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Secrets in the Dark (Fm, intr)
By Youngzilla (blackzilla99@hotmail.com)
For the Zilla Family Of Authors
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When I was 15 years old my cock was hard all the time.
No matter how much I jerked off it never seemed to get
tired. I guess it was pretty normal for a kid my age, but
I was obsessed with pussy. I thought about it all day.
But it wasn't girls of my age that I lusted after; I
wanted older women. And not just older women either; the
ones that got my dick really stiff were older white
women. I spent night after night thinking about my
schoolteachers.
The girls at the school just didn't cut it for me. They
seemed boring and immature, always playing head games. I
did try my luck with some of the girls in my age group,
but they'd never let me fuck them. Sure, they'd let me
suck on their tits or maybe give me a hand job. If I was
really lucky I might get one to suck my cock, but then
she wouldn't let me come in her mouth.
It was bullshit like that that bugged me. An older woman
wouldn't play such games - at least, I hoped she
wouldn't. I was tired of going out on dates and coming
home to my hand. Pussy was what I needed. I didn't mind
where it came from; at 15 years of age I was tired of
jerking off.
I guess my preference for older white women started on
the golf course. I used to caddy for them at a country
club in Westchester. A new caddie was called a rabbit,
which basically meant a rookie. It also meant you didn't
have enough golf experience to caddie for the men, so the
caddie master would assign you to the women golfers. It
was perfect for a horny young black kid like me. I got to
spend four and half hours with four older white women. I
loved it. Most of the women were rich, and probably in
their early 30's to early 50's, and some of them were
sexy too.
I used to love watching them bend down to pick up their
golf balls and stuff. The funny thing was that most of
them didn't even like the game, and played it just 'cause
their husbands did. I was always a perfect gentleman when
I was out with the ladies. It wasn't just that I wanted
bigger tips; I wanted them to like me and to ask for me
to caddy for them.
They all thought I was kind of cute, and I found myself
adjusting the position of my cock for the entire 18
holes. I couldn't wait to get home and jerk off. I'd be
standing on the green, holding the flag, and fucking
these women in my mind. I'd fantasize that one of them
would take me into the woods and suck my black dick. I'd
imagine all four ladies standing on the tee in line for
me to fuck them. They were rich, these ladies, with
everything money could buy, but I thought I saw
loneliness in their eyes.
My mother and I lived alone, my parents having divorced
when I was about ten years old. We had a small 2-bedroom
apartment in White Plains - not the biggest place in the
world, but enough for the two of us. My mother never went
out except to go to work, and she came home every day. It
wasn't till I turned 16 that I was allowed to be home by
myself. About once a month on a Friday night she would
say she was going out, and then she'd return home around
1 am. I was happy to see her go out. She was only 38
years old, and I thought she needed some fun. Plus, it
left me home alone. The minute she walked out the door
I'd grab one of my porno tapes, drop it in the VCR and
spend the evening jerking off.
Her once-a-month nights out soon became once-a-fortnight.
One day she said she'd be going out with her white
friend, Abigail, from work. I remembered Abigail from a
company picnic, about 4 years earlier, when she'd sat
with my mother and me the whole time, but I couldn't
recall what she looked like. I remembered hearing about
her long commute from New Jersey. When I asked about
Abigail's husband my mother said that she'd divorced her
husband last year, and now lived with her two kids.
I was home when my mother and Abigail arrived from work
Friday night, and came out of my room to say hi. "Will,
this is Abigail. Do you remember her from the picnic?" I
was speechless. She was beautiful, like one of those
ladies at the country club I had a crush on. She was
wearing a low-cut blouse that hinted at huge breasts
underneath, and a short skirt that flared out at the
hips. She didn't have to turn around for me to know she
was packing a fat juicy ass.
"Oh my God. Look how he's grown!" she said, walking over
and giving me a big kiss on the cheek.
I said hello and stuff. I could feel my cock staring to
stir; it had been a while since we'd had a guest in our
apartment, and this hot ass white older woman was
awesome. She smiled at my mother and said: "I bet all the
girls are after him. he's so handsome." I blushed,
embarrassed by the compliment. If she only knew that in
my mind I was undressing her.... that I had her bent over
and was fucking the shit out of her... she wouldn't think
I was so fucking cute!
