After the sexual assault she just received, Clarice tries to correct the situation and goes for seconds, but her way. Later on, she receives sn invitation that gets her excited.
Clarice talks with Quark
I was sitting on the couch looking at Quark. There was a mixture of anger, sadness, disappointment, satisfaction, curiosity, and wonder when looking at him. After recuperating from this Saturday morning, l did not know how to feel...
Would Quark be your choice for sex? No, not really. Then again l never thought of Jack sexually until the two nights we spent together. Would l prefer a more gentle opening leading to sex? For sure. The whole blackmailing thing does not sit well with me. I think if he would have come toward me in a more gentle way, l might have complied. Would l let myself be tied up? Nope. But the results were interesting. I would let it happen again with the right person and the right setting. Would l have let him take my ass? Maybe... but not in this morning ‘s context. In the end, if he would have brought the idea of sex with me differently, it might have happened.
« What the hell, Quark? »
He looks ashamed. His head is down. He kept apologizing. We talked this out. I did mention to him that it would have been better if he had taken a different approach. No girl likes to be forced into sex.
Thing is, l did not feel violated. Is that weird? I felt... l don’t know how l felt. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. Thing is, if he would have sat down on my couch, brought up the fact that he felt left out, and that he was jealous that he did not get anything from me, l probably would have caved in and had sex with him. Especially with my thought of mind before the bell rang at the door. Yeah... if done right, l would have had sex with him this morning.
I explained all that. He understood. He apologized again. I told him to stop doing that.
I asked him about the whole ‘love thing’. He says he genuinely feel a lot of affection for me. That freaked me out a little. He said that now he would never hurt me and always be there for me. I can call him anytime. I thanked him for that.
« I am sorry if l hurt you... », he says.
« Well you hurt my feelings with the whole pictures thing. Please stop with that and with spying on me. I’ll keep you in the loop of what’s going on if that’s what you wish for. As for physically, no l am fine. »
« Even... there? », he pointed what would be my ass.
« Yeah, l’m okay. », l added. Which was the truth.
« Did you... enjoy... some of it? »
« I will be totally honest with you... » and l was truly honest with him when l gave him this answer. « Yes. Yes l did enjoy it. Strangely l enjoyed you taking over and me being submissive to you. I enjoyed the dirty talking. I even enjoyed the anal sex. So yeah, l enjoyed our time together. I just wished you would have talked to me. »
« So... what happens now? »
« Well what happens now is that you never reveal those pictures to anyone. You don’t talk about my sexual adventures to anyone, and that included us, and you don’t spy on me anymore. What happens now is that you will have to talk to me... » He agreed. It was a relief for the both of us.
I don’t hate Quark, he was just stupid and acted like a stupid person. He is not bad of a lover. And l kind of like the fact that someone would go this far to be with me. I know l am not thinking straight right now, but l am also guessing l have a sexual addiction because l am accepting all of this, which is not normal. So yeah, l might be sexually addicted. Now THAT is a scary thought.
« So now Quark... let’s try this again... » His face went to shock. He looked at me as l got up and went closer to him to grab his shaft in my hand. « We will do this the better way. We have all day... »
I started jerking him off and l asked him to talk to me. To open up and let out his feelings for me. To talk about what brought him to this. To tell me about him also. He got comfortable on the couch, his cock in my right hand, and he started. He made me promised not to say any of this to anyone. He made me swear that everything he is about to say stay between us, as weird and dangerous as it may be. I complied... while still stroking him.
« I always had a strong thing for younger, smaller, petite girls. Since l was a kid myself, l was sexually active. Me and some cousins would get naked and explore each other. Then, with one cousin in particular, we would end up discovering sex. Our parents would freak out if they knew. Me and my cousin, we would walk in the forest and fuck there. We were kids. And yet we were doing it. We learned to enjoy ourselves. Our folks always thought we were super close. If they knew how close we actually were. We were active for years until they moved away and we did not see each other anymore. After that, l was sexually frustrated and l wanted sex all the time. I still do... » l continued jerking him off. « ... and now... well you sort of look like her. And all of these feelings came up. That is why l touched you all the time. It is when l grabbed you and put my hands in your little cotton panties, that l knew you were special. »
I asked why.
« You resisted at first, but the moment l slipped my hands in your sweet underwear, you stopped resisting. Not only did you stop resisting, your young legs spread themselves. You might have done it unconsciously, but you did it. And then your area got warm. And then it was actually wet, which surprised me. »
« To be honest, l did not remember this before you brought it up tonight... », l replied.
« I know, your brain forgot everything and that’s good. Because l touched you multiple times. In fact, after a few times, YOU wanted ME to touch you! »
I was shocked, but it was coming back to me. I did like the sensation of being touched. I asked Quark in the day to touch me whenever it was possible. Every time l was watching tv in his basement and the rest of the gang is outside, he would come downstairs and stop and touch me for a while before grabbing the beers and going back out. He played with my clit a lot. I remember me removing my panties to help him out sometimes. Then it became more daring as he would eat me out for a short while before going back out. Then there were times when l was downstairs and there was no one close for some reason, and we rub our sexual parts together. Then one day his wife caught us and the shouting session was huge! She slapped me, and then she slapped him! I remember me crying. Quark left. And she came over to apologize for the slap and held me. Told me to forget everything that had happened. And then l never went back to their place. But l guess they worked it out because they were still together, and Quark was still coming over. Couples are weird.
