Then all of the sudden, I felt Freddy’s dick begin to pulsate down between my legs. I had previously felt Freddy’s dick throb a few times–in my own hand, and against my pussy–but this particular throbbing of Freddy’s penis was totally different from what I had experienced so far during our sexual encounter.
As Freddy’s “thing” was rhythmically pulsating inside my lower abdomen, and repeatedly throbbing against the walls of my vagina and along my crack at the same time, I could tell that his dick was doing something unusual and unique. It seemed like his penis had taken on a life of its own. And Freddy’s pulsating dick felt absolutely wonderful to me!
Inside my already-sopping-wet pussy, I could immediately feel the warmth and the drastically-increased wetness that was being caused by Freddy’s sperm ejaculation.
But I simply assumed that what Freddy was doing with his orgasmically-pulsating dick was urinating inside my vagina. And I could tell that he was squirting his “urine” out in small spurts, just like I had done earlier, when I was squirting all over the palm of Freddy’s finger-fucking hand.
Keep in mind that I didn’t know what “sperm” was, at the time. So of course, I didn’t realize that Freddy’s dick was in the process of coating my totally-unprotected, previously-virgin birth canal with his whole wad of semen.
Then it caught me totally off-guard–and, at the same time, pleasantly surprised me–when I began to spontaneously orgasm right along with Freddy, while he was still “peeing” inside my vagina with his out-of-control dick.
Mind you, this orgasm wasn’t a strong, earth-shaking, mind-blowing gusher type of orgasm, like the ones that I had just experienced while Freddy was finger-fucking the crap out of me. Instead, even though my spontaneous orgasm was only moderately strong, it was nevertheless an unusually-satisfying orgasm.
And although Freddy and I were both orgasming at the same time, the only orgasmic vocalizations (“oohs” and “ahhs”) were coming out of my mouth, and not his. After Freddy had let out his initial soft cum-grunt, he was very stoic and quiet throughout his entire sperm-release. So in other words, Freddy didn’t outwardly behave as if he were even experiencing an orgasm–other than the fact that he was breathing a little bit heavier, and kneading my butt-cheeks with his hands, just like a cat does on a scratching post.
After Freddy’s dick had finally stopped pulsating, we continued to stay coupled-up like that–with Freddy’s long, stiff “thing” deep inside of my “big hole”–for what felt to me like several minutes. However, looking back on it all, my best guess is that the actual duration of this part of our sexual encounter was quite a bit shorter than that, probably somewhere between 45 to 60 seconds. Maybe it just seemed a lot longer to me back then, because my hands were still squished flat between our two pressed-together pubic bones throughout this whole time.
Meanwhile, Freddy kept kneading away at my butt-cheeks with his hands. I could also feel his fingers dart in and out of my “butt-cleavage,” as he was copping quick feels of my ass-hole sphincter with his fingertips, while he was busy kneading my butt-cheeks.
And I was so mentally and emotionally preoccupied with reveling in my own unusually-long-lasting orgasmic afterglow, that I didn’t even care what Freddy was doing to my ass with his hands and fingers. So basically, I was okay with letting Freddy feel out my butt-cheeks and my ass-hole for a long as he wanted to.
Then Freddy finally let go of my butt-cheeks and rested his hands back on the sides of my hips, and he slowly backed away from me just a little bit. This finally freed up my squished hands. And I immediately lifted my hands up out of my crotch area, and moved my fingers all around for a few seconds, just to get the blood flowing back into them.
Then, without even thinking about it, I automatically reached back down into my crotch, and pulled open my pussy crack again for Freddy, so that he could continue rubbing his “thing” against mine.
And that’s exactly what he did.
He grabbed hold of his dick with his hand, and began rubbing his dick-head back and forth along my crack, just like he had done when he had first stuck his dick in my crack. He was repeatedly squeezing his dick, and moving the skin up and down the shaft of it, while he was rubbing the head of it against my pussy.
Of course I now realize that, by doing this, Freddy was “milking out” any remaining semen that was still inside of his urethra directly into the sopping-wet crack of my freshly-fertilized pussy.
We must have stayed in that position for at least another couple of minutes. Freddy didn’t say a word to me the entire time, as he just kept “milking” his dick. And of course, I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick. And I noticed that Freddy’s penis seemed to be getting softer and shrinking in his hand, while he was “milking it.”
