“Besides, even if I would have snapped that the increased wetness down between my legs was mainly due to Freddy’s ejaculation, I still would have never put two and two together, and realized what was happening.
“Don’t forget that, back in those days, we didn’t have any sex education classes in elementary school–or in junior high, for that matter. I didn’t even know what ‘fucking’ was, even though I had heard that word being used by some of the kids at school. So I never realized that guys squirted this ‘sperm stuff’ out of their dicks, and that that was what caused girls to get pregnant. I didn’t learn about that kind of stuff until much later on, in high school.”
“When you said that Freddy was squirting sperm directly into your pussy, you really meant inside your vagina, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“So then what you just admitted to me is that Freddy was really doing a lot more than just rubbing his dick against your pussy, and then cumming in your crack. I mean, he actually had his dick up inside of your vagina, and he was fucking you, wasn’t he?”
“Yes. But he didn’t start out that way. At first, he was just rubbing his dick-head back and forth against my pussy. But after he got my wetness all over his dick-head, he moved it farther back into my crack, until I felt it penetrate me.
“And that’s when Freddy began thrusting it into me over and over again. He fucked me slowly at first. But pretty soon, he was going at a pretty good pace. Then, all of the sudden, he shoved his dick up deep inside me and began humping away like crazy.”
“Were you guys still standing up, face-to-face?”
“Yes.”
“So, what were you doing, while Freddy was humping you like that?”
“Trying to keep from falling over!” Bea replied, with a sarcastic look on her face. And we both laughed at her rude comment.
“No. Seriously,” I said, while we were both still chuckling.
“I am being serious,” Bea insisted, even though she was just barely managing to regain her composure, “I was having a hard time keeping my balance and staying on my feet.”
“Were you still holding your pussy crack pulled-open for Freddy?”
“Well, I still kept on trying to. But I really couldn’t. Because he was humping away so fast, that he was slamming his pubic bone up against mine. But that only lasted for about 30 seconds, at the most–thank God!–before Freddy made one, final, hard thrust.
“And then he just held his dick very still. I remember that he had his dick so deep inside me, that my hands were squished flat between our two pubic bones. And that’s when I felt his dick start pulsating inside me.”
“Did Freddy pull his dick out of your pussy, when it finally stopped pulsating?”
“No. He just left it deep inside me for quite a while. Then he finally pulled it out of my vagina, and started rubbing his dick-head against my pussy crack again, just like he had done, when he had first stuck his dick between my legs. He did that for a little while. And then he eventually pulled his dick completely out of my pussy.”
“When Freddy did that, did he still have a hard-on?”
“No,” Bea answered, shaking her head, “I could see that he was quickly losing his erection. Of course I had no idea why that was happening. But I could tell that his ‘thing’ was shrinking back down, and getting a lot softer and smaller.”
“So what happened after Freddy pulled his dick completely out of your pussy?”
“Not much, really. He backed away from me. Then he pulled his underwear back up, zipped up his pants, and calmly walked away, like nothing special had just happened.”
“Wow! I’ll bet you didn’t feel that way.”
“Boy, you’ve got that right! After Freddy left the bathroom, and I heard him walk out of the front door of the small house, I just stood there for a few minutes, with my pants down, and my legs still spread apart. I didn’t know if Freddy was really ‘finished with me,’ or if he was just ‘taking a break’ and was going to come back for a ‘second go-round.’
“But as soon as I was finally sure that Freddy was really gone for good, I pulled my pants and panties back up, and I ran out of the little back yard house, and straight to my bedroom.
“I threw myself down on my bed, and I cried for a long time. I was dazed and confused. I was also really scared about what Freddy and I had just done together. I didn’t know if anything bad would happen, because of it.
“I knew that what Freddy and I had just done together was ‘very naughty.’ And I was worried that my family might find out what happened, and that I would no longer be considered a ‘nice girl.’
“I was also very worried that Freddy might try to have sex with me again sometime. And worst of all, I just knew, deep down inside, that if he ever tried, I would willingly cooperate with him again. Thank God, Freddy never did come back for seconds!”
“Did you wipe off your pussy first, with some toilet paper or something, before you pulled your pants back up and ran to your bedroom?” I asked.
“No, I didn’t,” Bea slowly answered, staring at the wall, obviously deep in thought.
