My Little Pussy Collection #1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Ohhh,” he said, and his eyes got wider. “Ohhh. Amanda.”

  I kept bobbing and sucking, enjoying the feel of his hard cock sliding past my lips as I watched the pleasure I was giving him filter across his face.

  “Oh,” he repeated, louder this time. “I’m… I’m…”

  I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but suddenly his cock swelled even tighter in my grip, and I felt it pulse hard, followed by a warm jet of liquid against the roof of my mouth. I finally realized what was happening, and pulled my mouth off of him, just as another jet burst out across my lips.

  His body was shuddering and convulsing, as his eyes went unfocused and his head lolled back. My hand took over for my mouth, and I stroked him tightly as he fired bolt after bolt of cum into the air, arcing up and then landing in soft splats on his chest and stomach. As I watched him go through the throes of climax, I licked my lips, analyzing his taste. I decided that next time I wanted it all in my mouth.

  Finally, he relaxed back onto the couch, his body going limp. I stopped stroking but still held him in my hand, loving the feel of its solid strength. It was showing no signs of softening.

  As he rested, I took the opportunity to remove my bikini, and then climbed up onto his lap, straddling his hips and pressing my bare breasts against his chest while resting my head on his shoulder. I felt his still-hard cock pressing against my tummy.

  He lifted his head to look at me. “That was amazing. I can’t believe we actually did that.”

  I smiled and pressed my face against his shoulder. “I can’t believe we waited this long.”

  He chuckled. “Hey, don’t blame me. If I had my way we would have done this long ago, Miss Religion.”

  I sighed. “I know. But I promise to make up for lost time.”

  “That sounds like fun.”

  “It will be.” I lifted my head so our faces were inches apart. “Would you feel weird kissing your best friend?”

  He smiled. “Not at all. I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. You really are beautiful, Amanda. But being my friend made it hard to tell you.” His arms slid around me, and his hands rested on the top curve of my butt.

  I leaned in and our lips touched lightly. He pushed forward and kissed me, his lips soft against mine. We shared a breath, and I tentatively slid my tongue between his lips. His tongue was waiting for me, and met mine, and they danced together slowly as our kiss continued.

  One of his hands moved up to cup my breast, causing my nipple to harden against his palm. We both groaned softly, and I pressed my stomach harder against him, putting pressure on his cock. His other hand slid down over my ass, gripping my cheek and pulling me tighter to him.

  I could feel him coming back to life as his passion rose, and his hands became more insistent as they held me. He pinched my nipple between his fingers, and his other hand slid down into my crack, caressing my intimate skin from behind.

  It felt like my pussy was dripping, and I rolled my hips, encouraging his touch on me. His fingers bumped over my bum hole, then discovered the bottom of my pussy slit, becoming slick from my wetness and worming into my tight folds.

  I moaned and kissed him harder, my tongue exploring his mouth like a miniature cock. Encouraged, he pressed one of his long fingers deep, and my pussy clasped at him, trying to capture him inside of me.

  I leaned back slightly and slid a hand down between us, taking his cock in my hand. Keeping my touch light, I stroked his skin up and down, using my thumb to spread the slick fluid leaking from the tip.

  He sighed as I touched him, burrowing his finger deeper into me, and then adding another to stretch me even further.

  It was time.

  I flexed my thigh muscles and raised my hips, allowing space to move is cock under me and position the head at my entrance. Our eyes met.

  “Are you ready, baby?” I watched him closely for any signs of reluctance. There were none.

  He smiled softly. “I’m ready.”

  I moved my hips in a slow circle to coat his cockhead with my lubrication, and then pressed slowly downward.

  We both groaned as his engorged flesh began to spread me, and my warm pussy opened to tightly envelop his swollen head. I could already feel the difference between him and Justin, and I breathed deep as I paused a moment before continuing.

