The Major Diaries Pt. 01

Angela wasn't surprised that Jon moved very slowly inside her. He seemed to specialize in going slow. It felt a lot better than the fast pounding sex she'd gotten from her old boyfriend. Jon pressed forward as deep as he could, pulled almost all the way out slowly, then did it again and again. She'd never felt anything so erotic. It wasn't long before she realized that she was going to cum again. How could this be happening? She'd thought it was a simple fact that orgasms weren't easy for her. Jon seemed to know more than Angela about what she needed in bed.

"You're such a sexy little girl," Jon whispered as her orgasm faded away. He was different from boys she'd dated before. She'd barely respected those boys, and she'd bossed them around because she could. One look at Angela's cleavage turned them into wimps who'd do whatever she said. With Jon, he was completely in charge.

She climaxed again.

Angela started getting tired after her orgasm. She had a feeling that Jon didn't care if she was tired or not. He was moving in and out of her steadily, showing no sign of finishing. For a moment she imagined that Jon might want to do this for hours.

But Jon was beginning to get more excited, and he could tell that he'd have to cum soon. It was fine if he did. Angela had already had a couple of orgasms, and he thought he could give her one more before he had to finish.

He struggled to keep from cumming. When he felt her start to cum again he relaxed and allowed his own release to begin. His cock ached by now; he'd been on the edge of cumming for so long it hurt a little when it finally happened.

As they enjoyed the afterglow, Jon congratulated himself for choosing Angela. He'd done a great job finding a gorgeous freshman girl who didn't know much about sex, but who promised to be an excellent lover. Jon was careful not to do anything fancy this first time he took her to bed, restricting it to missionary sex with plenty of foreplay. But he looked forward to introducing Angela to every kind of twist and kink that sex had to offer.

It was wonderful, right up until it wasn't.

Jon invited Angela on thoughtful, creative dates that made her feel like an adult. He took her to nice restaurants, the kind where you dressed up and ordered wine with dinner. When they had conversations, he encouraged her to talk about herself, and he listened to what she had to say. She saw Jon genuinely cared about her as a person. He asked for her opinion about where they went and what they did. He gave her thoughtful gifts, including a particularly beautiful orange topaz necklace on a heavy gold chain. It complemented her complexion, and it called attention to the cleavage that made her so proud. Sitting in a fancy restaurant with a low-cut dress and her new necklace made the pretty freshman feel very grown up.

The problems started so gradually that Jon didn't realize what was happening for much too long. Angela knew that Jon insisted they have an open relationship, and she'd agreed to that, but the issue never seemed to be settled. "I don't want to share you with other women," she'd say. Jon was having so much fun with Angela - in bed and out - that he was especially gentle when he told her how he felt.

"We are too young to have monogamous relationships. It just doesn't work." He explained that three girlfriends broke his heart by cheating on him. "I'm not saying you are anything like those girls," he said. "But we are both young enough that we are going to face temptations. When that happens to you, I don't want you to feel I've locked you in a cage. If you get a chance to have an adventure, do it. I'll be here when you're done." What he left unsaid was that he planned to have as many "adventures" as possible.

He'd go through this explanation patiently but firmly, making sure he didn't mislead Angela into thinking he was open to changing his mind. Most girls were fine with his position. If Angela wasn't willing to have that kind of relationship, Jon would find others. He wouldn't like it, but Jon was dating other girls on his list of hot prospects, and he had no intention of giving up the right to sleep with as many women as he wanted.

But the subject kept coming up, and Jon became increasingly gentle and understanding. Angela acted like she was genuinely troubled by the notion of an open relationship. Jon understood, but it didn't matter. He began to think that teaching Angela how to have a satisfying open relationship might be an even more important skill than how to give a good blowjob.

And there was a different problem. Jon enjoyed touching Angela sexually when they weren't in bed. He liked to squeeze her beautiful butt, or reach around and feel her big boobs. When this happened, Angela often took his hand, removed it, and gave him a look like he was out of line.

This seemed weird. Jon could understand if Angela got upset if he did this in public; he agreed that men shouldn't paw women when others could see. But they were lovers, and intimate touching in private was part of that.

