Fire Across the Street, Loving It
Copyright© 2024 by crazylady2
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - At sixteen, all sex was 'periments, getting us ready for our future sexual liaisions. He didn't know much, but he had to pretent he was doing the right thing and I yielded willingly to all the moves. All I wanted was to feel that young strong hard dick (that's what is was called back in the day) going in and out of my cat (that's what mama called it). "Be sure to wash your cat while you're in that tin tub", she would say.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual True Story Black Male Black Female White Male Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex
I did not know days of bliss would return with ‘unclenching vengeances’ of raw excitement and enjoyment from sources my past smoke had left.
Compliancy and virtues make strange bed fellows. Enjoying intimacy leave much to desire when you know, in thoughts, there has to be more to sex than good titilatating sexual feelings, long before actually knowing there was more.
At sixteen, all sex was ‘periments, getting us ready for our future sexual liaisions. He didn’t know much, but he had to pretent he was doing the right thing and I yielded willingly to all the moves. All I wanted was to feel that young strong hard dick (that’s what is was called back in the day) going in and out of my cat (that’s what mama called it). “Be sure to wash your cat while you’re in that tin tub”, she would say. We were southerners. I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah, hard dick. Not only did I want to feel it, I wanted to touch it and I did because he didn’t know how to put it in. So I wrapped my eager hand around the shaft, touching what we called, his balls as I guide the stiff dick in, at the same time feeling the creamy wettiness that leaked from the hole the dick was entering. It’s in! And he started pumping in and out, in and out, touching the walls inside the hidden valley. His dick was long and hard enough to touch the deep part of the valley reaching all the way to the back, or what I thought was the back.
Me, as a person had disappeared, it was just him his dick and a pussy. He would not have stopped now if a gun had been put to his head. In and out, up and down, round and round he went. Now as fast as he could, grunting with thrushing and a low moan, he was just about ready to release all the pinned up calm in him ... and it was over, my stiff prize package, the long hard dick was limp.
This ‘periment went on for the next five years, different dicks but same knowledge. My pussy spoke saying “there has to be more”. My love for dicks increased. I always wanted another and another. Seaching for a Mr. Goodbar was my passion.