They went into my mom's bedroom to get changed, while I
went back in my room, locked the door and jerked off. I
thought about Abigail changing her clothes, and visions
of her in bra and panties ripped through my balls, making
me let loose a thick blast of cum into a toilet tissue. I
couldn't believe how quickly I came. I went to the
kitchen and got myself a drink. When the women joined me
they both look great; even mom had a little extra pop in
her step. My attention, though, was on Abigail. She
looked fantastic. She had changed into a one-piece dress
that really showed off her voluptuous figure. I said,
"Wow! You guys look really good." Abigail seemed a little
taken back. I guess she didn't expect that from someone
as young as me.
But she smiled and said, "D'you really think so, Will?
It's been years since I went out."
I grew bold and said, "Turn around and let me see."
She spun around slowly, giving me my first opportunity to
look at that bountiful ass.
"WOW!" I exclaimed, and both of them giggled like
schoolgirls.
Abigail said, "You like what you see, then?"
I said: "Hell, yeah! If I was 20 years older I'd ask you
out."
"You're a sweet boy, Will. Thanks for the compliment."
"You're welcome. And, by the way, you look great too,
mom."
My mother usually got back about 1 am from her nights
out. It was a stretch for her, as she normally found it
hard to stay up late. Most nights she was in bed by 9:30,
and out like a light by 9:45. At 1:15 am I started
worrying, wondering where in hell she was. About 5
minutes later I heard the door burst open, and when I
came out of my room I found my mother and Abigail in the
doorway, drunk off their asses, laughing and giggling.
I'd never seen my mother in such a state before, though
Abigail seemed the drunker of the two from the way my
mother was holding her up. "I guess you ladies had a good
time." I said, smirking.
Still laughing, they were having some difficulty getting
through the door together. Mom said, "I'm sorry Will, I
guess we had a little too much fun. But why are you still
up?"
I said, "You're usually back before 1, and when you
weren't I got worried. That was a lie. I'd actually been
surfing the web, looking for porn.
Abigail said, "See? I told you he was a good boy. How
cute he looks standing there, worrying about his mom."
Though her speech was slurred, to me she seemed even
sexier drunk than when sober. My mother said that Abigail
had had 'way too much to drink, and would be staying the
night.
I said, "That's a good idea. I'll get some blankets and a
sheet, and make up the couch. Again Abigail told my mom
what a sweet boy I was. She didn't recognize the pervert
inside. My mother looked exhausted. I knew she couldn't
wait to get to her bed.
I made up the couch like a good little boy. Abigail and
my mother came in a few minutes later. I went to make a
sandwich in the kitchen, just a few feet from the living
room, and heard them talking; people speak louder than
usual when they're drunk.
I heard Abigail say, "My husband used to get me drunk and
wait till I fell asleep. Then he'd fuck me in my sleep. I
never used to feel a thing." I almost choked on my
sandwich when I heard that. How could a woman get fucked
in her sleep and not know about it. Then I heard her say,
"What a selfish prick he was. I'm glad I divorced his
ass." I heard them laughing again.
My mom said she was beat and was going to bed. I came out
of the kitchen and turned on the TV, handing the remote
to Abigail, who was sitting on the couch in one of my
mother's long T-shirts. The first thing I noticed was her
creamy white thighs. They looked so soft and fleshy. Her
hair was all over the place and she looked kind of funny.
I said, "Here's the remote if you want to watch TV."
She looked up at me with drunken eyes and said, "I won't
be needing that. I'll be out like a light in 5 minutes."
"Well, keep it just in case. Good night."
When I got back to my room my 8-inch tool was at full
stretch, and I lay down on my bed thinking about what
Abigail had said to my mother. Two minutes later I heard
mom shut her door. I couldn't get Abigail out of my mind.
She'd looked so fucking sexy sitting on the couch in that
t-shirt. I imagined how she might have looked when she
was drunk and being fucked by her husband. The thought of
her just lying there while being penetrated excited me.
I wondered what her pussy looked like - was it hairy or
bald? I was obsessed. The older white woman of my dreams
was lying drunk in the next room. There wasn't a chance
in hell that I'd sleep tonight.
Lying in my bed, staring into the darkness, was pure
torture. My obsession with pussy totally possessed my
soul. I wondered if I was weirder than most kids my age.
In my mind I fucked Abigail over and over, though I'd
never yet actually fucked anybody. The closest I'd ever
been to getting pussy was when I fooled around with this
white girl from my school. She was Italian and told me
she was saving herself for marriage and all that
bullshit. But she did let me rub her pussy with my cock
for a few minutes.
I remembered how good it felt and how I wished I could
just push it in a little. I rubbed the cockhead between
her wet pussy lips while she watched me like a hawk. I
begged her to let me stick it in for a second, but all
she said was "No way." And she kept on saying no, though
I begged and pleaded. I was a gentleman and didn't push
it in. I had hoped that having got this far, maybe next
time she'd let me push it in a little. Then maybe the
next time she'd let me get in a couple of pumps... and so
on.