I was still jerking him off, and now l had to deal with all this new information. This would explain how l got so sexually curious and active so young. This would also explain why l always liked older guys instead of boys my age. So many questions, but now l know where some of my issues came from. I was still jacking him off when l decided to stop the talking and l just put him in my mouth. He was enjoying this. I was sucking him off and was going deeper on his dick.
The feeling l had now was... liberating? Meaning l sort of know now why l am such a sexual person? I know at my age l shouldn’t act, or even think, that way. But l do. That’s who l am. I just have to learn to accept it, accept me. I love sex. There, l said it. I love sex. I don’t have much barriers, except for guys my age. I do not care about them. For the rest though, l am opened to anything... if done right. And we will make this here, right.
Quark was enjoying my head on him. He told me so. I stopped and jerked him off. He asked me to sit on it, but back to him. So l got up, turned around, aligned myself, and slid down slowly on hid member. When l was down, he spread my butt cheeks apart. This guy loves my butt. I was riding him and l am sure he had a great view of my butt. He changed his hands and put them on my waistline.
« l want to put it in your ass... », he said.
So l got up, and he put some liquids on his member. I was coming down slowly and he aligned it to my butthole. The feeling was a little odd. It stretched it out and wasn’t that comfortable, but tolerable. He was pushing it more, and l had a feeling of being filled up. Then after going down some more, it started to feel REALLY good. When his whole shaft was in me, l actually had an orgasm. I was riding it a little more when he pulled me to lie on him and he continued invading my butt. I touched myself and as l was about to him another orgasm, he also came. He filled my butt with his jizz. And we stayed like that for a little while. He grabbed my breasts and was kissing my neck and my ears. Then it went soft and slid out, and his jizz came out of my butt and landed on his soft dick.
« Oh you are terrific! This is better than l imagined! », he adds. He says he is glad that we had this moment as it will replace the previous one, which he still feels sorry about. He left not long after that and l stayed naked on my couch.
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Clarice’s aftermath... again
I started another week of school and had other classes. It was starting to get to a point where l was looking at guys as sexual objects.
Let me explain...
When l see a man, my brain goes ´oh, l wonder how sleeping with this guy would be? ´ Then l imagine things and l imagine him. I imagine him with me. And so forth. I start to look at my teachers in a sexual way. What if l need to pass a class and l just show up and l give my body away so l can get a good grade? And what about after school activities? Not that l have some, but who knows. What if the school janitor dreams about having one of us girls, and l sacrifice myself for the rest of us.
What if, what if, what if...
I keep rethinking back to my three guys. I mean Jack gave me a hell of a good start. Then l manage to be with Bob partially, but l hope to be with him completely. And then there was the Quark thing. Not too sure about the first time, but second time was better.
Now l am hoping to get more guys. Find a way to do it more often. I am craving sex! I want it all the time! I hope to get other married men. The fact that they cheat with me is such a HUGE turn on. I would also like to have two guys at the same time. That one is a little more far stretch though.
I told Sara what happened. « I told you he was weird... » was her response.
Yes he was weird. And he did took advantage. But l did not want this event to be a thorn in my emotional side. So l turned it into my own event afterwards. My control. And in my head, that sort of cancelled itself.
But Sara was surprised by everything he did to me over the years. That freaked her out. She says l was a victim too and that is something else that we now have in common. And in a way, she is right. But me enjoying the attention and feeling when l was younger, does that make me truly a victim? Did Quark took advantage of me, or did l let him do so? I know that l did not ask for it, but l never pushed him away. This is very confusing.
Sara told me about her weekend with her dad’s friend. They went to a cabin somewhere and they spent all weekend eating, talking, and fucking. The sex became better as the time went by. She is opening up about sex. She is less tense and can relax her body more so she can feel the pleasure of it. The guy knows about her past and has been super respectful about her fears and feelings. She loved that. She can trust him more and is hoping he will not hurt her. She is starting to have feeling towards him... and that scares me.
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It was a Thursday evening when all the guys were upstairs. I went up to get something to drink. I said hi to everyone. They were all chatty. It hit me that l had some sort of sexual adventure with all three of them and they probably don’t know about it towards each other. I hope they don’t know about it... what if they talked to each other?
I went back downstairs and sat on my couch when one of the guys was coming downstairs to use the bathroom. It was Bob. He came over quickly and gave me a note.
« Read this while l am in there... »
So l read it.
´Clarice,
Next weekend l want to take you out of town to a nice place together. We would spend the weekend in the hotel room, l would take you out to lunch and dinner, then we could catch a play and such. If you are interested, show up at the Main Street bus stop at 5pm on Friday and l will pick you up, and we will escape together for a few days.
Please make sure to bring your normal set of clothes and some nice dinner clothes also.
I will treat you to a nice beautiful weekend.’
My mind was racing. Of course l want to spend the weekend with you!!!
He came out of the bathroom and l whispered « l will do everything in my power to be there. »
« Good », he says. « I will give you the best weekend of your little life. »
No, Bob. I will be the one who will give YOU the best weekend of YOUR life!