  I gripped his shoulders and pressed down again, moaning loudly as his thickness spread me wide, forcing my tender inner walls to stretch tightly around his invading girth. My inner labia ovaled tightly, causing my clit to be pulled down against his shaft, sending delicious shards of pleasure up my spine.

  We moved slowly, and my pussy painted his cock with my slippery honey, making his thick intrusion possible. A few times I stopped and backed up slightly before pressing onward, taking him into my tight core inch by inch.

  Finally, I felt my clit nestle against the base of his cock, as his swollen head nudged against the entrance of my womb. My pussy walls gripped his cock tightly, my inner muscles fluttering up and down his shaft, trying to acclimate themselves to his size.

  “Fuuuuck,” he moaned, and his head flopped back onto on the top of the couch.

  “Ohhh, baby.” I whispered. “It feels so good.”

  I held myself down on him, pressing my pussy tightly onto his cock, just enjoying the feeling of it filling me for now. Reaching down, I took hold of the bottom of his T-shirt, tugging it up over his stomach. He raised his arms, allowing me to pull it off and toss it to the floor. I then rested my hands on his chest, caressing the smooth skin as my pussy held his cock.

  It was time to start, so I slid my hands up and curled them around his neck, bracing myself as my thigh muscles flexed. My hips slowly rose, drawing myself off of him in a slow, tight ascent.

  We both moaned loudly, and it felt like the inside of my pussy was being pulled out of me as my tight core refused to give him up, gripping possessively at his slick cockshaft. But I continued to rise, enjoying the spectacular feeling of his thick cock sliding through my tight cunt.

  When I reached the end I wasted no time in reversing direction, pressing my pussy back down on him, impaling myself on his jutting root. Then off again, beginning the primal rhythm of lust as our bodies joined together.

  His hands moved to my hips, guiding my motions, lifting me on each upstroke, and then pressing me down as I bottomed out on him. Our union made a slick, wet sound that made me even hotter, and I could feel my passion rising quickly. My breasts bounced as I rode him, and he leaned forward to capture a nipple in his mouth.

  The sudden sensation of his lips on my stiff, rubbery flesh sent me over the edge, and my climax exploded in a white-hot burst. I cried out loudly and my fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulders as I clung tightly to him, my body thrashing in spasms as his pinioning cock held me in place. My pussy clenched and twisted, pulsing and squeezing in time with the waves of pleasure rolling through me. Through it all he kept my nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking at the engorged flesh.

  Finally, my orgasm ebbed, and I rested my head on his shoulder, catching my breath and enjoying the lingering shudders of pleasure shimmering through me. His cock still arched up rigidly into my tender core, but I was too weak to do anything about it at the moment.

  He curled his arm around behind me and I felt myself being lifted and laid back on the couch cushion. He held himself inside of me the whole time, and settled between my spread thighs. I relaxed back and slid my arms around his shoulders, holding on for the ride.

  His hips began to rise and fall, driving his thick cock in and out of my welcoming pussy as his body arched over me. He picked up speed as he went along, driving himself towards his climax.

  I had planned on just holding him until he came, but his thrusting cock filled my pussy in unrelenting strokes, kindling my passion anew. My breathing became deeper and my legs slid up around him, locking behind his back so I could thrust my hips up against him.
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  I looked up at his face and he was staring back at me through half-lidded eyes, and with a look of lustful concentration. I smiled and he returned it.

  Our breathing picked up, increasing in intensity as our pleasure rose. He began fucking me harder, slamming his hips down against my upturned thighs, driving his cock deep into me. My pussy twisted and churned, welcoming his thrusting hardness into its clasping depths.

  His breaths became shorter, and he grunted softly with each impalement. From the sound of it, I knew he was going to climax before me.

  But I was wrong. My orgasm came out of nowhere, blasting through me like an unexpected tidal wave. I groaned loudly and clung to him, holding on as my body thrashed beneath him. My pussy convulsed around him, gripping his cock like a fist. I must have set him off, because he slammed his cock deep and arched his back, letting out a growling groan as his cock began to fire its load into my tight depths.