That hope was ruined the following week when she saw me
talking to this girl she hated. She accused me of
flirting, and said it was over between us. And I hadn't
even been talking to the girl; she just happened to be
standing next to me. That's why I couldn't stand girls my
age. Everything became like an episode of Jerry Springer.
There was nothing but drama round every hallway corner at
White Plains High School.
It had been at least an hour since my mother closed her
door, and I still couldn't get my mind off what was
lying on the living room couch. I needed to take a leak,
so I left my bedroom and went into the bathroom. On the
way back I passed the living room and saw the light from
the television still on. I also heard Abigail snoring. It
threw me at first; I hadn't realized women could snore
like that. I thought I'd be a good boy and turn the TV
off, but when I entered the living room and looked toward
the couch I stopped dead.
Abigail was stretched out on the couch, and what got me
crazy was that her left leg was high up on the back of
the couch while the sheet that should have been on top of
her was all mangled and balled up around her waist. The
only light was from the television. Suddenly the room
became brighter - I guess they went to commercials - and
to this day I have never seen anything prettier. Abigail
was wearing some kind of blue lacey panties, and she
looked incredible in them.
What really got my attention and made my young cock jump
to attention was how her panties fitted her. Instead of
being tight and snug, they were loose and puffy. I hadn't
seen too many women in their panties, but the girls I'd
fooled around with had always worn them tight and snug.
As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw her bush. The
pussy hair was nice and thick, and to this day the memory
of that hairy pussy gets my cock hard.
She looked like a lifeless doll and I couldn't help
staring at her. Her chest was moving slowly up and down;
I found it exciting just to watch her breathe. I thought,
no wonder her husband liked to fuck her while she was
asleep - though I couldn't see how a woman could be
fucked in her sleep and not know it. My dick was so hard
it hurt. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I wished I had the
balls to just jump on the couch between her legs and
shove my cock into that hairy pussy. But, though in my
dreams I am hard as nails, in real life I was a punk
who'd never make such a bold move.
I stared at her half-naked pussy for about ten minutes,
my cock throbbing inside my shorts. All my fantasies were
right there on the couch before me. I could whip my cock
out and jerk off while looking at her. Who would know? I
crept a little closer to see better between her legs. She
seemed to be in a deep sleep... but how deep? The closer
I got the warmer I became, with sweat trickling down my
forehead. I was scared to death, but excited too. What
if she woke up to find me standing over her and stroking
my cock? I'd have to cut the TV off. But then, how the
fuck could I see her in the dark? It was a dilemma.
Fuck it, I'd have to leave the TV on. I'd hang on to the
remote, with my finger on the off button, and if she
moved a single millimeter I'd click the TV off and escape
into the darkness. I felt like a cat burglar planning to
steal the crown jewels. I grabbed the remote and got into
position, the remote in my right hand and my cock in my
left.
I began stroking my cock and staring at my fantasy woman.
The light from the television was fading in and out. One
moment it was bright, the next it was pretty dark. It
didn't matter, though, 'cause I never lost track of her
crotch. Her panties were loose over her pussy area, and
pussy hair was sticking out. Damn, she looked hot! I
tried to visualize myself between her thighs, pumping
with my black tool into that white hole.
I didn't want the moment to end. It had to be the most
exciting thing I'd ever done. But I wanted so bad to fuck
her. I could feel pre-cum leaking from the tip of my
cock, making it slippery. I was close to cummimg. I
tilted my head back and slowed down my pace. I didn't
want it to end just yet; I wanted it to last just a
little longer. My hand felt so good wrapped around my
cock. My balls were beginning to stir.
I looked down at those spread legs and my mind silently
screamed in ecstasy. "Oh God!" I exhaled slowly, trying
to stop myself from panting. My mind was blurry and so
was my vision.
All of a sudden, BAAAM!!!! A hand clamped down on my
wrist! My body went into to shock and my right hand
automatically clicked off the television. I was BUSTED!
"Wilson? Wilson? Is that you?"
I was fucking caught. I felt like a drowning man as my
life flashed before my eyes. The room was now pitch
black. I couldn't see anything, but I felt Abigail's hand
clutching my wrist, just inches away from my cock. I was
paralyzed, and couldn't have moved if Id wanted to. For
sure she was going to scream. I thought desperately how I
might explain this to my mother when she came running
from her room.
