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My first woman part 2

I have included the first posting, for your convenience’ if you would like to re-read it to get caught up to the point part 2 picks up. I will write about some of the other lessons she gave me when I have time to get it all out and post a “complete” version. Some of the readers on here do not like “unfinished accounts” and I understand that. I was writing as I had time and posting whatever I had written at that point in time.

Nymphomania Part 1

I was walking along on the first day of college, on my way to my dorm, when I was grabbed from behind. I felt a sharp pain and that’s the last thing I remember.

Suggestible Sleep Terror Surprise

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Vickie’s Abduction part 4

They all agree that he has given them the most exciting sex of their entire lives and do not want to lose that. They all agree that he has shown them the pleasure of the dark kinky side of sex which excites them all.

Megan Dream

My fingers tingled as I lightly touched Megan’s tits, playfully engorging them at my touch. The quarter shaped areoles taunted me as they moved with the deep pleasure breaths Megan was gasping. I could feel the blood rushing to the tips of her tits, turning them a deep red, engorging them, ready for my mouth. Without even thinking my moistened mouth replaced my left hand on her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth. She tasted sweet and tangy as I sucked away, drawing more blood to the tip. Megan’s breathing was becoming labored as I kept tonguing her tit, pinching and twirling the other, increasing the pleasure she was experiencing. Quickly she was reaching her end. The air was whistling through her mouth as she tried to move with me. With my free hand I trailed down her body, touching every sweet spot, teasing her, until I reach the sweet mound I was after. The heat from her cunt was intense, burning her up. Swiftly I parted her lips and pushed my middle finger into her vagina causing her to gasp in pleasure and grab my body screaming…
I bolted awake as my head came crashing into my wall, ending the sex dream I was having. Pain engulfed my mind erasing the image of Megan’s body being pleasured by me. I tried desperately to regain the image but I was to awake to grasp it, it was gone. Grumpily and pissed off I threw my sheets off and rolled out of bed, grabbing my pants before opening me door. I always slept in my underwear. But since I lived with my dad I had to cover up when I left my room.
He was sitting on the couch watching yet another recorded football game; since he worked the graveyard shift he always missed things like that. Casually I plopped myself next to him trying to hide that I was still very sexually aroused from my dream. My tits stood clearly visible from my thin cotton shirt and I could smell my own juices. But my father never took his eyes off the TV, just gave me a side hug good morning and told me breakfast was on the table.
Breakfast at my house was always cereal, so I passed on it and went back to my room to change. But as I was leaving I could have sworn that my dad was looking at me like he knew what I had just dreamt about. But I quickly shrugged that thought off and raced back and slammed my door closed. No within the safe box of my room I peeled my shirt and pants off, pinching my now fully engorged nipples. The only images that still remained from the dream now played in my head as I quickly stuffed my hand in my panties and pushed my middle finger up into my own cunt. The pleasure of being intruded caused the tension building in my body to release as I quickly pushed in and out, causing myself to start to come. Finally when I couldn’t take it anymore I pushed a second finger in and pistoned myself to a climax, falling to the floor gasping for air. The image of Megan’s pussy still clearly visible in my mind.
