Where it happened: Lakeshore
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
My boyfriend, Lonnie, liked to talk a lot about sex. It was always on his mind. And his penis he always referred to as his “love muscle.” He was always talking about how he had been in his bedroom exercising his love muscle (masturbating), or he’d whisper to me me, when we’d be riding in a car, or watching a movie, “My love muscle needs exercising,” meaning he wanted me to give him a hand job. He was always trying to get into my pants, but I’d only let him go so far. We petted a lot, and I’d let him fondle my breasts, to give him a thrill, and once in awhile I’d let him finger me between my legs, but we never had sex until one Summer evening in 1978, when we went swimming down at Lake Linton — a large local pond, outside of town, where a lot of us teenagers liked to go on Summer evenings just to relax and “make out.”
We drove out there around 8:00 P.M., and stayed until after dark. We had a nice big blanket and our swim suits, and a couple of towels. All the way out there he kept talking about, “I’ve just got to have you exercise my love muscle tonight.” Of course I’d seen it a lot of times, and it was a beautiful thing to behold — about 8″ tall, a good 2-1/2″ in circumference (we measured it once with a tape), very smooth-skinned and a gorgeous circumcised head that any girl would die for. I had massaged it many times to give him the relief he wanted,often using some of my hand lotion which I carried in my purse, but never would give him what he really wanted and that was actually to have sex.
But that night was different. It was very hot, and after swimming in the lake for awhile, we had come back to our blankets and dried off and were just lying there next to each other. After awhile, he rolled over and started kissing me, and worked his way between my legs.I had a skimpy bikini on, and I could feel he had a huge boner on under his trunks and, once again, he was talking a blue streak and saying, “Boy, I sure do wish you’d let me exercise my love muscle the way I want to. It needs that to stay strong and healthy, you know!” Just for the fun of it, I asked him if he had brought along a “helmet” for his “love muscle,” and he replied that he surely had, instantly fishing his finger into the little pocket in his swim trunks and coming out with this foil-wrapped condom which he had stashed there. And then he added, “You know what my name means, don’t you? Lonnie means NOBLE and READY!”
Then he took off his trunks and kept rubbing his boner into my pelvis and kept kissing me, and saying “Please, please let me fuck you. I need to know how it really feels, and you need to do this sometime — you know you want it to be with me.” Well, I guess my defenses were down that night, and so I said, O.K., and helped him open the condom package and roll it on his “love muscle” which was standing at full attention.After taking of my bikini, and allowing him to smother my body with more of his kisses, I told him i was ready.
And then, in complete darkness and only the stars overhead, by the edge of Lake Linton, he proceeded to enter me — ever so gently — then more firmly — gradually — in and out — until finally I whimpered a bit from the pain, but then began to feel much better and started thrusting against him while he proceeded to fill my love canal completely with that wonderful “love muscle” of his. After about 10 minutes or so, I could feel the condom filling with semen, as he exploded, and he yelled out loud, “Oh. God, this is so good! So damn good. I love it! I just love it!” It felt so nice and warm, and at one point I kept wishing there was no rubber barrier keeping his cream from filling me, but later was glad we had used protection. We fucked there on that blanket probably for 45 minutes and then just lay there in the heat of the night and carressed each others bodies, in a deep passion.
That was the first time. But, 30 years later, Lonnie’s “love muscle” is still working perfectly and getting plenty of exercise — without that rubber helmet. We have 3 lovely children as a result. I let Lonnie exercise it whenever he wants to, which is 5 or 6 times a week, and each time is better than the last!It truly is a magnificent piece of equipment with which God has blessed him — Lonnie’s Love Muscle!
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