I Learn the Meaning of Pussy

It is about how I first got laid. I also learned what a pussy truly meant. To protect my identity, and that of the girl I fucked, I will call myself Jack Johnson. The name of the girl will be Jane Doe.

One day I was walking through the park. I had just gotten out of school (I am a high school student, a freshman). I was walking down a path in the park with the sun shining at full blast when I saw a hot chick. I checked out her ass. I went up to her.

"Hi, what's your name?" I asked seductively.

"Jane Doe," said Jane Doe.

She had blonde hair and was wearing some skimpy shit and had a real nice ass. I was a walking hard-on. I asked:

"Tonight I'm taking my nine-inch cock out for some air. But it will be cold. Can it wear your hot muff to keep warm?"

"Sure." That is what Jane Doe said.

We went to a motel, and I used my parents' credit card (which I had stolen) to rent us a room in the motel. Since I did not want to get Jane Doe pregnant because I was not mature enough to be a father, I brought several condoms along. This was from before I met Jane. I knew I would need them because I was confident I would get sex that day.

We went up to room 69 in the motel. I put the key in. I opened the door. No one was inside...

I closed the door--after Jane Doe had entered the room. But not before putting a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle of the outside.

"Jack," she said. "I'm horny. I want to fuck."

I was precumming already. But knowing I might blow my load, I began to think of chemistry class.

"Jack Johnson," she said, "Take off my bra..."

I took off her bra and the only think left on her was her panties. I began to suck her nipples like a vaccuum cleaner. The feeling of her soft breast coupled was coupled with the hardness of her nipple. The perky little thing was made extra hard by the fact that she was half-naked in the cold motel air. Feeling that combination of soft and hard, fleshy and knobby, gave me gigantic wood.

"Jack J. Johnson," let's do it, "she said."

I spirited away her panties. As I was drawing them away, I noticed something inside. It was a cunt!

I began sticking my tongue into her gushing wet softness, full of love honey! I began sipping and drinking every last ounce of honey I could from the delicious cunny. I dragged my tongue out of her pussy and down her leg moving it around in circle until I reached her foot.

"The chinese called it the 'Golden Lotus'!" I exclaimed, and proceeded to suck on her foot taking the entire thing into my mouth. I took it out again and kissed it several times. It had curled into a submissive shape, as if in fear of my tongue. Pressing my boner against an area as close to her twat as possible, I began bathing the delicate foot anew in my hungry mouth.

Not able to contain herself anymore, Jane screamed in pleasure and went gung-ho at my balls cupping them in her mouth. More ferocious than a Berserker of the north, she spun my nutsack a thousand times in a hundred different orientations in her hungry wordhole.

I came a continuous stream onto her neck. But I licked a beauty mark right beside the left lip of her pussy and got hard again almost instantly.

"I'm tired of playing around. Shove it in my virgin box!" she whispered seductively.

I did not need her to tell me a second time. Erecting my shit to its full thirteen inches, eleven-and-a-half ounces, I jammed it into her hole.

"Aaaaaaaa....aaaah," she moaned.

Have you ever envisioned an ensemble of molecules jittering around in a container? That is how fast my dick oscillated as I gave her the best fuck in the world. My ass and cock were a well-oiled machine capable of perpetual motion.

"I love you," her red blushing face said to me, eyes closed, breath short, as I pounded her.

"I love you too," I said as I was thinking how I would brag to my friends and write this story on the internet.

"I'm cumming!" she shouted as her twenty year-old pinkness showered me with a barrage of delicious honey.

"Raifefhwaofilghlaiygflaiyol!" I shouted, as I shot an incomparable stream of jizz into her hole, filling it up to the brim despite the condom. On the outside of our bodies it began to mix with the lovely honey forming an otherworldly melange.

"Keep in touch, James," she said, and I left.

I walked out realizing I was a man. I reflected on the fact that both of us would die someday. There was that, death, and besides that there were happy times and sad times.

For the next year I enjoyed a daily massage of her pussy juice all over my obelisk and over my handsome face. I fucked many other girls during that time. Then I left for Scandinavia to compete in the winter olympics.