Rain poured down onto my car as I considered juts leaving the school grounds and coming back for when I actually had class, but I had promised Kelly that I would help her get her things to class, so I quickly shoved my door open and slammed it shut racing to the building, locking the door of the car with the button on my keys. The car honked to let me know it was locked. Racing to not get drenched I buzzed past a few girls that were just walking under an umbrella, one was Megan. She looked angel like with the halo of light from the rain hitting the umbrella. Her hair was covered under a black Beatles jacket and she had her hands shoved in the pockets. I wanted to stare at her more but I was getting drenched as I looked. So I peeled myself from my fantasy and ripped the front door open as I came to a dead stop in front Kelly.
“Hey Kell.” I breathed, out of breath from my dead run from the parking lot. She just smiled as she grabbed my arm and led me out into the warm halls.
“Thought you were going to ditch me?” Kelly’s crap was over in a corner, out of the way or people. “Now, you can take the board and the bag. Since you were late we’re going to have to take the shortcut, so outside we go.”
Quickly she and I raced down the hall and out into the quad, an outside sitting area that was lush with trees and bushes. When it was dry and warm outside this place was always filled with couples basically having sex. But today, because of the rain, it was more a barren waste ground then the make-out place. Kelly grabbed my arm again, pulling me close to her as we together ran across the grassy opening, attempting to miss the puddles of mud. I wasn’t so lucky and hit one spraying myself with mud up to my face. The board I held was still safe; I at least knew not to get that dirty. Now mud drenched I wanted the rain to clean me off, but the door to the Drama Building was close and Kelly was picking up speed. We avoided another puddle as Kelly slowed down at the foyer of the new building. I myself didn’t stop, just bolted into the building and dead stopped before I ran into the cardboard cutout of Shakespeare.
“Damn Tish, could you have hit the mud puddles anymore then you already have?!” She playfully joked as Kelly placed her crap down to check her phone.
I would have checked mine to see what time it was but I couldn’t stop starting at my best friend’s chest. Through her rain drenched shirt her nipples were standing up, hard from the cold and wetness. Thought of my dream came flooding back and like a click I had the overpowering urge to latch onto Kelly’s tits and suck the crap out of them. But Kelly asking me something brought me back from that.
“Can you help me set up in class? I mean you don’t have class today because of the college being out, so?”
“Sure, but only for a minute, I don’t want to be the mud monster for too long.” I slyly smiled as I kept looking at her tits. They were still engorged and standing up directly at me. Even though I wanted so bad to shove Kelly to the wall, rip her shirt off and suck and lick those sweet tits I knew I couldn’t. She was my best friend and was straight as anyone could be. And Jason her boyfriend would kill me. So instead I grabbed the crap she handed me and walked casually into her class, helping her set up for her thing.
I once again braved the rain as I ran over to the English Building. My next class was there and they at least had a place that I could hang until I had to go to class. The sidewalk was slippery from the constant rain pounding it so I had to walk carefully. But once I had reached the double swing doors of the building I bolted in, not caring the door had slammed behind me. I quickly made my way to the girls’ bathroom at the end of the hall, passing classes already in session. I tried to be quiet but the squeak of my wet sneakers on the tile floors alerted the teachers that a student was in the halls. So instead of trying to be quiet I briskly walked to the bathroom instead and locked the door behind me. I didn’t want to have to have some random girl staring at me as I tried to get the mud off me.
The bathroom was rarely used, but since it did work and it was the nearest one in this end of the hall, girls would brave it. I learned a while back that this was the best place to go if you didn’t want to be found or disturbed. So now, as I locked the door, I flipped the dim lights on and checked the door once again. It was locked; no way was someone getting in.