"Wilson, is that you? Ohhh my God! What are you doing?"
I thought about making a dash for it. A few seconds ago
I'd been having the time of my life. Now I was wondering
how much life I had left.
Her hand was squeezing my wrist. I was toast and I knew
it. I tried to pull my wrist away but she squeezed it
even tighter.
"Don't you dare move, young man. I . I..I.. know it's
you, Wilson."
I had to think real fast. What could I say? The one thing
I had going for me was that it was dark. She still didn't
know what I had in my hand.
"I--I--I--I'm sorry I woke you, Abigail. I came in to
turn off the television."
I couldn't see her but I heard her shifting around. I
hoped she was still drunk. In that case she might believe
me and let me sneak off into my room. I saw her outline
trying to sit up. For a brief second she loosened her
grip on my wrist, and I thought I was home free, but the
way she did it made her hand brush against my cock. She
immediately grabbed my dick in her hand.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was so embarrassed, and I just knew
the next place I'd be going that night was jail. Like a
blind woman feeling her way in the dark, Abigail felt her
way with her other hand and cupped my swollen balls for a
second.
"Jesus Christ.. what do you think you're doing, Wilson?"
"Aggh.. Nothing. nothing," I whispered.
"Do you think I'm stupid, young man? I know just what you
were doing," she said sternly, "and I'm going to tell
your mother. You should be ashamed of yourself."
The last thing I wanted was for my mother to see me like
this. I was scared to death and pleaded with Abigail,
"Oh, please don't tell her. Please, Abigail. I couldn't
help myself. I'm so sorry."
"What do you mean you couldn't help yourself? I thought
you were a good boy. You should be ashamed. I will tell
your mother, and she's going to be very upset."
"Aw, please don't tell mom.. I. I'm so sorry. I really
did come in to turn off the TV, but when I saw you on the
couch, lying like that, I lost my mind. I do apologize,
but you looked so beautiful."
The silence in the darkness was terrifying. No way was
she was going to let me off, and I wished with all my
heart that I'd stayed in my room. I expected her at any
moment to scream out my mother' name, but as the seconds
passed without her saying anything I began to hope that
maybe she would accept my apology.
"Do you really think I'm beautiful, Wilson?"
I felt the tension in the room lift. Her voice was as
sweet as it had been when she first came over.
"God, yes, Abigail. You're the prettiest woman I ever
saw. Please forgive me. I'm truly sorry for what I did."
Suddenly there were two hands round my cock, but I was
still afraid, and didn't know how I should react.
"May I go now? Please. I'm so embarrassed."
"You're not going anywhere, young man. You need to be
taught a lesson."
It did appear, however, that she no longer intended to
call my mother, which was a huge relief. There was a long
silence, which I was afraid to interrupt. Abigail was
still holding onto my cock and balls.
"For such a young man you sure have a big cock. Do you
jerk off often?" She spoke quietly, almost in a whisper.
I didn't reply, still too afraid to speak.
"That was a question, you nasty little boy."
"I--I--I--yes, Abigail, I do."
I suddenly realized that she was stroking my cock and
fondling my balls.
"Your cock is real hard, Wilson. Were you about to cum?
Were you going to shoot your cum over me, you nasty
little bastard."
I thought I detected amusement in her voice, but I wasn't
sure if I liked the sound of "nasty little bastard." I
said nothing.
"When I ask you a question I expect an answer. Do you
understand? Otherwise I'll scream and wake your mom. I
mean it."
"Please don't do that. I'll do whatever you say; only,
don't call my mom, Pleeeease."
"Have you ever had sex with a girl, Wilson?"
"A--a--a yes."
"DON'T LIE TO ME, YOUNG MAN," she said sternly.
It was pointless for me to lie; even in the dark she
could obviously see through me. She gave my balls a
squeeze, and kept on squeezing. I would have cried out
from the pain but the fear of waking my mother made me
grit my teeth and say,
"No--No. I haven't had sex yet. I'm sorry. Aw, once a
girl did let me rub it against her pussy lips, but that
was it. I--I swear."
Her grip on my balls relaxed, and she started stroking my
cock again. Why was she torturing me like this? What did
she want from me? It was too dark to see much, though my
eyes had adjusted enough to make out that she was sitting
straight up on the edge of the couch. She said, " Look,
Wilson, you can relax. I'm not going to tell your mom.
Just don't lie to me, ok?"
I suddenly felt very relaxed. I felt I could breathe
easily again. Abigail adjusted her grip on my cock and
really started stroking it.
"Mmmmmmm... awwwwhhhhh," I groaned.
