Where it happened: By the lake
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was cumming. She was squealing, her cunt extracting every ounce of cum it could as my cock kept squirting it inside her! A moment later we were done, lying in the back seat of my old Buick, our bodies spent, my cock now shrinking up inside her. She was younger than I was, a kid I’d seen but never spoken to before.
She was in the 7-11 the same time that I arrived, and then she left and was walking down along Main Street when I had stopped and offered her a ride. She seemed excited to get in. I asked if she would like for me to take her home, or drive around a while. She said she’d like to drive around. Soon after I had put my arm around her shoulder. She slid across the seat and snuggled up.
We drove down to the lake, to a vacant lot and stopped the car. We started kissing. Her tongue went right into my mouth. I rubbed her thigh and rubbed the bulge of crotch inside her jeans. She kept on kissing and did not stop me. My hands went down and then undid her jeans. We slid them off, and then her panties. I felt her cunt, and knew from how it felt that she was horny.
We got into the back. There was more room. My cock then slid right into her; her feet locked round my butt. I knew by how she acted this would not be her first time. We fucked as though we’d been together many times before. She squealed. The feeling of her orgasm as my cock was squirting cum was something I had never felt before! It was terrific!
In the small town where we lived Miranda quickly gained herself a reputation. Although I didn’t know it at the time she was already well experienced when I had picked up that day from the 7-11. She was cute, too cute for her own good. I fucked her several times. I couldn’t help myself.
Soon after that I went to college, and the next time that I went home she had moved away with her family to another city. It would be another ten years later when our paths would cross again. She was married, as beautiful a woman as you could imagine. Her past was now behind her. I met her at an art show, with her husband. She was expecting their third child. She introduced me to him. She said I was a friend from where she used to live when she was young, that she also knew my younger sister Amber. They were friends, she told him.
She would whisper to me later that she was ‘sorry’ for what had happened. I said that I was too, that she was beautiful. I would have liked to marry her. She said she loved her husband very much, that he was kind and very good to her as well.
We parted. I was grateful for how her life had turned out and I was grateful that I had known her, even as I had. I too was sorry, for that which I had done to her.
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