Feeling that I was safe here I walked to the sink and let the water run until it was warm enough to use. As I waited I let my gaze wonder around the room. Graffiti filled the stalls and walls. Sayings like, “Beth Tanner is a whore” or “Anyone want to hook up with a 10?” were forever etched in the steel of the stall doors and on the peeling papered wall. The two stall doors were closed casting shadows on the floor of the broken toilets. Only one flushed and one actually worked, they weren’t the same one. If you hated filth, you defiantly weren’t going to be found in this room.
The water had warmed up and was ready to use. The paper towel roll was still next to the closets stall so I slowly bent down and ripped a small piece off it. But when I placed it back I swore I saw movement in the stall but starting longer I saw nothing more. I brushed the thought away and went back to wiping the mud off my face. I was now to the point of scrubbing the mud off my shirt when I hear a sound from that same stall. Like someone breathing, gasping almost. Trying to ignore it I kept scrubbing, but the thought of someone watching me was almost enough to get me horny. Blood was racing to my tits as I continued to wash. I paid to much attention to the mud on my breasts that I was getting myself off by just touching them. But before I could do anything I was found out.
“I knew it!” The voice stayed hidden, but it sounded too familiar. Almost like I had heard it a thousand times and now forget who it was. “I had a thought that you were a lesbian, and now I know. I followed you and Kelly, your friend right? I followed you and her and saw that you couldn’t take your eyes off her tits. It fit perfectly.”
“Who are you?” I almost screamed, fear raging throughout my body. All the thrill of being watched was now gone as the fear of what the voice was saying replaced it.
“Someone you know.”
“Just come out of hiding!” my mind raced though everyone I could think of that would have been able to put the pieces to together. But no one came to mind. Only Kelly knew that I was a lesbian, and she was in class, or at least she was when I left.
Sounds of someone moving off of something echoed in the small room and the door to the stall next to me swung open. In the dim light I saw the only thing I needed to realize who it was. The long blonde hair flared around her long, thin face and those icy blue eyes held me in my place. Even the image of her in person was enough to give me butterflies and feel so shy. That black Beatles jacket was zipped open, reviling that she was wearing a blue plaid shirt with an All Time Low tank top under it. Even the blue jean skinnies were just enough to show her figure and sexy legs in all the right places. I felt ugly as I started hollowly back at Megan, the blonde Pandora-like goddess of my dreams.
“You never thought it was me? How sad.” She was walking closer to me, trapping me between her and the wall behind me. The smell of roses and musk filled my senses, making me weak. “I saw you staring at me one time in my English class. I thought you were just looking for someone, but when you did it again I figured it out.” Her hand was on my arm, slowly inching its way up to my shoulder. “You know I was very flattered that you liked me. I mean, you’re a senior and I’m a sophomore. It held too that I thought you were pretty cute too.” I couldn’t catch my breath as she neared my face, her hand now on my shoulder and the other on my right wrist. “But before now, I wasn’t going to act on it until I knew that you really were what I thought you were. Kelly’s chest proved that.” Then it happened. Her lips touched my lips, throwing my off guard as she shoved my shoulder into the wall and pinned my right wrist.
I could feel her breast touching my body, her tits were hard even though the fabric of her two shirts and bra. I couldn’t hold it any longer; I kissed her back, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She let it in and giggled as she dropped her left hand to the base of my shirt. I knew what was coming and beat her to it. Swiftly with my free left hand I ripped my wet shirt off and peeled the black tank top off, leaving me in only my bra. She and I kept kissing but she let me go to pull her own shirts off.