  We held like that for a long moment, our bodies locked together as our mutual orgasms raged within us. I could feel my inner walls tightly squeezing his pulsing cock, throbbing with each blast of his hot seed against my cervix.

  I closed my eyes and drifted away, basking in the pleasure we created. The waves slowed and he relaxed down on me, and I enjoyed the feeling of his warm weight against my body.

  After a few minutes he lifted his head and looked down at me with a grin. “I knew there was something going on with you today. Thank you. This was amazing.”

  I giggled softly. “We’re not done yet. We have the whole day together, and I plan on using it.”

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  Well, that’s the story of how I took my best friend’s virginity. Hope you enjoyed it. Sweet dreams!

  My Wet Little Pussy

  This story is about my first experience with an older guy. Hope you enjoy it. It happened soon after my eighteenth birthday…

  I stared at the incredible array of vibrators in front of me. There were all kinds of sizes in all kinds of colors, made out of all kinds of different materials. How was a girl supposed to make a decision?

  All I wanted was something I could use when I was alone. I’d been constantly horny since I’d lost my virginity, and my fingers were getting tired. I used the vibrating panties that Justin had given to me, but my pussy wanted something to grab onto when it came, so I needed something different. I wished I had gotten his number so I could buy something off of him.

  So, I had walked the mile from my house down to the adult store called ‘Pleasure Palace’ to make my selection. I thought it was ironic that I had been here less than a month ago. But at that time, I was out on the sidewalk picketing with my Concerned Christians group, carrying a sign that read ‘God Hates Porn’ in an attempt to get the place shut down.

  I was afraid they might recognize me, so I borrowed one of my mom’s long black wigs, and made sure to keep my sunglasses on. When I entered the place, I was glad to see there wasn’t a creepy old guy behind the counter, but instead a nice looking lady who could have been someone’s aunt.

  There was only one other customer – a guy who reminded me of my grandfather was looking through the adult videos. Seeing him made me wonder if my grandpa watched dirty movies, and I had to force the disturbing images from my mind.

  “Tough choice, huh?”

  The voice startled me, and I jumped a little, then turned to see the store clerk standing next to me. I winced. I had wanted to get in and out with the least amount of interaction as possible.

  “It’s ok,” she said in a calm voice. “First time buying?”

  “Yeah.” I felt the blush hot on my face.

  “Nothing to be embarrassed about. We ladies have to take care of business ourselves sometimes, and it helps to have the right equipment. Do you know what you’re looking for?”

  I shrugged. “Not really.”

  “Can I make a suggestion?”

  “Sure.”

  She reached out and pulled an item off the wall. The see-thru plastic package displayed a blue gel-type vibrator called ‘The Rabbit’. Looking close, I saw that it had a little rabbit-shaped thingy sticking off the side.

  “You’ll love this, I guarantee it. These little rabbit ears, applied to the right spot, will make you feel real good. I can even take a few dollars off, if you promise to come back sometime.” She smiled.

  She was a nice lady. I felt bad about trying to get her store closed.

  “Ok, I’ll take that one.”

  We went to the counter and I paid in cash. As she was ringing me up, the old guy walked to the exit. She called after him.

  “Have a nice day, Mr. Anderson.”

  He ignored her and hurried out. She shook her head and smiled. “Poor guy. He comes in every morning and steals one of my DVDs.”

  “Really? And you let him?”

  She shrugged. “His wife died a few years ago, and he’s lonely. And since he’s on a fixed income, he can’t afford to buy them.”

  “But one a day. Doesn’t that add up?”

  “Oh, he brings them back. Sneaks them back in like he sneaks them out. Thinks I don’t know.”

  I smiled. She really was a nice lady.

  She placed my package in a discreet black plastic bag and handed it to me. “There you go. Enjoy.” She added a wink and I smiled.

  “Thank you.”

