However, Bea was so naive about “the bird and the bees” at the time that she thought that what Freddy was doing with his pulsating penis was urinating inside her vagina, and that he was simply doing it in small rhythmic spurts, instead of peeing in one long steady stream. But Freddy’s out-of-control, throbbing penis sure felt wonderful and sexy to Bea. In fact, it felt wonderful and sexy enough to cause her to spontaneously orgasm, right along with him, and release her own rhythmic gushes of female cum. And that was because, on a deep-down, purely-instinctive level, Bea sensed that she was letting Freddy mate with her.
And although Freddy and Bea were both orgasming at the same time, the only orgasmic vocalizations (“oohs” and “ahhs”) were coming out of her mouth, and not his. After Freddy had let out his initial soft cum-grunt, he was very stoic and quiet throughout his entire sperm-release. So in other words, Freddy didn’t outwardly behave as if he were even experiencing an orgasm–other than the fact that he was breathing a little bit heavier, and kneading Bea’s butt-cheeks with his hands, just like a cat does on a scratching post. But inwardly was a totally different story. Freddy was orgasming his ass off so much that he felt like he literally might pass out any moment. And he wasn’t even conscious of the fact that he was kneading Bea’s butt-cheeks. Instead, his hands were on auto-pilot, doing their own thing.
As Freddy began coming down from his orgasmic peak, he instantly became aware that the muscles surrounding Bea’s vaginal entrance were rhythmically and repeatedly squeezing his dick-shaft. Freddy couldn’t believe what was taking place between their two coupled-up genitals. And he thought to himself, Wow! So that’s what it feels like when a girl cums while you’re fucking her.
After Freddy’s dick had finally stopped pulsating, Freddy and Bea continued to stay coupled-up like that–with his long, stiff “thing” deep inside of her “big hole”–for somewhere between 45 to 60 seconds. Bea’s hands were still squished flat between their two pressed-together pubic bones throughout this whole time.
Meanwhile, Freddy kept kneading away at Bea’s butt-cheeks with his hands–but by this point, his hands were no longer on auto-pilot. Bea could also feel Freddy’s fingers dart in and out of her “butt-cleavage,” as he was copping quick feels of her ass-hole sphincter with his fingertips, while he was busy kneading her butt-cheeks. And Freddy quickly realized that Bea seemed to be okay with letting him feel out her butt-cheeks and her ass-hole for a long as he wanted to.
Then Freddy finally let go of Bea’s butt-cheeks and rested his hands back on the sides of her hips, and he slowly backed away from her just a little bit. This finally freed up her squished hands. And Bea immediately lifted her hands up out of my crotch area, and moved her fingers all around for a few seconds, just to get the blood flowing back into them.
Then, without even thinking about it, Bea automatically reached back down into her crotch, and pulled open her pussy crack again for Freddy, so that he could continue rubbing his “thing” against hers. And that’s exactly what he did.
Freddy grabbed hold of his dick with his hand, and began rubbing his dick-head back and forth along Bea’s crack, just like he had done when he had first stuck his dick in her crack. He was repeatedly squeezing his dick, and moving the skin up and down the shaft of it, while he was rubbing the head of it against Bea’s pussy. Of course, by doing this, Freddy was intentionally “milking out” any remaining semen that was still inside of his urethra directly into the sopping-wet crack of Bea’s freshly-fertilized pussy.
The two of them stayed in that position for at least another couple of minutes. Freddy didn’t say a word to Bea the entire time, as he just kept “milking” his dick. And of course, Bea couldn’t take her eyes off Freddy’s dick. And naturally, Freddy’s penis was getting softer and shrinking in his hand, while he was “milking it.”
Freddy abruptly stepped back away from Bea, and removed the head of his dick from her pussy altogether. He then took another small step back. At that point, he was still standing about a foot away from Bea, facing her, with the back of his legs just in front of the toilet bowl. Bea couldn’t help but keep staring at Freddy’s dick and his sexy-looking balls.
At this point, Freddy’s penis was no longer erect. It was soft and pliable and hanging downward. It had shrunk all the way back down to about half the size that it was when Freddy had first exposed himself to Bea. His penis was also soaked with their combined sexual juices. And so was the stretched-out crotch material of Bea’s panties, which had managed to catch most of the “sexual drippings” from her pussy.
