Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away - Sex Stories

Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away

... immediately began to feel out the very front part of my hairy pubic area with his hand. And then he reached down between my legs and started massaging my entire pussy mound with the tips of his fingers. And that felt good to me. And so my thigh muscles started to relax, and my legs automatically spread apart a little bit. Just far enough to give Freddy easier access to my pussy. Then Freddy inserted his fingers into the front of my slit. And he began running his fingers up and down along my crack, and also rubbing my clit. And of course, that felt incredibly good to me too. So good that, within a matter of a few seconds, I was no longer feeling very scared of Freddy at all. And that was because Freddy's persistent stimulation of my clitoris and my inner pussy lips was just about to make me cum. "Oh, yeah. That's it," I heard Freddy remark to himself under his breath, as he felt my already-moist pussy crack become noticeably wetter. Of course, my very first orgasms are always mild. But just as soon as that very first mild orgasm was over with, there was a part of me that quickly began to feel "okay" with the idea of letting Freddy feel out my pussy. In fact, the truth is that, at this point in our encounter, I found myself actually wanting Freddy to keep on playing with my pussy. It's amazing how much even a mild orgasm can change a girl's whole way of thinking. Freddy's dark-brown-skinned penis wasn't looking quite so ugly and unattractive to me any more. In fact, it was ...

... really starting to turn me on a lot more. I especially liked the way that the loose outer skin could easily be moved up and down along the inner shaft, while I was squeezing and feeling out his dick. And I would be a complete liar if I told you that I wasn't equally fascinated by the look and feel of the much-lighter-skinned, pinkish-purple head of Freddy's penis. Because I was. When Freddy had first cornered me in the bathroom and told me to pull down my pants and my panties, I realized that he was going to force himself on me and sexually molest me in some way or another. And I initially hated him for that. But now, with my first orgasm under my belt and a nice moist pussy between my legs, I found myself having a hard time staying angry with Freddy about his having forced me into having sex with him. I mean, how could I continue being upset with someone who had just made me cum, and feel so incredibly good? My legs automatically spread apart a little bit more. Mind you, I didn't intentionally spread my legs farther apart. They just kind of moved apart, all on their own, which of course gave Freddy's hand and fingers easy access to my entire pussy mound. And Freddy took his time, while he was methodically feeling out the various parts of my pussy. Freddy handled my pussy in a fairly rough and awkward manner, compared to the way that I would handle my own pussy, whenever I was masturbating. However, that rough and awkward handling of my pussy by Freddy, only served to turn me on ...