My Little Pussy Collection #1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  He rolled his hips, and his cock slid through my ass groove. I felt his hairy balls tickling my pussy.

  “Please, no!”

  He chuckled and shifted his hips, and I felt his cockhead nudge between my pussy lips. It felt wonderful, and I pressed back up against him, encouraging him to enter as my voice still objected.

  “Don’t do it! Please!”

  Suddenly, his hips flexed and I felt his cock boring into me, hard and thick and unrelenting as it spread my poor little pussy wide.

  “Uhhhhh! Stop! It’s too big!” I was no longer acting. It was too much too quickly. My pussy, despite being soaked, wasn’t prepared for his animal-like invasion.

  But he just laughed hotly in my ear, and used his strength to thrust hard again, burying his entire cock to the hilt in my clasping cunt.

  “Uggggghhhhh!” I grunted, crying out from the pain. It felt like I was being fucked by a fence pole. “Wait! Ow! Wait! It’s too much!”

  But he was beyond listening, and even if he heard me he would just think it was part of my act. Without giving me a chance to become used to his cock stuffing my stretched pussy, he began jerking his hips, sliding his swollen dick quickly out and then jamming it back in, slamming his weight against my ass cheeks.

  “Nooo! Please!”

  “Take it, bitch. This is exactly what you needed.”

  I tried to get away but he was too strong and heavy. I needed to find a way to convince him that I really wanted him to stop. One of his arms had curled around my neck, and I considered leaning down and biting him. I was about to do just that, when I felt something different.

  It no longer hurt. Despite the fact his huge cock was still pistoning hard into my tender pussy, all of the pain was gone. Instead, I could feel my pleasure rising, coming at me like an onrushing tidal wave.

  “Ohhhh,” I groaned.

  He chuckled into my ear. “Yeah, that’s it. Your pussy doesn’t know any religion. It just likes to be filled with cock.”

  “Yessss,” I moaned. “I’m going to come.”

  He reacted to this news by picking up his pace, fucking me in powerful thrusts, pounding my body into the carpet.

  “Aggghhhhh!” I could no longer control my body, or the sounds coming out of my mouth. My climax shrieked through me, hitting me like a freight train, causing my muscles to convulse and thrash as his weight continued to pin me to the floor in relentless thrusts.

  I felt my pussy grasp and shudder around his invading girth, the ecstasy rolling through it in waves as the inner muscles rippled up and down his length as his pumping shaft churned my cunt into a froth.

  Finally, my orgasm ebbed, and I lay their exhausted as he continued to fuck me, taking his frustrations out on his imaginary Amanda, not realizing he was fucking the real one.

  After a minute, I felt my passion begin to rise again. He paused for a moment to pull me up into a kneeling position, keeping his cock inside of me as he held my ass in the air and pressed my head and shoulders down against the carpet. He then resumed his rhythm, rocking his hips to bury his cock deep into my awakening cunt.

  “Do you like being fucked, Amanda?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you going to stop preaching in my class?”

  “Yes.”

  He gave my exposed ass a spank. I groaned out my pleasure.

  His hips began to pick up speed, sawing his thickness into my tight core. I could hear the lewd wet sounds of our fucking, and it sent a thrill of pleasure through me

  “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  “Oh yeah, I’m going to fuck you.”

  “I love your big cock.”

  “Your tight pussy is making me want to come.”

  “Yes, come in my pussy.”

  “No. I want to come in your mouth.”

  “Yes, I want to taste you.”

  “I’m getting close.”

  He picked up speed again, banging his hips against my upturned ass, driving his cock deep into my womb. I felt his balls slapping against my pussy mound with each stroke. His hand gripped my shoulders tightly, holding me in place as he relentlessly used my pussy for his pleasure.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned.

  “Oh, you’re so fucking tight. Getting close, baby.”

  His hand reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking it tight and causing my head to pull back and up. I felt pain, but I realized too late that it wasn’t the pain of my hair being pulled, but from the pins I had placed in the wig to keep it on.