Here was this blonde angel taking her shirt off for me. The same girl that the morning I dreamed of fucking until she pleaded for me to stop. A fire clicked in me and I felt power over come me. With her still taking her undershirt off I undid her studded belt and pushed her head closer to mine. Her body reacted to my moves and she opened up more for me to use her. Her hands were racing up and down my torso, teasing me every time she got close to my tits. But I knew what I wanted to do with her.
Swiftly I through her against the steel stall wall and unhooked her bra. She let me do what I wanted as she loosely undid my own belt and pulled it out of the loops, giggling the whole time. How I loved that giggle of her’s and the look on her face. She looked like a child as she broke our kiss so I could have free reign of her breasts.
“Trisha I want you to use me. I’ve wanted this for too long!” her pleading turned me on more as her bra fell to the dirty floor releasing her B cup breasts. Her areoles were the size that I had dreamed of. But now I could see that they were a light shade of pink and her nipples were fully engorged, sticking out a full inch. Eagerly I sucked it into my waiting mouth and felt as she arched her body to the touch of my tongue. Soft moans escaped her mouth as she breathed deeply to even out the pleasure attacking her.
Megan with her hands still tried to unbutton my jeans. I quickly stopped teasing her and took off my own jeans as I then pulled her’s off in one swift tug. A yelp of excitement was heard from her as my hand lightly brushed against her pussy but was back on her hips as I went back to teasing her tits. She had one hand on my own breast under my bra and the other inching down my stomach to my pussy lips. Just the touch of her soft hand on my tit was enough to get me off but I wanted her to do more. So instead of letting my hands hold her still I used them to go to the one place I knew she was needed the release. I let my left hand trail down her body to the band of her panties where I casually pulled them down. She just lightly stepped out of them and pushed her now naked body onto mine. Just that was all I needed to rip my own underwear off and lay her on the floor.
I don’t think either of us cared that the floor was filthy, we were too horny and busy fucking each other to care. Meagan’s hand quickly found my clitoris and started to play with it. I now had moved on to her other tit as my left hand rubbed up and down her pussy. The heat from her vagina was intense and I knew I needed to end the pressure for her before this thing ended. So letting her tits go I moved down to her cunt and shoved my middle finger into her vagina. Her body tensed up when I entered her and she gasped in pain.
“Be careful.” Her voice sounded distant to my ears as I went down on her and took her clitoris in my mouth. Another gasp sounded and I knew she was in ecstasy.
“I want you. Let me taste you please.” Megan’s pleading was candy to my mind as I flipped around, straddling her body giving her access to my pussy. Quickly she stuck her tongue in my and I felt in heaven. My own pleasureful gasps stopped me from teasing her as she got both her hand and tongue working together to get me off. I was so much in heaven that I almost forgot where I was.
“Megan…fuck me…NOW!” she did just that as she now shoved two fingers into my and pistoned me with all her force. Her tongue licked up all my juices and swirled my lips, teasing me. Right before I was too much in ecstasy I went back to her pussy and shoved in my two fingers, matching her pace on me.
So here we were. Fucking each other in the girls’ bathroom at school, buck naked, with the girl of my dreams licking my pussy and giving me what I wanted. Megan’s body was quickly growing stiff as I felt an orgasm coming up on her. But I kept the same pace as I stuck my tongue now in her vagina and rubbed her clitoris until a powerful force came.
“I’M CUMMING!” Megan shouted just enough for me to hear as cum gushed from her, going all over my face. I licked all of it off her pussy as I myself finally came. My pussy walls contracted and I bucked against her as she kept finger fucking me until my orgasms subsided. Five minutes went by before I stopped bucking and Megan released me. She eagerly cleaned me up as I did to her and pulled me close to her. Our lips connected once again and I could taste myself in her mouth.
