Where it happened: college
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
BETTYJEAN
The girls I knew in high school believed the thing between their legs was only for the purpose of peeing. There was nothing that could be done to see it (let alone use it). So when I met Bettyjean I thought I’d died and gone to a better place–wow! And me just a green college freshman. As a high school senior I aced the ACTs but flunked romance. The thing is I had developed pretty well and I had a car with a rag top. I had seen Bettyjean around the campus and in fact had a language lab with her. She stopped me coming out of the Student Union and asked if I’d give her a lift up town. Why not? We had to walk to the car and she kept talking something about having to buy some new underpants because somebody had taken all of hers. In fact they’d made off with every stitch. She showed me a bare hip complaining that whoever stole her drawers might have left one at least. When she got in the car she sat in the middle touching me. In my short life all the girls in a car with me had hugged the passenger door well out of my reach. I put my hand on her knee with my arm resting on her leg. She pulled her skirt out from between me and it. I rotated my feel inside the knee. I started the car with that adventurous hand. She turned to me and asked if she could play with my dick. I could multitask and gave her access. She stroked me with finger tips and thumb.
“What do you call him?” she asked.
I laughed, “Big Mac. Even though I’m not big, ample but not big.”
She continued to talk about my genitals and hers as if discussing Sunday Mass–openly but with reverence. “I like Mr. Big. Maybe we can play ‘Hide’ Mr. Big sometime.”
“I would be deee lighted.” I said.
We were at the store, parked in the lot purposely away from traffic. I leaned across in front of her and from the glove-box retrieved the condoms I thought I’d never get to use. She squeezed. Still in front of her I rotated the body to face me. She took hold of her own ankle and placed it carefully astraddle. She struggled with my belt. I helped her. With everything exposed she helped me get the condom out of the wrapper and into place. She raised her crotch, placed it over my penis and holding it briefly guiding it into seclusion; she sank down on it. My first impulse was to fill the condom because this was the first time I’d been in a real woman.
But something said, hold on, enjoy.
She whispered, “Can Mr. Big see in there?” and raised up giving me room to shove Mr. Big in and out, deeper and deeper.
She said, “Come on Mr. Big fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Which didn’t help my impatient testicles, but I held off and ram and jammed with gusto.
She said aloud, “Oh, yaw! Uh, uh, AAh baby come, come, come”.
I filled the condom and to my surprise went limp. She reached down between her legs and held the condom in place as Mr. Big shrank. To help my unbelief she added,
“What a man.” as she held up the condom for examination. “From now on we’ll call him, Mr. Big Plenty.”
I waited while she bought her new underwear. When she came back she held her skirt up to give me a look at her new thong, pulled aside the crotch and added, “And looky she’s still in there.” So I asked if I could have some more.
She said, “Sure.”
I would have gladly spent the rest of my natural life with her. I knew, however, from the start that a girl with her personality and talent would no doubt keep her options open. The next time I saw her she was in a Lamb~burrr~getty. Some time passed and one Sunday morning I got my sorry ass out of bed and went to Mass. It was finals week and I needed all the help I could get. I got there on time. About the time they raised the “gospel” Bettyjean slipped into the pew beside me and whispered, “Hi!” The routine started. She kissed me on the cheek when we were instructed to howdy our pew mates. When we held hands for the morning prayer she never let go. We ate a wafflean’wine together. When it was over we shook hands with the priest. She asked me if I thought her car would be okay if she left it there a little while. I thought it would.
We drove to an upscale motel of her choosing and went in a side door. She had a key. Who paid for the room I’ll never know. I already had an erection. We got naked in silence together. I noticed she wore neither bra nor tong and commented. She explained that she liked to go to mass like that because it titillated the priest. I question that and she continued. When she was eleven a young priest was active in their youth group. They were flirting around and she said she asked him if he wanted to see her Valentine panties. He said he did. One thing led to another. They had coitus. She added that he pulled out and drown her in baby juice. From that day on she never wore underwear to mass or confession.
As she finished the tale of the young priest she went in the bath, wet a cloth and cleansed her crotch. Summoned me and patted me clean. She sat on the stool carefully patting and petting. When she finished she kissed Mac on the head then took him in her mouth jerked him out with a little pop. She stood and took me to the bed. It was unmade and there was a spot, dried, but a spot on the sheet. She pulled up a clean sheet, lay her head on a pillow with her stunning rear beckoning me. Her flesh was alabaster with a few freckles on each buttock. Her labia was just a thin pink line. It actually opened slightly before my eyes. Her clit is really big like a tiny penis as big as the tip of her little finger and stood out ridged. She was too high to penetrate. Lord knows I wanted to but just right to suck on. I did. After a moment she threw up her head and arched her back sharply. Her clit pulsed several times. She breathed aloud, “Oh, my yes.” I continued and it happened again.
She crawled away from me. I lay on the bed. She straddled my face. I pulled her into my mouth. When she took Mac’s head into her mouth my testicles emptied. She swallowed and belched like a sailor. She scolded me saying now we’d have to start all over. She went to work on Mac stroking gently with her swollen, open labia in my face. I couldn’t get my mouth on it but I could pull it open with my fingers. Transparent lubricant glistened. Inside the vagina throbbed as she flexed it for my benefit. True to her word we started over. Soon she had Mac ridged and ready and wrapped in a condom. I was on top. She kept demanding harder, faster, faster. She wrapped her legs around me pounding her pelvic onto and off of big Mac. When she was ready and only then was I allowed to fill the condom. She reached down and held my balls against her crotch until Mac was exhausted, empty and limp. She lay beside me hold him in her hand sometimes squeezing gently.
I think we both slept a little then we did it again, went to breakfast, came back and did it again. And that was my first.
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