  Before I could stop it, the wig slid off and he was holding it in his hand, exposing my blonde hair. His thrusting paused for a moment, and then I heard him groan as his climax began.

  I quickly pulled off of him and spun around, taking his cock in my hand and jerking it tightly, aligning it with my open mouth. A second later his moans increased in pitch as the first jet of cum spurted hotly onto my waiting tongue. The salty-bitter flavor spread across my tastebuds, and I latched my lips around his cock head just as the next spurt erupted.

  His cock was still glistening wet from being in my cunt, and as his hot seed continued to blast into me, I tasted the mixture of our juices.

  I looked up at his face and saw that he was staring back at me with a grimace of lust as his orgasm pounded through him. His cock continued to spew as our eyes met and locked on each other. It took a few seconds, but suddenly his eyes got big and round, and his mouth ovaled into a surprised gasp.

  He had finally recognized me. I smiled up at him, My lips curving around his still-pulsing dick. After a moment, he tried to pull back but I held his cock firmly in my hand and kept it in my mouth.

  Finally, his last sweet spurt dribbled softly on my tongue, and I began to swallow the mouthful of cum he had just given me. He continued to stare down at me in shock.

  When he spoke, his voice sounded like a croak. “Amanda?”

  I grinned and finished swallowing before responding. “That’s me. Hi, Mr. Glover.” I began to lick his overflow from my lips.

  “What? How?”

  I giggled. “I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me.”

  He was still in a daze. “I don’t understand.”

  “You just fucked one of your students. The one you’ve wanted to fuck.”

  He shook his head. “This isn’t possible. Amanda would never do this.”

  I laughed again, and moved to my knees so that we were facing each other. I kept my hand tight around his dick, just so he wouldn’t run off.

  “Obviously, she would.”

  “Why were you wearing that wig?”

  “Because I didn’t want to be recognized when I bought the vibrator.”

  He seemed to be finally waking up. “Oh my god, I just fucked one of my students.”

  I slid my arms up around his shoulders and pressed my breasts against his chest. “Yeah, you fucked me good, too. That was nice.”

  His hands moved to my forearms and he tried to extract himself from my embrace. “We can’t do this,”

  I held on tightly. “We already did.”

  “It was a mistake. I didn’t know it was you,”

  I grinned. “Yeah, you just pretended it was me.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

  “It’s okay. I loved it.”

  He tried again to remove my arms. “Amanda, stop this. Now that I know, we can’t be doing this.”

  I kept my smile. “So, you’re saying that you can only fuck me if I’m pretending I’m me, not if I’m really me?”

  He looked confused. “No. I mean yes. No, I mean…”

  I pulled myself tighter to him, pressing my stomach against his cock, which was now half hard.

  “Mr. Glover?”

  “Yes?”

  “Take me up to your bed and fuck me again.”

  He looked at me in surprise. “Amanda, we can’t.”

  I pressed harder against his cock. “Of course we can. We just did.”

  “I mean now. Now that I know, we can�
��t.”

  I began rolling my hips. “If you’d like, I’ll put the wig back on.”

  “No.”

  I gave him my best pout as I continued to move my hips. “Please, Mr. Glover? My little pussy needs your big cock again. Don’t you want to stretch out my little cunt with your big dick?”

  I could see his will faltering. “Um, Amanda, it just wouldn’t be right.”

  I felt him begin to reharden against my stomach. “Come on, Mr. Glover. Don’t you want to sin with me?”

  His eyes bore into me, and I knew he was reliving his classroom fantasy. His cock swelled even harder, but he didn’t respond.

  “That’s it,” I whispered, “you need to teach this prissy little bitch a lesson. Shut her up once and for all by stuffing her tight little pussy with this.” I reached down and gripped his solid length.

  He let out a small groan. “No.”

  I began stroking him. “Think of all those times you wanted to fuck me. A few minutes ago you were just fantasizing you were fucking me. Now you can do it for real.”