"Mmm, do you like that? Does that feel good, Wilson?"
"Ohhhhhh God, yes. Mmmmmm."
"Have you ever had your cock sucked, Wilson. Did any of
your little girlfriends ever give you a blow job?"
My heart leapt into my mouth. I stammered, "N-no. N-no
one ever sucked my cock."
"Would you like me to suck it? How would you like that?
You nasty little boy."
I couldn't believe it. I'd always dreamed about having my
cock in a woman's mouth, and here I was in my living room
with my mom's friend, and she was asking me if I wanted
her to suck my cock!
"I'd like that very much," I whispered.
"Well, ask me nicely and I might do it. but you will have
to ask nicely."
I whispered back at once, "Abigail, will you please,
please suck my cock? I want it so bad. Please do it for
me."
I begged my ass off. I wanted her to know that I really
wanted it, and that she would be my first. I still wasn't
prepared for it, though, when I felt soft lips wrap
themselves around the tip of my raging hard-on. The first
time a woman's lips touch your cock is an experience you
will never forget.
"Ahhhh... Mmmmm...Ohhhh my God!" I breathed.
Abigail's mouth was wet and soft, and she stroked my cock
as she sucked it right in. In all my dreams and fantasies
I'd never guessed that a woman's mouth around my prick
would feel this good. She took me in deep, deep, until I
felt the head hit the back of her throat.
"Mmmmmmm, that's so good.. yeeeessss. That feels so good,
Abigail."
She started vigorously sucking my cock and simultaneously
stroking my shaft. I felt something start to bubble up in
my balls.
"Abigail.. Abigail.. you're gonna make me cum," I
whispered.
Her only reply was to take my cock even deeper into her
mouth. I was seconds away from ejaculating. Clenching my
fists and almost biting my tongue in my excitement, I
hissed,
"Abigail. Abigail. Ohhh.. God, I'm gonna
cuuuummmmmmmm....!"
I tried to pull my dick out of her mouth, but she grabbed
my ass and pulled me back in.
"Agggghhhhhh.agggggghhh.agghhhh."
A hot blast of thick cum spurted from my dick into her
mouth. Then another. And then another. Abigail didn't
skip a beat.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned as she drank up my young
seed in the dark. The vibrations of her lips and mouth
around my cock made it spurt even more cum. It only took
seconds, but seemed like a lifetime. I'd jerked off a
thousand times imagining myself filling a woman's mouth
with cum, but actually doing it was a million times
better.
Eventually she slipped my still-hard dick out of her
mouth and began stroking it again.
"Well, did you enjoy that, Will? Did it feel good, young
man?"
"Ohhhh yes. It was incredible. Thank you so much," I
said, and I meant it.
"Jesus Christ, Wilson, you're still hard as a rock!
What's wrong with that thing of yours?" she said, a note
of amusement in her voice.
"I don't know. It usually stays hard for a long time. I
never had a blow job before, and I guess my body isn't
used to it."
I was no longer afraid. I wanted to give Abigail a big
hug and thank her sincerely for giving me my first
blowjob. She was still stroking my cock when she said,
"Now, you must never, ever, tell anyone what I just did
for you, OK? Promise me now that what we just did will
stay between us."
"Oh, I promise. I'll never tell a soul."
I felt great. I'd had my first blowjob, and it had been
awesome. I'd always thought I'd get it from a girl my
age, but I doubted any girl my age could ever have sucked
my cock as well as Abigail had done. I started to file
away the memory of my first blowjob for when I got back
to my room, where I planned to jerk off some more.
I sensed Abigail moving around in the dark, and then she
said, "Damn! I'm soaking wet."
I heard a giggle like that of an embarrassed schoolgirl,
which I thought was cute.
"Wilson, you want to feel how wet my pussy got from
sucking your cock?"
"Wow, yes! May I touch it?" I said excitedly.
"Sure. Why not? Give me your hand."
She grabbed my hand and brought it down towards her
crotch. The closer it got to her pussy the hotter the
room seemed to be. Then she mashed my hand against her
pussy mound. The first thing I noticed was how thick and
soft her pubic hair was. Also, it was real meaty. I
hadn't felt up that many pussies before then, but
Abigail's was meatier than any of the others - nice and
plump, and much more fleshy.
"Go ahead, put your finger in. It won't bite you."
"Um, ok," I replied.
I palmed her pussy with my right hand, slipping my middle
finger down to separate her pussy lips. They came apart
nice and easy, and I understood what she'd been talking
about. Her pussy was dripping wet. It sucked my finger
inside her hole like a vacuum.
