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  My voice apparently broke his trance. He glanced up. “What. Oh, yes. You are everything I could ask for.”

  I stepped out of my dress and he reached down to retrieve it. Picking it up, his face paused within inches of my mound. His right hand rose, his fingers digging through my neatly trimmed bush. When his thumb journeyed down and caressed my unadorned clitoris, I groaned and lost my balance. My arms darted out to his strong shoulders for support. “Sorry.”

  “That’s all right. I’m here for you. For whatever you want, I’m here for you.”

  “Are we going to make love?”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, more than anything.”

  “Then we will, right after I spank you.”

  I couldn’t imagine what my face must’ve looked like with the amount of disbelief that embedded in my mind. “What? Spank me?”

  He chuckled. “Don’t look so shocked.” His hand circled around me and eased me closer. “You turned eighteen and I’m going to give you eighteen swats. It’ll make you even wetter and then we’ll make love. I promise you.”

  I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t want to rock the boat either. After he spanked me he would fuck me, so why not let him have his fun.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, but aren’t you going to get undressed?

  “I am. After I finish spanking you.” He took my hand and led me around to the right side of his legs and pulled me across his legs and down. I could feel his hard maleness pushing into my lower ribcage. “Good, now open your legs, I want to give you pleasure as I give you pain.”

  When I parted my legs, shivers ran through me as two thick fingers invaded my private chamber. “Oooh.” Then I felt the hot sting and heard the loud clap of a smart painful smack on my ass. “Ow!” I jumped. “That hurt.” But the pain turned to liquid heat in my pussy, which clenched tight around his fingers. When his fingers slid in out and around my pussy it was like ointment, until the next hard blow. “Ow!” I jumped and my burning, dripping pussy clenched again. “Do you have to hit so hard?”

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry sweet. I will lighten each blow.”

  He may have been taking something off each blow, but so far they all felt the same. Once more the fingers of his right hand worked their magic in my pussy, until I jumped from a curt slap from his left hand. As the blows continued, the pain diminished and my desire grew. Getting spanked actually expanded my carnal appetite. That, plus the idea of Rob’s cock punching deep into my warm, sopping wet pussy for the first time made me deliriously lustful. I began to tremble with need.

  When he finally counted eighteen, I jumped off his lap and straightened up. My ass burned, like it had been toasted over an open flame. A glance over my shoulder, told me it was bright red. I felt annoyed, but I had other things on my mind—I couldn’t wait to get his Levis off and his cock inside me. As he unbuttoned his shirt, I undid his belt and tugged down his zipper. I snickered when I noticed the large round wet spot on his right leg, the offering from my sopping wet, ravenous pussy. When his shirt came off, I paused a few seconds to admire his lean, but well toned physique. Getting back to the task at hand, I pulled down on his jean tops and shorts, but they wouldn’t really go anywhere until he rose up.

  Seeing what I was doing, he rose up and joined in my effort to make him as naked as I was. A chore I abandoned and let him finish as soon as I saw his…not beautiful, but close—large magnificent shaft stretching upward as a plant stretches upward toward life sustaining sun light.

  I pushed him back. “Lay back and relax. I’m going to admire you cock like you admired my pussy.”

  He laughed and reclined. With his elbow supporting his fist, he rested his head upon it and watched me. Flesh colored, a large blue vein meandered up the top side to his mauve and plum colored helmet shaped crown. It seemed to be the same length as my thumb to middle finger—including nails—which I knew to be seven and a half inches. When I stroked it, it felt silky and when I wrapped my thumb and fingers around it was a half inch from closing—including nails.

  In other words it was big. Bigger than any of the pretenders I’d been with. “Will it fit?”

  “Come up here and let me see.” I got on the bed and scooted up to him on my knees. He felt between my legs.

  “You’re plenty wet enough. Let me see how expanded you are. Spread your legs wide.” I did and he managed to get three fingers in me. “Yeah, baby, you’re wide open.”

  I returned to his groin area and straddled him. Then I lifted his cock up. There was bead of precum in the opening and I swabbed it off with my forefinger and sucked it off my fingertip. “Mmm.” It tasted like my own cream. Next, I placed his shaft at the gate to my hot, cream filled pussy. He watched me. I flashed a wicked smile and purred, “I’m going to enjoy the heck out of this.”

  Rob’s smile matched my own. “Me too.”

  I lowered my sex down, over and around him about halfway down. It hurt a little. I pulled out and pushed down again. I trembled as the length of him slowly worked its way into my slippery channel, stretching me, filling me, the pleasure/pain stealing the breath from my lungs. Jenny warned me it might hurt, so I shook it off and began to move slowly in and out. Groaning from the feeling of total intrusion, I moved circling around, rubbing my clit against his pubis on the in stroke. Soon every downward plunge became a tingle of excitement.