  He closed his eyes, as if he was trying to decide.

  “Just like in your book,” I said. “You can be your detective, and I’ll be your client. I need to be fucked, just like you fucked me on the beach.”

  “Uhhhh,” he groaned. His cock was back to full hardness, pulsing hotly in my hand. I let my thumb roll over the tip. He moaned again.

  “Let’s go,” I whispered.

  He opened his eyes and stared at me a long moment, then leaned down and picked me up, holding me sideways in his arms. I smiled and slid one arm up around his shoulder.

  Without speaking, he carried me towards the stairs and then upward. I nuzzled against his neck and enjoyed the ride. Reaching the top, he took me directly to his bedroom, where he laid me on the bed and followed me down, kissing me hard.

  His weight felt good as he pinned me to the bed, and our tongues danced wetly together. His cock pressed against my stomach, and his hand held my breast, causing me to groan into his mouth. I slid my legs up around his waist, and he shifted his hips, causing his cock to slide against the groove of my slightly spread pussy. I was still wet from our previous encounter, and my juices coated him, making our contact slick.

  He leaned down and replaced his fingers with his mouth, capturing my straining nipple between his lips. When I felt his teeth nibbling on my sensitive skin, I arched my back and moaned, holding his head as I combed my fingers into his hair.

  “Yesss,” I whispered. “Feels so good.”

  As he continued to suck at my swollen flesh, I tightened my legs and hunched up against his erection. I could feel the front of the hard shaft press between my outer labia, sliding slickly over my inner folds, sending jolts of pleasure sparking through me.

  He let me know he enjoyed it too, groaning around my stiff nipple and pressing his hips down, putting even more pressure on my erect clit. My cuntal entrance seemed to kiss and suck against his solid flesh, as if trying to pull him in sideways.

  He began to roll his hips, causing his cock to slide through my hot and swollen furrow. I cried out and gently bit his shoulder as I felt his slick, steely cock glide over my engorged clit. My leg muscles strained as I pulled myself tightly against him.

  He lifted his head from my breast and looked down at me. I stared back up with a slight smile.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he said, as tics of pleasure shimmered over his face. “Are you really Amanda?”

  I giggled softly. “It’s really me. And I’m real glad it rained today.”

  He chuckled and shifted his hips, and suddenly the head of his cock was at my entrance. “So am I.” His hips flexed.

  “Uhhhh,” I groaned as he began to slide into my tight cunt, spreading my walls with his thick and hard girth.

  “Ooooh,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “And you’re so fucking big,” I said, smiling and corkscrewing my hips, working my pussy up onto his jutting cock, taking him deeper. I felt my inner labia stretch around his invading dick, and my pussy coated him with my lubrication as he slid past. This allowed him to keep going, filling my tight core in one long, smooth stroke.

  Finally, the mouth of my pussy swallowed the base of his cock as our bodies pressed together. His granite-like shaft filled me completely, packing my inexperienced pussy with its heavy fullness as his cockhead nudged against my cervix. My asshole twitched as the hair of his balls brushed against it.

  Then he began to move, rolling his hips and sliding his cock slowly in and out. Our first fuck had been hard and fast, but this one was slow and gentle, and he moved in me with practiced ease. My other two lovers had been young and inexperienced, and now I understood the difference. They had fucked me for their own pleasure, but Mr. Glover was making love to me, seeming to know exactly what I needed, and when I needed it.

  He slid a hand down between us and laid it on my mound as his cock worked below. Moving a finger into my slit, he found my clitoris and rolled over it gently in time with his thrusts. I groaned loudly and clung to him, loving the feel of his knowing touch on me.

  As I lay there with my legs spread, welcoming him into my body, I once again fantasized that I was his wife, satisfying my husband’s needs. How many times had she lay in this very spot, taking his cock like I was now, fucking her husband like every good wife was supposed to do?

