Many years ago, I found out something about myself I still crave it to this day.
I was sixteen years old and a virgin. My boyfriend at that time, Jake, wanted to fuck me and take away my virginity. I kept refusing him, but I did give in and give him his first blowjob.
From the first time I did that, he craved it. He wanted it wherever we were. Sometimes sitting in a drive-through lane waiting for food.
He loved it when he was driving, and I would get naked, and he would slow down so others could see me giving him one, and they could see my ass and pussy through the car window. Like I said, anytime, anywhere.
He loved watching my lips go up and down on his cock. One night, while I was giving him a blowjob at his house in his bedroom, he was afraid to turn on the lights as his brother was home. He lit a candle so he could watch me suck on his cock.
As I was sucking his cock, a drop of candle wax spilled onto my back. It was a strange sensation, the pain, but I felt pleasure. I could not understand my feelings. Was it the flame from the candle, the heat from the wax, whatever the case was, I liked it.
Jake saw what happened and said, “I am sorry, Emma.”
I looked up at him and said, “Don’t be. I liked it, do it again. Let it drop on my tits.”
I stood up so I could watch him drip some wax on my tits. First on the top of my tit, then on one of my nipples.
I was so turned on I could feel my pussy getting wet, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to be fucked.
Jake watched my face as he let the wax spill on me, and I am sure he knew it was making me horny as hell.
I grabbed his cock and said, “You can fuck me as long as you keep putting that hot wax on me. If you stop putting wax on me, then you must stop fucking me.”
He pushed me back into his bed and held the candle over me, and as clumsy as he was, he finally was able to shove his cock in me.
I stared at the flames and watched as he dripped the wax all over me, letting some of it drip on my pussy.
Each drop that hit me heightened my first time being fucked.
Jake saw a tiny bit of blood on his cock and said, “Are you okay? You’re bleeding.”
I replied, “Yes, everything is okay, don’t stop now.”
A few minutes later, he shot a load of cum into me and stopped and fell off me.
He blew out the candle and said, “It is almost midnight, maybe we should get you home.”
The message was clear from him. He had come and was done with me for now and wanted to take me home.
That was the last time I ever fucked him. A week later, I caught him with another girl.
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I graduated from high school without another boyfriend, and off to college I went.
The only sex I had was when I would masturbate, and I always had a candle and would drip the hot wax on myself.
I got pretty good at it, and I quit trying to figure out why I liked it so much. It did not matter if it was the flame from the candle, the heat from the flame, or the pain that the wax gave me.
It didn’t matter what mattered was that I loved it.
My first few months in college were uneventful.
I just kept masturbating, thinking my fetish was probably too weird for most guys. If not all guys.
One night, sitting in a local bistro with one of my classmates, we were going over some homework assignments. A guy walked in, and one of my classmates, Aleesha, whispered, “Have you heard about that guy? I hear his cock is twelve inches long and he has the nickname now of “Footlong dong.”
I laughed so loud that I drew attention to our table.
Aleesha said, “Simmer down, Emma. He might come over here.”
She was right, he walked over to our table and asked, “What’s so funny?”
I looked up at him and said, “Nothing. It’s an inside joke, is all.”
He replied, “Right.” Then grabbed his crotch. Then said, “If you want my footlong dong, all you have to do is ask.” Then he walked away and sat down at his table.
First thing I thought of, hell yes, I want it. Maybe it would help me get over my wax hang-up. I also did not want to seem eager in front of my friend.
I looked at Aleesha and said, “The nerve of that guy thinking we want his cock.”
Aleesha said, “Speak for yourself, I would not mind trying it on for size.”
I laughed out loud again, and he looked back over at us.
I asked her, “Would you really fuck that guy?”
She replied, “Hell yes, I would. The problem is, I live at home, as you know, and I know he lives in a dorm with a bunch of perverts, and I am sure as hell not going there.”
I said, “You can use my apartment if you are dead set on getting fucked by him.”
Aleesha looked surprised and said, “Deal.”