"Wow, Abigail, your pussy's really wet. And it's so soft
and warm. Would you mind if I fingered you for a bit?"
"It's ok, go ahead, but be gentle. My pussy is very
sensitive."
Her words were carried on soft, hardly audible breaths. I
felt, rather than saw, her lean back and spread her legs,
giving me the fullest access to her pussy. I got right
down on my knees between her thighs. I really longed to
be able to see what her pussy looked like from up close.
I started gently working my finger in and out of her
cunt. I was trembling, it was so fucking exciting. The
inside of her pussy felt like slippery silk, and the
vaginal walls contracted around my finger whenever it
pushed in all the way to the knuckle.
"Mmmmmmm, yeeesssss, that's good. See how wet you got
me?"
The girls whose pussies I'd fingered before had only let
me do it for a minute or so. Abigail was setting no time
limits. She sat right back with her legs spread so that I
could play with her pussy to my heart's content. As I
diddled her cunt she kept up a continuous low moaning. I
was desperate to see her pussy, and brought my face down
as far as my wrist, where I was hit by a marvelously
pungent, slightly fishy aroma from between her thighs. I
don't know if it was instinct or just pure lust that
drove me to ask her.
"Abigail," I whispered, "Can I. may I... taste you? Can I
lick it?"
I wasn't going to do anything without her permission. She
could still complain to my mom, and anyway, I was a
gentleman and had plenty of respect for her.
"I would luuuuuve that, Will. But be gentle, OK?" she
whispered.
I gingerly put out my tongue and tasted pussy for the
first time in my life. When my tongue landed between her
spread lips, her body slumped and the air came out of her
in a long slow sigh. I tried to fuck her with my tongue,
though I hadn't a clue what I was doing. Her pussy tasted
unlike anything I had ever tasted. God, I wished I could
see her pussy. I lost myself in between her pussy lips,
using my tongue as a battering ram as I tried to stick my
tongue as deep as I could into her gooey cunt. Abigail
squirmed her hips and put her hand on my forehead to push
me back a few inches.
"Easy, boy. Just concentrate on my clit," she said
softly.
I wasn't sorry, because by now my tongue had started to
ache. (When I think back on my first attempt to eat
pussy, it just cracks me up.) Abigail had a nice-sized
clit, about the size of a gourmet jellybean. I locked on
to the little bud and started sucking and licking. The
more I licked the more her hips started to move around.
Her moans became longer and even a little louder. After a
while she placed the palm of her hand on the back of my
head and pushed my face hard down into her fleshy crotch.
"That's it Wilson, suck my clit. Make me cum, little boy.
Make me cum on your face. Mmmmmmmm, yeeeessssss, suck my
clit. Yeah, yeah, yeahhh, like that. Mmmmmmmm."
I put my arms up under her legs and lifted them onto my
shoulders so that her cunt was pointing at the ceiling.
Her pussy was on fire, so whatever it was I had been
doing, it seemed that I had been doing it right. But I
was in no hurry as yet. I was leaning right over her now,
and moved both my hands up her belly until they reached
her great, soft breasts. I took one in each hand and
squeezed. Hearing a contented murmur, I squeezed again,
harder this time, then moved my hands even higher,
pushing the two great mounds up towards Abigail's face.
Her nipples were long and stiff, and I pinched them
between the thumb and a finger of each hand, rolling and
pulling them while Abigail grunted out her pleasure.
After kissing and tonguing her breasts and nipples, I
moved my head and hands slowly down to her lap once more.
And then I really went to work on her cunt, sucking,
biting, licking. I wanted her to cumm. I wanted to know
what it felt like to make a woman come. It wasn't long
before I found out.
"Oh, Oh, Oh my God Wilson! I--I--I'm cumming! Aggghhhhh!
Aggggghhhh! Yes, yesss suck it. Mmmmmm!"
My mouth was suddenly filled with fresh pussy juice. I
drank it down and tried to vacuum out even more. Pussy
juice and saliva were smeared all over my face, making it
all sticky and gooey. Abigail's pussy scent was
everywhere. I would have continued sucking her clit if
she hadn't pushed my head away. I still couldn't actually
see her pussy, but I tried to imagine what it must look
like now that I'd been licking it. I smiled to myself.
This was the life!
I put my hand back on her pussy and kneaded her pussy
mound. Abigail said nothing, but her moaning told me I
was doing ok. Her pussy felt real nice. The hairs around
her lips were moist and slippery. I finger-fucked her a
while with my right hand while stroking my cock with my
left. I fantasized that my finger was actually my cock,
pumping in and out of her slippery box.
