Instead, he reached down and grabbed the shaft of his own dick. I was staring at his “gigantic” leaky dick, as he quickly moved in very close to me, and said, “That’s good. Now just keep on holding it open like that for me.”
Then he bent his knees a little bit, and buried the head of his fully-erect penis into the front of my wide-open crack, as I watched the tip of his dick disappear down between my legs. I could hardly believe what I was witnessing with my own eyes.
Freddy guided his dick with his hand, as he deliberately rubbed the head of it back and forth along the front part of my crack, and against my clit. And it didn’t take long at all for me to realize that the large, firm, velvety head of Freddy’s dick felt wonderful inside the crack of my sopping-wet pussy. I guess that I instinctively sensed that an erect penis just felt “right” somehow. It felt like it “belonged” in the crack of my pussy.
Then Freddy inserted the freshly-lubricated head of his dick up into my vaginal entrance. And as soon as he had his whole dick-head up inside of my vagina, he froze for several seconds, and didn’t try to penetrate me any deeper than he already had.
And I felt his dick-head throb inside me, as it drastically expanded and got bigger for just a moment, and then quickly contracted back down to its previous size. That surprised me, but it also made me giggle nervously in response to the strange sensation I was experiencing down between my legs. And at this point, I was still finding it hard to believe that Freddy actually had the end of his long, stiff, swollen-up “thing” stuck up inside of the “big hole” at the rear of my “thing.”
I looked up at Freddy’s face, and he wasn’t smiling or laughing at all. Instead, he had this very serious, intense look on his face that I will never forget. I quickly stopped my giggling and looked down at our two touching genitals. And I focused my attention on making sure that I kept holding my pussy crack wide-open for Freddy’s dick.
Once he had his dick-head up inside of my vagina, Freddy finally let go of his dick-shaft and placed his hands on my hips, one on each side. And he firmly held onto my pelvis.
Then he began rocking his hips back and forth, very slowly at first, and then steadily speeding up.
Of course, I was feeling pretty anxious about the fact that Freddy was now repeatedly inserting the velvety, blood-engorged head of his firm “thing” up into the “big hole” at the very rear of my “thing.” And there was a part of me that felt like asking him, “What are you doing?”
But I didn’t dare open my mouth to question Freddy like that, and risk getting him angry at me. So I just kept that thought to myself, while I continued to cooperate completely with Freddy, as I was letting him do whatever it was that he was obviously hell-bent on doing to my “panocha” with his “verga.”
The irony here is that I didn’t even know what “fucking” was (even though I had heard that word being used by some of the kids at school). I was very naive and innocent for my age.
Back in those days, there were no school-sponsored sex education classes for me to attend. And so I was pretty much left to learn about sex on my own, from wherever I could find the information. And thanks to my strict Spanish Roman-Catholic upbringing–in conjunction with my two parents, who steadfastly refused to discuss things like “the birds and the bees” with me–I lived a very sheltered life, and therefore didn’t have much access to that kind of information.
However, I still did manage to learn a few things anyway.
For instance, I knew that a baby comes out of the woman’s body, down between her legs, through a very special hole, called a “birth canal.” And I knew that all girls have birth canals down between their legs, and that that’s what made them girls, instead of boys.
And by the time that I reached puberty, I had managed to figure out that the large orifice at the very rear of my pussy crack was actually my birth canal. But I used to call it my “big hole,” in an effort to distinguish it from my other two, much-smaller, below-the-waist “holes” (my piss-hole and my ass-hole). And I knew that I had always enjoyed sticking my fingers up inside of my “big hole” when I was masturbating, because it had always felt really good to me, whenever I did that. And I knew that my other two below-the-waist “holes” existed to perform specific bodily functions. I urinated through my piss-hole, and I defecated through my ass-hole. But the true sexual purpose and function of my third below-the-waist “hole” (my “big hole”) was a real mystery to me–and especially so, once I had begun menstruating.
As far as boys go, I had seen my little brother naked on numerous occasions. And therefore, I already knew that the “thing” down between his legs didn’t look anything like the “thing” down between my legs. And my mother had told me that the “thing” down between my little brother’s legs was called a “penis.” And I have to admit that I was literally fascinated by penises and scrotums ever since the very first time that I finally got the chance to curiously touch and play with my little brother’s small immature penis and scrotum, while I was changing his diaper without anyone else around to see how “naughty” I was being.