As time went by Jon spent more and more effort trying to understand Angela. He loved the sexual part of their relationship; Angela had come to trust that Jon knew how to treat her, so she'd become willing to try whatever he wanted to do. She was thrilled when he ate her pussy for the first time. Jon loved having such a young bedmate who would do absolutely anything. He liked it when a relationship reached the stage where the woman no longer expected Jon to ask permission; he and Angela were like this from the beginning.

So why did she stop him from touching her? Why did she keep challenging his stance on open relationships?

Jon eventually realized what was happening. Angela was very young when she learned she could make men do whatever she wanted. Her boobs began growing so early that she looked womanly before any of the girls she knew. She saw boys and even men stealing glances at her cleavage; it prompted her to wear low-cut blouses wherever she went. When she wanted something, all she had to do was ask. It didn't matter if she wanted a male teacher to excuse her from class, or she wanted a boy to buy her a cheeseburger. If she batted her eyes, tossed her hair, and leaned forward enough to let them look down her blouse, she always got her way.

She wasn't being sincere when she pretended to discuss Jon's ideas on open relationships. Angela was just asking the same question over and over because she thought that if she kept asking, she'd eventually get the answer she wanted. She was treating Jon like a wimp, just like other guys she dated.

Removing his hands from her body was a simple dominance move. It was no different from smacking a dog on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. Angela was trying to let Jon know she was the boss. It didn't make much sense to try this move with a man like Jon, but it had always worked in the past.

Jon got angry when he finally figured this out. She had tried to manipulate him, and she'd had more success than he liked to admit. He'd been too polite. Those big beautiful boobs had worked their magic, and Jon had done things he hadn't wanted to do. He was pussy whipped by an 18-year-old freshman. A bossy little bitch.

It was fortunate that Jon had no plans to see Angela that day, because he got so mad he wanted to say something he'd regret. His date that night was a charming girl named Lauren. She was beautiful in a way that was completely different from Angela, and she had a wonderful personality. Cheerful. Considerate. Kind. And she loved sex. Lauren had more experience than Angela, and she was enthusiastic about everything.

Lauren said something remarkable. She told Jon she appreciated the effort he put into thinking of nice things for them to do on dates. She enjoyed going to clubs, listening to musicians, eating at fine restaurants, and all the other things Jon arranged. But she told him that she didn't need those kinds of dates if he didn't have time. She knew he was busy with his studies and other responsibilities. What she liked most, she said, was spending time with him, especially in bed. She hoped they would continue having the kind of fun dates they'd enjoyed, but she wanted him to know that if he was ever short on time, he should just invite her to spend the night, and she'd be fine with that.

It was touching. Jon saw that Lauren was completely sincere. He knew that girls were attracted by his money, and it was refreshing to hear Lauren say that all she wanted was Jon. That night, as they made love, Lauren made him forget all about the bossy little bitch who'd had so much success emasculating him. Lauren made him forget again when they made love the next morning.

When Jon dropped her off at her dorm room, he decided to invite Lauren to go on a trip he'd originally planned to take with Angela. Spring break was coming, and Jon had found a marvelous resort a short flight away in Mexico. It was surrounded by clubs, restaurants and tourist attractions. There was a nude beach.

"Would you like to go with me?" he asked her.

Lauren smiled the same cheerful smile that seemed to define her. Jon realized that Lauren's smile was even more attractive than Angela's boobs.

"That's very sweet. I'd love to, Jon," she said. Lauren felt good that Jon thought enough of her to offer this trip.

"I'd ordinarily worry about spending a week with a man I've only known a little while," she said. "But we get along so well, I feel very comfortable with you. I'm sure we can spend a week together without killing each other."

Jon laughed. Very wise. Very droll. "My hope is that we know each other a lot better by the time we come back."

"Don't fool yourself," Lauren said. "We probably won't leave the hotel room."

Jon laughed again. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Lauren kissed him on the cheek, decided she wanted more, and kissed him fiercely on the lips. "See you soon," she said as she got out of the car.

Jon spent the rest of the day catching up on school work, going to the gym, and cleaning his apartment. He changed the sheets. He always changed the sheets when he was expecting female company, and Angela was due soon.