Here I was, masturbating again, but this time I had real
experience to draw from. Abigail seemed real relaxed. I'd
put my thumb on her clit and massage it, and every once
in awhile I'd dip my finger in her slippery pussy just to
hear her moan. Meanwhile I was jerking off, so wrapped up
in what I was doing that I accidentally (I think) hit her
thigh with my stiff cock.
"Wilson, what's that you're doing, little boy? Are you
thinking of sticking your cock in me," she said,
giggling.
There was no reason to lie, and I told her straight up,
"No, Abigail, I was just jerking off. My cock's still
hard, and your pussy feels so nice. I hope you don't
mind.
Abigail laughed. Then she said, "It's ok. But let me ask
you a question. What are you think about while you're
playing with my pussy and beating your meat?"
"You want me to be honest, Abigail?"
"Yes I do, Wilson. You must always be honest with me."
I'd never been honest with a woman before. I always told
lies if I felt uncomfortable or when my back was against
a wall. But now I didn't hesitate to tell her the truth.
"I was imagining what your pussy must look like. I was
pretending that my finger was actually my cock going
inside you. And trying to imagine how that would feel."
I paused for a second, realizing that this might be the
closest I'd ever get to having pussy any time soon.
Taking a deep breath, I said, "Abigail, would you let me
put my cock inside your pussy? It would be just for a
minute, I swear. I just want to know what it feels like.
I've never had my cock inside a woman."
"Mmm, I don't know, Wilson. We've already gone 'way too
far. I'm too old for you. Do you really want me to be
your first fuck? Wouldn't you rather do it with a girl
your age first?"
She didn't sound quite sure of herself. She'd been in
charge and in control all night, and it was the first
time I'd sensed any uncertainty in her. Though I couldn't
see her face, I knew things had changed.
"Abigail, you're NOT old. You're prettier and ten times
sexier than any girl I know. I'd love for you to be my
first woman. I'd treasure the memory forever. I just want
a few pumps. I swear, just a few pumps and I'll take it
out. Please, a few pumps is all I'm asking for."
It was as if I was begging for my life. My cock was
talking for me. All I wanted was a few pumps. A few pumps
and I'd lose my unwanted virgin status. My hand was still
massaging her pussy, and as I begged I could feel her
oiling up.
"Listen, Wilson. If I let you do it you have to promise
not to tell anyone at all. And if I say stop, you've got
to stop. Just a few pumps then, and that'll be it. God,
if anybody knew what I was doing with you, little boy,
I'd just die!"
"OK, I swear. Just a few pumps and I'll stop, I promise."
I was so freakin' excited, I thought my head was going to
explode. I was about to get me some pussy! Abigail moved
back on the couch and started to shift around. I had no
idea what she was doing. Then I heard her whisper,
"OK, I'm going to lie down, and you can get on top. But
go easy, little boy. That's a big cock for a kid your
age. Now come on, get on top of me."
I jumped to my feet before she'd finished speaking. It
was still very dark, and the darkness would deprive me of
the sight of my cock entering its first pussy. I started
to feel my way around. Abigail was lying on the couch,
with her left leg high up on the back of her couch,
making her wide open to me. It was the position she'd
been in when I first spied on her asleep. I climbed on to
the couch and positioned myself between her thighs. I was
so excited that I almost slipped and fell on top of her.
Abigail giggled at my attempts to mount her.
The first time my cock brushed her pussy hair I thought
I'd bust a nut. I was seconds away from losing my
virginity. Abigail lifted her pelvis off the couch to
make it easier for me. My first thrust was against her
thigh, while my second hit her clit and went over her
pussy, grazing her hairy mound. I was getting nervous.
Where in hell was the entrance to her pussy? Then I felt
her hand wrap around my shaft.
"Take it easy, Wilson. Let me help you honey," she said
kindly.
The hand drawn my cock up to the pussy entrance. The
sensation was electrifying. It seemed like I had waited
my whole life for this moment.
"There you go, honey. Now push slowly. Yeah, that's it.
There you go, nice and easy. That's it, mmmmmmmmmm."
Slowly, effortlessly my cock sank into her warm, loving
cunt, plumbing the bottom of her pussy on its first
thrust. Her vaginal walls seemed to suck my cock into her
body, just as they had done earlier with my finger. I was
about to pull back and make my first pump when Abigail
said, "Don't move. Wait just a second so my pussy can
adjust to your cock. OK... OK. Now just a few pumps. That
was the deal, remember."