But other than me knowing that the hairy “thing” down between my legs was called a “pussy” (by the way, I learned that term from some of the more vulgar boys at my school), and that my pussy had bled once a month like clockwork ever since I was 11 years old (just for the record, my very first menstrual period scared the crap out of me!–and it also made me a huge fan of tampons), and that the “thing” down between Freddy’s legs was called a “dick” or a “penis,” and that a guy’s normally-flaccid penis could “grow” and become very stiff (I had seen my fair share of unplanned “tent poles” poking out at the front of boys’ swimsuit crotches at the swimming pool from time to time), I really didn’t know too much more than that about sex. And so, I honestly believed at the time, that all Freddy was doing to me that Sunday afternoon in the bathroom, was just rubbing his dick against my pussy.
There was also another reason why I thought that Freddy was just rubbing his dick against my pussy, and that was because he really was rubbing his dick against my pussy. Due to the fact that Freddy was much taller than me–as well as the fact that we were in a standing-up, face-to-face position–even though his knees were bent, and my pelvis was tilted forward, Freddy was still having a hard time getting his penis underneath my vulva. So although the head of Freddy’s dick was entering my vagina, the shaft of his dick was almost parallel to the bathroom floor. This meant that the topside of his dick-shaft was pressed snugly along the crack of my pussy, and it was firmly rubbing up against my clit, as he was thrusting away at my vagina. About the only thing that was actually helping Freddy’s dick-head to penetrate me in this standing-up position, was the banana-style, sweeping-upward curve in his long dick-shaft.
As Freddy’s thrusting gradually got faster and faster, he reach around and grabbed hold of my butt cheeks with his hands. He pulled my whole pelvis towards his, as he pressed his own hips forward towards mine.
At some point, the head of his dick finally worked its way far enough inside me that it simply moved back and forth, while remaining inside my vagina, instead of repeatedly penetrating my vaginal entrance, like it had been doing up until that point in our encounter. Freddy was now fucking me in the way that a guy would normally fuck a girl–except that we were both still standing up, face-to-face.
And that wonderful protruding ridge that surrounded the rear of Freddy’s dick-head was being rubbed back and forth directly against the G-spot area inside my vagina. And that felt nothing less than incredible to me!
Freddy squeezed my butt over and over again, while he was humping away at my no-longer-virgin vagina at a moderate pace. My hands were still in between our two pubic bones, as I tried as best as I could to keep holding my pussy crack wide-open for Freddy. But that was quickly turning into a losing battle.
Freddy all of the sudden shoved his dick even deeper into my vagina, without any warning. And naturally, that shocked and surprised me. I instantly reacted by taking in a very quick and loud gasp of air. And Freddy immediately began thrusting his piston-like dick in and out of my pussy like a madman.
I was glad that I was leaning back against the wall, because I had to struggle to keep my balance, and stay on my feet. This super-energetic humping on Freddy’s part only lasted for maybe 20 to 30 seconds or so, before Freddy made one final very strong deep thrust, which actually lifted me up onto the balls of my feet and caused me to let out a short, loud, totally-involuntary, high-pitched squeal.
Then Freddy kept his hips pressed forward, as he simply held his penis very still inside of my vagina. My hands were squeezed flat in between our two tightly-pressed-together pubic bones, and I remember the feeling of having Freddy’s coarse, thick pubic hair against the back of my hands.
And I almost-instantly became aware of a very strange sensation of pressure deep inside of my vagina. But surprisingly, it didn’t hurt at all. Instead, it felt really good to me. And I had never felt anything quite like it before, in my entire life.
Of course, looking back on it all now, I realize that this wonderful sensation of deep vaginal pressure that I was experiencing that day in bathroom was being caused by the blood-engorged head of Freddy’s long penis being pressed right up against the firm neck of my uterus (my cervix). But at the time, I had no idea why Freddy’s “thing” was making my abdomen feel so strange to me deep down inside. I just knew that it was.
I heard Freddy let out that breathy little “cum-grunt” that guys tend to make, right before they start to ejaculate. Of course, at the time, I had never heard a guy’s cum-grunt before. And so I had absolutely no idea why that single, soft, short “ahh” sound had come out of Freddy’s mouth. I mean, of course I could tell that it was a sigh of relief on Freddy’s part. But I didn’t have a clue as to what he was feeling so relieved about.
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