He'd calmed down a lot. Jon decided that if he needed to dump Angela, he'd do it, but he hoped he wouldn't have to. He loved their erotic relationship. Angela was a real bombshell who was terrific in bed. But he wouldn't tolerate any more whining about open relationships.

As he thought about it, Jon realized that he didn't believe Angela could be trusted to be faithful. He was beginning to realize that she was one of those people who demands that everyone in her life follow strict rules she didn't follow herself. She was the last woman he'd trust to be exclusive.

And he wasn't going to tolerate any more of her refusals to let him touch her intimately. He'd done more than enough to prove he was a good boyfriend, and he damn well expected to be treated like one. Even if Jon decided to keep Angela in his life, he thought he'd probably want to spend most of his time with other girls, like Lauren. He was glad Lauren had agreed to spend the week of spring break with him. At that moment, it seemed unlikely that he'd ever invite Angela on any nice trips.

Angela was all smiles and warmth when she knocked on Jon's door. She had no idea that his attitude toward her had shifted, and Jon did nothing to make that known. He'd decided that he'd treat her the same as always. If she behaved herself, fine. But if she turned into a bossy little bitch, he'd shut her down.

Jon had just taught himself how to make Margaritas. An 18-year-old girl like Angela was too young to drink in restaurants, so she enjoyed being able to have a cocktail at Jon's apartment. "Tell me about your day," Jon said as he handed her the glass. As always, he listened attentively as Angela spoke.

Angela sipped her drink, enjoying every delicious drop. But then her mind turned in a bad direction. Despite being told repeatedly that the subject was closed, Angela remembered that she wanted to try again to convince Jon to have an exclusive relationship. She'd keep asking until she got the answer she wanted. That worked with other guys.

"I can't help but think about you spending time with other women," Angela said. Here it comes, Jon thought sourly. "Don't you think we'd both feel better if we were committed to each other?"

It was a struggle to keep from getting angry. Jon composed his thoughts and decided what he wanted to say. "We've talked about this many times," he said. "I have nothing more to add."

What? That was different. Angela had always managed to whine and wheedle enough to get Jon to humor her and discuss it. That's part of the reason she continued to whine and wheedle. He'd never shut her down like this. Angela was a smart girl, and she sensed that something may have changed, so she stopped talking about it. For now. She thought she'd revisit the topic soon.

They went to the kitchen to refill their glasses. While they were there, Jon put his arm around Angela's waist, slowly letting his hand caress her butt. Without even thinking, Angela automatically took Jon's hand and moved it away.

It was the wrong thing to do, and the wrong time to do it. Jon was already irked, and being swatted away like a bug caused him to boil over.

He pulled Angela to him forcefully, pressing their bodies together. She was startled. It was out of character. Jon usually engaged in the kind of slow-motion seduction that began with caring, gentle persuasion. He'd never grabbed her roughly and pulled her to him in a way that suggested he didn't care if she consented or not.

"Jon! What are you doing?" she asked.

He didn't answer. Wasn't it obvious what he was doing? He pressed forward, pinning her between his body and the counter. His hands felt her breasts, her waist, her hips, and her legs. He grabbed a handful of the fabric of her dress and began lifting it up to her waist.

"Let's do this in the bedroom," Angela said. She was alarmed. She could tell Jon was mad.

"Let's do this right here," he said, spinning her around and pushing her forward until she was bent over the counter. His body pressed up against her so firmly she couldn't get away. Angela was powerless to do anything as she felt Jon raise her dress up to her waist and pull her panties down to her knees. She realized Jon was undoing his pants and lowering them to the floor.

She felt his hard cock press up against her pussy. It slipped inside. It happened so fast. She wasn't wet at all when he started. But he worked himself in and out, using shallow strokes, and it wasn't long until Angela was so juicy that the whole kitchen smelled like sex.

"Jon, why are you doing this?" Angela asked.

"Because I want to," he said, shoving himself deeper and deeper with each stroke. Angela thought she should be upset, but they both could tell she was growing more aroused by the second. It made her feel like a slut. Jon was treating her like some kind of whore, and she couldn't help but like it. She'd never felt that way about herself.

