After taking a couple of deep breaths to try to calm myself down a little bit, I placed a hand on either side of my hips, stuck my thumbs down inside the elastic waistband of my panties, and very slowly pulled my panties down around the middle of my thighs. Then I slowly straightened back up and let Freddy get his first look at my hairy pussy.
And yes, I did say my “hairy pussy.” You see, even though I was a late bloomer above the waist, below the waist was a whole different story. And at this point in my life, my entire genital area was still in its natural, pristine state. What I mean by that is that my pussy had yet to be groomed by any kind of hair-cutting tools, like scissors, or a straight razor. I didn’t even shave my bikini line back then (although I did keep my armpits and my legs clean-shaven). And thanks to my Mexican-American heritage, my dark-brown patch of pubic hair was thick enough that, for all practical purposes, it just about hid my entire pussy mound from Freddy’s view. But that fact wouldn’t end up making any difference in the long run.
Freddy’s eyes were glued to the front of my hairy crotch as he unzipped his pants. Then he pulled his pants and his white jockey shorts down around the middle of his thighs, to expose his whole “package” to me.
That caught me totally by surprise. But even so, I found that I couldn’t take my eyes off of Freddy’s bare, alien-looking “thing,” which was already partially-erect by the time that I caught my first glimpse of it. At the same time, I was still feeling pretty embarrassed by Freddy’s constant pussy-staring, and I didn’t know what was going to happen next. But it was also obvious to me that something “very naughty” was definitely going to take place between this older boy and me in that bathroom, and that Freddy was just getting started.
“Quiero que juegues con mi verga,” Freddy calmly told me in Spanish. And I understood exactly what he was saying to me. Freddy had just told me that he wanted me to play with his dick.
He continued to stare at my crotch, while he slowly approached me. And I backed away from him just a little bit farther.
Then Freddy verbally threatened me in Spanglish. He said, “If you try to run away or scream, I’ll tell your parents ‘lo que hiciste’ (what you did). I’ll tell them that you asked me to come into ‘el bano contigo’ (the bathroom with you), and that you pulled your pants down ‘para mostrarme tu panocha’ (to show me your pussy), and then you begged me to pull down my pants so that you could play with my ‘verga’ (dick).”
After hearing Freddy’s threat, and letting it sink in for a moment, I felt backed into a corner in more ways than one. I quickly decided that it was in my best interest for me to go ahead and cooperate with Freddy. After all, his bare alien-looking genitals intrigued me so much, that I couldn’t stop staring at them, no matter how hard I tried. Believe it or not, it also helped to put me a little more at ease, when I saw that the whole crotch area surrounding Freddy’s circumcised dick was just about as hairy as mine was. It was about the only thing that our two genitals had in common.
And I naturally began to rationalize the whole situation. I asked myself when else would I ever get the chance to actually touch and feel a guy’s bare “thing”? That’s the term I preferred to use for “penis,” even though I knew that it was also called a “dick,” or a “wiener”–or in Freddy’s case, a “verga” (which is a Spanish slang term for “cock”). And back then, I even liked to refer to my own pussy as being my “thing.” I guess I just liked to use the word “thing” a lot.
Freddy left the bathroom door wide-open, as he moved up close to me, to stand right in front of me, face-to-face. I reached across, and I tentatively touched and felt Freddy’s dick and his balls with my fingertips for a minute or two, while he just stood there and watched me.
Then he took my hand and placed it around the shaft of his growing dick, and he showed me exactly how he wanted me to slowly and repeatedly squeeze his penis.
Once I had begun squeezing and actively feeling out his dick on my own, Freddy told me that I could go ahead and feel his “huevos” (balls) too, if I wanted. And of course I wanted to. So I did.
Now, when it comes to guys, I have always been attracted to very light-skinned, Hispanic or Anglo guys–especially to blonds and redheads. So I thought that Freddy’s dark-brown-skinned penis was pretty ugly-looking. However, that still didn’t stop the sight and feel of it from turning me on. How could I not become sexually aroused? I had never had my hands on a boy’s sexually-mature penis before.
Fortunately for me, the look and feel of Freddy’s balls turned me on much more than his dick did. I really don’t know why Freddy’s balls were turning me on so much that day. I just know that they did.