  I was walking home thinking about the fun I was going to have with my new toy, when I noticed the clouds begin to roll in. Around here, the weather could change on a dime, going from bright sunshine to a storm in a matter of a few minutes. I could have sworn the weatherman said it wasn’t going to rain today. I took off my sunglasses and looked at the rolling clouds, deciding he was wrong.

  Sure enough, a few minutes later it began to sprinkle. I started to jog, hoping to get home before the deluge hit, but no such luck, it began coming down in torrents, soaking my clothes immediately.

  The wind picked up, sending the rain sideways, but I still thought I could make it home ok. But then a large lightning bolt hit nearby, and I wondered if God was pissed at me for what I’d been up to the past few days. I decided it was time to get out of the storm, and quickly.

  I ran into the closest yard, and headed for the nearest shelter, which happened to be a gazebo that was attached to a house. I didn’t care. The owners could yell at me, but that was better than getting zapped by a lightning bolt.

  I made it under the gazebo just as another lightning hit, simultaneously accompanied by an earth-shattering crash of thunder. That one was close.

  Standing dripping wet under the shelter, I looked out into the pouring rain, shivering slightly. Water was pouring off the sloped roof in sheets, and it didn’t look like it was going to let up soon. I was going to be stuck here a while.

  I glanced at the house. It appeared to be dark, and I wondered if the owners were away or at work. If they were, maybe I could take out my new toy and get a better look at it. I wondered if I should risk it.

  I was just reaching into the bag when a light came on above me. I pulled my hand back just as a face appeared at the door between the house and the gazebo. It was a man, looking out at me. I gave him my best I’m-not-a-murderer smile.

  The door opened and he stepped out. I gaped at him in surprise.

  It was Mr. Glover, my English teacher from last year. I had no idea he lived here.

  “Can I help you?” he asked.

  “Sorry,” I said, “I just needed somewhere to hide from the storm. I’ll leave when it’s over.”

  He seemed to relax at this. “Are you ok?”

  “Yeah, just wet, that’s all.”

  “You look like you’re cold.”

  “A little.”

  “Come on in and warm up. You can wait inside for the rain to stop.”

  “Thanks.” I followed him inside and dripped on his living room carpet.

  “You live around here?” he asked.

  “Yeah, a few blocks over.”

  He gave me a curious look. “That
’s odd. I don’t recall seeing you around. And I’ve been a teacher at the local school for almost ten years.”

  It was my turn to be puzzled. He didn’t recognize me? I was just in his class a few months ago. I even spent a few afternoons after school with him in his classroom when I needed tutoring help.

  I was about to tell him my name, when I stopped and realized what was going on. It was the wig. He hadn’t recognized me in black hair.

  Not wanting to explain why I was wearing a wig, I thought quickly.

  “Um, my family just moved here, and I’m in college. Maybe you know my younger sister, um, Britney. Um, Britney Spears.”

  “Like the singer?”

  “Um, yeah. She gets tormented about it all the time.”

  He shook his head. “Haven’t heard of anyone by that name at school.” He shrugged. “Oh well, I’m sure I’ll run into her. What’s your name, by the way?”

  “Um, Jessica.”

  “Nice to meet you, Jessica. I’m Grover Glover.”

  His name was Grover? I never knew that.

  “That’s an interesting name.”

  He smiled. “Yes, my parents have a sense of humor.”

  I finally looked at him closely. At school, he always wore a suit and tie, and kept his hair short and combed. Here, he was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and his hair was slightly long and unkempt, which I guessed was his summer look. He had a few days’ worth of stubble on his face, and his body looked pretty good for an older guy. At school, I probably would have guessed he was in his forties, but here, like this, he looked thirty-five, tops.

  “You live here alone?”

  “No. My wife took our two children to her parents for a few weeks.”

  “You didn’t go?”

  “I needed some alone time.”

  “Oh, sorry.”

  He chuckled. “No, it’s nothing like that. I decided this would finally be the summer I would write my novel – the one I’ve been promising myself I would write since I was fifteen.”