“But if you really must know…yes, Freddy’s balls did turn me on a lot. Seeing them…and holding them…and feeling them. Back then, I didn’t know why they turned me on so much. They just did. And so the truth is that I spent a lot more time feeling out Freddy’s balls, than I did squeezing his dick. By the way, Freddy called them his ‘huevos.’”
“So is that why you always pay so much attention to my balls? Is it because Freddy’s ‘huevos’ turned you on so much? I mean, do you ever fantasize about Freddy’s ‘huevos,’ when you’re playing with mine?” I asked Bea point-blank, while staring into her eyes, “Hey, you can be honest with me, because I think I already know the answer to that one anyway.”
Bea kept her eyes focused on mine, as she slowly nodded her head a few times.
“That’s what I thought. So, how did it feel to you, while Freddy was humping away at your pussy?” I asked.
“Do you want me to lie to you, or tell you the truth?”
“The truth would be good right now.”
“Okay,” Bea said, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath, and then slowly exhaling, before she went on to admit to me, “It felt absolutely incredible! That’s how it felt. God, I loved having Freddy’s ‘verga’ inside my ‘panocha’! And that son of a bitch actually made me cum, when he was fucking me. But then that shouldn’t surprise you. You know how much I love to fuck.”
“Looking back on everything, how do you feel about Freddy now? I mean, you just got done calling him a ‘son of a bitch.’ Do you hate him for what he did to you that Sunday afternoon? I mean, you do realize that Freddy raped you that day in the bathroom?”
“Yes, I do know that what Freddy did to me would be considered ‘rape.’ But believe it or not, I don’t hate him for doing it. Heck, if I were in his shoes that day, I probably would have ended up fucking me, too,” Bea said. “Don’t forget that I cooperated with Freddy the whole time. And it should be obvious to you by now, that I actually did a lot more, than just ‘cooperate’ with him.
“So I really can’t blame Freddy for everything that happened. I have to take some responsibility for my part in all of it. I could have screamed for help, or tried to run away, or done other things to try to escape the situation. But I didn’t.
“Instead, thanks to my own sexual curiosity–and my own horniness–I chose to go ahead and have sex with Freddy. So the truth is, I let Freddy fuck me that day. Heck, I even held my pussy open for him, and helped him do it. And after he left, I wanted him to come back, and do it again. And I’m the one who has to live with all that.”
“Yeah. That must be a hard pill to swallow.”
“Who knows? Maybe it was just something that was destined to happen. The truth is that, without Freddy, I know I wouldn’t be the person that I am today.”
“I’m curious. After you had sex with Freddy, did you find yourself masturbating more often?”
“Definitely,” Bea answered, “But I still always did it late at night, while I was lying in bed.”
“Did you masturbate later that same night? You know, after you had sex with Freddy that afternoon?”
“Yes, I did,” Bea nervously admitted, obviously feeling embarrassed again. “I woke up and played with myself over and over again, throughout that entire night. God, I had never felt so horny in my entire life!
“And after that first night, I masturbated a lot more often than I used to. I just couldn’t help myself. I would wake up in the middle of the night, with my hand on my crotch, already diddling away.”
“Whenever you were playing with yourself late at night, did you fantasize about Freddy, and what you guys did together?”
“Do you really have to ask me that question? I mean, isn’t it obvious, from everything I’ve told you so far?”
“Sure. But I still wanna hear you say it to me out-loud, so that we can get this whole thing out in the open, where it belongs.”
“Okay. Yes, I admit it. After that Sunday afternoon, whenever I was playing with myself, I fantasized about Freddy a lot. In fact, I still fantasize about Freddy.”
“Even when you’re having sex with me, right?” I asked in a demanding tone-of-voice.
“Yes. Sometimes I do. I can’t help it. It just kind of happens. Especially when you’re finger-fucking me,” Bea replied. She paused abruptly and then asked, “Are you okay with all this?”
“Yeah, I’m just fine, babe,” I answered truthfully.
The Aftermath
I reached across and began fondling Bea’s pussy again. The crack of her pussy was sopping-wet, despite the fact that neither she nor I had laid a hand on her pussy during our entire conversation so far.
My penis had also somehow managed to stay at least partially-erect throughout our discussion about Freddy. And at this point, my dick was fully-erect and my piss-hole slit was wet with pre-cum.
“So how do you feel about everything that I’ve just told you? Come on. Be honest with me,” Bea asked, and then reached across and began playfully finger-rubbing the transparent pre-cum all over the very tip of my dick.
“To tell you the truth, the whole thing turns me on a lot. I don’t really know exactly why. But it just does,” I said.