Freddy abruptly stepped back away from me, and removed the head of his dick from my pussy altogether. He then took another small step back.
At that point, he was still standing about a foot away from me, facing me, with the back of his legs just in front of the toilet bowl. I couldn’t help but keep staring at his dick and his sexy-looking balls.
And I saw that his penis was no longer erect. It was soft and pliable and hanging downward. It had shrunk all the way back down to about half the size that it was when Freddy had first exposed himself to me.
Freddy’s penis was also soaked with our combined sexual juices. And so was the stretched-out crotch material of my panties, which had managed to catch most of the “sexual drippings” from my pussy.
Freddy reached down, and he pulled his pants and underwear back up. He zipped up his pants, turned towards the bathroom doorway, and sauntered away as if nothing special had just happened.
I heard Freddy’s footsteps as he walked out the front door of the small house, and then closed the door behind him.
I just stood there for quite a while, still leaning back against the wall, with my pants down and my legs still spread apart, and with my hands still holding my pussy crack wide-open. My whole body was shaky and my legs were trembling, as I was trying–but miserably failing–to make some sense out of what had just taken place.
Looking back on everything, I’m sure that–on a deep-down, purely-instinctive level–my body sensed that Freddy had just finished mating with me, even though I didn’t consciously know what “mating” was, at the time.
Of course, I also didn’t know if Freddy was actually “done with me” yet, or if he was just “taking a break.”
But after waiting long enough, so that I was sure that Freddy wasn’t going to be coming back for a “second go-round,” I eventually managed to regain my composure enough to take my hands off my pussy, and pull my pants and panties back up.
Then I ran out of the little backyard guest house and headed straight to my bedroom.
I threw myself down on my bed, and I cried for a long time. I was dazed and confused. I was also scared about the ramifications of what Freddy and I had just done together. I knew that what we had just done together was “very naughty.” And I was worried that my family might find out what happened, and that I would no longer be considered a “nice girl.” I just lay on my bed and cried my heart out for quite a long while.
Believe it or not, I wasn’t really that upset about Freddy’s having threatened me into having sex with him. But I was extremely upset–I felt very guilty and ashamed–about the fact that I had thoroughly enjoyed the sex itself (especially the “getting my pussy finger-fucked” part). I knew that I had acted like a little whore. And that was a lot to handle for a young lady.
As I was lying in my bed and crying my heart out, I was also very worried that Freddy might try to have sex with me again. After all, he lived in the little guest house, right behind my house. And I realized that if he tried to have sex with me again, I knew that I would definitely cooperate with him, just like I had done that very first time.
In fact, looking back on everything, I now realize that–deep down inside–I was actually wanting Freddy to come back and have sex with me again. You could say that I had taken a bite of the “forbidden fruit” (which in this case, was Freddy’s awesome-feeling penis being up inside of my vagina), and there was no turning back now. I would never again be the innocent young girl that I had been, before Freddy “took me” and “had his way with me” in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon.
Freddy never did come back for seconds though, despite the fact that he was around me on a daily basis for several months after our sexual encounter took place. Naturally, I tried my best to avoid him as much as possible. And as you can imagine, I felt very relieved when Freddy and his mother finally moved out into their own apartment. But the fact that Freddy never did come back for seconds didn’t stop him from playing an integral part in my sexual fantasies–and in my life–for many years to come.
And, just in case you were wondering, it wasn’t until after I had finished crying on my bed that Sunday afternoon that I finally took off my wet, gooey panties–which turned out to be a fairly-painful and unpleasant experience, since the crotch-panel of those panties was literally sperm-glued to various parts of my hairy pussy. Once I finally managed to slowly peel those panties off my pussy mound, I rinsed them out under the bathroom faucet, and threw them into the laundry hamper. Then I jumped into the shower to quickly wash off my equally-wet and sticky pussy with soap and water, before I dried myself off and got dressed again.
Of course, I was totally unaware of the fact that there were still millions and millions of Freddy’s sperm cells actively “swimming around” inside my vagina, trying their best to work their way up through my uterus, and into my Fallopian tubes.
I went to bed that night, intending to get some much-needed sleep, after such a stressful-but-exciting afternoon. But that didn’t happen.
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