Our tits rubbed up against each other as Megan twisted her left one and my right one. She was like a beast the way she still wanted to go. Quickly I became horny again and shoved my hand in my own cunt, fucking myself. I thrusted in with all my might as I started to breath heavy and with pure lust.
“Let me do that.” Megan pulled my hand from my horny cunt and shoved her own fingers in, giving as much shove as I was. But as she did me she was fucking herself too with her other hand. Quickly, just as before she and reached another organism about the same time, but this time her’s was longer and she cummed all over the bathroom floor. Me being the slut I was went down on her as she rode her orgasm out, licking up and down her pussy until all the cum was gone and in my mouth, then I kissed her again giving her own cum. She swallowed it eagerly as she still kept finger fucking me. I was so horny now that I couldn’t stop, I wanted me.
She must have read my mind because she flipped over and whispered, “Fuck me here. I want it.” I lovingly started at her exposed asshole as I started licking her rosebud with the intent to fuck her more. As I lubricated her ass she kept fucking her own cunt, going slow enough that she wouldn’t get off too early. When she was wet enough I pushed my index finger in and watched as her body tensed up and then soon eased. Slowly I inserted the next finger and she did the same thing. But she wanted me. “Just fuck me now!” She was so demanding that I stopped trying to be gentle and just shoved the third finger in and pumped in and out, fucking her. She rocked back and forth with my movements and soon she was groaning in pleasure, fucking her own cunt faster.
We did this for what felt like ten minutes before Meagan’s body tensed up and I felt her anal cannel constricted around my fingers and an orgasm race through her body. Screams of pleasure left her lips as she gave on last shove into her cunt and fell to the floor. I fell next to her, exhausted.
We lay still for a few moments before Megan stuck her finger in me and slowly fucked me while biting my nipple. “Oh my God Megan! You’re going to put me in a coma!”
“I just have wanted to do this for awhile and now that I am I want to make you feel wonderful.” She said letting my nipple go for a few moments then went right back to it.
“I’d love to stay here with you but I think First Hour is ended soon. I don’t want to draw attention to either of us.” I tried to move but she held me down, still finger fucking me.
“Let me do this one last thing and then we can go. Since English is next and if we’re both gone it might look bad.” And with that she picked up the pace of her fingers and rocked me to ecstasy as she brought me to my last orgasm of the day.
Air left my lungs as the pleasure over took me and I felt Megan’s lips on my cunt. She took all my cum and ate it before letting me go and grabbed her underwear. She quickly got dressed as I came down from my high and too grabbed my clothes. Quickly we both were dressed and I had composed myself, swiping the now dried mud off my clothes. But before I could unlock the door Megan pulled me into a kiss and pushed her tongue down my throat. She broke it quickly and unlocked the door herself, secretly giving my crotch a brush before even inching the door open.
“How about we meet here later today? I ‘m still not done with you.” Those blue eyes started sweetly at me as she stayed close, waiting for my answer. Carefully, making sure no one could even be around, I whispered back at her, giving her one last passion filled kiss.
Back in English I couldn’t keep my eyes off Megan and her clearly engorged tits. She knew I was watching her and kept letting me see that she too was still turned on. Mr. Solemn the English teacher stood next to me the whole class so I had to keep working on papers. Megan kept coming over to sharpen her pencil only to tease me. But since we were in class there was nothing else we could do. The thought of fucking her later today was what got me through the rest of the class and the rest of the day. And when I showed up at the bathroom after school at 3:55 she was already naked, masturbating herself.