Angela looked up at a mirror mounted on the kitchen wall. It showed everything they were doing. She saw the expression of arousal on her face, and the way Jon's face looked determined and angry. It was like watching a sex video, with her cast as a porn star.

Jon unzipped her dress and pulled the shoulders down to the waist. He unhooked her bra and pulled it aside. In the mirror, Angela saw her bare boobs bounce every time Jon slammed into her from behind. He was manhandling her, and it made her so excited she realized he was going to make her cum. Soon.

Jon looked in the mirror and was pleased to see the expression on Angela's face. It was a mixture of surprise, fear, and powerful desire. She was moving the way she always moved when she was about to cum. He gave her ass a nice hard spank, then did it again. She moaned.

Jon realized that this might be the last time he had sex with Angela. There were so many things he wanted to teach her. He looked down to admire her beautiful bottom, and he saw her tiny brown asshole. Maybe there was time for one last lesson.

He pulled his cock out of her wet pussy, placed it against her butt, and pushed inside. "Jon!" Angela said, shocked at what he was doing. His cock felt huge in her ass. It hurt a little because she'd never done this before, but this was a time when a little pain felt good. He was sawing in and out of her ass, giving no sign that he'd heard her call out, or that he cared.

Nothing could stop Jon from fucking her up the ass. Angela knew about anal sex, and she'd seen it in porn videos, but she was firmly against trying it herself. It seemed dirty and sinful. She'd imagined it must be unbearably painful. But Jon went deeper, and deeper, and it felt good. Angela realized that he was going to make her cum.

That was the moment Jon came. He made no effort to hold back; he saw no reason to wait so Angela could cum first. He came, and came, and kept cumming, filling her ass with warm wet cum. The sensation of Jon's throbbing cock and gushing cum was more intense in her tight, sensitive ass than it would have felt in her pussy. She still felt Jon was treating her like a slut, but she didn't mind anymore. She began cumming like never before.

The tight, intense sensation overwhelmed Angela. It unleashed a wave of animal lust. She wailed in release. Every muscle in her body clenched. The muscles in her ass gripped Jon's cock so hard he couldn't move in or out. She called out again, leaning forward until her naked boobs pressed against the cold counter. She made a whimpering noise.

Jon held her shoulders as Angela calmed down. He was being gentle again. His cock went soft and slipped wetly from her ass. He turned her around and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. Neither one of them knew what to say, but it didn't matter because nothing needed to be said.

Angela picked up her clothes and went to the bathroom where Jon had a bidet. The warm water and dry air felt good on her delicate little asshole, which was sore. It had endured a lot. Jon washed his face and his cock, then he took Angela by the elbow and led her to bed. "Let's take a nap," he said, wrapping her in his arms.

When she woke, Angela saw Jon beside her, looking into her eyes and smiling. He pulled her to him, and the feel of skin against skin excited them both. Jon got hard immediately. He rolled Angela on to her back, spread her legs, and shoved his cock inside her pussy, which was still wet. For the first time, he didn't give Angela any foreplay. It didn't matter. The sensation of his cock moving inside her made Angela cum very quickly. Jon came soon after.

The time of their restaurant reservations was drawing close, so they dressed for dinner and Jon drove them there. It was a fancy French restaurant with valet parking. All the men wore jackets, and all the women wore long dresses. Angela wore a low-cut gown and her new topaz necklace.

They both pretended nothing had happened. But a lot had changed. Angela had gotten the message. She realized that she'd been a bossy little bitch, and Jon had lost his temper for a reason. She'd never had sex with an angry person before, and she was surprised how much she'd enjoyed it. As she sat in the hard chair in the restaurant, her delicate little butthole felt sore. The dull pain reminded Angela what happened after Jon bent her over the kitchen counter.

A woman with a microphone came out on stage, followed by a man who sat down at a piano. She began singing a song by Jacques Brel, a French musician and composer beloved by Jon's grandparents. The woman sang in French. Jon knew the words because he'd heard all of Brel's songs many times, but Angela struggled to understand. Jon translated the hard parts.