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I want you to think back to the story I told you about how Rachel, my little sister, and I lost our virginity to the same darling boy at (well. almost) the same time when I was fifteen, and she and her boyfriend were thirteen? Yeah, that boy. Michael. I'd known him since I was six or seven. We were never serious lovers after that crazy afternoon, but we always kept in touch. Because I was that kind of a girl, we had fucked a few times since then, but I only thought of him in a kind of affectionate way. He had grown up into a boy with a beautiful body, the sexiest ass, but he wasn't super confident. I didn't worry about that, because, as far as he was concerned, I was. I thought he might be the perfect boy to share with Rosalie. Fucking with him was not at all like sex with Al, and I thought Rosie might like it.
Michael was sixteen. It had been three or four months since I had seen him. I was sitting in Doggie Diner with him, just talking, nothing sexy. I had forgotten, or maybe not realized, how cute he was from the teen-age boy perspective. I don't usually respond to 'cute' that much, it's not a big turn-on for me, but today....wow! I'm sure he had no idea that I'd been fucking this 44 years old balding, hairy, fat man-and his wife for the past three months. I wasn't about to tell him, either. Michael liked science fiction and I did too. He started going on about this radio he was building from a kit, and movies he liked. He said he was learning to fence. He didn't care too much about cars and sports, the major pre-occupations, along with pussy, of every heterosexual boy his age in southern California, and some of the gay boys, too. For once, I didn't try to dominate the conversation. We had known each other for a long time, we had seen (and fucked) each other's nude bodies, and we were relaxed with each other. I began to get that feeling again. Looking at him across the table, half-listening to him talk, I really wanted to kiss his mouth. He wasn't the best kisser in the world, but I felt about kissing the same way I felt about dick size...it didn't have to be perfect to be okay, especially if the "I want to kiss you" feeling came from me. I wanted to do a lot more than kiss today, but my feelings at that particular moment were just about getting him to stop talking so I could get my mouth on his. Even though we had had sex several times, we didn't talk about it much. He brought out a different side of my personality, because, you know, if you read this far, that when I start talking about THAT, I can go on and on.
But not with him. I had grand plans for Michael, though, which I did not share with him right away.
Right now, I just liked him so much, I just wanted to get smoochy with him. I restrained myself in the Doggie Diner.
"Michael, do you want to come to see my new apartment and listen to some new music I got?"
I didn't have to make my sexual invitation any more explicit than that. First I wanted to kiss. Then other stuff. On the way over to my place, I began to roll some other thoughts around in my mind. This process, I don't know what the word is for it, is sometimes a real delight for me, especially if I'm comfortable with the boy and the situation like I was today. A lot different than with Al. We were sitting on the bus, knees bumping, holding hands...I know, it sounds so innocent after some of the crazy shit I had done, but that was fine with me.
"Nobody is keeping score," I thought to myself. I put my hand on his thigh, not too far up, and leaned my body against him on the bus seat, and kissed his cheek. He turned his head and put a kiss on my mouth. Right away, the instant he kissed me, I had the strongest erotic pulse go through me. All I could think about was how good it felt when he was between my legs with his smooth body, and I could rock my hips backward and my legs around him, squeeze him a little, feel him respond. I didn't really have the penis-in-vagina thing in my mental imagery at that moment...just the delicious feeling of his body and mine wrapped around each other.
I was ready to have him before we got off the bus.
Michael was special. In my house growing up, there was a lot of casual, non-sexual nudity. My dad was blind, of course, and who saw what part of whoever was of minor importance to him, my Asberger's sister Rachel would not wear any clothes at all until she was about eight years old. my mom had a beautiful body and between her blind husband and two little girls, she really had the freedom to be without clothing a lot without upsetting anyone. I was the only k** in this weird family who seemed to know what clothes were for, and I was dressed all the time...well, most of the time.
Michael is my cousin's cousin through a divorce or something like that. He was a little bit of a throw-away k** if you know what I mean.
As I was growing up, I saw my daddy without clothes a lot, his big man's penis and all that. I don't remember thinking too much about it, except noting that he looked different from me and mom and Rachel.
