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Wet Stories
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Straight Female / 21
It Feels So Good To Be Fucked By Him Again
I went to a funeral the other day, the funeral of the lady that took care of me after school. He was there, and he hugged me with that knowing hug, and I hugged him back, my arms around his neck. My face moved over to accept his kiss. There were many people there and I sat with him in my black dress. As the Preacher spoke I sat closer and he held my hand. I felt like I always do when I'm with him. When he got up to say some words about his mother I cried.
After the funeral I rode with him, he kept his hand on my knee and I kept my hands on his. We talked about college and how I was getting along. I was now a young lady, old enough to know better, a woman, with my own mind. We went to his house, the house that I spent so many of my afternoons, he took off his coat and tie and sat down. I took off my shoes and sitting beside him on the couch my dress ran all the way up my thighs. Never mind, his hand was on my thigh, in between my legs so I opened my legs a little so he could reach inside.
His kiss was like the thousand kisses I had received before, I moved back a little and bent down and undid his belt and he unbuckled his pants and lowered his zipper and took his penis and began to suck. Suckle really, his penis got hard enough for me to hold it with my hand and close my eyes and suckle on his penis, slowly. I feel that the only time I make love is when I make love to his penis. Until he takes me and makes love to me and I feel his penis between my thighs.
I wanted right then to feel his penis in me, to be possessed by him, I took off my dress and he sat there looking at me undress and show him my titties one more time. I feel small when I'm undressing for him, push my panties down and he can see my bush. I step forward and knelt to take off his shoes and pull his pants down. I sit back on the carpet and let him look down at me with my legs open enough for him to see my pussy, I like showing him my slit, he likes my pussy and I like that. I scoot back and lay on my back looking up at him, he stands there with his penis getting ready, his thick thighs, he is a big man, over six foot tall and 240 pounds, to my 5 foot one and 127 pounds. He's going to crush me and that's what I want.
He kneels and kisses my pussy then slips in his tongue and then pulls himself on top of me and his penis slips in, it's hot, and hard and it means business and I look up at the ceiling I've seen all these years and begin to lose my mind. I'm shocked as I'm rocked by an orgasm, maybe the tension of the funeral, I orgasm under him, he holds me down and presses harder to keep me down. After my rush subsides, he begins again, over and over and over he drives his penis in until he holds me tighter I know he is going to cum Cum in me I think, don't waste a drop, I want every drop.
I lay there, beside him, looking up at the ceiling. I remember his mother when she came in and found us. She looked down at me naked on the carpet, 'you're a woman now' she said. And she called him a fool, 'you fucked this girl now you're going to have to take care of her', and looking back at me 'don't think of getting pregnant, I'll swat your ass good if you do'. But those things are said after it's too late to do anything about it. I may have been too young, but that no longer mattered. 'I'll have to tell your mother'.
After the funeral I rode with him, he kept his hand on my knee and I kept my hands on his. We talked about college and how I was getting along. I was now a young lady, old enough to know better, a woman, with my own mind. We went to his house, the house that I spent so many of my afternoons, he took off his coat and tie and sat down. I took off my shoes and sitting beside him on the couch my dress ran all the way up my thighs. Never mind, his hand was on my thigh, in between my legs so I opened my legs a little so he could reach inside.
His kiss was like the thousand kisses I had received before, I moved back a little and bent down and undid his belt and he unbuckled his pants and lowered his zipper and took his penis and began to suck. Suckle really, his penis got hard enough for me to hold it with my hand and close my eyes and suckle on his penis, slowly. I feel that the only time I make love is when I make love to his penis. Until he takes me and makes love to me and I feel his penis between my thighs.
I wanted right then to feel his penis in me, to be possessed by him, I took off my dress and he sat there looking at me undress and show him my titties one more time. I feel small when I'm undressing for him, push my panties down and he can see my bush. I step forward and knelt to take off his shoes and pull his pants down. I sit back on the carpet and let him look down at me with my legs open enough for him to see my pussy, I like showing him my slit, he likes my pussy and I like that. I scoot back and lay on my back looking up at him, he stands there with his penis getting ready, his thick thighs, he is a big man, over six foot tall and 240 pounds, to my 5 foot one and 127 pounds. He's going to crush me and that's what I want.
He kneels and kisses my pussy then slips in his tongue and then pulls himself on top of me and his penis slips in, it's hot, and hard and it means business and I look up at the ceiling I've seen all these years and begin to lose my mind. I'm shocked as I'm rocked by an orgasm, maybe the tension of the funeral, I orgasm under him, he holds me down and presses harder to keep me down. After my rush subsides, he begins again, over and over and over he drives his penis in until he holds me tighter I know he is going to cum Cum in me I think, don't waste a drop, I want every drop.
I lay there, beside him, looking up at the ceiling. I remember his mother when she came in and found us. She looked down at me naked on the carpet, 'you're a woman now' she said. And she called him a fool, 'you fucked this girl now you're going to have to take care of her', and looking back at me 'don't think of getting pregnant, I'll swat your ass good if you do'. But those things are said after it's too late to do anything about it. I may have been too young, but that no longer mattered. 'I'll have to tell your mother'.
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