“I get the feeling that there’s still something that you’re not telling me. Even though you didn’t like Freddy as a person, there must have been something about Freddy that you really liked. Something that really turned you on a lot. Why else would you just stand there with your pants down, and wait for him to come back into the bathroom for a ‘second go-round’? Come on, let’s have it,” I prodded her.
“Okay, okay. But please don’t get mad at me,” Bea said, still staring at the same invisible spot on the bedroom wall, behind me.
“I promise I won’t get mad at you. Just tell me the whole truth about what really happened that day with Freddy in the bathroom.”
Bea looked straight into my eyes and said, “Freddy stuck his fingers inside me.”
“Okay. But you already told me that he played with your pussy,” I said.
“No. You don’t understand. After he told me to spread my legs far apart, and before he started rubbing his dick against my pussy, he stuck his fingers deep inside me. At first, it was just one finger at a time. But it didn’t take long, before he had two fingers inside me at the same time.”
“So did Freddy’s fingers feel good inside your vagina?”
“They didn’t just feel good. They felt great!” Bea admitted, and then took a long pause before continuing, “I was enjoying the heck out Freddy fingering me. He was moving his fingers all around inside me, and exploring every part of my vagina that he could reach. And you know how much I love my G-spot. Let’s just say that my pussy got really wet.”
“How did Freddy react to your pussy getting ‘really wet’?”
“I can’t tell you, because I wasn’t really paying any attention to how Freddy was reacting. My mind was focused on much more important things–like how great my pussy was feeling!
“But Freddy must have liked my pussy getting wet, because he started thrusting his fingers in and out. He did it slowly at first. But then he kept on speeding up, and–”
“You mean, Freddy finger-fucked you?” I interrupted, in disbelief.
“Yep,” Bea immediately replied.
“Just like I do?” I asked, knowing full well that the next answer that would be coming out of Bea’s mouth was most likely going to confirm my just-realized suspicion that the main reason why Bea loves for me to finger-fuck her so fast and hard, is because that’s exactly how Freddy finger-fucked her that day in the bathroom.
“Uh-huh,” Bea hummed back, nodding her head. “And he made me cum too. Just like you do. And I don’t mean just a little bit.”
“Are you saying that Freddy actually made you gush?” I asked, still finding it hard to believe what I was hearing with my own ears.
“Oh, yeah!”
“But I thought you told me that you were scared and confused.”
“I was. I was scared and confused–and orgasming my butt off–all at the same time. I just couldn’t help myself, you know? No guy had ever seen or touched my pussy before; let alone, fingered me like that.”
“Did you scream out, while you were cumming, like you normally do when I’m finger-fucking you?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that I did make a little bit of noise. But I really tried hard not to. Whenever I used to play with myself in my bed late at night, I used to bite down on my lower lip, and whimper through my nose, like this,” Bea said, before showing me a quick example of what she was describing. “That way, I wouldn’t wake up my older sister, or anyone else in the house, while I was busy orgasming. And that’s exactly what I did, when I was with Freddy.”
“When you orgasmed, did you squirt all over Freddy’s hand, like you do on mine?”
“Oh, yeah. Unfortunately, I couldn’t help that part. And afterwards, I felt so embarrassed. But there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.”
“Okay. So is that when Freddy moved in closer, and stuck his dick in your pussy?”
“No. He just kept on finger-fucking me, for I don’t know how long. All I know is that Freddy made me cum over and over again, just like you do, when you’re finger-fucking me.”
“So then what you’re saying is that Freddy must have spent several minutes finger-fucking you?”
“Yeah, that’s probably about right. And then all of the sudden, he quit finger-fucking me. And that’s when he moved in close to me, and stuck his dick in the front of my crack, and started slowly rubbing it back and forth against my pussy.”
“So, what else are you not telling me about this Freddy guy? Wait. Let me guess. You liked his balls, didn’t you? I mean, you went out of your way to tell me how ugly-looking Freddy’s dick was, but you never said one bad thing about his balls, the whole time. In fact, I don’t think you even mentioned Freddy’s balls at all.”
“Okay, you’re right,” Bea said, and then paused for a moment, before continuing on, “I didn’t say anything about Freddy’s balls, because I didn’t really want to. I also tried not to tell you about me getting finger-fucked by Freddy. But you can see how well that worked out. What can I say? Those particular things are just so intimate and personal to me that, even though they happened several years ago, it still makes me feel ashamed and embarrassed to tell you about them.
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