Don't read this if you don't want to read about a sexual experience of mine. A friend has sent me some stories and asked me about one of my own. This is what came out. I had to share it.
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I don't have panties on anymore. I took a shower. Now it's just some little shorts and my bare cunt. It was hard to suck him off in his car. We didn't do it there the next time. We always met at the park, just after 11:30pm when my parents went to bed. I'd sneak out the side door, leaving it open because you had to slam it shut. I'd jet across the street and behind the bushes always gettting there before him, always wearing just a tank top and little shorts similar to the kind I have on now. They made it easier for him to finger me or bend me over the park bench and give it to me hard. He'd push my shorts aside and slide the tip of his throbbing cock in just enough to feel my wetness, to get my taste on his head. He always was in charge, demanding I get on my knees and taste myself. I'd sit my ass on the cold concrete while he fucked my face. Sucking his cock like his cum was the last food on earth. Leaving a wet spot on the ground from where I soaked through my little shorts. I wanted him inside me so bad but was still scared of getting caught. He picked me up onto his cock and took me over to the tunnel. He put me down, flipped me over and told me to shut up. Any moan I made he'd just fuck me harder and tell me to shut up even more. Finally his hand on my mouth, the other around my neck, I was shaking. He knew I came. He took his cock out, flipped me over and shoved it in my throat. I gagged a little, loving every minute of it. My cum was so sweet, his cock was so hard. It felt bigger than it had before and it was. He wanted to cum. He shoved two fingers in my dripping snatch, jerked himself for a minute and then shoved his fingers in my mouth. Two of them, it hurt. He used them as a fishook. He pushed me to my back, grabbed my knees and slid me onto him. There was sand in the tunnel, it gave me a burn. He took my knees and put them over his shoulder. He pounded and thrusted and fucked me so hard; I was in extacy. He knew I was nothing more than an orgasmic heap. He stopped, demanded I sit up and lick myself off his cock. He took the back of my head and shoved himself deep into my throat. I choked, eyes watering. He didn't stop. Up and down, in and out, harder and harder and harder. He grabbed my ponytail and plugged my nose. Hot sweet cum shot down the back of my throat and I coughed. It went all over him and down my face. He took his hand and wiped my face and chest clean, shoving his load soaked fingers into my mouth. It tasted so sweet. I licked his now lifeless cock clean, squeezing the rest of his cum out. I made sure to get it all from his belly and balls too.
We made this an almost nightly occasion. We'd see eachother between one class at school. Thats how we met. Just one catch of a glance and I would drip in my class room. He would write me a note every day telling me how hard he was in class thinking of me. He gave me all the guidance I needed to LOVE sucking cock. We went our seprate ways and years later we hooked up again. I was more experienced, and finally I was in charge. No sex this time. A single blow job. A single blow job lasting less than five minutes. "Best of my life." I believe him, afterall he taught me how to suck his cock. I swallowed every drip of that load, not even a little came out of my mouth. Before we parted, I dropped my pants, stuck my fingers in my cum soaked pussy and then in his mouth.
