1. What I Think About When I Masturbate - Part 6 - The Number 38


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: Quiteshygirl, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    of my slit with his finger through the lace. He rubs my pussy for a few moments, and I close my eyes, my head leaning back against the wall of the bus shelter. My wetness shows through, turning the light blue into a darker shade. I open my eyes and see that he is smiling at me. Without a word, I reach down, and carefully pull my panties to one side, exposing my naked pussy to him. My heart thumps in my chest, scared but excited. He is the first person to see my private parts. “You are shaved,” he says, slight surprise in his voice. “Just like my niece.” I stare at him, questioningly. “She used to let me shave her pussy for her.” His fingers touch the smooth nakedness of my swollen outer labia, and he massages me for a few moments, his thumb rubbing against my growing clitoris, causing me to moan quietly. I look at his craggy face as he gazes intensely at my intimate parts, taking in every detail, every fold of my lips, every contour. Then, he reaches down with his other hand, and I feel him gently open my outer lips apart. As he does so, a trickle of fluid escapes from within me, and runs down into my bottom. “You seem to be very aroused.” I nod, shyly. I feel embarrassed about having my intimate parts exposed to him but, at the same time, my inner urges are helping me to overcome my intense shyness. Carefully, he slips his middle finger between the pink folds of skin, his progress made easy be my natural lubrication, and I gasp as I feel him enter my tight vagina. My ...
    muscles contract involuntarily around his finger, with a tight grip. “Relax,” he whispers, soothingly. I lean my head back against the shelter wall again, and close my eyes, as the stranger fingers a nineteen year old student’s wet pussy. Slowly he pushes in deeper and I find my hips rising up to meet him, his curious finger exploring the inner walls of my tight vaginal canal. He pulls back out slightly, and then plunges in again, deeper this time. I groan, and push against him. The sounds and aroma of wet teenage pussy begin to fill the space inside the bus shelter as he pulls out again, causing another trickle of my pussy fluid to run down into my bottom. Then, with another thrust, his finger reaches inside ever further, and I feel it push against the resistance of my hymen. The slight pain causes me to gasp and I open my eyes, shocked. At the same moment, the sound of the college bus approaching breaks the spell. I reach down and grab his hand, pulling his finger out of my vagina and then stand, putting my panties in place, and pulling my mini skirt back down. He sits and watches me as I get up and stand waiting. When the bus pulls up outside the shelter, he speaks quietly behind me. “My niece was still a virgin when she was nineteen, just like you.” I get onto the bus. He sits and gazes at me through the windows as the bus pulls away. The days go by. I want to see him again. Who is he? I sit watching as his car pulls up. He gets out, locks the door and walks to the shelter. ...
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