a real man." I liked that. Maybe at another point in time we could've shared something more special, but at the time I was on what would be a multi-year quest to treat women as badly as I possibly could. She gave me head and I was mad because she wouldn't let me cum in her mouth. She let me cum in her mouth and I was mad because she wouldn't let me fuck her ass. I was always mad about something.

Eventually she stopped coming back, and I didn't really care.

 

[brioche]

You are a very talented writer. Not everyone has the gift of words, or the ability to turn a phrase the way you do.

 

[eastern sun]

Are you about to lose your vulnerability in this saga?

(I'll really miss it, if you do.)

 

[Marquis]

Hello my adoring fans, I got a message asking when my next update would be coming and in case anyone else was wondering, it won't be for a while. I am working out of the country until early August and left my list behind. No chance I could do this off of memory and would like to keep the purity of order intact.

 

[FloggingMolly]

Hello my adoring fans, I got a message asking when my next update would be coming and in case anyone else was wondering, it won't be for a while. I am working out of the country until early August and left my list behind. No chance I could do this off of memory and would like to keep the purity of order intact.

Oh no!

 

[Marquis]

Oh no!

Ha ha, despite what this thread might lead you to believe, I can at times be a tease.

 

[Lilith]

She had a deliciously curvy, feminine body that she couldn't hide behind her loose fitting clothing and aggressive attitude. A soft pair of full, round breasts were constantly peeking through the shirt at some angle or another, a juicy round ass was forever holding up the jeans in an very unboyish fashion and a curved, womanly hips pressed against the seams of her janky thrift store jeans. She looked like tinker bell in jail.

Deliciously described. I appreciate great details..

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

For the life of me, I wish I could remember the handle of the Hawaiian beauty who used to post on her that you dated. She was mind blowing.


That and your history is in-fucking-credible.