Micael was the first boy I played "doctor" with, the first penis I touched, the first erection I saw. my parents knew about our "sex" play, such as it was, but they were really relaxed about it, didn't freak out, just kind of tried to re-direct me. Me, in particular, because I was much more curious and assertive about this business than Michael was. I remember my parents trying to explain this to me when I was seven or eight.
"Deborah, she'll grow out of it...all k**s do this stuff..."
Little did he know his darling little red-haired girl would be fucking men more than twice her age when she was s*******n and enjoying it.
I just wanted to do Michael the way we had been doing it, me giving him a blowjob or a handjob so that he could cum fast, something sexy that I could think up to do with his cum to get him turned on, and, when he bounced back, get on my back, get him between my legs, and just have him ride my little pussy as long as he wanted. I never had been able to come when we fucked, but it felt great, I loved him and loved to play sex games with him and feel him in my pussy. Is that weird?
But today was different. He was on top of me, and I kept having pictures of him and Al trading places while they were fucking my ass and my pussy. I had pictures of Michael fucking Rosalie while I rode her face. I thought about his cock popping out of her and right into my mouth. He was lasting a long time today, and I was getting excited. I began to feel as if I might come, and then I started coming and I was grabbing his arms and yelling in his face. I am not usually like that during sex, and I had never been like this with him before, but bless his heart, he didn't grab for his clothes and run out of the room. He just kept a steady rhythm, not pushing too hard. This kind of fucking, nothing like I'd ever had with him before, made me want to dig deep grooves in his back with my fingernails (if I had any)! I was screaming his name. '' MICHAEL!! DON'T STOP!! DON'T FUCKING STOP!! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU STOP!!!"'
Because we were intimate as c***dren, we could be very playful with each other, and I liked that. He knew that I liked it if he took his cock and rubbed it around on my belly. Not too hard. It just gave me a super nice, super warm feeling. I liked him in me, of course, but I also liked it that he wasn't just a one-trick pony. There's a lot of things that boys and men can do with their dicks that I like that aren't trying to put it in my mouth or my vagina, thirty seconds after we begin to make love. I covered his cock with baby oil and rubbed it on my nipples. I could see it and lick and kiss and suck it, and it felt sweet. After looking at and loving his dick in there, I wanted him to come.
" Tit fuck me, honey, tit fuck me and come all over me, please?"
He sat across me. I slid more baby oil l up and down the shaft of his dick, that sweet spot he had right behind his balls, a little in his asshole with my pinky, and around and around in circles on the head of his cock.This is when I like to use whatever sexy words I have to get my man going. I was so fond of Micheal, I wanted to please him.
"How does it feel when I stroke your fat dick? Do you like it? Your cock is so fucking pretty Micheal. I want you to fuck my tits...oh yeah, like that...fuck 'em...fuck 'em till you come all over me, Michael..."
I was good at that kind of fucky-fucky sex talk now. I had been practicing for quite a few years. I feel so sorry for boys whose girlfriends just button their lip when they are having sex. Not me. He lasted longer than I thought any sixteen-year-old boy could, but when his eyes got kind of squinty, and he got all red-faced, I ran my tongue around my lips. I put my hands on the outside of my boobs and pushed them against his greasy dick. He began to pump it now.
"Lean forward, baby, let me get you back here..."
I got my finger in his ass, and like a lot of boys, that was the trigger for him. He came all over my boobs, first, a few drops sprayed around and then these BIG squirts and I loved that, and because he was just sixteen, he had a few extra for my face and my mouth. I am crazy about seeing boys that I like to shoot sperm more sperm all over me. When I'm in the right mood, that is a real treat. "Do you like to see your cum all over me?. Do you want me to clean it off, or does it turn you on to see it all over me when we are fucking?"
"Leave it, Sylvia, that is so fucking hot."
That helped him to bounce back quickly. This time I rolled my legs back.
"Fuck my ass, Michael, c'mon, you know what to do..."
I like to get ass fucked that way, from the front, so I can look in my lover's eyes and talk to him. I wouldn't say he pounded my ass, he wasn't that kind of lover, but he hit some button because after he was way up in my butt, I wanted him to do my pussy too. I wasn't long before he was pumping his dick in both holes. I was shouting, waving my toes in the air.