  In my fantasy, I imagined our kids were downstairs, watching cartoons on television as we stole a moment to be alone. In a few minutes we would rejoin them, sharing private smiles as I smelled his scent on me and felt his warm seed ooze wetly between my legs.

  He continued to fuck me at a slow pace, and in the quiet of the room I could hear the soft, wet sound of his cock sliding into my grasping cunt, mixed in with our breathing. His finger on my clit was driving my pleasure higher, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned, “this is so nice.”

  He smiled down at me. “You’re incredible.”

  I gave him a naughty smile back. “Am I a good fuck?”

  “You’re an amazing fuck.”

  “It makes me hot to think you’ve been fantasizing about me this whole time.”

  “I did. On those days you stayed late for tutoring, I would have to hide my hard-on. And then afterward I would go home and fuck my wife while thinking of you.”

  “Ohhh, you just made my pussy quiver. I’m getting close. Keep talking.”

  “Sometimes I couldn’t wait until I got home. So I would go in the bathroom in the teachers’ lounge and jack off. When I came I would close my eyes and think of you.”

  “Oooooh.” I could feel the inner tightness condensing down as his cock and finger continued to drive me towards the edge. Almost there.

  “One time, after one of our tutoring sessions, you forgot your gymbag in my room. Before you came back and got it, I went through it and found a pair of your panties.”

  I groaned.

  “They had obviously been worn during your gym class, since they were rolled up and slightly damp. When I heard you coming back, I quickly shoved them in my pocket and zipped up the bag.”

  “Ahhhhh.”

  “After you got it, I watched your sweet ass walk away, and then pulled the panties back out. Unrolling them, I pressed the crotch against my face, inhaling your sweet, sweaty scent. I almost exploded in my pants right there.”

  “Oh god. I’m going to come.”

  He continued to fuck me slowly as he spoke in an even voice. “Then I tasted the cloth, imagining it was your cunt I was licking. I couldn’t stop myself and took out my dick right there, pumping it with one hand while I pressed your panties to my face with the other. I came so hard it shot over my desk and landed on the floor beyond. I still have those panties, hidden down in the basement.”

  “Uhhhhhgggggggg!” I cried as my climax jolted through me, and my body convulsed in pleasure. My pussy gripped his cock tightly in a series of rhy
thmic spasms as my fingernails dug into the skin of his back.

  He pressed his cock deep and let out a long, “Uhhhhhhh!” as his orgasm overtook him. His muscles strained and his eyes bulged, his mouth hanging slackly open. I felt a growing warmth at the base of my cunt, and knew he was filling me with his seed.

  We clung to each other as our climaxes surged through us, until finally the waves of pleasure ebbed and our bodies relaxed. He stayed inside of me as we cuddled together, catching our breaths.

  Eventually, he softened and slipped from me, and I felt his wet cock resting against my inner thigh. After a few more minutes I looked outside and saw the sun was shining. It was time to go.

  We went back downstairs and he retrieved my clothes from the dryer. After he handed them to me he sat on the couch and watched me get dressed. I started with my panties, slipping the warm nylon up over my legs and hips, loving the way it cupped my mound. I held my hand between my legs, and he watched with interest as I pressed the cloth into my slit, coating it with the residue of our lovemaking.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  I grinned. “Making you a little thank-you present.”

  His look of confusion grew. “I don’t understand.”

  After a few more seconds of my fingers pressing into my slit, I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled the panties back down. Stepping out of them, I tossed them onto his lap. “Something to remember me by.” I grinned wide.

  He matched my smile and held them up, displaying the large and wet, milky-white stain in the center of the crotch. “Beautiful.”

  I finished getting dressed, and he walked me to the door, handing me my purse, bag, and wig. He kissed me deeply before opening it, and as his tongue explored my mouth, I considered dragging him upstairs for another round, but I remembered I had to get home.

  We said our goodbyes, and I headed out, enjoying the sunshine and the feel of my shorts against my tender pussy.

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  Well, that’s the story of my first time with an older guy. Hope you enjoyed it. Sweet dreams!