Headstrong Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Headstrong Ch. 03

... guy. Get really even!"

But who could I fuck? Well, duh, the guy who'd just been so nice to me, really made me feel better when I was so devastated. Who said he loved me. But when? Now, maybe? Sure. Why not? But where? It was only 3:30 on a Saturday afternoon so parking behind our church was out...

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Ooh! That was nice! I so loved how John would take directions, and the orgasm was quite satisfactory once I told him how best to rub my clit. But then it was time for him to fuck me, to ream me with his cock - jeez, I hoped it was big enough, as I was used to Ted's monster - until I couldn't think. Or feel the horrible ache in my heart.

When I'd texted him saying I wanted him to come over and fuck me, John had been most willing. Probably set a land speed record getting here, and, when I led him up the stairs into the garage loft, I could tell he was, well, excited.

We made out for a while, kind of like we usually did behind the church, and I let him unbutton my blouse. I'd changed out of my swimsuit and showered after I'd texted, and I loved how big his eyes got when my shirt slid off my shoulders and he saw my lacy bra. He was SO clumsy, though, and I was in such a hurry, that I had to undo it myself. But his fingers and mouth on my bare tits felt great, and I didn't even have to tell him unbutton and pull off my shorts.

Why he left my panties on, I can't even guess. I'm sure he'll do better next time. Once I'd pushed his hand inside, his fingers felt good in ...

... my pussy, but, even though I'd given him suggestions before, he'd evidently forgotten. Or probably was just too excited. And when I asked him to be more gentle - he was rubbing my clit way too hard - he did it so softly I could hardly feel it.

Oh well. I finally did come, and it was great. Well, good. His hands shook when I told him to take his pants off, and, like he did with my panties, he left on his briefs. Sigh. I said, "Those, too," and took off mine while he did his.

The smell of his penis was getting to me, and I just needed to have it inside me. So I lay down on my back, spread my legs, and opened my arms. John was on me instantly, if not gracefully, panting, moaning, thrashing about. I felt his hard prick poking me everywhere, my butt, my mons, my thighs, my outer lips, everywhere except where I wanted it. Where I needed it.

I was just about to grab it and guide it in when... I don't know which I felt first, John starting to shiver and shake, or the flood of wetness on my pussy lips.

SHIT! Who knew he'd go off so soon! I quickly reached down, grabbed the shaft just below the tip, guided it to my hole, then pulled on his ass. Success! John's penis pushed inside my pussy.

Not big, but nice. Umm, definitely nice.

John was totally freaked out - he knew that I knew that he knew he shouldn't have come so soon - but I remembered how one time Ted had been able to keep fucking after he'd ejaculated, how the tightness of my vagina stimulating his cock kept it ...