0 comments/ 53305 views/ 0 favorites Reactions By: ForsakenFire I love reactions. I especially love to shock people, well to be more precise, I love to shock guys who have been my friend for awhile. I am one of the few woman who like to be relegated to friend status; it makes the reaction that much better. On the outside I am a young woman with pretty hair and eyes and a nice smile. I am curvy, but I tend to wear sweaters and jeans. My friends describe me as a smart. kind, innocent girl who loves people and loves to laugh. Others would speak about my love for music-- especially the piano and harp. Let me add to that description, I am a klutz. I couldn’t be graceful if I tried. However there is more to me then meets the eye. When I was in high school the above description would have fit me perfectly, but not any more. Being quick to learn I always had a lot of time left over in my classes. Especially my World History and Geography class. The teacher in that class was the assistant football coach, but unlike many athletes I have run across, he loved to read. He had a whole bookshelf of books and whenever I was done early I was allowed to take one and read it. Christmas break came up quickly, and I had just started a new book. It was good, so I asked if I could borrow it. Coach agreed. I am an avid reader so by the next night I was two thirds of the way through the book. I finished a chapter and flipped the page. There in vivid detail, was the story of a woman masturbating. Please bear in mind I had no idea what masturbating was. I read the scene over and over, and then closed the book ashamed. The words however were imprinted on my mind. Throughout the next day I would look at the book, reach for it, and then put it back down. When my parents left for dinner that night I watched TV and then went upstairs. I couldn't help I needed to read more, so I sat down on my bed and continued the book. Just as I began to think there was not going to be anything else, a whole scene between the hero and heroine played out. As I read the words I felt myself changing. My body felt weak, and I wanted to experience what I was reading. The book talked of the woman stroking her clit as her man rubbed his cock. Slowly I put down the book and slipped my night gown over my head and my panties off. I lay on my bed and spread my legs. Slowly I began to touch and explore. When I felt myself get wet I realized why the book had described her pussy as wet and juicy. I liked stroking myself and soon got into it. When my hand brushed against a little hard place, my body convulsed. I loved it! From then on I was addicted. Anytime my parents would leave I would rub myself and feel the pleasure that resulted. As I grew older, I learned of cybering. I have always had a way with words, and so I used them. It gave me a sense of pleasure to know that guys were getting off on what I was saying. I learned how to describe sucking cock before I ever actually saw one. I would tell how “if I were there” I would place my mouth at the very tip. I would look up at him and smile then slowly lick the head. My mouth would soon follow as I sucked on just the head and hummed. I would tell them how my nails would gently scratch at his balls and how yummy his cock was. My cyber lovers always loved it when I engulfed their cocks with my mouth in one long smooth stroke. It always got me so horny, and they loved to hear about me squeezing my nipples and rubbing them. I would lick my fingers and then rub my nipples and watch them stand at attention. I would describe my long fingers delving into my pussy. Rubbing and stroking. Teasing my clit. Shoving my fingers up my hole. I called myself Moononyx and when I signed on I had my pick of guys. My favorite thing to do was to find out my guy friend's nicknames on yahoo and proposition them over the net. We would cyber and they would gasp, wanting to know my name. I would never tell them, but later in the course of the next few weeks I would casually open a conversation up about chats. Inevitably they would tell me about this girl they had cybered with. I would ask about it, innocently of course and they would tell me everything. By the way, at that time I was considered one of the guys. There was nothing odd about them telling me about girls they had sex with, so cybering was completely all right in their eyes. I loved to wait until the right moment. When they had betrayed how much they had enjoyed this mystery girl, I would casually say, “I know a girl like that. Her name on Yahoo is Moononyx” They would always beg me to tell them who she was. I took great pleasure in telling them. The look on their faces was always priceless Those days were the greatest. At that time I had never been kissed, but I was soon to learn the joys of phone sex. One night when my parents were gone, I gave a young man my phone number. Hearing his voice speaking to me sent me over the edge time and time again that night. God it felt so wonderful. His voice was liquid passion, and I was his. My existence was based on cumming for him. He had such a lovely voice. All warm, and soft. I couldn’t help but touch myself as I screamed and moaned. My pussy was dripping so much that after I got off the phone I had to clean the chair I had been sitting on. My phone guy would call me whenever he could and I was free. He taught me so much. He told me of how to place my fingers just right to bring the most pleasure. He told me that guys also performed oral on girls, and he told me what to expect. My body craved attention from him, but I did the best I could on my own. One day he told me not to wear underwear the next day to school. I followed his suggestion, and by the end of the day I was as hot an horny as I had ever been. I went into the school bathroom and frigged myself. When I came out of the bathroom, I smiled mischievously. My fingers were still wet with my pussy juices, but I figured that my friend would think it was water. I went up to him and hugged him then shook his hand with our secret handshake. He started to walk away when suddenly he turned around. We were the only two people in that area, and he had a gleam in his eye. He grasped my hand again and brought it to his mouth. I tried to jerk free, but his other hand grasped my