Looking back on it all now, perhaps it was because I didn’t know at the time why boys had testicles hanging down in a thin, “skin-sack thing” underneath the base of their penises. But I knew those testicles were called “balls,” because the boys at school were always making such a big deal about having them (as if having balls was something that made boys special somehow). And I knew that guys’ balls always came in pairs, and that the Mexican slang word for balls was “huevos” (literally meaning “eggs”). However, the reason for the existence of those two, elliptical-shaped testicles hanging down inside that “skin-sack thing” between a guy’s legs was a totally mystery to me back then–which only served to make them even more exciting and intriguing to me.
So despite my anxiety, it didn’t take long for me to become aroused. And I felt that all-too-familiar tingling sensation down between my legs, while I was fondling Freddy’s sexy “huevos” and massaging his “verga.” And naturally, I could feel my clitoris becoming erect, as it was faithfully responding to all of this extreme mental sexual arousal. And my initial feelings of embarrassment were magically going away.
Freddy reached his hand across towards my bare crotch. That didn’t really surprise me at this point, because I had been expecting him to do that. After all, I was already playing with his “thing.” It was only natural that he would want to play with mine too.
However, that realization on my part still didn’t stop me from instinctively wincing and pressing my thighs tightly together when Freddy’s fingers first touched that most-private area of my body. Not since I was a four-or-five-year-old child had anyone–other than myself, or my family doctor–ever laid a hand on or near my bare pussy.
Freddy immediately began to feel out the very front part of my hairy pubic area with his hand. And then he reached down between my legs and started massaging my entire pussy mound with the tips of his fingers. And that felt good to me. And so my thigh muscles started to relax, and my legs automatically spread apart a little bit. Just far enough to give Freddy easier access to my pussy.
Then Freddy inserted his fingers into the front of my slit. And he began running his fingers up and down along the front part of my crack, and also massaging the hood-covered head of my clitoris with his fingertips. And of course, that felt incredibly good to me too. So good that, within a matter of a few seconds, I was no longer feeling very scared of Freddy at all. And that was because Freddy’s persistent stimulation of my clit, and my urethra, and my inner pussy lips was just about to make me cum.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it,” I heard Freddy remark to himself under his breath, as he felt my already-moist pussy crack become noticeably wetter. Of course, my very first orgasms are always mild. But just as soon as that very first mild orgasm was over with, there was a part of me that quickly began to feel “okay” with the idea of letting Freddy feel out my pussy. In fact, the truth is that, at this point in our encounter, I found myself actually wanting Freddy to keep on playing with my pussy.
It’s amazing how much even a mild orgasm can change a girl’s whole way of thinking. Freddy’s dark-brown-skinned penis wasn’t looking quite so ugly and unattractive to me any more. In fact, it was really starting to turn me on a lot more. While I was squeezing and feeling out his dick, I especially liked the way that the loose outer skin could easily be moved up and down along the inner shaft, similar to the way that the hood of my own clitoris works. And I would be a complete liar if I told you that I wasn’t equally fascinated by the look and feel of the much-lighter-skinned, pinkish-purple head of Freddy’s penis, with that cute little slit at the very tip of it, that I already knew was the male version of a piss-hole.
When Freddy had first cornered me in the bathroom and told me to pull down my pants and my panties, I realized that he was going to force himself on me and sexually molest me in some way or another. And I initially hated him for that.
But now, with my first orgasm under my belt and a nice moist pussy between my legs, I found myself having a hard time staying angry with Freddy about his having forced me into having sex with him. I mean, how could I continue being upset with someone who had just made me cum, and feel so incredibly good?
My legs automatically spread apart a little bit more. Mind you, I didn’t intentionally spread my legs farther apart. They just kind of moved apart, all on their own, which of course gave Freddy’s hand and fingers easy access to my entire pussy mound. And Freddy took his time, while he was methodically feeling out the various parts of my pussy.
Freddy handled my pussy in a fairly rough and awkward manner, compared to the way that I would handle my own pussy, whenever I was masturbating. However, that rough and awkward handling of my pussy by Freddy, only served to turn me on even more. And I continued to experience mild-to-moderate orgasmic sensations.
It didn’t take very long at all for Freddy to get bolder and begin sticking the tip of his finger up into my fuck-hole. And he moved his finger all around just inside of my vaginal entrance, as he was eagerly exploring it.
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