She was a slut, and I loved her. Her breasts were uneven, she had been fucked by 17 other men, and she had no self-esteem. But I loved her.
We had done other things before, but the only thing I had done to her dark little pussy lips was finger her on that one way street in the pitch black night, with the occassional scare of two headlights beaming into the back of my mother’s Dodge. I remember her screaming the most, looking up at her head pushing back against the head rest as I plunged two fingers into her, not sure of how fast I should go, or how far I should put them in, or if two fingers were even enough. It felt just as I had imagined it – wet and fleshy and smooth. I didn’t wash my hands the next day, leaving the smell of her on my index and middle fingers, getting hard each time I brought them under my nostrils. When I got home that night, the dog wouldn’t leave me alone, for obvious reasons. I had to go up to my room to get her to leave me alone, where I fell asleep with my fingers on my lips.
The day I finally decided to fuck her, I had been given free condoms at some university sponsored program. I looked at the blue wrapper, and pushed the rubber ring back and forth, watching the lubricant wash from one side of the packet to the other through the transparent back of the wrapper. I got hard right there. I knew I had to use it. Perhaps this is evidence that those “free condom” programs really do teach an unintended lesson. I don’t know.
Lynn had just come up for a visit. We sat on my roommate’s bed, in my dorm room, and she leaned back, slipping her crooked fingers up her thighs, with a whisper. I can’t remember what she said, but somehow it quieted my fears, although knowing her now, it was probably a lie. Her pants slipped off easily, as she bounced and arched her back on the bed, glancing down at me now and again to see the look on my face. I wish I knew what it looked like.
She had no idea that I was going to fuck her – I had been feeding her this “wait until marriage” line that was total bullshit – an excuse not to fuck her because I was scared of all the previous experience she’d had.
Actually, she had no idea at all what would follow – probably just thinking that I’d stick my fingers in her again. She seemed very excited anyway. Maybe it was the look on my face.
When her pants were finally off, her green, sheer panties looked perfect. The elastic kissed her skin just right, dimpling the little extra weight she had around her waist. I put my hands on her ankles, and slowly moved her legs apart. There was an oblong dark spot in the center of her panties, and as her legs moved farther apart it got bigger. I watched it with awe, and she looked at the wall behind the bed, her lips parting slightly. I could hear her breathing.
She shuddered as I put my head between her legs. I touched the wet spot with the tip of my nose, and a moan escaped from her parted lips. I breathed deep. It smelled like sweet and sour candy. That was something I was scared of, but the smell was so inviting. I moved my nose slowly up her slit, feeling it through her panties. She was dripping so much that my nose was getting damp.
I moved up and rested my head on her. Another moan, and then a slight sigh. Feeling adventurous, I put the top of her panties in my teeth, and gave them a light tug. She looked down, and her face had a worried look. I winked at her, and moved the panties down farther, between my teeth. She relaxed, and parted her lips again, looking towards the wall behind her.
I moved her to the edge of the bed, on my knees staring directly at her crotch. I got tired of waiting, and pulled her panties to her ankles. She looked worried again, until I buried my face in her pussy. She collapsed on the bed as my tongue whipped around, moving up and down on her lips. She seemed to be in ecstasy.
Just before she was about to come, I moved all of her back on the bed, and took that blue-wrappered condom from under the window shade, and began to unwrap it. She started breathing heavily.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Shhhhh,” I replied.
I put the condom on my dick, and was surprised at how the blue looked. It gave my cock a gorgeous sheen. I entered her slowly.
“Oh my God,” she said softly.
It was amazing. I had never felt so connected, or so complete. It didn’t feel as good as I had expected, until a few minutes later, when it became much warmer and wetter.
“Can I take you from behind?” I asked.
She said nothing, and got on her hands and knees. I gripped the base of my cock, and looked down. There was nothing but a ring with torn blue latex hanging from it. I told her the condom had broken.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said.
I didn’t. I pushed my dick as far into her as I could, and she moved forward. I plunged in and out, and in and out, reaching underneath her to feel my cock and her wetness. Just as I was about to come, I pulled myself from her, and jerked myself off, watching her lubricants become a white, sticky foam on my cock. My jizz rained on her like a bath, some of it landing on her ass, some on her back, some in her hair, even some landing on the wall that she had been looking at. We would watch it drip down the wall later, laughing.
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