back. He licked my fingers and smiled. With a sudden quick movement he felt under my skirt. The lack of underwear startled him, but he continued with his quest. His fingers brushed my pussy and I jumped. It was so electric to be touched by someone else. I wanted more, but he stopped. He brought his hand to my mouth and I sucked my juices off his finger. He had an astonished look in his eyes, but then he smiled. We never spoke of that moment, but I still dream of it. I graduated at the end of that year and went to college. My innocence continued to deteriorate as my knowledge grew... Oh how dearly I love reactions.... *licks lips* Reactions It's been several months since my last submission. I'm stuck in bed for the next few days, recovering from minor surgery. I'm feeling rather horny at the moment and thought a bit of confession might be exciting for me; for you too, hopefully. Perhaps this is not so much a confession as a sharing of some sexual memories. I know that some men enjoy reading stories about women reacting to the size of their penis, especially if it is on the larger end of the scale. I can include myself in this group. The following are some of my experiences. Size is relative of course, but I feel safe in saying that I have a bigger than average cock. Several women I've slept with have wanted to measure it. I've measured it too. For the record, it measures 7.75 inches along the top and is 5.75 inches in circumference. Not huge, maybe not even large, but definitely bigger than average. Whatever the appropriate adjective, I've had some fun reactions to it. The following paragraphs are my recollections of some. I hope you enjoy them. ***** When I was 20 I met a girl from Montreal at a party. We ended the evening in my bed, both rather drunk and horny. Janet was unquestionably the hottest woman I've ever fucked. The memory alone still gets me hard. We slept together about a dozen times over the next few weeks, gradually getting acquainted. Janet was only 18. One night she asked me how many girls I'd had sex with. I said she was only the second. She said I was here fifth. One of them, John, was a guy I knew. The sex had been very tame, she on her back, me guiding my cock into her, usually coming rather quickly. We would lay in bed afterwards, talking in the darkness. After our third session, she asked me for a drink. I got out of bed turned on a light, and went to the kitchen, naked. As I returned with a Coke, I saw her looking at my semi-erection. "You have a huge cock," she said. What a turn on that was. I got fully hard again. She held it and squeezed. "You're way bigger than John; again, a turn on for me. My male ego loved hearing this. Size really does matter, but mostly just to we men. ***** When in my twenties, I frequented a strip club one summer. It was a lot of harmless fun. One dancer, a beautiful black girl who went by the name of Cinnamon, was my favorite. The girls would take turns dancing on a small runway stage. The patrons, guys and a few girls, were allowed to tip the dancers by laying on the stage, face up, hands to the side, with a bill held between our lips. The dancers would usually straddle the head, stretch themselves out above the guy, 69-style, the move back up and take the money by squeezing it between their breasts. Sometimes a dancer would squeeze a guy's crotch, then look over at his buddies and wave her little finger, while the guys all laughed. The first time I tipped Cinnamon she gave me a squeeze. I was in complete lust with her and so was very hard. She grabbed me and said, " Holy shit. What is that?" laughing in surprise. She then put her hand down my pants, gave it a quick feel and said, "Feels real," to the guys sitting stage side. I almost came right there. ***** I guy I met while a member at a YMCA gym once invited me to a barbeque at his home. He and his wife had wanted to introduce me to her friend. As it turned out, they were swingers. Their idea was for me to take turns fucking each of the women while the other two watched. Apparently the guy had seen me in the locker room and noticed my size. I was a bit nervous at first but got into it once the wife started blowing her husband right there in the living room. He had a big cock and it made me feel competitive. Sometimes this stuff sounds a bit stupid but in the heat of the moment testosterone often takes over. The wife swallowed his load and then removed her skirt and panties and lay on the floor with her legs spread for me, saying "Your turn." Her husband sat next to her, holding her hand. I stripped, pushed my cock into her, and started to fuck her rather hard. She let out a loud moan and said to her husband, "Oh God, baby, his cock is even bigger than yours." ***** I dated a woman, Erica, who shared an apartment with her older sister. The relationship lasted about a year. The sisters were competitive with each other. They also told each other everything. After dating for about a month, Erica and I had sex for the first time. The next time I went to their apartment the sister greeted me with, "Hi, stud." I asked Erica if her sister had overheard us in bed. I had thought she wasn't home at the time. "No," said Erica, "I called in sick the next morning and when my sister asked what was wrong, I told her my crotch was sore from having sex with you." Later that night, in bed she wanted to measure my cock so she could tell her sister how big it was. Her measurement came to eight inches; a bit of an exaggeration, but I guess it made for a better story. ***** One woman, the first time we had sex, said, "Oh God, you're big. That feels so fucking good." ***** My favorite memory is with my wife. We have never discussed her previous lovers. I figure what I don't know can't hurt me. I am, like most men, uncomfortable with the thought of my wife fucking a guy with a cock that is bigger than mine. It's just the way the male brain is wired. She's not one to talk, but over the first few months of dating she did make several telling comments. Once, while lying in bed after sex, watching me dress, she said, "Nice package. You must be pretty proud of that thing." The first time I fucked her doggy style she said, "Not so deep. You're too big for me." Male ego stroking? Perhaps, but it sure feels good anyway.