“I’ll bet. So Freddy stepped farther into the bathroom with you, leaving the door wide-open, and then what?”
“Then he pulled his pants and underwear down, and he exposed himself to me. That really surprised me. But I was even more shocked when Freddy told me that he wanted me to play with his dick. Actually, he called it his ‘verga.’ He told me that, if I tried to run away or scream, he would tell my parents what I had done. He said that he would tell them that I had pulled down my pants to show him my ‘panocha,’ and then asked him to let me play with his ‘verga.’”
“And so you just reached right over, and put your hands on his ‘verga,’ right?”
“I had to get over the initial shock first, of course. But yes, I did. What can I say? I had never seen a guy’s dick before. Sure, I had seen my little brother’s, when he was a baby, and I was changing his diapers. I also saw my brother naked a few times, when he was taking baths as a young child, while I was babysitting him.
“But this was totally different. Freddy wasn’t a little boy. After Freddy pulled down his pants, I couldn’t stop staring at his ‘thing.’ The truth is, I was so curious, that I would have reached over, and played with Freddy’s dick, without him ever having to threaten me at all.
“At the time, I was already masturbating at least once or twice a week. But since I was forced to share a bedroom with my older sister, I really didn’t have any privacy during the daytime hours. And so I used to wake up in the middle of the night, and play with myself, while I was lying in my bed, under the covers. And whenever I was playing with myself like that, I used to fantasize about what it would be like to actually see and touch a guy’s ‘thing.’
“And so when Freddy pulled his pants down to show me his ‘thing,’ and then told me that he wanted me to touch it and play with it, I just couldn’t help myself. After a few moments, my hands just kind of jumped across to Freddy’s crotch, all on their own. And I started touching and feeling his dick.”
“So I assume that seeing and touching Freddy’s dick got you all excited?” I asked, once again, not realizing what a stupid question that was, until after it had already left my mouth.
“Of course it did,” Bea patiently answered. “But you’ve got to understand something. Freddy was a very dark-skinned Hispanic boy. In fact, he looked more like a black guy, than a Chicano. And you know full well that, when it comes to guys, I have always been attracted to light-skinned Hispanics and Anglos, and especially to blonds and redheads. So to me, Freddy’s dark-skinned dick was pretty gross and ugly-looking.”
“Freddy’s ugly dick still got you excited though,” I remarked, half under my breath. And before Bea could say anything back, I quickly asked, “So then, what you’re saying is that it was like having sex with a black guy, right?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what it felt like to me at the time.”
“Wow! That’s pretty heavy. So what happened next between you and Freddy?”
“Well, he just stood there and watched me, while I was touching and feeling his dick for a little while. Then he took my hand, and he showed me exactly how he wanted me to squeeze his dick over and over again. He also showed me how the skin on his dick could be easily moved up and down his shaft. He let go of my hand, and I kept on squeezing and playing with his dick, just like he had showed me to do. Then, Freddy reached across and started playing with my pussy.”
“That must’ve really surprised you.”
Bea thought about it for a moment, and then said, “No, not really. It was pretty much what I expected him to do at that point. I would have been much more surprised if he didn’t reach over and play with my pussy. After all, I was already playing with his dick. And he was staring at my pussy. I could tell from the hungry look in his eyes that he definitely wanted to reach over and touch my pussy.”
“I can certainly understand him wanting to do that. And so you were okay with Freddy feeling out your pussy?”
“I sure wasn’t gonna try to stop him. And besides, after Freddy started playing with my pussy, it didn’t take very long at all for it to begin feeling really good to me.”
“Are you saying that you were enjoying yourself while Freddy was playing with your pussy?” I asked, realizing afterwards that I had just asked yet another stupid question.
“You bet I was! And that was the worst part. I didn’t want it to feel so good. But it did anyway. I didn’t even like Freddy at all. And yet there I was, having sex with him. And I’d be lying to you if I didn’t admit that I was actually enjoying the sex itself. I felt like such a little whore. But I also felt absolutely wonderful at the same time. I was so confused and overwhelmed by everything that was happening.”
“So what you’re really telling me here is that once Freddy ‘got the ball rolling,’ so-to-speak, your own sexual curiosity got the better of you, and you ended up becoming a willing participant from that point on, right?”
“Yeah. I hate to admit it, but you’re right.”
“Okay. So once Freddy started playing with your pussy, did you keep on playing with his dick?”
“Yep. That’s exactly what I did. By the way, I forgot to mention that Freddy’s dick was already halfway erect when I first saw it. But of course, Freddy’s ‘thing’ grew a lot bigger and got real stiff while I was squeezing it.”