Freddy reached down, and he pulled his pants and underwear back up. He zipped up his pants, turned towards the bathroom doorway, and sauntered away as if nothing special had just happened. Then he walked out the front door of the small house, and closed the door behind him, leaving Bea still leaning back against the bathroom wall, with her pants down and her legs still spread apart, and with her hands still holding her pussy crack wide-open.
Freddy was on Cloud Nine. He had just finished fucking his very first pussy. And that was something that he would have never dreamed could happen when he first cornered Bea in that small bathroom for the purpose of having a mutual masturbation sexual encounter with her. But Bea had ended up being a much more cooperative and willing sex partner for him than he ever could have hoped for. And thanks to Bea’s active and enthusiastic cooperation with Freddy–as well as to both of their extreme levels of horniness at the time–Bea now had a wad of Freddy’s sperm coating the neck of her possibly-fertile womb.
And much later that evening, while Freddy was lying in his bed, getting ready to go to sleep, that very last thought really started to bother him. What if the odds were against him, and he had just gotten Bea pregnant that afternoon in the bathroom during his very first intercourse with her? What would happen then? Would Bea tell her parents about what had happened? Of course she would. And she would do it despite all the verbal threats he had made to her in the bathroom at the beginning of their sexual encounter. And Freddy knew that. But he also knew that there was absolutely nothing he could do about that now, except to wait it out and hope that he hadn’t gotten Bea pregnant.
And while he was lying in his bed, stroking his rapidly-stiffening penis, Freddy found himself naturally fantasizing about his encounter with Bea in the bathroom, and about how her wonderful pussy had felt to his dick, and about how he really wanted to fuck Bea again. And he was positive that, if he chose to do that, Bea would definitely allow him to continue having sex with her in the future. It was obvious from the way that she had behaved throughout that first sexual encounter–that is, once Freddy had initially gotten the ball rolling.
However, Freddy was also very much aware that if he were to go back and fuck Bea a second time, he would be pressing his luck on the “pregnancy thing.” In other words, the more times that Freddy had unprotected sexual intercourse with Bea, the more chance there was that she would end up getting pregnant, as a result. And since he really liked Bea, he didn’t want to continue to risk ruining her life–and his–like that.
So Freddy made his mind up right then and there that, instead of fucking Bea again, he would just have to go out and find some other young girl to force his intentions on, and hopefully fuck. Freddy also knew that he didn’t have to look far. And that was because Bea just happened to have two sisters living at home (an older one and a younger one), right there on the same property where Freddy and his mother lived. And so, while Freddy was contemplating that idea–and actively jacking himself off–he began making plans for his next “conquest.”
Ironically, at the same time that Freddy was lying in his bed late at night and jacking himself off, Bea was lying in her own bed, and she was quietly and secretly masturbating her freshly-fertilized pussy under the covers, as she was mentally reliving her surprise sexual encounter with Freddy in the bathroom that had taken place earlier that same day.
Mind you, Bea wasn’t a big fan of quiet, subdued masturbation. But she was really left with no other choice at the time, because she was still feeling super-horny, and she didn’t want to risk getting caught by her older sister, who shared the same bedroom–and the same bunk bed–with her.
And Bea was happy about the lower bunk bed being hers, instead of the upper one. The lower bunk was much more sturdy, and didn’t move around–or squeak–nearly as much as the upper bunk did. And Bea, who had always preferred to masturbate while lying on her back, could easily keep a watchful eye on her sleeping sister in the bunk above–even in a darkened bedroom. And so Bea knew that she could safely masturbate in secret, just as long as she always did it under the covers, and consciously suppressed her normally-loud orgasmic vocalizations, by biting down on her lower lip to turn them into soft whimpers and nasal hums.
By the way, that coveted lower bunk bed used to belong to Bea’s older sister. However, that all changed one day, just a few months before Bea reached puberty, when Bea’s mother made the horrific discovery that Bea had begun wetting the bed on a nightly basis. And in direct response to that, Bea’s mother had ordered the two sisters to swap beds with one another, just so that it would be easier for her to deal with Bea’s urine-soaked sheets and bedding in the mornings.
Since Bea couldn’t really do anything to change her unconscious nightly bed-wetting behavior–other than to grow out of it over time, which she eventually did–she was ultimately forced to accept her embarrassing bed-wetting as being something that she would just have to learn to live with as best as she could.
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