  “Jesus, sweet Bella, your pussy feels fantastic,” he blurted. His large hands reached up, cupping and kneading my breasts. His thumbs teased the sensuous tips of my hard, jutting nipples. It felt divine and I brazenly extended my breasts into his hands.

  Grabbing my arms Rob dragged me down on top of him. His hand on the back of my head, crushed my lips into his for a demanding kiss. A whimper escaped my mouth in protest, nevertheless, my lips parted accepting his velvety tongue, entangling it with my own tongue.

  Then, still kissing with his tongue swirling within my mouth, and totally unexpected, he rolled over and ended up on top of me. Just like that, we’d changed places. He snickered. “My turn to be on top.”

  With his cock still in me, he rose up onto his knees. “Well lookie here.” His finger wiped along his lower abdomen and then he held it up for me to see. “It seems we both acquired a bit of blood down here.”

  I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. It’s my honor to be the one…”

  Since Rob’s legs were never fully on the bed, he slid off and stood on the floor. He bent over and wrapping both arms around my thighs, quickly dragged me to, the edge of the bed. Resting my ankles on his broad shoulders, I sucked in a deep breath as he took hold of and guided his shaft back into my warm well. As Rob’s large cock began to pummel me, electric-like tingly sensations threaded through me with each thrust. I felt sublime, and wanted everything my more experienced partner had to offer. “What a turn on it is to watch my prick slide in and out of your sweet pussy.”

  It did sound sexy. I wished he had mirrors on the ceiling, so I could see it thrusting in and out of me.

  Picking up his tempo, he pounded my cunt so hard one of my ankles slid off his shoulder. He caught it, wrapped his fingers around my ankle and stretched his arm and my ankle as far away from our bodies as he could. Then, thrusting away, he did the same thing with my other ankle. My legs were splayed as wide as they would go and Rob’s cock glided even deeper into my wide open pussy. As his driving need increased the intensity and velocity of his thrusts, my soft whimpers evolved to moans of delight. The friction of his cock seemed to soothe the sweet anguish which had earlier embedded in the walls of my pussy. In addition, every thrust into my feminine lair, trapped my sensitive orgasm maker between us in a loving caress.

  The sugary torture, seemed endless, but each stroke pushed me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. I was on the edge of a momentous torrent of passion. “Oh, baby, I can feel it.” A tingling sensation manifested in my lower regions,
expanding and increasing from a spark into a massive explosion.

  Suddenly, he began moving erratically and said, “Me too, baby, I’m coming.”

  I felt a spurt of semen and then another. My pussy gripped his cock, milking him and holding him tight while I rode out continuous waves of erotic sensations that permeated my whole existence.

  Afterward, Rob let go of my ankles and collapsed upon the bed for a loving embrace. Except for a series after tremors, neither of us moved or said anything for long minutes. I lay half in shock from my extraordinary encounter. Until then, that was the most erotic experience of my young life.

  Epilogue

  I couldn’t stay in Rob’s bedroom indefinitely, especially with Rob’s parents due home. So after a three hour marathon, Rob took me home and we set a date for Tuesday night.

  When I got home, I called Jimmie. We went back to the drive-in that night and finished what we’d started the night before. Jimmie wasn’t quite as big as Rob nor as forceful and as imaginative, but overall he wasn’t a bad lover, especially when it came to eating pussy. He was a natural-born, cream-loving oralist, enthusiastic with a long, pliable, soft tongue, so I mostly had oral sex with him while Rob and I fucked liked bunnies. I continued to date both guys for the better part of a month, but when I agreed to go to the Senior Prom with Rob, I had to let Jimmie know I couldn’t go out with him anymore. However, shortly thereafter, when Jenny broke up with Brad, I played matchmaker. Jenny had always liked Jimmie and cunnilingus, so when I told her he was a pussy eating fool, she was sold. She even shaved her snatch for him, which gave me the idea to shave mine, except for a little ringlet of pubic hair. Rob loved it and suddenly he was a pussy eating aficionado.

  The four and a half months I went with Rob were the happiest time of my teens. I may have even loved Rob. I thought I did at the time, but when I left to go to Indiana State University, a hundred twelve miles away, things slowly changed. For awhile we were still hot and heavy. During the first semester, once or twice a month I would travel back to Kokomo for the weekend and Rob would come to see me an equal amount of time. However, by middle of the second semester, Rob was no longer the only man for me. So many men, so little time.

  The End

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