Bea paused for a moment. Then she locked her eyes on mine, and with a totally serious look on her face she told me, “Freddy’s hard-on looked gigantic to me at the time!”
“Oh, come on. You’ve got to be exaggerating.”
“Well, I’m not,” Bea insisted. “I was just a young girl. And Freddy’s hard-on was about the same size around as yours. But it was at least an inch longer than yours. Maybe even two. Freddy’s dick was definitely on the long side. And that made it look pretty intimidating.”
“Okay. I see what you mean,” I automatically responded. Then I intentionally changed the subject by asking, “So when Freddy reached over and began playing with your pussy, what exactly did he do?”
“At first, he felt out the very front part of my crotch with his hand for a little while. And then he worked his hand farther down between my legs, and started massaging my whole mound.”
“And of course you liked that.”
“Yeah. That felt good to me. And so I naturally spread my legs apart a little bit, just to make it easier for Freddy to get to my pussy. He slipped his fingers into the front of my crack, and he began slowly running them up and down my crack, as he was feeling out all the different parts of my pussy.”
“Was he gentle with you while he was doing that?”
“No, not really. But what he was doing felt really good to me. In fact, it felt so good that, within a matter of a few seconds, I was no longer feeling very scared of Freddy at all. And I quickly began to feel ‘okay’ with the idea of Freddy having his fingers in my pussy. I mean, how else was I supposed to feel about a guy who was busy playing with my clit and my pussy lips? And of course he was also feeling out my piss-hole and stuff.”
“So what happened next?”
“Freddy told me to spread my legs far apart. And so I spread my legs as far apart as I could.”
“When you did that, you still had your pants and panties wrapped around your thighs, right?”
“Yeah, and Freddy quickly moved in very close to me. I was staring down at his dick, as he brought it closer and closer to my pussy. Then he buried the head of his dick into the front of my crack, and he began rubbing his dick against my pussy.”
“Let me get this straight. You and Freddy were both still standing up face-to-face in the bathroom, right?”
“Yeah,” Bea answered, “And then Freddy began slowly rubbing his dick back and forth against my pussy.”
“What were you doing, while he was doing that?” I asked.
“I was holding my pussy open for him, because that’s what he told me to do, right before he stuck his dick in my crack.”
“Were you using both hands to do that?”
“Yes, of course I was. I had one hand on each side of my pussy, and I was holding my crack wide-open, just like I do for you, when you’re rubbing your dick against my pussy.”
“Well, did Freddy’s dick end up feeling good to your pussy?” I blurted out, and then almost immediately felt like the village idiot. It seemed to me as if I were inadvertently trying to win the award for asking the most stupid questions in one conversation.
“Are you kidding me? It felt wonderful! And incredibly sexy. I guess a part of me sensed that my pussy was meant to have a guy’s dick in it. The other parts of me were just scared and confused by what Freddy was doing.”
“Did Freddy work his dick farther and farther back into your crack, while he was rubbing it against your pussy?”
“Oh, come on! I can’t even believe you’re asking me that,” Bea answered, rolling her eyes upward and shaking her head from side-to-side. “I mean, you’re a guy. What would you have done, if you were Freddy?”
I knew that Bea didn’t really want me to answer that question. So I simply continued asking my own questions. Even if they sounded stupid, once they came out of my mouth.
“You told me that Freddy came in your pussy,” I said, “So you must have felt Freddy’s dick start pulsating down between your legs at some point, right?”
“Oh yeah! Freddy’s dick began pulsating alright. I could feel it down between my legs. And I could tell that his dick was doing something to my pussy. But I could only guess what that ‘something’ was. All I knew was that, whatever Freddy’s ‘thing’ was doing, it felt incredibly erotic and sexy to me.”
“Didn’t you feel your pussy getting really wet, when his dick was pulsating like that?”
“Yes, of course I did. But by the time that Freddy’s dick started doing that, my pussy was already wet. You know how wet I can get when I’m turned-on.”
“So what you’re telling me is that you did feel the increased wetness down between your legs, but that you simply assumed that it was due to your own wetness?”
“Not completely. You see, at the time, I thought that what Freddy was doing with his throbbing dick, was pissing in my pussy. And I could tell that he was ‘peeing’ in little spurts. Of course, I didn’t know what ‘sperm’ was, at the time. But I knew that guys pissed out of the little slit at the tip of their dicks. I had seen my little brother do that many times, while I was changing his diapers. And so I never realized that Freddy’s throbbing dick was squirting sperm inside my pussy.
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