Bea was now gently squeezing the head of my dick between her thumb and fingers, obviously trying to get some more pre-cum to ooze out, when I went on to admit to her, “There’s something very erotic about finding out now, that you weren’t really a virgin when we met. Knowing that you let an older boy have sex with you, back when you were younger, doesn’t make you less desirable to me.
“Instead, it turns me on! In fact, just the idea that another guy’s dick and his sperm made it up into your womb, long before mine ever did…well, that thought excites me like you wouldn’t believe!”
“Oh, I believe it, alright. You’re definitely turned-on right now!” Bea remarked with a big grin on her face, as she watched more transparent pre-cum slowly leaking out of my piss-hole slit; and then immediately scooped it up with her fingers, so that she could rub the watery-looking fluid between her thumb and her fingertips.
“Well, it must turn you on a lot, too. Because your pussy’s super-wet right now. In fact, if you’ll let me fuck you, I’ll prove to you just how much your story about Freddy turns me on.”
“If I’ll let you fuck me? Are you kidding me?” Bea immediately responded, girlishly giggling away in anticipation, as she quickly flipped over onto her back and spread her legs wide apart, waiting for me to mount her in a missionary position.
I knelt down between Bea’s spread-apart legs, and that’s when we both went into “automatic mode.” Bea and I had performed this missionary position “mounting ritual” together so many times before, that neither of us had to even think about it. Bea pulled her pussy crack wide-open, and held it that way with her hands. We both stared at our crotches as I grabbed hold of my shaft, and then rubbed the head of my dick up and down along the crack of Bea’s sopping-wet pussy a few times, just to lubricate the head of my dick. When I let go of my shaft, Bea removed her hands from her pussy. And I leaned over to place my chest on top of hers, with my head right beside hers, on the pillow.
And at that point, I was so mentally excited that I was already very close to orgasming. Using only my hips, I pressed the head of my dick against Bea’s pussy mound. And her awesome pussy lips automatically guided my dick down the length of her crack, directly to her vaginal entrance. I eased my dick into Bea’s warm, wet vagina–all the way up to the hilt, in one smooth thrust. And then I just left it there, without moving it around at all, as I was trying to let my orgasmic feelings subside a little bit.
With my cheek right next to hers, I whispered in Bea’s ear, “Now I want you to just lie very still, and close your eyes, and pretend that you’ve got Freddy’s dark-skinned ‘verga’ inside you right now.
“Oh, God! Are you sure you really wanna do this?” she whispered back into my ear.
“Of course I do. Don’t you? I mean, this really turns you on, doesn’t it? Pretending that I’m Freddy?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” Bea hummed back in total agreement. I could feel her cheek moving against mine, while she was obviously nodding her head.
“Well, while you’re doing that, I’m gonna lie still too, and just think about Freddy’s dick and his sperm being inside your pussy, long before mine ever was.
“Now don’t move!” I demanded, “I want you to lie as still as you can–even if you’re orgasming.
“And if you do cum, I don’t want you to scream out, and get all vocal about it, like you usually do. Instead, I want you to bite down on your lower lip, and whimper through you nose, just like you did when you were with Freddy in the bathroom.
“And now I’m gonna shut up, so that I can fertilize that nasty ‘panocha’ of yours–just like Freddy did in the bathroom that day!”
I held my dick very still, deep inside of Bea, and we didn’t say another word to each other for quite a while, as we both focused our attention entirely on our coupled-up genitals.
And while I continued to fight off my orgasmic sensations, in an all-out effort to try to make this awesome experience last as long as I possibly could, my dick eventually betrayed me, as it drastically pulsated one time, releasing a little glob of sperm in the process. I know that’s what happened, because I can always feel the sperm slowly traveling up my urethra, right before it oozes out of my piss-hole.
Bea shuddered for just a moment, audibly sucking air in through her closed and chattering teeth, acting as if she had been unceremoniously dropped into an ice bath. I assumed that this was her response to the feeling of my warm, wet sperm oozing out deep inside her, thanks to my misbehaving dick.
I immediately whispered in Bea’s ear, “Freddy just let out some sperm deep inside you. Did you feel that?”
“Oh God, yes!” she emphatically replied. Then Bea went on to whisper in my ear in a quick series of very breathy-but-intense whispers, “Go ahead, Freddy!…Piss it all out!…My ‘panocha’ is all yours!…I don’t even care if you get me pregnant!”
And “pregnant” seemed to be the “magic word” that took Bea over the top. Because right after that word came out of her mouth, she started whimpering like a little lost puppy, and I felt her vaginal muscles begin rhythmically clamping down around my shaft. And as her entire body was orgasmically writhing underneath mine–in spite of her valiant efforts to try to hold her body as still as possible–I could feel Bea’s warm wetness squirting out of her pussy, and flowing down my balls.
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