''HARDER BABY HARDER!!''
He pulled his fat cock out of my ass and POP! right into my mouth. Because he wasn't so huge, I could get a lot of him in my mouth, and I felt his whole body quivering as I sunk my cheeks in and blew Michael's cock like I was dying of thirst and the wetness and the flavor of his cum was the only substance on earth that could save me. I thought he was going to come, but, no, with a little bit of direction from me, he headed right back for Miss Pussy, He spent a lot of time rubbing my clittie with his cock. I love it when a boy does that before the fucking part starts. but after a while I get serious about it:"Stuff it in my pussy, Michael, fuck my little cunt now. NOW YOU FUCKER RIGHT NOW!!"
His dick filled my puss up again.espcially the sides. That is the sweet part of my pussy sleeve. He gave her such a nice little ride. For all the talk and songs and stories and words about "sexual intercourse", men have no idea. We were locked into each other's eyes. No lover I had fucked had the key that he did. Who else would know that stuff? Who in the world I could be like that with (except Rachel, of course)? I liked to get him in my mouth when he was soft and make him hard, and I like to see his dick all hard jutting out from his flat belly. He thought I was slutty because I liked to suck his balls, but that wasn't slutty to me at all. I just thought he was so cute, and that was part of the sex things that I liked to do with him. I could get sluttier than that!
I knew what I wanted, though with all the sex I'd had, I had never spoken to another lover like this:
" Michael, you are so good... please, keep going baby, don't stop, don't stop, oh my god...get in my ass, baby, get the lube over there, put some on your cock.......get it up in my ass, baby. "
I was so overcome with lust, my voice had dropped about three octaves.
"Oh yeah, motherfucker, in my ass...."
Michael wasn't super powerful, but he was a good lover. He rode my ass, and I rubbed my pussy and clit like a madwoman till I came that way.
"Get back in my pussy, baby, oh yeah come on.."
I had never fucked anyone like this, not with all the lovers I'd had since I was fifteen. It was not clean, it wasn't safe. At the moment, I didn't care about that. Michael fucked me, switching from my pussy to my ass and back that way until I had come so many times I was dizzy and was breathing like an asthma attack.
I knew I had gone over my line this time. On top of everything else, I came so hard, I thought he must have gotten me pregnant.
I gruffly threw him off me.
"Michael, that was crazy. Get off me, get out of here, go home...I'm not mad at you, baby, I just can't take any more..."
And that was the first time I ever said that to anyone.
Michael was sixteen. It had been three or four months since I had seen him. I was sitting in Doggie Diner with him, just talking, nothing sexy. I had forgotten, or maybe not realized, how cute he was from the teen-age boy perspective. I don't usually respond to 'cute' that much, it's not a big turn-on for me, but today....wow! I'm sure he had no idea that I'd been fucking this 44 years old balding, hairy, fat man-and his wife for the past three months. I wasn't about to tell him, either. Michael liked science fiction and I did too. He started going on about this radio he was building from a kit, and movies he liked. He said he was learning to fence. He didn't care too much about cars and sports, the major pre-occupations, along with pussy, of every heterosexual boy his age in southern California, and some of the gay boys, too. For once, I didn't try to dominate the conversation. We had known each other for a long time, we had seen (and fucked) each other's nude bodies, and we were relaxed with each other. I began to get that feeling again. Looking at him across the table, half-listening to him talk, I really wanted to kiss his mouth. He wasn't the best kisser in the world, but I felt about kissing the same way I felt about dick size...it didn't have to be perfect to be okay, especially if the "I want to kiss you" feeling came from me. I wanted to do a lot more than kiss today, but my feelings at that particular moment were just about getting him to stop talking so I could get my mouth on his. Even though we had had sex several times, we didn't talk about it much. He brought out a different side of my personality, because, you know, if you read this far, that when I start talking about THAT, I can go on and on.
But not with him. I had grand plans for Michael, though, which I did not share with him right away.
Right now, I just liked him so much, I just wanted to get smoochy with him. I restrained myself in the Doggie Diner.
"Michael, do you want to come to see my new apartment and listen to some new music I got?"
