And I knew that I was quickly losing the battle to hold back my impending orgasm. And within a few more split seconds, I realized that I had already lost that battle–and had reached what I like to call “the point of no return”–when I felt my butt and my leg muscles automatically tighten up, and stay in a contracted position.
And then I began orgasming, with my pulsating penis still buried up to the hilt, as it was busy squirting my whole wad of sperm all over the rear pocket of Bea’s vagina, without me ever having to make a single in-and-out thrust with my dick.
Several minutes later, when we both finally came back to our senses, I looked deep into Bea’s large, beautiful hazel eyes, while we were still coupled-up. And just as my dick finally softened up enough to fall out of her vagina on its own, I said, “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Neither can I,” she said, “But it was absolutely wonderful! You can be my ‘Freddy’ any time you want to.”
“Do you really mean that?” I asked.
“You bet I do,” Bea immediately replied with a big smile on her face, “I love you, babe!”
“I love you too!”
Then Bea and I hugged and kissed for quite a long while, before falling asleep in each other’s arms. And we didn’t say another word about Freddy, after we woke up in the early evening, and went about our normal business for the rest of that day.
The very next afternoon, I surprised and shocked Bea when I intentionally used my body to block the bathroom doorway, as she was trying to leave the bathroom, after she had finished taking a piss.
I immediately ordered her to pull down her pants, and I stepped into the bathroom with her.
And Bea almost-instantly realized what I was trying to get her to do. Because she backed up a little bit, and played right along with me, as she unbuttoned her pants, and unzipped her fly, and then pulled her pants down around her thighs, intentionally leaving her cotton briefs in place. In an ironic twist-of-fate, Bea just happened to be wearing plain white panties that day–just like she had worn during her actual sexual encounter with Freddy.
“Pull down your panties, too!” I barked out as forcefully as I could, while moving in even closer to Bea.
Bea pulled her panties down around her thighs, and my eyes were glued to the front of Bea’s hairy crotch, as I casually unzipped my pants. Then I pulled my pants and my jockey shorts down around the middle of my thighs to expose my whole “package” to her, just like Freddy did.
Bea and I went on to re-enact, in our own bathroom, her entire adolescent sexual encounter with Freddy, step-by-step. And while I was playing the role of “Freddy”–a Scotch-Irish version of “Freddy,” that is–Bea coached me and corrected me, whenever I was doing something different from the way that she remembers it happening between her and Freddy.
And before everything was said and done, I ended up fucking Bea in close to the same way that Freddy fucked her young, virgin pussy that day.
This re-enactment ended up being a real turn-on for both of us. And I got to learn a lot more about what really took place between Bea and Freddy.
All I can say, is that there were many things that Bea had neglected to mention in her confession to me the day before. For example, she didn’t mention the fact that Freddy was feeling out her butt throughout most of the time that he was fucking her.
But most importantly, Bea finally got the chance to mentally process–and begin to come to grips with–much of the sexual stuff that she didn’t really understand, back when she was losing her virginity in that small bathroom on that Sunday afternoon.
Over the course of the next few weeks, the subject of “Freddy” kept automatically popping up at some point during our lovemaking, usually during our foreplay. And that was just fine with me. I realized that Bea felt like she needed to explain to me every little detail about what had happened between her and Freddy in the bathroom that day, just so that she could get the whole thing off her chest. And besides, our talking about Freddy during our own sexual encounters always had the effect of getting us both exceptionally turned-on, which only served to drastically improve our own lovemaking.
This intense-but-short-lived “Freddy phase” of our sexual relationship turned out to be a wonderfully exciting experience for both of us–and one that Bea and I will always cherish.
I feel very grateful and honored that Bea chose to share her most intimate and shocking “dirty little secret” with me.
It was Bea’s open-minded attitude, her willingness to accept and embrace change, and her unconditional love for me that made it possible for me to later share more of my own intimate and shocking “dirty little secrets” with her.
And I was pleasantly surprised when I eventually found out that Bea also had a few more “dirty little secrets” of her own to share with me. And just in case you were wondering, none of them had anything to do with Freddy.
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