At this point, I was standing in front of the bathtub. I was facing the doorway, with my back towards the tub, and the heels of my feet just inches away from the edge of the tub. The toilet was on my left, and the bathroom wall was on my right. Freddy was standing directly in front of me, facing me. His much-taller-and-wider body was totally blocking the bathroom doorway from my view.
“I need you to move over here,” Freddy said, patting his left hand against the bathroom wall, across from the toilet. Of course, I immediately complied with this latest “request.” And Freddy quickly pivoted around to once again stand directly in front of me, facing me.
“Now go ahead and lean back against the wall,” Freddy suggested. “Okay, that’s good,” he said a few moments later, praising me for my prompt cooperation.
“Now I want you to spread your legs far apart,” Freddy demanded in a very even, serious voice. And just like an obedient dog faithfully responding to its master, I spread my thighs apart as far as they would go, with my pants and panties still wrapped around the middle of my thighs, and stretched taut between them.
And that’s when Freddy began sticking his fingers up deep inside of my baby-making hole. At first, it was just one finger at a time. But it didn’t take long before he had two fingers inside of me at the same time. And he moved his fingers all around inside of my vagina, as he was eagerly exploring every part of my vaginal canal that he could reach.
Luckily, I didn’t have an intact hymen at the time. So for me, there was no pain or bleeding involved. Also, from the time that I had first started masturbating with my hands, I have always loved sticking my fingers up into my own vagina. So I was very comfortable with the feeling of having fingers up inside of me. Not only that, but I just happened to have a large vagina for a girl of my petite body-size. So I was completely okay with the vaginal penetration by Freddy’s fingers that was taking place down between my legs. In fact, I was much more than just “okay” with it. I was enjoying the heck out of it!
And I felt very guilty about the fact that I was actually enjoying myself throughout this “mutual genital fondling” phase of my sexual encounter with Freddy. Being the “good Catholic girl” that I was, I knew that what Freddy and I were doing together was wrong, and “very naughty.” But, ironically, that very realization on my part, had only served to make the whole experience seem even more sexy and erotic for me at the time, just like the rush or high that a person gets from doing taboo things.
Meanwhile, as I was fondling Freddy’s dick and balls, his dick had quickly grown much bigger, and had become very firm and erect, right in my own hands. And of course, his stiff penis was now jutting out from his body, so that the tip of it was perpetually pointing directly at me.
And just like with most guys, Freddy’s dick-shaft wasn’t perfectly straight either. His dick had a noticeable bowed-upward curve to it, giving it somewhat of a banana shape, but without quite as much curve to it as a real banana would have.
Freddy’s dick looked quite intimidating, to say the least. His fully-erect penis was at least seven inches long–or maybe even a little bit longer than that–which put it somewhere towards the top of the range of what would be considered an average-size erect penis. But of course, I didn’t know that back then. Freddy’s dick sure seemed gigantic to me at the time!
I just kept on alternating between squeezing Freddy’s dick, and playing with his balls. But as I became more and more comfortable with the whole situation, I automatically found myself spending more and more time fondling Freddy’s balls, instead of squeezing his dick. I couldn’t help the fact that, even with a few mild orgasms under my belt, Freddy’s balls still excited me more than his dick did.
Freddy started deliberately thrusting two of his held-together fingers (his middle finger and his ring finger) in and out of my vagina. He did it slowly at first. But then he kept on speeding up, until he was finally shoving his two fingers in and out of my baby-making hole so fast, that the palm of his hand was slapping up against my mound, on each inward thrust.
The rhythmic, wet flesh-against-flesh slapping sound was so loud, that it literally echoed off the tiled walls of the small bathroom. And it was the most uniquely-erotic sound that I had ever heard.
Freddy didn’t know it yet, but he had managed to “hit the mother lode.” You see, when it comes to sex and masturbation, I am definitely a G-spot kind of girl. My G-spot-induced orgasms tend to be strong and very satisfying orgasms. And during these strong orgasms, I have always been a real gusher.
While Freddy continued finger-fucking the crap out of me, I struggled to maintain my balance, as my own orgasmic sensations rapidly overwhelmed me. It was a good thing that I was leaning up against the bathroom wall with my upper back, just like Freddy had “requested.”