I didn't have to make my sexual invitation any more explicit than that. First I wanted to kiss. Then other stuff. On the way over to my place, I began to roll some other thoughts around in my mind. This process, I don't know what the word is for it, is sometimes a real delight for me, especially if I'm comfortable with the boy and the situation like I was today. A lot different than with Al. We were sitting on the bus, knees bumping, holding hands...I know, it sounds so innocent after some of the crazy shit I had done, but that was fine with me.
"Nobody is keeping score," I thought to myself. I put my hand on his thigh, not too far up, and leaned my body against him on the bus seat, and kissed his cheek. He turned his head and put a kiss on my mouth. Right away, the instant he kissed me, I had the strongest erotic pulse go through me. All I could think about was how good it felt when he was between my legs with his smooth body, and I could rock my hips backward and my legs around him, squeeze him a little, feel him respond. I didn't really have the penis-in-vagina thing in my mental imagery at that moment...just the delicious feeling of his body and mine wrapped around each other.
I was ready to have him before we got off the bus.
Michael was special. In my house growing up, there was a lot of casual, non-sexual nudity. My dad was blind, of course, and who saw what part of whoever was of minor importance to him, my Asberger's sister Rachel would not wear any clothes at all until she was about eight years old. my mom had a beautiful body and between her blind husband and two little girls, she really had the freedom to be without clothing a lot without upsetting anyone. I was the only k** in this weird family who seemed to know what clothes were for, and I was dressed all the time...well, most of the time.
Michael is my cousin's cousin through a divorce or something like that. He was a little bit of a throw-away k** if you know what I mean.
As I was growing up, I saw my daddy without clothes a lot, his big man's penis and all that. I don't remember thinking too much about it, except noting that he looked different from me and mom and Rachel.
Micael was the first boy I played "doctor" with, the first penis I touched, the first erection I saw. my parents knew about our "sex" play, such as it was, but they were really relaxed about it, didn't freak out, just kind of tried to re-direct me. Me, in particular, because I was much more curious and assertive about this business than Michael was. I remember my parents trying to explain this to me when I was seven or eight.
"Deborah, she'll grow out of it...all k**s do this stuff..."
Little did he know his darling little red-haired girl would be fucking men more than twice her age when she was s*******n and enjoying it.
I just wanted to do Michael the way we had been doing it, me giving him a blowjob or a handjob so that he could cum fast, something sexy that I could think up to do with his cum to get him turned on, and, when he bounced back, get on my back, get him between my legs, and just have him ride my little pussy as long as he wanted. I never had been able to come when we fucked, but it felt great, I loved him and loved to play sex games with him and feel him in my pussy. Is that weird?
But today was different. He was on top of me, and I kept having pictures of him and Al trading places while they were fucking my ass and my pussy. I had pictures of Michael fucking Rosalie while I rode her face. I thought about his cock popping out of her and right into my mouth. He was lasting a long time today, and I was getting excited. I began to feel as if I might come, and then I started coming and I was grabbing his arms and yelling in his face. I am not usually like that during sex, and I had never been like this with him before, but bless his heart, he didn't grab for his clothes and run out of the room. He just kept a steady rhythm, not pushing too hard. This kind of fucking, nothing like I'd ever had with him before, made me want to dig deep grooves in his back with my fingernails (if I had any)! I was screaming his name. '' MICHAEL!! DON'T STOP!! DON'T FUCKING STOP!! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU STOP!!!"'
Because we were intimate as c***dren, we could be very playful with each other, and I liked that. He knew that I liked it if he took his cock and rubbed it around on my belly. Not too hard. It just gave me a super nice, super warm feeling. I liked him in me, of course, but I also liked it that he wasn't just a one-trick pony. There's a lot of things that boys and men can do with their dicks that I like that aren't trying to put it in my mouth or my vagina, thirty seconds after we begin to make love. I covered his cock with baby oil and rubbed it on my nipples. I could see it and lick and kiss and suck it, and it felt sweet. After looking at and loving his dick in there, I wanted him to come.
" Tit fuck me, honey, tit fuck me and come all over me, please?"
He sat across me. I slid more baby oil l up and down the shaft of his dick, that sweet spot he had right behind his balls, a little in his asshole with my pinky, and around and around in circles on the head of his cock.This is when I like to use whatever sexy words I have to get my man going. I was so fond of Micheal, I wanted to please him.