She got up, whispered something to him, and walked back to our table, and said, “Hope tonight is okay because we’re coming over to your place. You can watch if you want to, and maybe get some of his cock too. Oh, so you know his name is Derek.”
I thought, why not. This is college, and it might be fun to watch, and who knows, maybe I will like that cock in me.
I went home and waited for them to arrive. At around six, I heard a knock on my door, and it was them.
Aleesha came in, looked around my place, and said, “You like candles or something, Emma? Maybe own stock in a candle company? I have never seen these many candles except in a candle store.”
I felt so stupid. I should have put all of my candles away.
I did have them everywhere and burned a lot of them. They put me in the mood for sex.
I stuttered to answer and finally said, “Umm, yes, I do like candles. How did you ever guess?”
Derek said, “Light them all up so you can watch me fuck Aleesha by candlelight. As a matter of fact, here is my phone, take some pics of it if Aleesha does not mind.”
I turned around, and Aleesha was already naked and sitting on my couch, and said, “I don’t mind at all. Now, get over here, Derek. I want to see that cock of yours.”
Derek was naked in seconds as I walked around and lit my candles.
I was lighting one when I saw how large he was when he got hard. I dropped some wax on my arm and instantly got wet.
I watched him slide his cock into Aleesha and heard her moans as he did.
It was easy to see how good she felt as his monster went in and out of her.
I went and sat in a chair, pulled down my pants and panties, and began to masturbate, watching them.
I took a candle into my hand and let it drip onto my belly and some of the wax right above my pussy.
Aleesha saw what I was doing and said, “Bring that over here, girl. Drip some of that shit on me.”
I stood over both and let some candle wax drip on Aleesha’s tits.
She looked up at me and said, “Fuck yes, that feels good.”
Derek saw what I was doing and stopped fucking Aleesha for a minute, grabbed me, and tossed me right next to her and said, “I am going to fuck both of you.”
Aleesha took the candle from my hand and said, Fuck her, Derek. I will drip some of this shit on her.”
I felt him slide his cock into my soaked pussy, and Aleesha dripped some wax on my tits.
The pleasure of his cock and the wax sent me to new places I have never been before.
I dug my nails deep into his back and said, ”Fuck me harder, and Aleesha, go get more candles and drip that hot wax on me. Do it, please.”
She got up, grabbed a couple more candles, and began dripping the hot wax all over me. She pushed Derek back so she could drip some on my belly and right above my pussy.
Derek grabbed a candle and pulled out of me, then dripped some wax right on my clit. He watched it harden and asked, “Want more?”
I nodded my head, and he dripped more on me and then stuck his cock right back into me.
Aleesha grabbed Derek and said, “My turn. You came here to fuck me.”
He pulled out of me and went right into her pussy and began pounding away at her. I watched and dripped some hot wax all over myself. The pain mixed with the pleasure and visual stimuli that I saw made me have countless orgasms.
Derek soon came in, Aleesha, and said, “Satisfied, ladies?”
I just lay there and watched him get dressed and leave.
Aleesha looked over at me and said, “That was mind-blowing. I am going to buy myself some candles.”
I watched her leave and then got up, grabbed a candle, and began masturbating.
I wanted more. I lost all track of time, and when I had worn out my hand and looked at the clock, it was two AM.
I got up to go to bed, went to my bathroom, looked at myself in the mirror, and saw that I was now one huge candle. I had wax everywhere.
I went to bed, and the next day, when I woke up, it took me hours to get all the wax off.
Derek called me the following day and asked, “Emma, I liked that candle wax thing you do. I tried some on myself, and it does feel good. I was wondering if you’re willing to try some of that on some of my frat brothers. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I told some of them about it, and they want to try, but they thought it was lame to do it ourselves.”
Shocked would be the word I think of when he said that. I thought about it for a minute and said, “Derek, to say you caught me off guard by this is a huge understatement. I will tell you what. I will think about it and give you a call back. You know if I say yes, it does not mean they have a license to fuck me, right?”
He replied, “That’s right. Only do what you want to. They want to jerk off as you put wax on them.”