I took my hand off of Freddy’s balls, grabbed hold of his dick, closed my eyes and braced myself for what I knew was inevitably going to happen. I knew that I was getting ready to have one of my strong, gushing G-spot orgasms. Of course, at the time, I had no idea that they were actually called “orgasms.” But that still didn’t prevent me from experiencing them in all their full-blown glory, and enjoying the hell out of “the ride.”
As I hit my brick wall of a climax, I remember that I let out an involuntary, breathy gasp of, “Oh, God!” I bit down hard on my lower lip, and whimpered through my nose. And I began squirting multiple spurts of clear, watery cum-fluid (at the time, I assumed it was urine) all over the slapping palm of Freddy’s thrusting hand, as the strong orgasmic sensations quickly overwhelmed me, and temporarily whisked me away to that special euphoric level that exists between consciousness and unconsciousness.
After that first strong G-spot orgasm subsided, I felt so embarrassed about my having just “pissed” all over Freddy’s hand. And I felt even more embarrassed about the fact that I had just orgasmed my ass off right in front of him. But there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it.
Besides, as Freddy kept on energetically finger-fucking my vagina with his two held-together fingers, it didn’t take me very long at all before I found myself on the brink of yet another strong orgasm.
And I also became aware of the pungent odor that was now wafting up into the air from down between my spread-apart legs, and quickly filling the small bathroom with that unique, pheromone-laden, “fishy aroma” that was emanating from my own sopping-wet pussy crack.
And if I could smell it, I knew that Freddy could smell it too. That thought turned me on like crazy, and took me right over the top! I bit down on my lower lip again and whimpered through my nose, just like I had done during that first strong orgasm, as I tried my best to keep from screaming out.
But when this second strong orgasm hit, I didn’t squirt. Instead, I gushed. I don’t know how it is for other girls and women, but for me, gushing always feels completely different from the way that squirting does. Gushing is always accompanied by a much more intense orgasm. I had to struggle, just to keep my balance and stay on my feet, as I felt my thick cum-juices gushing out of my orgasmically-pulsating pussy.
After that second strong G-spot orgasm finally came to an end, Freddy kept on relentlessly finger-fucking me hard and fast for I don’t know how long. All I know is that Freddy’s super-energetic finger-fucking lasted long enough for me to experience at least one or two more very strong orgasms, with their accompanying pussy-cum ejaculations. To be honest, I wasn’t really keeping track of how many strong orgasms I was having, because I was way too busy “enjoying the ride.”
And then Freddy suddenly just quit finger-fucking me, and pulled his two cum-soaked fingers completely out of my sopping-wet vagina.
That’s when I finally opened my eyes, and looked at Freddy for a moment. And when I saw him look down at his own penis, I immediately realized that, due to the fact that I was too busy orgasming my ass off, I hadn’t been actively playing with his dick, like he had wanted me to do.
Instead, I had been firmly hanging onto Freddy’s erect dick, like it was some kind of handle. And I was actually using it to help me keep my balance during my strong orgasms, while I was getting finger-fucked by Freddy.
I looked down at Freddy’s huge, blood-engorged “thing,” and I could see that the very tip of his dick was wet with a transparent fluid that was obviously leaking out of his piss-hole slit. And that didn’t alarm or shock me at all. At the time, I simply assumed that this transparent fluid was some of Freddy’s urine. So naturally, I began squeezing Freddy’s dick again.
But this time, Freddy stopped me by grabbing hold of my wrist and pulling my hand away from his dick. He placed my hand directly onto my own pussy, before he let go of my wrist, and said, “Now open it up, and show it to me.”
At that moment I realized that Freddy hadn’t actually seen what my pussy really looked like. And I knew exactly what he was wanting me to do.
So I reached down into my crotch with my other hand, and placed one hand on each side of my mound. I dug my fingers into the front of my crack, carefully inserting my fingertips in between my two, long, thin, flared-out inner pussy lips. And I pulled the crack of my pussy wide-apart, while also pulling upward on my fleshy outer labia at the same time. This automatically caused my whole clitoris to prominently jut out at the very front of my crack. And I could see my dark-red, glistening, totally-exposed, pea-size clit-head peeking out from under its long, narrow hood. While holding my hands in that position, I tilted my pelvis back to let Freddy get a good look at my wide-open pussy.
But Freddy’s response was not the one that I was expecting. It turned out that Freddy didn’t really care about trying to get a good look at my now-wide-open pussy crack.
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