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Finding Love Along the Tracks Chapter 7- Chasing Trains

John, Kelsy and Brenda have fun as the two girls share John, Kelsy wants to go take pictures of Trains, and Brenda might have a boyfriend in her near future as we are introduced to another one of Johns many railfan friends, Jack. I know Jason, Scott, Shelby and Emily have not had a large role recently, but they will be making a return in the next chapter with a larger role, and there will be 2 additional series that I will be writing about their relationships as well.

Longing for Innocence

An ex Russian Prisoner becomes madly obsessed with a 14 year old Ballet Dancer, after claiming to have seen her in Re-occuring Sex slave dreams he was having about the young girl while in Prison.

Dog Door

A little boy crawls through my doggy door and I get to meet his beautiful English mother.

The Third Time

To be honest, I’m not too certain how much more of this I’ll be able to tell, or recall, but I’ll try for another. This event occurred not too long after the last, I think a week, or two. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and all seemed normal. I had gotten home from school, usually depressed as I had slowly begun to become a bit of a loner. I could always connect with others, but I never truly fit in anywhere, nor with anyone. The friends I may have had all phased out, it’s really actually quite depressing, but I was young and when your parents split, it’s hard to adjust. In the long run, I know it was for the better of myself and my father, as well as the rest of the family, but still at that age there was still a lot of inner turmoil I simply couldn’t comprehend. I was ten, how could I?
My father was usually home around four, which means I would be alone in the apartment for a couple of hours. Just enough time to work on homework, if I chose to that night. Homework was never really the issue, just the desire to not waste time, that, and I always enjoyed when he would help me with it. He would set a small coffee table up by the couch, or sometimes by my bed and we’d sit together and work through it. Math was always the harder of the bunch, but looking back, I can’t see why. However, we all wish we knew what we do now then, things would be different, of course. I think the outcome of my life would have been different had I known a few things then that I do now, but that’s neither here, nor there.
For this day, I had really only any need to read a few chapters of a book for school. There was a lot of interest in reading and my father even let me read some of the books he enjoyed, both as a child and adult, but the adult ones I found harder to get into. None of them were sexual in nature, as I’d like to always stress that my father wasn’t a pervert. The things we did, I think they were done merely out of some sort of connection, need to connect, or just some mutual expression love. I was learning, and to learn from the man I looked up to was at the time almost awe inspiring. He knew things, and did things I simply couldn’t fathom until grew older and thus much more world wise. Still, there was never any sense of perversion in the few times anything did happen, just a father and his son.
When he got home, I guess I didn’t really notice it had been later than usual. The book I was reading, well, let’s say I got through it pretty quickly. The door shut loudly and I remember being jolted by that, he had never been loud. He called to me and set me at the table to talk to me. Mom wanted back in, not so much in the family, but my life. I was her son, but that was saying about as much as someone that collects porcelain dolls saying that they were one of their children, only I’m pretty sure she’d love dolls more than she did me. She wanted to spend weekends. Every weekend. He was against it, and so was I. There was something inside me that wanted to try, because at that age I couldn’t learn that all some people wanted to do was to damage others.
In any case, we had talked about it and decided not to, but knew she would persist. It was something that worried him and after that brief talk, he did what he could to whip up a quick dinner for me then seemed to disappear into his room. It wasn’t a normal evening for us, I was worried too. Around seven, when I should have been readying for bed, I knocked on the door, which just opened as I touched it. I found him in the shower, or well, I could hear the shower going and figured he was in there.
I was in a large shirt, which covered me to my knees, beneath just white little undies all boys my age should have worn. I went across the room to the bathroom door, which was left slight ajar. I’m guessing in his state of dealing with the ex trying to come back into his son’s life after having cast him aside so eagerly that certain details just kind of escaped him. One of them being me entering the bathroom, I wanted to know what was up, because he was supposed to bring me to bed and he would some times read to me, or just tuck me in, I enjoyed it and maybe, I thought, doing that would take his mind off of mom.
The door was fogged, like a shroud of mist had fallen upon it. I’m not sure how he knew, maybe he I made a noise, or probably from opening the door, but he knew I was there. Watching, not for any sexual pleasure, but just there. He said I could join him, that I would need a shower anyway so we may as well share one. It wasn’t like what I had was anything he hadn’t seen before, after all I was part of him. That and when you’ve had your father’s hard cock inside your mouth, even just the few inches I managed to get in, modesty and that little shyness about nudity sort of has no place being an excuse. So I slid out of that large shirt, leaving just my small boyish frame in my little white undies that soon were removed as well. The door opened and I slipped into the moist, warm fog of the shower with my father. I think that’s the first time it ever happened, and not the last, but it was more special the first time. Something new to share with him.