I hung up, called Aleesha, told her what he said, and asked if she wanted to come along. She said yes. I thought it would be better to have another female there if they got out of hand.
I thought about it overnight and wanted to see how I felt when I woke up.
I sat in bed that morning and was thinking about all those guys jerking off. Within a few minutes, I kicked my covers off and was masturbating. I rubbed my clit with one hand and poured a little hot wax on myself. I was wearing out my pussy thinking about it, and I don’t know how many times I came.
I got out of bed, called Derek, and told him yes, I would do it if Aleesha could come along. We set it up for Saturday night at his dorm.
The whole week, I walked around campus with wet panties.
Saturday came, and Aleesha and I drove to the dorm.
Derek greeted us and introduced us to the guys who wanted to try this. I about died when I found out eight of them wanted to, including Derek.
The guys treated us like queens and got us anything we wanted before we began. Aleesha and I had several drinks and watched as Derek and one of his friends went around lighting dozens of candles.
Derek looked over at me, dropped his pants to the floor, and said, “I am ready if you two are.”
Aleesha said, “I am, and let’s give you some visual stimulus to get you all hard. She took off her top and bra and dripped a little candle wax on herself.
I followed right behind her except I got totally nude.
The other seven guys were nude and jerking off within a minute.
I would stand above one of them and stroke their cock, then drip a little wax on them. Aleesha was doing the same thing at the other end of the room.
As I walked down the line, I was amazed at all the different sizes of their cocks. Some were longer, and some were thicker. Some were circumcised, and some were not.
Derek had the biggest cock, along with the one black guy. We heard different degrees of pain and pleasure from each guy.
Aleesha, after about twenty minutes, said, “I can’t take this anymore and bent down on the floor and began sucking the first guy in line’s cock. After just a minute, she jumped to the next guy and so on down the line. I stood above her and dripped wax on them as she blew them.
I was getting so wet that you could easily see the wetness on my pussy lips.
Aleesha got to the last one and said, “I need some relief here, Emma. Get down here and suck some cock.”
I did more than that, I sat on the guy’s face that I was blowing. Aleesha saw me and joined in.
I had four different guys eat me as I sucked on their cocks.
As much of a turn-on as this was, I wanted the candle wax on me. I wanted to see the candle’s flicker as they burned. The feeling of the hot wax hitting my body. The heat from the candle.
I went down to Derek and said, “Pour some wax on me, Derek, and fuck me.”
That opened the floodgates. I was soon on the floor with Derek fucking me and five other guys watching and dripping wax on me as they jerked off.
Aleesha followed right behind me and was being fucked by one of the guys, and the others were dripping wax on her and masturbating.
One guy came all over me, and some of his cum spilled onto Derek’s back as Derek was fucking me.
I soon felt a load of Derek’s cum squirt in me.
Within seconds, another guy took his place and was fucking me as the others watched and would drip a little wax on me.
Derek and the others watched, then another one shot his load on Aleesha, and the guy she was fucking blew his load inside her.
The guy who took Derek’s place with one final push and grunt filled me up with his cum.
There were only a couple of guys left that had not shot their load, so I blew one, and Aleesha blew the other until they came.
I got up, and candle wax was everywhere.
On the floor, on the furniture, but most was on all of us.
We all looked around and laughed. Then I said, “I am sure as hell glad I don’t have to clean this up.”
Aleesha and I got dressed, and as I was getting ready to walk out, all I could think of was how fucking fun that was, but also what a slut I have become. I only knew Derek’s name and one other guy’s name there, and five of them fucked me at one time or another.
Before I left, Derek said, “I think I can speak for all of us here and let you two know that was the best time of any of our lives. This little meeting will never be known by anyone else, but us, and I swear on my life that it’s true.”
That did make me feel better, but the fact was that I did it and would do it all over again because of the pleasure I got from it.
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A few months later, I was now the president of the hottest underground club on campus. Derek was the sergeant-at-arms, Aleesha was the vice president, and the other seven guys whose names I do know now were the first members of our club.
The name of our club, you ask. What else could it be but The Wax Museum?