"Yes, Abigail, I hadn't forgotten. And thank you so much.
Your pussy feels so good. Ten pumps and I'll stop."
While I was speaking into her ear I could fell her pussy
flexing around my cock. I pulled my 8 inches out until
only the head was inside her. I was only going to get ten
pumps, and I wanted them to last. I held my cock poised
there for a few seconds, and then slowly entered a
woman's cunt for the second time in my life. Abigail's
meaty pussy lips provided the perfect landing pad. I took
my sweet time with every stroke into her moist cunt. I
wanted to savor every moment.
Abigail moaned into my ear as I eased my cock deep into
her sweet pussy. I desperately wanted to see her face. I
could only imagine what she looked like with my cock
buried deep in her body. Each stroke was the same, long
and slow. I tried to concentrate and burn the thoughts of
how my cock felt inside her. She put her hands on my hips
and was pulling me into her.
When I got to the eighth pump I began to feel depressed.
Only 2 pumps left. I reached 10 and kept going. After
all, she might not have been counting. I could maybe get
2 or 3 extra pumps in.
"Hey, little boy, that was number 13," she said, giggling
into my ear.
"Oh, was it? I'm very sorry. I must have lost count," I
said guiltily.
I don't know why I lied. Of course, I'd known exactly
what the count was. As soon as I said it I realized how
stupid I had been. She had to know I was being dishonest.
But her pussy had felt so fucking good. I just couldn't
have stopped if she hadn't said something.
"It's OK, Wilson, I don't mind. I was just kidding. It
feels real nice. Keep going until I tell you to stop."
"Gee thanks, Abigail!"
Her words had lifted my spirits, sending a jolt through
my entire body.
"Mmmmm, yeah that's it, Wilson. Does it feel good for
you?"
"Yes, yes, yes... real good. My God, I never felt like
this before."
She whispered into my ear, "You're a nasty little boy.
You like fucking old ladies, don'cha?"
"Yes... Oh yeess... Yes, I like it."
She moved her hands down to my ass and started pushing
and pulling me into her body. She was in charge, and
showing me how I ought to fuck her.
"That's it, honey. Just a little faster. Mmmmmmmm, yes.
Now, fuck me little boy. Fuck this old pussy!"
She started whispering all kinds of dirty things into my
ear, and I pumped away with my cock just like she wanted
me to. Her cunt was just oozing pussy juice. I could feel
my balls beginning to tremble, and realized that I would
cum soon. A part of me wanted to cum while another part
of me wanted all this to last forever.
"Oh God, Abigail, I think I'm going to cum," I
whispered."
"D'you want to cum, little boy? You want to cum in my old
pussy?"
"Oh yes, I do want to cuummm. It feels to good."
"Then tell me you want to cum in my pussy. Say you want
it. Mmmmmm, yeah, fuck me harder little man. You want to
cum in me? THEN DO IT! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM INSIDE ME
LITTLE BOY, NOW!" she hissed."
I closed my eyes and began humping and pumping her pussy
with everything I had left. I had jerked off so many
times imagining I was coming inside a woman's pussy, and
now I really was. I made one last hard thrust, slamming
my cock deep into Abigail's juicy pussy. It opened my
floodgates.
"Oh my God! Oh god, I'm gonna cum. I--I--I'm gonna cum in
your pussy. TES! OH SHIT! Agggggh! Agggh! Aggghhhh! I'm
cumming! Aggghhh."
I spewed what felt like buckets of cum into Abigail's
pulsating pussy. My whole body was shaking as I continued
to drive my cum-spitting cock into her. Her experienced
pussy walls gripped my cock and pulled me into her.
"Yeah, baby. Yeah, that's it. Cum, baby, cum in my pussy.
Mmmmm, you're such a nasty little boy. Give me all your
nasty sperm."
After 2 more pumps I collapsed, exhausted and shaking, on
top of Abigail's body. She used her cunt muscles to
soothe my deflating cock and put her right hand on the
back of my head and stroked it. I felt so warm and
comfortable lying between her thighs. A few seconds later
my cock slipped out of her cum-soaked pussy, the cool air
it met reminding me of the warm, moist place it had been
only moments ago.
"Thank you, Abigail. Thanks you so much. That was just
incredible."
"You're welcome, Wilson. You're a sweet boy, or should I
say young man? After all, you're not a virgin anymore."
We both started giggling. Oh, how I wanted to see her
face. I knew she would be smiling.
"Look, Wilson, this is our little secret, OK? You'd
probably like to tell all your friends, but you can't.
This must stay our little secret in the dark.
THE END
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