I gazed up at him, though he was turned. His ass to me and his balls between his cheeks, I remember that image being burned into my young mind. Since then I’ve always had a thing for spread thighs with that soft pouch of flesh snug between. I guess this is where that came from, sort of like how my phobia of orcas came from watching Free Willy. Terrifying movie, but that’s beside the point. Water dripped down his flesh, hot and yet still smooth. He was so young then, not to me at that age, but looking back his age really wasn’t what I’d today consider old, especially considering I’ll be reaching that age in time and i’d like to be half as youthful as he was then.
He asked me if my homework was finished, and I just mumbled yes, something about reading. I guess he expected me to shower with him, and head out when finished, using the run off from the shower head. It was detachable, so when his head dipped out of its radius of warm, moist delight he looked back at his young son, wetted and taking the shower head he handed to me. I soaked my hair, closing my eyes as tight as I could because I hated getting water in my eyes, even when swimming. I probably giggled a bit too, I always found it kind of ticklish using the detachable shower head in some places on my body. I don’t know, maybe. I remember there were no smiles that day from him, or even myself. Just heavy thoughts and detachment from the future. Even at my age I remember playing scenarios in my head of what might happen, or what could happen, both good and bad. I guess he did too, but I just figured adults always knew that answer, you know? Like they could tell the future, or something. That was just youthful ignorance talking though. Shame.
He turned, and my eyes immediately moved from the walls and his face to his cock. It was kind of where my eyes were leveled at anyway so it wasn’t difficult to suddenly lock onto cock. It was semi-hard, or soft, I was never certain really, just that it looked like he was peeing with all the water just running down that smooth curvature of tender, brittle flesh. I was distracted by his hand, reaching out to give me the soap, a little lemon bar of soap we used. This was his though, even though I had my own. I liked the lemon scent better than mine, that and mine was so small. I liked the bigger one, seemed more adult.
“Wash up,” he said. I asked if he had, and if maybe I could help him. It elicited the first real flicker of a grin I saw on him that night, but he said yeah.
Eager, and playful I started with his stomach. soaping it up and he’d even help by spreading his hand across his body a little, and using some of it to soap up my chest and shoulders. He was probably nearly finished with his shower when I had come in so this was just a way to get me done so we could get out. He knew I couldn’t reach to much and thus would leave it to him. There was one thing I could reach, and that was his hefty package, and that I did reach. My smaller hands found his heavy sack and cupped it, gently moistening it with the soap and then letting the water run the lemon scent across his flesh as it cleaned him off. I don’t think he expected this and it seemed like he was even going to move my hand up, not to his penis, but just away from that area, but he let me continue. What was the harm, anyway? His tongue had been buried inside of my little asshole once, so I’m sure cleaning his crotch wouldn’t kill anyone.
Perhaps what he was worried about was the fact his dick began to harden. I remember it growing so quickly, like a wilting flower in reverse blossoming into the manly, adult appendage I had tasted and played with before. Somehow glistening in the warm shower water with all of that wetness running down the curves to his balls was beautiful. An odd feeling I felt, I guess, but I just thought it was a beautiful sight. I liked it, his penis.
My hands continues to gently caress his balls as if cleaning them even though the soap was now gone. I probably dazed off and just kept going, but I remember eventually I ended up close enough as the head of his cock was level with my face that I gave the head of it a kiss.
What he asked sank in, because not until then did I really grasp what I was going through. What I’d become. “You really like that, don’t you?” He asked me as if he was seeking for a specific answer. His eyes sort of went through me, but I could just see eyes. I couldn’t grasp the depth then, not like I do now, but now it’s all just memories. Now, I realize he was starting to understand why these things were happening with me. I was gay and in some strange way he was beginning to accept that, not that he was, but I don’t think he grasped that, not until this moment. That’s why it’s so clear to me, that’s when I knew. At the time however, I was just thinking that i did enjoy it and thus parted my little, wet lips and started to suck on the head of my father’s penis. I know he enjoyed that, and I know it would make him happy, at least I thought so. He had been so down that day, and this would be a way to please him, his ten year old son sucking his hard, wet dick.
