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| Do it," I said. My knees wobbled as cumshot after cumshot surged into the condom. He coaxed every drop out before removing the condom and tying it up. "Attaboy," he said, and disappeared into the bathroom. He rubbed the lube all over my asshole, then slid a finger in with some lube on it. He finger fucked me for a little bit, then big booty club tried two fingers. I wasn't so sure that would be a great idea. I never understood what was so sexual about seeing a girl naked. For me, the fact that someone is naked isn't what is sexy, it's how he looks; it's that look in his eyes that tells me he is going to have his way with me. That's what sexual. Without the sexual heat, being naked was pure, bare, vulnerable. It didn't really hurt, though it wasn't the most comfortable feeling in the world. I closed my eyes and could feel him moving against me. He pulled out his fingers. I could feel his thighs against my legs. I took his entire cock in my mouth and sucked even harder. I felt his cock stiffen and his body shudder. I wrapped my hands around his waist and lodged my fingers in his asscrack as he bucked against me. Suddenly a torrent of cum shot into my mouth. It was hot and salty and delicious. Ben's kiss let you know that he was going to fuck you like you were the only thing in the world. Ben's kiss let you know that yeah you were beautiful, but he wanted to know if you were hot, if you were sex. Ben's kiss made you forget to breathe. He moaned as he fucked my face. His cock continued to surge, and I raced my tongue around the head of his cock as I jacked him into my waiting mouth. It's not something I could picture myself doing all that often, but thought that if Dan and I could do it from time to time, it wouldn't be so bad. I still felt kind of off and was scared that Suzy would figure it big booty club out, or that Dan would blab. I mean come on, I was standing in front of him naked at the very moment. It was just bold and unexpected; classic Ben. He was always quite a gentleman, but at the same time, if he wanted something, he was going to get it. If he wanted to have sex with someone, he probably would. And he wasn't afraid to say it. He sat in between my legs and dispensed the shaving cream into his hand. As he rubbed it on my pussy I arched my hips toward him, wishing for more pressure. He just laughed. Slowly, carefully, he shaved off the little patch of hair I had left. I had always kept my pussy trimmed, but not ever completely bare. |
| I felt his energy building up too. My walls rubbed against his cock perfectly. Or was big booty club it the other way? One more push and we were over the edge. I screamed as he emptied into me.
Actually, it wasn't quite solo... my aunt Jean and uncle Barry; my father's sister and her husband... would be joining the same bus in Springfield, but that was 24 hours away. I had my book, I had my journal, I had my Walkman – hey, I even had some Durran Durran! But I did wonder whether any of them could keep me from going completely ga-ga, long before I met up with Jean and Barry. He screamed as he emptied into me.
I bit his shoulder through the cloth of his shirt, and
I turned to look at Bryan, the beautiful, sensitive, and so-loving man whom I'd never even seen a few hours before, and laughed. "Remember the first thing you ever asked me, when we first got on the bus?" winced as I felt the forceful entry of his middle knuckle. He withdrew a little, then pushed again, sliding in the slickness that flowed from my pussy... a pussy that felt as though it must be yawning wide for his favors, but which remained chokingly tight.
Finger and fuck, those were the cardinal rules of teenaged sex; and everything I'd gleaned from those girlfriends who done either of them convinced me that one was much the same as the other – the thing went in, it pushed itself around, and then it stopped.
The faintly patronizing air I'd detected earlier ("Durran Durran" – for some reason, that had really bugged me) was gone; in its place, there was a sweet shyness, a polite warmth, a 36-year-old travel agent named Bryan, whose marriage had gone south... literally... when his New Yorker wife ran off with an Okie five years ago, and who now shared a Manhattan apartment big booty club with two cats and his sister. The idea that it might seek out other places, other pleasures... and pluck them with a dexterity that I imagined was my private secret alone... had never crossed my mind. A one inch peg in a half-inch hole.
Even if you want to "do it," there's always something to stop you - your parents might walk in, the phone might ring, you're not that sort of girl, whatever: I know, because I'd used all those excuses at one time or another, and the boys I was with accepted them, because they shared the same fears themselves. I wanted my fat, sweaty legs against hers for the next 12 hours...." I mouthed a silent "thank you" to Bryan, swore to myself not to chatter any more, and launched straight into a childhood memory of a drive up to Niagara, with an incontinent grandmother leaking pee the whole trip. |
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