"How does it feel when I stroke your fat dick? Do you like it? Your cock is so fucking pretty Micheal. I want you to fuck my tits...oh yeah, like that...fuck 'em...fuck 'em till you come all over me, Michael..."
I was good at that kind of fucky-fucky sex talk now. I had been practicing for quite a few years. I feel so sorry for boys whose girlfriends just button their lip when they are having sex. Not me. He lasted longer than I thought any sixteen-year-old boy could, but when his eyes got kind of squinty, and he got all red-faced, I ran my tongue around my lips. I put my hands on the outside of my boobs and pushed them against his greasy dick. He began to pump it now.
"Lean forward, baby, let me get you back here..."
I got my finger in his ass, and like a lot of boys, that was the trigger for him. He came all over my boobs, first, a few drops sprayed around and then these BIG squirts and I loved that, and because he was just sixteen, he had a few extra for my face and my mouth. I am crazy about seeing boys that I like to shoot sperm more sperm all over me. When I'm in the right mood, that is a real treat. "Do you like to see your cum all over me?. Do you want me to clean it off, or does it turn you on to see it all over me when we are fucking?"
"Leave it, Sylvia, that is so fucking hot."
That helped him to bounce back quickly. This time I rolled my legs back.
"Fuck my ass, Michael, c'mon, you know what to do..."
I like to get ass fucked that way, from the front, so I can look in my lover's eyes and talk to him. I wouldn't say he pounded my ass, he wasn't that kind of lover, but he hit some button because after he was way up in my butt, I wanted him to do my pussy too. I wasn't long before he was pumping his dick in both holes. I was shouting, waving my toes in the air.
''HARDER BABY HARDER!!''
He pulled his fat cock out of my ass and POP! right into my mouth. Because he wasn't so huge, I could get a lot of him in my mouth, and I felt his whole body quivering as I sunk my cheeks in and blew Michael's cock like I was dying of thirst and the wetness and the flavor of his cum was the only substance on earth that could save me. I thought he was going to come, but, no, with a little bit of direction from me, he headed right back for Miss Pussy, He spent a lot of time rubbing my clittie with his cock. I love it when a boy does that before the fucking part starts. but after a while I get serious about it:"Stuff it in my pussy, Michael, fuck my little cunt now. NOW YOU FUCKER RIGHT NOW!!"
His dick filled my puss up again.espcially the sides. That is the sweet part of my pussy sleeve. He gave her such a nice little ride. For all the talk and songs and stories and words about "sexual intercourse", men have no idea. We were locked into each other's eyes. No lover I had fucked had the key that he did. Who else would know that stuff? Who in the world I could be like that with (except Rachel, of course)? I liked to get him in my mouth when he was soft and make him hard, and I like to see his dick all hard jutting out from his flat belly. He thought I was slutty because I liked to suck his balls, but that wasn't slutty to me at all. I just thought he was so cute, and that was part of the sex things that I liked to do with him. I could get sluttier than that!
I knew what I wanted, though with all the sex I'd had, I had never spoken to another lover like this:
" Michael, you are so good... please, keep going baby, don't stop, don't stop, oh my god...get in my ass, baby, get the lube over there, put some on your cock.......get it up in my ass, baby. "
I was so overcome with lust, my voice had dropped about three octaves.
"Oh yeah, motherfucker, in my ass...."
Michael wasn't super powerful, but he was a good lover. He rode my ass, and I rubbed my pussy and clit like a madwoman till I came that way.
"Get back in my pussy, baby, oh yeah come on.."
I had never fucked anyone like this, not with all the lovers I'd had since I was fifteen. It was not clean, it wasn't safe. At the moment, I didn't care about that. Michael fucked me, switching from my pussy to my ass and back that way until I had come so many times I was dizzy and was breathing like an asthma attack.
I knew I had gone over my line this time. On top of everything else, I came so hard, I thought he must have gotten me pregnant.
I gruffly threw him off me.
"Michael, that was crazy. Get off me, get out of here, go home...I'm not mad at you, baby, I just can't take any more..."
And that was the first time I ever said that to anyone.
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