My hands held his penis out so I could just focus on the head and suck on it. I never could get much of it in my mouth, but what I could, I enjoyed rolling my tongue around underneath and then sliding out and licking that slit. I knew pee came out of there, but so did something else. Something I had begun to associate with pleasure, or at least happiness. I no now it’s more of a pleasure thing than happiness, but I was young.
I remember he stopped me and I felt hurt. Not physically, just hurt that he had pulled me off of his penis. Hurt, I now recall was such a foolish word for that feeling. I remember not much really being said, but asked me to turn around and I guess he lowered himself as that warm massaging feeling overcame my little thighs and butt, his tongue then finding my hole again. This gave me that feeling of happiness, and pleasure that I wanted to give him by sucking him off. It didn’t last long though, I don’t really know how long though, but I think it wasn’t long, maybe a few minutes. I remember ending up leaning over the door with my hands against the glass and his tongue inside me, but then it wasn’t. Instead, his fingers found that little pink opening of mine, opening mine up. It was a feeling I didn’t quite understand, because his fingers, at least two, I think, were bigger than his tongue and less like a soft spear and more like a prodding sausage. He didn’t have fat fingers, but it just felt like something bigger against my little tender puckering flesh.
I know now what he was preparing it for, and soon I felt something softer and wetter slapping my little butt and hole. It was his penis. My father had managed to slip in one finger, which hurt really badly so it took forever for me to adjust to it, and I still don’t think that ever happened. It was like something trying to tear me open, which is partially true, but still, it really hurt at first. Eventually, as his voice soothed me, his words faded with time and I can no longer remember, but I remember becoming numb to it. Just letting myself calm down and begin to adjust, to try and find the joy in it. Probably took forever though, which is saying a lot of about his patience.
If I thought his fingers were a lot to handle, when I looked back, unknowing what it was slapping against my butt, and rubbing it up and down, I saw his penis and it didn’t quite connect with me. I didn’t realize what he was planning, if it was even planned. He asked me if it was all right, to say no when ever I felt it was too much, but I just kept nodding. So his penis then slid into me. Slowly, as if it were a warm, moist snail, only without the mollusk part. Just the speed, or lack thereof. I remember not liking it much, wincing and gasping even. Probably said a few things i shouldn’t have, but I didn’t say no. I was curious. I had never felt this before, nor even thought of it and now here I was with his hard cock sliding into my little asshole, no longer a virgin as of then.
He slid it in about an inch, and left it at that. His cock sticking out, pulsating I bet, cause I could feel it stretching my inner walls even though he hadn’t even begun thrusting. That pulsing pain and yet subliminal pleasure that let you know someone was inside you and you needed them in there, to not only feel that sexual pleasure, or physical connection, but their heart beat too. It was all veins pumping from that vital, yet delicate muscle and it now pumped within me and i could feel it. What made me now inside of me, and that’s when he began to thrust, slow at first, but I remember in time it quickened, but never too fast, nor too deep. He was also so gentle when he was inside me, I remember. I guess I could liken it to that phrase, “making love.”
I cried out for him, his name, which was ‘Daddy’ at the time, I didn’t know his real name, or if I did I never said it much. Most thoughts were gone anyway, that whole thing was just a blur even though I remember his dick inside me so clearly, just not what I was thinking, probably because I wasn’t thinking. He just kept thrusting in and out, even digging another inch, or two inside me until I’d cry out a little harder. His hands found my hips and helped pull me into his lap and away as my hands pressed against the glass door, trying to find something to hold on to beside wet, clear surfaces. I was at his mercy, which fortunately he had some.
I guess he needed that. It probably, looking back, was about ten minutes worth of thrusting and burrowing inside of me when I heard his grunts and moans louder and more muffled and he was saying something. That he was about to do something, but I didn’t really know what it was. I didn’t want him to stop, but I guess if he had to do something then, but then he did it. I could feel the pulsing, that burrowing meat and flesh throbbing within my little channel and even more warmth. He was cumming, spilling his seed into his little boy. He rested there for a while, with me in his lap, the water still over us, or maybe that was just the heat pounding in my chest. Exhaustion and water and the smell of sex, and just everything. I don’t know, but it was a moment I know we shared in unison.
After, he helped clean me up and even took me into bed with him. I remember complaining about still feeling that throbbing ache in by butt until he assured me it was okay, and that he wouldn’t do it again unless I was okay with it. I never replied, only slept. SInce that night, I pretty much slept in his room every night. I’d start in my room and then somehow wake up in the middle of the night and crawl in bed with him. It was nice, and felt safe, like no matter what would happen, everything would still be okay.

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